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- Hey, Mom.

Is it OK if I go and visit old Mrs. Davis for a while?

- Mrs. Davis?

I didn't know she was a friend of yours, Dennis.

- Oh, sure.

I've been to see her lots of times.

- Oh, I'm so glad.

I think she's a very sweet old lady.

- Yeah, she's a real whistler's mother type.

Every night when I come from work,

she's sitting on her front porch in her rocking chair.

- Of course you can go, Dennis.

I think it's very nice of you to keep her company.

- Son, what do you and she talk about?

- Oh, we don't talk much.

- I just go there when I have walnuts.

Her old rocking chair sure cracks walnuts swell.

[theme music]

- Mr. Wilson's going to help out at the bank?

Well, does that mean he's going to work there?

- Well, he really won't be working very hard.

Actually, he's doing this as a favor to Mr. Yates down there.

- Well, I know Mr. Yates is a good friend of his,

but what kind of a job--

- Here you are, mom.

- Thank you, dear.

- Who's Mr. Yates?

- Oh, you don't know him, Dennis.

He's president of the bank where we have our account.

- Anyway, they're having this campaign on for new accounts,

and Mr. Wilson will just have a desk down there

and be sort of an official greeter.

- Is Mr. Wilson gonna go to work, dad?

- Well, briefly, yes.

- Jeepers, I'm sure glad he's finally got a job.

- Dennis.

Mr. Wilson isn't looking for work.

He's retired.

- He is.

- Jeepers, I better go wake him up and tell him he's got a job.

- He knows it, son.

Why don't you go out and play?

- Well, OK.

I could sit out front and wait for the ice cream man

to come by.

But I haven't got any money.

I guess I'll just go sit out there anyway.

I can always watch the other kids eat theirs.

- Well, wait a minute, son.

I-- I've had a pretty good day today.

I think maybe I can spare a dine.

- Oh boy, thanks dad!

- I can't help it, honey.

I've always been a sucker for a sob story.

- And Mr. Yates states, he's pleased to extend an invitation

to Mr. Wilson's many friends to visit

his desk at the bank this week so that he can personally

supervise the opening of their new account.

My, isn't that nice?

- Well, it was rather tastefully handled, yes.

- It's a nice picture too.

- I think it makes my face look a little fat.

- Yes.

You really ought to wear larger collars, dear.

Or have smaller helpings at dinner.

- Oh.

Martha.

Well, it's just not a very good angle.

That's all.

- I hope the bank realizes how lucky they

are to have you do this for them.

- Well, if Dudley Yates feels I can

help to focus the attention of this community

on saving money, on thrift, then it's my duty.

- And you'll have fun too, won't you?

You know, Martha, it will be fun sort of getting

my feet under a desk for a while, yes.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Hi Mr. Wilson!

- Hello, Dennis.

- Hello, dear.

- Hi Mrs. Wilson.

You want a bite?

- Oh, no thank you, Dennis.

Dad gave me a dime, so I got a double dipper.

- Tsk tsk.

Your father gave you some money, so you

ran right out immediately and spent it all on ice cream, huh?

- I had to run.

The ice cream man was almost out of sight.

- A wise man, Dennis, is a thrifty man.

He saves his money, puts it in the bank.

- Yeah, but I never have enough money to save any.

- You can always save part of your money.

- You take that ice cream cone, for instance.

If you'd only bought a single dip one,

you'd have had a nickel to save.

- Yeah, but-- Hey.

I didn't know your picture was in the paper, Mr. Wilson.

- Isn't he handsome, Dennis?

- Aw.

- I didn't know your face was so fat.

Woops.

Aw heck.

- Now look what you've done, Dennis.

For heaven's sakes, you've ruined it.

- No, I can stick it back on.

Aw.

Jeepers, now I have ruined it.

- I wasn't talking about your ice cream, Dennis.

- Now, now don't fret, George.

I'll get a cloth and clean it right up.

- I sure wish you'd have told me about saving

my money before, Mr. Wilson.

- What?

- If I'd have bought a single dip and saved a nickel,

now I'd have it to buy another blob of ice cream with.

I learn something from you every day.

