My Three Sons (1960) s01e22 Episode Script
Man in a Trenchcoat
1
Hurry up, Robbie.
Okay, hang on.
I want to go.
Come on.
Hey, just as I get this thing up.
What's that?
You there.
You kid.
What are you doing?
Well, we were putting this up, Captain, sir.
Uh, this one.
Uh, it came off and we were putting it back on.
Is that your car?
Well, no, sir.
What's your name?
Honest, Mr. I
Robbie.
What's going on out there?
Hey, come on back here.
Hear me?
Get back here.
Quiet, Tramp.
Quiet.
Behave.
What's all the noise, Bub?
Oh, every time the Pearsons have visitors,
Tramp's got to broadcast it to the whole neighborhood.
Knock it off, will you, Tramp?
Well, what do you know he did?
Boy, I'm going to have to speak to Robbie
about these books he's reading all the time.
What's wrong now?
Holiday for blackmail under his bed.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll get it. I don't mind.
Confessions of a Shoplifter and Why I Gave
It Up under his pillow.
Boy, you should see the stack he's got in his closet.
As I turned the corner, so did the footsteps behind me.
I knew I was being followed.
Why did we have to come in this stupid place for, anyway?
Why couldn't we go to the malt shop?
Because.
Everybody knows.
That's a hangout for kids.
Besides, what if the guy tried to follow us or check there?
We'd probably run into somebody we know.
Well, wouldn't that be terrible?
Are you ashamed of me or something?
Well, it's just that I don't want Vivian
to find out that I had a date with you.
Oh, who cares about silly old Vivian Gibson?
Well, I do.
After all, I'm going steady with her.
Well, that didn't make much difference to
you when you asked me for a date.
You asked me.
What?
Well, practically.
Robbie, do you think you could help me
some with my algebra tonight?
I really would appreciate it.
Brother! That's where the trouble started.
We could have been put in jail over that darn hubcap.
If you wanted to be a really suave boy,
you'd say it was worth it.
We close in ten minutes.
- Oh, Robbie.
- Ah!
Don't do that!
It's a bundle of nerves.
That's what those darn mystery stories are doing to you.
Put your hands down.
This isn't loaded, you know.
I've been wanting to talk to you about this.
Now, look, Rob, everybody enjoys reading a
good mystery story once in a while,
but there's so many wonderful things you
ought to be reading now.
- Things like
- Gee, Dad, I mean, mystery books are so educational.
Well, entertaining, maybe.
I'd hardly say educational.
Well, a guy can learn a lot about life from it.
Oh? Like what?
Well, take you, for instance.
Now, suppose you're a guy who's running around with this
sharp-looking nightclub singer
and there's this nice girl that you like a lot.
You know, she comes from a nice family and all, and
and you don't want her to find out about this blonde chic.
Um hum - But then, pow!
You get mixed up in this shady deal, and
And so I get nabbed, I've got to serve her a wrap,
and when the nice girl finds out
about it, she gives me the air, huh?
Yeah. How did you know?
What about this shadowy figure that keeps
tailing me all the time?
And where's the friendly private eye who's
going to get me out of all this mess?
Yeah, that's what I'd like to know.
Look, Rob, this isn't life.
This is just a formula for selling these
books you've been reading.
Do me a favor, will you?
Cut out this mystery cake.
Come down to earth huh?
- Aagh!
- Don't do that, Rob!
Dad, if it's for me, I'm in bed.
Rob?
Hello, Douglas's.
Hello?
Two composition books, 60 cents.
One protractor, 35 cents.
Three tablets, 45 cents.
That's $1.40.
Out of two dollars.
Hello Vivian.
Hello Robbie.
I haven't seen you all day.
I've seen you.
Well, what's the matter?
Is there something the matter?
$1.40.60 from $2.
There didn't seem to be anything the
matter when I saw you at lunchtime.
You seemed perfectly happy standing on the front steps,
making googie eyes at Judy Doucette.
Googie eyes?
