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[doorbell]

- Hello, Dennis.

And Alice.

Do come in.

- Oh, this isn't really a visit, Mrs. Wilson.

I tried that fudge recipe of yours,

and I thought you might like some.

- Well, thank you.

George is so fond of fudge.

- May I have a piece?

- You had some at home, dear.

- Yeah, but I haven't had any over here.

- Dennis. - Help yourself, dear.

- Boy, thanks, Mrs. Wilson.

- Oh, hello, Alice.

Dennis.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson!

- My goodness!

Fudge!

It's not up to your usual standard, Martha.

- George!

- Jeepers, Mr. Wilson.

My mother made that.

- What? Oh!

It was delicious.

I hadn't really tasted it.

[theme music]

- Dad!

Hey, Dad!

I'm gonna get a dime!

- How come?

- Because I've got a tooth that's gonna fall out any minute.

- Oh, dear. Where?

- In my mouth.

Right here.

- By golly, it is loose.

- I told ya.

Dad, don't you think I'm old enough for the fairy to give me

$0.20 for every tooth I put under my pillow,

instead of only a dime?

- On the other hand, son, maybe you're

so old that the fairy could dispense with the usual dime.

- Jeepers, the tooth fairy wouldn't do that

to a young little kid like me, would she?

- I suppose the fairy will continue

to give you a dime for a tooth.

- Henry, I think this time he should go to the dentist

and get that tooth pulled.

- To the dentist?

- Come on, Alice.

Why not let it fall out like always?

- Yeah, like always.

- Remember the last tooth?

It fell out while he was eating, and it nearly choked him!

- Jeepers, Mom.

That was a couple of months ago.

I was littler then.

- Besides, I dear Dr. Walters is out of town for a week.

- See?

- Well, all right.

But you be careful.

Don't wiggle that tooth back and forth,

or you'll injure your gums.

- OK.

- Where are you off to, son?

- Mr. Wilson's such a good friend of mine,

I'm gonna let him be one of the first to see my loose tooth.

- Bills, bills, bills.

Martha, I ask you, how could we possibly use $16.50 worth

of electricity in one month?

- Well, maybe that little light in the refrigerator

doesn't go off.

- Martha, really.

Well, I suppose there are worse things than the bills.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Hi, Mr. Wilson!

- And there's one of them right now.

Oh, Dennis, what do you want? - Nothing.

I came to show you my loose tooth.

See?

- Dennis, I haven't the slightest interest

of looking into that steam whistle

opening of yours and a loose tooth.

- George.

Where is it, dear? - Right here.

See?

- Well, my goodness.

- See, Mr. Wilson?

- Oh, Dennis, if your mouth opened any wider,

I could see your toenails.

- Oh, George.

- Are those peanuts you're eating, Mr. Wilson?

- They are.

- Salted peanuts?

- Correct again.

- You sure are gonna get a stomach ache

if you eat all those peanuts yourself, Mr. Wilson.

- All right, Dennis.

Here. Take a handful.

- One of my handfulls, or your handfulls?

- Oh, open up your pocket.

- Wow.

- There.

Now, is that enough?

- Boy, thanks, Mr. Wilson.

One pocket full is plenty.

- All right, Dennis.

Now be quiet and let me work.

- Mr. Wilson?

When was the last time you lost a tooth?

- Oh, when I was about six months old.

Now, don't bother me.

- I'm afraid Mr. Wilson's going to lose all his teeth if he

doesn't go see a dentist.

- Now, Martha, I keep telling you,

my trouble is only a little-- oh!

- What's the matter, Mr. Wilson?

- It-- It's nothing, Dennis.

Nothing at all.

I have a slightly sensitive nerve that bothers me

when I bite down the wrong way.

- If you ask me, that sensitive nerve has a very large cavity.

- Martha, I assure you, it's nothing.

Besides, you know Dr. Walters is out of town.

Now, I've got to get back to these bills.

- Hey, Dennis!

Dennis!

- There's Albert!

Wait 'til he sees my loose tooth.

I've gotta go now, Mr. Wilson, but I'll be back.

- Well, you take your time, Dennis.

Take five or six years.

- Sensitive nerve, indeed.

- You see it?

OK, Albert, now it's your turn.

You see it?

- Yep.

You're gonna get it out, OK.

- I wish I had a loose tooth.

I'm plum broke.

- Dennis!

Wait 'til you see what I got.

- Oh, yeah?

Wait 'til you see what I got, Tommy.

- Dennis got a tooth that's gonna fall out.

- So what?

Look at this.

- Wowie!

- Jeepers, Tommy, what a swell mitt.

- Get it for your birthday?

- Nope.

- Then why did your folks buy the mitt for you?

- They didn't There's this new dentist in town, Dr. Cadwell,

who's got a big box full of swell gifts he gives to kids.

