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"The Adventures of Ozzie
and Harriet," starring

the entire Nelson family.

Here's Ozzie.

Here's Harriet.

Here's David.

Here's Rick.

And also starring in tonight's
episode, here's Chris.

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- Hey, Jack.
- Hi, Rick.

Hi, have you seen Wally?

I'm supposed to meet him here.

Hey just walked in.

Oh, thanks.

Hi, I got your message.
What do you want?

Is Chris with you?

Oh, you didn't
tell me to bring her.

I know that.
But she's not here, is she?

- I haven't seen her.
- Have you searched the booths?

She's not here.
Now what's the big mystery?

Don't get excited.

I'm only trying to
protect you, you know.

After all, if
you're going to have

a rendezvous with
an old girlfriend,

you can't be too careful.

Old girlfriend?

What are you talking about?

- Do you remember Sue Bailey?
- Yeah.

I used to go out with
her in high school.

Well, I ran into
her the other day

and she said she wanted to
see you about something.

She wants to see me?

Here she is.

Hi, Sue.
Hi.

Hi, Rick.
Hi, Sue.

How are you?
Just fine, thanks.

How are you?
I'm fine.

Come on, sit down.
Thanks.

Are you sure
this is all right?

Relax, will you?

Well, I see Wally
hasn't changed.

Well, what's the big mystery?

Well, actually
it's no big deal.

I just happened to run
across this old painting

you did and I thought you'd
might like to have it back.

Hey, what's this?

Well, that's not
very flattering.

Don't you remember
painting that for me?

That's right.
I did paint this, didn't I?

Hey, actually
that's not too bad.

It's our private
picnic grounds,

or at least that's
what we called it.

Yeah we kind of
discovered it one day

when we were taking a hike.

That sounds very romantic.

Oh, sorry.

Well, anyway, I've
always loved the painting.

But I thought maybe I'd
better bring it back,

especially since Charlie
gets a little jealous.

Charlie?

Charlie Watson.

I don't think you know him.

We're getting married in June.

Oh, I hope you'll
be very happy.

- Hey, that's great.
- Thank you.

Anyway, I just didn't know
what to do with the painting.

I certainly didn't
want to throw it away.

I'm glad you didn't.

Of course I know
you're married.

Well, I didn't know whether
you'd want it around either.

Well, there's
nothing to worry about.

Chris isn't exactly
the jealous type.

Oh good, I'm glad
I brought it by then.

Yeah, so am I. Can I buy
you a malt or something?

Oh, no, thanks.

I've really got to be going.

Sure it's been nice
talking to you again, Rick.

Yeah, same here.

Thanks for bringing
the painting.

Oh sure.
Bye, bye.

Bye, Wally.
Bye, Sue.

I think it's a
beautiful painting, Rick.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

I like paintings like this where
you can see what's going on.

I'm just beginning to wonder
what I'm going to do with it.

Who'd you say
you painted it for?

Sue Bailey.

But that was a long time ago.

Well, yeah, but I
can see where it might

present kind of a problem.

Yeah, that's what
Wally was saying.

But Chris just isn't
the jealous type.

We've always been perfectly
honest with each other.

Well, it isn't a
question of being honest.

It's just that women
have a strange way

of looking at things like this.

Now what do you mean by that?

Well, for instance,
suppose we had

been married for
just a short while

and I brought home a
painting that I'd done for,

oh say, Cynthia
Hornsby, for instance.

Cynthia Hornsby.

Yeah.

You've heard me mention her.

Well, yeah.

I was just wondering
why you thought of her.

Oh, no special reason.

It was just a girl I went
out with a couple of times.

A couple of times.

I thought you said you only
went out with her once.

Well, you see what I mean?

I'm in trouble with your
mother and I can't even paint.

You got something there.

Maybe he has at that.

Sure, if you take this
home and hang it on the wall,

every time Chris
walks by it, she'll

look up and think
of you and Cynthia.

- Sue.
- Oh, Sue.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

I think I'll just leave it here.

You know, I'm not so sure
I want it in the house now.

I was just kidding.

I'm just trying to explain
what I meant to Rick.

I don't know what made me
think of Cynthia Hornsby.

