Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 3, Episode 14 - Tire Trouble - full transcript
Beaver and Wally come up with an idea to raise chinchillas since Beaver reads one can make $10,000 a year doing so. Although they soon abandon the idea, the mess in the garage associated with them building a chinchilla cage remains. Ward is incensed since he can't get his car in the garage. He orders the boys to clean up the mess in the garage by tomorrow. For good reason according to June, the clean-up doesn't come to pass as Ward ordered. Even more angry and inadvertently calling the boys stupid, Ward orders the boys to clean it up the next day - Saturday - before they do anything else. As Ward gets a ride into the office to work this Saturday, Ward leaves his car behind outside the garage. Beaver, finding a piece of lumber stuck to the car's front tire, pulls it out nail and all deflating the tire. Not wanting to be called stupid again, Beaver and Wally follow Eddie's advice of taking the tire to the garage and having it patched before Ward comes home. Not without incident, they manage to do so. If Ward finds out what happened, will he call the boys stupid again?
Starring...
and...
- Here you are.
- Yep.
Your sons have been fooling
with my desk calendar again.
Why do you say that?
Well, because according to this,
today is Monday,
the 34th of February.
Well, dear, it's
never right anyway.
You're supposed
to set it every day.
I don't know why I should have
to tell the calendar what day it is.
The calendar should tell me.
Well, don't put it away,
dear. It matches the clock.
Yeah. And according to
that, it's 3:30 in the morning.
Well, cheer up, dear.
You're getting one break.
You don't have to hear
Beaver's spelling words.
Oh? Did you hear them?
No. He called up Larry Mondello,
and they heard each other's
spelling words over the phone.
What about Wally?
He has a special
assignment in English.
His class is exchanging
letters with students in Belgium.
There you are.
Well, the date's right,
but this isn't Sunday.
It's better than the
34th of February.
Yeah.
Here it is, Wally.
"Earn money in your spare time."
Yeah, but what do we know
about raising chinchillas?
Gee, Wally, it says here
they're clean,
friendly little animals.
And here's a man in Des Moines
that made $10,000 in one year.
$10,000?
Yeah. It's even signed by him.
"Mr. J.T."
Nah. How do you even
know that's a real guy?
Well, because it's got his
picture. He's got a real face.
Nah, that's nothing.
Look, Beaver, would
you leave me alone?
I gotta finish this letter
to this kid in Belgium.
How come you
gotta finish it tonight?
Do you gotta mail it tonight?
No. We don't get to mail it
till our English teacher,
Mr. Cartwright, reads it.
How come he's gotta read it?
Well, he fixes up our
grammar and spelling and stuff
so us Americans don't
look like a bunch of creeps.
Will you let me write it?
$10,000 in one year.
In five years, that's $50,000.
In ten years...
Where can we keep
chinchillas anyway?
Gee, Wally, we could
build a cage for them
and keep them in the garage,
and pretty soon, they'd have
our picture in the magazine.
Well, how much
does it say they are?
It doesn't say.
It just says,
"Write for details."
While we're writing for details,
we could build them a cage.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess we
could write for details.
Hey, Wally, what do they
use chinchillas for anyway?
Well, they take them and they
make rich ladies' coats out of them.
You mean they've gotta be dead?
Well, sure.
You're not gonna make
$10,000 a year just petting them.
Wally! Beaver! June!
Look, boys,
now, I'm delighted
that you're building
something together, but...
Look, how would you like it
if you left the house
in the morning,
and you drove to your job,
you worked hard all day
trying to make a living,
then you came home at night
and you opened the garage door,
and you couldn't
put your car inside?
Now, just how would
you feel about that?
Gee, Dad, I don't know.
I'm still in the fourth grade.
What are you smiling about?
Who, me? Oh, uh, nothing.
Nothing. I just thought of something
funny that happened in school.
Well, something funny's
gonna happen around here
if that garage isn't cleaned
up and my tools put away.
Yes, sir. Yeah,
we'll do it right now.
But, Ward, supper'll be
ready in a few minutes.
I don't want them
getting all dirty.
Well, all right. You go ahead.
I'll squeeze the car in
there somehow tonight.
But, fellas,
let's just understand
each other about this.
