Bewitched (1964–1972): Season 2, Episode 10 - Junior Executive - full transcript
Darrin is turned into a boy by Endora.
[♪♪♪]
[SNORING]
[WHISPERS] Darrin... It's 7:30.
[GROANS]
Is he always so bright and
cheerful in the morning?
Mother, will you
please get out of here?
The poor dear's
been up all night
trying to think up a
campaign to sell that boat.
[GIGGLES]
You think that's amusing?
No...
I was just thinking
how sweet he looks.
Like a little boy.
Bet he was cute.
What makes you think that?
Well, look at what he
grew up to look like.
Oh, that's the argument
I was going to use.
I've never seen
any photos of Darrin
when he was a little boy.
Wonder what he was really like.
That's easy to find out.
[GASPS]
Don't you dare!
Darrin wouldn't like that.
Oh, don't be silly.
He needn't ever know.
SAMANTHA: Mother!
Oh, Samantha, you
better start praying for a girl.
I think he's adorable.
I'll consider myself very
lucky if our child looks like him.
Now, I think you'd
better change him back.
No. No, I'd like a
better look at him.
Oh. Hi, Sam.
What time is it?
Why don't you look at
your Mickey Mouse watch.
SAMANTHA: It's 7:30.
That late?
[CLEARS THROAT]
Funny, my voice sounds strange.
Must've slept on my ear.
Well, I've got to get moving.
Have a lot of work to do
before I meet with the
client this afternoon.
Uh, Darrin.
Darrin, I have
something to tell you.
DARRIN: Tell me at
breakfast. I have to change.
Darrin.
Ambitious little
rascal, isn't he?
I'd say he'd grow
up to be president
if I didn't know better.
Take that spell off!
Well, it'll take me a
moment to think of it.
Samantha!
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Sam, it has got to stop!
I'm a human being,
not a plaything to be
whapped up and down at will!
Oh, darling, I agree.
It was a terrible thing
for Mother to do, but...
Uh, would you please eat?
Terrible?!
She could have stunted
me out of 10 years' growth.
As a matter of fact, she did!
Twenty, actually.
But who's counting? At
least have some coffee.
Where's your mother now?
I don't know.
When she heard you yell,
she took the spell
off and disappeared.
You coward!
Now, Darrin, I know you
have every right in the world
to be angry at Mother.
I tried to stop her, but
you know how she is.
You know how
hard to control she is.
But I tired,
believe me, I tried.
[SIGHS]
You know, I've been
yelling at the wrong person.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Wasn't your fault.
Yeah.
Well, if it's any
consolation to you,
you were a very cute little boy.
I'll make Mother promise
it won't happen again.
And especially not
when I'm shaving.
Although after I have
that meeting this afternoon,
I may want to cut my throat.
But I would like it to
be my own decision.
Still no ideas?
Oh, plenty of ideas.
But they've all
been used before.
Sam, we've used five campaigns
to try to sell this
series of models.
Nothing works. I don't get it.
They're great fun to build.
Well, you'll think of
something. You always do.
I'd better, I'm the
agency's last chance.
I'll see you tonight.
Darrin? Mm-hm?
I hope our baby
looks just like you.
I'll go along with that,
as long as it's a boy.
I wonder what you looked
like when you were a baby.
Sweetheart, the very minute
I feel a bearskin rug on
my stomach, so help me...
Bye.
Bye.
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Harding's on his way up.
Now, remember, Darrin,
you're our last chance.
If you don't come through,
the agency will lose
thousands of dollars.
Thanks for the pep talk, Larry.
What?
When you came in here, I
was feeling rather insecure.
Now I just feel rotten.
You son of a gun.
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I always said that Donald
had no sense of humor.
Mother, it isn't funny.
How would you feel if
you woke up one morning
and found yourself
20 years younger?
Hm, no comment.
So Dennis got quite ugly
about the whole affair, did he?
Now, what exactly did he say?
Before or after he
called you an old witch
with a warped sense of humor?
An old witch?
How dare he?
No, how dare you?
Tell, uh... Tell
Darrin I'm sorry.
You got his name right.