I could have mentioned
Betty Cooper, or Patti King,

or Sally Wilson.

OK, Rick.

You can leave the picture
on one condition-- you

take your father home with you.

Chris, I'm home.

Hi, yourself.

I'm not home.

I'm returning a pressure
cooker to your Mom's.

Love, me.

Mom's?

Oh no.

Hello?

- Pop, is Chris there?
- No.

Why?
Is she supposed to be?

Well, she left a note saying
she was on her way over.

Get the picture out
of sight, will you?

Oh well, don't worry about it.

I think Mom hid it someplace.

Oh, Chris just drove up.

Oh, I'll talk to you later.

OK.

Harriet.

Harriet.

Yeah.

Where's the painting?
Chris just drove up.

Oh, it's all right.
I put it in the hall closet.

Well, she's about to
put her coat in there.

I better take it upstairs.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Hi, Chris.
Hi, Mom.

- Come on in.
- Thank you.

I just stopped by
to return this.

Oh, you didn't
have to do that.

Well, I thought I might
as well since I wanted

to borrow something else.
Oh.

What can I do for you?

Well, I wanted to
match a screen thread

and I remembered you had some.

Yeah, I think I do
upstairs in my sewing basket.

Oh good.
I'll get it.

Oh, I'll get it.

Oh, that's OK.

I think it's in
the bedroom, Chris.

Where is it?

Um, in the closet.

Oh.

There's a man in there.

It's not a man, it's me.

Oh, it's nothing.

What do you
mean, it's nothing?

It's a painting
you did, isn't it?

No, no, I didn't do it.

Gee, this is really good.

It says Rick on it.

He did it?

Well, quite a while ago.

It's really great.

How come he never
showed it to me?

Well, uh--

Gee, Bob, how come
you let her have it?

Well, we couldn't help it.

She insisted on taking it.

And it seemed a little
ridiculous to try and stop her.

Oh boy.

Well, it's not
as bad as all that.

Just play it by ear.

It'll work out fine.

I hope so.

Thanks, Bob.

Oh, hi.

Hi.

I ought to be mad at you.

Well, how come?

For not telling me.

For not telling you what?

About the painting.

What about the painting?

It's beautiful.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, where'd you get the frame?
I bought it.

Don't you think it looks great?

Oh, yeah.

But how come you had it framed?

So we could hang
it on the wall.

We'll put it right here.

I'll take this down.

And it'll look beautiful.

Well, get the hammer
and the nails.

OK.

I don't think it looks
very good in here.

Oh, of course it does.

The colors are perfect.

And it's a very
restful painting.

What about dinner?

I'm getting kind of hungry.

Hey, wait a second.

I know this tree and the swing.

Well, sure.

The first time we went out
together, don't you remember?

It was a Saturday afternoon
and we took a drive

and parked the car.

And then walked along
by that little brook.

Well, I don't see any brook.

Well, you can't see it.

It's right there
behind the trees.

It is the place.

The place we found when
we were out hiking.

Oh, yeah.

I guess it is.

I think that's beautiful.

You went up there and
painted this just for me.

No, I didn't.
Really.

Darn you, Rick.

Sometimes you make me so mad.

You do something nice
and romantic like this

and then you won't admit it.

Look, I hate to
change the subject,

but really, I'm awfully hungry.

Wait a second.

This says 1958--
seven years ago.

We didn't even meet each
other until five years ago.

That's what I was
trying to explain.

You big phony,
making me believe

you painted this just for me.
I didn't say that.

You did.
Well, you didn't deny it.

Well, you didn't
give me a chance.

Look, I admit I painted
this before I even met you.

But after all, it's a painting
of a very special place.

A place that means
a great deal to us.

Our place.

I think I want about
five minutes to decide.

Decide what?

Whether to kiss you or
kick you in the shins.

While you're thinking it
over, how about getting dinner

started?

I'm sorry.

Oh, that's OK.

You really didn't think
I was going to kick you

in the shins, did you?

No, of course not.

It's perfect.

Every time we have
dinner here, it'll

be just like having a picnic.

It's very romantic,
don't you think?

Oh, yeah sure.

- Rick, Chris, anybody home?
- Uh-huh.

