Family Affair (1966) s01e07 Episode Script
Mrs. Beasley, Where Are You?
1
Mr. French, won't you come to the park
with us?
Oh, not this afternoon, Jody.
Cissy's taking you.
Then I won't go.
I thought you wanted to go.
Not with three girls.
Three?
Buffy, Cissy, and her.
Mrs. Beasley is not a girl.
She's a grown-up lady.
Girls and ladies are almost alike.
Please, Mr. French.
I'm sorry, Jody, but we must finish our
waxing and polishing.
Tell me, would you feel better about it if the odds
were whittled down to, say, two girls to one boy?
I guess so.
Buffy, would Mrs. Beasley give us the
pleasure of her company here?
You really want her to stay with you?
Oh, we'd be delighted.
All right.
Okay, let's go.
Come on.
Come on, Jody.
Better?
I'll walk ahead of him.
Let's go down the back way.
Mrs. Beasley.
Hiya, Mr. Davis.
Wearing that big weekend smile,
right?
Oh, yeah.
I got nothing to do for two days but sleep
and play golf and do a little mild socializing.
Oh, Davis.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, Nelson.
Yeah, how are you?
Correct.
I occupy the garage space next to yours.
That's right.
You got that low gray job.
It's gray except where your car door has
put blue paint chips.
Well, it works both ways, doesn't it?
My car's turning gray.
I don't like to be unreasonable,
but I do take pride in my car.
And 27 blue paint chips.
27?
You counted?
No, nobody counted.
Statistics are my business.
Oh, I see.
Well, now, look, Mr. Nelson, those spaces are kind of
narrow, and I'd say we kind of traded even when you
Well, I've just been talking to the apartment manager,
and I told him I think you should move your space.
There's another possibility you could move
yours.
Is that your last word?
No, it was my first thought.
Oh, I'm glad you're here, sir.
I'm afraid there's been an accident,
sir.
One of the kids?
Oh, no, sir, no, sir, Mrs. Beasley.
French, will you not
French, don't do that to me, will you?
What about Mrs. Beasley?
Oh, sir, I inadvertently brushed her off the terrace,
and when I went to look for her, she disappeared.
I looked everywhere down below,
but I couldn't find her, sir.
Buffy know about it?
No, sir.
She's in the park, but she left Mrs.
Beasley in my care, sir.
Well, let's just hope that Mrs. Beasley
turns up safe and sound.
Did you tell Scotty?
Yes, sir, yes, sir.
He promised to pass the word along to the
other tenants.
Okay.
Now, if you don't find the right Mrs.
Beasley, then you can go to the store of
Buffy and buy her another one,
okay?
But Mrs. Beasley is rather special,
sir.
French, I came into this building in a
mood of relaxed and glowing optimism,
and I'm going to hang on to it, in spite of
blue paint chips and disappearing dolls.
Hello.
This is Mr. Davis.
Mr. Davis, the accused paint chipper?
May I speak to the garage manager,
please?
Mrs. Nelson?
Yes?
I'm Bill Davis.
Is your husband home?
Yes, he is.
Won't you come in?
Oh.
Thank you.
This is the gentleman who's repainting our
car, dear, blow by blow.
I just wanted you to know that I called
the garage manager.
And you're going to move your space?
Well, I'm willing to move, but I find out
that the only garage space that's open is
over at the East Side Garage, and that's
four blocks away.
Now, I want to be a nice guy, but I'm no
Saint either.
Why don't you flip a coin?
I'll go for that.
Statistically, the odds against my
winning such George, take a chance.
All right.
Here's a quarter.
Go ahead, toss it.
I'll call.
Heads.
It's tails.
Okay, I move.
Not till after the weekend.
I have no hard feelings.
No, no, the walk will do me good.
Mommy, I decided Effie Boots should sleep
in my bed.
Oh, all right, dear.
This is our daughter, Melissa.
Melissa, this is Mr. Davis.
Hi.