Vivian, just don't think you're getting
away with anything, Robbie Douglas,
because you're not.
- But, Vivian, I was just
- And don't forget to call me tonight.
You gotta stop calling me.
Vivian's get'n suspicious.
I don't care.
I had to see you.
About what?
I've got enough trouble on my hands.
What's the matter?
I'm being followed.
What?
I'm being followed.
By whom?
Uhum.
Do you remember that guy who waved us last night?
Yes?
Well, didn't he have on a trench coat?
I think he did.
Yes, I'm sure of it.
Why?
Well, this guy that's been following me
today, he's got on a trench coat.
What's wrong?
There he is.
Where?
He just went behind that lamp post.
Look, you can see the trench coat sticking out.
I thought I shook him.
Maybe he's going to blackmail you.
No!
What?
What?
Close the door.
What are you up to?
I want to talk to you.
Well, can't you talk with the lights on?
No.
Come here, sit down.
Come on.
I need your help.
What's the problem?
I can't tell you.
Not yet, anyway.
Well, how am I supposed to help you, Bean Boy?
Shh.
All I want you to do is help me catch somebody.
Do what?
Somebody's been following me.
And I've got to find out what he's trying to do.
Oh, for crying out loud.
No, wait a minute Mike. This is serious.
I figure he's gonna blackmail me.
Bla Oh, come on.
Mike, look.
There he is. Look.
See?
That's him.
I'm hungry.
Three people have just been killed, and you're hungry.
I'm going to the drugstore, Bub.
In weather like this?
Well, the weather's cleared up a bit,
and besides, it's a matter of life and death.
Huh?
What's her name?
Nobody ever takes me seriously.
I don't suppose you asked your father?
Uh, he's working.
I didn't want to disturb him.
Ah huh.
Where are you off to?
Oh, me?
No, your twin brother.
Oh, I'm just going out to trap a desperate blackmailer.
House of comedians.
Hey!
Robbie, head him off!
Hey!
Hey!
Oh, no.
Oh, yes, bean brain.
Okay, shoot.
Naturally, when I heard Robbie's name, I listened,
especially since Dad sounded so upset.
What was it all about?
Well, the other night, some teenagers
tried to steal the hubcaps off our car.
Hey, Jean, I finished.
Just a second, Chip.
And this man saw them and chased them away.
What man?
Never mind. Just keep practicing.
Why don't you take it from the top again, Chip?
Try not to rush it so much this time.
And remember to keep your wrists up.
Okay.
Who was this guy who saw'em?
I don't know his name.
Just some man out walking his dog.
Anyway, he and my father went over to the junior
high school yesterday
to look at pictures of all the kids.
You know, those pictures they have on file
in the principal's office?
And this man picked out Robbie's picture?
Shh, about the pictures.
Well he's not paying any attention.
I'd better do something.
Fast.
How's that, Gene?
Better.
Much better.
Hey, Mike, do you think they'll lock Robbie up
just cause he stole some clunky old hubcaps?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello, Vivian.
Hello, Judy.
What are you doing here?
I was invited.
Oh, really?
By who?
By
Um
None of your business.
I don't know anyone by that name.
Well, what are you doing here?
Robbie Douglas is my steady boyfriend.
There isn't anything very strange about me
coming to see my steady boyfriend, is there?
In the cellar?
Don't you want to know the truth about Robbie?
Meeting someone in the cellar at the dock.
Steve's not home yet.
And, it's all very peculiar.
Hello?
Hello?
Dad, this is Vivian Gibson.
Hmm.
Hello?
Hi.
- Dad, this is ah
- Judy DuSette.
Dad, why don't you sit over here?
This looks comfortable.
Now.
Now what?
This isn't comfortable at all.
I'm going back home.
Please dad!
- I can't stay here if you
- Oh.
Hello, everybody.
Young man, what is this all about?
Do you realize
Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Now wait a minute and I'll explain the whole thing.
I mean, I'll explain what I can.
