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- Oh, of course you can have them delivered here, Eloise.

No, it won't be any trouble at-- we'd better not

discuss it anymore, Eloise.

You-know-who just walked in.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

- Was that Mrs. Wilson?

- Yes.

- Every time I come in and you're talking to her on the phone,

you say, here comes you-know-who,

and then you hang up.

What's going on between you and Mrs. Wilson?

- Dennis.

- Oh, hi, Dad.

I didn't know you were home.

- What did you think was holding up this paper?

- Dennis, I don't want to hurt your feelings,

but if I wanted you to know what Mrs. Wilson and I were

talking about, I'd tell you.

- That's right, Dennis.

You've got to learn not to ask about things

that are none of your business.

- Yes, sir.

But how will I know if they're none of my business

if I don't ask what they are.

[theme music]

- Oh, Eloise, they're darling.

Does Mr. Wilson suspect anything?

- Not a thing.

- Well, he'd be surprised.

Oh, they certainly bring back memories.

Remind me of the first thing I knitted for Dennis.

- You don't think the bows are too much?

- Oh, no, I think it's cute.

- Well, it could fit better.

But a baby bootie pattern was the closest thing I could find.

They don't make a pattern for golf club covers.

Oh, I hope John likes his present.

- Oh, Eloise, it's a wonderful gift.

- Of course, the golf clubs were Dr. Johnson's idea.

He thinks John should take up golf for the exercise.

- You don't think it's a little late for him to learn?

- Dr. Johnson doesn't think so.

- Well, between the golf clubs and the party,

he's certainly going to be surprised.

- Yes, especially since I promised him

I wouldn't even mention his birthday to anyone.

He stopped celebrating them years ago.

Oh, dear.

What's the matter?

I'm afraid I'm going to run out of wool.

I simply have to have enough to finish this

before John's surprise party tonight.

- Oh, I'm sure the knit shop is still open.

Oh, Eloise, I don't see how you've managed it.

I'd never have been able to keep a secret like this from Henry.

Not with Dennis around.

By now the whole neighborhood would know about it.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Mom!

Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

Hi, Mom.

- Hello, dear.

Dennis, I thought you were playing baseball.

The game's over.

My team won, 27 to nothing.

- So soon?

- We only played one inning.

Oh, boy!

Are these what you got Mr. Wilson for his birthday?

- Yes, Dennis, but they're supposed to be a surprise,

so please don't mention it to him.

- I won't.

Gee, now I know what to get him-- a golf ball.

- Well, Dennis, Mr. Wilson doesn't celebrate his birthday.

- Then why are you giving him the surprise party?

- Dennis, how did you know about that?

- Oh, I found the birthday cake Mrs. Wilson

left in our refrigerator.

- Dennis, you're not going to say one word

to Mr. Wilson about either the clubs or the surprise party.

- I won't, Mom.

Hey, what are these?

- Just something Mrs. Wilson's knitting.

- Who for?

- Dennis, you know too much already.

Now stop asking questions

- Dennis, would you like to run an errand for me?

- Well, I was going to go roller-skating.

- It's worth a quarter.

- Hey, I could use that toward buying the golf ball.

What do you want me to do?

- Well, go down to the knit shop and get

it another skein of wool like this.

Tell Mrs. Gallagher to charge it.

- What about the quarter?

You gonna charge that, too?

- Dennis, Mrs. Wilson will pay you the quarter as

soon as you come back with the wool.

Now scoot!

- OK, Mom.

- Baby booties?

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Yeah.

That's why Mrs. Wilson needs the wool.

- Boy, you know what that means.

- No, what?

- Whenever my mom knits baby booties,

I get a new brother or sister.

- Jeepers, you mean Mr. and Mrs. Wilson?

- Sure.

Why else would she be knitting them?

- I guess that's why I'm a only child.

My mother doesn't know how to knit.

- Mine sure does.

- Jeepers, Tommy, this complicates things.

I was going to get Mr. Wilson a golf ball.

But under the circumstances, I ought

to get him something bigger.

- How about a basketball?

- Hey, I know what I ought to give him-- a box of cigars.

But they're pretty expensive.

- Hey, I know where you can make a couple of dollars.

- Oh, boy, where?

- Mr. Fleckner.

He pays $2 for every lead.

- Wow, come on.

Let's go find him.

- Yeah!

- Where do you think you're going?

- With you.

I want to make $2, too.

- Seymour, your mother's calling you.

- She is?

Boy, you sure got good ears.

She's in Philadelphia visiting my grandmother.

- Now let me get this straight, Dennis.

Mr. And Mrs. John Wilson?

- That's right, Mr. Fleckner.

