Original subtitles

- Dad, isn't it swell about Mr. and Mrs. Wilson

staying over here tomorrow night?

- Yes, son.

- Is that why you're putting the sticky stuff

all over the floor?

- Uh, Dennis, keep your fingers out of it!

No, as a matter of fact, the guest room

needed a varnishing, and your mother

and I thought this would be just as good a time-- Dennis!

- Jeepers! Here, Sam!

- Dennis, stay where you are.

How many times have I told you about keeping

this frog in the house?

- I'm not keeping him in the house, dad!

He's just visiting!

- Well, visiting hours are over.

I'm telling you for the last time,

I want you to find another home for that frog.

Do you understood?

- OK.

Come on, Sam.

We gotta find you a new place to live.

[theme music]

- Oh, Martha, Listen to this warranty

on the back of these instructions.

Says, guaranteed to exterminate all insects that walk,

crawl, wiggle, or fly.

- I only hope it works, dear.

- Oh, it will, Martha.

It's bound to.

Oh, all we have to do is uncork that bottle that's

in the basement, let the fumes come up through the air vents.

- I'd feel better if you'd called in a professional fumigator.

You've already tried to get rid of those termites

once by yourself without success.

[door bell]

- Well, that was before they had this new, improved product

on the market, my dear.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson!

- Oh, it's you, Dennis.

- Mr. Wilson, I'd like you to meet Sam, a new friend of mine.

- Bring him in. - He is in!

- Oh, good grief!

- Hello, dear.

- Hi, Mrs. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson, would you mind giving Sam a home in the fish

pond in your backyard?

- Yes, I would mind!

Very much!

- But I've gotta find him a nice home.

- George, what harm would it do?

- Martha!

I have no intention of letting a loud bullfrog croak love

songs underneath my bedroom window all night long.

- He won't, Mr. Wilson.

He doesn't even know any!

- (MUTTERING) Doesn't know any.

Dennis, the answer is no.

Now please take your slimy friend away from here.

- OK.

Come along, Sam.

See you tomorrow night at our place, Mr. Wilson.

- George Wilson!

How much noise can one small frog make?

- Well that's an interesting question, Martha.

And I have no intention of finding out

the answer at 4 o'clock in the morning.

Oh, if only we didn't have to stay out

of the house for 24 hours while we fumigate.

- We're only going next door to the Mitchells'.

- Yes, that's what I mean.

- Now, George, you hinted around until they practically

had to ask us to stay.

- Now I wonder if that was wise-- 24 hours with Dennis.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson!

- What's the matter now, Dennis?

- Sam jumped down into your basement!

- Well, what do you expect me to do, organize a safari?

Run down there and get him out yourself.

- OK, Mr. Wilson!

Sam?

Where are ya, Sam?

You down there, Sam?

Jeez!

[croaking]

- Gotcha!

Uh-oh.

Now look what you made me do, Sam!

Boy, is Mr. Wilson going to be mad!

I found Sam, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, that's fine, Dennis.

- Is that stuff in the basement what

you're gonna use to kill your bugs, Mr. Wilson?

- Yes, Dennis.

Now don't bother me.

- Gee, that bottle is sure made out of breakable glass,

isn't it, Mr. Wilson?

- George, what's that strange odor?

- Hm?

Why, it smells like-- Dennis!

Tell me you didn't!

- Have you ever thought about staying

at our place tonight, Mr. Wilson?

- Great Scott, he did!

Run for your lives!

Oh, Dennis, come on!

Get out of here!

Ugh!

- Doesn't look as if the varnish on that floor

will be dry until tomorrow morning.

- Oh, dear, I was afraid of that.

- Well, you can't mean the floor of the guest room?

- Well, I could put some paper down, I suppose.

- And spoil your new floor?

Couldn't we do something else?

- Let's see, um, Alice, Mrs. Wilson

could sleep in my bed upstairs.

I can sleep on the couch down here.