Effie Boots is my new doll.
My daddy just brought her home.
Oh, she sure is unusual, isn't she?
Is she new?
Yeah, kid in the building's got one just
like it.
I was lucky to find it.
Do you have any more?
No, just that one.
Well, nice to meet you.
Bye.
I'm glad you're such a good loser.
I just hope whoever moves into my space has got a
paint job that harmonizes with your gray and my blue.
Maybe she found a new home.
I beg your pardon, sir?
Well, the Nelson girls got a new doll by
the name of Effie Boots.
She just got it today.
Mrs. Beasley, sir?
There's a very, very strong family
resemblance.
Well, I suppose there's hundreds of Mrs.
Beasleys in the world.
Oh, that seems hardly probable,
sir.
Well, we can't go around accusing anybody.
We've got proof, sir.
So, in the meantime
In the meantime, sir?
We're going to tell Buffy the truth.
Yes.
Hello, French.
Hello.
How was the park?
Oh, they had a wonderful time.
I met a kid who could hold his breath
until he turns blue.
That ought to come in handy.
I'm just going to practice.
Come on, sister.
I picked these.
You're not supposed to pick things in the
park, honey.
Cissy said it's okay to pick weeds.
I brought them for Mrs. Beasley.
Buffy, Mrs. Beasley isn't here.
Where is she?
Well.
Well.
Well, we're not sure.
See, she kind of slipped off the terrace,
and she's sort of disappeared.
Buffy, we haven't been able to locate her
as yet, but of course, we are still searching.
Sure.
She's just temporarily misplaced,
that's all.
You understand?
People you love always go away,
I know.
Oh, no, honey, she'll be back.
She'll probably turn up before dinner.
Now, in the meantime, why don't you and
French go out and buy another doll, huh?
Just to fill in, okay?
Okay.
Uncle Bill, what are we going to do about
Mrs. Beasley?
Well, honey, there's not much we can do
except just wait and hope she turns up.
If she doesn't, why, Buffy's going to have
to get herself another doll.
Well, it just isn't that easy,
Uncle Bill.
Mrs. Beasley isn't just a doll to Buffy.
Well, honey, I know she's attached to her,
but she is a doll.
No, Uncle Bill.
When we lost Mother and Dad, we were sent
to live in three different places.
Mrs. Beasley was the only friend Buffy
had.
I know.
All those nights when Buffy
woke up from a bad dream and
she wanted to call the mother
or daddy or me, she couldn't.
We weren't there.
So she reached out to the only person she
had left, Mrs. Beasley.
Mrs. Beasley.
She's not just a doll, Uncle Bill.
There's nothing I'd like better in the world
than to find her and bring her back to Buffy.
But what can I do, huh?
What kind of a doll would you like?
Buffy?
Whatever you say, Mr. French.
Buffy?
Buffy, can't you tell the lady what it is
you like about Mrs. Beasley?
I dislike her because she's Mrs. Beasley.
And you're looking for a doll to take her
place?
Nobody could do that.
Of course not, Buffy.
But while we're awaiting Mrs. Beasley's
safe return, which of these dolls would you like?
Mr. French?
Would it be all right if I wait for Mrs.
Beasley to help me decide?
Good.
night, Uncle Bill.
Good night, Uncle Bill.
Well, about that time already.
I'm going to go to bed myself pretty soon.
I got a big golf game tomorrow.
When are you going to teach me how to play
golf?
I think I better learn how myself first.
Good night.
Good night.
Jody!
Yes?
You know, it's going to be awfully lonely
sleeping without Mrs. Beasley.
I know.
Good night, Jody.
Good night, Buffy.
Buffy?
Yes?
Want to sleep with my turtle tonight?
No, thanks.
Buffy?
Are you awake?
Sort of.
Can't you go to sleep?
Uh-uh.
Neither can I.
Would you mind if I came over with you for
a while?
If you want to.
What you doing?
Nothing.
