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Well, it looks pretty good... On paper.

I want it 10 feet taller.

10 feet taller?

That's going to be a mighty big silo, Mr. Slater.

This is a mighty big farm, Jenkins,

twice the size of the one I sold back in Wisconsin.

I plan to have a lot of animals,

going to need a lot of silo.

Whatever you say, Mr. Slater.

Got another load for you.

- Well, good, keep them coming. - Where do you want it?

Oh, right here's good. Mann, help Ingalls unload this lumber.

Hurry up, Bartholomew.

- Ma. - Yes, dear.

Pick these things up for me in town, will you?

Boy, come on. Get to school!

Why do I have to wear these sissy clothes, anyway?

Because it's your first day of school,

and I want you to make a good impression.

Pa?

Why do I have to go to school?

Why can't I stay home and work with you?

For the hundredth and last time,

it's what your mother wants.

But I love farming.

I hate school.

Mrs. Slater: Nowadays, it takes more than a strong back

to run a farm this size.

It's big business,

and you're going to finish school.

Come on, boy, you heard your mother, get going.

I wish you'd have talked to him about behavior.

Schooling's your idea, woman.

You handle it. I'm busy running a farm.

Mr. Slater: Hey, Jenkins.

Mr. Slater: I want tongue and groove all the way around. It's got to be absolutely right.

Jenkins: Yes, sir.

Now, Bartholomew, I don't want to keep fussing at you,

but I don't want you getting thrown out of this school,

so, you just mind your manners and behave yourself,

and don't go starting any trouble.

Come on, Dukes.

I hope you do better here

than in your last school, Bartholomew.

Bart.

Bart, if you prefer. You may take a seat.

Hi.

Hi.

I want to sit there, shorty.

But I'm sitting here.

I can fix that.

You can sit here, Bart.

I like sitting in the back of the room better, anyway.

I need the whole seat.

I'm too big to sit with someone else.

Oh, go fly a kite.

What's going on?

Uh, nothing, Ms. Wilder.

I was just going to go sit with Willie.

Ms. Wilder: All right, Clarence.

Ms. Wilder: Now that we're all seated,

I want to announce two class projects.

♪ Sounds of the rude world ♪

♪ Heard in a day

good morning.

Oh, well, hello, Mrs. Slater,

our best and our nicest customer.

Oh, thank you.

How's your new house coming along?

Oh, just fine, Mrs. Oleson,

and I can't thank you and Mr. Oleson enough

for all the help you gave me

in furnishing it from scratch.

Well, it was my pleasure.

What can I do for you today?

Well, I'd like to find some drapery material.

You know, it took US so long to get settled in

that I completely forgot about them.

Yes, of course.

Well, you have so many wonderful windows.

I have just the thing for you.

Oh, wait until you see this.

It is the very latest fashion.

Oh, dear. Oh, no, no.

What will they think of next?

No, it's absolutely awful.

Yes, I know.

- Nels picked it out. - Oh.

And I just love to show it to customers

as a little joke.

Harriet, are you still trying to sell that awful material you ordered?

We do love to have our little jokes around here.

Now, are there any questions?

Uh, what can you write about the sky?

Ms. Wilder: Well, for instance,

you could write about the influence

of the moon on the earth.

What influence?

Ms. Wilder: Well, for instance, its effects on the ocean tides.

And then, of course, there are its reported effects on people.

You mean like making them lovey-dovey?

Or more seriously,

it is said that many people's minds go awry

at the full of the moon.

That is the derivation of the world lunatic...

From the Latin word for moon, "Luna."

Bl-bl-bl-bl...

Ms. Wilder: From the earliest of times, there have been writings

alleging that some people's bodies

are also fundamentally affected,

as in the case of men turning into werewolves

at the full of the moon.

Are there really werewolves, Ms. Wilder?

Ms. Wilder: Well, that is a question, Carrie.

Personally, I don't believe so.

On the other hand, there are books,

such as this one...