And-and Mr. Wilson can sleep on the fold

out cot in Dennis's room.

- Oh, well I suppose for one night

it wouldn't hurt-- Dennis's room?

- It's a very comfortable cot, Mr. Wilson.

- Uh, let me try the sofa.

Excuse me, Martha.

Try it here.

And see.

- How does it feel?

- Well, I don't know.

It feels as if I bulge where the sofa doesn't, or something.

- Dear, perhaps Mr. Wilson would rather use Dennis's bed.

- Alice, George wouldn't think of doing it.

Would you, dear?

- Oh, no, no, of course I wouldn't, Martha.

Unless they insisted.

- We should have thought of it sooner.

Dennis won't mind sleeping on the cot one bit.

- You see there, Martha?

They insisted.

Oh, excuse me.

- Perhaps you'd like to take a little nap before dinner, Mr.

Wilson?

- Why yes, Alice, thank you.

I believe I would.

- George?

- Hm?

- I hope you don't walk in your sleep

tonight and scare these people half to death.

- Now Martha, you know very well I haven't walked in my sleep

for nearly a year.

- But you're more apt to do it when

you're overtired, the way you are now.

- Hey, dad!

Guess where Sam's moved to?

- Dennis, I'm in no mood for guessing games.

- I moved him over to Tommy's fish pond.

- Well, I'm happy for both your sake.

- Hey, where's good ol' Mr. Wilson?

- Dennis, I think you've bothered Mr. Wilson enough for one day.

He's just gone upstairs.

- Jeepers, dad.

I'm not gonna bother him.

I just wanna ask him if he wants to go rollerskating!

- Uh, Dennis?

Uh, Mr. Wilson's gone up to lie down.

- Already?

He hasn't even done anything with me yet!

- He's just taking a little nap before dinner.

- Oh.

- Oh, incidentally, Mr. Wilson is going

to share your bedroom with you tonight.

- Oh, boy!

Good ol' Mr. Wilson!

- And one other thing-- I-I don't think it's anything

to be concerned about-- but I understand

Mr. Wilson walks in his sleep sometimes.

- Walks in his sleep?

- Well, where are you off to now?

- I gotta tell the kids about this!

- Oh, George, just look at this room.

- Ha ha!

Baseball pennants, 5,000 comic books, nasty-looking spider.

Bubble gum.

Wonder what's in this thing? [boing]

- Oh, my!

- Oh, George.

Doesn't this room make you a little sorry

that we don't have a little boy of our own?

- Makes me a little sorry we don't

have a little hotel room of our own.

- George, it's only for overnight.

- Oh, well, all right.

Oh, Martha, I had everything so beautifully planned

for tomorrow.

Now look at me-- gassed out of my own house

without even my toothbrush.

All because of Dennis.

- Oh, dear, it isn't as if Dennis did it on purpose.

- Well Martha, hurricanes don't wreck towns on purpose.

Great Scott!

- What is it, dear?

- Well I don't know, it-- what in the world?

A stuffed alligator.

Good grief.

Ugh.

Oh.

- Well, I gotta get back inside.

Mr. Wilson's taking a nap.

For all I know, he's walking around up there right now.

- Wow! - Dennis!

Can I come with ya?

- Jeepers, Tommy, there's no telling

how mom and dad will feel about outsiders watching.

- I'll give ya a nickel.

- A nickel?

- I'll give you a nickel, too-- uh, tomorrow.

- Here's my nickel, Dennis!

- OK, come on.

He's right in there.

Now, all of you sit down.

Shh.

- Boy, this is better than waitin' for a horror movie

to start!

- You asleep?

- Oh!

Oh, oh, it's you, Dennis.

- You feelin' sleepy, Mr. Wilson?

- Well, I was, until you came in.

- Would you like me to ask my mom to give you a sleeping pill?

- Oh, Dennis, go home.

- I am home!

- Oh, so you are.

Good grief.

- He's not asleep yet.

