Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 3, Episode 35 - Wally, the Businessman - full transcript
The summer is approaching, and Wally wants to get a job, which requires Ward to provide legal permission. Ward allows Wally to do it, and even allows Wally to get his own job, instead of his initial suggestion of looking for a job for Wally. Wally's choice of a job is to get an Igloo ice cream cart, despite the initial financial outlay (a $25 damage deposit for the bicycle, and $2 for dry ice), which Ward is more than happy to loan. Wally finds that the job is a little more problematic than he first anticipated, primarily because a proud Beaver follows him everywhere, and many people - especially customers of the previous salesman and Wally's friends - want the ice cream on credit, which Wally in some instances has to provide since they've already opened and started eating the ice cream. Wally starts to get worried about collecting the money as it approaches the date his boss wants to pick-up the money. He's $3.75 short, which he personally doesn't have.
Starring...
and...
- Hi, dear.
- Hi.
- What's that?
- Brought you a little present.
What is it?
It's a crock of pickles.
That whole jar
is full of pickles?
Well, yeah.
There's only 2 quarts there.
I stopped in a delicatessen
today for a sandwich,
and these were on the counter.
I just couldn't resist them.
It's imported from Holland.
It's packed in a special brine.
The, uh... It only cost 4.75.
Ward, how are we ever
gonna use 2 quarts of pickles?
Well, I guess we'll
just have to go
on a lot of picnics this summer.
Oh, uh, the girl said
when the jar was empty,
you could use it for flowers.
You know, I think I'm gonna
have to pack your lunch after this.
I don't like the idea of young
girls luring you into buying pickles.
Oh, she wasn't a young
girl. She was a grandmother.
That's even worse.
Mmm. Delicious.
No, thanks.
Honey, Wally's been
waiting to talk to you.
Oh, okay.
Hey, Wally, Dad's home.
What do you want
to see him about?
It's just something
between Dad and me.
What do you want to know for?
In case it's something bad,
I want to hang
around and listen.
It's nothing bad.
And anyway, he's my father.
I can talk to him if I want to.
Yeah.
But he's my father, so
I can listen if I want to.
- Hi, fellas.
- Hi, Dad.
Well, Wally, you want to see me?
Yeah. Would you
sign this for me, Dad?
What is it?
It's just a legal thing saying
I can get a work permit.
Oh, you're thinking
of going to work?
Well, yeah, the
summer's coming on,
and I want to get
out and get a job
before they're all taken.
Well, I think that's a very
commendable project,
don't you, Beaver?
Search me, Dad. When
I asked him about it,
he told me to shut up
and mind my own business.
What kind of work are
you thinking of, Wally?
Well, I don't know.
I thought I'd start looking
tomorrow after school.
Well, if you like, I could
call some of my friends.
Maybe one of them
could fit you in somewhere.
Well, no, thanks, Dad.
I want a real job, not one
like your father gets you.
Oh. Well, fine, Wally.
Good luck to you,
and let me know if I
can be of any help.
What'd Wally want?
Well, he wanted
me to sign something
so he could look for a job.
Oh, dear. Now it's a job.
They certainly grow
up fast, don't they?
They sure do. I suppose
before we know it,
he'll be getting married on us.
Yes, and then the next thing,
he'll be bringing
home a crock of pickles
to a wife of his own.
Well, not at first, dear.
You have to kind
of work up to that.
Hey, Dad!
Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad!
- What is it, Beaver?
- What's the matter, Beaver?
Oh, nothing. I just
looked out the window,
and Wally's coming home, and he's
driving some kind of funny bicycle,
and he's wearing a
street cleaner's suit.
Well, we better take a look.
Well, maybe he got a
job sweeping gutters.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi.
- Well, what do we have here?
- This is my new job.
I'm selling Igloo Bars after
school and all this summer.
Hey, Beaver, get your nose
out of my icebox, will you?
Well, uh, you're
working already, huh?
Well, sure, Dad. I
already sold three bars
on the way home from the place.
Well, Wally, it's nice you
have a job, but you be careful.
Oh, sure, Mom.
About what?
Never mind what about.
You just be careful.
Hey, Wally, how come they gave you
a street cleaner's suit to sell ice cream?
Aw, cut it out, will you?
Beaver, come on, honey. I
think you better come in, too.
Yes, Mom.
- Uh, hey, Dad?
- Yeah?
Well, uh, there's,
uh, a couple of things.
What kind of things?
Well, uh, I gotta
have a $25 deposit
on the bike so that
I shouldn't steal it.
Well, I guess I can
advance you the money.
Yeah. And I'm gonna
need $2.00 to buy dry ice.
Well, I guess I can
let you have that, too.
Of course, I'd expect
you to pay me back.
Oh, sure, Dad. I'll pay you back
$5.00 a week out of my profits.
The man says that some guys
make as much as $35 a week.
Well, I'm sure I could risk
backing an enterprising
young businessman like you.
