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Boy, that was a dumb movie.

All they do is kiss.

Yeah, how come grown-up people kiss all the time?

I don't know.

Mike says you get so you like it.

Boy, I was sure scared

when that kid ran away into the jungle.

I wasn't.

Neither was I.

How come you said you were?

Uh, I just wanted to see what you would say.

If there was a jungle around here,

I'd run away to it any old time.

I bet. You're just saying that

'cause there's no jungle around here.

There is, too.

How about that park way across town

with all those trees and bushes and the tennis courts?

Well, who wants to run away to a clunky old tennis court?

I bet you'd be scared to run away to anything.

Even a grocery store, even.

I would not. You would, too.

I bet you'd be scared. I would not.

You would, too. Want to get something to eat?

Sure. Let's go.

Ow... ooh!

Where is that kid?

Boy, if I find him, I'll... I'll...

I think Bub's sore at somebody.

There you are.

There you are!

What are you trying to do, raise my insurance premium?

Jeepers, Bub. What did I do?

You left your marbles on my kitchen floor.

That's what you did.

Should we ask him for something to eat,

or wait till he stops yelling?

When they passed out the brains,

did you have to stand at the end of the line?

Boy, everybody sure hollers at your house.

What did I do?

What did you do? You just fixed it

so that the two neatest girls

at school won't even speak to me. But I...

Didn't I tell you, if Alice called this morning,

to tell her I was at the library?

I did.

When a girl called, I told her you said,

"If Alice calls, tell her I'm at the library,

no matter where I am."

That wasn't Alice.

And you're never supposed to say...

Oh, forget it. I should have known better

than to trust a dumb kid like you.

Doesn't everybody make you feel dumb

when they yell at you like that?

Yeah.

I think I'd better go.

Nobody's in the mood to get us anything to eat.

Marbles all over my kitchen floor.

I nearly wound up in the oven.

Uh, Chip...

Whatever you're going to say, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do it.

I'm going to my room.

Your room?

Just 'cause you got your junk scattered all over it.

I can't find my bed half the time!

Hey, hey.

You guys are being a little rough

on the kid, aren't you?

He deserves it. Yeah.

No, seriously, you guys, Chip is at a very sensitive age.

We're studying about it in my psychology class.

Now, you've just done an awful thing.

You embarrassed him in front of his best friend.

Now, that right there is enough to make him sick...

Physically ill.

It's liable to incur a rebellious reaction.

Perhaps even cause a severe trauma.

Well, he's had the chicken pox and the measles,

so he might as well have the trauma.

No, really, Bub.

Just remember that he is at a difficult stage.

Don't push him too far, or he will rebel.

He might even run away.

What?

Dad? Yeah, Chip?

I didn't say that. Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Oh, man, everybody knows who's the ding-a-ling.

Uh, who you going to believe?

What's on your mind, Chip?

I was just wondering about something.

Oh?

Like what?

Well, would you miss me if I wasn't around here anymore?

Oh, I guess we might miss you a little.

Why, you thinking of leaving or something?

No. I was just wondering.

Hmm. Where is my evening paper?

Somebody bring it in?

Chip, come back here.

Oh, for the...

Jeepers, I thought you read it.

I was just putting some stuff in my scrapbook.

I'm sorry.

Chip, will you do me a favor?

If you should change your mind and decide to leave,

would you do it tomorrow night before the

evening papers comes?

This sort of thing

makes it just a little difficult

to keep up with what's happening in the world.

Hey, what's the matter

with all these dumb pens in this house anyhow?

Mike's got the only other one in the house,

and he's using it.

Oh, man, this worked this morning.

Look out, Robbie!

Aah!

Why did you hog up all the pens, Chip?

Gee, Robbie, I didn't know you were going to use them.

And besides,

the cartridges make real neat missiles.

Oh, man, Ms. Fisher's going to kill me

if I don't finish this assignment.

You know, you're the world's biggest pest.

Why don't you go somewhere else and get out of my hair.

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Good-bye, Tramp.

I got to go now.

Please don't cry.

I left a note for Robbie to read to you.

I can't take you with me,

'cause I don't know where I'm going.

If I go to India or someplace like that,

if you get lost, it will be real bad for you,

'cause I don't think they can read your tags over there.

I got to go now.