Well, it's too nice a day to do nothing.
Why don't you go over to the park with
French and he'll take you to the zoo?
Thanks, but I'll just stay here.
I thought you liked the zoo.
Somebody has to be here when Mrs. Beasley
gets back.
Why didn't you think of that?
Oh, shouldn't we?
Shouldn't you be leaving for your golf
game, sir?
Well, call Mike at the club and tell him
to go ahead with the others.
I'm going to be tied up.
Ah, yes, sir.
The Beasley matter, sir?
I'm going to have another little talk with
the Nelsons.
Hi.
Hi.
Can I talk to you a minute?
Sure, come on in.
Thank you.
Change your mind about moving?
No.
The deal's a deal.
Mr. Davis.
Hello, Ms. Nelson.
Uh, look.
I don't know exactly how to say this,
but, um, I've been thinking about that
doll that you brought home for your little
girl yesterday.
Effie Boots?
Yeah.
Uh, would you mind telling me where you
got it?
Well, Mr. Nelson bought it because it
looks so much like your little girl's.
Well, now, see, that's just the point.
Did you buy it, or did you maybe find it
someplace?
Hey, what is this?
Well, now, my little girl's got a doll
exactly like that one, and it fell off our
terrace about the same time you'd be
getting home.
Are you suggesting that I picked up your
niece's doll?
There's a remarkable resemblance.
Come to think of it, the doll wasn't wrapped
when Melissa took it out of your briefcase.
George, you did buy it.
Of course I bought it, from a man on the
street corner.
Look, I may be hard to get along with
about blue paint chips, but do I look like
the kind of a man who'd go around picking
up little girls' dolls?
Your niece would certainly know her own
doll.
Certainly she would, no doubt about it.
Then why don't you bring her up to see it?
Clara, whose side are you on?
You're putting me on trial.
An innocent man should be cleared.
I'll go get Buffy.
She's nice.
What's her name?
Effie Boots?
Buffy?
Couldn't that be Mrs. Beasley?
Oh, no, Uncle Bill.
She's not anything like Mrs. Beasley.
Mrs. Beasley.
I would call that complete vindication.
Okay, Buffy.
Maybe you and Melissa can get together for
a little tea party or something.
When Mrs. Beasley gets back.
Uh-huh.
Well, what can I say?
Doll looks so much like Mrs. Beasley.
Yeah, guess I'm getting desperate.
Oh, forget it.
You two had such a good case against me,
I was beginning to suspect myself.
I hope you're fine, Mrs. Beasley.
Good morning.
Uh, I have a rather strange request.
I'm
I'm trying to find this doll.
She She's, uh
Oh.
Oh, thanks for letting me look around,
Diane.
I know the maid said it didn't land here,
but then you never can tell.
Bill, aren't you taking this a little too
seriously?
You know, any child's upset
when they lose a favorite toy, but,
well, maybe if you give her
a little time, she'll be happy.
She'll get over it.
Well, that's very reassuring
to you and to me, but it's
not much for a six-year-old
to hang on to in the dark.
It's not.
Oh, such a little thing she wants,
French.
Plain old, inexpensive doll, and I can't
give it to her.
Well, Mrs. Beasley started at point A.
She never got to point B.
Now, where did she go?
Excuse me, sir.
Good afternoon.
Miss Pendleton was wondering, has Mr.
Davis found the doll yet?
Not yet, I'm afraid, no.
May I?
Oh, thank you, Mr. French.
Very kind of you.
Not at all.
Even emptying a wastebasket.
You're every inch a gentleman.
Thank you, I appreciate the company.
Excuse me.
My, I didn't know you had such a good view
of my terrace from here.
I'm going to have to be more careful.
Good evening.
May I take your stove, Miss Pendleton?
Oh, no, thank you.
It's a little cool.
I think I'll keep it here.
Buffy in bed?
Yes, son.
Apparently asleep.
Excuse me, sir.
Well, I'm sorry I've been such a wet
blanket tonight.
