Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 3, Episode 26 - Beaver's Bike - full transcript

Starring...

and...

- Hi.
- Hi.

When did you get home?

A couple of minutes ago.

I'm kind of tired.

Why are you tired?

Dear, I am tired

from having such a gay,
happy, riotous day at the office.

Oh.

Beaver wants to see you.



I'll talk to him after supper.

Oh, honey, he's been
waiting since 3:30.

Come on, you talk to him now.

All right, I'll go talk to him.

Oh, you don't think there's
anything wrong, do you?

Oh, no. If there were, I
think he'd have told me first

so I could break
it to you gently.

Dear.

Dear, you didn't really have a happy,
riotous time at the office, did you?

Ye... No, dear.

You just see that you never do.

Yes, dear.

Wally, do you think when I
ask him, Dad will say yes?

I don't know.



Sometimes when
you think he'll say no,

he says yes,

and sometimes when
you think he'll say yes,

he says no.

I think that's got something
to do with being a father.

I hope he's in a
yes mood tonight.

Hi, fellows.

Beaver, your mother tells me you
want to have a little talk with me.

I don't want to have a
little talk with you, Dad.

I just want to know could
I ride my bike to school.

Beaver, you just
got it Saturday.

Anyway, you ride
to school on the bus.

But if I rode my bike, I
wouldn't have to ride on the bus.

Well...

Sure, Dad, you can't
argue with him there.

Can't I, Dad? Can't I, huh?

Beaver, I... I thought
you were happy

just to ride your
bike around here.

I don't know about
riding it to school.

Gee, Whitey Whitney's father

lets him ride his
bike to school,

and Larry Mondello's father

lets him ride his
bike to school.

I don't want to be the only
guy with a no-bicycle father.

Just a minute, Beaver,

if their fathers let them
play with dynamite,

would you expect me to
let you do the same thing?

But I don't want to
play with dynamite.

I just want to ride
my bike to school.

I think I'd better talk this
over with your mother.

That means he
can't do it, huh, Dad?

No, Wally, it doesn't
mean that at all.

It just means that I think
this is the sort of thing

your mother and
I should agree on.

I'll let you know after supper.

Thanks a lot, Dad.

What do you think, Wally?

I don't know.

You in good with Mom right now?

I think so.

When I came home
from school today,

I gave her a big hug.

That might help,

but I don't know if women
understand bikes too good.

I think it would be better if you
wanted to plant flowers or something.

What did Beaver want?

Oh, he wants to know if he
can ride his new bike to school.

Oh, what did you tell him?

I told him I'd talk
it over with you.

I see.

Then if you say no,
I get half the blame.

That's right.

Well, actually it
isn't far to school,

and there's not much
traffic on the way.

I don't suppose
there's any danger in it,

but I'd just feel a lot better
if he kept riding the bus.

All right,

but, you know, I think instead of
coming right out and saying no,

I'll just kind of point out

the advantages
of riding the bus.

You know, it's more comfortable.

It's better in rainy weather.

You're sure of getting
to school on time.

I think we'll find he'll just give
up the idea of riding his bike.

You know, Ward, you're
a very clever father.

Now, Beaver, you be
sure and eat all your lunch.

Okay, Mom.

Yeah, and don't go
driving that thing over 60.

Now, look, son.

I do want you to
take it very easy

and obey all the traffic rules.

Okay, Dad.

Yeah, and don't
forget to lock it.

Oh, yeah, I got my
combination lock on it.

Do you remember the combination?

Sure, Mom.

I've got it written on my arm.

Honey, you better memorize it.

It'll wash off.

Gee, no, Mom.

I don't wash that high
unless I take a bath.

Let's go, Beav.

Okay.

Come on, Beav, let's go!

Okay. I gotta go now.

So long, Mom. So long, Dad.

Good-bye, Beaver.

Don't kiss me, Mom.
The guys are watching.

I hope he'll be all right.

Don't worry, Mom.

Kids are dumb, but
they manage to grow up.

Oh, they do, do they?

Well, sure. I made it, didn't I?

Almost, Wally. Almost.

- So long.
- Good-bye.

Bye, Wally.

Hi, Wally.

Oh, hi, Mom.

What in the world
are you eating?

This? Oh, it's my own invention.

It's a sandwich with
the meat on the outside.

Let me get you a plate.

Here you are.

All gone, Mom.

Wally, don't they teach
you any manners at school?

You know, that's funny, Mom.

At school they're always saying

"Don't they teach you
any manners at home?"

Oh.

Did you see Beaver
on the way home?

Nah. He'll be home.

He's probably just
goofing around on his bike.

Oh, dear.

