Bewitched (1964–1972): Season 2, Episode 22 - The Dancing Bear - full transcript
Darrin's parents are coming by for their first ever visit to see Tabatha. Their visit coincides with another by Endora. While Darrin's father's primary focus is coming up with business ideas to get him out of retirement, the grandmothers are in quiet competition with each other, especially as the favored grandmother to Tabatha. But that competition ratchets up a notch when Darrin and Samantha learn that both grandmothers have purchased the identical stuffed bear for Tabatha. Endora gets the upper hand when she places a spell on her bear, which dances every time anyone says the name Tabatha, who ends up being fascinated by the dancing bear. While Darrin's mother sulks, Darrin's father, on the other hand, sees the dancing bear as a business opportunity that could reap him and Darrin millions. Samantha and Darrin have to figure out a way to convince Endora to take the spell off the bear, or come up with a way to nix the inevitable deal Darrin's father will make with the toy manufacturer he calls in.
- Honey, I'm home.
- In here, dear.
I came home early to help you
get ready for the folks.
- You?
- Never judge a gift by its wrappings.
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.
Oh, it will, Darrin. It will.
Mother's given her solemn oath to
behave herself. Haven't you, mother?
- Yes.
- 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.
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's all right.
It's the box that's magic.
- I was wondering...
- Tell me, Mrs. Stephens...
Oh, please, please.
Go right ahead.
Well, I was just wondering...
if you'd 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 worry about...
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.
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.
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.
Yes, do.
As I was saying,
Samantha's grandmother...
had just those same little flecks
of gold in her eyes too.
Really?
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.
What do you think of it?
Press a button, zap,
out comes a Manhattan.
- All he needs is a little capital.
- I don't think...
"I don't think it's such a terrific idea."
Your husband doesn't like it.
I don't see sense in retiring...
then spending your time
figuring out how to go back to work.
You don't?
- 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."
What's wrong with that?
I'd like to meet the guy who ever said
that travel was relaxing.
Two hours at a 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.
He's gonna take a crazy flier
in something...
- if somebody doesn't stop him.
- You stop him.
- Right now I've got to head off mother.
- Trouble?
Well, they're not exactly
having a love feast.
Any bloodshed?
Not yet. They're still at
the kill-them-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 laboursaving devices.
Phyllis, 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.
I couldn't have done better myself.
Mrs. Stephens, have you tried
the cheese crackers?
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 of
the woman-of-the-world type.
A career woman.
Got a great head for business.
Oh, Pop, can I refill your drink?
Yeah, just sweeten it up a little.
No ice, please.
Tell me your candid opinion.
If you were me, would you get mixed
up in this vending machine deal?
- Mother?
- What?
Why don't you come
and help me in 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.
- Frank.
- Yes.
Where's the present
we brought for Tabatha?
- 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. Excuse me.
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-Tabatha
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.
Yep, she's awake.
I'll bring her down.
I really am concerned about Darrin.
I've never seen him so fidgety.
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?
What did you do to her?
I made her fall passionately
in love with the teddy bear.
Well, 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.
I'm sorry, but someday
you'll understand.
Sam, why don't you
bring the folks up?
All right, we'll get it.
What a shame she should be crying
when you see her for the first time.
Don't be silly, dear. Children are
always cranky when they wake up.
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 bear.
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?
Why don't you run down
and see if the roast is ready.
Certainly, darling.
I'm always glad to help out.
Mom, why don't you
give her your bear?
Here you are, darling.
Now the teddy bear has a friend.
Looks like she's a one-bear girl.
Don't be silly. She couldn't
possibly know which is which.
See?
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.
You run along.
I'll be down in a moment.
Run along.
Come on, run.
- What's going on?
- I don't know.
All right, Tabatha, now we'll just...
Oh, no.
- Is anything wrong?
- Oh, no.
Will you look at that?
It's really nothing.
It's just a dancing bear.
Well, no wonder she liked this one.
It's 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 is the same bear,
but 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.
You just invert the positive
and the negative poles...
and that causes a
reverse magnetic field.
And then that...
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.
- Well, that's terrific.
- It is?
This is just what I've been looking for.
Now you leave everything to me.
I'll find the 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.
Oh, 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.
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.
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 unhex 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.
I'll say one thing.
You're a marvellous 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.
Well, very well.
Mudred, Milgrid, Polidor
A dancing bear you'll be no more
Thank you.
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 get you upstairs,
and nice and clean.
- Is the bear defused?
- Yes.
Mother finally saw it my way.
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 gonna
take her up for a bath.
- Would you like to do it?
- 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...
Tabatha.
Sorry to have brought you 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 dining...
Oh, well, I guess it's
in Tabatha's room.
Excuse me.
Would you like some more coffee,
Mr. Hockstedder?
- No, thank you.
- I just can't understand it.
It doesn't matter, Mr. Stephens.
In my line, you've got to follow up
every crackpot... 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.
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.
How could you expect a crackpot...?
Amateur...?
There we are.
Well, here he is.
See, just sits there.
Tabatha's sound asleep, honey.
That's a knockout.
Let me see this.
Son, you're a genius.
How did you fix it?
No wind-up 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 fifty-fifty.
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.
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.
Coochie-coo, kid.
What other toys have you got?
Antimissile missile?
Death-ray gun?
