All language subtitles for Dennis.the.Menace.1959.S04E31.The.Lost.Dog.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Dooky_track1_[eng]

I'm sorry, Dennis.

Lost dog or no lost
dog, Tiny's not for us.

- Dear, we just don't have
room for a dog that big.

- Well, we just can't throw poor
old Tiny out on the street.

- Like a dog.

- I'd take him, Mr.
Mitchell, but my pop

hates relatives and dogs.

- Well, I guess we'd
better get this overgrown

friend of yours down
to the animal shelter

and let them find
his real owner.

- It's too late.

The dog pound
closes at 5 o'clock.

- I believe he's right, dear.

- Well then I guess Tiny'll just
have to sleep in the basement

tonight.

- Oh, boy!

Did you hear that Tiny?

Did you hear that, guys?

- Yeah!

Tiny's gonna sleep downstairs.

- Hold it, hold it.

First thing in
the morning, we're

taking tiny to the
animal shelter.

I mean it.

Do I make myself clear?

- Sure, Dad.

Come on Tiny.

Come on fellas.

[bark]

- At least our son's improving
in his choice of new friends.

Last time he
brought home a goat.

[music]

- Oh no.

Help!

Ah!

Stop it.
- Tiny!

Tiny!

Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Tiny won't bite you.

He's just being friendly.

- Get this beast off me.

- OK.
Come on, Tiny.

- What's all the commotion about?

- Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

We were just introducing
Mr. Wilson to a new dog.

- Well, hello there.

My, what a nice dog.

- See, Mr. Wilson?

Tiny just wants to be friendly.

- Maybe he does, but I don't.

- You're a mean man.

- Now don't mind Mr.
Wilson, children.

He's just a little
afraid of dogs.

- Don't you like
dogs, Mr. Wilson?

- Only when they're
smaller than I am.

Now children, if
you don't mind now.

- Mr. Wilson?
- Mm-hmm?

- Poor Tiny there's a
dog without an owner.

- What did he do?

Swallow his last one?

- If we don't find him a
home by tomorrow morning,

he'll have to go
to the dog pound.

- He'd made a swell
watch dog, Mr. Wilson.

And he could do
other things too,

like bring you your slippers.

- And get your morning paper.

- And bite you when your mean.

- Um, boys, I'm perfectly
capable of getting

my own slippers and
my own newspapers.

- In your mouth?

- Wagging your tail
at the same time?

- All right, all right.

Goodbye.

All four of you.

Out.

- OK.

Come on, Tiny.

Tiny!

- He's got my South
American stamp!

- Tiny, give it back!

- Quick, somebody.

Grab that mutt's tongue
before he swallows my stamp.

- Tiny, give it to me.

There you are, Mr. Wilson.

All licked and ready to
be pasted in your album.

- Now-- now take that
mangy beast and depart.

- If you change your mind about
keeping Tiny, Mr. Wilson--

- I'll call a psychiatrist
and have my head examined.

Goodbye.

- Come on, Tiny.

[barking]

- Henry, the dog's barking again.

- Alice, I'm well aware that
the dog is barking again.

- Don't you think you
ought to bring him

upstairs out of the basement?
- Why?

You think he'd be
happier barking up here?

[barking]
- Eloise.

Eloise!

Did you hear that?

- John Wilson, did you wake me
up just to listen to a dog bark?

- Well, I can't sleep.

- Oh, fine.

John.

As your wife, I will darn
your socks, cook your meals,

caught your colds, but I
will not stay awake with you

in the middle of the night
listening to a dog bark

just because you can't sleep.

- I'm going to do something
about that dog right now.

- Well, what are you
planning to do, dear?

Go next door and offer
yourself as a human sacrifice?

[phone rings and dog barks]

- Hello?

Oh, hello John.

Yes, I also can
hear a dog barking.

My dog?

Well, he's in my
basement, but I'd

hardly classify his as my dog.

He's merely an overnight guest.

Well, exactly what you
suggest I do with him, John?

- Oh, I don't know.

