Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 5, Episode 10 - Weekend Invitation - full transcript

Wally has been invited along with a bunch of other guys on a weekend trip to his new friend Scott's family cabin by the lake. Ward and June are reluctant to let Wally go until they speak to Scott's parents and make sure that they're OK with the trip. However, Ward feels pushed into a corner when Scott needs an immediate answer, and Scott's parents aren't available to speak to. Learning that all the other parents have already given permission and not to look the unreasonable parent, Ward allows Wally to go. Both he and June somewhat regret it when Wally tells them that Scott's parents aren't driving but that Scott is taking all the guys in his own car. Soon, Wally learns directly from Scott that his parents aren't even going to be there, as they're off on their own trip to Chicago. Wally, feeling uncomfortable about misrepresenting the trip to his parents, has to decide whether to tell his parents that the trip is going to be unchaperoned and whether to go at all. But Wally's decision may be a moot point if his parents find out the truth about the trip from other sources beforehand.

Starring...

and...

Oh, it's you.

Did you forget your key?

No. Some character
closed the door on me.

I guess the character was me.

What's that?

It's the boys' radio
I left to be fixed.

I thought they might
want it over the weekend.

Fine. I think Beaver'll be here,

but Wally's invited
away for the weekend.



Don't tell me the Haskells
have asked him over

to be a good influence
on Eddie again.

No. Some boy by the
name of Scott asked him.

Scott? Do we know
him or his parents?

No, he's a new boy at school.

I never heard of him.

You didn't give Wally
an answer, did you?

Uh-uh.

I thought I'd wait and
let you turn him down.

I'm not that kind of parent.

I'm going to be
absolutely fair about this.

I'm going to get all the facts,

and then tell him he can't go.

Yeah, Dad, we're going
to leave Saturday morning,



and be back before
dark Sunday night.

I see.

But just who is this Scott?

He's a guy.

Wally, can't you tell us any
more about him than that?

He's a guy with black hair.

That's a big help.

He just came to our school, Dad.

His parents bought that big
house over on Grant Avenue.

They got a cottage
up at the lake.

That's where we're
going this weekend.

And could I take
your fishing rod?

Wally, look, your father and I
are going to have to talk this over,

and we're going to have to
find out a little bit more about it.

See, Wally, I told
you you couldn't go.

Beaver, we
haven't said that yet.

But, gee, Dad, I
got to know now,

on account of Scott's
going to call me tonight,

and if I can't tell him, he's
going to ask someone else.

Well, Wally, if you'd tell
us a little more about it,

we might be able to decide.

Well, Lumpy Rutherford's going,

and his parents
are a whole lot wor...

I mean, they're a lot
stricter than you guys are.

Well, Wally, maybe if I could
talk to the boy's parents...

I'll get it.

Hello. Cleaver residence.

Okay. Just a second.

Hey, Wally, it's for you.

Could I be excused?

Go ahead, Wally.

I'll clear the table.

Who was it?

- A guy.
- Oh.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Scott.

Hey, hi, Wally.

Is it all set? Can you go?

I was just about to
ask my parents now.

For gosh sakes, man,
come on, snap it up.

Ask them.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Dad, it's Scott.

He wants to know can I go.

We haven't finished
discussing it, Wally.

Call him back.

Hey, Scott, can I call you back?

No.

Hey, Dad, he says
I can't call him back.

He's got to know right now.

Can I speak to
one of his parents?

Hey, Scott, my dad wants to
speak to one of your parents.

- They're not here.
- Oh.

Hey, Dad, his
parents aren't home.

See if there's someone
there I can talk to.

We can't shout
from room to room.

Okay.

Hey, Scott, is there someone
there my pop can talk to?

Okay. Find somebody.

Hey, Dad.

Where's your father?

He went in the
other room to shout.

Here you are, Dad.

Hello.

Hello?

Wally, there's no
one on the phone.