"werewolf,"

written by the reverend sabine baring-gould in 1865,

the same man, incidentally,

who wrote that famous hymn,

♪ onward Christian soldier ♪

Ms. Wilder: You are welcome to use the book as a reference.

Very well, then,

on to the other project.

Clarence Tilson does marvelous work

in papier-mache,

and he has kindly offered

to give the class a demonstration of his technique.

Clarence, if you please.

Papier-mache is French

for a special kind of paper modeling.

Here are some things you can make...

An owl, a clown, a kangaroo.

A purple kangaroo... Whoops!

Ms. Wilder: Isn't it wonderful?

Clarence: Use anything you like,

using different kinds of breadths.

You just dip the strips of paper into the paste...

It's a mixture of flour and water...

And then you wrap it around your mold.

Ms. Wilder: Why don't one of you try it?

Perhaps our new student, Bartholomew...

Bart.

You don't have to drown it.

Ms. Wilder: Oh! What are you doing?

Bart: I'm making a midget.

Ms. Wilder: Clarence! Oh!

Clarence, go outside and clean yourself up.

And you, young man,

go outside with him and wash your hands,

and apologize.

Young man, I will ask Clarence

if you gave him a proper apology

when he returns to class.

Hey, you did pretty good with that, uh,

papier... Papier stuff.

How about making me some animal

for my class project?

Make your own.

I'll give you 50 cents.

Uh-uh.

Bart: Hey.

All right, I'll double it... $1.00.

- A dollar? - Yeah.

Well, all right.

You got yourself a deal.

Bart: Good. Oh...

When we go back inside,

you tell Ms. Wilder I apologized.

But you didn't.

You just tell her that.

All right.

Bart: Hey, Laura!

Hey, Laura, I'll carry your books.

- No, thanks. - Ah, come on.

No, give me my books. Stop it!

Leave her alone, Bartholomew.

Don't call me Bartholomew, shorty.

Don't call me shorty,

Bartholomew.

Laura: Stop it!

Leave him alone!

Almanzo: Hold on. Boy: Come on, Albert.

Keep your nose out of this.

You proud of fighting with a girl?

I wasn't fighting her. It's him.

Well, now, hold on. He's half your size.

You're not.

Almanzo: All right, now, kids, fight's all over.

You all right, Beth?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Ok.

Oh, you better get something on that eye.

Looks like it's going to be a real beauty.

We will. Thanks, manly.

- Sure. - Come on.

I'm going to get you, shorty.

Albert, no. Come on, come on.

Laura: Wasn't manly wonderful coming to my rescue...

Our rescue?

Albert: I didn't need any rescue.

Oh, sure you didn't.

You were just going to keep hitting his fist with your eye

till he cried "uncle."

Very funny.

What are you going to tell pa about that eye?

It's getting bigger and blacker every minute.

I'll tell him I fell.

You're going to tell him a lie?

It's not a lie.

I did fall, after he hit me.

That's the truth, isn't it?

Not the whole truth.

Well, who says you have to tell the whole truth all the time?

As long as you don't tell a bold-faced lie.

Boy, Albert, you sure know how to twist things around.

I don't want pa thinking I can't fight my own battles.

Well, you can't.

Leastways not with that big gorilla.

Oh, well, I'll think of something.

If I don't have the brawn,

I'll just have to use my brains.

You better think of something fast

before Bartholomew knocks your brains out.

Have a good day, Manny.

You too, Eliza.

Mr. Slater: Wilder!

You hit my boy yesterday.

Oh, it was self... self-defense, Mr. Slater.

He swung on me first.

Isn't what he told me.

He said you started the fight for no reason.

No, I don't start fights, Mr. Slater.

Your boy was beating up on little Albert Ingalls,

I stepped in to stop it, and he went for me.

Children fight among themselves.

No reason for an adult to interfere.

No, I don't think so, Mr. Slater.

Not when one of those children is bigger than most grown men.

I discipline my own child as I see fit.

Well, you best get to it, then.

Now, you watch your mouth, boy.