But one eyelid's kinda droopy.

- Gee, Dennis!

I gotta get home for supper soon!

- Me, too!

- And I gotta get back and change my babies.

I want my nickel back!

- Me, too!

- Jeepers, Tommy, which would you rather do?

Eat or watch something that will scare you

for the next 10 years?

- I wanna do both.

[gasps]

- Oh, now what is it, Dennis?

- Mr. Wilson, would you mind walking around a little

with your eyes closed?

- Would I what?

- I've got three friends out there who have never

seen anybody walk in their sleep.

- Oh, for Pete's sake!

- Well, what are you children doing here?

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Wilson.

We're waiting for Mr. Wilson to walk in his sleep.

- Hi, Mrs. Wilson!

- Dennis, I'm sure your mother would rather you children

played outside.

Besides, Mr. Wilson never walks in his sleep during the day.

- He doesn't?

- No. - Oh.

OK, come on, kids.

Hey, Mrs. Wilson?

Will you do us little kids on favor?

- Of course, dear. What is it?

- If Mr. Wilson does start walking in his sleep,

aim him down the stairs.

- What are we gonna do now?

- I got an idea!

Instead of giving your nickels back, I'll stay up all night.

- What good will that do us?

- Yeah!

- When Mr. Wilson walks in his sleep,

I'll take a picture with my flash camera

and give ya each a copy!

- Gee, Dennis, that's a swell idea!

- Yeah!

- I want my nickel back!

I don't believe he walks in his sleep at all, Dennis Mitchell!

- Here's your nickel back, Margaret.

Mr. Wilson probably wouldn't walk

in front of a dumb girl, anyhow!

- Is that so?

Come along, children.

- See you tomorrow, Dennis!

- I'd better go home, too, Dennis.

- Hey Tommy, say hello to Sam for me.

And tell him not to go swimming in your fish pond after eating.

- OK.

I really hope he doesn't start making a lot of noise

in the middle of the night.

My dad's bad enough when I wake him up!

- Good night, dear.

- Oh, good night, Martha.

- I hope those pajamas fit, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, oh, they're-they're fine, Mitchell.

- Good night, son.

- Good night, dad. - Good night.

- Jeepers!

Isn't this fun, Mr. Wilson?

- Oh, this is just peachy dandy, Dennis.

Go to sleep.

- First, we gotta say our prayers.

Aren't you gonna say your prayers, Mr. Wilson?

- Well, you see, Dennis, the sad fact

is, most grown people neglect to say their prayers at night.

- My mom says all nice people say their prayers every night.

- Well, your mom is absolutely right.

Eh, well, you go first, Dennis.

- Dear Lord, please bless mom and dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Wilson,

and Tommy, and Sam.

And please make Mr. Wilson walk in his sleep.

Amen.

- Dennis, I am not going to walk in my sleep.

Oh.

Dear Lord, please watch over Martha, and the Mitchells,

including Dennis.

Amen.

- What about Sam?

- I will pray for your frog, Dennis,

when he starts putting in a good word for me.

Heaven's sake.

- Good night, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, good night.

- You want a drink of water, Mr. Wilson?

- No, thank you.

- You hungry?

- Oh, Dennis, we just ate.

- Yeah, but that was downstairs!

- Dennis, go to sleep.

- Your bed comfortable?

- My bed is very comfortable.

How's yours?

- The one you're in is mine!

- I don't know the one I'm in is yours.

I meant-- the-- oh, good night.

Well, what's wrong, now?

- I'm not sleepy!

- I am!

Dennis, would you please mind not staring at me?

- Then how will I know when you start walking in your sleep?

- I am not going to walk in my sleep.

Oh, good grief!

Oh! Oh!

- Gee, Mr. Wilson!

You're the funniest friend I ever slept with!

[whistling]

TOMMY (OFFSCREEN):

Open the front door!

- OK!

Jeepers, Tommy!

What are you doing out this late?