Well, Pete, I'll see you down at headquarters.

Be sure you lock up good.

Been a lot of trouble around here lately.

Tramp.

Tramp, will you get out of here?

Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?

Chip, will you please

take your dog downstairs?

Chip, will you make him stop?

Chip?

Chip?

Chip?

Criminy sakes.

He's really done it.

Dad? Hey, Dad!

Operator, would you give me the police?

And hurry up.

Hello.

Hello, police?

I'd like to report a missing child.

Yes, I'll hang on, but hurry it up, will you?

This is partly my fault, Steve.

I feel awful.

Me, too, Dad.

Yello. Yes, yes.

I'd like to report a missing child.

Well, he goes by the name of Chip.

Uh, Chip Douglas.

837 Mill Street.

Yeah... yeah, I'm... I'm Steven Douglas.

I'm his father.

Yes, of course, it's the same address.

Uh, hold it just a minute, will you, Officer?

Sudsy's mother hasn't seen him, either.

Uh, yes, Officer.

He's nine years old.

How tall is the boy, Mr. Douglas?

Well, he's about, uh...

How tall would you say Chip is?

Oh, about four-foot-three.

He's about five-one.

Four-foot-eleven.

Uh, I'm sorry, Officer.

I can't tell you exactly how tall he is.

He's, uh... well, he's the average height

of a nine-year-old boy.

Well, he's average weight.

Maybe a little chubby.

Blond hair.

Crooked little smile.

Crooked little smile.

Now, let's not get whimsical, Mr. Douglas.

If we're going to find the boy,

we have to have an accurate description.

What was he wearing when he left home?

I don't know what he was wearing.

If I'd seen him leaving, I would have tried

to stop him, now, wouldn't I?

You weren't at home at the time, Mr. Douglas?

The boy was left alone?

No, he wasn't left alone.

He left while we were all sleeping.

That means he could have been out all night.

Is he a chronic runaway?

No, he's never run away in his life.

Look, the quicker we get off the phone,

the quicker you can get your men out

to look for him... is that right?

There will be five squad cars on the streets

in five minutes, Mr. Douglas,

but first, I have to have a complete report.

It's regulations.

Now, then.

Is there any history of emotional instability,

or is he under any kind of therapy?

No, he's under no kind of therapy.

He's a... he's a normal, healthy boy

who's never given us a minute's trouble.

There's always a first time, isn't there?

Oh, for Pete's sake!

Now, let's not get ourselves out of control, Mr. Douglas.

It never helps in situations like this.

I'm not getting out of control.

I'm perfectly calm.

I just want to tell you that I've lost my son, and...

Have you searched the house thoroughly, Mr. Douglas?

Look, Officer,

I don't seem to be getting through to you.

Our little nine-year-old boy has run away.

He's probably alone someplace.

He left a note and everything.

He's gone!

Have you searched the house thoroughly, Mr. Douglas?

Under beds, in closets, in the basement?

Have we searched the house?

Of course we've searched the house! We...

Oh, oh, just a minute, Officer.

Have we looked for him every place in the house?

I'll check the basement, Dad.

Well, I'll look upstairs.

Oh, I'll go with you, Mike.

Uh, just a minute, Officer.

Would you hang on, please? What?

Does he get along well with other children?

Yes, of course, he gets along with other children.

Any luck?

Not yet.

What's he barking for?

What's the matter, Tramp?

Of course.

That's the logical place.

Why didn't we think of it before?

I don't know.

Hold him.

Here, Pet.

Come here, boy. Come here!

Come here!

Bub.

Why, that little dickens.

Well, let's go down and tell Dad.

Officer, I told you.

He left us a note saying he was running away.

Uh, he didn't leave it with us exactly.

He left it with our dog.

Dad!

Dad, we found him.

Just a minute, Officer.

You found him?

Sound asleep in the attic.

In the attic?!

Officer, uh, there's been a little mistake.

Uh, you can forget the whole thing.

Yes, that's right, we found him.

Ye-Yes, and even though we pay our taxes, I...

I'm sorry I took up so much of your time.

That's quite all right, Mr. Douglas.

Always glad to be of service.

Well, another day, another kook.

How do you like that kid?

We're ready to call out the marines,

and he's up in the attic.

Sleeping like a baby.