I'll give you a check
tonight after supper.
Oh, thanks a lot, Dad.
I'll sign something
if you want me to.
Oh, I don't think that'll
be necessary, Wally.
Boy, Wally, that's pretty good.
You only been working an hour,
and you already
got $27 out of Dad.
Well, yeah, but it's not
as good as it sounds.
I gotta give it all back.
Where are the vanilla ones?
Hey, Beaver, get your
dirty hand out of my icebox.
I'm the only one that's allowed
to stick my hand in there.
It's a Board of Health law.
Well, stick your hand in
there and get me a vanilla one.
You stick your hand in your
pocket and give me 15 cents.
Gee, Wally, I'm your brother.
I don't care.
I gotta pay for these
at the end of the week.
Anyway, you got a whole
drawer full of money upstairs.
Okay, be that way.
I wouldn't buy an Igloo Bar
from a guy who wouldn't
give his brother a free one.
Okay. I wouldn't sell you one.
Well, okay. You know
what I'm gonna do?
Well, someday, when
you're not around,
I'm gonna stick my
hand in your icebox.
Aw...
Rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat!
- Hi.
- Hi.
Well, I see the Igloo
bicycle's not in the garage.
Wally out on his ice
cream route already?
Yes. He left right after school.
Beaver went along.
- Wally ask him?
- No.
Beaver just went along.
Oh. I know how that is.
I used to follow my
big brother around.
Were you interested
in what he was doing?
Not particularly.
Then why'd you follow him?
I knew it bothered him.
Igloo Bars! Igloo Bar?
Look, Beaver, do you have
to follow me every place I go?
Well, gee, Wally, I might run
into some guys from my class,
and I want them to know I got
a brother who's an Igloo man.
Well, just keep out of the
way when I'm selling stuff.
It gives me the creeps.
- Igloo Bars!
- Hey, Mister! Mister!
Mister!
Mister!
We want a chocolate
and a vanilla.
- Hi, Peggy.
- Hi, Beaver.
Okay. Let's see now.
One vanilla and one chocolate.
That's my brother
selling you the stuff.
That'll be 30 cents.
What did you have
to go and say that for?
What's the matter with you?
Well, how'd you like it
if you had a kid brother
that followed you around
everywhere you went?
Heck, if I had a kid brother,
I wouldn't kick him around
just because he liked me.
Aw, beat it, and stop being
such a wise guy, will you?
Well, all right.
Well, all right.
Well, all right.
Igloo Bars! Igloo Bars!
Get your ice-cold Igloo Bars!
Igloo Bars!
- Get your ice-cold Igloo Bars!
- Hey, Mister! Hey, Mister!
Hello, Mister. I
want two vanillas.
My mommy says they
shouldn't be melted.
Okay.
Two vanillas.
There you go.
That'll be 30 cents.
My mommy says she
doesn't have any change.
She'll pay you tomorrow
like she did with the
other ice cream man.
Well, but, kid, I...
See you tomorrow.
- Igloo Bars!
- Well, look who's here
in full dress uniform.
- It's Captain Igloo
of the Eskimo Navy.
- Hiya, Wally.
- Don't just stand there,
you creeps. Salute him.
- Oh. Aye, aye, sir.
Aw, cut it out, will you, Eddie?
What are you doing, Wally,
driving away genuine customers?
- You guys want to buy
something?
- Sure.
I'm treating, fellas.
See what the boys in
the back room will have.
- I'll have a chocolate.
- I'll have vanilla.
- Give me a pistachio, Sam.
- Okay. Let's see.
Chocolate, vanilla, pistachio.
- Gee, thanks, Eddie.
- Yeah, thanks a lot, Eddie.
Don't mention it.
Uh, Eddie?
What's up, Doc?
Uh, that'll be 45 cents.
Gee, I didn't bring any
money with me today.
How about trusting
me till tomorrow?
Gee, I don't know.
I don't think I'm
allowed to do that.
Well, looks like we gotta
put them back, boys.
Uh, all right,
but you just make sure
you pay me tomorrow, huh?
What's the matter, Wally?
Don't you trust
your best friend?
No.
I guess I'm gonna have to now.
Well, carry on, Admiral.
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Thanks. Igloo Bars!
Get your ice-cold Igloo Bars!
Igloo... Oh. Hi, Gloria.
Hi. Mary Ellen
and the other girls...
We were all watching
you through the window.
Isn't it wonderful you
have such an important job?
Well, uh, I'm just
starting out now.
When I get old enough,
I might get a truck.
A truck.
Well, I might.
Well, I'm treating
the girls, Wally,
and I'd like 12 bars.
12 bars. Okay.
Could you put them in a box,
and I'll pay you in
school tomorrow?
Oh. Gee, Gloria,
that's kind of a lot of dough.
Well, the girls are waiting,
and my mother's not home,
or I'd pay you now.
Well, I don't know.
Wally, you don't think
I'd let you down, do you?