They live right next door to me.

- Well, thanks for the lead, Dennis.

- How about the $2, Mr. Fleckner?

- Oh, yeah.

- Gee, thanks.

- Don't forget.

If you have any more leads, let me know.

BOTH: We sure will, Mr. Fleckner.

- I gotta get going now.

See you later.

- Bye, Tommy.

- Well, I do hope you can make it, Dr. Johnson.

I'm trying to arrange for another doctor

to fill in for me at the hospital.

I'll call you the moment I know.

- Well, I'm counting on you, Doctor.

Bye.

- Will he be able to make it?

- Well, I hope so.

It wouldn't be a surprise party without Dr. Johnson.

- And his famous spaghetti.

Mmm.

- I do wish Dennis would hurry back with that wool.

- I can't imagine what's keeping him.

- Mr. Fleckner pays $2 for leads.

- I'm sorry, Dennis, my company doesn't do anything like that.

- Oh.

- The best I can do is offer you a bottle of milk.

- Chocolate? - Chocolate.

- It's a deal.

Their name is Mr. and Mrs. John Wilson.

They live right next door to me.

Hey, Mr. Wilson!

- Oh, hi, Dennis.

- Congratulations.

- Congratulations?

I didn't think you knew.

- Oh, you can't keep a thing like that a secret.

- Oh, that Eloise.

She promised she wouldn't say anything this year.

- Oh, she didn't tell me.

I didn't realize it till Tommy told me.

[phone ringing]

- Tommy? How did--

- Your phone's ringing, Mr. Wilson.

See you later.

[phone ringing]

- Eloise?

Eloise!

Why doesn't she stay home and answer the phone

instead of running all over town blabbing about my birthday?

Hello?

- Hello, John, this is Doc Johnson.

Let me talk to Eloise.

- Well, she's not a home.

She's-- [doorbell rings]

- Oh, there's somebody at the front door.

It's probably her.

She's always forgetting her key.

Hold on.

- Yes?

- Mr. Wilson?

Is Mrs. Wilson at home?

- No, she's not.

I'm from the Daisy Dairy, the Family Dairy.

You can always depend on our certified milk.

- I'm glad to hear it.

But what would we need certified milk for?

- You don't know?

- Know what?

- Oh, I guess the husband is always the last one to know.

It was the same at my house, until the man

from the didee service came to the door.

- What are you talking about?

- Just give this card to Mrs. Wilson.

And remember our slogan-- "Fresh from the cow to you."

- Hello, Dr. Johnson, are you still there?

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but that wasn't Eloise.

- Could you give her a message for me?

MR. WILSON (ON PHONE): Sure.

- Tell her everything's all arranged at the hospital.

- What's arranged?

What hospital?

- You'll find out in due time.

- Find out what?

Doc? Doc?

[doorbell rings]

- Eloise, why don't you-- oh.

- Mr. Wilson?

Is Mrs. Wilson home?

- No, she's not.

- Well, I'm with the Dandee Didee Service.

You know, "If It Isn't a Dandee, It Isn't a Didee"?

- No, I didn't know.

- Just tell Mrs. Wilson that when she needs us, if she'll please

give us a call.

- Now why would she need a didee service?

- Oh, you don't know.

- Know what?

- I'll bet I've broken the news to 50%

of the husbands in this town.

- What news?

- You'd better ask Mrs. Wilson.

- Certified milk?

Didee service?

Hospital?

Anyone would think Eloise was going to have a-- ridiculous.

Maybe I'd better call Dr. Johnson.

- This is the only blue wool I have, Eloise.

I thought it might match.

- Oh, thanks, but-- oh.

Mrs. Gallagher would have to run out

of the shade I need at a time like this.

- Well, she said she's expecting another shipment

and she'll call you as soon as she gets it.

- Good.

- Dr. Frederick Johnson.

311-555-4579.

3, 1, 1-- Numbers, numbers, numbers.

[phone ringing]

Hello? No.

No, she isn't.

Oh, the knit shop?

Yes, yes. I'll give her a message.

What is it?

You have found a ball of wool for the what

that she's knitting?

The-- baby booties?

Baby booties.

Baby booties?

- Hello, John. Hello?

Dr. Frederick Johnson?

311-555-4579?

Why is Eloise knitting baby booties?

- You'll find out in due time.

- Oh, this is just dandy.

- If it isn't a dandee, it isn't a didee.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, you don't know.

- The husband is always last to know.

- Know what?

- That Daisy Dairy delivers certified milk

fresh from the cow to you.

[cow moos]

[cow moos]

- It's a cow!

- No, it's a boy.

- Daddy!

- Dennis!