That's all right.
Dinner was lovely.
You know, when a man isn't in a dancing
mood, he's not in a dancing mood.
You know, it's nice here.
It's quiet and peaceful.
Except it's a little cool.
I think I'd like my stove.
Bill, my purse.
Hey, now, the purse landed on the terrace.
Why didn't Mrs. Beasley?
He slid down the umbrella and landed right
there.
Yeah.
Well, then Mrs. Beasley should have done the same thing
unless you moved that Did you move that umbrella?
No.
Well, everything's exactly the same as
yesterday.
Except Except what?
Except yesterday, the basket for my
clippings was sitting right there.
Come on.
We got some.
Oh, excuse us.
Help yourself.
I got no monopoly.
Thank you.
Say, uh, did you happen to come across a
doll that's about that big with a blue
polka dot dress that's got a kind of a
funny-looking sad smile on it?
If you want dolls, your best bet is the
West Side.
A lot of dolls in that trash.
You folks own a scavenger hunt?
No, this is very important.
That's life.
You'd be surprised the people I meet.
Everybody has his approach.
Bill, look.
Why, what?
It's an old sweater.
I'm not that choosy.
There she is.
I've none the worse for wear.
Mrs. Beasley, am I glad to see you.
Now look at her.
You've got to admire her courage,
don't you?
Still smiling after all she's been
through.
Thank you, sir.
It's all yours.
Come back any time.
Competition is delightful.
Lifeblood of free enterprise.
Hi.
Hi.
I just had a dream.
I dreamed Mrs. Beasley came back.
Well, dreams come true sometimes,
you know.
She'll tell you all about it in the
morning.
Now you two go to sleep, huh?
We will, Uncle Bill.
Good night.
Good night.
What?
All of a sudden, I feel like going
dancing.
So do I.
What are you doing up?
My turtle's gone.
I woke up, and he's gone.
We gotta find him, Uncle Bill.
We just got to.
Can we find him, Uncle Bill?
Sure.
We just got to.
Mr. French, won't you come to the park
with us?
Oh, not this afternoon, Jody.
Cissy's taking you.
Then I won't go.
I thought you wanted to go.
Not with three girls.
Three?
Buffy, Cissy, and her.
Mrs. Beasley is not a girl.
She's a grown-up lady.
Girls and ladies are almost alike.
Please, Mr. French.
I'm sorry, Jody, but we must finish our
waxing and polishing.
Tell me, would you feel better about it if the odds
were whittled down to, say, two girls to one boy?
I guess so.
Buffy, would Mrs. Beasley give us the
pleasure of her company here?
You really want her to stay with you?
Oh, we'd be delighted.
All right.
Okay, let's go.
Come on.
Come on, Jody.
Better?
I'll walk ahead of him.
Let's go down the back way.
Mrs. Beasley.
Hiya, Mr. Davis.
Wearing that big weekend smile,
right?
Oh, yeah.
I got nothing to do for two days but sleep
and play golf and do a little mild socializing.
Oh, Davis.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, Nelson.
Yeah, how are you?
Correct.
I occupy the garage space next to yours.
That's right.
You got that low gray job.
It's gray except where your car door has
put blue paint chips.
Well, it works both ways, doesn't it?
My car's turning gray.
I don't like to be unreasonable,
but I do take pride in my car.
And 27 blue paint chips.
27?
You counted?
No, nobody counted.
Statistics are my business.
Oh, I see.
Well, now, look, Mr. Nelson, those spaces are kind of
narrow, and I'd say we kind of traded even when you
Well, I've just been talking to the apartment manager,
and I told him I think you should move your space.
There's another possibility you could move
yours.
Is that your last word?
No, it was my first thought.
Oh, I'm glad you're here, sir.
I'm afraid there's been an accident,
sir.
One of the kids?
Oh, no, sir, no, sir, Mrs. Beasley.
French, will you not
French, don't do that to me, will you?