Well, I...
What flavors do you want?
Hey, Wally, whatcha doing?
I'm counting my Igloo money.
Gee, when I count
money, I usually look happy.
How come you don't look happy?
Nothing. I just don't have
as much as I thought I did.
Why don't you
count it over again?
Sometimes it comes out more.
Nah. It's just that I
sold a couple of bars
on credit.
How many couple of bars?
I don't know. Nine or ten.
It's none of your business because
they're gonna pay me back tomorrow.
Wally, telephone!
Okay, Dad.
Hey, Beaver, keep your
mitts off my money, huh?
Well, gee, Wally, I was
just trying to help you.
I wouldn't touch your
crummy old money.
Anyways, you got it all counted.
Wally!
- He'll be right here.
- Who is it, dear?
It's a Mr. Nibling from the
Igloo Ice Cream Company.
Is he a nice man?
He didn't say. Shall I ask him?
Oh, Ward.
It's Mr. Nibling from Igloo.
Uh, hello, Mr. Nibling.
Yes, sir. This is Cleaver.
Uh, yes, sir.
Yeah, that'll be fine, sir.
Well, thanks for
calling, Mr. Nibling.
Uh, that was Mr. Nibling.
Well, what did Nibling want?
Well, uh, he just said he's gonna
bring some more Igloo Bars by tomorrow,
and he wondered if we
had a place to keep them.
Do we have a place to keep them?
Well, I suppose we could
put some in the freezer.
That all Mr. Nibling wanted?
Well, uh, he just said that he's gonna
come by Friday and collect the money.
Oh.
Well, just be sure your
books balance out, boy.
Yes, sir.
Wally looked worried, Ward.
Well, sure. He's an
American businessman.
It's obligatory to look worried.
- Hi, dear.
- Hi.
Oh, did you buy
out the meat market?
I'm putting things up
here from the freezer.
It's full of Igloo Bars.
Mr. Nibling brought by
the midweek supply, huh?
Uh-huh.
Is he a nice man?
I don't know. I didn't ask him.
15 cents, please.
I had to pay for mine.
All right.
- Did Beaver go along
with Wally on the route?
- Thank you.
Uh-uh.
Wally said that if he did,
he was gonna clomp him one.
So Beaver spent the whole
afternoon on the telephone,
telling all his friends what
a mean brother he has.
Who drained my pickles?
Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom.
Hi, Beav.
Mom, could I have
something to eat?
How would you like an
Igloo Bar? I'll pay for it.
Nuh-uh. I wouldn't eat one of
those crummy Igloo Bars of Wally's
even if I was starving
out in the desert
and my tongue was hanging out.
Care for a pickle, Beaver?
Gee, Dad, what
happened in there?
Why, nothing, Beaver.
I think I'll have a
salami sandwich.
I thought you liked those, dear.
So did I.
Beaver, what are you doing here?
Oh, hi, Dad. I'm
doing my homework.
Wally's upstairs figuring
out his Igloo money.
He told me to get lost.
You and your brother haven't been
getting along too well, have you?
No, sir. He's acting
like a real big shot
ever since he got a job.
He's being mean to me, so
I'm being mean right back at him.
Well, I don't think
I'd go out of my way to be
mean to him if I were you.
But you certainly have as much
right to be in that room as he does,
and you can go up
and tell him I said so.
- Gee, Dad. I can?
- You certainly can.
Yes, sir.
There's just one thing, Beaver.
I don't want you to annoy him
while he's working
on his accounts.
Oh, no, sir.
I'll just act like he's a big
pile of garbage sitting there.
A great big pile of garbage.
What's all that about
a pile of garbage?
That's what Beaver's
going to pretend Wally is.
Ward, those boys have
been fighting for two days.
Now I think you oughta go
up there and put a stop to it.
Dear, what do you want me to do,
go up and slap them
into a loveable mood?
Hey, Beaver, I thought I
told you to leave me alone.
Dad said this is as much
my room as it is yours,
and if you don't let me stay in
here, he's gonna come up and hit you.
He didn't say that.
What are you doing,
calling Dad a liar?
Dry up, will you?
I'm having trouble.
Mr. Nibling from the ice cream
company is coming to collect tomorrow.
I'm $3.75 short.
Tough.
Yeah, and not only that,
I'm not gonna be able
to pay Dad back the $5
I promised him every
week for the bike.
Tougher.
Hey, Beaver.
Beaver, you got $9.00 saved up.
How about if you lend
me some dough, huh?
Why should I?
Well, because I'm short.
You're not short from
giving me free ice cream.
You're short from giving your
crummy friends free ice cream.
Boy, Beaver, you're a rat.
Yeah.
But I'm a rat with $9.00.
Okay, you be a rat with $9.00.
I'm gonna collect that money
back from my friends tomorrow.
- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, Beav.
- Whatcha doing?
- Dicing carrots.
How come you gotta chop them up?