Yeah, Dad, he went to get
someone for you to talk to.

Oh.

Hey, Wally, listen.

There's nobody here
for your old man to talk to.

This is not Wally, son.

This is his old man.

Oh.

Well, excuse me, sir.

I'm really very sorry.

That's all right.

Scott, we'd like to know a little
bit more about this weekend trip.

Is it all right with
your parents?

Yes, sir, I checked with them.

It's perfectly all right.

They said I could invite
three or four of the fellas

to go along with me.

All the others have
permission already.

I see.

Well, uh... Gee, Dad,
I'm counting on it.

Well, Scott, if it's all
right with your parents,

and if Wally's other
friends all have permission,

I guess he can go.

Here's Wally.

Gee, thanks, Dad.

Okay, Scott, I
guess it's all set.

That's great.

That was the Scott boy.

And you gave Wally
permission to go.

How did you know?

'Cause you look like
you wish you hadn't.

Boy, Wally, I never thought
you'd get away with it.

Wally didn't get away
with anything, Beaver.

Scott says it's all
right with his parents,

and two or three of Wally's
classmates are going.

What time are the boy's parents

going to pick you up, Wally?

Oh, well, well, you see, Mom,

Scott's got his own car,

and all us guys are going
to kinda drive up together.

It's a real neat car, and it's
got racing slicks in the back.

I see.

Well, look, you boys
go out in the kitchen

and get your desserts.

Okay, Mom.

Ward, I don't like
the sound of this.

I think you gave your
permission too soon.

I know, dear, but I was
more or less trapped.

The other boys all
had permission to go,

and Wally was set on it.

Sometimes I wish I
were more like my father.

What do you mean?

He never got himself trapped
by trying to be a good guy.

It started leaking on
the way home, Wally.

Okay. I'll pump, and
you listen for the leak.

Okay.

Can't hear it here.

Not here.

It's not here, either.

Keep pumping, Wally.

Not here.

It's not here.

Beaver, it's got
to be someplace.

You listened all
around the tire.

Hey, I know where it is.

Where?

In the front tire. I
just remembered.

How could you forget
which tire it was?

Well, when I was riding, the
bike was facing the other way.

You know something, Beaver.

Sometimes I think
you're a real dumb kid.

Doesn't count what you think.

You're just my brother.

- Hi, men.
- Hi, men.

Hey, Wally. You
all set for Saturday?

We're going to pick you up
about 10:00, aren't we, Scott?

Yeah. That ought to put
us up to the lake about noon.

Oh, and, Wally, you better bring
some jeans and a sweatshirt.

We may got to a
party Saturday night.

You might have to smuggle
that stuff up there, Wally.

I saw Mom putting out
some clean shirts for you.

Hey, we're all chipping
in on the food, Wally.

You bring some canned
beans and hotdogs

and stuff that won't go rotten
while we're driving up there.

Okay. Gee, Scott,
won't your mom object

to cooking that kind of junk?

How could she object?
She's not going to be there.

You mean your mom's
not going to be there?

Huh-uh. No, she and Pop are
flying to Chicago tonight on business.

Boy, imagine being up at the
lake with no wardens around.

You guys can go the whole
weekend without washing.

Are all the other
guys still going?

Sure. We've got
five guys all together.

Hey, Scott.

They still got that girls'
camp across the lake?

Yeah, but it's closed
for the season.

Gee, that's tough.

I was going to give
the girls a break.

Okay, Wally, Lumpy
and I will pick you up

about 10:00 in the morning.

You'll be out in front
with your junk, won't you?

Yeah, I guess so.

What's all of a sudden
the matter with you?

Nothing.

It's just that when you said
it was okay with your folks,

I thought they'd be up there.

Yeah, but last
night on the phone,

we finagled your
pop into saying yes.

Yeah, but I didn't know
we were finagling him.

I think he thinks your mom
and dad are going to be there.

Oh, now you're afraid
they won't let you go.