My son minds at home,

and it's up to his teacher to see that he minds at school.

And if you can't, Ms. Wilder,

maybe the school board can find someone who can.

That's enough!

Albert, would you come up and solve the problem, please?

Yes, Ms. Wilder.

Ms. Wilder: Bart!

Please.

- Ms. Wilder. - Not now, Clarence.

Excellent! You're so quick, Albert.

How do you do it?

Just comes easy, ma'am.

A gift.

You may take your seat.

Ow!

What's the matter, Albert?

A tack.

Somebody put it on my seat.

Clarence: It was Bartholomew.

That's what I was trying to tell you, miss...

Ms. Wilder: Bart!

I've asked you over and over

not to do such things.

Your continued disturbances are not fair to the others,

who are trying to concentrate.

Now, I am afraid I'm going to have to punish you.

Stand in the corner.

My pa ain't going to like this.

Ms. Wilder: Isn't.

Stand in the corner.

Pick up my chair.

Pick it up yourself.

Pick it up, or...

Bart: Or what?

You'll expel me?

I don't think so.

Today, I'd like to introduce decimals

to the more advanced students.

I'm sorry.

I'm not feeling well today.

Class dismissed.

Am I dismissed, too, Ms. Wilder?

Yes.

Have a nice day.

Well, you're home early.

Laura: Ms. Wilder dismissed US.

What happened?

In two words, Bartholomew slater.

He kicked over Ms. Wilder's chair on purpose.

And then he talked back to her.

I think she was crying.

She's afraid of him.

You watch your sister.

I'm going to speak to your father about this.

Ms. Wilder.

Oh.

Mr. Ingalls. I'm sorry,

I must look a sight.

I'm not feeling very well today.

That's all right, I know what happened.

Oh.

I'm not one to admit defeat, Mr. Ingalls,

but I simply can't cope with that slater boy.

I can't enforce discipline,

and learning has come to a complete standstill.

Hey, now, come on. Try to take it easy.

Have you talked to the boy's father?

Yes.

Well, to be honest, no.

Mr. Slater said if I couldn't handle the boy,

he'd see that someone was brought in who could.

He threatened you, then.

Yes, I guess you could call it that.

That's just what a teacher needs... a parent who believes

his child can do no wrong.

I'm going to have a talk with him.

Mr. Ingalls.

I need this job.

I understand that,

but your students need an education.

Don't worry, I'll let you know what happens.

Mr. Slater: Ingalls, I told you, I'm a busy man.

I can't spend the day sitting in a classroom watching my son.

And I told you what happened. Certainly you can't excuse that.

Oh, I know what you told me, and I know what my boy told me.

Look, she asked him to stand in the corner. She was upset.

She got up, knocked her chair over and got embarrassed,

so, she blamed my son. It's as simple as that.

That's what he told you. You believe him?

I'm certainly going to believe my son over a stranger.

Ingalls, I told you, I'm a busy man. If you'll excuse me.

Well, if his father's not going to do anything about it, I will.

Now, someone's got to take a stick to that boy,

and I'm just the one to do it.

I agree with you, almanzo, but it's not your right.

I still say we leave it up to the school board.

No. I realize you're trying to help, Mr. Ingalls,

but I've just got to try to get through to him.

And how do you propose to do that?

I don't know.

Bart: Going to school is lots of fun.

From laughing, we have gained a ton.

We laugh until we have a pain

at lazy, lousy Eliza Jane.

See you in school, Eliza Jane.

That does it.

Almanzo James, not that way.

Mr. Ingalls, let's have that school board meeting.

Nels,

it's time to get ready to go to the meeting.

I'll need your vote so we can prevent

the expulsion of Bartholomew slater.

Well, I think he should be expelled,

and that's how I'm going to vote.

You've taken a leave of your senses?

No, dear.

You mean to tell me you're going to vote against your wife?

That's correct.

Very well.

You leave me no choice.

In all fairness, I can no longer allow you

to be a member of the school board.

What?

You heard me.

