Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 2, Episode 20 - Beaver's Pigeons - full transcript

Leave It To Beaver.

Starring Barbara Billingsley,

Hugh Beaumont,

Tony Dow...

and Jerry Mathers...

as the Beaver.

June, I'm leaving.

Dear, could you wait a minute? Beaver
has something he wants to ask you.

I'm picking up Fred Rutherford this
morning, dear, and you know how Fred is.

If I'm late, he sulks. He won't
talk to me all the way to the office.

Is that bad? Well, come
to think of it, I guess it's not.



Okay, I'll wait for Beaver.
What does he want?

Well, he didn't tell
me. Wants to ask you.

Suppose he wants $1.98 again
for that genuine Indian tomahawk...

The one that was used at
Custer's last stand? Could be.

Beaver? Your father's waiting.

Okay, Mom.

Dad, could I have two 50
"centses" to join the Pigeon Club?

Larry and Whitey already
got their two 50 "centses."

Could I, huh? Wait a
minute, Beaver. Slow down.

What's this about a
pigeon club? Yeah, Dad.

All the guys are getting
together and buying pigeons.

We're gonna teach 'em to
race and carry messages.

Think of the money you'll save
on phone calls. Can I please, Dad?

Well, uh, Beaver, I think
raising pigeons is a fine hobby,



but I don't know anyone
around here who sells pigeons.

I do. Claxton's Pet Store.

I already got my two
pigeons picked out.

- You already picked them out?
- Yeah. I been going in there
every day now.

That's so they'll get
acquainted with me,

and they won't be scared
when I bring 'em home.

Uh...

Well, I suppose I could stop in
and talk to Mr. Claxton about it.

Yeah. You can stop in
and bring 'em home tonight.

Gee, thanks a lot, Dad. Oh...

Here's your lunch. Thanks.

Oh. They're in the bottom cage.

Just ask the man for Miss
Canfield and Miss Landers.

Miss Canfield and Miss Landers?

Yeah. Mr. Claxton says
they're lady pigeons,

so I named 'em after the
two best teachers I ever had...

Miss Canfield and Miss Landers.

Thanks a lot, Dad. Bye.

Bye.

You think raising
pigeons is a good idea?

Well, I really didn't have time
to think very much about it.

Anyway, it seems all of a sudden we
have two more mouths to feed, huh?

Where are your schoolbooks,
Wally? I left 'em at school.

We didn't have any homework, so I
didn't have any studying to do last night.

- Why no homework?
- We're having a test today.

You gonna get Beaver
his pigeons, Dad?

Oh, I think so. A
boy should have pets.

Sure hope it doesn't
turn out like his hamsters.

I had to feed 'em and water
'em and clean the cage,

and then when they
conked out, I got blamed.

Well, Beaver's older now. I think
he's able to take the responsibility.

Ha. You know what he thinks? He
thinks he can keep them up in his room.

Says he won't even need a cage.

Well, so long.

So long.

Keep them in his room?

Oh, I think we'll be able to
afford the luxury of a cage, dear.

Well, I'll see you tonight— with,
uh, Miss Canfield and Miss Landers.

Oh. Bye.

Bye. Have a good day.

We're home, dear.

June?

Oh, Ward, am I glad you're home.

Dr. Bradley just left.
The Beaver is sick.

Well, he was all right
this morning. What is it?

Chicken pox.
Broke out at recess.

Oh, that poor little
guy. Is it serious?

Oh, no, it's a very light
case, but he's gonna

have to be out of
school until next week.

Well, I'll go up
and talk to him.

These'll cheer him up, huh?

Ward, before you go up,
have you ever had chicken pox?

Dear, I had every—
Uh, now wait a minute.

Come to think of it, chicken
pox is the only thing I didn't have.

I think you better
keep away from him.

Aw, June. Uh-uh.

I don't want them sending
you home from recess.

You better stay away from him.

Uh, hey, Beaver?

I got your pigeons,
but I can't come up.

You ought to see me,
Dad. I'm all lumped up.

Well, I'll peek in later. Your
mother's bringing the pigeons up.

Hey, Mom, I'm home. Wally,
come in here a minute, will you?

You want something, Dad?
Yeah. Beaver's got the chicken pox.

They sent him home
from school today.

Huh. You'd think if
he was gonna get sick,

he'd get sick on a Monday,
not over the weekend.

Well, I don't think the germs
follow the school calendar.

Can I go up and see him
now? No, I don't think you better.

You haven't had the chicken pox, and we
don't want you coming down with them too.

Right now he's
pretty contagious.

Hey, Dad, maybe they'll
come from the Board of Health...

and stick a sign on
the door that none of us

can go out, huh? No,
I don't think so, Wally.