Did you send me this note?
No, sir, I didn't.
Then who did?
I did.
I did.
Who are you?
That's my brother.
Dreamy.
Did you send us one, too?
- Yes.
- But I delivered it.
I thought it'd be a good idea to get everyone
who was involved in this thing all together.
This way we can straighten it out once and for all.
What thing?
It was just getting more and more complicated.
What thing are we involved in?
The hubcap thing.
You see, Mr. Pearson,
Robbie wasn't really
trying to steal your hubcaps the other night.
The man who saw him just thought he was.
The man in the trench coat.
Mr. Collins.
If that's what his name is.
Well, he's been following Robbie ever since.
Who?
The man in the trench coat.
Mr. Collins.
The man in the trench coat.
Stop saying that.
There he is!
Uncle, to the house.
Yeah.
All right.
Good.
And now.
Who are you?
Let me go.
Hold'm down Mike.
Can you answer a few questions?
What are you doing?
Who is this?
That's what we're trying to find out.
Who are ya?
Let him get up.
Maybe he can tell us better if you two
weren't all over him.
I don't understand what's going on here at all.
It's all your fault.
Yes, there's something funny about her.
She turned out the lights.
I saw her do it.
Just trying to keep you from getting caught.
Stupid.
Don't call me stupid, stupid.
Now, just wait one minute, please.
Let's talk one at a time, shall we?
My stupid father.
Please.
Why don't we go back to the house, Kevin?
Why have you been following me?
Well, ask my sister.
I didn't know you had a brother.
Well, he's always off at military school.
From now on, I'm going to stay there.
All right.
Now, Vivian, you might as well tell the truth.
I just wanted to find out about Robbie and Judy.
So I, um, told Andy to follow her.
Well, if that isn't the most absolutely
worst thing I ever heard.
You keep quiet, you boyfriend stealer.
I'd like to go back to the hubcaps.
You do everything your sister tells you?
No.
Only when I make'em.
- I told him if he didn't do it, I'd
- You promised, Vivian.
Well, I don't want Robbie to get
in trouble for taking that hubcap,
even if he is a stoop.
What about the hubcap?
Andy was taking it.
Borrowing it!
He was borrowing it for a scavenger hunt,
and he almost got caught.
Well, that was Judy and me.
And just what had you been doing with Judy, may I ask?
Studying.
Just studying.
In the garage.
I was trying to put the hubcap back on
when the man in the trench coat
Let's not get on that again.
Robbie?
Next time you're innocent, don't act so guilty.
The next time you want to borrow something
from me for a scavenger hunt, please ask first.
I'm sorry, Mr. Pearson.
I'm going home now.
I've got a headache.
Thanks a lot, Mike.
Forget it.
Well, it looks like our work is done.
Clearing up.
Yeah.
Vivian?
Well, if you weren't so fickle and awful,
all this wouldn't have happened.
Well, how did I know you're the kind of
girl who'd have a guy followed?
Well, when I saw the way you're making gooey eyes, at Judy.
I just love a uniform.
What was your name again?
Andy?
Let's go down to the malt shop.
I need something to drink.
Hi, Dad.
Oh, hi, Rob.
Boy, you are so right.
I'm going to burn these clunky old books
and never read a mystery story as long as I live.
Well, glory to you.
Here, hold this.
Hold this.
Here, get them.
I don't think we have to burn'm Rob.
Why don't we just stack them up over here,
and I'll put them
in a box and take them to the veterans' hospital tomorrow.
Okay, just as long as we get rid of them.
Boy, Dad, I'm sure glad you straightened me out.
I sure appreciate it.
Well, there's nothing wrong with mystery
stories themselves, Rob.
There's some great ones.
It's just that, well, too much of one
thing can be bad for you.
That's all.
Yeah.
I mean, the guys in these books waste all
their time thinking they're being
blackmailed and followed and hiding in doorways
and lying to nice girls and
acting like a big operator in front of some blonde chic
and falling behind in their homework.