You know what I'm gonna do right now

for good old Mr. Wilson, dad?

- Don't bother Mr. Wilson, son.

- It's too late to go over to Mr. Wilson's tonight, Dennis.

- I'm not going over to his house, Mom.

Jeepers, everybody talks to me, but nobody looks at me.

- All right.

What is it, son?

- You know what I'm gonna do right now?

I'm gonna take every penny I got out of my bank,

and tomorrow I'm going to put them

in Mr. Wilson's bank downtown.

- Why, Dennis, I think that's a fine idea.

- Well yes, son.

I think you're old enough to have your own bank account.

- You don't think the bank might lose my money, do ya, Dad?

Or spend it, or anything?

- No, they'll take good care of it.

You see, when you put your money in the bank,

it's not only safe, but, well, the bank adds interest,

and your money grows. - Grows?

You mean it gets more?

- That's right.

- And if you leave it long enough,

you'll have a lot of money.

- Oh, boy, I didn't know that!

I'm gonna put every penny I've got in there tomorrow,

and-- will you help me get him out, Dad?

- Sure I will, son.

Bring your piggy over to the desk.

- Hey wait, Dad, are you gonna hit him with that?

- Well, I've got to break him to get the pennies out, son.

- But I've had that old pig a long time, Dad.

I sure do hate to hurt him.

- Well, I tell you what we'll do.

We'll blindfold him, and then he'll never know what hit him.

OK?

- Well, if that's the only way I can start my bank account,

I guess we'll have to.

- Wow, look at all that money!

- Officer Hogan, this is Mr. Wilson.

- How do you do, Officer Hogan? - Glad to know you, Mr. Wilson.

- Thank you.

- And this is Mr. Clute.

Mr. Wilson.

- How do you do, Mr. Clute?

- How do you do, Mr. Wilson?

- We're mighty proud to have you with us

for this new customer drive, George.

- Well, you know, I've been a depositor here a good number

of years now.

Uh, anything I can do to bring in new business is a pleasure.

- Well, I feel that your presence here

will bring in a lot of fine new accounts.

And by George, I think we ought to drink a toast to that.

- A toast?

Well, it's a little early in the day for me,

but, uh, you're the boss.

Oh! Water.

Aqua pura.

Of course.

- Here's to our first new account.

Let's hope it's a big one.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Hi, Mr. Wilson!

- Hi, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, hello, Mitchell.

- Oh, oh, Mr. Yates.

This is Henry Mitchell and his son, Dennis.

- How are you, Mr. Mitchell? - How are you?

- Dennis? - Hi.

Guess what, Mr. Wilson?

I'm gonna start a bank account in your bank.

- Yes, he's got his whole life savings in that paper bag.

- Ah.

Well, you came to the right place.

- Yes indeed, young man.

We're always happy to meet a new depositor.

I'm the president here.

- Glad to know ya.

I hope you take good care of my money.

It takes a long time to save 300 pennies.

- You just trust us, Dennis.

- Mr. Wilson is personally going to look after your money.

Aren't you, Mr. Wilson?

- Of course.

- Actually, it was you who got him started, Mr. Wilson.

- I did?

- That's right.

Mr. Wilson says, if you got a dime,

you should always save a nickel of it.

- Right!

Doing a little missionary work, eh, George?

- Well, they're never too young, you know.

- Well, I've got to get on down to the office, son.

See you later. Mr. Wilson.

- Yes, good bye, Mitchell. Bye, Dad.

- All right, Dennis, you just bring your money

right here in here to my desk.

- We'll not only take good care of it,

but we'll make your money grow, Dennis.

- That's what my Dad says.

- And one of these days, you'll be a wealthy man.

- I'll dump the money out so you can count it.

- Oh, no, Dennis, that won't be necessary.

- I'll take your word for it.

- Now, let's see.

That's $3.

- No, sir.

300 pennies.

- Well, Dennis, you see, there are 100 pennies in a dollar.

So 300 pennies--

- I know that, Mr. Wilson.

But I didn't bring any dollars.

Just pennies.

- Oh, all right.

Here.

- I'll take you over to Mr. Clute at the teller's window.

