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- Be sure and get three spoons, Tommy,

because we're going to-- Oh, hi, Grandma.

I was just telling Tommy that nobody

can make tapioca pudding as good as you.

- Well, good.

If that means you'd like that last dishful, you may have it.

- Gee, thanks Mrs. Mitchell.

- Me and Tommy are going to have a picnic with Bobby

over at his house.

- Why doesn't Bobby come over here?

- He's got the mumps.

- Dennis!

Dennis, come back here.

[theme music]

- Fremont. Fremont.

Ho, ho, Fremont, come here.

Oh, Fremont.

You know, Martha, I think I'll start

teaching Fremont a few of the simple commands like sit,

stand, and lie down.

And then I'll teach him to stop jumping on people

and making a nuisance of himself.

- That's just his way of being friendly.

- Well, it's also a sign of an untrained animal.

- I still think you ought to send him

to one of those dog training schools

if you're really serious about teaching him to obey you.

- And waster all that money?

Why, Martha, this new book on dog training

is so simple that even a dog can understand it.

- I hope you're right, dear.

- Oh, you wait and see, Martha.

Why, Fremont will soon be a rigidly disciplined

canine machine obeying his master's every command.

Let's see now, first, oh yes, make the voice firm.

Fremont.

- I'm afraid Fremont doesn't want to be trained, dear.

- Well, what he wants doesn't matter.

Through the years man has been the teacher

and the beast has been the student.

Why, at one time, not so long ago, the domesticated cow

used to be a wild beast.

Do you know what changed him?

- He found out he was a girl?

- He-- oh, Martha. Aha.

There you are, Fremont.

All right now, Fremont, when I give the command I want to sit.

No, no, Fremont, no.

Wait until I give the command.

- Maybe he's read the book, dear.

- Oh, Martha.

All right Fremont, heh, heh, there, now, Fremont, sit.

Now stand.

Now sit.

Now stand.

Now sit.

Now stand.

All right now, Martha, you watch this.

All right, Fremont, sit.

Oh, good grief, no, no, Fremont.

All right, then stand.

All right, then sit.

No Oh, Martha, I wonder if the knucklehead who

wrote this book ever owned a dog.

It's hopeless.

Fremont, oh, Fremont, come on out here.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson.

- Dennis.

- Are you playing hide and seek with Fremont, Mr. Wilson?

- Ow, Dennis, will you go home?

- Hello, dear.

- Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

My Grandma Mitchell asked me to return this mixing bowl.

- Well, thank you, dear.

- All right, Fremont, now lie down.

Down.

Lie down.

- Maybe Fremont's not tired, Mr. Wilson

- Oh, Dennis.

- Dear, Mr. Wilson is teaching Fremont to obey him.

- Oh.

What have you taught Fremont so far, Mr. Wilson?

- So far I've taught him to crawl under the sofa.

Now don't bother me.

- Can I help train Fremont, Mr. Wilson?

- No, of course, you can't.

Why, yes, yes, Dennis.

Why, yes, you can help me train Fremont.

- I can?

- Well, as a matter of fact, you can do more than just help.

Me

- Oh, boy.

- Now, you see this book, Dennis?

It tells all about how to train dogs.

- Jeepers, pictures and everything.

- That's right.

Pictures and everything.

Now you take this book and Fremont along home with you.

And if you can teach him anything at all,

I'll give you a whole quarter.

- A whole quarter?

Wow. - George Wilson.

- No, Martha, please.

- Now you just follow the simple directions, that Dennis.

You can't go wrong.

- Jeepers, a whole quarter.

Come on, Fremont.

- George Wilson, the idea.

You know Dennis won't be able to train Fremont.

- Well, Martha, you know it, and I know it,

but Dennis doesn't know it.

And with any kind of luck at all,

that silly book will keep Dennis out of my hair for a week.

- George Wilson, I'm ashamed of you.

- You know, I'm a little ashamed of myself,

Martha, taking advantage of a defenseless little dog

like that.

Ho, ho, ho.

- Now you listen to me, Fremont.

Stay.

Stay, Fremont.

- Now walk away and see if he stays there.

- OK.

Don't you think he followed me a little slower that time?

- Maybe a little.

Hey, why don't we give him an examination,

and see if dumb old Fremont's learned anything

at all for sure?

- That's a swell idea, Tommy.

OK, Fremont.

Sit.

Down.

Come. Stay.

- Well, that gives Fremont a big fat zero for today.

- And that's just what I'm going to get from good old Mr.

Wilson instead of that quarter.

- Gee, Dennis, you've got to teach him something.

It's your turn to buy the next bag of jellybeans.

- Yeah.

Tommy?

I wonder what makes jellybeans so good?

- Search me, but someday I'm going to have a big farm

and grow nothing but jellybeans.

- Jeepers, Tommy, you can get sick

on jellybeans everyday your whole life.

- Yeah, when was the last time you

got sick on jellybeans, Dennis?

- Hmm, I feel kind of sick right now.

- Me, too.

- Here Fre-- Fremont.

Fremont. Fremont.

Fremont?