I hope he doesn't
come home late.

Hey, Mom,

how come you and Dad are
always worrying about us?

Because, Wally,

along with a lot
of other things,

we're responsible for you boys

until you're 21.

Eddie says it's 18.

Eddies seems to know
a lot about the law.

Yeah, he told his
father that in three years

he's going over the wall.

Wally, what a
terrible thing to say.

He doesn't really mean it, Mom.

Eddie just says junk like that

so his father won't
know he likes him.

Is it so awful to
like your father?

It is when you're trying to
be a character, like Eddie.

Um, if Beaver doesn't
come home soon,

I'm going to call your father

and have him look for
him on the way home.

Gosh, Mom, what if Dad
found him in front of the guys?

That would ruin him for life
before he even got started.

Hey, Larry,

how come after we
paid for the sodas,

the man in the store
told us to beat it?

I don't know.

- I guess 'cause we're kids.
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey, kid, is this
new bike your bike?

Yeah, this neat bike's my bike.

Sure. Who'd you
think it belonged to?

I wasn't hurting it.

I was just thinking,

boy, this bike must belong
to some millionaire's kid.

Well, I'm no millionaire's kid.

It's a new bike, and
I ride it to school.

Hey, it's got handbrakes.

That's a gear shift for
going up hills more easy.

Gee, I'd sure like to
ride a bike like this.

Do you think I
could give it a try?

Give it a try where?

Just up and down.

What do you think, Larry?

Well, if it was my
bike, I'd let him ride it,

but that's because
I'm a good guy.

I'm just as good
a guy as you are.

Okay, kid, go ahead and ride it.

Gee, thanks.

Boy, what a neat bike.

You know, you're just about
the luckiest kid in the whole world.

Oh, you didn't ride it far
enough to get up any speed.

You mean I could
ride it some more?

Sure you can. Can't he, Beaver?

Well, yeah, I guess so.

Like around the block?

Yeah, and going up the hill
you could try out the gears.

Boy, thanks.

I'll be back in a
couple of minutes.

He's a nice kid, huh, Larry?

Yeah.

Do you think I should've
let him ride my bike?

Well, sure.

What do you want
to be, a bike miser?

Yeah.

You won me again, Beav.

Hey, Larry,

how long did that
kid say he'd be gone?

Couple of minutes.

Has he been gone that long?

I think he's been gone a
couple of couple of minutes.

He'll be back, won't he?

Oh, sure he'll be back.

He was a nice guy.

He's probably just
trying out the gears.

Yeah.

I wish I didn't have gears.

Maybe he'd be back by now.

Come on, Beav, play
me another game.

Dear.

Dear, I'm getting worried.

I think you should
go and look for him.

Let's give him a few
more minutes, June.

I don't want him to
think we don't trust him

the first day he takes his bike.

Hey, Dad? Beaver home yet?

No, he's not.

Hey, maybe he wrecked
his bike against a tree,

and he's carrying
it home on his back.

Wally, I'm sure if
something happened,

he'd phone us and let us know.

Gee, I don't know if
he'd waste a whole dime

just calling home.

Well, I don't think he would.

He wasn't down
my side of the street.

He wasn't down my
side of the street, either.

He's sure been gone more
than a couple of minutes.

Yeah. Last time I looked
at the clock in the store,

it was 25 minutes.

You know, Larry,

I don't think he's
coming back tonight.

I don't think he's
ever coming back.

He can't never come back

'cause we know where he lives.

Oh.

How do we know that?

On account of he's
a friend of yours.

Gee, Beaver, I never
saw that kid before.

But, gee, Larry,
you said hi to him.

I say hi to everybody.

But gee, Larry,

you told me to let him have
my bike and be a good guy.

Well, I didn't tell you
to be a dumb good guy.

You know, Larry,
that kid stole my bike.

Yeah.

You know, Beaver,

you ought to go
tell somebody quick.

Yeah.

What's the matter?

I'm trying to think of
somebody I can tell

who's not going to yell at me.

Yeah, I know.

Um, do you want me
to go home with you

and watch while
you tell your father?

No, if he's going to yell at me,

I'd rather he yell
at me by myself.

Bye, Beav.

So long, Larry.

June. June?

Is Beaver here?

No, he's not, dear,

and I think I better
go look for him.

I knew it was a mistake

to let him ride his
bicycle to school.

Yes, dear, you've told
me that twice already.

Dear, I'm not
exactly blaming you.

No, you're coming as close
to it as you can, though.

- Oh, now, dear...
- Hey, Dad?

Would you like me to
go look for the Beaver

while you guys
finish the argument?

Wally, we're not arguing.