That isn't adventure.
That's just phony.
How about the guy who climbed Mount
Everest or crossed the Atlantic in a kayak?
That's what I call adventure.
Robbie, if you've learned that much from
those two-bit books, it was worth it.
It's good thinking.
Real good thinking.
Yeah.
How about the guys who sailed from South
America clear across the Tahiti?
On a raft.
Didn't cost them a thing.
Those balsa trees go right there in the ocean.
They just chopped them down and sailed away.
Didn't even bring any food.
The fish just jumped right up on the deck
and they cooked'em and ate'em.
Real excitement, isn't it?
Yeah.
Look, Dad, Fizzy McNulty and I could get on our
bikes and ride down to Mexico City and then from there
Fizzy McNulty?
Yeah, you know Fizzy, Dad.
Oh, you mean Sylvester.
Yeah, anyhow, we could ride down to Mexico
City and hitch on an ox cart or something
- and then just go right over to the coast
- And wouldn't that be a trip?
Yeah, sure would.
Of course, we'd wait till school was out
and then we'd sign on a banana boat as
cabin boys and work our way down right here to Ecuador.
Go to Ecuador, huh?
Mm-hmm.
That'd be a trip, too.
Gee, I better check Fizzy and see if he's
found a sleeping bag.
Yeah, a sleeping bag would come in handy.
Of course, you'd have to work out a few other details like
passports and shots, you need
shots. And Barry and Barry and Juggles.
Gee, Dad, thanks a lot.
I'll call Fizzy and tell him it's okay with you.
His dad was afraid he might be a little too young.
Yeah.
Rob!
- Robbie, I didn't
- Dad, what's homis eyes?
That's pronounced homicide, Chip.
Oh, yeah.
Will you put that down?
Hey, Dad, said its OK Fizzy.
The guy keeps
No, Chip, I don't want you reading those things.
But Dad!
Hey, Dad, Dad, Dad!
Dad, Fizzy wants to talk to you?
He's on the phone. Tell him
what you told me about Barry Barry.
Hello Mr
Hurry up, Robbie.
Okay, hang on.
I want to go.
Come on.
Hey, just as I get this thing up.
What's that?
You there.
You kid.
What are you doing?
Well, we were putting this up, Captain, sir.
Uh, this one.
Uh, it came off and we were putting it back on.
Is that your car?
Well, no, sir.
What's your name?
Honest, Mr. I
Robbie.
What's going on out there?
Hey, come on back here.
Hear me?
Get back here.
Quiet, Tramp.
Quiet.
Behave.
What's all the noise, Bub?
Oh, every time the Pearsons have visitors,
Tramp's got to broadcast it to the whole neighborhood.
Knock it off, will you, Tramp?
Well, what do you know he did?
Boy, I'm going to have to speak to Robbie
about these books he's reading all the time.
What's wrong now?
Holiday for blackmail under his bed.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll get it. I don't mind.
Confessions of a Shoplifter and Why I Gave
It Up under his pillow.
Boy, you should see the stack he's got in his closet.
As I turned the corner, so did the footsteps behind me.
I knew I was being followed.
Why did we have to come in this stupid place for, anyway?
Why couldn't we go to the malt shop?
Because.
Everybody knows.
That's a hangout for kids.
Besides, what if the guy tried to follow us or check there?
We'd probably run into somebody we know.
Well, wouldn't that be terrible?
Are you ashamed of me or something?
Well, it's just that I don't want Vivian
to find out that I had a date with you.
Oh, who cares about silly old Vivian Gibson?
Well, I do.
After all, I'm going steady with her.
Well, that didn't make much difference to
you when you asked me for a date.
You asked me.
What?
Well, practically.
Robbie, do you think you could help me
some with my algebra tonight?
I really would appreciate it.
Brother! That's where the trouble started.
We could have been put in jail over that darn hubcap.
If you wanted to be a really suave boy,
you'd say it was worth it.
We close in ten minutes.
- Oh, Robbie.