Here, Fremont.

Now come on, Fremont.

Now I'll make him sit.

Sit, Fremont.

Did you see that?

The front half of him was almost trained there for a minute.

- Do you feel real sick yet?

- Heck, no.

- Me neither.

Where'd it go?

- Fremont's eating it.

- I knew that dog isn't as dumb as he's trying to act.

- Look, Fremont wants another one.

Jeepers, Tommy, the whole world must love jellybeans.

- Yeah.

All except my Dad.

He hates them.

- I bet old Fremont would do anything for a jellybean.

- Dennis!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Fremont, if you sit down, I'll give you another jellybean.

Now if you lie down, I'll give you two jellybeans.

- Dennis, you trained Fremont.

- Jeepers, Tommy.

Good old Fremont just wants to be

treated like any other little kid.

- Isn't it a lovely, quiet afternoon, Martha,

without Dennis around?

- Very quiet, dear.

All because of a little ingenuity on my part

getting Dennis to--

- Mr. Wilson.

- Me and my big mouth.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

- Oh, what is it, Dennis?

- We trained Fremont.

- You what?

- We trained Fremont.

- Oh, you did, did you?

Heh, heh, where is he, out getting his diploma?

- Here, Fremont. Sit.

- I don't believe it.

- Stand, Fremont.

And here's one that's not even in the book.

Play dead, Fremont.

- Fantastic.

Utterly fantastic.

Martha, I told you the author of that book was a genius.

Dennis, here is your quarter.

- Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

Oh, Tommy helped me, too.

- Boy, did I.

- Oh, well, here's a quarter for you, Tommy.

- Gee, thanks Mr. Wilson.

We'd better get down to the candy store before it closes.

Come on.

- Are you going to spend all your money for candy?

- We have to.

Fremont ate up all our jellybeans.

Hey, Mr. Wilson, would you like us

to teach Fremont to carry in the morning

paper for only a dime extra?

- Oh, perhaps some other time, Dennis.

- OK.

Sit, Fremont.

- Why, Martha, I have never seen anything like it.

- I wonder why you couldn't train Fremont, George?

- Oh, well, it isn't that I couldn't, Martha.

It's simply I lost interest.

And has Dennis has proven, training a dog is child's play.

- George, have you notice that Fremont hasn't moved

one inch since Dennis told him to sit?

- He's certainly trained all right.

Why he didn't even jump on me when he ran in.

Fremont, come here.

Fremont.

Did you hear me? Fremont.

Stand.

Or lie down, play dead.

- He doesn't seem to pay the slightest attention to you.

- Oh, of course, he does, Martha.

Come here, Fremont.

- Don't yell at him.

- Well, I'm not yelling, Martha.

All right now, Fremont, stand.

Oh, well, now come on, Fremont, it's all right.

Why you can even jump up and lick me in the face

if you want to.

Come on, boy.

Great Scott, Martha.

That insidious little boy has brainwashed my dog.

Fremont.

[doorbell ringing]

- Oh, come in Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, hello, Mitchell.

- Is something the matter with Fremont?

I gave Dennis a quarter to train Fremont for me,

and now I can't do a thing with him.

- Dennis?

- Fremont.

- I'm afraid I don't understand, Mr. Wilson.

- Watch.

All right, Fremont, stand, lie down, do anything you want.

Now do you understand?

My own dog, and all he does it sit and stare

at me as though I'm a halfwit.

- Dennis, come down here a minute please.

DENNIS: Coming Dad.

Hi.

Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Hi, Fremont.

Anybody want a jellybean?

- Oh, no thank you, Dennis.

- Dennis, I thought you were told not to eat anymore

jellybeans before dinner?

- Well, I'm not eating them.

I'm just running around with them so they won't get stale.

- Well, just don't run around with them in your stomach.

Mr. Wilson's having trouble with his dog.

- With good old Fremont?

- That animal won't do anything but sit since you told him to.

- Jeepers, he won't?

Come here, Fremont.

See, there's nothing wrong with good old Fremont, Mr. Wilson.

- Fremont. Come here.

Well, he ignores me completely.

- Shame on you, Fremont.

That's good old Mr. Wilson over there.

- Well, the only thing I can suggest, Mr. Wilson,

is that you take the dog home and train him all over again,

so that he'll mind you instead of Dennis.

- I suppose you're right, Mitchell.

Here Fremont.

Oh.

Fremont.

- Mr. Wilson?

Here.

Try giving Fremont some jellybeans.

- Dennis, I refuse to stoop to bribery

to make my own dog obey me.

All right, Fremont, now watch me just once more.

Down.

Down, Fremont.

You see?

You see, Fremont?

All right now, you try.

Come on, down, Fremont. Down.

- George.

Do you realize it's after midnight?

- Oh, I'll be up in a few minutes, dear.

I'm trying an entirely new approach to the problem.

- Is Fremont obeying you any better?

- Well, at least he stopped growling at me.

Oh, Martha?

- Yes, dear?

- Oh, well, never mind.

Goodnight, Martha.

- Goodnight, dear.

- All right, Fremont.