Oh, what's in a name?
By the way, where is he?
He's at the office. Why?
No reason.
Mr. Harding,
you're about to meet
one of our brightest young men.
And if he can't create a
successful campaign for you,
nobody can.
Mr. Harding, meet your
new account executive.
Well, glad to meet
you, Mr. Harding.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I've been studying your
marketing procedures,
and have devised a saturation
campaign using all media.
I believe you'll find
it extremely effective.
Now, if you'll look at
this breakdown in figures
compiled by our...
One of these days
my mother-in-law's
gonna go too far!
Get my wife on the phone.
Yes, sir. What?
Never mind.
Can I help you, little boy?
Well, I'd appreciate it
if you'd loan me a dime.
What seems to be
the trouble, sonny?
Did you lose your mommy?
No. Look, if you'll
loan me the dime,
I'll write you a check.
Sorry, I seem to have
misplaced my checkbook.
But, believe me, I'm
good for the dime.
Thank you.
Samantha?
Who is this?
This is Darrin!
Darrin? Gee, your
voice sounds funny.
That's because it
hasn't changed yet.
Sam, how could
you do this to me?
Do what?
Darrin, are you in
some kind of trouble?
Yes, I'm in trouble.
Uh-oh.
Has Mother been at it again?
Yes, she's been at it again.
Look, Sam, you're
my wife and I love you,
and when I married you
I expected a
mother-in-law problem,
but this is ri...
I'll be through in a minute.
Look, Sam, you
can explain later.
Just make me grow up.
All right, Darrin, I'll try.
Now, just stay calm.
I'll try and remember
how Mother did it.
Has your appearance changed?
Now I know how Superman feels.
When you come home, I'll
explain how it all happened.
I can hardly wait.
I guess that's how it happened.
Well, sweetheart,
you know Mother.
Her sense of humor's
a bit, uh, offbeat.
Offbeat? "Juvenile"
is a better word.
She's the one who
needs to grow up.
What did you tell Larry?
I didn't tell him anything.
When I got back to the office,
he and Harding were gone.
Larry's probably out trying
to get the account back.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Oh, hi... Larry.
Hi, Sam.
We were just talking about you.
I hate to barge in like
this, but I had to see Darrin.
Where's that kid?
Kid?
The one in your office.
Is he a relative of yours?
You might say that.
Close relative?
Fairly close.
I thought so. You know,
he looked a bit like you.
Anyway, I want to
congratulate you, Darrin.
Mr. Harding thinks it
was a masterstroke.
What was?
Getting the kid.
Getting the kid?
Look, when you want to know
what's wrong with a dish
mop, you ask a housewife.
Right, Samantha?
I guess so.
So, when you want to find
out why a toy isn't selling,
what's more natural
than to ask a kid, huh?
Sounds logical, Larry.
Oh, come on, Darrin.
Anyway, the important
thing is that Harding thinks so.
Oh, thanks, Sam.
I've set up another meeting
for tomorrow morning.
Harding, you, me, and the kid.
The kid?
Larry, that's not possible.
Why not?
Larry, wouldn't another
little boy do just as well?
No. He wants that kid.
You know how
unreasonable he can be.
He thinks there's something
special about the boy.
He's right about that.
Larry, believe me, the
kid is not what he seems.
And I'm sure he
won't want to go.
Well, then use your influence.
You said he was a
relative of yours, didn't you?
So give him a couple of bucks.
Increase his
allowance. Anything!
He's the only one who
can save that account for us.
Yes, but, Larry... Darrin!
I don't want to
lose this account.
I'd also like to point
out that this whole idea
was yours in the first place.
Larry, in that case, the boy...
SAMANTHA: Will be there.
Thank you, Sam.
Have him at the office
at 9 in the morning, okay?
Oh, and Darrin, incidentally,
would you tell him
to knock off the
mother-in-law jokes?
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Aren't you going to
put it in the parking lot?
Well, it's late, honey.
Maybe you'd better make
the transformation here
and drop me off and park
the car around the corner.
Well, all right.
You ready?
No.
Sam, I don't know about this.