Oh, I see you got
'em, huh, Dad? Yeah.

Didn't Beaver want to keep
them in his room for a while?

Uh-uh. He was afraid
they might get pigeon pox.

Which one's Miss Canfield,
and which is Miss Landers?

Well, Beaver introduced me,
but they both look alike to me.

He can tell them apart though.

Yeah, well, he's been going down to
the store and looking at 'em enough.

I'm a little worried about who's
going to take care of them.

Gee, Dad, I got stuck
with the hamsters,

and all I ever got was
blamed when they conked out.

Well, we could take them
back to the store, I suppose.

Seems rather cruel though. I mean,
Beaver lying up there sick in bed...

Well, okay. I'll
take care of them.

You don't have to
make me feel like a heel.

Fine, Wally. I knew you would.

Beaver eat a good supper?

Yes. He'll be all
right in a week.

He must have asked me
100 times how his pigeons are.

Well, Wally's out in the
garage right now, feeding them.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, uh, I don't know.

I just feel kind of itchy.

Oh, Ward, you haven't
even been near the Beaver.

It's just your imagination.

Well, if it is, my imagination's
been itching in several places.

Well, how are our feathered
friends? Oh, they're okay, Dad.

While I was feeding them, little
Benjie came over from next door.

Oh. What did
Benjie want? Nothin'.

He just ate a handful of
pigeon food and went home.

Hey, Mom, can I go
see the Beaver now?

No, Wally, but you can go up and talk
to him through the door if you want to.

You're gonna have to sleep
in the back bedroom tonight.

I don't want you
going in his room. Gee.

Even if I held my breath
while I was talking to him?

Uh, Wally, I think you'd better
do what your mother says.

Yes, sir.

Ward? Benjie eating a
handful of pigeon food...

Do you think it'll
make him sick?

Isn't Benjie the one who used to come
over and eat dirt out of our flower beds?

Yes. Pigeon food's a
definite improvement.

Hey, Beave, what are you doin'?

Well, I would be itchin',

but I'm not allowed to itch,
so I'm not doing anything.

Hey, I fed your pigeons.

Which one ate the most,
Miss Canfield or Miss Landers?

Gee, I don't know.

Can't tell 'em apart. It's easy.

Miss Canfield blinks her
eyes and Miss Landers doesn't,

and Miss Landers has
longer feathers on her legs.

Gee. To me they just look
like a couple of pigeons.

Well, I guess that's 'cause you
don't know 'em as good as I do.

Hey, Wally? What, Beave?

Don't let anything
happen to my pigeons.

Gee! It wasn't my fault
about the hamsters.

I know, but don't let anything
happen to them anyway.

I don't wanna feel bad about the
pigeons like I did about the hamsters.

Oh, don't worry, Beave.
Nothing's gonna happen to 'em.

Hey, I gotta sleep in the
back bedroom tonight.

Gee. Last time I slept
alone, I thought I saw

a ghost. Do you think
I'll see one tonight?

Course not. You think a ghost would
come in there and get the chicken pox?

Yeah. Anyway, where
would he scratch himself?

Polly... wanna... cracker?

Oh, uh, hi, Larry. Hi, Whitey.

I was, uh, just kind
of goofing around.

Oh, sure. Where's Beaver?

Well, he's up in bed.
He's got the chicken pox.

I thought he had something when they
sent him home yesterday. Can we go see him?

Have either of you guys
ever had the chicken pox?

Uh-uh. All I had
was my appendix out.

I never had nothin' with spots.

Well, then you guys
better not go see him.

Gee, Wally, what'll I
do with Nate and Al?

Who's Nate and Al?

They're my two pigeons.

Me and Beaver and
Whitey got a pigeon club.

We all got two pigeons.

Yeah, but what do you
mean, what'll you do with 'em?

My family's taking me away
for the weekend to a hotel.

My father says he doesn't know
any hotel that takes pigeons,

so I thought I could leave
'em with Beaver's pigeons.

Well, this is no pigeon farm.

Why don't you leave
them with Whitey here?

I don't wanna leave
'em with Whitey.

I left my baseball glove with
Whitey once, and he filled it with sand.

I don't want him doing anything
crazy like that with my pigeons.

Yeah, well, all right, Larry. I
guess you can leave 'em here.

Gee, thanks, Wally.

Hey, Larry, your two pigeons
are kind of beat-up lookin'.

There isn't anything
wrong with 'em, is there?

No. I brought 'em
over on my bicycle.

Maybe they got carsick.

Yeah, well, I guess
they're all right.

Sure, they're all right.

Oh, how is he this afternoon?