When we eat them, we
chew them up anyways.
Well, don't you like your
food to look appetizing?
Uh-uh. I just want it to
be ready when I want it.
- You want some milk?
- Okay.
- Did Larry call me today?
- No.
The only call was for Wally.
Mr. Nibling from the
ice cream company's
gonna pick Wally's
money up today.
Boy, is he gonna get a surprise.
What do you mean by that?
Oh, nothing, Mom.
It's just something
that slips out of me, like
when I got the hiccups.
Gee, Eddie, that's only a
quarter. You owe me 45.
But I told you,
Sam, that's all I got.
What do you want me to
do, rob a bank or something?
Well, you could ask your father.
You're kidding.
Why couldn't you?
Listen, last night at supper,
all I asked for was
an extra piece of pie,
and he started giving me a
lecture on the national debt.
Okay, Eddie, okay.
But, little boy, two days ago,
I gave you two free Igloo Bars.
- Don't you remember?
- Uh-uh.
Well, sure you do.
And then you said that your
mother didn't have any change,
and she'd pay me back tomorrow.
I don't remember you, Mister.
I just remember the
other ice cream man.
- But, little boy...
- I gotta go now
and get put in the bathtub.
No. Wait a minute. I...
Gee, Wally, I just don't
have a dollar and 80 cents.
But look, Gloria, you said you'd
pay me back in school, and you didn't.
But I just spent the last of my
allowance getting my hair fixed.
You wouldn't want
me going around
looking like an old
witch, would you?
Well, let's not get
in a whole big thing.
Couldn't you just go
ask your mother for it?
Oh, no, Wally.
She'd be mad because I'm
not allowed to borrow money.
Oh.
But I'm sure it wouldn't hurt
a big businessman like you
to carry poor little
old me on your books.
Well, I don't have any books,
but I guess I'm gonna have
to carry poor little old you.
Wally, you're cute.
Yeah. Sure.
Dear, how soon
will dinner be ready?
I'm getting kind of hungry.
Well, I'm waiting for
Wally to come home.
Dear, if you're hungry,
why don't you have a pickle?
You're just trying
to get rid of them
so you can use
the jar for flowers.
I'm just trying to get rid of
them so I can throw the jar away.
- Hello, Wally.
- Hi, Wally.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.
Um, was Mr. Nibling here
from the ice cream company?
Oh, yes, a long time ago.
He picked up your money, and
he said he'd talk to you tomorrow.
But, gee whiz, where'd
he get my money from?
Beaver got it for him.
He said he knew it
was in your top drawer.
Boy, what a dirty trick to do!
All Beaver did was help.
Now, why is Wally
acting like that?
Dear, if I knew why
teenagers act the way they do,
I could write a book
and make a fortune.
All right, you little wise guy.
Hi, Wally.
How come you went and gave
Mr. Nibling my ice cream money?
Well, 'cause he came
here, and I gave it to him.
Yeah, but you knew
I was $3.75 short,
and if I'd have been here, I
could've explained it to him.
Now he's gonna call me back
and fire me and everything.
Boy, what a little rat
you are. You oughta...
What's this?
Well, it's the recipe
Mr. Niblick gave me.
"Paid in full."
But gee, I was practically
$4.00 short, and I...
Hey, Beaver, you didn't make
up the difference, did you?
Well... Well, I kind of
put some of my money in.
But gee, how come?
Last night, you were sore at me
and called me a
rat and everything.
I know,
but, well, I knew the
man would be mad at you
'cause you didn't
have all his money.
I don't mind you
looking like a rat to me,
but I don't like you being
a rat to other people.
Besides, well, I was
more mad than I was sore.
Well, I'm sorry, Beaver,
but we'll figure it out.
When I get married
and have a wife,
well, you're still not gonna be
hanging around me then, are you?
Uh-uh. You might
marry a mean lady,
and she might not like me, and
she might put poison in my food.
Aw, heck, Beaver, I
wouldn't let her do that.
Yeah, I know.
But I don't want to hang around
you when you're big and married.
I just want to hang around you
while you're selling Igloo Bars.
Okay, Beaver, I don't care
how big of a pest you are.
Anytime I'm selling Igloo Bars,
you can hang around me.
Hey, Dad, I've been kind
of wanting to talk to you
about that $5.00 I owe you
from last week on the bike.
Oh, well, I've been kind of waiting
for you to speak to me about it.
Yeah, well, I'm doing a
lot better on the route now,
and, well, I oughta be able
to start paying you and
the Beaver back this week.
Did you borrow money
from Beaver, too?
Well, yeah, sort of.
I kind of got goofed up
giving a lot of people credit.
Well, do you think
that was wise, Wally?
Well, when I was doing it,
everybody thought I
was a real neat guy.
And how about when
you tried to collect?
Well, then they didn't
think I was so neat.
Well, you know, Wally,
there's a quotation
from Shakespeare
that kind of fits in here.