- You mean every time you go?

- Nah, just the first time.

And if you're good.

- Just for being good?

All I get at home is $0.05.

- You should see the swell basketball he's got there.

- A basketball?

- Boy, we could sure use one of those.

You know what?

I think I'll go see him about pulling my loose tooth.

- That's a swell idea, Dennis.

- Hey, could I get a tooth pulled, too?

- Listen, Dennis.

Your folks will never let you go to the dentist

just on account of a loose tooth.

- Oh, no?

You kids just wait right here.

Dad! Hey, Dad!

- Just what made you change your mind

about wanting to go to the dentist?

- Jeepers, Dad. you heard Mom, didn't you?

A little kid like me could choke on a big tooth like this.

- A little kid could, could he?

Seems to me there's more to this than meets the eye.

- Well, I think it's a fine idea.

A child his age should get into the habit

of going to the dentist.

- Sure.

You wouldn't want me to have a sensitive nerve

like Mr. Wilson, would you?

- OK, you win.

But who's he going to go to with Dr. Walters out of town?

- Oh, Tommy just went to a swell new dentist.

Dr. Cadwell.

Little kids don't even cry when they go to him.

- I've heard of Dr. Cadwell, Henry.

He's supposed to be very good.

- You're the boss.

- I'll call and make an appointment right away.

- Oh, tell him the sooner the better, Mom.

- Dennis.

Uh, just why are you so happy about going to the dentist?

- Happy? - Yes, happy.

- Gee, Dad, I must be kind of dumb, huh?

- You mean you're seeing him this very afternoon?

- Just over a loose tooth?

- Well, I told you, Tommy.

Now all we got to do is hope that some kid doesn't beat me

to that swell basketball.

- Whatcha eatin'?

- Salted peanuts.

You guys want some? - Sure.

Give me some, Dennis.

- OK.

- Sure are good, aren't they?

You know, Mr. Wilson gave them to me when-- uh-oh.

- What's the matter, Dennis?

- My dumb old tooth came out. - Yep.

It's a real tooth, all right.

- Now you won't have any reason to go to the dentist.

- What are you gonna do now, Dennis?

- I don't know, Alvin.

If only there was some way of putting this old tooth back

in my head until-- glue!

- Glue?

- Sure!

I've fixed everything with glue.

Come on, guys.

- Where do you keep the glue, Dennis?

- It depends on what I broke last.

I think it's in the kitchen.

Come on! - OK, I like the kitchen!

- Here it is.

Hey, this one takes two hours to dry.

- That's no good, Dennis.

If you keep your mouth open that long,

your folks might get suspicious.

- You could tell 'em you're yawning.

- Hey, Dennis, here's one that glues paper, glass, china,

and it's quick drying. - That's the one, Alvin!

- Come on, Dennis.

Now, open your mouth and give me the tooth.

- Oh, my.

It sure is dark down there.

- Now we'll put a little glue-- mm,

maybe I'd better put it on the tooth

and let it dry for a couple of seconds.

Then I'll stick it into your mouth.

- The question is, will it hold?

- 'Course it'll hold.

If it doesn't, we-- oh, hi, Mr. Mitchell.

- OK, Dennis, you can close your mouth now and tell me

why you're so anxious to go to the dentist.

- If I close my mouth, I can't talk.

- In one minute, you won't be able to sit, either.

- Yes, sir.

Well, if you go see this Dr. Cadwell,

he might give you things.

- Like this swell baseball glove.

- Or a swell basketball.

- I'd ask him for a baby sister. - I see.

Well, fellas, I'm afraid you're just

going to have to find somebody else with a loose tooth.

- Somebody else?

Gee, Dad, that's a swell idea!

Come on, gang!

You kids wait right here.

- Hey, Mr. Wilson!

- Dennis, if you came after my apple, you're too late.

- Guess what?

I've got an appointment this afternoon

with Dr. Cadwell, a swell new dentist.

- That's just fine.

You give him my regards.

- You see, George?

Dennis is going to the dentist.

- My mom says there's nothing more

important than keeping your teeth.

- And she's perfectly right, dear.

- Well, my mother never saw a dentist 'til she was 65,

and she kept her teeth 'til she was 90.

- Yes, she did.

Right on top of the dresser while she slept.

- Boy, that sounds like an awful place to sleep.

- Dennis, we wouldn't want to make you late

for your dental appointment.

- Oh, that's OK, Mr. Wilson.

I don't have to go, anyway.

- You don't have to go?

But I thought you said--

- My tooth fell out all by itself.

See?

So I thought maybe you'd like to go in my place.

- Oh, you did, did you?

- But that's a wonderful idea.

I've heard Dr. Cadwell's a fine dentist.