Well, he's going to sleep on his stomach from now on.

Oh, now wait a minute, Dad.

Let me talk to you before you do anything hasty.

I'm not going to do anything hasty.

Corrective, I believe, is the word.

Believe me, he won't pull another stunt

like this for a while.

But don't-don't you see, Dad?

Chip did this to get attention.

So, the best way to handle this is to ignore him.

Ignore him?!

After the way he's had us all stewing around here?

Right. If you let him know how upset you are,

he'll have a weapon to use.

Anyway, Dad, if-if you're going to talk to him reasonably,

at least wait till you cool down.

I'm not going to talk to him reasonably.

I'm going to spank him.

Dad, please, let Chip stay up in the attic.

Just pretend we don't know he's there.

Ignore him completely.

Oh, you mean, uh,

let him do a little stewing himself, huh?

Boy!

Well, how-how long do you think he'll stay up there?

Well, what does it matter?

He's perfectly safe up there.

Anyway, believe me, he'll be down

as soon as he gets hungry and lonely enough.

And speaking of hungry,

now that the crisis is over, how about some breakfast?

That's a good idea, Bub.

Okay, Mike, we'll wait a while.

Well, his guilt feelings

will make the situation intolerable.

He'll be down within an hour.

Well, he'd better be,

because I'm not going to make two breakfasts.

Excuse me, Bub.

Excuse you, sure.

If there's a moving object in sight, you never miss, do you?

Either you need glasses or radar equipment.

Dad, I looked all through the basement

and all through the garage, and he's not there.

Oh, we found him, Robbie. He's up in the attic.

No kidding? What's he doing up there?

Rebelling, taking a stand.

Against what?

Against certain members of this family

whom he thinks don't understand him.

Well, heck, I have to share a room with him.

I understand him.

It's just that I don't like him sometimes.

Well, I guess maybe

Chip feels that way sometimes, too, Robbie.

He's entitled to his feelings, too.

I just hope we're doing the right thing.

I, uh.. I hate to think of him up there alone and frightened.

Well, if, uh... if this experiment's going

to work, Dad, he has to feel some discomfort.

I suppose so.

Hey, couldn't I just go up there and hit him one, Dad?

No, you couldn't, Robbie, and stop that.

Just can't help feeling sorry for the little guy, though.

He's probably waking up about now.

Lonely, deserted, hungry.

Say, uh, Bub, what time is it?

Five minutes later than the last time you asked me.

Mike, you said you thought he'd be down in an hour.

It's way past that now.

I know, Dad.

Well, he's... he's showing more hostility

than I thought he would.

He's showing good sense.

He got out of doing the dishes.

He's probably afraid to come down now.

Probably up there crying his eyes out.

How was your trip, John?

Okay. If you need some wad, I'll back it up for you.

Whoa.

Well, this whole thing is getting

to be just a little silly.

And basic child psychology or not,

if that boy isn't out of that attic in...

Oh, come on, Dad, relax.

Nothing can happen to him up there.

No, he could have fallen out

of the attic window, couldn't he?

Oh, dry up, Robbie!

Hmm.

Come on, Tramp, come on.

Got to move over there.

I'll tell you, Dad.

Chip is as safe in the attic as he is in his own bedroom.

Well, can't he suffocate in the attic?

Not if he's fallen out of the window.

Will you two cut that out?

Dad, I've, I've got it.

Chip wants to come down, but he can't,

because he's ashamed to face us,

so what we've got to do now is to...

is to let Chip know we miss him.

Let him come down gracefully.

I'm sorry, Mike, but I can't go along with this anymore.

I'm going to get him right now.

But... I'm going with you.

But Dad, don't you see?

This is so important for his future adjustment.

Well, I'll take care of his future adjustment in the future.

Come on, Dad, just-just try it, huh?

Boy, it, uh...

It sure is lonely around here without Chip.

Oh, Mike, this is ridiculous.

I ought to go up there and... Please, Dad.

Well, all right.

I'm worried sick.

I wish he'd come home soon.

Well, I sure miss his help with the dishes.

It just isn't the same without Chip.

If he doesn't come down here

in 15 minutes, I'm going up there and...

I'll bet he doesn't know how much we miss him.

Tramp's so lonesome, he won't eat.

