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Honey, I'm home.

SAM:
In here, dear.

I came home early to help
you get ready for the folks.

You!

Never judge a gift
by its wrapping.

Darrin.

Mother's going to join us
for dinner.

Sam, my parents
are coming over.

Now, that's what I call
a gracious host.

Look, my parents
are coming to town

to see the baby
for the first time.

I would like the evening
to go smoothly.

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, it will, Darrin.
It will.

Mother's given her solemn oath
to behave herself.

Haven't you, Mother?

Yes.

Why, she even bought
Tabatha a present.

Look.

Isn't he cute?

May I see that
for a minute?

All right, what does he do?

Suddenly turn into
a real bear?

Sing the second act
from La Traviata?

It sits on the shelf

in a department store,
and people buy it.

It's not magic,
just 8.95.

Do you swear there's nothing
funny about this bear?

Darrin, really!

Sam, I've been
burned too often.

Do you swear?

Well, if you're going to be
boorish about it, yes.

All right.

Now, I thank you.

I think I'll go
change for dinner.

The bear is all right.
It's the box that's magic.

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I was wondering--
Tell me, Mrs. Stephens--

Oh, please, please.
Go right ahead.

Well, I was just
wondering if, uh--

If you've been over here
very often

since the baby was born.

Oh, just as often
as I could.

There's so much work to do when
there's a new baby in the house.

Do you think that's wise?

"Wise," Mrs. Stephens?

Well, I mean, if it was me,

I'd-- I'd worry about, uh...

About, uh... About meddling.

Well, I scarcely think

Samantha would consider
her own mother a meddler.

Grandpa and Grandma will be up
in a little while to see you.

[BABBLES]
Shh.

Yes, they will.

No, I would say

she definitely takes
after my side of the family.

Of course, it's so hard to tell
at this age.

She's still so young.

ENDORA:
Well, I can tell.

Those little expressions,
those mannerisms.

Of course, I've seen her
so often.

This will be your first time,
won't it?

Tabatha is just waking up.

We'll run up and see her
in a minute.

Mrs. Stephens, I was noticing
Tabatha certainly has your eyes.

Oh, really?

Yes, yes.

The resemblance
is quite remarkable.

Of course at this age,
her eyes are still changing.

Still, I would have thought
those little flecks of gold--

Where's Darrin?

Oh, he's out in the kitchen
with his father.

Frank is probably talking
his ear off

about another one of those
I-hate-being-retired schemes.

Well, I'll go see
if I can pry them loose.

PHYLLIS:
Yes, do.

ENDORA:
As I was saying,

Samantha's grandmother

had just those same little
flecks of gold in her eyes too.

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

I've been
telling Darrin

about this fellow we met
on the trip.

Seems that he's in
the vending machine game.

He's got this
terrific idea.

Vending machines
for cocktail lounges.

Oh.
What do you think of it?

Press a button, zap,
out comes a Manhattan.

All he needs is
a little capital.

Pop, I don't think--

"I don't think it's such
a terrific idea."

Your husband
doesn't like it.

I just don't see
any sense in retiring

and then spending
all your time

figuring out how
to go back to work.

You don't?

Well, can't you just relax,
take it easy?

You're just like
your mother.

"Now we can travel,
Frank."

"Just like we've
always wanted, Frank."

Ugh!

What's wrong with that?

Well, I'd like
to meet the guy

whoever said that
travel was relaxing.

Two hours of museum
takes more out of me

than a full day
at the plant.

Right now, you can travel
into the living room with this.

Then we can all relax.

At your service,
Ma'am.

That is the fourth harebrained
scheme he's told me about.

Now, he's gonna take
a crazy flyer in something

if somebody doesn't stop him.

You stop him.
Right now, I've gotta
head off mother.

Trouble?

Well, they're not exactly
having a love feast.

Any bloodshed?

Not yet.

They're still at the "kill 'em
with kindness" stage.

You see, all you do
is press this button

and zip, out comes
a Tom Collins.

Zap, an old-fashioned.

What do you think of it?

It's a little
primitive.

But it's interesting.

I'm all for
labor-saving devices.

FRANK:
Phyllis, you see, here's a woman
with some imagination.

Yes. Yes, one can see that
from the way she dresses.