By any chance have you got
a germ-warfare kit?
No, not exactly.
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.
You've got a great future in toys.
I'm in for the same number of clowns.
How about it?
Oh, she's very attached to it.
Here you are, darling.
Have we got a deal or not?
Don't you think we should
consult our parents first, dear?
Well, of course we've got a deal.
That's what
Mr. Hockstedder's 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.
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.
You're all cracking up.
- My granddaughter is the most...
- My granddaughter is not about...
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.
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 could
change the rhythm.
- In here, dear.
I came home early to help you
get ready for the folks.
- You?
- Never judge a gift by its wrappings.
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.
Oh, it will, Darrin. It will.
Mother's given her solemn oath to
behave herself. Haven't you, mother?
- Yes.
- 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.
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's all right.
It's the box that's magic.
- I was wondering...
- Tell me, Mrs. Stephens...
Oh, please, please.
Go right ahead.
Well, I was just wondering...
if you'd 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 worry about...
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.
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.
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.
Yes, do.
As I was saying,
Samantha's grandmother...
had just those same little flecks
of gold in her eyes too.
Really?
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.
What do you think of it?
Press a button, zap,
out comes a Manhattan.
- All he needs is a little capital.
- I don't think...
"I don't think it's such a terrific idea."
Your husband doesn't like it.
I don't see sense in retiring...
then spending your time
figuring out how to go back to work.
You don't?
- 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."
What's wrong with that?
I'd like to meet the guy who ever said
that travel was relaxing.
Two hours at a 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.
He's gonna take a crazy flier
in something...
- if somebody doesn't stop him.
- You stop him.
- Right now I've got to head off mother.
- Trouble?
Well, they're not exactly
having a love feast.
Any bloodshed?
Not yet. They're still at
the kill-them-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 laboursaving devices.
Phyllis, 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.
I couldn't have done better myself.
Mrs. Stephens, have you tried
the cheese crackers?
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 of
the woman-of-the-world type.
A career woman.
Got a great head for business.
Oh, Pop, can I refill your drink?
Yeah, just sweeten it up a little.
No ice, please.
Tell me your candid opinion.
If you were me, would you get mixed
up in this vending machine deal?
- Mother?
- What?
Why don't you come
and help me in 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.
- Frank.
- Yes.
Where's the present
we brought for Tabatha?
- 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. Excuse me.
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-Tabatha
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.
Yep, she's awake.
I'll bring her down.
I really am concerned about Darrin.
I've never seen him so fidgety.
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?
What did you do to her?
I made her fall passionately
in love with the teddy bear.
Well, 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.
I'm sorry, but someday
you'll understand.
Sam, why don't you
bring the folks up?
All right, we'll get it.
What a shame she should be crying
when you see her for the first time.
Don't be silly, dear. Children are
always cranky when they wake up.
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 bear.
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?
Why don't you run down
and see if the roast is ready.
Certainly, darling.
I'm always glad to help out.
Mom, why don't you
give her your bear?
Here you are, darling.
Now the teddy bear has a friend.
Looks like she's a one-bear girl.
Don't be silly. She couldn't
possibly know which is which.
See?
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.
You run along.
I'll be down in a moment.
Run along.
Come on, run.
- What's going on?
- I don't know.
All right, Tabatha, now we'll just...
Oh, no.
- Is anything wrong?
- Oh, no.
Will you look at that?
It's really nothing.
It's just a dancing bear.
Well, no wonder she liked this one.
It's 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 is the same bear,
but 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.
You just invert the positive
and the negative poles...
and that causes a
reverse magnetic field.
And then that...
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.
- Well, that's terrific.
- It is?
This is just what I've been looking for.
Now you leave everything to me.
I'll find the 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.
Oh, 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.
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.
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 unhex 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.
I'll say one thing.
You're a marvellous 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.
Well, very well.
Mudred, Milgrid, Polidor
A dancing bear you'll be no more
Thank you.
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 get you upstairs,
and nice and clean.
- Is the bear defused?
- Yes.
Mother finally saw it my way.
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 gonna
take her up for a bath.
- Would you like to do it?
- 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...
Tabatha.
Sorry to have brought you 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 dining...
Oh, well, I guess it's
in Tabatha's room.
Excuse me.
Would you like some more coffee,
Mr. Hockstedder?
- No, thank you.
- I just can't understand it.
It doesn't matter, Mr. Stephens.
In my line, you've got to follow up
every crackpot... 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.
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.
How could you expect a crackpot...?
Amateur...?
There we are.
Well, here he is.
See, just sits there.
Tabatha's sound asleep, honey.
That's a knockout.
Let me see this.
Son, you're a genius.
How did you fix it?
No wind-up 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 fifty-fifty.
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.
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.
Coochie-coo, kid.
What other toys have you got?
Antimissile missile?
Death-ray gun?
By any chance have you got
a germ-warfare kit?
No, not exactly.
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.
You've got a great future in toys.
I'm in for the same number of clowns.
How about it?
Oh, she's very attached to it.
Here you are, darling.
Have we got a deal or not?
Don't you think we should
consult our parents first, dear?
Well, of course we've got a deal.
That's what
Mr. Hockstedder's 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.
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.
You're all cracking up.
- My granddaughter is the most...
- My granddaughter is not about...
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.
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 could
change the rhythm.