Bring your money.

- Oh, Denis?

Your passbook.

- Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

I bet my money sure will grow with you taking care of it

for me.

Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Watch my money!

Don't let anybody leave!

- Dennis!

How in the world did you manage to do this?

- I don't know, but it sure is a mess!

- Pardon me, please.

- I think we got 'em all, Mr. Wilson.

- I hope so, Dennis.

- But let's count them and make sure.

1, 2, 3, 4--

- Oh, for heaven's sakes, Dennis.

Here, let me.

2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12-- 24, 26-- 298, 299, Dennis.

- 299?

I had 300 when I came in here.

We'd better count 'em again. - 1--

- Oh, no, never mind, Dennis.

Here, I'll put a penny in, myself.

Oh, I don't have a penny.

Here.

Here's a nickel.

- A nickel?

Jeepers, thanks, Mr. Wilson.

My money's starting to grow already.

- That sure was a good breakfast, Mom.

- Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, dear.

- But you know what I'd really enjoy?

A piece of that apple pie you got in the ice box.

- You'll have to wait until dinner time.

Sorry to disappoint you.

- Oh, that's all right, Mom.

When I become a millionaire, we can have pie all day long.

- When are you expecting that to happen, son?

- Well, it won't be long.

The money I put in the bank yesterday

is growing every minute.

Bye!

- Oh, he certainly is proud of that bank account.

- Well, it's a fine thing for a boy his age to have.

Say, a piece of that apple pie sounds good.

I think I'll just get myself a slice.

- Henry, you heard what I told Dennis.

That's for dinner.

- I know, honey, but why deny ourselves?

We've got a budding millionaire in the family.

- Good morning, Mr. Wilson.

- Good morning, Hogan.

Good morning, Clute.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Wilson.

Nice morning.

- Quite.

- Good morning, George.

- Oh, good morning, Dudley.

- Well, I hardly expected to see you here so bright and early.

- Oh, why not?

Even though I am a banker now, I have

no intention of keeping banker's hours.

- Well, well, a briefcase.

And bulbing, too.

Important papers?

- Well, no, not exactly.

You see, Martha's a firm believer in home cooking.

Doesn't think I should be deprived of it.

- Oh, I see. You brought your lunch?

- Yes.

Pot row sandwiches.

I'll be happy to share them with you, Dudley.

- Well, I may take you up on that.

George, I'm very happy with the way this thing is working out.

You brought in some fine accounts yesterday.

- Oh, well, thank you, Dudley.

I shall try to keep up the good work.

- I'm sure you will, George.

- Thank you, Dudley.

Thank you.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Hello, Mr. Wilson!

- Oh, dear.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson!

- Dennis, keep your voice down.

This is a bank.

- Hey, Mr. Wilson.

I came to look at the money I put in your bank yesterday.

- To look at it?

- I want to see how much it's grown.

- But Dennis, you only brought it here yesterday.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Bishop.

May I have the pleasure of serving you, sir?

- Yes, I'd like to talk about opening a new account.

- Ah, splendid.

You business leaders are the type we're after.

- Aren't you gonna show me my money, Mr. Wilson?

- Oh, no, I'm not.

Now, if you'll just step inside please, sir?

- Jeepers, what good is a bank account

if you can't see your money? Maybe it's gone.

- It's not gone, it's here.

Now, I'll be glad to explain to you the advantages of our--

- Are you sure, Mr. Wilson?

Did you see it today?

- Yes, Dennis.

I saw it.

Now, I'm sure you'll be pleased with our rate of interest.

- I'd feel a lot better if I could see it.

It's all the money I've got in the world.

- I'd better forget about opening that account.

- Oh, now wait, Mr. Bishop.

- Some of your depositors don't seem too happy

with the service they get here.

- But Mr. Bishop-- I-- Oh, drat.

Now I'll never get his account.

- That's all right, Mr. Wilson.

You've still got mine.

Can I see it now?

- Oh, Dennis, I have told you over and over--

- Hello there, young man.

Well, George, what's the trouble?

You sound upset.

- Well, Dennis insists upon seeing

the money he deposited yesterday.