- Ah!
Don't do that!
It's a bundle of nerves.
That's what those darn mystery stories are doing to you.
Put your hands down.
This isn't loaded, you know.
I've been wanting to talk to you about this.
Now, look, Rob, everybody enjoys reading a
good mystery story once in a while,
but there's so many wonderful things you
ought to be reading now.
- Things like
- Gee, Dad, I mean, mystery books are so educational.
Well, entertaining, maybe.
I'd hardly say educational.
Well, a guy can learn a lot about life from it.
Oh? Like what?
Well, take you, for instance.
Now, suppose you're a guy who's running around with this
sharp-looking nightclub singer
and there's this nice girl that you like a lot.
You know, she comes from a nice family and all, and
and you don't want her to find out about this blonde chic.
Um hum - But then, pow!
You get mixed up in this shady deal, and
And so I get nabbed, I've got to serve her a wrap,
and when the nice girl finds out
about it, she gives me the air, huh?
Yeah. How did you know?
What about this shadowy figure that keeps
tailing me all the time?
And where's the friendly private eye who's
going to get me out of all this mess?
Yeah, that's what I'd like to know.
Look, Rob, this isn't life.
This is just a formula for selling these
books you've been reading.
Do me a favor, will you?
Cut out this mystery cake.
Come down to earth huh?
- Aagh!
- Don't do that, Rob!
Dad, if it's for me, I'm in bed.
Rob?
Hello, Douglas's.
Hello?
Two composition books, 60 cents.
One protractor, 35 cents.
Three tablets, 45 cents.
That's $1.40.
Out of two dollars.
Hello Vivian.
Hello Robbie.
I haven't seen you all day.
I've seen you.
Well, what's the matter?
Is there something the matter?
$1.40.60 from $2.
There didn't seem to be anything the
matter when I saw you at lunchtime.
You seemed perfectly happy standing on the front steps,
making googie eyes at Judy Doucette.
Googie eyes?
Vivian, just don't think you're getting
away with anything, Robbie Douglas,
because you're not.
- But, Vivian, I was just
- And don't forget to call me tonight.
You gotta stop calling me.
Vivian's get'n suspicious.
I don't care.
I had to see you.
About what?
I've got enough trouble on my hands.
What's the matter?
I'm being followed.
What?
I'm being followed.
By whom?
Uhum.
Do you remember that guy who waved us last night?
Yes?
Well, didn't he have on a trench coat?
I think he did.
Yes, I'm sure of it.
Why?
Well, this guy that's been following me
today, he's got on a trench coat.
What's wrong?
There he is.
Where?
He just went behind that lamp post.
Look, you can see the trench coat sticking out.
I thought I shook him.
Maybe he's going to blackmail you.
No!
What?
What?
Close the door.
What are you up to?
I want to talk to you.
Well, can't you talk with the lights on?
No.
Come here, sit down.
Come on.
I need your help.
What's the problem?
I can't tell you.
Not yet, anyway.
Well, how am I supposed to help you, Bean Boy?
Shh.
All I want you to do is help me catch somebody.
Do what?
Somebody's been following me.
And I've got to find out what he's trying to do.
Oh, for crying out loud.
No, wait a minute Mike. This is serious.
I figure he's gonna blackmail me.
Bla Oh, come on.
Mike, look.
There he is. Look.
See?
That's him.
I'm hungry.
Three people have just been killed, and you're hungry.
I'm going to the drugstore, Bub.
In weather like this?
Well, the weather's cleared up a bit,
and besides, it's a matter of life and death.
Huh?
What's her name?
Nobody ever takes me seriously.
I don't suppose you asked your father?
Uh, he's working.
I didn't want to disturb him.
Ah huh.
Where are you off to?
Oh, me?
No, your twin brother.
Oh, I'm just going out to trap a desperate blackmailer.
House of comedians.
Hey!
Robbie, head him off!
Hey!
Hey!
Oh, no.
Oh, yes, bean brain.