Why don't you go
downstairs and tell him

some shaggy dog stories?

- You lie down here.

- What are you doing, dear?

- You wanted him upstairs,
so he's upstairs.

And you stay there and be quiet.

Now to get some sleep.

[bark]

- He's not accustom to
sleeping alone, dear.

- Well, I am.

[bark]

- Well honey, you
can't blame the dog

for wanting to sleep
on his master's bed.

- I'm glad you find
this amusing, Alice.

- I'm sorry dear,
but it is funny.

[bark]

- Do you mind?

- Where are you going, dear?

- I'm going down to the
sofa and get some sleep.

- I hope you're comfortable.

Good night, Tiny.

[barking]

- Give me that paper, you thief.

[growling]

- Eat your breakfast, dear.

[barking]

- Oh my goodness!

[growling]

- Eloise!

All-- all right.

You can keep the paper.

Just give me the sports section?

[barking] Eloise!
Eloise!

- Eloise, just look
at this paper.

- Oh, he'll improve, dear.

After all, it's
the first morning

the dog's delivered the paper.

- Oh, very funny.

Henry hadn't promised to get rid
of that bloodthirsty creature

this morning, I'd-- Eloise,
in the personal column.

Lost, large, shaggy dog,
answers to the name of Clyde.

$100 reward for
information and recovery.

Eloise, Tiny must
be this dog Clyde.

And that's my little
surprise folks.

I just decided that
I really need a dog.

- Oh boy!

Did you hear that, Tiny?

Mr. Wilson's wants
you after all!

- I don't get it, John.

Just a few minutes ago, you--

- I know, Henry.

I must confess
that I haven't been

too friendly to the dog, but--

- You mean Tiny would never
have to go to the dog pound?

- Dennis, I give you my word.

That dog will never be
taken to the pound by me.

- Well John, supposing his
real owner's looking for him.

- Oh, well, then I'd advertise
in the newspapers of course,

just in case.

- OK, he's all yours.
Ride him in good health.

- Yes, Mrs. Morton,
we'll be expected you.

Goodbye.

Eloise, she just lives
three blocks from here.

She's jumping in her car
and coming right over.

- John Wilson, do
you mean to tell me

you took that dog without
telling the Mitchells

about the advertisement
or the reward?

- Now Eloise, if ever an
individual deserved the reward,

I do.

I've been growled at, barked at,
my night sleep has been ruined,

I've had my morning
paper shredded,

and last but not least,
that fuzzy creature

drove me up a tree
in my own front yard.

- John Wilson, you're
just after that $100.

Now why don't you admit it?

John!

Isn't that your shoe
he's chewing on?

- Clyde?

Stop that.

- Well, aren't you going
to stop him, dear?

- Of course, I'm
going to stop him.

Clyde, stop that.

[bark]

- Well, it's, uh,
an old shoe anyway.

- Yes, it is aging
rather rapidly.

[door bell]

- There she is.

Oh, Mrs. Morton.

Come in, come in.

- Well, Mr. Wilson,
where is my Clyde?

- Right there.

Go right in.

- How do you do?

- How do?

- Looks who's here
to see you, Clyde.

- That's not Clyde.

- It must be Clyde.

Well, I mean, he's
big and shaggy.

It's got to be Clyde.

- Don't tell me, Mr. Wilson.

I know my Clyde.

That dog is an imposter!

- But Mrs. Morton.

- The idea of trying to pass
off that unkept creature

as my Clyde.

[bark]

- My, isn't this peaceful?

- I just keep thinking
about that poor animal.

Dragging him over to the
other side of the town

and leaving him there
to wander around.

Lost.

- Eloise, what
difference does it make

whether he's lost
on this side of town

or the other side of town?

- John Wilson!

Little Seymour is right.

You are a mean man.

[scratching]

- John!

There's an old friend
of yours at the door.

Wants to see you.

- An old friend?

Oh, fine.

Send him in.

Oh, for the love of-- Eloise!

- Mr. Wilson!