- Well, it sounds like a reasonable request to me.

Let our young depositor see that his money is always safe here.

- Jeepers! Thanks!

- Very well, Dudley.

Very well.

- Come along, Dennis.

Through here.

- Don't you take it!

Oh, Mr. Wilson, I'm terribly sorry.

I thought I was being held up.

- Good old Mr. Wilson wouldn't do that.

He works here.

- What in the world makes you so jittery?

- Well, I can't help it, Mr. Wilson.

A few months ago I was really held up.

A man shoved a note through the window of my cage

that said I should give him all the money.

- Did you give it to him? - No.

Fortunately I fainted, and he ran out.

But it was a dreadful experience,

and my nerves haven't been the same since.

Well, now what can I do for you, Mr. Wilson?

- Young Mitchell here wants to see

the money he deposited yesterday.

Do you have your passbook with you, Dennis?

- I sure do.

Last night I slept with it under my pillow.

- $3.04.

Well, that should be simple.

There you are, young man.

- That must be somebody else's money.

Mine was all pennies.

- But this is the same thing.

- Don't argue with him, Clute.

Just show him 304 pennies.

- Well, if you say so.

There's your four, and here's 300 more.

Each of these rolls contains 50 pennies.

- Are you sure?

I'd better break 'em open and see.

- Please, young man, not here.

People are waiting in line.

Can we open them on your desk, Mr. Wilson?

- No, Dennis, we could not.

- OK.

I'll get that nice fat man to help me.

- No, Dennis. No, no.

Don't you bother Mr. Yates.

Oh, I'll do it.

I'll bring them back, Mr. Clute.

Come along.

There you are, Dennis.

There are your pennies.

All 304 of them.

- Jeepers, my money's been here a whole day,

and it hasn't grown a bit.

- Well, Dennis, you can't expect your money to grow that fast.

Oh, it will grow, but you have to be more patient.

You have to wait. - OK.

I'll wait.

- Oh, good. Good.

Oh, no, Dennis.

No.

You can't wait here.

- Well, I'd rather wait here where I can watch.

- Now Dennis, you be a good boy and run along home.

- What's the trouble now, George?

- Oh.

Our young depositor's complaining.

Thinks his money should grow overnight.

- But I promised Mom and Dad I'd be a millionaire soon.

- Well, I'm afraid that's a little too ambitious.

You see, I've been in the banking business

for many years, and I'm not a millionaire yet.

- You sure look like one.

- I do?

- Millionaires can have pie any time they want.

And you look like you've had it a lot!

- Dennis! - It's all right, George.

A banker should always have a prosperous look.

Now, you just leave your money here with us,

and let me take good care of it for you, OK?

- OK! - Run along.

- I wish you hadn't encouraged Dennis, Dudley.

You may regret it.

- No, nonsense, George.

What harm could a little boy do?

- That little boy could wreck our entire financial structure

single handed.

- I'm putting three sandwiches in your briefcase today, dear.

- Oh?

You know, Martha, I have the feeling

that pot roast sandwiches in my briefcase

are, well, a little undignified.

- These are baked ham, dear.

- Oh.

Well, I suppose it's a little too

late to think of dignity, anyhow.

Especially after the way Dennis embarrassed me yesterday

in front of Mr. Bishop.

- Well, stop brooding about that.

I'm sure it'll turn out all right.

- I hope you're right.

I got Bishop on the phone later and finally persuaded

him to come back in again today to open his account.

- You always were persuasive.

- The thing that terrifies me, though,

Martha, is that Dennis may show up again.

- Oh, you probably won't see him all day.

You know how boys are.

- They, they lose interest so fast.

- Well, I hope you're right.

Anyway, I'm taking the precaution

of going in early today, so I'll at least have some peace

and quiet before he descends on me.

How do I look, my dear?

- Just perfect.

- Well, I'm off to the bank.

Good bye, Martha.

- Good bye, Nelson.

- Nelson?

- It's very easy to mistake you for a Rockefeller.

- Oh, Martha.

Good morning, Mr. Hogan.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Wilson.

- Morning, Mr. Clute.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Wilson.

Nice morning.