"Neither a borrower
nor a lender be,
"for a loan oft loses
both itself and friend."
Well, gee, they made
us read that in school,
but I just thought we read that
old-fashioned stuff for credits.
I never thought you could
learn anything from it.
Now, Wally,
Shakespeare has lived
because he wrote about
real people and real problems.
Yeah.
You know, I never knew a
guy that wrote junk about Hamlet
could ever help
me sell Igloo Bars.
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- Hi, dear.
- Hi.
- What's that?
- Brought you a little present.
What is it?
It's a crock of pickles.
That whole jar
is full of pickles?
Well, yeah.
There's only 2 quarts there.
I stopped in a delicatessen
today for a sandwich,
and these were on the counter.
I just couldn't resist them.
It's imported from Holland.
It's packed in a special brine.
The, uh... It only cost 4.75.
Ward, how are we ever
gonna use 2 quarts of pickles?
Well, I guess we'll
just have to go
on a lot of picnics this summer.
Oh, uh, the girl said
when the jar was empty,
you could use it for flowers.
You know, I think I'm gonna
have to pack your lunch after this.
I don't like the idea of young
girls luring you into buying pickles.
Oh, she wasn't a young
girl. She was a grandmother.
That's even worse.
Mmm. Delicious.
No, thanks.
Honey, Wally's been
waiting to talk to you.
Oh, okay.
Hey, Wally, Dad's home.
What do you want
to see him about?
It's just something
between Dad and me.
What do you want to know for?
In case it's something bad,
I want to hang
around and listen.
It's nothing bad.
And anyway, he's my father.
I can talk to him if I want to.
Yeah.
But he's my father, so
I can listen if I want to.
- Hi, fellas.
- Hi, Dad.
Well, Wally, you want to see me?
Yeah. Would you
sign this for me, Dad?
What is it?
It's just a legal thing saying
I can get a work permit.
Oh, you're thinking
of going to work?
Well, yeah, the
summer's coming on,
and I want to get
out and get a job
before they're all taken.
Well, I think that's a very
commendable project,
don't you, Beaver?
Search me, Dad. When
I asked him about it,
he told me to shut up
and mind my own business.
What kind of work are
you thinking of, Wally?
Well, I don't know.
I thought I'd start looking
tomorrow after school.
Well, if you like, I could
call some of my friends.
Maybe one of them
could fit you in somewhere.
Well, no, thanks, Dad.
I want a real job, not one
like your father gets you.
Oh. Well, fine, Wally.
Good luck to you,
and let me know if I
can be of any help.
What'd Wally want?
Well, he wanted
me to sign something
so he could look for a job.
Oh, dear. Now it's a job.
They certainly grow
up fast, don't they?
They sure do. I suppose
before we know it,
he'll be getting married on us.
Yes, and then the next thing,
he'll be bringing
home a crock of pickles
to a wife of his own.
Well, not at first, dear.
You have to kind
of work up to that.
Hey, Dad!
Hey, Mom! Hey, Dad!
- What is it, Beaver?
- What's the matter, Beaver?
Oh, nothing. I just
looked out the window,
and Wally's coming home, and he's
driving some kind of funny bicycle,
and he's wearing a
street cleaner's suit.
Well, we better take a look.
Well, maybe he got a
job sweeping gutters.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi.
- Well, what do we have here?
- This is my new job.
I'm selling Igloo Bars after
school and all this summer.
Hey, Beaver, get your nose
out of my icebox, will you?
Well, uh, you're
working already, huh?
Well, sure, Dad. I
already sold three bars
on the way home from the place.
Well, Wally, it's nice you
have a job, but you be careful.
Oh, sure, Mom.
About what?
Never mind what about.
You just be careful.
Hey, Wally, how come they gave you
a street cleaner's suit to sell ice cream?
Aw, cut it out, will you?
Beaver, come on, honey. I
think you better come in, too.
Yes, Mom.
- Uh, hey, Dad?
- Yeah?
Well, uh, there's,
uh, a couple of things.
What kind of things?
Well, uh, I gotta
have a $25 deposit
on the bike so that
I shouldn't steal it.
Well, I guess I can
advance you the money.
Yeah. And I'm gonna
need $2.00 to buy dry ice.
Well, I guess I can
let you have that, too.
Of course, I'd expect
you to pay me back.
Oh, sure, Dad. I'll pay you back
$5.00 a week out of my profits.
The man says that some guys
make as much as $35 a week.
Well, I'm sure I could risk
backing an enterprising
young businessman like you.
I'll give you a check
tonight after supper.
Oh, thanks a lot, Dad.
I'll sign something
if you want me to.
Oh, I don't think that'll
be necessary, Wally.
Boy, Wally, that's pretty good.
You only been working an hour,
and you already
got $27 out of Dad.
Well, yeah, but it's not
as good as it sounds.
I gotta give it all back.
Where are the vanilla ones?
Hey, Beaver, get your
dirty hand out of my icebox.