I don't want to come
home tomorrow night
and find the garage
in that condition.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Well, you don't
have to look at me
as though I were
some kind of a monster.
Oh, I'm not, dear.
All I know is everything was
peaceful and quiet around here
until you got home.
Boy, Dad sure was
mad, wasn't he?
Yeah.
When I get to be a father,
I'm not gonna yell at my kids.
Sure you will.
The only fathers that
don't yell at their kids
are on television.
- Hello, dear.
- Are the boys home?
Yes. They're in the living room.
- Dear... Dear,
you saw the garage?
- Yes, I did.
Well, Ward, it's really
not the boys' fault.
Well, I'd like to know
why it isn't their fault.
Wally had a basketball game... and
you wouldn't want him to miss that...
And Beaver's class had a crisis.
- A crisis?
- Yes.
Angela Valentine lost her
bike plate on the playground,
and the whole class
had to stay and look for it.
Hi, Dad. We won the
basketball game 36 to 12.
- That's fine.
- Hi, Dad.
Angela Valentine
lost her bike plate,
and Judy Hensler got
a gold star for finding it.
That's nice.
Uh, is there
something wrong, Dad?
Yes. The garage is in the same
condition it was in yesterday.
- Well, Ward,
they got home late.
- That's no excuse.
You should have gone out there
and gotten it cleaned up
the minute you got home.
It was a very stupid thing to do
to leave it in that
condition two days in a row.
Now, tomorrow's Saturday,
and I expect you to get out
there and get that thing cleaned up
before you do anything
else, do you understand?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
What are you building
out there anyway?
A cage for our chinchillas.
Chinchillas?
Yeah. But we gave
it up on account
of Eddie Haskell says they
cost $200 or $300 apiece.
Yeah. And Wally says
even if we did save up $200,
you'd make us
put it in the bank.
Maybe I would and
maybe I wouldn't have.
But you two get that garage
cleaned up in the morning.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Dear, did you know they were
planning on raising chinchillas?
Yes. They told me yesterday.
Why didn't you say
something to me about it?
Because Beaver promised
me the first coat free.
- Oh, good morning, Fred.
- Good morning, June.
- Big boss up yet?
- Yes.
Ward'll be right down.
It's a shame you two
have to work today.
Well, that's the way it
is with a big company.
They call the signals,
and you carry out the plays.
- Good morning, Fred.
- Good morning.
- Well, you two have a nice day.
- Uh, June?
- Are the boys having breakfast?
- Yes, they are.
- Would you tell them
I want to see them a minute?
- All right, dear.
- Well, good-bye, Fred.
- Oh, June,
Mrs. R and I were wondering if you
folks were doing anything on Thursday.
Thursday? No, I don't think so.
Oh, fine. We'll have to
get together sometime.
Why don't you give
Gwendolyn a ring?
Yes, I'll do that, Fred.
You're our favorite
people, you know.
You want to go in my car, Fred?
Oh, no. Mine's right out front.
Might as well be comfortable.
- Good morning, Mr. Rutherford.
- Morning, Mr. Rutherford.
Hello, men.
Uh, fellows, I have to go
to the office this morning,
but I want that little
matter we talked about
taken care of by
the time I get home.
I backed the car out.
Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure, Dad.
Good-bye, Mr. Rutherford.
Good-bye, Wally.
Well, I hope you have a
nice day at the office, Dad.
You have to keep a firm hand
on boys nowadays, Ward.
My Clarence answered
me back the other day.
I smacked him
right in the mouth.
None of that psychology for me.
Hey, Beaver, don't throw
those nails in the toolbox.
- Put them in the bucket.
- Yeah.
You know, Wally, I'm kind of
glad we didn't get chinchillas.
How come?
Well, we might've
got to like them,
and I'd hate to see a friend
of mine made into a coat.
Yeah. Hey, look, I'm
gonna take this junk out
and put it behind the garage.
You pick up some of the
rest of those little pieces.
Okay, Wally.
Hey, Beaver, what are you doing?
Trying to get this piece of
wood unstuck from Dad's tire.
Wait a minute. Maybe it...
Boy, Beaver, now you did it.
Yeah, I guess I sure did.
Gee, Wally, why
are we in trouble?
Dad got the car out.
Yeah. But we're the ones
that left the nails lying around.
Yeah.