Well, he still only has 12 spots
on his face. How do you know?

He makes me count
them every time I go up.

How's your
imagination? Still itching?

Oh. Why'd you have to remind me?

Dad! Dad!

What's the matter? I just got
home from playing baseball,

and when I looked at Beaver's
pigeons, they looked kind of goofy.

"Goofy"? Yeah.

I think they must have caught
something from Larry's pigeons.

Shh!

Ward, you don't
suppose they're sick?

I don't know. I'll go out
and take a look at 'em.

You know, Mom, they kind of
looked like Beaver's hamsters,

just before they conked out.

Oh, Wally, I hope not.

Mom! Hey, Mom.

What is it, Beaver?
What's wrong?

Well, there's
nothing wrong, dear.

Then how come
everybody's whispering?

It's nothing, Beaver.
Now you get back in bed.

I'll betya there's something
wrong with my pigeons.

I’ll just betya.

See, Dad? This morning
they were jumping around.

Now they're just
sitting there. Yeah.

I'm no expert, but it sure looks to me
like we have some sick pigeons here.

Yeah. You know, Dad,

with Beaver being sick and all, I just
hope one thing. What's that, Wally?

Well, if any of them
were gonna conk out,

I just hope it's Nate and Al.

Mom! Hey, Mom!

Beaver? What are you doing up?

Now, you come on. You get back
in bed. I don't wanna get back in bed.

I just saw Dad and Wally drive
away with my pigeons in the car.

Well, Beaver, there's
nothing to get excited about.

What's wrong with 'em, Mom?

I'll bet ya Wally let them get
sick after he promised me not to.

Well, Beaver, I don't think there's
anything really wrong with them,

but your father thought he ought
to take them down to the pet store...

and have Mr. Claxton
look at them. But, Mom!

Beaver, you shouldn't
get this upset.

Gee, wouldn't you get upset if
somebody took me away to get looked at?

Well, yes, Beaver,
I guess I would,

but I'm sure they're
going to be all right.

Oh, Ward, the
Beaver's been so upset.

How are they? Oh,
they're going to be all right.

I won't go into medical terms,

but it seems that Miss
Canfield and Miss Landers...

have, uh, lice.

Lice? Yes, I believe they
picked them up from Nate and Al.

Anyway, Mr. Claxton
gave them a treatment,

and I brought some spray home
in case it ever happens again.

Hey, Dad, the pigeons look fine. I think
I'll go up and tell Beaver they're okay.

Don't go in there.
Oh, no, I won't, Mom.

I'll just holler through the
door that they were all buggy.

Ward, will you stop that
scratching? June, I can't help it.

If you get chicken pox I'm
never going to speak to you again.

Hey, Beaver, your
pigeons are all right.

You sure? What
was wrong with them?

They had lice. What's that?

Well, it's kind of like bugs.

How did bugs get on my pigeons?

Well, they must have
hopped off Larry's pigeons.

How'd they get
on Larry's pigeons?

Well, same way you got the chicken
pox. They hopped off someone else.

Oh. What did Mr. Claxton do?

Well, he sprayed 'em with
some junk to get rid of 'em.

Sure wish there was something
they could spray me with.

Well, hi. I thought you went to
pick Wally up at Sunday school.

I did. He's out in the garage,
checking on the pigeons.

How's Beaver this morning?

He lost three more spots.
That makes us almost even.

I've, uh, gained
two more itches.

Well, Ward, maybe you
ought to go— Hey, Mom.

Hey, Dad.

Is something wrong, Wally?

Yeah, Mom. It's
about the pigeons.

Well, did you spray them again?

Uh, no, Dad. I don't
think that would help.

Uh, something got at 'em.

Something got at
'em? How do you know?

Uh, well, two of them are dead.

Oh, Wally. Yeah. I guess
the cat from across the street...

must've got in and
tipped over the cage.

I put the ones that were—
Well, you know— in a box.

Oh, the Beaver's going to be so
upset. Hey, now, wait a minute.

There were four
pigeons in that cage.

Maybe it was Larry's
pigeons the cat got.

Gee, I don't know, Dad.
They all look the same to me.

Hi, Larry. Wally,
I was just in...

Oh, hello, Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver.

Hello, Larry. Gee, I
was just in the garage.

What happened to
the Beaver's pigeons?

Uh, you mean those
two in the cage are yours?

Oh, yeah. They're Nate and Al.

What happened to Miss
Canfield and Miss Landers?

Well, Larry, I'm afraid a
cat got them this morning.

Gee. Does Beaver know?

- Not yet, Larry.
- I better go tell Whitey.

He's a member of the
club, so he'd like to know too.

Hey, Larry.