Well, it'll only be
for about an hour.
And we can't
disappoint Larry now.
I guess not.
Okay, hit me.
I still don't know
what campaign's
gonna sell this toy.
Well, I think
it's silly for them
to put so much faith in you.
After all, what do they
expect from a 10-year-old kid?
Sorry, I was only trying
to make you feel better.
Sam, nobody likes
a smart-aleck witch.
I'll see you in my
office after the meeting.
Darrin!
Excuse me, kids.
Kids?
Get him.
Hey, where'd you
get the funny clothes?
Pretty fancy, eh, Stu?
Look, boys, I haven't
got time to fool around.
I'm late for a meeting.
So who's stopping you?
[LAUGHS]
I don't find that
at all amusing.
Hey, you talk funny.
Yeah, you sound
just like my dad.
All right, give me the toy back.
You want it?
Stu, catch!
Hey, give it to me!
Give it to me! You'll break it!
Oh, don't... Give it to me!
Give it to me.
You'll break it!
Please give it to me.
Ah, Stu, let him have it.
Yeah, who needs it?
It's a crummy toy, anyway.
How do you know?
I got one at home.
My dad wanted to buy
me another one too.
But I didn't want it.
Come on, Stu,
let's go to the park.
Wait a minute.
Why didn't you want
your dad to buy you
any more in the series?
Race you over there.
Wait! It's important
I find out why.
Wait! It's important
for me to know!
Darrin...
Just tell me why you
didn't want your father
to buy any more in the series.
Boy, is that all
you can talk about?
Yeah, can't you see
we've got better things to do?
How long are you
gonna hang upside down?
Until we start to black out.
Yeah, it's real neato.
Isn't that sort of dangerous?
What are you, a Boy
Scout or something?
You gonna be long, Darrin?
Let me play a bit longer, Sam.
I bet I can spit
further than you.
Just tell me why he didn't
buy any more of the models.
I beat you by 2 feet yesterday.
Please, it's very
important for me to know.
Oh, for Pete's sake.
Because they don't do nothing.
You can look at them.
Big deal.
You can't play with
them or nothing.
The boat doesn't even float.
Of course!
That's it!
It's not the campaigns
that were wrong.
It's the toys themselves. Huh?
In other words, the
model should be changed
so that it does
something after it's built.
Look, you gonna
spit with us or not?
Afraid I'll have to take
a rain check on that.
Thanks, fellas.
Okay, Sam.
Time for me to grow up.
I've got the solution, and
I don't have to be a kid
to sell the idea to Mr. Harding.
Good.
There. That's more
like the man I married.
Well... Ooh! Now I'm
beginning to get growing pains.
Come on, honey.
I don't know what's
holding him up, Mr. Harding.
But, uh, I'm sure they'll
be here any minute.
Ah!
Sorry to keep you
waiting, gentlemen.
I've been doing
a little research.
Where's the boy?
Well, um... I don't
think we need him.
I believe I have the solution...
You promised to bring the boy.
Darrin, I gave my word
that the boy would be here.
Well, he is. Don't you
want to hear my solution?
I'd rather talk to the boy.
You know, I have a very
strong hunch about that little fella.
Are you going to take the advice
of a 10-year old boy over mine?
Have you got something
against that boy?
No, of course not.
You certainly act
as though you have.
How can you dislike a
bright little fellow like that boy?
I know him a little
better than you.
Look, Darrin. What?
Mr. Harding wants
to meet the boy.
Yeah, I'll be right back.
Okay, Sam, hit me again.
Oh, darling, I thought
you had the solution.
They want to see the kid.
So I'll let him
tell them my idea,
so they'll believe me.
Oh, dear, out of
the mouths of babes.
Please, Sam, I just
want to get it over with.
Well, okay.
One Master Darrin
Stephens, coming up. Ready?
Well, back to the drawing board.
Ah!
Well, here's the boy
we've been waiting for.
All right, after studying
the problem from all sides,
I suggest... Uh, wait a minute.
I... I think Darrin
should hear this.
Where is he?
Oh, we don't need him in here.
Now, you've been
trying to come up with...