Boy, Dad's really
gonna call us stupid now.
- Oh, hello, Eddie.
- Good morning, Mrs. Cleaver.
I hope I haven't disturbed you.
No. I was just doing
a little cleaning.
Oh. We have a cleaning
woman that comes in.
That's nice.
My mother says she'd do her own,
but when you're a social leader,
you can't do your own housework.
Eddie, if you're looking for
Wally, he's around by the garage.
Thank you, Mrs. Cleaver.
It's no good, Wally. The
air's sneaking out again.
Yeah. Well, I told
you it would do that.
Hi, men.
- Hi, Eddie.
- Hello, Eddie.
How did it happen?
We got a nail stuck in
the tire, and it got flatted.
Yeah. We were trying to
fix it before Dad got home.
No strain.
Just put the
spare tire on there,
throw this one in the trunk,
and keep your mouths shut.
Well, but heck, Eddie,
then what if our father
was way out in the
country and he got a flat?
He'd be stuck without any spare.
So what?
You wouldn't be around
for him to sock you.
Gee, Eddie, we wouldn't pull a
dirty trick like that on our father.
Okay. If you're chicken.
Hey, why don't you
just yank the thing off,
take it down to the gas
station and let them patch it?
Then you could stick it back
on before the warden gets home.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess we
could get it patched.
Hey, Eddie, you want
to help us change a tire?
Are you kidding?
And get all dirty?
I'm on my way over to
see Mary Ellen Rogers.
I don't want her old
lady to think I'm a slob.
Yeah. Yeah. Sure, Eddie.
So long, guys.
Yeah. I'll see you.
Hey, Wally, you really
know how to change a tire?
No. But I don't
know a better way
of finding out than
by changing one.
Hmm?
No. They just came
in, had their lunch
and went right back to
work in the garage again.
Well, I guess they're
trying to do a good job.
Well, that's fine, dear.
It'll be kind of a novelty
being able to get my
car in my own garage.
I... Uh, Fred... Fred,
I'm on the phone.
- Oh. Sorry, old man.
- What's that, dear?
When will you be home?
Uh-huh.
Okay, Beav. Now we can
take it down to the gas station.
Yeah. How come Mom's
not getting suspicious
what we're doing out here?
Because she thinks
we're cleaning the garage,
and, well, she trusts us.
Oh, dear, by the way,
I gave Gwendolyn
Rutherford a ring.
They're busy Thursday night.
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, uh... Fred. Fred!
Oh. Sorry.
Well, get home as
soon as you can, dear.
Bye.
How are we gonna get the tire
out of here without Mom seeing it?
Well, look, Beaver,
you go inside and get her
attention on something else,
and then when I get
out in front, I'll whistle.
Well, okay.
Hello, Beaver. Have you
finished out in the garage yet?
Uh, not quite, Mom.
Do you want something?
No. No.
Hey, Mom, look.
Is that an elephant?
An elephant? Where?
Right out there by the tree.
Beaver, I don't see
anything out there.
You're just fooling
me, aren't you?
Yeah. I was just
trying to make a joke.
But it sure would be funny
if there was an elephant
out there, wouldn't it, Mom?
Beaver, is that all you wanted?
Well... Yeah,
that's all I wanted.
Excuse us.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Ward, do you suppose
anybody in the home office
ever reads these reports?
Well, if I didn't think so, Fred, I
wouldn't be down here on a Saturday.
Yes.
I guess I'll never be the
company man you are.
- Yeah, sure.
- But Gwen and I have
a little nest egg of our own.
And one of these days...
One of these days...
If you'd like to
raise chinchillas,
I know where you
can get a cage cheap.
What's that?
Oh. Sure, Ward.
Say, Ward, this'll take you
back to when you were a kid.
Look at those two boys
rolling a tire down the street.
Yeah. Uh-huh.
They look a little like
your two, Ward, old man.
My two boys are home
cleaning out the garage, Fred.
Oh, sure.
By the way, June
called Gwendolyn.
She says you folks
are busy Thursday night.
Oh. Oh, we must get
together one of these days.
I can't get over how those
two looked like your lads.
Boy, what a miserable
day, huh, Beav?
Yeah.
Why do these kind of days
always have to come on Saturdays?
Yeah.