Oh, thank you.

Can I freshen anyone's drink?

Oh, Darrin.

Oh! I couldn't have done
better myself.

Mrs. Stephens, have you, uh,
tried the cheese crackers?

Mmmm, oh, yes, yes, dear.

Absolutely delicious.

Perhaps a touch more lemon,
the next time.

I do envy you,
Mrs. Stephens,

for being so domestic.

Personally, I'm not much
of a homemaker.

No, you're more the
woman-of-the-world type.

A career woman

with a great head
for business.

Oh, Pop, can I refill
your drink?

Well, just sweeten it up
a little.

No ice, please.

FRANK:
Tell me,

your candid opinion.

Mmm-hmm
If you were me,

would you get mixed up
in this vending machine deal?

Mother?

What?

Why don't you come out

and help me I the kitchen?

Oh, certainly, darling.

You know, I'm on
sort of a sabbatical.

But I see no reason why
an energetic man like you

shouldn't get involved
in whatever he wants.

Careful, dear.

Your back.

Uh, Frank.
Yes?

Where's the present
we brought for Tabatha?

Oh, it's right here.

Oh, Mrs. Stephens.

There was
really no need,

after all the things
you've sent.

Well, if Mrs. Stephens
wasn't able to see Tabatha,

it's very nice
to send presents.

I just couldn't resist this.

Isn't he precious?

I think
I hear Tabatha.

E-e-excuse me.

ENDORA:
Oh, let me go.

After all, what are
grandparents for?

Darrin, dear, you seem
a little nervous tonight.

Is there something the matter?

No, no,
I'm happy as a clam.

I'm just excited
that you two are here.

Darrin.

Yes, sweetheart.

Those olives aren't pitted.

I thought they were
kind of crunchy.

Rhebus, phoebus
Abatha, dabatha

A dancing bear be

When you hear
The name Tabatha

Tabatha.

He really is adorable,
Mrs. Stephens.

I know Tabatha is going to
love him.

[TABATHA CRIES]

Yup. She's awake.
I'll bring her down.

I really am concerned
about Darrin.

I've never seen him
so fidgety.

Ahh, you're just
imagining things.

He's probably got
a lot on his mind.

He's fine. Really.

You like the dancing bear.

All you had to do
was get rid of the bear.

Could I help it
if she wouldn't part with it?

Hello, sweetheart.

Did you have a nice nap?

[CRIES]

[STOPS CRYING]

What did you do to her?

I made her fall passionately
in love with the teddy bear.

Well, you can just make her
fall passionately out of love

with the teddy bear.

Oh, don't be such a ninny.

She simply likes the toy.

Don't worry, sweetheart.

You'll have another bear
in just a minute.

[CRIES]

I'm sorry, but some day
you'll understand.

Sam, why don't you
bring the folks up.

It's all right.
We'll get it.

SAM:
What a shame she
should be crying

when you see her
for the first time.

PHYLLIS:
Don't be silly, dear.

Children are always a little
cranky when they wake up.

FRANK:
Well, it proves

she's got a good set
of lungs.

Well, here she is
in all her glory.

She's beautiful.

And I have just the thing
for her, a little playmate.

A nice, fuzzy teddy be--

Oh.

Uh, did you see that, mother?

We walk in and
she stops crying.

That's quite a girl you've got
there, Darrin, Samantha.

It looks like you're a little
late with your teddy bear.

If I'd known
she already had one--

Oh, Samantha,
you should've told me.

Well, as a matter of fact--

Samantha was so busy
fixing dinner,

she just forgot I brought it.

You brought it?

Well, I think
that's terrific.

She'll be the only girl
on the block

with two teddy bears.

Make it three

and you can change
her name to Goldilocks.

Mother,
What, dear?

Mother, why don't you run down
and see if the roast is ready.

Certainly, darling.

I'm always glad to help out.

Mom, uh, why don't you
give her your bear.

Here you are, darling.

Now the teddy bear has a friend.

[CRIES]

Looks like she's
a one-bear girl.

Don't be silly.

She couldn't possibly
know which is which.

See?

[STOPS CRYING]

Can't tell
the difference, huh?

Yes, sir,
she's quite a girl.

Well...

Shall we all go downstairs
and have a drink?