Dennis.

Dennis!

- Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson, are you all right?

I looked in the window and I saw you lying on the floor!

What happened?

- I-- I don't know.

I-- I was on the telephone, and-- the woman

from the knit shop!

- About the wool for the booties Mrs. Wilson's knitting?

- What do you know about them?

- Aw, maybe I better not say anything.

It might be part of the surprise.

- I hate surprises!

- Now John, what are you talking about?

- About what you are knitting.

- Dennis.

- Now don't blame Dennis.

The woman from knit shop called.

Eloise, why didn't you tell me?

- I wanted it to be a surprise.

- Believe me, it's the greatest surprise I've ever had.

- Oh, I'm glad you like the idea.

- Like it?

I love it!

- Oh!

It was Dr. Johnson's idea.

He thought it would be a good thing.

- Dr. Johnson's i-- oh.

Oh, by the way, he telephoned and said

everything's been arranged at the hospital.

- Oh, did he say anything else?

- No.

- Good.

Then you don't know about the rest of the surprise.

- No, I-- Eloise, what do you mean, the rest of the surprise?

- You'll find out.

- Oh, Eloise.

- Mr. Wilson, any time you need a babysitter,

I'll give you a special rate.

- Thank you, Dennis.

Thank you.

Look.

Baby booties.

Aren't they cute?

Look at those adorable bows.

- Wait till you see the other pair.

- What other pair?

- Mrs. Wilson's knitting two pair.

That's why she needed more wool.

- Two pairs of baby booties?

Rest of the surprise.

Twins! [thud]

- Mr. Wilson!

- Twins.

Twins, oh, no.

No.

No!

I-- Doc, what are you doing here?

- Eloise called me.

We had to carry you upstairs.

You let her carry me?

- Well, I couldn't do it myself.

I told you to go on a diet.

Roll over.

- You're-- what are you going to do with that knitting needle?

Er, hypodermic needle?

- Roll over.

- Oh.

Doc?

Doc, when is it going to happen?

- Right now.

- No, I don't mean that.

I mean-- [yells]

- That didn't hurt, did it?

- Doc, I-- I want to talk to you.

- Not now.

- But Doc.

- No talking.

- Doc!

- Later.

Right now I want you to get some sleep.

- Oh, that miserable-- ooh! Oh!

- Oh, I'm glad he's all right, Eloise.

Oh, by the way, I thought your idea was so cute

that I decided to knit some covers for Henry's golf clubs,

too.

Mm-hm. Bye.

- Hey, Mom?

ALICE MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): In here, dear.

- Say, Mom, I--

- What do you want, Dennis?

- Nothing, Mom.

See you later!

[door slams]

- There you are, Dennis.

You made quite a haul today-- $4.

- Yeah, business is booming.

- What do you hope it'll be?

A brother or sister?

- It doesn't make any difference to me. $2 is $2.

Now I can get Mr. Wilson a good birthday present!

Bye, Mr. Fleckner.

- Bye.

[doorbell rings]

ALICE MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): Henry,

could you please see who that is?

- OK, honey.

- Hi, Mr. Mitchell.

- Uh, hi.

- You don't remember me?

- Well, I'm sorry, I-- oh, Dandee Didee Service.

- That's right, Mr. Fleckner.

- [laughs] I don't know how I could forget you.

Why, until you came by to sell us your service,

I didn't even know I was going to become a father.

- Happens all the time.

- Well, it's good to see you.

What can I do for you?

- Oh, it's not what you can do for me.

It's what I can do for you-- give you

the best service in town.

- Well, fine, but what do I need your service for?

- You don't know?

- Know what? - Oh!

I've done it again.

Here's my car.

Tell Mrs. Mitchell to call when she needs us.

- Done it again?

Dandee Didee Service!

Oh!

[thud]

- What is it, Doctor?

- Looks like the same thing John Wilson has.

Must be some kind of a virus going around.

- It isn't a virus.

- Take it easy, Henry.

You'll be all right.

Oh, gosh, I've got to pick up that spaghetti

before the market closes.

See you at the party later, Alice.

- All right, Doctor, thank you for coming.

- Alice--

- Henry, you heard what the doctor said.

- Alice, why didn't you tell me?

- Tell you what?

- A fine thing, just like the last time.

I had to find it out from the didee service man.

- Find out what?

- That I'm about to become a father.

- Oh dear, I'd better get the doctor.

Henry, where on Earth did you get an idea like that?

- Well, I told you, the didee service man.

- Well, then where did he get an idea like that?

- Hi, Mom.

Hi, Dad.

Boy, look what I got Mr. Wilson-- a box

of cigars for his birthday.