You wiping the
fingerprints off, Wally?
Nah. I'm just getting
the grease off.
Wally! Beaver!
Yeah, Mom?
Boys, would you come in now?
Yeah. We're coming
right now, Mom.
Boy, I hope Mom's not
mad about the elephant.
Elephant? What elephant?
Uh, no elephant.
Oh, you boys go right up
and take a bath this minute.
Why, Mom?
Why? Can't you see
how dirty you are?
Well, I haven't been
looking at myself, Mom.
Beaver... But, Mom...
Uh, Mom, I think it
would be a very good idea
if we went upstairs
and took a bath.
Hello?
Hello, Mrs. Cleaver.
This is Edward Haskell.
If I'm not disturbing you too much,
could I please speak to Wally?
Just a minute,
Edward. I'll call him.
Wally!
Wally!
Wally, I've been calling
you. Eddie's on the phone.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.
I didn't hear you.
Beaver had the water running
out of the tub. I'll be right down.
Hello?
Hey, Wally, you
get that crazy flat tire
back on the car before
your old man caught you?
Uh, what crazy flat
tire was that, Eddie?
Oh. Hello, Mr. Cleaver.
Hello, Eddie. What's new?
Uh, nothing, Mr. Cleaver.
Uh, it's not important.
And I think I hear my mother
calling. Good-bye, Mr. Cleaver.
Ward, that was for Wally.
Yeah, I know. I got the
message. What's all this?
Oh, the boys got their
clothes covered with grease
cleaning out the garage.
Mm-hmm.
What's the matter?
Well, somehow, today,
our boys got a
flat tire on my car,
took the tire off, had it fixed
and got it back on the car again
before their old man came
home and caught them.
Wally! Beaver!
Ward, that's ridiculous.
Why, I was here all day.
Nothing like that
could've happened.
Hi.
Is, uh... Is Eddie
still on the phone?
No. He hung up. I think
his mother called him.
Oh.
Well, sit down, fellas.
I haven't seen you all day.
Did you have a nice
day at the office, Dad?
Oh, a very nice day, Beaver.
And, uh, did you
two have a nice day
getting the garage all
spic-and-span for your old dad?
Uh, you know
something, don't you, Dad?
Why would you say that?
Well, on account of
you wouldn't be so polite
and everything unless
you had the goods on us.
What in the world went
on around here today?
Well, we flatted
a tire on the car,
and we got it fixed
and we stuck it back on.
All right, boys.
Now, suppose you tell me
how the tire got, uh, flatted.
Well, uh, from some of the
nails that we left lying around.
I see. And why didn't you come
to your mother
or me and tell us?
Well, on account
of we didn't want you
to call us stupid again, Dad.
When did I ever call you stupid?
Last night, when you found
the garage was still messed up.
Yeah. You really
hollered at us, Dad.
Yeah, well, you
disobeyed me, fellas.
- What else could I do?
- You could've hit us.
Beaver, you know
I'd never hit you.
Yeah, Dad. But if a guy gets
hit, well, then it goes away.
But if a guy's father calls
him stupid or something,
then it makes him feel
bad for a real long time.
Yeah, Dad. Once, when I
was in the second grade,
you called me a little boob,
and I still feel bad about that.
But we don't really
mean things like this.
Well, it just
sometimes slips out
on the spur of the moment.
All right, fellas.
I'm sorry.
I, uh... I know that sometimes
the wrong word can
hurt more than a slap,
and I know, too,
that I must watch what
I say when I get angry.
But you didn't need
to sneak that tire off.
You could've waited
until I came home,
then simply come to me and said,
"Dad, we had a little bad
luck today, and the tire's flat."
And I'd probably have said,
"Oh, well, okay, fellas, we'll
take it down and get it fixed."
Yeah, Dad.
Yeah, you might have,
but, well, we just
couldn't take a chance.
Oh.
Yeah, I guess I see
your point, Wally.
Can we go back upstairs
now? We're only half dry.
Yeah. Sure, Beav.
You know something, dear?
What?
Sometimes, when
I talk to those two,
I don't know who learns
the most... them or us.
Well, this time, I think we did.
Okay, now get over here. Go down
five or six steps and cut to the left.
You ready?
Better come in now.
Supper's almost ready.