Won't Mommy and Daddy let
you go without a chaperone?

Gee, Wally, I thought
you were one of the guys.

I mean, what's with
all this square bit?

Nothing, but...

But I could ask a
few questions, can't I?

Look, Wally, me
and Scott got to know.

Are you going or aren't you?

Sure. I never
said I wasn't going.

Okay then.

Then we'll pick
you up about 10:00.

Now you're getting
with it, Wally.

We'll have a blast.

Sure wish that girls'
camp was open.

Wally upstairs packing?

Yes. I told him to take
along his blue jacket

so he'll look nice in
front of Scott's parents.

Certainly is nice of them

to take on such a
big undertaking...

Having all their son's
friends up for the weekend.

They sound like the kind
of mythical, normal parents

you read about in magazines.

You want me to help
you with the dishes?

Oh, no, honey.
You read your paper.

I'm saving you to
wax the floor tomorrow.

Hey, how come you're
taking underwear with you?

I thought you were only going
to be there a couple of days.

I might fall in the
lake or something.

You never can tell.

Oh.

Hey, Beaver, I want
to ask you something.

Yeah? What is it?

Do I seem like a pretty
grown-up guy to you?

Yeah.

Sometimes.

Except when you
get around girls.

Then you act kind of nutty.

This has got nothing
to do with girls.

I'm just trying to figure out

whether I should
tell Mom and Dad

that Scott's parents aren't
going to be up at the lake.

Well, I'd tell
them if I were you.

Yeah, but that's
'cause you're a little guy.

When a guy's a little guy,

he tells his mom and dad
everything that happens.

And you know why he does?

'Cause if he doesn't,
he'll get clobbered.

Yeah, but it's a lot different

when a guy gets to be my age.

He should already know the
difference between right and wrong.

Yeah, he should.

Gee, Wally, why don't you
just tell Dad when you get back?

What do you mean?

On Monday, just say,
"You know something, Dad.

There weren't any
parents up there."

That way, you'll
be telling the truth,

and you won't
spoil your weekend.

You know something, Beaver.

You're not such a little
kid as I thought you were.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I guess this is
one of those things,

the more you think
about it, the worse it gets.

It's too bad we're not grown up.

Then we wouldn't
have to think at all.

Ward, you ought to
tell Wally to be polite

and watch his manners
in front of Scott's parents.

I'll tell him,

but with four or five
teenagers running around,

I doubt they'll know
which one's ours.

I guess they're not going to be
too much trouble up at the lake.

Wally says all the boys
are taking food with them.

What are they taking?

Wally says they're all taking
canned beans and hot dogs.

Don't you think I should put
in some canned vegetables?

No, I wouldn't.

I'd hate to see a can of peas

ruin our boy's social life.

Hello.

Hello, Fred.

Just a moment.

It's Fred Rutherford.

Morning, Fred.

I trust I didn't wake
you up, Ward, old boy.

No, I'm wide
awake, Fred, old boy.

It's about this trip my Clarence

and the other boys
are taking up to the lake.

Yeah. What about it, Fred?

I understand you're
allowing your lad to go.

Yes, we told Wally he could go.

Aren't you allowing Lumpy,
I mean Clarence, to go?

Yes. It's just that I
wanted to make sure

that you and your little woman

had given your consent.

Some of the other parents
called and I told them

I'd get you on the
horn and make sure.

Fred, is there anything wrong

with letting the boys go up
to the lake for the weekend?

Oh, no.

I realize this Scott boy's parents
have a good deal of money.

Naturally, I want Clarence
to see more of him.

It's just that you and June

have put me in a bit of a
spot by giving your permission.

Put you in a spot, Fred?

Yes. It seems
a little surprising

that you'd allow Wally
to go away for a weekend

with no adult supervision.

It just doesn't sound
like you, parent-wise.

Fred, I've discussed
this with Wally,

and I happen to know that Scott's
parents are going to be there.