Wally, we're in here.
We're having dinner.

Grab a plate.
Oh, not for dinner.

Why not?
We have plenty.

Oh, I didn't realize I'd be
dropping in around dinnertime.

Hey, you got it up and
in a beautiful new frame.

- Here, have some food, Wally.
- Oh, thanks.

It's a very special
painting, you know.

Oh, I know all about that.

Boy, I must admit I
certainly admire you two.

Go ahead.
Help yourself.

No, I mean it.
I really admire you.

Everything out in the open.

Boy, if I show Ginger a painting
I'd done for an old girlfriend,

she'd probably start throwing
these meatballs at me.

Uh oh.

Well, if you'll excuse
me, I hate to eat and run,

but I think I better just run.

Good night.

I'll see you tomorrow, Rick.

Now remember,
we're just over here

to ask them if they want
to go to a movie tonight.

Well, why don't we call
them up and ask them?

Because we're both
dying to find out what

happened with the painting.

Here's what happened
with the painting.

You think we
ought to rescue it?

Let's not get our
fingerprints on it.

I make a motion we just
don't get involved.

Let's go to the
movies by ourselves.

I second the motion.

We better make it fast.

Somebody's coming.

Look, will you leave
that outside, please?

I painted it and I ought
to be able to throw it away

if I want to.
I don't care.

I said I liked it and I
bought a nice frame for it.

And it's going to stay
right here on the wall,

even if you did tell
me a big lie about it.

I didn't tell you
a big lie about it.

Let's just say you left
out a few minor details.

I left them out because
they were unimportant.

You left them out
because you were

afraid I wasn't grown
up enough to accept

the fact you might have
gone out with another girl

once or twice.

Look, I don't
want any painting

of mine hanging on the wall
if it's going to upset you

every time you see it.

Oh, it doesn't upset me.

It doesn't upset me at all.

Let's just leave it there.

OK.

If that's what you want.

Isn't that what you want?

I just want you to be happy.

- I'm happy.
- Good.

Then we'll just leave it there.

Do we have a magnifying glass?

What for?

I want to see whose initials
are carved on the tree.

Come on, it's just a painting.

OK.

Chris, I'm home.

Hi.

Hi.

What's this?

- It's a footstool.
- Oh, I know that.

But where did it come from?

It's been up in my
room at my folks' house.

Well, I've never
seen it before.

Well, that's because I always
hid it whenever you came over.

Well, why?

Did you make it
yourself or something?

Oh no, I didn't make it.

It was given to me.

"To my Valentine,
with love from Randy."

Who is he?

A boy I used to go out with.

He made that for me at school.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

I've always kind of liked it.

And since we were being so
adult about the painting,

I thought you wouldn't
mind having that around.

Oh, it's OK with me.

Unless you have any
objections, of course.

Oh no.

It's very unusual.

You sure it won't
bother you now?

No.

Why should it bother me?

This Randy, was he the guy
with the red sports car?

Yeah.
I think you met him once.

Was he a little short, fat
guy with red hair and freckles?

No.

He was tall, kind
of slim, and he

had blond hair and blue eyes.

Look, if you don't think
it goes with the rest

of the furniture--

No, I think it looks fine.

Of course, I don't know too
much about those things.

Well, I better go in
and get dinner started.

You want me to help
you with anything?

Oh no, that's OK.
You just relax.

She shows up with this
crazy-looking footstool.

Footstool?
What for?

Oh, she claims some old
boyfriend made it for her.

It's supposed to
make me jealous.

- Well, did it?
- Well, it's hard to tell.

It's such a silly looking thing.

I'll tell you this
much, it sure looks

ridiculous in our living room.

Well, why don't
you throw it out?

That's just what
she wants me to do.

That'd give her an excuse
to throw out the painting.

Well, that's what
you want, isn't it?

Well yeah, but I want
her to throw it out

because it makes her jealous,
not because I threw out

the footstool she brought
in to make me jealous.

Boy, marriage is
sure complicated.

She's trying to be such
a martyr about all this.

It's too bad you
can't hire a burglar

to break into your house
and solve the whole problem.

Hey, wait a minute.

That might not be
such a bad idea.

A burglar breaks in and
steals the footstool.