Yeah. We'll be right in, dear.
But watch this first. Ready?
Hike.
Hey!
That's the way, Wally!
Just don't get in my flowers.
- Okay.
- Now me, Dad. Now me.
All right. Get over there.
Cut sharp left. You ready?
Hike.
Ho! Oh, Beaver. Beaver, come on.
Pick up your feet.
You're running
like a regular old...
- Regular old what, Dad?
- Y...
A regular old pro.
Really, Dad? Really?
You bet your life.
A regular old pro.
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and...
- Here you are.
- Yep.
Your sons have been fooling
with my desk calendar again.
Why do you say that?
Well, because according to this,
today is Monday,
the 34th of February.
Well, dear, it's
never right anyway.
You're supposed
to set it every day.
I don't know why I should have
to tell the calendar what day it is.
The calendar should tell me.
Well, don't put it away,
dear. It matches the clock.
Yeah. And according to
that, it's 3:30 in the morning.
Well, cheer up, dear.
You're getting one break.
You don't have to hear
Beaver's spelling words.
Oh? Did you hear them?
No. He called up Larry Mondello,
and they heard each other's
spelling words over the phone.
What about Wally?
He has a special
assignment in English.
His class is exchanging
letters with students in Belgium.
There you are.
Well, the date's right,
but this isn't Sunday.
It's better than the
34th of February.
Yeah.
Here it is, Wally.
"Earn money in your spare time."
Yeah, but what do we know
about raising chinchillas?
Gee, Wally, it says here
they're clean,
friendly little animals.
And here's a man in Des Moines
that made $10,000 in one year.
$10,000?
Yeah. It's even signed by him.
"Mr. J.T."
Nah. How do you even
know that's a real guy?
Well, because it's got his
picture. He's got a real face.
Nah, that's nothing.
Look, Beaver, would
you leave me alone?
I gotta finish this letter
to this kid in Belgium.
How come you
gotta finish it tonight?
Do you gotta mail it tonight?
No. We don't get to mail it
till our English teacher,
Mr. Cartwright, reads it.
How come he's gotta read it?
Well, he fixes up our
grammar and spelling and stuff
so us Americans don't
look like a bunch of creeps.
Will you let me write it?
$10,000 in one year.
In five years, that's $50,000.
In ten years...
Where can we keep
chinchillas anyway?
Gee, Wally, we could
build a cage for them
and keep them in the garage,
and pretty soon, they'd have
our picture in the magazine.
Well, how much
does it say they are?
It doesn't say.
It just says,
"Write for details."
While we're writing for details,
we could build them a cage.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess we
could write for details.
Hey, Wally, what do they
use chinchillas for anyway?
Well, they take them and they
make rich ladies' coats out of them.
You mean they've gotta be dead?
Well, sure.
You're not gonna make
$10,000 a year just petting them.
Wally! Beaver! June!
Look, boys,
now, I'm delighted
that you're building
something together, but...
Look, how would you like it
if you left the house
in the morning,
and you drove to your job,
you worked hard all day
trying to make a living,
then you came home at night
and you opened the garage door,
and you couldn't
put your car inside?
Now, just how would
you feel about that?
Gee, Dad, I don't know.
I'm still in the fourth grade.
What are you smiling about?
Who, me? Oh, uh, nothing.
Nothing. I just thought of something
funny that happened in school.
Well, something funny's
gonna happen around here
if that garage isn't cleaned
up and my tools put away.
Yes, sir. Yeah,
we'll do it right now.
But, Ward, supper'll be
ready in a few minutes.
I don't want them
getting all dirty.
Well, all right. You go ahead.
I'll squeeze the car in
there somehow tonight.
But, fellas,
let's just understand
each other about this.
I don't want to come
home tomorrow night
and find the garage
in that condition.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Well, you don't
have to look at me
as though I were
some kind of a monster.
Oh, I'm not, dear.
All I know is everything was
peaceful and quiet around here
until you got home.
Boy, Dad sure was
mad, wasn't he?
Yeah.
When I get to be a father,
I'm not gonna yell at my kids.
Sure you will.
The only fathers that
don't yell at their kids
are on television.
- Hello, dear.
- Are the boys home?
Yes. They're in the living room.
- Dear... Dear,
you saw the garage?