Okay, shoot.
Naturally, when I heard Robbie's name, I listened,
especially since Dad sounded so upset.
What was it all about?
Well, the other night, some teenagers
tried to steal the hubcaps off our car.
Hey, Jean, I finished.
Just a second, Chip.
And this man saw them and chased them away.
What man?
Never mind. Just keep practicing.
Why don't you take it from the top again, Chip?
Try not to rush it so much this time.
And remember to keep your wrists up.
Okay.
Who was this guy who saw'em?
I don't know his name.
Just some man out walking his dog.
Anyway, he and my father went over to the junior
high school yesterday
to look at pictures of all the kids.
You know, those pictures they have on file
in the principal's office?
And this man picked out Robbie's picture?
Shh, about the pictures.
Well he's not paying any attention.
I'd better do something.
Fast.
How's that, Gene?
Better.
Much better.
Hey, Mike, do you think they'll lock Robbie up
just cause he stole some clunky old hubcaps?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello, Vivian.
Hello, Judy.
What are you doing here?
I was invited.
Oh, really?
By who?
By
Um
None of your business.
I don't know anyone by that name.
Well, what are you doing here?
Robbie Douglas is my steady boyfriend.
There isn't anything very strange about me
coming to see my steady boyfriend, is there?
In the cellar?
Don't you want to know the truth about Robbie?
Meeting someone in the cellar at the dock.
Steve's not home yet.
And, it's all very peculiar.
Hello?
Hello?
Dad, this is Vivian Gibson.
Hmm.
Hello?
Hi.
- Dad, this is ah
- Judy DuSette.
Dad, why don't you sit over here?
This looks comfortable.
Now.
Now what?
This isn't comfortable at all.
I'm going back home.
Please dad!
- I can't stay here if you
- Oh.
Hello, everybody.
Young man, what is this all about?
Do you realize
Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Now wait a minute and I'll explain the whole thing.
I mean, I'll explain what I can.
Did you send me this note?
No, sir, I didn't.
Then who did?
I did.
I did.
Who are you?
That's my brother.
Dreamy.
Did you send us one, too?
- Yes.
- But I delivered it.
I thought it'd be a good idea to get everyone
who was involved in this thing all together.
This way we can straighten it out once and for all.
What thing?
It was just getting more and more complicated.
What thing are we involved in?
The hubcap thing.
You see, Mr. Pearson,
Robbie wasn't really
trying to steal your hubcaps the other night.
The man who saw him just thought he was.
The man in the trench coat.
Mr. Collins.
If that's what his name is.
Well, he's been following Robbie ever since.
Who?
The man in the trench coat.
Mr. Collins.
The man in the trench coat.
Stop saying that.
There he is!
Uncle, to the house.
Yeah.
All right.
Good.
And now.
Who are you?
Let me go.
Hold'm down Mike.
Can you answer a few questions?
What are you doing?
Who is this?
That's what we're trying to find out.
Who are ya?
Let him get up.
Maybe he can tell us better if you two
weren't all over him.
I don't understand what's going on here at all.
It's all your fault.
Yes, there's something funny about her.
She turned out the lights.
I saw her do it.
Just trying to keep you from getting caught.
Stupid.
Don't call me stupid, stupid.
Now, just wait one minute, please.
Let's talk one at a time, shall we?
My stupid father.
Please.
Why don't we go back to the house, Kevin?
Why have you been following me?
Well, ask my sister.
I didn't know you had a brother.
Well, he's always off at military school.
From now on, I'm going to stay there.
All right.
Now, Vivian, you might as well tell the truth.
I just wanted to find out about Robbie and Judy.
So I, um, told Andy to follow her.
Well, if that isn't the most absolutely
worst thing I ever heard.
You keep quiet, you boyfriend stealer.
I'd like to go back to the hubcaps.
You do everything your sister tells you?
No.
Only when I make'em.
- I told him if he didn't do it, I'd
- You promised, Vivian.