- Now, Martha, my tooth is perfectly all--

- Boy, Mr. Wilson, that sure is a mean old sensitive nerve

you've got.

- Oh, all right, all right.

I'll go see doc Walters as soon as he returns to town.

- Now, this has gone far enough.

I'm going to call Alice and tell her

that you'll taken Dennis' appointment.

- Dennis' appointment?

Oh, great Scott.

- He's going!

[cheering]

- Here he is, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh.

Well, thank you for accompanying me, Dennis.

I believe I can find my way to the dentist's chair from here.

- I couldn't let you wait all by yourself, Mr. Wilson.

- Dennis, I assure you--

- May I help you?

- This is Mr. Wilson.

He's got to see a dentist.

- Dennis--

- Wilson, Wilson.

- At 2:00.

- Strange.

I don't find your name, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, you don't?

Well, that's all right, miss. I'll call back some other--

- Wait, Mr. Wilson.

Is Mrs. Wilson going to be sore at you.

- Dennis, you heard the young lady.

If I have no appointment--

- But mom talked to the dentist himself about you.

- Oh, well that explains it.

Dr. Cadwell simply forgot to enter it in the book.

- You see?

- Ah, wait over there, please.

- Boy, you sure are lucky, Mr. Wilson.

You know, you almost didn't get to see him.

- Yes, I'm the luck, luck, lucky one.

- Don't be nervous, Mr. Wilson.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

- I am not nervous, Dennis.

And stop patting my hand.

- But if you're not nervous, why you looking at that magazine

upside down?

- Oh.

Well, it's easier on the eyes that way.

Just leave me alone.

[thudding]

- Great Scott!

- Come back, Mr. Wilson!

It's only a man fixing the street.

- Oh, yes, so it is.

- Next, please.

- Ah, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, no, no.

It's that little girl over there.

- Right this way, Mr. Wilson.

- Ah, I just remembered I left something on the stove.

I'll be right back.

- Come now, Mr. Wilson.

- Now, doctor, if you're busy, I just--

- Mr. Wilson, please.

Now just sit right down.

It's not an electric chair, you know.

- Oh, Mr. Wilson.

Remember, big people don't cry.

- Little boy, please wait outside.

- OK, Mr. Dentist.

But if his eyes start to water, it's

just because he's thinking of something sad.

- Oh, Dennis.

- Cunningham College?

I never heard of the place.

- I assure you, Mr. Wilson, it's a fully accredited school.

(SINGING) Cunningham, oh, Cunningham,

we'll be true to you.

- Accredited for what?

- Basket weaving.

Now open your mouth, please. Uh-huh.

Well, I hope this drill isn't getting dull again.

- Dull again?

Doctor, how many years have you been in this profession?

- How long?

Hm, let's see.

In 1956, I first got my start drilling for offshore oil.

- Offshore oil?

- Now Mr. Wilson, I assure you I haven't lost a patient yet,

but it does make my hand a little bit

steadier if the patient shows a little faith in me.

- Well, it's right over there.

- Who is doing this, Mr. Wilson?

You or me?

- May I ask you something?

- You most certainly may.

- Do you mind if I look over the free gifts for Mr. Wilson

while he's in there?

- Free gifts?

- The ones Mr. Wilson can pic from if he's a good patient.

- Does this hurt?

- Uh-uh.

- Does this hurt?

- Uh-uh.

- How about this?

Oh!

You bit me!

- Well, it was your own fault.

You hurt me.

- Halt everything!

Stop the drill!

This isn't our dentist!

- What?

- What did you say, little boy?

- The lady outside says our appointment

is with the other Dr. Cadwell.

This is the wrong dentist, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh.

You can say that again, Dennis.

- The other Dr. Cadwell is across the street.

Poor, unsuspecting soul.

- Joan?

- Oh, thank you, Dr. Cadwell. Thank you.

- Yep.

This is the place, all right.

- Well, at least the child came out looking happy.

- Yeah.

And if a little girl like that didn't cry,

Mr. Wilson, maybe you won't, either.

- You know, Dennis, I just can't understand

this strange preoccupation of yours.

DR. CADWELL (OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson?

- Oh, yes, doctor?

- Right this way.

- Yes, I'll be-- great Scott!

- It's him again, Mr. Wilson.

- Me again?

Of, of course.

You just saw my brother, Cecil.

- Your brother?

- Yes.

We are identical twins.

- Are you sure you just don't have two offices and run fast?

- Oh, Dennis.

- Now, right this way, please, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh.

I see you went to the same school as your brother.

- Do you mind?

- Oh, no, no, I just hope you're a little less

painful than he is.

- Well, in that case, perhaps we'd

better give you a little gas.

Then you won't feel a thing.

- Oh, fine, fine.

An excellent idea.

- Do you mind taking off your glasses, please?