Excuse me, young fella,
but since Mr. Stephens
is the account executive,
I would like him to hear this.
I'll go get him.
No!
That is, I'd rather you didn't.
What's the matter, son?
Don't you like Mr. Stephens?
Well, I know he's a
brilliant advertising man.
Probably the best
in the business.
Then why don't you
want him in here?
Well... I'm not too crazy
about him personally.
Well, I still think
he should be here.
I'll just step
across the hall...
No, you sit down.
I'll get him.
It's amazing.
For his age, he's the
most mature young fellow
I've ever seen.
But... I wonder what it is
he's got against
Darrin Stephens?
I can't imagine.
Oh, excuse me, I'll just
go over and hurry them up.
Sam, this is ridiculous.
They want the
two of me in there.
Oh! Oh, hi, Sam.
Well, where's Darrin?
He just stepped
out for a minute.
Well, I'd better go
and look for him.
Wait in my office, sonny.
Sam... Whatever
you say, darling.
There must be some
solution to this problem.
Oh, by the way...
I thought you said he
just stepped outside?
He just stepped back in again.
Oh.
Where's the boy?
He just stepped outside.
Can't I get you two in
the same room together?
Larry, we just seem to
keep missing each other.
Why don't you go back
and talk to Mr. Harding.
We'll both be in in a minute.
Okay. And you try and
pull yourself together, Darrin.
Get on the ball.
Both be in in a minute?
Darrin, what are we going to do?
We're gonna kill the kid.
Darrin!
I was just speaking
figuratively, of course.
I have a certain
attachment for that kid.
Okay, honey. Once
more, with feeling.
Mr. Tate, would it
be asking too much
to get Mr. Stephens
and that boy in here?
Aah!
Got ya!
I don't think that's
funny, sonny.
Give me that.
All right.
Bull's-eye! Right in the kisser.
Get that gun away from him!
You can't have it.
Now, look, sonny
I don't... Aah! Ow!
I want my pistol.
I want my pistol!
Here, here, here.
There's your pistol.
Thank you.
Oh!
Get that boy out of here!
Don't you come near me.
[LAUGHS]
Where'd he go?
In there.
Uh, I wouldn't go in
there right now, Larry.
Give him time to calm down.
What happened to him?
Well, you know how it is
with these terribly bright kids.
Highly strung.
Sometimes they
can go, just like that.
Pressure must've got him.
What about my campaign?
Mr. Harding, take my advice.
Never send a boy
to do a man's job.
Darrin... Now, let
me finish, Larry.
Mr. Harding, you
hired this agency
because we're supposed
to be experts in this field.
Now, I did a great deal
of research on this project.
I think the least you
can do is listen to me.
All right. I'll give
you 15 minutes.
I hope you know
what you're doing.
Oh, uh...
say goodbye to the
boy for me, will you?
Tell him to come back and
see me in about 10 years.
I certainly will.
I bet he'll be the best
advertising man in the world.
Well, thank you, sweetheart.
Why did you say "thank you"?
Well, I was, uh, just taking a
few bows for the kid myself.
Why?
Why?
Well, call it, uh,
family pride, Larry.
Family pride, Larry.
Oh.
[FORCED CHUCKLING]
I owe a lot to those two kids.
I'd like to do something
to repay them.
Hey, lady.
Where's your friend?
Friend?
Yeah, the kid that
was here earlier.
Uh... he had to leave.
But I'd like to thank you
for being so kind to him.
I want to show my appreciation
by giving you a present.
What sort of a present?
Well, what would you like?
A kite!
A big one!
I think that can be arranged.
Hold out your hands...
and close your eyes.
Close 'em!
Hey. How'd you do that?
Uh, take the advice
of an old man.
Don't look a gift
horse in the mouth.
I don't know what that means,
but thanks, lady.
Yeah, thanks.
Yahoo! Yahoo!
You know, Sam, it was
kind of fun being a kid again.
I'd kind of like to run
and play with those kids.
Well, don't be too
sad about it, darling.
In a few months, you may
have a little boy of your own
to play with.
Come on, Peter
Pan. Let's go home.