Let-let's go downstairs.

All right.

15 minutes, I'll give him, that's all.

Okay, okay, okay.

Well, that's 15 minutes.

That does it.

Oh, but, Dad... Now, no more, Mike.

I said that does it.

Ain't this awful?

Up and down, up and down.

I'm commencing to feel like the lead horse on a merry-go-round.

Oh! Excuse me, Bub. I didn't mean to...

Don't worry about a thing.

I'll just phone my insurance man,

have him add collision to my policy.

I can't believe it.

It doesn't fit the pattern at all.

What's up?

Operator, Operator, give me the police.

Just-just...

Hello. Uh, this is Steven Douglas.

I called earlier about a missing child, and...

Yes, yes, I'll hang on.

Will somebody please tell me what this is all about?

Yes. We're... Well, he's nowhere outside.

Well, of course not.

He's up in the attic.

No, he's not in the attic.

I guess he was in the attic, but he certainly isn't there now.

Uh, yes, Off... yes, yes, this is Steven Douglas, Officer.

I called you this morning about the boy that was missing.

I thought you found him.

Yes, we did find him, but he's missing again.

Is there any reason why

he would have run away a second time, Mr. Douglas?

No, no, no, of course not.

There wasn't any reason for him to run away the first time.

When you found him this morning, Mr. Douglas,

exactly what did you do to him?

I didn't do anything to him.

I mean, we didn't find him.

We-we found him, but we didn't see him.

I mean, I didn't see him.

Now, don't get hysterical, Mr. Douglas.

Are you sure he's gone this time?

Of course, I'm sure he's gone.

I wouldn't be calling you if he weren't gone.

Well, we'll be over in about five minutes.

Oh, have a picture of the boy ready for us.

Well, all right. Thank you.

They want a picture of Chip.

Who... Where's a picture of Chip?

There's one up in my room.

Me and Chip at the church. Go and get it.

I feel awful, Dad.

I don't know what to say.

Well, don't say anything.

We did everything right according to my textbook.

Well, textbooks don't always provide

all the answers to life, Mike.

- Just remember that. - Hey, you guys?

Huh? Chip's up in his room.

In his room?

What's he doing there?

He's in bed, sleeping.

Sleeping?

Well, what do you know?

I don't know nothing.

So if you guys don't mind,

I think I'll go and make a prune whip.

Chip?

Chip Douglas, I'm...

Dad. Robbie, you stay out of this. I'm going to...

Dad, did you know you had an old train set in the attic?

Boy, it's neat.

You mean to tell me

that's what you were doing up in the attic?

Playing with my old train?

I'm sorry.

On second thought,

maybe you'd better smack him at that, Dad.

Robbie, I told you to stay out of this. Now...

Yeah, let Dad handle this.

Well, look, would you both get out of here?

Robbie, out. Both of you.

Come on.

Oh.

Do you realize that you had us practically frightened?

I didn't mean to worry you, Dad.

Well, you did worry us, Chip.

Want to see the train? No, I don't want to see the train.

I want to have a serious talk.

Told these officers we found Chip,

but they insisted on looking for themselves.

Where did they go?

What, Chip and Dad? Yeah.

Well, they're up in the attic playing trains.

They're up in the attic, playing trains.

They're up in the attic, playing trains.

Well, it's been nice.

You're new, so if you should ever get a call

from a Mr. Douglas at this address,

forget it.

You know what I mean, buddy?

Pass.

Make sure every wheel is on the track, Chip,

or the train just won't go.

Yeah, I know.

Dad? Hmm?

I didn't really want to run away.

I know, Chip.

How come I ran away anyhow?

Well, sometimes things don't always go

just the way we think they ought to.

Sometimes we

get the feeling that we aren't loved or needed.

Then it all kind of piles up, and, uh,

well, we just have to do something about it.

I think maybe you ran away just to find out

if we really loved you around here.

I guess you found that out, huh?

Do you want to run the train for a while?

Oh, sure, if you don't mind.

No, go right ahead.

It's been a long time.

Let's see now. Which is the... Which is forward?

Whoa, whoa.

No, no. The other way.

No, the other way.

Oh... oh, there she goes.

Sure runs good.

Yeah.

Trains don't sound like that anymore, Dad.

They go beep, beep, beep.