I'm the only one that's allowed
to stick my hand in there.
It's a Board of Health law.
Well, stick your hand in
there and get me a vanilla one.
You stick your hand in your
pocket and give me 15 cents.
Gee, Wally, I'm your brother.
I don't care.
I gotta pay for these
at the end of the week.
Anyway, you got a whole
drawer full of money upstairs.
Okay, be that way.
I wouldn't buy an Igloo Bar
from a guy who wouldn't
give his brother a free one.
Okay. I wouldn't sell you one.
Well, okay. You know
what I'm gonna do?
Well, someday, when
you're not around,
I'm gonna stick my
hand in your icebox.
Aw...
Rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat!
- Hi.
- Hi.
Well, I see the Igloo
bicycle's not in the garage.
Wally out on his ice
cream route already?
Yes. He left right after school.
Beaver went along.
- Wally ask him?
- No.
Beaver just went along.
Oh. I know how that is.
I used to follow my
big brother around.
Were you interested
in what he was doing?
Not particularly.
Then why'd you follow him?
I knew it bothered him.
Igloo Bars! Igloo Bar?
Look, Beaver, do you have
to follow me every place I go?
Well, gee, Wally, I might run
into some guys from my class,
and I want them to know I got
a brother who's an Igloo man.
Well, just keep out of the
way when I'm selling stuff.
It gives me the creeps.
- Igloo Bars!
- Hey, Mister! Mister!
Mister!
Mister!
We want a chocolate
and a vanilla.
- Hi, Peggy.
- Hi, Beaver.
Okay. Let's see now.
One vanilla and one chocolate.
That's my brother
selling you the stuff.
That'll be 30 cents.
What did you have
to go and say that for?
What's the matter with you?
Well, how'd you like it
if you had a kid brother
that followed you around
everywhere you went?
Heck, if I had a kid brother,
I wouldn't kick him around
just because he liked me.
Aw, beat it, and stop being
such a wise guy, will you?
Well, all right.
Well, all right.
Well, all right.
Igloo Bars! Igloo Bars!
Get your ice-cold Igloo Bars!
Igloo Bars!
- Get your ice-cold Igloo Bars!
- Hey, Mister! Hey, Mister!
Hello, Mister. I
want two vanillas.
My mommy says they
shouldn't be melted.
Okay.
Two vanillas.
There you go.
That'll be 30 cents.
My mommy says she
doesn't have any change.
She'll pay you tomorrow
like she did with the
other ice cream man.
Well, but, kid, I...
See you tomorrow.
- Igloo Bars!
- Well, look who's here
in full dress uniform.
- It's Captain Igloo
of the Eskimo Navy.
- Hiya, Wally.
- Don't just stand there,
you creeps. Salute him.
- Oh. Aye, aye, sir.
Aw, cut it out, will you, Eddie?
What are you doing, Wally,
driving away genuine customers?
- You guys want to buy
something?
- Sure.
I'm treating, fellas.
See what the boys in
the back room will have.
- I'll have a chocolate.
- I'll have vanilla.
- Give me a pistachio, Sam.
- Okay. Let's see.
Chocolate, vanilla, pistachio.
- Gee, thanks, Eddie.
- Yeah, thanks a lot, Eddie.
Don't mention it.
Uh, Eddie?
What's up, Doc?
Uh, that'll be 45 cents.
Gee, I didn't bring any
money with me today.
How about trusting
me till tomorrow?
Gee, I don't know.
I don't think I'm
allowed to do that.
Well, looks like we gotta
put them back, boys.
Uh, all right,
but you just make sure
you pay me tomorrow, huh?
What's the matter, Wally?
Don't you trust
your best friend?
No.
I guess I'm gonna have to now.
Well, carry on, Admiral.
♪♪
Thanks. Igloo Bars!
Get your ice-cold Igloo Bars!
Igloo... Oh. Hi, Gloria.
Hi. Mary Ellen
and the other girls...
We were all watching
you through the window.
Isn't it wonderful you
have such an important job?
Well, uh, I'm just
starting out now.
When I get old enough,
I might get a truck.
A truck.
Well, I might.
Well, I'm treating
the girls, Wally,
and I'd like 12 bars.
12 bars. Okay.
Could you put them in a box,
and I'll pay you in
school tomorrow?
Oh. Gee, Gloria,
that's kind of a lot of dough.
Well, the girls are waiting,
and my mother's not home,
or I'd pay you now.
Well, I don't know.
Wally, you don't think
I'd let you down, do you?
Well, I...
What flavors do you want?
Hey, Wally, whatcha doing?
I'm counting my Igloo money.
Gee, when I count
money, I usually look happy.
How come you don't look happy?
Nothing. I just don't have
as much as I thought I did.
Why don't you
count it over again?
Sometimes it comes out more.
Nah. It's just that I
sold a couple of bars
on credit.
How many couple of bars?
I don't know. Nine or ten.