Boy, they sure cost a lot.

$4.

- $4?

- Yeah.

Now I'll have to start saving to get you a box.

- Dennis, where did you get $4?

- From Mr. Fleckner, the didee service man.

He pays you for leads.

- Then you gave him our name.

- Yes, sir.

- Why?

- Well, you were knitting a bootie,

an Tommy told me that his mother always

knits a bootie just before they have a new baby.

- Oh, no.

- So I told Mr. Fleckner, and he paid me $2 for the lead.

- But where did you get the other $2?

- I gave him another lead.

- Who?

- Mrs. Wilson.

- Oh, no!

- Oh!

What gave Dennis the idea that Eloise was having a baby?

- It was all in his imagination.

Eloise was knitting booties, but they weren't really

baby booties.

They just looked like baby booties.

- But what were they?

- Baby booties.

- Yeah, and whenever Tommy's mother knits baby booties--

- Dennis. - Let me show you.

Now see?

Baby bootie.

One of John Wilson's new golf clubs.

Put baby bootie on golf club.

Presto, we have a golf club cover.

- Say, that's a clever idea.

- I thought so too.

That's why I decided to start knitting a set for your clubs.

- Gee, now I'll have to return the cigars

and give Mr. Fleckner his money back.

- I'm afraid you will, Dennis.

- You see, Dennis, that's what comes

from jumping to conclusions.

I hope you've learned something from this.

- I sure have.

You just can't depend on grown-ups.

- Oh!

[laughter]

- Oh no!

- That's exactly what I said.

- Oh, poor John.

No wonder he fainted.

- Well, a lot of men react that way.

- You didn't?

- I had a virus.

You heard what the doctor said.

- Oh, poor John.

Oh, I hate to think of breaking the news to him when

he wakes up.

- He's still sleeping?

- Like a baby.

I'd better not use that word.

[laughter] - Hi.

MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): Oh, good, you made it.

- Got the pasta, folks.

How you feeling, Henry?

- Fine, thanks.

- John's still asleep, Doctor?

- We'll wake him up after everybody comes.

It's going to be a real surprise.

- In more ways than one.

- Now come on, let's get the spaghetti started!

- Well, what do you need? - Well, first, a big pot.

- Right.

HENRY MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): Can I do anything to help you, Doc?

DR. JOHNSON (OFFSCREEN): Yes, help

me move this table under the light

so I can see what I'm doing.

This is a very delicate operation.

MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): How's this, Doctor?

- No, no.

Oh, I should have brought along my nurse.

She always knows exactly what to do.

Alice, make sure you get a big pot, the biggest

one you can find.

We need a lot of boiling water.

Hurry!

- Just put in the candles.

Don't sample.

- Where are the canned tomatoes?

- Oh, right over here.

- Hi, everybody.

- Hello, dear.

- Where's Mr. Wilson?

- He's asleep.

- I wanted to give him his birthday present.

- I thought you returned those cigars, son.

- I did, and I gave Mr. Fleckner his money back.

And he gave me this to give Mr. Wilson for his birthday

'cause they just had eight of them.

- Eight of what?

- Of these.

- [gasp] Oh, isn't it adorable?

And so tiny!

- Oh, let me hold it.

- Is it a boy or a girl?

DR. JOHNSON (OFFSCREEN): It's a boy.

MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): Look at those soulful eyes.

They remind me of John.

DR. JOHNSON (OFFSCREEN): He looks

like a healthy little character.

HENRY MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): He's sure

going to look funny when he starts walking around

the neighborhood with those big floppy ears

dragging on the ground.

[thud]

- Hi, Mr. Wilson!

How was the party?

Were you surprised?

- I certainly was when I woke up this morning

and found that Dr. Johnson had given me a shot

and I slept through the whole thing.

On my stomach.

- Didn't you even get any birthday cake?

- No, no, I didn't.

But I see you did.

- Yeah, Mrs. Wilson just gave me a piece.

- Dennis, I want to thank you for that wonderful birthday

present.

Gee, he sure is cute.

- Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't give you the present

that I wanted to, but I had to give

Mr. Fleckner the money back.

- I understand.

And I'm sorry I couldn't cooperate.

- Me too.

The man said they were real good cigars.

- I don't doubt it.

And I would've been proud to give them out.

- You could have given them in honor of your new puppy.

- Well, a puppy isn't quite the same thing, Dennis.

- Well, don't feel bad, Mr. Wilson.

It isn't as if you don't have any children.

I live right next door.

- That's right.

So you do.

And if I had a son, I want him to be just like you, Dennis.

Dennis!

If you ever come in this yard again-- Chocolate.

[laughter]

[theme music]

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