Yippee, lady!
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[SNORING]
[WHISPERS] Darrin... It's 7:30.
[GROANS]
Is he always so bright and
cheerful in the morning?
Mother, will you
please get out of here?
The poor dear's
been up all night
trying to think up a
campaign to sell that boat.
[GIGGLES]
You think that's amusing?
No...
I was just thinking
how sweet he looks.
Like a little boy.
Bet he was cute.
What makes you think that?
Well, look at what he
grew up to look like.
Oh, that's the argument
I was going to use.
I've never seen
any photos of Darrin
when he was a little boy.
Wonder what he was really like.
That's easy to find out.
[GASPS]
Don't you dare!
Darrin wouldn't like that.
Oh, don't be silly.
He needn't ever know.
SAMANTHA: Mother!
Oh, Samantha, you
better start praying for a girl.
I think he's adorable.
I'll consider myself very
lucky if our child looks like him.
Now, I think you'd
better change him back.
No. No, I'd like a
better look at him.
Oh. Hi, Sam.
What time is it?
Why don't you look at
your Mickey Mouse watch.
SAMANTHA: It's 7:30.
That late?
[CLEARS THROAT]
Funny, my voice sounds strange.
Must've slept on my ear.
Well, I've got to get moving.
Have a lot of work to do
before I meet with the
client this afternoon.
Uh, Darrin.
Darrin, I have
something to tell you.
DARRIN: Tell me at
breakfast. I have to change.
Darrin.
Ambitious little
rascal, isn't he?
I'd say he'd grow
up to be president
if I didn't know better.
Take that spell off!
Well, it'll take me a
moment to think of it.
Samantha!
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Sam, it has got to stop!
I'm a human being,
not a plaything to be
whapped up and down at will!
Oh, darling, I agree.
It was a terrible thing
for Mother to do, but...
Uh, would you please eat?
Terrible?!
She could have stunted
me out of 10 years' growth.
As a matter of fact, she did!
Twenty, actually.
But who's counting? At
least have some coffee.
Where's your mother now?
I don't know.
When she heard you yell,
she took the spell
off and disappeared.
You coward!
Now, Darrin, I know you
have every right in the world
to be angry at Mother.
I tried to stop her, but
you know how she is.
You know how
hard to control she is.
But I tired,
believe me, I tried.
[SIGHS]
You know, I've been
yelling at the wrong person.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
Wasn't your fault.
Yeah.
Well, if it's any
consolation to you,
you were a very cute little boy.
I'll make Mother promise
it won't happen again.
And especially not
when I'm shaving.
Although after I have
that meeting this afternoon,
I may want to cut my throat.
But I would like it to
be my own decision.
Still no ideas?
Oh, plenty of ideas.
But they've all
been used before.
Sam, we've used five campaigns
to try to sell this
series of models.
Nothing works. I don't get it.
They're great fun to build.
Well, you'll think of
something. You always do.
I'd better, I'm the
agency's last chance.
I'll see you tonight.
Darrin? Mm-hm?
I hope our baby
looks just like you.
I'll go along with that,
as long as it's a boy.
I wonder what you looked
like when you were a baby.
Sweetheart, the very minute
I feel a bearskin rug on
my stomach, so help me...
Bye.
Bye.
[♪♪♪]
Harding's on his way up.
Now, remember, Darrin,
you're our last chance.
If you don't come through,
the agency will lose
thousands of dollars.
Thanks for the pep talk, Larry.
What?
When you came in here, I
was feeling rather insecure.
Now I just feel rotten.
You son of a gun.
[♪♪♪]
I always said that Donald
had no sense of humor.
Mother, it isn't funny.
How would you feel if
you woke up one morning
and found yourself
20 years younger?
Hm, no comment.
So Dennis got quite ugly
about the whole affair, did he?
Now, what exactly did he say?
Before or after he
called you an old witch
with a warped sense of humor?
An old witch?
How dare he?
No, how dare you?
Tell, uh... Tell
Darrin I'm sorry.
You got his name right.
Oh, what's in a name?
By the way, where is he?
He's at the office. Why?