It's none of your business because
they're gonna pay me back tomorrow.
Wally, telephone!
Okay, Dad.
Hey, Beaver, keep your
mitts off my money, huh?
Well, gee, Wally, I was
just trying to help you.
I wouldn't touch your
crummy old money.
Anyways, you got it all counted.
Wally!
- He'll be right here.
- Who is it, dear?
It's a Mr. Nibling from the
Igloo Ice Cream Company.
Is he a nice man?
He didn't say. Shall I ask him?
Oh, Ward.
It's Mr. Nibling from Igloo.
Uh, hello, Mr. Nibling.
Yes, sir. This is Cleaver.
Uh, yes, sir.
Yeah, that'll be fine, sir.
Well, thanks for
calling, Mr. Nibling.
Uh, that was Mr. Nibling.
Well, what did Nibling want?
Well, uh, he just said he's gonna
bring some more Igloo Bars by tomorrow,
and he wondered if we
had a place to keep them.
Do we have a place to keep them?
Well, I suppose we could
put some in the freezer.
That all Mr. Nibling wanted?
Well, uh, he just said that he's gonna
come by Friday and collect the money.
Oh.
Well, just be sure your
books balance out, boy.
Yes, sir.
Wally looked worried, Ward.
Well, sure. He's an
American businessman.
It's obligatory to look worried.
- Hi, dear.
- Hi.
Oh, did you buy
out the meat market?
I'm putting things up
here from the freezer.
It's full of Igloo Bars.
Mr. Nibling brought by
the midweek supply, huh?
Uh-huh.
Is he a nice man?
I don't know. I didn't ask him.
15 cents, please.
I had to pay for mine.
All right.
- Did Beaver go along
with Wally on the route?
- Thank you.
Uh-uh.
Wally said that if he did,
he was gonna clomp him one.
So Beaver spent the whole
afternoon on the telephone,
telling all his friends what
a mean brother he has.
Who drained my pickles?
Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom.
Hi, Beav.
Mom, could I have
something to eat?
How would you like an
Igloo Bar? I'll pay for it.
Nuh-uh. I wouldn't eat one of
those crummy Igloo Bars of Wally's
even if I was starving
out in the desert
and my tongue was hanging out.
Care for a pickle, Beaver?
Gee, Dad, what
happened in there?
Why, nothing, Beaver.
I think I'll have a
salami sandwich.
I thought you liked those, dear.
So did I.
Beaver, what are you doing here?
Oh, hi, Dad. I'm
doing my homework.
Wally's upstairs figuring
out his Igloo money.
He told me to get lost.
You and your brother haven't been
getting along too well, have you?
No, sir. He's acting
like a real big shot
ever since he got a job.
He's being mean to me, so
I'm being mean right back at him.
Well, I don't think
I'd go out of my way to be
mean to him if I were you.
But you certainly have as much
right to be in that room as he does,
and you can go up
and tell him I said so.
- Gee, Dad. I can?
- You certainly can.
Yes, sir.
There's just one thing, Beaver.
I don't want you to annoy him
while he's working
on his accounts.
Oh, no, sir.
I'll just act like he's a big
pile of garbage sitting there.
A great big pile of garbage.
What's all that about
a pile of garbage?
That's what Beaver's
going to pretend Wally is.
Ward, those boys have
been fighting for two days.
Now I think you oughta go
up there and put a stop to it.
Dear, what do you want me to do,
go up and slap them
into a loveable mood?
Hey, Beaver, I thought I
told you to leave me alone.
Dad said this is as much
my room as it is yours,
and if you don't let me stay in
here, he's gonna come up and hit you.
He didn't say that.
What are you doing,
calling Dad a liar?
Dry up, will you?
I'm having trouble.
Mr. Nibling from the ice cream
company is coming to collect tomorrow.
I'm $3.75 short.
Tough.
Yeah, and not only that,
I'm not gonna be able
to pay Dad back the $5
I promised him every
week for the bike.
Tougher.
Hey, Beaver.
Beaver, you got $9.00 saved up.
How about if you lend
me some dough, huh?
Why should I?
Well, because I'm short.
You're not short from
giving me free ice cream.
You're short from giving your
crummy friends free ice cream.
Boy, Beaver, you're a rat.
Yeah.
But I'm a rat with $9.00.
Okay, you be a rat with $9.00.
I'm gonna collect that money
back from my friends tomorrow.
- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, Beav.
- Whatcha doing?
- Dicing carrots.
How come you gotta chop them up?
When we eat them, we
chew them up anyways.
Well, don't you like your
food to look appetizing?
Uh-uh. I just want it to
be ready when I want it.
- You want some milk?
- Okay.
- Did Larry call me today?
- No.
The only call was for Wally.
Mr. Nibling from the
ice cream company's
gonna pick Wally's
money up today.
Boy, is he gonna get a surprise.
What do you mean by that?
Oh, nothing, Mom.