Well, I don't want Robbie to get
in trouble for taking that hubcap,
even if he is a stoop.
What about the hubcap?
Andy was taking it.
Borrowing it!
He was borrowing it for a scavenger hunt,
and he almost got caught.
Well, that was Judy and me.
And just what had you been doing with Judy, may I ask?
Studying.
Just studying.
In the garage.
I was trying to put the hubcap back on
when the man in the trench coat
Let's not get on that again.
Robbie?
Next time you're innocent, don't act so guilty.
The next time you want to borrow something
from me for a scavenger hunt, please ask first.
I'm sorry, Mr. Pearson.
I'm going home now.
I've got a headache.
Thanks a lot, Mike.
Forget it.
Well, it looks like our work is done.
Clearing up.
Yeah.
Vivian?
Well, if you weren't so fickle and awful,
all this wouldn't have happened.
Well, how did I know you're the kind of
girl who'd have a guy followed?
Well, when I saw the way you're making gooey eyes, at Judy.
I just love a uniform.
What was your name again?
Andy?
Let's go down to the malt shop.
I need something to drink.
Hi, Dad.
Oh, hi, Rob.
Boy, you are so right.
I'm going to burn these clunky old books
and never read a mystery story as long as I live.
Well, glory to you.
Here, hold this.
Hold this.
Here, get them.
I don't think we have to burn'm Rob.
Why don't we just stack them up over here,
and I'll put them
in a box and take them to the veterans' hospital tomorrow.
Okay, just as long as we get rid of them.
Boy, Dad, I'm sure glad you straightened me out.
I sure appreciate it.
Well, there's nothing wrong with mystery
stories themselves, Rob.
There's some great ones.
It's just that, well, too much of one
thing can be bad for you.
That's all.
Yeah.
I mean, the guys in these books waste all
their time thinking they're being
blackmailed and followed and hiding in doorways
and lying to nice girls and
acting like a big operator in front of some blonde chic
and falling behind in their homework.
That isn't adventure.
That's just phony.
How about the guy who climbed Mount
Everest or crossed the Atlantic in a kayak?
That's what I call adventure.
Robbie, if you've learned that much from
those two-bit books, it was worth it.
It's good thinking.
Real good thinking.
Yeah.
How about the guys who sailed from South
America clear across the Tahiti?
On a raft.
Didn't cost them a thing.
Those balsa trees go right there in the ocean.
They just chopped them down and sailed away.
Didn't even bring any food.
The fish just jumped right up on the deck
and they cooked'em and ate'em.
Real excitement, isn't it?
Yeah.
Look, Dad, Fizzy McNulty and I could get on our
bikes and ride down to Mexico City and then from there
Fizzy McNulty?
Yeah, you know Fizzy, Dad.
Oh, you mean Sylvester.
Yeah, anyhow, we could ride down to Mexico
City and hitch on an ox cart or something
- and then just go right over to the coast
- And wouldn't that be a trip?
Yeah, sure would.
Of course, we'd wait till school was out
and then we'd sign on a banana boat as
cabin boys and work our way down right here to Ecuador.
Go to Ecuador, huh?
Mm-hmm.
That'd be a trip, too.
Gee, I better check Fizzy and see if he's
found a sleeping bag.
Yeah, a sleeping bag would come in handy.
Of course, you'd have to work out a few other details like
passports and shots, you need
shots. And Barry and Barry and Juggles.
Gee, Dad, thanks a lot.
I'll call Fizzy and tell him it's okay with you.
His dad was afraid he might be a little too young.
Yeah.
Rob!
- Robbie, I didn't
- Dad, what's homis eyes?
That's pronounced homicide, Chip.
Oh, yeah.
Will you put that down?
Hey, Dad, said its OK Fizzy.
The guy keeps
No, Chip, I don't want you reading those things.
But Dad!
Hey, Dad, Dad, Dad!
Dad, Fizzy wants to talk to you?
He's on the phone. Tell him
what you told me about Barry Barry.
Hello Mr