What about Mrs. Beasley?
Oh, sir, I inadvertently brushed her off the terrace,
and when I went to look for her, she disappeared.
I looked everywhere down below,
but I couldn't find her, sir.
Buffy know about it?
No, sir.
She's in the park, but she left Mrs.
Beasley in my care, sir.
Well, let's just hope that Mrs. Beasley
turns up safe and sound.
Did you tell Scotty?
Yes, sir, yes, sir.
He promised to pass the word along to the
other tenants.
Okay.
Now, if you don't find the right Mrs.
Beasley, then you can go to the store of
Buffy and buy her another one,
okay?
But Mrs. Beasley is rather special,
sir.
French, I came into this building in a
mood of relaxed and glowing optimism,
and I'm going to hang on to it, in spite of
blue paint chips and disappearing dolls.
Hello.
This is Mr. Davis.
Mr. Davis, the accused paint chipper?
May I speak to the garage manager,
please?
Mrs. Nelson?
Yes?
I'm Bill Davis.
Is your husband home?
Yes, he is.
Won't you come in?
Oh.
Thank you.
This is the gentleman who's repainting our
car, dear, blow by blow.
I just wanted you to know that I called
the garage manager.
And you're going to move your space?
Well, I'm willing to move, but I find out
that the only garage space that's open is
over at the East Side Garage, and that's
four blocks away.
Now, I want to be a nice guy, but I'm no
Saint either.
Why don't you flip a coin?
I'll go for that.
Statistically, the odds against my
winning such George, take a chance.
All right.
Here's a quarter.
Go ahead, toss it.
I'll call.
Heads.
It's tails.
Okay, I move.
Not till after the weekend.
I have no hard feelings.
No, no, the walk will do me good.
Mommy, I decided Effie Boots should sleep
in my bed.
Oh, all right, dear.
This is our daughter, Melissa.
Melissa, this is Mr. Davis.
Hi.
Effie Boots is my new doll.
My daddy just brought her home.
Oh, she sure is unusual, isn't she?
Is she new?
Yeah, kid in the building's got one just
like it.
I was lucky to find it.
Do you have any more?
No, just that one.
Well, nice to meet you.
Bye.
I'm glad you're such a good loser.
I just hope whoever moves into my space has got a
paint job that harmonizes with your gray and my blue.
Maybe she found a new home.
I beg your pardon, sir?
Well, the Nelson girls got a new doll by
the name of Effie Boots.
She just got it today.
Mrs. Beasley, sir?
There's a very, very strong family
resemblance.
Well, I suppose there's hundreds of Mrs.
Beasleys in the world.
Oh, that seems hardly probable,
sir.
Well, we can't go around accusing anybody.
We've got proof, sir.
So, in the meantime
In the meantime, sir?
We're going to tell Buffy the truth.
Yes.
Hello, French.
Hello.
How was the park?
Oh, they had a wonderful time.
I met a kid who could hold his breath
until he turns blue.
That ought to come in handy.
I'm just going to practice.
Come on, sister.
I picked these.
You're not supposed to pick things in the
park, honey.
Cissy said it's okay to pick weeds.
I brought them for Mrs. Beasley.
Buffy, Mrs. Beasley isn't here.
Where is she?
Well.
Well.
Well, we're not sure.
See, she kind of slipped off the terrace,
and she's sort of disappeared.
Buffy, we haven't been able to locate her
as yet, but of course, we are still searching.
Sure.
She's just temporarily misplaced,
that's all.
You understand?
People you love always go away,
I know.
Oh, no, honey, she'll be back.
She'll probably turn up before dinner.
Now, in the meantime, why don't you and
French go out and buy another doll, huh?
Just to fill in, okay?
Okay.
Uncle Bill, what are we going to do about
Mrs. Beasley?
Well, honey, there's not much we can do
except just wait and hope she turns up.
If she doesn't, why, Buffy's going to have
to get herself another doll.