No reason.
Mr. Harding,
you're about to meet
one of our brightest young men.
And if he can't create a
successful campaign for you,
nobody can.
Mr. Harding, meet your
new account executive.
Well, glad to meet
you, Mr. Harding.
[CLEARS THROAT]
I've been studying your
marketing procedures,
and have devised a saturation
campaign using all media.
I believe you'll find
it extremely effective.
Now, if you'll look at
this breakdown in figures
compiled by our...
One of these days
my mother-in-law's
gonna go too far!
Get my wife on the phone.
Yes, sir. What?
Never mind.
Can I help you, little boy?
Well, I'd appreciate it
if you'd loan me a dime.
What seems to be
the trouble, sonny?
Did you lose your mommy?
No. Look, if you'll
loan me the dime,
I'll write you a check.
Sorry, I seem to have
misplaced my checkbook.
But, believe me, I'm
good for the dime.
Thank you.
Samantha?
Who is this?
This is Darrin!
Darrin? Gee, your
voice sounds funny.
That's because it
hasn't changed yet.
Sam, how could
you do this to me?
Do what?
Darrin, are you in
some kind of trouble?
Yes, I'm in trouble.
Uh-oh.
Has Mother been at it again?
Yes, she's been at it again.
Look, Sam, you're
my wife and I love you,
and when I married you
I expected a
mother-in-law problem,
but this is ri...
I'll be through in a minute.
Look, Sam, you
can explain later.
Just make me grow up.
All right, Darrin, I'll try.
Now, just stay calm.
I'll try and remember
how Mother did it.
Has your appearance changed?
Now I know how Superman feels.
When you come home, I'll
explain how it all happened.
I can hardly wait.
I guess that's how it happened.
Well, sweetheart,
you know Mother.
Her sense of humor's
a bit, uh, offbeat.
Offbeat? "Juvenile"
is a better word.
She's the one who
needs to grow up.
What did you tell Larry?
I didn't tell him anything.
When I got back to the office,
he and Harding were gone.
Larry's probably out trying
to get the account back.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Oh, hi... Larry.
Hi, Sam.
We were just talking about you.
I hate to barge in like
this, but I had to see Darrin.
Where's that kid?
Kid?
The one in your office.
Is he a relative of yours?
You might say that.
Close relative?
Fairly close.
I thought so. You know,
he looked a bit like you.
Anyway, I want to
congratulate you, Darrin.
Mr. Harding thinks it
was a masterstroke.
What was?
Getting the kid.
Getting the kid?
Look, when you want to know
what's wrong with a dish
mop, you ask a housewife.
Right, Samantha?
I guess so.
So, when you want to find
out why a toy isn't selling,
what's more natural
than to ask a kid, huh?
Sounds logical, Larry.
Oh, come on, Darrin.
Anyway, the important
thing is that Harding thinks so.
Oh, thanks, Sam.
I've set up another meeting
for tomorrow morning.
Harding, you, me, and the kid.
The kid?
Larry, that's not possible.
Why not?
Larry, wouldn't another
little boy do just as well?
No. He wants that kid.
You know how
unreasonable he can be.
He thinks there's something
special about the boy.
He's right about that.
Larry, believe me, the
kid is not what he seems.
And I'm sure he
won't want to go.
Well, then use your influence.
You said he was a
relative of yours, didn't you?
So give him a couple of bucks.
Increase his
allowance. Anything!
He's the only one who
can save that account for us.
Yes, but, Larry... Darrin!
I don't want to
lose this account.
I'd also like to point
out that this whole idea
was yours in the first place.
Larry, in that case, the boy...
SAMANTHA: Will be there.
Thank you, Sam.
Have him at the office
at 9 in the morning, okay?
Oh, and Darrin, incidentally,
would you tell him
to knock off the
mother-in-law jokes?
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Aren't you going to
put it in the parking lot?
Well, it's late, honey.
Maybe you'd better make
the transformation here
and drop me off and park
the car around the corner.
Well, all right.
You ready?
No.
Sam, I don't know about this.
Well, it'll only be
for about an hour.