Oh, Fremont, come on, wake up.

Now listen, this is no picnic for me either, you know.

Now come on, watch me.

Now look, down, oh.

Down. Down.

Darn you anyway, Fremont.

Oh, all right.

Let's both take a five minute rest.

- OK.

Let's try it again.

Lie down.

I said, down.

Fremont, he's hopeless.

- He's the dumbest pet I ever had.

- Let's try giving him a jellybean.

- It won't do any good.

- Well, let's try.

Sit up and beg, Mr. Wilson.

- I've been sitting up since I was two.

- Maybe we could teach him to get the newspaper.

- Are you kidding?

That mutt couldn't carry in his leash

if one end was fastened to his collar.

- Go get the newspaper, Mr. Wilson.

Fremont, he's doing it.

- I'll give you two to one odds he slobbers all over it.

- Jeepers, look at that.

- What did I tell you?

- Don't tell me he's torn up the newspaper again.

George Wilson, can't you ever do anything right?

George.

George, wake up, dear.

- Martha, I'm so sorry.

Next time I'll try it with my mouth--

- George.

- Huh?

Where am I?

- You must have fallen asleep on the floor.

You must have been dreaming.

Come on upstairs, dear.

- Yes, Martha.

Oh, one minute, dear.

Wake up, Fremont.

Next time you can carry your own darn paper in.

- I'm making some more toast, boys.

Now that's what I call a perfect cup of coffee, Mrs. Mitchell.

- Well, thank you, dear.

- When am I going to be able to drink coffee?

- About the same time you start supporting your old man.

Now drink up your milk.

- Anybody home?

- Hey, that sounds like good old Mr. Wilson.

Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Hi, Fremont.

- What brings you out so early, Mr. Wilson?

- Mitchell, I would like to give Fremont to Dennis.

- You what?

- Jeepers, wow.

Oh, boy.

- I don't know what to say Mr. Wilson.

- Say yes, Dad, say yes. - Now hold on a minute young man.

- All I ask is that Dennis take good care of Fremont.

- Oh, I will, I will.

- Are you sure, Mr. Wilson?

- I'm sure, Mitchell and thank you.

- All right, Fremont, come on.

Come on.

- It's easy to see the animal will

be happier with a small boy.

- Hi, Fremont.

Thanks again, Mr. Wilson.

Hi, ya, Fremont.

Come here, come here.

- Hey, Dennis?

- Hi, Tommy.

Guess what?

- You're all out of jellybeans.

- Heck, no.

Mr. Wilson just gave Fremont to me.

- No kidding?

- Here, Fremont.

- Boy, he's all dog, isn't he?

- Jeepers, and how.

- Hey, what's Mr. Wilson going to use for a dog?

- I don't know.

Maybe he's going to get a dog more his own size.

Good old Fremont.

Hey, Dad, is Mr. Wilson getting another dog?

- I don't think so, son.

- Then why'd he give me good old Fremont?

Didn't he like him anymore?

- I'm afraid Mr. Wilson thought Fremont

didn't like him anymore.

- Jeepers.

Who wouldn't like good old Mr. Wilson?

- Yeah, who wouldn't?

- I bet you do to like good old Mr. Wilson.

And he loves you.

And you know something, Dad?

Who wants a used old dog anyway?

- I was hoping you'd come around to that way of thinking, son.

Now the only problem we have is to get

Fremont to act like he likes Mr. Wilson again.

- Hey, Dennis.

Remember how mad Fremont got at us

that time we gave him that bubble bath?

- Yeah.

And how he always runs home and hides

on Mr. Wilson's lap, when Miss Cathcart's mean old cat chases

him? - Boy, does he.

- Tommy, I'll get the water running in the tub.

You go visit good old Miss Cathcart.

- OK.

- Come on, Fremont.

- It certainly seems odd without Fremont being underfoot,

doesn't it, dear? - Huh?

Oh, well I really hadn't noticed.

- Are you sure you wouldn't like a little something to eat?

- No, thank you, Martha.

I'm not very hungry.

- It's such a warm, lovely day.

Wouldn't you like to take a little walk?

- No, I don't feel like it, dear.

- George.

Dennis will understand.

Go and bring Fremont home.

- Martha, I can't.

Fremont isn't my dog any longer.

Well, he doesn't like me anymore.

- Oh, I don't believe that for one second.

- Well, it's true.

He didn't even bother to wag his tail

when he saw me this morning.

And you know how he always used to wag his tail

and jump up on me every time he saw me.

- Oh, you're just being silly.

- Well, it is not silly at all.

Why, he treats me like I'm some old bone he's gotten tired of.

- I miss Fremont, too.

- Well, I'm sorry, Martha, but the only way

I'll take Fremont back is if he comes home

to me of his own free will.

[barking and scratching]

- George, what was that?

- Fremont.

Oh, stop that.

Why, Martha, Fremont likes me again.

- Of course, he does, dear.

He never stopped liking you.

- Oh, Fremont, you crazy dog, you.

[theme music]

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from the Hollywood Studios of Columbia Pictures.