- Yes, I did.
Well, Ward, it's really
not the boys' fault.
Well, I'd like to know
why it isn't their fault.
Wally had a basketball game... and
you wouldn't want him to miss that...
And Beaver's class had a crisis.
- A crisis?
- Yes.
Angela Valentine lost her
bike plate on the playground,
and the whole class
had to stay and look for it.
Hi, Dad. We won the
basketball game 36 to 12.
- That's fine.
- Hi, Dad.
Angela Valentine
lost her bike plate,
and Judy Hensler got
a gold star for finding it.
That's nice.
Uh, is there
something wrong, Dad?
Yes. The garage is in the same
condition it was in yesterday.
- Well, Ward,
they got home late.
- That's no excuse.
You should have gone out there
and gotten it cleaned up
the minute you got home.
It was a very stupid thing to do
to leave it in that
condition two days in a row.
Now, tomorrow's Saturday,
and I expect you to get out
there and get that thing cleaned up
before you do anything
else, do you understand?
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
What are you building
out there anyway?
A cage for our chinchillas.
Chinchillas?
Yeah. But we gave
it up on account
of Eddie Haskell says they
cost $200 or $300 apiece.
Yeah. And Wally says
even if we did save up $200,
you'd make us
put it in the bank.
Maybe I would and
maybe I wouldn't have.
But you two get that garage
cleaned up in the morning.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
Dear, did you know they were
planning on raising chinchillas?
Yes. They told me yesterday.
Why didn't you say
something to me about it?
Because Beaver promised
me the first coat free.
- Oh, good morning, Fred.
- Good morning, June.
- Big boss up yet?
- Yes.
Ward'll be right down.
It's a shame you two
have to work today.
Well, that's the way it
is with a big company.
They call the signals,
and you carry out the plays.
- Good morning, Fred.
- Good morning.
- Well, you two have a nice day.
- Uh, June?
- Are the boys having breakfast?
- Yes, they are.
- Would you tell them
I want to see them a minute?
- All right, dear.
- Well, good-bye, Fred.
- Oh, June,
Mrs. R and I were wondering if you
folks were doing anything on Thursday.
Thursday? No, I don't think so.
Oh, fine. We'll have to
get together sometime.
Why don't you give
Gwendolyn a ring?
Yes, I'll do that, Fred.
You're our favorite
people, you know.
You want to go in my car, Fred?
Oh, no. Mine's right out front.
Might as well be comfortable.
- Good morning, Mr. Rutherford.
- Morning, Mr. Rutherford.
Hello, men.
Uh, fellows, I have to go
to the office this morning,
but I want that little
matter we talked about
taken care of by
the time I get home.
I backed the car out.
Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure, Dad.
Good-bye, Mr. Rutherford.
Good-bye, Wally.
Well, I hope you have a
nice day at the office, Dad.
You have to keep a firm hand
on boys nowadays, Ward.
My Clarence answered
me back the other day.
I smacked him
right in the mouth.
None of that psychology for me.
Hey, Beaver, don't throw
those nails in the toolbox.
- Put them in the bucket.
- Yeah.
You know, Wally, I'm kind of
glad we didn't get chinchillas.
How come?
Well, we might've
got to like them,
and I'd hate to see a friend
of mine made into a coat.
Yeah. Hey, look, I'm
gonna take this junk out
and put it behind the garage.
You pick up some of the
rest of those little pieces.
Okay, Wally.
Hey, Beaver, what are you doing?
Trying to get this piece of
wood unstuck from Dad's tire.
Wait a minute. Maybe it...
Boy, Beaver, now you did it.
Yeah, I guess I sure did.
Gee, Wally, why
are we in trouble?
Dad got the car out.
Yeah. But we're the ones
that left the nails lying around.
Yeah.
Boy, Dad's really
gonna call us stupid now.
- Oh, hello, Eddie.
- Good morning, Mrs. Cleaver.
I hope I haven't disturbed you.
No. I was just doing
a little cleaning.
Oh. We have a cleaning
woman that comes in.
That's nice.
My mother says she'd do her own,
but when you're a social leader,
you can't do your own housework.
Eddie, if you're looking for
Wally, he's around by the garage.
Thank you, Mrs. Cleaver.
It's no good, Wally. The
air's sneaking out again.