Hey Mr. Wilson!

- I wonder what Frank
Buck wants now.

What is it now, Dennis?

- Watch what we taught Tiny
to do for you, Mr. Wilson.

Go get it, Tiny!

[bark]

- Really something,
huh Mr. Wilson?

I learned it first.

- Give it to Mr. Wilson, Tiny.

- Here, Tiny.

Oh, for the--

- There he is Sergeant Mooney.

There's that horrible dog.

- John, can I see you a minute?

Hi, kids.

- Hi, Sergeant Mooney.

- Sergeant Mooney.

- Mrs. Elkins and I want
to talk to you, John.

- Well, if it isn't
beauty and the beast.

- I warn you, John Wilson,
flattery will get you nowhere.

- Oh, when I said beauty, I was
referring to the Sergeant here.

- Is that your dog, John?

- It sure is, Sergeant Mooney.

Isn't he swell?

- Ah, Mrs. Elkins claimed that
animal chased her cat up a tree

and almost gave
her a heart attack.

- Jeepers, are you
sure, Mrs. Elkins?

Tiny likes cats.

- Especially for lunch.

- And that's not all.

When I went to poor
Tinkerbell's aid,

that creature almost
chased me up my own tree.

- Well, that must've
been quite a sight.

- Tiny wouldn't have
hurt you, Mrs. Elkins.

- Oh no?

What did he go
after me for, then?

- Maybe he thought
you were an old bone?

- Sergeant, there are laws
to protect the innocent.

I expect you to do your duty.

- Just a minute.

At what time did
all this happen?

- At 7:30 this morning.

- Well, I did not become the
proud owner of this mutt

until 9 o'clock.

- That's right, Sergeant Mooney.

- See, Mooney?

- There's something mighty fishy
going on around here, Sergeant.

- Well, as an old cat, you
ought to know, Mrs. Elkins.

- Oh!

- Thought she had me
that time, eh Mooney?

What's this for?

- Not having a license for that
pooch for yours, happy boy.

- What?

Now just a darn minute, Mooney.

- Why should Tiny need a
licence, Sergeant Mooney?

- He doesn't even drive.

- Now this is completely unfair.

The least you could do
is give me time to--

- I forgot.

This goes with the ticket.

- What's the hankerchief for?

- We have a new service, John.

Weep now, pay later.

- Welp, that's life.

- Boy that miserable--
This is all your fault,

you flop-earred,
flea-bitten, nuisance.

- Look, Mr. Wilson.

Tiny wants to shake
hands with you.

- That means he's
beginning to like you.

- Well, the feeling is
definitely not mutual.

[growling]

- Let that be a
lesson to you guys.

When a big dogs want to
shake hands with you,

you'd better shake.

- John.

John, I can't sleep
thinking about the way you

left that poor dog
out in the country

this afternoon to
fend for himself.

- I did not leave him out
in the country, Eloise.

I left him in the next town.

- Well, it's the same thing.

- Eloise, I consider
the matter closed.

[barking]

- What did you say, dear?

- I don't believe it.

[whimpering]

- It's him.

[barking]

- Shh.

Maybe if we don't
pay any attention,

he'll think we've moved.

[phone rings]

- Whoever it is, I hear him.

- Mr. Wilson, you have to do
something about that animal.

That barking is
making my Tinkerbell

so nervous her hair
is falling out.

- Well, don't let
her leave the house.

There's nothing so
distracting as having

a bald cat running around lose.

[phone rings]

- Hello?

- Hello John.

- Oh, hello Henry.

To what do we owe the
pleasure of this call?

- Uh, your dog is barking.

I know John.

He is a watchdog,
but may I suggest

that he do more watching
and less barking?

Oh, think nothing of it John.

That's what good
friends are for,

to make constructive
suggestions.

Good night, John.

Alice.

- Yes, dear?

- Next time I hope Dennis
brings home another goat.

[barking]

- Here, Tiny.

You, uh, wipe your feet.

Come on in.

- Don't look at me
with those sad eyes.