Well, it just isn't that easy,
Uncle Bill.
Mrs. Beasley isn't just a doll to Buffy.
Well, honey, I know she's attached to her,
but she is a doll.
No, Uncle Bill.
When we lost Mother and Dad, we were sent
to live in three different places.
Mrs. Beasley was the only friend Buffy
had.
I know.
All those nights when Buffy
woke up from a bad dream and
she wanted to call the mother
or daddy or me, she couldn't.
We weren't there.
So she reached out to the only person she
had left, Mrs. Beasley.
Mrs. Beasley.
She's not just a doll, Uncle Bill.
There's nothing I'd like better in the world
than to find her and bring her back to Buffy.
But what can I do, huh?
What kind of a doll would you like?
Buffy?
Whatever you say, Mr. French.
Buffy?
Buffy, can't you tell the lady what it is
you like about Mrs. Beasley?
I dislike her because she's Mrs. Beasley.
And you're looking for a doll to take her
place?
Nobody could do that.
Of course not, Buffy.
But while we're awaiting Mrs. Beasley's
safe return, which of these dolls would you like?
Mr. French?
Would it be all right if I wait for Mrs.
Beasley to help me decide?
Good.
night, Uncle Bill.
Good night, Uncle Bill.
Well, about that time already.
I'm going to go to bed myself pretty soon.
I got a big golf game tomorrow.
When are you going to teach me how to play
golf?
I think I better learn how myself first.
Good night.
Good night.
Jody!
Yes?
You know, it's going to be awfully lonely
sleeping without Mrs. Beasley.
I know.
Good night, Jody.
Good night, Buffy.
Buffy?
Yes?
Want to sleep with my turtle tonight?
No, thanks.
Buffy?
Are you awake?
Sort of.
Can't you go to sleep?
Uh-uh.
Neither can I.
Would you mind if I came over with you for
a while?
If you want to.
What you doing?
Nothing.
Well, it's too nice a day to do nothing.
Why don't you go over to the park with
French and he'll take you to the zoo?
Thanks, but I'll just stay here.
I thought you liked the zoo.
Somebody has to be here when Mrs. Beasley
gets back.
Why didn't you think of that?
Oh, shouldn't we?
Shouldn't you be leaving for your golf
game, sir?
Well, call Mike at the club and tell him
to go ahead with the others.
I'm going to be tied up.
Ah, yes, sir.
The Beasley matter, sir?
I'm going to have another little talk with
the Nelsons.
Hi.
Hi.
Can I talk to you a minute?
Sure, come on in.
Thank you.
Change your mind about moving?
No.
The deal's a deal.
Mr. Davis.
Hello, Ms. Nelson.
Uh, look.
I don't know exactly how to say this,
but, um, I've been thinking about that
doll that you brought home for your little
girl yesterday.
Effie Boots?
Yeah.
Uh, would you mind telling me where you
got it?
Well, Mr. Nelson bought it because it
looks so much like your little girl's.
Well, now, see, that's just the point.
Did you buy it, or did you maybe find it
someplace?
Hey, what is this?
Well, now, my little girl's got a doll
exactly like that one, and it fell off our
terrace about the same time you'd be
getting home.
Are you suggesting that I picked up your
niece's doll?
There's a remarkable resemblance.
Come to think of it, the doll wasn't wrapped
when Melissa took it out of your briefcase.
George, you did buy it.
Of course I bought it, from a man on the
street corner.
Look, I may be hard to get along with
about blue paint chips, but do I look like
the kind of a man who'd go around picking
up little girls' dolls?
Your niece would certainly know her own
doll.
Certainly she would, no doubt about it.
Then why don't you bring her up to see it?
Clara, whose side are you on?
You're putting me on trial.
An innocent man should be cleared.
I'll go get Buffy.
She's nice.
What's her name?
Effie Boots?
Buffy?
Couldn't that be Mrs. Beasley?
Oh, no, Uncle Bill.