Yeah. Well, I told
you it would do that.
Hi, men.
- Hi, Eddie.
- Hello, Eddie.
How did it happen?
We got a nail stuck in
the tire, and it got flatted.
Yeah. We were trying to
fix it before Dad got home.
No strain.
Just put the
spare tire on there,
throw this one in the trunk,
and keep your mouths shut.
Well, but heck, Eddie,
then what if our father
was way out in the
country and he got a flat?
He'd be stuck without any spare.
So what?
You wouldn't be around
for him to sock you.
Gee, Eddie, we wouldn't pull a
dirty trick like that on our father.
Okay. If you're chicken.
Hey, why don't you
just yank the thing off,
take it down to the gas
station and let them patch it?
Then you could stick it back
on before the warden gets home.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess we
could get it patched.
Hey, Eddie, you want
to help us change a tire?
Are you kidding?
And get all dirty?
I'm on my way over to
see Mary Ellen Rogers.
I don't want her old
lady to think I'm a slob.
Yeah. Yeah. Sure, Eddie.
So long, guys.
Yeah. I'll see you.
Hey, Wally, you really
know how to change a tire?
No. But I don't
know a better way
of finding out than
by changing one.
Hmm?
No. They just came
in, had their lunch
and went right back to
work in the garage again.
Well, I guess they're
trying to do a good job.
Well, that's fine, dear.
It'll be kind of a novelty
being able to get my
car in my own garage.
I... Uh, Fred... Fred,
I'm on the phone.
- Oh. Sorry, old man.
- What's that, dear?
When will you be home?
Uh-huh.
Okay, Beav. Now we can
take it down to the gas station.
Yeah. How come Mom's
not getting suspicious
what we're doing out here?
Because she thinks
we're cleaning the garage,
and, well, she trusts us.
Oh, dear, by the way,
I gave Gwendolyn
Rutherford a ring.
They're busy Thursday night.
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, uh... Fred. Fred!
Oh. Sorry.
Well, get home as
soon as you can, dear.
Bye.
How are we gonna get the tire
out of here without Mom seeing it?
Well, look, Beaver,
you go inside and get her
attention on something else,
and then when I get
out in front, I'll whistle.
Well, okay.
Hello, Beaver. Have you
finished out in the garage yet?
Uh, not quite, Mom.
Do you want something?
No. No.
Hey, Mom, look.
Is that an elephant?
An elephant? Where?
Right out there by the tree.
Beaver, I don't see
anything out there.
You're just fooling
me, aren't you?
Yeah. I was just
trying to make a joke.
But it sure would be funny
if there was an elephant
out there, wouldn't it, Mom?
Beaver, is that all you wanted?
Well... Yeah,
that's all I wanted.
Excuse us.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Ward, do you suppose
anybody in the home office
ever reads these reports?
Well, if I didn't think so, Fred, I
wouldn't be down here on a Saturday.
Yes.
I guess I'll never be the
company man you are.
- Yeah, sure.
- But Gwen and I have
a little nest egg of our own.
And one of these days...
One of these days...
If you'd like to
raise chinchillas,
I know where you
can get a cage cheap.
What's that?
Oh. Sure, Ward.
Say, Ward, this'll take you
back to when you were a kid.
Look at those two boys
rolling a tire down the street.
Yeah. Uh-huh.
They look a little like
your two, Ward, old man.
My two boys are home
cleaning out the garage, Fred.
Oh, sure.
By the way, June
called Gwendolyn.
She says you folks
are busy Thursday night.
Oh. Oh, we must get
together one of these days.
I can't get over how those
two looked like your lads.
Boy, what a miserable
day, huh, Beav?
Yeah.
Why do these kind of days
always have to come on Saturdays?
Yeah.
You wiping the
fingerprints off, Wally?
Nah. I'm just getting
the grease off.
Wally! Beaver!
Yeah, Mom?
Boys, would you come in now?
Yeah. We're coming
right now, Mom.
Boy, I hope Mom's not
mad about the elephant.
Elephant? What elephant?
Uh, no elephant.
Oh, you boys go right up
and take a bath this minute.
Why, Mom?
Why? Can't you see
how dirty you are?
Well, I haven't been
looking at myself, Mom.