And we can't
disappoint Larry now.
I guess not.
Okay, hit me.
I still don't know
what campaign's
gonna sell this toy.
Well, I think
it's silly for them
to put so much faith in you.
After all, what do they
expect from a 10-year-old kid?
Sorry, I was only trying
to make you feel better.
Sam, nobody likes
a smart-aleck witch.
I'll see you in my
office after the meeting.
Darrin!
Excuse me, kids.
Kids?
Get him.
Hey, where'd you
get the funny clothes?
Pretty fancy, eh, Stu?
Look, boys, I haven't
got time to fool around.
I'm late for a meeting.
So who's stopping you?
[LAUGHS]
I don't find that
at all amusing.
Hey, you talk funny.
Yeah, you sound
just like my dad.
All right, give me the toy back.
You want it?
Stu, catch!
Hey, give it to me!
Give it to me! You'll break it!
Oh, don't... Give it to me!
Give it to me.
You'll break it!
Please give it to me.
Ah, Stu, let him have it.
Yeah, who needs it?
It's a crummy toy, anyway.
How do you know?
I got one at home.
My dad wanted to buy
me another one too.
But I didn't want it.
Come on, Stu,
let's go to the park.
Wait a minute.
Why didn't you want
your dad to buy you
any more in the series?
Race you over there.
Wait! It's important
I find out why.
Wait! It's important
for me to know!
Darrin...
Just tell me why you
didn't want your father
to buy any more in the series.
Boy, is that all
you can talk about?
Yeah, can't you see
we've got better things to do?
How long are you
gonna hang upside down?
Until we start to black out.
Yeah, it's real neato.
Isn't that sort of dangerous?
What are you, a Boy
Scout or something?
You gonna be long, Darrin?
Let me play a bit longer, Sam.
I bet I can spit
further than you.
Just tell me why he didn't
buy any more of the models.
I beat you by 2 feet yesterday.
Please, it's very
important for me to know.
Oh, for Pete's sake.
Because they don't do nothing.
You can look at them.
Big deal.
You can't play with
them or nothing.
The boat doesn't even float.
Of course!
That's it!
It's not the campaigns
that were wrong.
It's the toys themselves. Huh?
In other words, the
model should be changed
so that it does
something after it's built.
Look, you gonna
spit with us or not?
Afraid I'll have to take
a rain check on that.
Thanks, fellas.
Okay, Sam.
Time for me to grow up.
I've got the solution, and
I don't have to be a kid
to sell the idea to Mr. Harding.
Good.
There. That's more
like the man I married.
Well... Ooh! Now I'm
beginning to get growing pains.
Come on, honey.
I don't know what's
holding him up, Mr. Harding.
But, uh, I'm sure they'll
be here any minute.
Ah!
Sorry to keep you
waiting, gentlemen.
I've been doing
a little research.
Where's the boy?
Well, um... I don't
think we need him.
I believe I have the solution...
You promised to bring the boy.
Darrin, I gave my word
that the boy would be here.
Well, he is. Don't you
want to hear my solution?
I'd rather talk to the boy.
You know, I have a very
strong hunch about that little fella.
Are you going to take the advice
of a 10-year old boy over mine?
Have you got something
against that boy?
No, of course not.
You certainly act
as though you have.
How can you dislike a
bright little fellow like that boy?
I know him a little
better than you.
Look, Darrin. What?
Mr. Harding wants
to meet the boy.
Yeah, I'll be right back.
Okay, Sam, hit me again.
Oh, darling, I thought
you had the solution.
They want to see the kid.
So I'll let him
tell them my idea,
so they'll believe me.
Oh, dear, out of
the mouths of babes.
Please, Sam, I just
want to get it over with.
Well, okay.
One Master Darrin
Stephens, coming up. Ready?
Well, back to the drawing board.
Ah!
Well, here's the boy
we've been waiting for.
All right, after studying
the problem from all sides,
I suggest... Uh, wait a minute.
I... I think Darrin
should hear this.
Where is he?
Oh, we don't need him in here.
Now, you've been
trying to come up with...