She's not anything like Mrs. Beasley.
Mrs. Beasley.
I would call that complete vindication.
Okay, Buffy.
Maybe you and Melissa can get together for
a little tea party or something.
When Mrs. Beasley gets back.
Uh-huh.
Well, what can I say?
Doll looks so much like Mrs. Beasley.
Yeah, guess I'm getting desperate.
Oh, forget it.
You two had such a good case against me,
I was beginning to suspect myself.
I hope you're fine, Mrs. Beasley.
Good morning.
Uh, I have a rather strange request.
I'm
I'm trying to find this doll.
She She's, uh
Oh.
Oh, thanks for letting me look around,
Diane.
I know the maid said it didn't land here,
but then you never can tell.
Bill, aren't you taking this a little too
seriously?
You know, any child's upset
when they lose a favorite toy, but,
well, maybe if you give her
a little time, she'll be happy.
She'll get over it.
Well, that's very reassuring
to you and to me, but it's
not much for a six-year-old
to hang on to in the dark.
It's not.
Oh, such a little thing she wants,
French.
Plain old, inexpensive doll, and I can't
give it to her.
Well, Mrs. Beasley started at point A.
She never got to point B.
Now, where did she go?
Excuse me, sir.
Good afternoon.
Miss Pendleton was wondering, has Mr.
Davis found the doll yet?
Not yet, I'm afraid, no.
May I?
Oh, thank you, Mr. French.
Very kind of you.
Not at all.
Even emptying a wastebasket.
You're every inch a gentleman.
Thank you, I appreciate the company.
Excuse me.
My, I didn't know you had such a good view
of my terrace from here.
I'm going to have to be more careful.
Good evening.
May I take your stove, Miss Pendleton?
Oh, no, thank you.
It's a little cool.
I think I'll keep it here.
Buffy in bed?
Yes, son.
Apparently asleep.
Excuse me, sir.
Well, I'm sorry I've been such a wet
blanket tonight.
That's all right.
Dinner was lovely.
You know, when a man isn't in a dancing
mood, he's not in a dancing mood.
You know, it's nice here.
It's quiet and peaceful.
Except it's a little cool.
I think I'd like my stove.
Bill, my purse.
Hey, now, the purse landed on the terrace.
Why didn't Mrs. Beasley?
He slid down the umbrella and landed right
there.
Yeah.
Well, then Mrs. Beasley should have done the same thing
unless you moved that Did you move that umbrella?
No.
Well, everything's exactly the same as
yesterday.
Except Except what?
Except yesterday, the basket for my
clippings was sitting right there.
Come on.
We got some.
Oh, excuse us.
Help yourself.
I got no monopoly.
Thank you.
Say, uh, did you happen to come across a
doll that's about that big with a blue
polka dot dress that's got a kind of a
funny-looking sad smile on it?
If you want dolls, your best bet is the
West Side.
A lot of dolls in that trash.
You folks own a scavenger hunt?
No, this is very important.
That's life.
You'd be surprised the people I meet.
Everybody has his approach.
Bill, look.
Why, what?
It's an old sweater.
I'm not that choosy.
There she is.
I've none the worse for wear.
Mrs. Beasley, am I glad to see you.
Now look at her.
You've got to admire her courage,
don't you?
Still smiling after all she's been
through.
Thank you, sir.
It's all yours.
Come back any time.
Competition is delightful.
Lifeblood of free enterprise.
Hi.
Hi.
I just had a dream.
I dreamed Mrs. Beasley came back.
Well, dreams come true sometimes,
you know.
She'll tell you all about it in the
morning.
Now you two go to sleep, huh?
We will, Uncle Bill.
Good night.
Good night.
What?
All of a sudden, I feel like going
dancing.
So do I.
What are you doing up?
My turtle's gone.
I woke up, and he's gone.
We gotta find him, Uncle Bill.
We just got to.
Can we find him, Uncle Bill?
Sure.
We just got to.