- Your old frog was croakin' so loud

thought he'd wake my dad up and get me in trouble!

Here.

- Hi, Sam.

I guess he got home sick.

- I almost got in trouble, anyway.

I ran into a policeman on the way over here.

But I told him--

[croaking]

- There he goes!

- Uh-oh!

- Gee, that was a good one!

- He's going up the stairs!

Boy!

He's quick!

You look under that bed!

- Dennis! Look!

[gasps]

- He's headed for the guest room!

We gotta get my camera. - Yeah.

- Come on!

- Dennis, is that you? - Jeepers!

It's mom!

- Henry!

Henry, wake up! - Huh?

Huh?

What is it, Alice?

- Mr. Wilson isn't in his bed, and the front door was open!

- Oh, he's probably walking in his sleep.

- Get your coat, dear.

Oh, honey, that's my hat.

- Oh, yeah.

OK.

I'll start looking around the neighborhood.

Meanwhile, you better call the police.

- The police?

- Yeah, he may get hit by a milk truck.

[door bell]

- Good evening.

- That certainly was fast, wasn't it?

What can I do for you, officer?

- I stopped a little boy on the street a few minutes ago.

He gave me this address.

- Is this possible?

- He ran away before I had a chance to bring him home.

- But Dennis has been upstairs in his bed all evening.

- Are you sure?

- Of course we're sure!

- Would you mind if we took a look?

- Not at all!

[pop]

- I wonder what that was?

[snoring]

- I'll clean up the mess.

You get some more flash bulbs, Tommy.

- OK!

- Alice, is anything the matter?

- Oh, Henry's going out to look for Mr.

Wilson in just a few minutes.

- Look for him?

- Uh, right this way, officer.

- Well, he's in bed all right!

- But that's not Dennis!

- Sure it is, lady!

- I think that I know my own son!

- Tommy, what are you doing here?

- Hi, Mr. Mitchell.

I just dropped by to bring Sam back.

- Where's my husband?

- Oh please, lady one thing at a time, huh?

- Tommy, do you know where Dennis is?

- Sure.

In the guest room.

- The guest room?

- Alice, what is going on?

- Oh, Mrs. Wilson, I wish I knew!

- Dennis, what are you doing in here?

- I'm picking up glass so Mr. Wilson won't walk on it.

- Now, I've seen everything.

- Shh! he must be awakened gently.

- Uh, Dennis, come here, honey.

We'd better stay out here.

- George?

George, dear, wake up.

George?

I can't wake him up.

[croaking]

- Oh.

- Good ol' Sam can wake anybody up!

- Oh, good morning, Martha.

Oh, what a dreadful night.

I dreamt I was sleeping in the same with Dennis!

What am I doing here?

- Dear, you walked in your sleep.

- Good grief!

Now I remember!

It wasn't a dream!

I--

- Smile, Mr. Wilson!

Say cheese!

- Great Scott!

Ah, there, that awful odor is finally gone.

Oh, isn't it wonderful to be back in our own home

again, Martha? - Yes, dear.

And I'm so glad you're letting Dennis

keep the frog is our fish pond after all.

- Well, I'm so glad to be back that I just

couldn't be mad at anybody.

Besides, it was the only way I could

be sure of getting those negatives from Dennis.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson! - Oh.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson!

Hi, Mrs. Wilson!

- Hello, dear.

- Oh, Dennis, what are you doing over here?

- I just came over to thank you again

for letting Sam live over here in your fish pond?

- Well, that's all right, Dennis.

Who knows?

Maybe his croaking will wake me up

when I start walking in my sleep again.

- They sure will, Mr. Wilson!

- They?

What do you mean by 'they?'

- The boy that gave him to me said Sam's gonna be a mother!

By summertime, you'll have a whole gillion croaking frogs!

- Great Scott!

[theme music]

ANNOUNCER: This has been a Screen Gems film production

from the Hollywood studios of Columbia Pictures.