Excuse me, young fella,
but since Mr. Stephens
is the account executive,
I would like him to hear this.
I'll go get him.
No!
That is, I'd rather you didn't.
What's the matter, son?
Don't you like Mr. Stephens?
Well, I know he's a
brilliant advertising man.
Probably the best
in the business.
Then why don't you
want him in here?
Well... I'm not too crazy
about him personally.
Well, I still think
he should be here.
I'll just step
across the hall...
No, you sit down.
I'll get him.
It's amazing.
For his age, he's the
most mature young fellow
I've ever seen.
But... I wonder what it is
he's got against
Darrin Stephens?
I can't imagine.
Oh, excuse me, I'll just
go over and hurry them up.
Sam, this is ridiculous.
They want the
two of me in there.
Oh! Oh, hi, Sam.
Well, where's Darrin?
He just stepped
out for a minute.
Well, I'd better go
and look for him.
Wait in my office, sonny.
Sam... Whatever
you say, darling.
There must be some
solution to this problem.
Oh, by the way...
I thought you said he
just stepped outside?
He just stepped back in again.
Oh.
Where's the boy?
He just stepped outside.
Can't I get you two in
the same room together?
Larry, we just seem to
keep missing each other.
Why don't you go back
and talk to Mr. Harding.
We'll both be in in a minute.
Okay. And you try and
pull yourself together, Darrin.
Get on the ball.
Both be in in a minute?
Darrin, what are we going to do?
We're gonna kill the kid.
Darrin!
I was just speaking
figuratively, of course.
I have a certain
attachment for that kid.
Okay, honey. Once
more, with feeling.
Mr. Tate, would it
be asking too much
to get Mr. Stephens
and that boy in here?
Aah!
Got ya!
I don't think that's
funny, sonny.
Give me that.
All right.
Bull's-eye! Right in the kisser.
Get that gun away from him!
You can't have it.
Now, look, sonny
I don't... Aah! Ow!
I want my pistol.
I want my pistol!
Here, here, here.
There's your pistol.
Thank you.
Oh!
Get that boy out of here!
Don't you come near me.
[LAUGHS]
Where'd he go?
In there.
Uh, I wouldn't go in
there right now, Larry.
Give him time to calm down.
What happened to him?
Well, you know how it is
with these terribly bright kids.
Highly strung.
Sometimes they
can go, just like that.
Pressure must've got him.
What about my campaign?
Mr. Harding, take my advice.
Never send a boy
to do a man's job.
Darrin... Now, let
me finish, Larry.
Mr. Harding, you
hired this agency
because we're supposed
to be experts in this field.
Now, I did a great deal
of research on this project.
I think the least you
can do is listen to me.
All right. I'll give
you 15 minutes.
I hope you know
what you're doing.
Oh, uh...
say goodbye to the
boy for me, will you?
Tell him to come back and
see me in about 10 years.
I certainly will.
I bet he'll be the best
advertising man in the world.
Well, thank you, sweetheart.
Why did you say "thank you"?
Well, I was, uh, just taking a
few bows for the kid myself.
Why?
Why?
Well, call it, uh,
family pride, Larry.
Family pride, Larry.
Oh.
[FORCED CHUCKLING]
I owe a lot to those two kids.
I'd like to do something
to repay them.
Hey, lady.
Where's your friend?
Friend?
Yeah, the kid that
was here earlier.
Uh... he had to leave.
But I'd like to thank you
for being so kind to him.
I want to show my appreciation
by giving you a present.
What sort of a present?
Well, what would you like?
A kite!
A big one!
I think that can be arranged.
Hold out your hands...
and close your eyes.
Close 'em!
Hey. How'd you do that?
Uh, take the advice
of an old man.
Don't look a gift
horse in the mouth.
I don't know what that means,
but thanks, lady.
Yeah, thanks.
Yahoo! Yahoo!
You know, Sam, it was
kind of fun being a kid again.
I'd kind of like to run
and play with those kids.
Well, don't be too
sad about it, darling.
In a few months, you may
have a little boy of your own
to play with.
Come on, Peter
Pan. Let's go home.
Yippee, lady!
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