Beaver... But, Mom...
Uh, Mom, I think it
would be a very good idea
if we went upstairs
and took a bath.
Hello?
Hello, Mrs. Cleaver.
This is Edward Haskell.
If I'm not disturbing you too much,
could I please speak to Wally?
Just a minute,
Edward. I'll call him.
Wally!
Wally!
Wally, I've been calling
you. Eddie's on the phone.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.
I didn't hear you.
Beaver had the water running
out of the tub. I'll be right down.
Hello?
Hey, Wally, you
get that crazy flat tire
back on the car before
your old man caught you?
Uh, what crazy flat
tire was that, Eddie?
Oh. Hello, Mr. Cleaver.
Hello, Eddie. What's new?
Uh, nothing, Mr. Cleaver.
Uh, it's not important.
And I think I hear my mother
calling. Good-bye, Mr. Cleaver.
Ward, that was for Wally.
Yeah, I know. I got the
message. What's all this?
Oh, the boys got their
clothes covered with grease
cleaning out the garage.
Mm-hmm.
What's the matter?
Well, somehow, today,
our boys got a
flat tire on my car,
took the tire off, had it fixed
and got it back on the car again
before their old man came
home and caught them.
Wally! Beaver!
Ward, that's ridiculous.
Why, I was here all day.
Nothing like that
could've happened.
Hi.
Is, uh... Is Eddie
still on the phone?
No. He hung up. I think
his mother called him.
Oh.
Well, sit down, fellas.
I haven't seen you all day.
Did you have a nice
day at the office, Dad?
Oh, a very nice day, Beaver.
And, uh, did you
two have a nice day
getting the garage all
spic-and-span for your old dad?
Uh, you know
something, don't you, Dad?
Why would you say that?
Well, on account of
you wouldn't be so polite
and everything unless
you had the goods on us.
What in the world went
on around here today?
Well, we flatted
a tire on the car,
and we got it fixed
and we stuck it back on.
All right, boys.
Now, suppose you tell me
how the tire got, uh, flatted.
Well, uh, from some of the
nails that we left lying around.
I see. And why didn't you come
to your mother
or me and tell us?
Well, on account
of we didn't want you
to call us stupid again, Dad.
When did I ever call you stupid?
Last night, when you found
the garage was still messed up.
Yeah. You really
hollered at us, Dad.
Yeah, well, you
disobeyed me, fellas.
- What else could I do?
- You could've hit us.
Beaver, you know
I'd never hit you.
Yeah, Dad. But if a guy gets
hit, well, then it goes away.
But if a guy's father calls
him stupid or something,
then it makes him feel
bad for a real long time.
Yeah, Dad. Once, when I
was in the second grade,
you called me a little boob,
and I still feel bad about that.
But we don't really
mean things like this.
Well, it just
sometimes slips out
on the spur of the moment.
All right, fellas.
I'm sorry.
I, uh... I know that sometimes
the wrong word can
hurt more than a slap,
and I know, too,
that I must watch what
I say when I get angry.
But you didn't need
to sneak that tire off.
You could've waited
until I came home,
then simply come to me and said,
"Dad, we had a little bad
luck today, and the tire's flat."
And I'd probably have said,
"Oh, well, okay, fellas, we'll
take it down and get it fixed."
Yeah, Dad.
Yeah, you might have,
but, well, we just
couldn't take a chance.
Oh.
Yeah, I guess I see
your point, Wally.
Can we go back upstairs
now? We're only half dry.
Yeah. Sure, Beav.
You know something, dear?
What?
Sometimes, when
I talk to those two,
I don't know who learns
the most... them or us.
Well, this time, I think we did.
Okay, now get over here. Go down
five or six steps and cut to the left.
You ready?
Better come in now.
Supper's almost ready.
Yeah. We'll be right in, dear.
But watch this first. Ready?
Hike.
Hey!
That's the way, Wally!
Just don't get in my flowers.
- Okay.
- Now me, Dad. Now me.
All right. Get over there.
Cut sharp left. You ready?
Hike.
Ho! Oh, Beaver. Beaver, come on.
Pick up your feet.
You're running
like a regular old...
- Regular old what, Dad?
- Y...
A regular old pro.
Really, Dad? Really?
You bet your life.
A regular old pro.
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