As president of the school board, I am removing you.

I shall appoint someone else who is more reasonable,

who agrees with me.

Where are you going to find an idiot that will agree with you?

Harriet: Oh! May I remind you gentlemen

that Mr. Slater has pledged a considerable amount of money

for the school fund drive?

Now, if we expel his son,

he most certainly won't give it.

And the school most certainly needs the money.

It most certainly does.

And if we don't expel Bartholomew slater, there won't be any school.

He's the rotten apple in the barrel.

Mrs. Oleson: And his father is the cream in our coffee,

and he will probably take

his business elsewhere,

Mrs. Oleson: And that includes the mill, Mr. Ingalls.

That is his privilege, Mrs. Oleson.

I don't see why we have to sacrifice principle for profit.

I agree.

Well, if Ms. Wilder can't control her class,

perhaps we should find another teacher who can.

Madam chairman, I call for the vote.

Mrs. Oleson: Oh, yes, of course.

After all, we can't sit around here all day

and slander that poor, defenseless boy.

All right, all in favor of the expulsion,

please, raise their hands.

Mm-hmm. Those against.

Well, I guess we have, uh,

reached what is called a stalemate, here, gentlemen.

Bartholomew slater will remain in school.

Gee, that's rotten.

I sure feel awful for Ms. Wilder.

Yeah.

And if Ms. Wilder's leaving walnut grove,

that means manly will be leaving, too.

We got to do something to stop Bartholomew

and keep Ms. Wilder in walnut grove.

We sure do.

The only problem is Bartholomew

is too big and strong for US to handle.

I know.

Let me sleep on it.

Maybe I'll come up with something in the morning.

Hiya, manly.

Hiya, Beth.

I heard that your sister,

Ms. Wilder, is leaving.

That's right.

Does that mean you'll be going, too?

Afraid so.

Well, why do you have to go?

Well, I don't want to, Beth,

but my sister's all alone,

and I feel a responsibility.

Oh.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you, too, Beth.

You will?

Sure will.

Well...

I think I better get this order delivered.

See you.

Hey!

Albert: Laura!

Laura, look!

I got it.

You've got what?

Look, Ms. Wilder's book on werewolves.

So what?

So, if Bartholomew is scared enough,

he wouldn't act bad to Ms. Wilder, right?

- Right. - So, Ms. Wilder will stay on teaching, right?

- Right. - But Bartholomew is too big for US to scare, right?

- Right. - Because we're just kids, right?

- Right. - But I wonder...

If he might not be scared by a werewolf.

A werewolf? What werewolf?

Me. Come on.

A werewolf?

Caroline: What on earth is that?

The school project.

Caroline: Well, I thought you were doing an astronomy project.

I changed my mind. We're making a rock.

Uh, I thought Ms. Wilder said it was supposed to be artistic.

Well, we're just trying to make something artistic and practical.

Artistic and practical.

Uh-huh.

Just one question...

What use would anyone possibly have

for a papier-mache rock that size?

I'll think of one.

I see.

It's real good, Clarence. Real good.

Thanks. Now, what about my dollar?

What dollar?

The dollar you promised to me.

I didn't promise you nothing.

You did.

We made a deal.

You did... I didn't.

Now, what you going to do? Go tell Ms. Wilder?

Ha, I already got rid of her.

Real good, Clarence. Real good.

How does it look?

I think it looks great.

But does it look real?

Well, kind of.

But it's going to look really real at night.

I just hope we can get him here.

Oh, we will. We have to.

Yeah.

- Put some right there. - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

That's a nice Boulder you made.

Thanks. I told you,

it's going to look really real.

Albert: What's the matter with you?

Oh, that Bartholomew.

He promised me a dollar if I did his paper-mache project for him.

I did, but now, he won't pay me.

I was going to buy ma a birthday present with that dollar.

Clarence: Now, I can't.

Bet you'd like to get even with him, wouldn't you?

I sure would.

But how?

Funny you should ask that.

Laura...

Follow me.