Yeah, yes.

Uh, you run along.
I'll be down in a moment.

Run along.

Go on, run.

What's going on?

I don't know.

All right, Tabatha.
Now, we'll just--

Oh, no!

Anything wrong?

Oh, no, no!

Will you look at that!

It's really nothing.

Just a dancing bear.

Well, no wonder
she liked this one.

Incredible what they can do
with children's toys nowadays,

isn't it?

This bear is identical
to the one I brought.

Look.

Look, the same brand.

Mine doesn't dance.

Let me have a look at that.

Well, actually it, uh--
It is the same bear,

but, uh, I fooled around
with it a little.

You know how I love
to tinker, Pop.

Yes, yes, I do.

Well, it's really very simple.

Um, you just invert the positive
and the negative poles,

and that causes...

a reverse magnetic field.

And then--

It's the old "Mexican
jumping bean" principle.

The "old Mexican
jumping bean" principle,

and zap, the bear dances.

Son, did you really make
that bear dance?

"Old Mexican
jumping bean" principle.

That's terrific.

It is?

This is just what
I've been looking for.

Now, you leave
everything to me.

I'll find a manufacturer
and arrange the financing.

Your office can handle
the advertising campaign.

Son, we are going to make
a million dollars

selling dancing bears.

Pop, no.

Frank,
for heaven's sake.

Phyllis, we've raised
a genius.

If everything goes the way
I think it will,

within six months we'll have
Oscar, the Dancing Bear

in every crib in the country.

Samantha, do you mind

if I go lie down
for a few minutes?

I think I'm getting one
of my sick headaches.

[CRIES]

Here you are,
Tabatha.

Pop, we can't go leaping
into something like this

without talking about it first.

You've been where?

Oh, no.

You better come over here
this afternoon.

Pop!

Pop!

Don't you ever
get tired?

Your father?

Yeah, he's coming over
this afternoon

with a toy manufacturer.

Now, how am I going to
explain a dancing bear

with nothing inside of it
to make it dance?

Will you please sit still?

Darrin, I've tried all morning
to un-hex him.

Mother's the only one that can,
and she won't show up.

You better try
your mother again.

I'm going upstairs
and try to remember

that murder is
against the law.

Oh, I'll say one thing.

You're a marvelous pacifier.

I'm glad to see
one's gift is appreciated.

Hello, dear little one.

Mother.

Yes?

Take the spell off that bear.

Why, Samantha, what makes you
think I did it?

Now, I hate to say this,

but as long as that bear
keeps dancing,

your granddaughter
is off limits.

I don't know where you learned
to be so cruel.

It must be the mortal influence.

Oh, very well.

Mudred, milgrig, polidor

A dance bear
You'll be no more

Thank you.

[CRIES]

I hope you're satisfied.

Come on, sweetie.

You'll feel better
after you've had your lunch.

She'll just have to learn
to get along in a world

without witchcraft.

Now, we'll fix you up
nice and clean.

Is the bear defused?

Yes.

Mother finally
saw it my way.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hello, dear.

Hello, Samantha.

What's the matter
with my baby?

I think she's a little
disenchanted with her bear.

Well, maybe grandmother has
something to take its place.

How about a nice,
friendly clown?

Oh, that's darling.

Oh, aren't you precious.

Mom, you sure
turned the trick.

Absolutely.

I was just going to
take her up for a bath.

Would you like to do it,
Mrs. Stephens?

Oh, I'd love to, Samantha.
Thank you, dear.

Come along, sweetie.

Up you go.

You and the nice funny clown
can have a nap.

Would you like that,
dear?

I'll make some tea.

In the battle
of the grandmothers,

your mother
is current leader.

Oscar, my boy.

You're about to make a comeback.

She doesn't like too many toys
in her crib.

Well, she'll like this one.

Sleep well, little--

Shhh.

Tabatha.

So, I'm sorry to have brought
you all the way out here,

Mr. Hockstedder,

but I'm afraid the toy
just doesn't work anymore.

But, Darrin, last night
it worked perfectly.

I know, Pop,
but today, nothing.

I'll show you.

Honey, where's the bear?

It's in the din--

Oh, I guess it's
in Tabatha's room.

Excuse me.