- Indeed it is. - Good morning, Mr. Keith.

- Good morning, Mr. Wilson!

- Dennis, no.

This is too much.

- I'm surprised you weren't here this morning before the bank

opened. - I was.

Mr. Hogan had to let me in.

- Well, now, you get this straight, young man.

I don't intend to spend another day hauling out

those confounded pennies to show you.

- Oh, I didn't come to see them, Mr. Wilson.

I came to help my money grow.

I brought some more.

There's 16 pennies there.

I took eight empty bottles back to Mr. Quigley's market.

- Well, now, good for you, Dennis.

Good for you.

Yeah, that's the way to do it.

You're on the right road to riches now.

Oh.

Oh, that's a Mexican penny, Dennis.

- I know.

Mr. Quigley said it was.

If I get enough of those, I can be a Mexican millionaire, too.

Hah!

- This isn't legal tender in this country.

Quigley shouldn't have given you this.

- There can't be anything wrong with it, Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Quigley said it's one he got from you last week.

- Oh.

Well, I'll just put it back with the other.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Bishop.

Come to open that account, have you?

- Yes, but, uh, I see you're still

busy with your other depositor.

- Oh, no, not at all.

Not at all.

Come in, sir.

Oh, Dennis, let Mr. Bishop have that chair, please.

- This is the cash I'd like to deposit.

- Oh, splendid.

Dennis, I'm sorry.

I won't be able to make out your deposit slip right now.

I'll be busy with Mr. Bishop.

- That's all right.

Where's that nice fat man?

I'll get him to make it out.

- Oh, no, Dennis.

Don't you bother that nice fat man-- Mr. Yates.

Here, Dennis.

Here.

Now, you, you take your pennies to Mr. Clute.

He'll do it for you.

- Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, wait a minute.

Wait.

He might not do it just on your say so,

so I'd better write you a note giving proper authorization.

Please make out a slip for this lad's deposit, and enter same.

There are are.

Now, you just take this right over to Mr. Clute.

- Thanks Mr. Wilson.

- Now.

Now we can get on with our business, Mr. Bishop.

- Excuse me, mister.

- Oh, here, son.

Let me help you.

- It's a hold up!

It's a hold up!

Hang on to my money, Mr. Clute!

It's a hold up!

[alarm ringing]

- Don't panic, folks.

Don't panic.

Say, mister, would you just hold onto my holster

while I-- oh no.

You're the bandit!

- You're the first bandit I've ever met.

Can I have your autograph?

- All right, Mr. Bishop.

Customers first.

How did you get out there?

[whistle blowing]

- Hold it.

Everyone freeze.

- Here you are, officer.

I caught the criminal.

- OK.

Come along with me.

- Now, wait a minute, officer.

I'm no bandit.

My name's Bickerstaff, and I'm the new secretary at the YMCA.

- A likely story.

- He shoved this note through my window

and stood there with an evil look on his criminal face.

- I did not nothing of the sort.

This little boy gave me that note.

- That's right.

Mr. Wilson wrote it for me.

Are there many bandits at the YMCA?

- Please make out a slip for this lad's deposit and enter same.

George Wilson.

- Why, that's the note I wrote.

Why, there's been no hold up here at all.

- Oh, what a relief.

- Well, there goes Clute.

- Dennis, for the past three days now,

you have been haunting this bank, and I have had it.

Now, here's a five dollar bill.

- For me? - Yes.

Now give me your passbook.

- Oh boy.

- As of now, your account is closed.

- Jeepers. $5.00.

And I only started with 300 pennies!

- Keep your voice down.

Now you go on home. Home!

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Hello!

Mr. Wilson!

- Oh good grief.

Dennis, what is all this?

- I told my friends about my bank account, Mr. Wilson.

And they all wanna start one too.

- Oh, Dennis.

- They want their money to grow just as fast as mine did.

Give good old Mr. Wilson your money, fellas.

- Oh for Pete's sake.

- Look at all the new accounts, Mr. Wilson.

That nice fat man will sure be proud of you.

[theme music]

NARRATOR: This has been a Screen Gems film production

from the Hollywood studios of Columbia Pictures.