Are you kidding?

In the first place, where are
you going to find a burglar?

Look, why don't I
treat you to that malt,

and maybe another
one just like it.

Oh no, you don't.

I'm paying for my own malt,
or at least I'm charging it.

Come on, what kind of
a friend are you anyway?

Are you kidding?
I'm no burglar.

A guy could get
arrested for that.

You wouldn't be a burglar.

You'd just be a good
friend doing a favor.

You mean like Robin Hood?

Right.

No I'm a little too Friar
Tuck-ish to be crawling

in through windows.

You won't have to
crawl into any windows.

I could leave the
back door unlocked.

Then about midnight, you
could just walk in quietly,

grab the loot, and slam
the door on the way out.

Slam the door?
Are you kidding?

If I'm going to be a burglar,
I'm going to be a good one.

I need you to slam the door.

That way Chris and I can
wake up, come rushing out,

but we're too late.

Well, you make it
sound awful easy.

Believe me, it will be.

Well, OK.

But I want this understood,
I'm doing this as a favor

to a friend, and not because
you're paying my check.

I may be a burglar but
I don't accept bribes.

- OK.
- Oh no.

You can still pay my check,
but only as a friend.

- You sure now?
- Oh, I insist.

- What's that?
- What's the matter?

- There's somebody out there.
- Relax, will you?

You must be dreaming.
Go back to sleep.

I tell you.

I heard somebody.

There is somebody out
there, I tell you.

It's a burglar.

Might as well
go see what it is.

No, no.
Don't go out there.

Just make a noise and
frighten them away.

We hear you out there
and we've got a gun.

You're not leaving
me in here alone.

Yeah, it was a
burglar, all right.

He stole the footstool.

No, he didn't.

Oh, great.

Sh.

There's somebody in the closet.

Well, I didn't hear anything.

We hear
you in the closet there.

Don't shoot, don't shoot.

Hey, folks.
Good evening.

You're supposed
to take the footstool, not

the painting.
I couldn't find it.

What are you doing here
in the middle of the night?

Well, I
might as well admit it.

From the moment I
saw this painting,

I said to myself,
Wally Plumstead,

you just got to have
this beautiful landscape.

So here I stand before
you, a common thief,

a victim of my lust
for artistic treasures,

for things of beauty.

Why didn't you tell us?

We would have given
it to you, gladly.

- Oh, you really mean that?
- Well, sure.

Yeah.
Take it with you tonight.

Oh.
Thank you.

Oh.
There's just one thing though.

If you should happen
to get tired of it

a couple of years from now,
or in a couple of weeks,

or even say tomorrow, would
you mind taking it over

to my mother's house?

I think she'd like to keep it
up in the attic in an old trunk

or something.
Is that OK?

Oh, sure.

Or behind some old screens
or in an old barrel.

Whatever you say.

Oh, and while
we're on the subject.

I couldn't help but notice
that you were admiring

that beautiful footstool.

Would you like to have that too?

Oh, may I?

But of course.

Oh, well, thank you.

No, no, no.

Oh, say, this is
a little beauty.

By the way, if you'd
ever get tired of it,

would you mind giving
it to my Aunt Sally?

My uncle gave it to her
for Valentine's Day.

It was sort of a
gag, but I promised

I'd give it back to her.

OK.

Oh well, I better be going.

Thanks for everything.
That's OK.

Thank you.
Don't bother to see me out.

You just go on back to bed.

I'll lock up and
turn out the lights.

OK.
Good night.

Thanks again.

Good night.

Why didn't you tell me you
were upset about the footstool?

Well, you made believe the
painting didn't bother you.

I figured I could be
just as stubborn as you.

Does the footstool really
belong to your Aunt Sally?

Of course.

Well, what about Randy, the
guy with the red sports car?

I made him up.

I was just kidding you.

And you never went out with
a tall, blond-haired guy?

I never went out with
anybody until I met you.

And you were the first
boy I ever kissed.

You don't smoke
and you don't drink.

You don't have any
faults at all, do you?

Except one.

I don't always tell the truth.

It's an old joke.
You know that, don't you?

Yeah.

But don't you think it was
clever the way I worked it

into the conversation?

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