And I'll go and look for him.

Well, so here we are.

Yes, sir. Here we are.

Where have you been, Beaver?

Didn't you know we
were worried about you?

Yeah, I kind of figured
you'd be worried about me,

but I didn't know what
I could do about it.

Beaver, I gave you permission
to ride back and forth to school,

but you had no business to
stay out this late on your bicycle.

I didn't stay out this
late on my bicycle.

Of course you
did. It's... It's 6:10.

Uh, Dad?

I think he's trying to tell you
something happened to the bike.

Beaver, is your bicycle
wrecked, or was it lost?

No, Mom. It was stoled.

- Stole?
- Yes, sir.

It was stole by a kid in
front of the candy store.

Boy, Beaver.

Beaver, that was a
brand-new bicycle.

To let it be stolen was an absolutely
stupid and careless thing to do.

What did you do after
you found it was gone?

I wished I was dead.

You wished you were dead?

Yeah, I wished it
for about 15 minutes,

but nothing happened,
so I came home.

Now, look, Beaver... Dear.

Supper's all ready.

Don't you think we
could talk about it later?

Well, all right.

You go upstairs and
get washed, Beaver.

Yes, Mom.

Boy, Beaver, how could
you let a kid steal your bike?

I don't know.

I guess 'cause he
stole a little at a time.

Hm.

Something goes wrong,
and he wishes he were dead.

Ward, I remember
when I was Beaver's age

and I did something wrong.

I used to wish that all of a
sudden it would be tomorrow.

And don't you dare
say he's just like me.

And it was a white
bike with blue trim.

It seems to me it was more
blue than it was white, dear,

and it had all sorts
of little doodads on it.

Look, dear, I'm sure the
bike was mainly white.

After all, I helped
him pick it out.

But, dear, it's...
Come on in, Beaver.

Well, Theodore, This
is Sergeant Peterson.

He's going to help
us find your bike.

Thank you if you're
going to help us.

Okay, son.

Can you describe the bike?

Oh, yes, sir.

It was a blue bike
with white trim

and had gear shifts
and handbrakes

and racing tires,

and it had a seat that
said "Made In St. Louis,"

and the handlebars
were turned up.

Well, I had mud in the front
fender from going through a puddle.

That's a pretty
good description.

You say it was a new bike?

Yes, yes, we got
it last weekend.

Of course the best thing we have
to go on is the registration number.

- The registration number?
- Yes.

Didn't you take it down to police
headquarters and have it registered

and they gave you
a little license tag?

It's a city ordinance, you know.

Oh, yes... Yes, I
did know about that,

and I meant to register it.

I guess we just didn't
get around to it, eh, Beav?

You didn't tell me
anything about it.

Oh, I thought I had.

Mr. Cleaver, it's pretty
difficult to trace down a bicycle

that's not registered.

But you still think you
could find it, don't you?

We'll do our best.

Now, if you'd give
me the serial number.

Oh, yes, I'll call the
store in the morning.

Well, son, looks like you
had a fast one pulled on you.

Yes, sir. I sure hope
you can find my bike

because that was the
first one I ever had new.

I had one before,

but it was left over
from my brother.

We'll sure try.

I'm certainly sorry about
not registering that bike.

It just never occurred to me

that anyone would
steal it the first week.

I guess I was a little careless

and a little too trusting
of human nature.

Well, Mr. Cleaver,

I'm afraid that's exactly

what our little
friend here was, too.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Night.

Well, Beaver, I gave
you quite a lecture

about carelessness
and responsibility.

I guess it's your turn to
give me the same lecture.

Gee, Dad, I wouldn't do that.

A guy doesn't want to
make his father feel bad.

Thanks, Beaver.

Well, I sure let him down.

Oh, honey, things
aren't too bad.

Even if they
don't find the bike,

at least it was
covered by insurance.

Y... Yeah.

Dear, does that
look on your face

mean you didn't get
around to insuring it, either?

You want to know something?

What?

I wish I was dead.

Do you think they'll ever
find your bike, Beaver?

I don't know, Larry.

It's been gone for
three whole days now.

Me and Whitey are riding up
to Friends lake on Saturday.

I sure hope they
find your bike by then.

Oh, Friends Lake
isn't so hot anyways.

You're just saying
that. Aren't you, Beav?

Yeah, I'm just saying it.

Hey, Larry, do you got
your bike registered?

Yeah, my mom did it.

But, you know, Beav,

maybe it wasn't
your father's fault

that he didn't
register your bike.

He might of had a lot of
stuff on his mind and junk.

Yeah, he might of,

but he still said
it was his fault.

You know, my father never said

anything was his
fault in his whole life.