I'm afraid your boy is
putting you on, Ward.

Scott's parents flew
to Chicago yesterday.

Are you sure, Fred?

I'll have to call you back.

Yes, Fred. Yeah.
Thank you. Good-bye.

Fred says the boys are
going up to the cottage alone.

He says Scott's parents
aren't going to be there.

So I gathered.

But Wally said his
parents would be there.

No, thinking back,
he just didn't say

they wouldn't be there.

Well, Wally's
purposely misled us.

You know, it's hard to believe

he could be that deceitful.

It's too bad Eddie Haskell
isn't mixed up in this.

We could blame the
whole thing on him.

Ward, you're not going to let
Wally get away with this, are you?

I have no such intention...

Hi.

Beaver'll be down in
a couple of minutes.

Well, you sit down, Wally.

Everything's ready.

Okay. Thanks.

Well, how are you
coming with the packing?

Oh, I got all my junk packed.

Then you are planning on going.

Yeah. But first,

there's something I'd
like to talk to you about.

Oh?

Yeah, there's...

There's something I think
you and Mom ought to know.

Scott's parents aren't
going to be up at the lake.

Well, I'm glad you finally
got around to letting us know.

We just heard that
from Mr. Rutherford,

and we were pretty disturbed

that you didn't let
us know before.

Gee, Mom, I only
learned about it yesterday

when the guys came by.

Why didn't you tell us
yesterday after the guys came by?

I was debating whether
to tell you or not.

Then I figured I couldn't lose anything
by packing while I was debating.

Well, I think you should
have told us right away.

Oh, I think so, too, Mom.

But I figured it was
better telling you now

than not telling you at all.

Especially with Mr. Rutherford
calling and everything.

Dad, do you think
I could still go?

I don't know, Wally.

I think this is something your
mother and I should discuss.

What happened, Wally?

I told them the
truth about the trip.

And they said you could go?

No, they're in
thinking about it now.

They said I should've
told them yesterday.

Gee, it's not enough that
you tell the truth anymore.

Looks like you got to
tell it at the right time,

or you still get clobbered.

Yeah. Something like that.

Mom and Dad are in the
other room discussing it now.

Uh-oh.

When they don't discuss
stuff in front of you, that's bad.

What do you think
they're saying?

I don't know.

They're probably saying
reasons why I should go

and reasons why I shouldn't go.

Then Dad'll think
the whole thing over

and do what he thinks is best.

Yeah.

Well, if you want,

you and me could go
camping in the backyard, Wally.

Wally.

Be right there, Dad.

Doesn't look good, Wally.

Why would you say that?

When they come in to see you,

that means it's good news.

But when you got to
go in and see them,

that means it's crummy news.

Yes, Dad?

Wally, I'm sorry,
but we've decided

it would be unwise to
let you go on the trip.

Ah, Dad.

Wally, we hate
to do this to you,

but we honestly
feel it's for the best.

But, gee, all the other guys'
folks are letting them go.

Yes, son, and that's the
oldest dodge in the world.

You know, so-and-so's
parents are letting them do it.

Why can't I?

Lumpy Rutherford
used that on his parents

when he thought you were going.

See, Wally, it isn't really
a good argument at all.

For instance,

well, suppose a
lot of boys' parents

let them go to the
moon in a rocket ship.

That wouldn't be any
reason for letting you go.

Gee, Dad, I don't know any
guys that are going to the moon.

I just want to
go up to the lake.

I don't think you're
trying very hard

to see the point, Wally.

Look, Dad, you know me.

I'm not the kind of guy that
goes around getting in trouble.

That's not it, son.

Look, try and see
it through our eyes.

We don't know Scott, we
haven't met his parents,

we don't even know whether
he has their permission

to invite you boys
up to the lake.

Boy, Scott and
all the other guys

are going to think I'm
some kind of a mama's boy.