It's just something
that slips out of me, like
when I got the hiccups.
Gee, Eddie, that's only a
quarter. You owe me 45.
But I told you,
Sam, that's all I got.
What do you want me to
do, rob a bank or something?
Well, you could ask your father.
You're kidding.
Why couldn't you?
Listen, last night at supper,
all I asked for was
an extra piece of pie,
and he started giving me a
lecture on the national debt.
Okay, Eddie, okay.
But, little boy, two days ago,
I gave you two free Igloo Bars.
- Don't you remember?
- Uh-uh.
Well, sure you do.
And then you said that your
mother didn't have any change,
and she'd pay me back tomorrow.
I don't remember you, Mister.
I just remember the
other ice cream man.
- But, little boy...
- I gotta go now
and get put in the bathtub.
No. Wait a minute. I...
Gee, Wally, I just don't
have a dollar and 80 cents.
But look, Gloria, you said you'd
pay me back in school, and you didn't.
But I just spent the last of my
allowance getting my hair fixed.
You wouldn't want
me going around
looking like an old
witch, would you?
Well, let's not get
in a whole big thing.
Couldn't you just go
ask your mother for it?
Oh, no, Wally.
She'd be mad because I'm
not allowed to borrow money.
Oh.
But I'm sure it wouldn't hurt
a big businessman like you
to carry poor little
old me on your books.
Well, I don't have any books,
but I guess I'm gonna have
to carry poor little old you.
Wally, you're cute.
Yeah. Sure.
Dear, how soon
will dinner be ready?
I'm getting kind of hungry.
Well, I'm waiting for
Wally to come home.
Dear, if you're hungry,
why don't you have a pickle?
You're just trying
to get rid of them
so you can use
the jar for flowers.
I'm just trying to get rid of
them so I can throw the jar away.
- Hello, Wally.
- Hi, Wally.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.
Um, was Mr. Nibling here
from the ice cream company?
Oh, yes, a long time ago.
He picked up your money, and
he said he'd talk to you tomorrow.
But, gee whiz, where'd
he get my money from?
Beaver got it for him.
He said he knew it
was in your top drawer.
Boy, what a dirty trick to do!
All Beaver did was help.
Now, why is Wally
acting like that?
Dear, if I knew why
teenagers act the way they do,
I could write a book
and make a fortune.
All right, you little wise guy.
Hi, Wally.
How come you went and gave
Mr. Nibling my ice cream money?
Well, 'cause he came
here, and I gave it to him.
Yeah, but you knew
I was $3.75 short,
and if I'd have been here, I
could've explained it to him.
Now he's gonna call me back
and fire me and everything.
Boy, what a little rat
you are. You oughta...
What's this?
Well, it's the recipe
Mr. Niblick gave me.
"Paid in full."
But gee, I was practically
$4.00 short, and I...
Hey, Beaver, you didn't make
up the difference, did you?
Well... Well, I kind of
put some of my money in.
But gee, how come?
Last night, you were sore at me
and called me a
rat and everything.
I know,
but, well, I knew the
man would be mad at you
'cause you didn't
have all his money.
I don't mind you
looking like a rat to me,
but I don't like you being
a rat to other people.
Besides, well, I was
more mad than I was sore.
Well, I'm sorry, Beaver,
but we'll figure it out.
When I get married
and have a wife,
well, you're still not gonna be
hanging around me then, are you?
Uh-uh. You might
marry a mean lady,
and she might not like me, and
she might put poison in my food.
Aw, heck, Beaver, I
wouldn't let her do that.
Yeah, I know.
But I don't want to hang around
you when you're big and married.
I just want to hang around you
while you're selling Igloo Bars.
Okay, Beaver, I don't care
how big of a pest you are.
Anytime I'm selling Igloo Bars,
you can hang around me.
Hey, Dad, I've been kind
of wanting to talk to you
about that $5.00 I owe you
from last week on the bike.
Oh, well, I've been kind of waiting
for you to speak to me about it.
Yeah, well, I'm doing a
lot better on the route now,
and, well, I oughta be able
to start paying you and
the Beaver back this week.
Did you borrow money
from Beaver, too?
Well, yeah, sort of.
I kind of got goofed up
giving a lot of people credit.
Well, do you think
that was wise, Wally?
Well, when I was doing it,
everybody thought I
was a real neat guy.
And how about when
you tried to collect?
Well, then they didn't
think I was so neat.
Well, you know, Wally,
there's a quotation
from Shakespeare
that kind of fits in here.
"Neither a borrower
nor a lender be,
"for a loan oft loses
both itself and friend."
Well, gee, they made
us read that in school,
but I just thought we read that
old-fashioned stuff for credits.
I never thought you could
learn anything from it.
Now, Wally,
Shakespeare has lived
because he wrote about
real people and real problems.
Yeah.
You know, I never knew a
guy that wrote junk about Hamlet
could ever help
me sell Igloo Bars.
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