I will be leaving this school tomorrow

after the class projects

are turned in and graded.

Bet I get an "a." I did a real good project.

My pa said so.

I will miss all of you very much...

Or should I say, I will miss some of you.

Ms. Wilder: I see no use in trying to teach in unteachable circumstances,

so, I will dismiss you all until tomorrow.

I apologize, not only for myself,

but for the school board, which allowed themselves

to be bullied by a wealthy fool.

You watch what you say about my pa.

How did you know I was talking about your father?

Was it the word "wealthy" or the word "fool"?

Class dismissed.

Is he back there yet?

Laura: No, not yet.

Where could he be?

Here he comes.

Ok, take the soap chips. Put them in.

Come on.

Oh, that's awful!

I know. Just eat it, hurry up.

Hurry up!

Oh.

You thought Ms. Wilder was pretty funny, didn't you?

I sure did.

I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to shorty.

I told you I was going to get you,

and now's the time.

You sure picked a bad time to get him.

What's the matter with him?

Looks like he's throwing a fit.

Never mind.

Just leave him alone.

Albert, it's ok, it's ok. Easy, boy.

Yeah, because if you get him mad...

He don't like you, anyway.

Laura: After what you did to Ms. Wilder...

He loves her.

He loves her more than anything in the whole world.

He'd even die for her.

Laura: Calm down. Albert, Albert!

Or kill.

Kill? What are we talking about?

Maybe he's got the rabies.

Better take him home, Laura, fast,

- before he turns in... - you're right.

Come on, Albert. Let's go.

You know what's wrong with him, don't you?

No, I don't.

You see, I... I can't tell you. It's...

You tell me.

All right.

It's the terrible secret of the Ingalls family.

What?

Tonight's the full moon.

So?

So, you heard what Ms. Wilder

was saying about werewolves, didn't you?

Well, Albert turns into a werewolf at the full moon.

Ah, what are you trying to do, pull my leg?

Honest.

Last month, the day after the full moon,

Albert the werewolf tried to kill me

just because I was walking across the Ingalls' land.

Ah, there ain't no werewolves in Minnesota.

Clarence: Maybe not home-grown,

but no one knows where his real pa comes from,

maybe even transylvania.

Well, where's that?

In Europe, the Balkan mountains.

They got whole packs of werewolves.

Ah, I don't believe any of that stuff.

Neither did I, till I saw Albert.

Then, I borrowed Ms. Wilder's book for my project.

Here, read it for yourself.

You believe this bull?

I've seen him!

You're a liar!

I swear.

Laura chains him in the barn when the moon's full.

He'll be there tonight.

If you're so brave, why don't you go and see?

What for?

- You scared? - No.

I'll bet you a dollar you won't go.

You got a bet,

and if you don't pay me,

I'll bust your face.

This dad-burned thing, I can never fix it right.

I'll fix it, pa.

Oh, thank you, darling.

You about ready, Caroline?

Soon as I give Gracie her bottle.

- There you go. - Oh, thank you, honey.

Ma, I said I'd feed her.

It'll only take me a few minutes.

Now, you know it's going to take longer than that.

Now, don't worry, you and pa just have a nice dinner at the garvey's.

All right, dear, thank you.

Carrie, now, you go to sleep when your sister tells you, no arguments.

We won't be late.

Laura: Ok, have a nice time.

- We will, thank you, dear. - Thank you.

Albert, come on. Carrie!

Here, you feed grace.

You said you would.

You want to stay up a half an hour later?

I'll feed her.

- Got everything? - Yeah.

- Ok, come on. - Where are you going?

We'll just be out in the barn. You stay in the house.

Here, eat.

Come on, grace, eat.

Grace.

Grace, eat.

Come on, grace.

Grace, eat. Come on.

Grace, eat. Come on.

Carrie: Come on, or I'll tell.

There's nobody here to tell.

Laura: Stop wiggling,

I'm almost through.

There. Let me see.

Albert, if I didn't know it was you...

Scary, huh?