Would you like some more coffee,
Mr. Hockstedder?

Oh, no, thank you,
ma'am.

I just can't understand it.

It doesn't matter,
Mr. Stephens.

In my line, you've got to
follow up every crackpot--

Uh, amateur invention.

You never know when somebody's
going to come up with something.

But, frankly, it almost always
turns out this way.

Last night, that bear was
a regular Nureyev.

Look, I've got
a research department

at my plant that would knock
your eye out.

The Air Force develops
a new missile and the next week,

we've got it in plastic.

Once one of my boys
developed a ray gun,

and the government
bought it from us.

The way things are going,

the Hockstedder wind-up
and battery-driven spaceman

will be on the moon
before the astronauts.

So, how can you expect
a crackpot-- Uh, amateur--

There we are.

Well, here he is.

See? Just sits there.

Tabatha is sound asleep, honey.

That's a knockout!

Let me see this.

Son, you're a genius.

How did you fix it?

Uh...

No windup key, no batteries.

Remote control, huh?

I guess you might say that.

Excuse me.

Gentlemen, I got where I am
by not being afraid

to make decisions.

Which one of you has
the controlling interest?

Well, it's my son's invention,
but I guess it's 50-50.

HOCKSTEDDER:
Okay.

I just made a decision.

I want 200,000 of these
on the market

as soon as my plant can
turn them out.

Name your terms.

No.

What "no"?

I haven't even started
bargaining yet.

I mean, there are
innumerable difficulties.

Just tell me your problems,

and my research boys will
iron them out.

Uh, Mr. Hockstedder,
we have something else

I think you might be
interested in.

A toy baby.

Terrific! Wind it up, please.

This is our daughter.

Oh. Coo-chi-coo, kid.

What other toys
have you got?

Anti-missile missile?

Death ray gun?

By any chance have you got
a germ-warfare kit?

No, not exactly.

Uh, Mother, Mrs. Stephens,

would you come in here
for a moment?

Now, Mr. Hockstedder,

this is rather like
the dancing bear.

My husband put in the mechanism
just before you arrived.

What are you
trying to do?

Get us out of this.

Mister, you've got
a great future in toys.

I'm in for the same number
of clowns.

How about it?

Oh, uh, she's
very attached to it.

Here you are, darling.

Well, have we got a deal or not?

Don't you think we should
consult our parents first, dear?

FRANK:
Well, of course
we've got a deal.

That's what Mr. Hockstedder
is here for.

How about you,
Mrs. Stephens?

Me?

It really is rather
a wonderful opportunity.

But on the other hand,
it's kind of a shame.

You see, now, Tabatha

is the only little girl
with dancing toys.

If they're mass-produced,
every baby will have one.

Well, if I have any voice
in this, I say no.

I have no intention
of going into business.

I just wanted to
bring home a toy

that my granddaughter
would like.

Oh, she does, Mom.

And the bear.
She's crazy about the bear too.

May I ask what's going on?

Mrs. Stephens,
I'm truly touched.

To think that you'd give up all
that money just for Tabatha.

Just a moment, just a moment.

If I'm not mistaken,
it was I who brought Tabatha

the teddy bear.

That makes me a partner too.

Am I not right, Samantha?

Well, yes.

In a way, Mother was really
the driving force

behind the whole deal.

And I will not allow
crass commercialism

to make my granddaughter
just one of the crowd.

It's a tough decision.

What do you think, Pop?

I'm sorry, Hockstedder.

No deal.

I think you're all cracking up.

BOTH:
My granddaughter is--

If Thomas Edison would've gotten
mixed up with this crowd,

he'd be the only man
with a light bulb in his house.

This is not the spirit
that made our country great.

Excuse me.

We're really very sorry,
Mr. Hockstedder.

Don't worry about it.

If he can make a dancing bear
and an acrobatic clown,

my research staff can too.

Like that.

I doubt it.

[TABATHA CRIES]

Sam, you've got
to do something.

It's almost midnight.

Well, I don't know what.

If I leave them in the crib,
she stays awake watching them.

If I put them away,
she cries.

This could go on for hours.

Isn't there anything you can do?

Wait a minute.

I can't stop them from dancing
when they're in the crib...

but maybe I can change
the rhythm.

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