Never?

Oh, once when he was
blaming me for something,

I sat down and proved to
him it was really his fault.

Did he agree with you?

No, he hit me for
being a wise guy.

Boy.

My mother said if
he was home more,

he'd understand me better.

- Do you think he would?
- He might.

- But why stick your neck out.
- Yeah.

I hope they find
your bike soon, Beav.

I hope so, too.

Here you are.

What's this, Mom?

That's a little
invention of mine,

a sandwich with the
bread on the outside,

served on a plate.

Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah,
that's pretty funny, Mom.

Hey, where's the
Beaver this afternoon?

Wally, we have good news.

The police called, and
they found the bicycle,

and your father went to
school to pick Beaver up,

and they've gone down to get it.

Hey, that's neat.

Did they catch the
guy that crooked it?

Wally, I wish you wouldn't
use words like that.

Suppose you were out somewhere.

Suppose you met the President.

Now, you wouldn't use a word
like "crooked it," would you?

Heck, no, Mom.

If I ever met the President,

I'd be too scared
to say anything.

Want a glass of milk?

Yeah, a little, Mom.

Hey, Mom, when
Beaver gets his bike back,

you going to let
him ride it to school?

I'd rather he wouldn't,

but if all of his friends do,

then I guess I won't say no.

Gee, Mom, if all his
friends played with dynamite,

would you let him do that, too?

Wally, where in the world
would you get such a silly idea?

Dad pulled it on
Beaver the other night.

Oh.

I hope they come home
soon with the bicycle.

You know, this is a pretty
good sandwich, Mom,

except it tastes better with
the meat on the outside.

Oh, Beaver, what a shame.
Your brand-new bicycle.

Actually, June,
it isn't too bad.

It can be fixed.

Sure, and anyway,
after he had it a month,

it would look like this anyway.

It would not.

What did you go
and say that for?

Heck, I was just trying
to make you feel better.

Uh, Wally, why don't
you go inside the house

and give your mother a hand?

I'll help Beaver
put the bike away.

Well, Beav...

I guess you feel a little
bad about this, don't you?

I feel a whole lot bad about it.

They just shouldn't
have found the bike.

They should've found
the guy that stole it,

and they should've chased him

and stuffed him in a police car

and put him in jail
for the rest of his life.

And that's what
should've happened.

Maybe so, Beaver,

but a lot of things
that should happen

just don't happen.

But gee, Dad, it's not fair.

I got a busted bike,

and he's going around knowing
he got away with something

without being
punished or anything.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Beaver.

No one ever gets away
without being punished.

The chances are right now

that boy's conscience
is really punishing him

and making him very unhappy.

I'd still like it better
if he was in jail.

You know, Beaver,
this kind of punishment

may be a lot worse.

You stop and think
about it a minute.

Every time that boy
leaves the house,

he's probably afraid
he's going to run into you

or Larry or someone else
who knows what he did.

Every time he sees
a police car go by,

why, he probably thinks
they're looking for him.

He could run away
and hide, couldn't he?

No, Beaver.

You can run away from people,

but you can't run away
and hide from yourself.

But he was kind
of a wise guy, Dad.

Suppose he didn't
have a conscience

and it didn't bother him at all.

Well, if he's that
kind of a boy, Beaver,

he just might end up spending
the rest of his life in jail.

Gee, Dad, that's where I
wanted him in the first place.

Oh, come on now, Beaver.

You don't really
mean that, do you?

No, Dad, I guess I don't

'cause I don't even like to
see guys in movies in jail

even though I know when the
picture's over, they'll let him out.

Hey, Beaver.

Beaver, I was over
on Grand Avenue,

and I saw that kid
who stole your bike.

You saw him? You really saw him?

Yeah, and I went up
and tried to speak to him,

and he ran away.

Yeah, my dad said he'd do that

on account of his
conscience would bother him.

Boy, it was something, Beav.

I never had a guy that big
run away from me before.

Yeah, that conscience
stuff is really something.

Did your conscience
ever bother you, Larry?

Sure.

Once, when I called
my sister a big, ugly toad,

I felt funny right
in my stomach.

Is that where your
conscience is?

That's where mine is.

Hey, Beav,

will your bike be
fixed by tomorrow?

Yeah, it'll be fixed.

Okay, I'll pick you up
on the way to school.

I'm not riding my
bike to school.

How come?

On account of my mom.

Oh. She told you
you couldn't, huh?

No, but Wally said she told him

she'd rather I wouldn't,

but she wasn't going to
tell me and spoil it for me.

That's why you're not doing it?

Yeah. I don't want my conscience

to start hurting
me in my stomach.

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