Scary? Ha, you sure are.

You better put these chains on.

They're going to be here any minute.

Ok.

Careful.

Done.

He's in there.

How do you know?

Laura told me so.

We'll see.

What are you two doing here?

We want to see Albert.

I warned him, Laura.

I don't believe he's no werewolf.

Clarence, you told him the Ingalls' secret!

He made me.

Are you sure you want to see him?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure I want to see him.

Ok, I've got him chained in the barn,

but I'm not responsible if anything happens.

Good luck.

Look at him, Laura... He's worse than ever.

Must be you, Bart, because he hates you.

Clarence: Lord help US, he's breaking his chains!

Laura: He's loose! Run for your life!

Don't! Don't!

Please, make him stop!

There's only one thing that can stop him now,

and that's if you do what he wants.

- I'll do it! - Good.

Laura: You're going to behave in school from now on.

I'll do it! I'll do it!

And you're going to apologize to Ms. Wilder

and be nice to her.

I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do anything.

And you're going to tell her you're sorry for breaking her chair.

Carrie: Laura!

Laura, you better come inside!

Get in the house, Carrie.

Carrie: But grace won't eat.

And Albert, what are you doing with that paper rock you made?

Carrie: I'll play catch with you while Laura goes to feed the baby.

You better, Laura, or I'll tell mom

you used up all the glue on Albert's face.

Can't you take a joke?

- Go ok? - Yeah, everything went fine.

I told pa that you had to leave early

because you were carrying the Boulder, and Carrie didn't tell.

I said I wouldn't.

You also said you weren't going to come out of the house

last night, but you did.

It wasn't my fault.

It was nobody's fault.

It just didn't work out.

It was silly to try.

Well, at least you tried. Nobody else did.

Yeah.

Well, I guess there's just not much a person can do alone.

That's it!

- What's it? - Alone!

Why are we alone?

There are lots of kids at school who like Ms. Wilder

and don't want her to go.

So?

Sew the buttons on your shirt.

Come on, we got to get to school before Bartholomew.

Laura, wait up.

Albert: Laura, wait up!

Boy: Hey, Albert, what's that supposed to be?

Albert: What does it look like it is? It's a rock!

Boy: Hey! Albert: I'll throw it on you.

Boy: Why didn't you make something good, like a cast or something?

Albert: This is good. Boy: Oh, yeah?

Willie: Ain't nowhere near time for school.

Laura: Shut up, Willie.

Come here, all of you.

Albert, come up here.

See my brother's eye?

Bartholomew slater did that,

and we're losing a good teacher

because of the same Bartholomew.

Ain't nothing anybody could do,

he's too big!

There isn't anything that any one can do,

but there's plenty that all of US can do.

All: All of US?

Laura: Yeah, all of US.

This is our school...

US, the children,

and it's up to US to see that it's a good school where we can learn.

If the school board can't do that,

then we're just going to have to do it ourselves.

Here he comes, now.

Do we stick together, or don't we?

All: Yeah!

Whoa, there. Whoa.

You get home right after school, you hear?

Yes, pa.

I promised your ma, now. Get to school.

All right.

Morning, Mrs. Oleson.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Slater.

Uh, I'll be right with you.

Now, is there anything else for you?

No, thank you.

All right. Add that up.

You will be paying cash, I take it.

We will.

Good. That's $1.77.

Nice-looking eye you got there, werewolf.

Bartholomew, last night, you made some promises,

and I expect you to keep them.

Oh, you do?

Yeah.

You're going to behave in school,

and you're going to apologize to Ms. Wilder.

And who's going to make me?

Oh, my heavens.

Leave them be, sis.

Now, you, too!

That's my boy they're beating up on!

You're the one who told me

grownups should let kids handle things on their own.

Well, they're all just kids.

I... I would just like to say

I'm sorry for how bad I've been in class.

And I apologize and promise to be good

as long as you'll stay on here as teacher.

I don't know what to say.

All: Say "yes!"

All right. Yes!