[whimpering]

- Stay down here and be quiet.

Now maybe I can get some sleep.

- Why John, Tiny likes you.

- Oh, for the love-- I'm going
to get the newspaper, Eloise.

- All right, dear.

Where's the dog?

- Oh, I let him out a
couple of hours ago.

He kept hogging the covers.

- Oh no.

Oh you stupid hound, you.

Take every one of
those newspapers

back where they
belong this instant.

- Well, good morning John.

I see you got yourself
a partner in crime.

- Mooney, what are
you doing here?

- Uh, Mrs. Elkins called.

She claims that you
and your canine friend

here have gone into the
newspaper stealing business.

Let's see.

Two, four, seven, nine.

- Mooney, I can't help
what that stupid dog does.

- Oh, you can't, huh?

17, 19, 21, 24, 26
cases of petty thief I

can charge the both of you with.

- Mooney, you wouldn't dare.

- Oh, wouldn't I?

Look, if these papers
ain't back to their owners

within one hour,
I'm coming back,

handcuffing you and
that mutt together,

and taking both of you
right down to the station.

- I tell you Henry, I
don't own that dog.

That dog owns me.

Look at me.

I'm a nervous wreck.

I've only had him three days.

My hands are trembling, I've
got a twitch in my left eye,

and I think I'm getting fleas.

- You do look a little
worse for wear, Mr. Wilson.

- Don't we all?

- I'm sorry, Henry.

It's me or the dog.

It's a matter of survival.

[barking]

- Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Tiny and I delivered
all the newspapers,

just like you wanted.

- Oh, thank you, Dennis.

Oh, here.

There's your dollar.

- Oh boy, thanks Mr. Wilson.

- Dennis, Mr. Wilson's decided
he can't keep Tiny after all.

- He can't?

But jeepers, Mr.
Wilson, you promised.

- Dennis, I promised I wouldn't
take the dog the dog pound

and I won't.

- However, son, I'm
afraid we'll have to.

[door bell]

- But jeepers, Dad.

What's gonna become
of poor old Tiny?

- Well, as far as I'm
concerned, poor old Tiny

will always have a
soft spot in my heart.

- Is this the dog, Mrs. Pekin?

- Phillip.

Oh, you naughty boy, you.

Phillips, you rascal you.

- Look at Tiny!

He acts like he knows that lady.

- He certainly does, young man.

He disappeared from
home several days ago.

He sometimes does
that for a few days.

You rascal you.

Anyway, just as
we were beginning

to get a little
concerned, we saw the ad

in this morning's paper.

- Oh, uh, that was my ad.

There isn't any
reward of course.

- Oh yes there is.

$25.

- $25.

You don't say.

- Well, I know how much trouble
a-- a dog like Phillip can be.

When I answered the
ad, a Mrs. Wilson

insisted that I give the
reward to the little boy who

found the dog.

- But I-- she did?

- Yes.

Are you Dennis?

- I sure am.

- Well, here you are my dear.

And thank you.

- Thank you.

Oh boy.

Wow.

- Well, many thanks
to all of you.

Now you come along,
you naughty boy.

- Bye, Dennis.

- Goodbye, Tiny.

Take good care of yourself.

- 25 whole dollars.

Gee, Mr. Wilson.

If it wasn't for you and that
ad, I wouldn't have this $25,

and Tiny wouldn't be going
home with that nice lady again.

- That's right, dear.

- You certainly do owe Mr.
Wilson a debt of gratitude, son.

- Oh, no.

It really wasn't
anything, Henry.

The ad didn't cost very much.

The dog only ate 10 or 12
pounds of meat and a few shoes.

- You did swell, Mr. Wilson.

And you know how I'm going
to show my gratitude to you?

- No, Dennis.

How-- how are you going to
show your gratitude to me?

- I'm going to find that
lady and give her money back

if she'll let Tiny come over
and visit you every Saturday.

- For pete's sake.

- Dennis!
- Dennis!

[music]

NARRATOR: This has been a
Screen Gems film production.