- Oh. No, of course not.

- Now, this will cost you $5 extra, of course.

- $5?

Haven't you something a little less expensive that'll do

the same job?

- I could try hitting you on the head, of course.

- Very amusing.

- Well, in that case, perhaps we'd

just better give you a painkiller.

That won't cost you anything.

- Oh, good.

Good.

- Now open wide, please.

- Yah!

On second thought, let's forget about the painkiller.

You just try to be careful. - Very well.

Oh.

Oh, we do seem to have something here.

- Ow!

- Oh, for heaven's sakes, I haven't even touched you yet.

- Mr. Dentist, can I ask you something?

- Yes, little boy?

- The toys aren't all gone, are they?

- The-- oh, no, the toys?

They're out there, locked in my closet.

- Do you still have that swell basketball?

- I have.

- Oh, boy.

- However, it's not for you this time.

- Do you mean Mr. Wilson bit you, too?

- I mean that they're just for child patients.

- But I brought Mr. Wilson in to you.

He didn't even want to come.

- Little boy, would you please wait outside?

- Just a minute.

What's this all about, Dennis?

- He gives swell things to people.

And I brought you to him, and now he

won't give me that basketball.

- Little boy, out.

- Well, if you ask me, doctor--

- I didn't.

And will you please stop trying to talk

with your mouth full of my hands?

- Ow!

- You bit me!

You did it on purpose!

- I did not!

However, I can't say I'm sorry, you torturer, you!

Come on, Dennis.

We're going home.

- Boy, you sure fixed that nerve in a hurry,

didn't you, Mr. Wilson?

- He didn't fix it.

I'm not going to let him fix it.

Come on.

- Mrs. Wilson sure is gonna be sore at you about not

getting that bad nerve fixed.

- Dennis, do you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to buy you that basketball myself.

- You are?

Are you feeling all right, Mr. Wilson?

- Of course.

Why, it's the least I could do for a good friend such as you.

- You're about the best friend I've ever had, too.

- Dennis, let's not say anything to Mrs. Wilson

about what happened.

You know how easily women get upset over nothing.

- Boy, do they ever.

Like Mom running downstairs screaming,

just because she found that little pet alligator of mine

swimming around in the bath tub.

- Dennis, that's a perfect example.

Come on.

- Oh, George, aren't you glad it's all over?

And I won't have to nag you about going to the dentist

anymore.

- I certainly am, Martha.

- Did he say anything about coming back?

- Uh, no, no.

As a matter of fact, I don't think

he expects to see me for a long, long time.

- Isn't that wonderful?

- But he wanted to buy it for me, Dad.

- Dennis, the way you schemed to get this ball,

you don't deserve it.

Now, I'm going to pay for it, but it's

coming out of your allowance.

A little each week.

Mr. Wilson?

- Oh, come in, Mitchell.

come in.

- Mr. Wilson, I want to pay you for this basketball.

- Oh, no no, Mitchell, I wouldn't think of it.

After all, it was a gift.

- See, Dad?

- I insist.

- Oh, no, put your money away.

I refuse.

I absolutely refuse.

- Well, I--

- However, if you insist, it came to $4.29 with the tax.

- Now, George, if you bought the basketball as a gift

for Dennis.

- Well, you see, dear, it wasn't exactly a gift.

- You see, he really bought it for me

because that mean old dentist wouldn't give us a basketball.

- I don't understand.

- Here you are, Mr. Wilson. $4.29.

Well, I've got to get along home.

- Thank you, Mitchell.

Good bye, Dennis.

- OK.

- Explain something to me, dear.

Since when do you get basketballs

at a dentist's office?

- Now, Martha, it, it's nothing you'd be interested in.

Good bye, Dennis.

- I wouldn't ask anymore questions

if I were you, Mrs. Wilson.

- Dennis, run along, now.

Your father's waiting.

- You wouldn't, dear?

Why?

- Because Mr. Wilson doesn't want to get you all worried.

- Oh, Dennis.

- George Wilson, did something happen at the dentist's office

that you haven't told me?

- Boy, she sure wormed out of us in a hurry, didn't she?

- Now, Martha, it's nothing to get excited about.

You see, there were these two dentists.

They were identical twins, and they were both terrible.

And-- well I have every intention

of going to Dr. Walters the very moment he returns to town.

- Well then you'll be delighted to know that the afternoon

paper says he got back this morning.

- Oh, joy.

- Don't be scared, Mr. Wilson, because I'll

be right beside you.

- Why thank you, Dennis.

That's awfully thoughtful of you.

- That's OK.

I want to go along just in case Dr. Walters starts

to give presents away, too.

- Good grief.

[theme music]

ANNOUNCER (OFFSCREEN): This has been a Screen Gems film

production from the Hollywood studios of Columbia Pictures.