Uh, you're, uh, sure
those are your pigeons?

Sure. A guy knows
his own pigeons.

Yeah. See ya, Larry.

See ya, Wally.

Well, I suppose someone's
got to go up and tell him.

Maybe we could get two
other pigeons and replace them.

No, that wouldn't work. Like Larry
says, a guy knows his own pigeons.

Well, he was taking a nap, but if
he's awake I guess I better go tell him.

I'm the only one that
can go in the room.

Uh, no, Mom.

Uh, maybe I better tell him.

Well, I was the one that was supposed
to be taking care of his pigeons.

You sure you want to?

Uh, yeah, well, maybe I can
tell him so it won't sound so bad.

I guess this is what
happens when you have pets.

No, honey, this is what
happens when you have children.

Beaver? Are you awake?

Yeah, I'm awake.

Mom drawed the shades.

I'm just lying here in the dark.

I'm pretending it's night and I'm
staying awake when I'm not supposed to.

Well, I have
something to tell you.

Should I turn on the
light? No, you better not.

It's about Miss Canfield
and Miss Landers.

Something bad.

They didn't conk out, did they?

Well, uh, no, something
got in and conked 'em out.

What, Wally?

A cat ate 'em.

Gee, Wally, did
he eat 'em all up?

No, he just ate enough so
they're no good anymore.

Oh.

Gee, Beave, I'm sorry.
I did the best I could.

Well, I know you did.

Beaver? Are you crying?

- No, I'm not crying.
- Gee, how come?

I can't cry.

The doctor says if I rub
my eyes the spots'll spread.

Oh.

Well, is it okay if I
go downstairs now?

Sure, it's okay.

Oh, I'm fixing Beaver
some ice cream.

How is he, Mom? Yeah.
Has he said anything?

Well, he called down and wanted
me to go up and count his spots again,

only this time I don't
think he really does.

You know, he's had a rough time.

To heck with the chicken pox.
I'm going to go up and talk to him.

Ward, I don't think
you should go up...

I'll get it.

Hi, Larry. Hi,
Whitey. Hello, boys.

Hello, Mr. Cleaver. Hello,
Mrs. Cleaver. Hello, Whitey.

We came to make the funeral.

Yeah. For Beaver's pigeons.
We brought a box and everything.

We're gonna bury them in the yard
so Beaver can watch from the window.

Oh, Larry, I don't
think so. Do you, Ward?

Well, uh, no. You see, fellas...

Gee, Dad, I think
that's a neat idea.

Gee, Mr. Cleaver, Beaver'd
do it for us if it was our pigeons.

You know, dear, it just
might be the right thing.

Why don't you go
up and tell Beaver...

to put his bathrobe on and
watch out the upstairs window.

Well, all right.

- Hey, Wally, where are they?
- Up on the shelf.

I put 'em up there in
case the cat came back.

Thanks a lot, Wally.
Come on, Whitey.

Oh, uh...

You—You, uh, think we ought
to go out and give 'em a hand?

Gee, no, Dad. You don't
want to spoil their funeral.

Well, I guess
that's that, Whitey.

Aren't you supposed
to say something?

About what? About the pigeons.

Well, I guess I could.

Uh, these here are
Beaver's pigeons,

which he named
after his two teachers,

which a cat ate,

- so we buried 'em.
- Yeah.

We better take the shovel
back before my pop hollers at me.

Hey, Larry.

- Hey, Larry, how are your pigeons?
- They're all right.

Well, if one of 'em conked
out, you wouldn't bury

it until I got over the
chicken pox, would you?

Heck no, Beaver.
I'd save it for you.

- So long, Beaver.
- So long, guys.

Ward, that's the
sweetest thing I ever saw.

Yeah. I think
they did a fine job.

You know, when
something like this happens,

I guess making a thing
out of it does help for kids.

Oh, not just for kids.
Look at the Egyptians.

Building that pyramid over King Tut
must have made them feel a lot better too.

Mm-hmm.

Well, now, let's see.

One, two, three, four, five.

Only five left.

I think that one's a freckle.

I think so too. We'll
give you credit for four.

Don't come in.

We're not. Uh, hey, Beave,

Wally and I thought we might
drop down by the pet store.

Yeah, Beave. You want anything?

No, thanks, Wally.

No?

Thought we might pick
up a couple of pigeons.

No, Dad. No more pigeons.

Not for a while, anyway.

Okay, boy.

Gee, Dad, he doesn't
want any pigeons.

I guess I can understand that.

Yeah, but heck,
now we're stuck...

with five pounds of bird
food, and all that bug spray.

Well, Wally, maybe
someday we can buy an eagle,

and hope it has lice.

Yeah.