Well, I'm sorry you feel
that way about it, Wally,

because we really like for
you to take responsibility

and go places and
do things on your own.

But we just feel that there's
too much against this deal.

Yes, sir.

Boy, might as well be in jail.

Dear, to make up for this,

maybe we could do
something real nice for Wally

over the weekend.

No, June. I think
he'll be a lot happier

sulking in his room.

Wally.

Yeah.

I wouldn't unpack
everything if I were you.

Why not?

That's pretty neat
running-away stuff.

Running away's kid stuff.

Yeah. I guess even I
couldn't get away with it now.

I don't mind not going so much.

It's just having
to tell all the guys

that my parents
wouldn't let me go.

Yeah. I'd rather have
the guys beat me up

eight or nine times a day
rather than call me a baby.

Yeah.

Hey, if you want, I
could call the guys up

and tell them you
died or something.

No, that's no good.

I have to go to school Monday.

How could I show
up if I was dead?

Yeah. But at least it gets
you through the weekend.

Oh, boy.

There's Scott and all the guys.

I just wish he didn't
have his own car.

But, gee, Wally,
it's not his car.

You told me yourself
it belongs to his father.

Sure, but he acts like it's his.

That makes it just as bad.

Hi, Wally.

Hi.

Hey, where's your
clothes and food and stuff?

I didn't bring any.

How come?

I'm not going.

You're not going?

Why not?

My folks won't let me.

Oh, no. Now look, Wally,

three guys have
chickened out already.

I thought you were one guy that
knew how to handle his parents.

What's the strain?

My father just doesn't
want me going, that's all.

Oh, what's wrong, Wally?

No one to tuck you
in at beddie time?

Lay off, Lump.

Okay. You don't catch my
parents treating me like a baby.

Clarence.

Your father's on the phone.
He wants to talk to you.

All right, Mrs. Cleaver.

My father just forgot
to say good-bye to me.

Boy, you're really going to be
missing a big weekend, Wally.

I was going to get
my pop's boat out,

and we're going
to have a real ball.

Well, look, Scott,

if you'd have told
me in the first place

that your parents
weren't going to be there,

maybe I could have arranged it,

but this way, it just looks like

I'm trying to be sneaky.

Sure, Wally, but that's
the way you have fun.

Where you going, Lump?

I'm going home.

When I get there, my
pop's going to kill me.

Some weekend
this is going to be.

Well, maybe some of
the other guys can go.

No, not with the parents on
the phone talking to each other.

I'll probably wind up with
no one being able to go.

Look, Scott, I'm sorry I
goofed up your weekend.

Forget it.

Hey, Wally.

I bet I know what you and
the other guys are thinking.

What do you mean?

You're thinking
what a lucky guy I am

to be able to come and
go and do what I want

without anybody saying I can't.

Well, isn't that what you want?

Yeah. I'm going to make a
big noise like that's what I want.

Just once, I wish my old
man would care enough for me

to tell me not to do something.

What are you going to do, then?

I don't know.

Maybe old Ernie can still go,

and we'll take our beans and
hotdogs and go up to the lake

and make like we're
having a big time.

Is Wally up in his room?

No, I think he's out in
the garage with Beaver.

I hope he doesn't hold
it too much against us,

not letting him go.

I don't think he will.

At his age, kids have a
pretty good sense of justice,

even if they won't admit it.

Not here.

Not here, either.

Here it is, Wally.

Okay. Let's get
the tire off and fix it.

Gee, Wally, thanks a lot.

You know, Wally,

I figured you're going to
be sore at Mom and Dad

for a couple of weeks,

on account of they didn't
let you go up to the lake.

Nah.

There's no percentage
in being a sorehead.

What do you mean?

Well, like...

Like report cards are going
to be coming out pretty soon.

I'm going to be wanting
to get my own car.

There's no use
having more things

working against
you than you have to.

You know, Wally,

you're almost too smart
to be fixing just tires.

Ah, pipe down.

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