Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 6, Episode 18 - More Blessed to Give - full transcript
Beaver wins a 14K gold locket at the carnival ring toss and gives it to his friend Donna, after putting a picture of each of them inside; but Donna's angry dad won't let her keep the expensive gift and mails it back to Beaver without a note of explanation. Confusion reigns when June finds the locket hidden in Beaver's dresser drawer and thinks Donna gave the gift to Beaver.
Starring...
and...
Gee, no, Mom. I didn't see the
Beaver anywhere on my way home.
I wonder what's going on.
He hasn't been home early
from school one day this week.
Search me.
A few years ago he might
have stopped at Miller's Pond
to catch a pollywog
and climbing trees and
peeking in birds' nests.
Yeah, but now he's more likely
to be climbing a fender
and looking at an engine
or pricing surfboards.
Hey, maybe he's down at the
record shop twisting at the booth.
Wally.
Here she comes.
Yeah.
Boy.
Are you in love
with her, Beaver?
I don't know. Maybe.
Gee, for five days now,
you've just been standing
here watching her walk by.
Aren't you ever
going to speak to her?
I don't know.
Gee, if you're in
love with a girl,
I think there's a lot more
to it than just looking at her.
I don't know.
Oh, fancy dessert?
Extra fancy.
I wouldn't go to too
much trouble if I were you.
You know, the boys
don't feel much like eating
when they come
back from a carnival.
Oh, but doesn't that
just apply to little boys?
Dear, at a carnival,
all boys are little boys.
Right now they're
probably stuffing themselves
with hotdogs, cotton candy,
soft drinks, and peanuts.
Boy, 85 cents, and all I
win is this crummy monkey.
You think you got gypped.
A dollar and 15 cents.
Hurry, hurry,
hurry, step right up.
Everybody plays. Everybody wins.
Try your luck. Everybody
wins. Everybody plays.
How about trying
your luck, boys?
Everybody wins at Hoopala.
Step right up, folks.
Try your luck. Everybody
wins. Everybody plays.
Boy, look at all
the neat prizes,
and I had to go and
blow my money on this.
Yeah, and this is real
expensive stuff, too.
Step right up, folks.
Hurry, hurry,
hurry, hurry, hurry.
Fifteen dollars, ten
dollars, twenty dollars?
Three hoops for a quarter, son.
Okay, Mister.
Can I try for the fishing reel?
Anything you want, my boy.
You ring it, and you've got it.
Step right up.
Come on, Beav. You can do it.
Take your time, Beav.
Beav, you did it. You
got the $20 gold locket.
Now, sonny, what would
you do with a girl's locket?
Wouldn't you rather have this
nice, genuine Mickey Mantle ashtray?
Don't take it, Beav.
The locket's worth $20.
No, sir, I think I'd
rather have the locket.
Okay, Ed, give it to him.
Here you go, kid.
Thanks, Mister.
Well, it's not a fishing reel,
but at least you
didn't get skunked.
"14-karat gold."
Golly, Beav, that's the
best kind of gold you can get.
You dummy, you.
You let them use
the come-on hoops.
We should look for them
around the big dipper again.
This is what happens when
you bring little squirts along.
They're always wandering off.
Hey, here they come.
Where have you guys been?
They probably dropped
their candy apples
and have been
bawling their eyes out.
Hey, Wally, look what
I won. It's worth $20.
Yeah, and it's 14-karat gold.
Say, that is pretty neat, Beav.
Yeah, what did it cost
you to win it, Beav?
25 cents.
Tell you what.
Here's a dollar.
That'll give you a
profit of 75 cents cash.
Oh, no, you don't, Eddie.
Hey, Wally, look.
The locket part's in doubles
so you can put pictures in it.
Yeah? Why don't you put in
a picture of yourself
and King Kong?
You'd make quite a couple.
Hey, Beav, what are
you going to do with it?
I don't know.
I was trying to
win a fishing reel.
Look, why don't
you give it to Mom?
She likes stuff like that.
Maybe I will.
I'll bet she'd like
this a whole lot.
Sure. Hey, look, I'm
going to go get the car.
Look, Beaver,
you don't want to give a
present like that to your mother.
Why not?
What do you want to do?
You want to make your
pop look like a cheapskate?
Look, I'll give
you 3 bucks for it.
3 whole dollars?
Sure. You don't give things
like this to people in the family.
Lockets are made
to give to dolls.
- Here you go, junior.
- Okay...
No, Beav, don't do it.
You stay out of
this, hydrant head.
Don't sell him your locket.
Why not give it
to your own girl?
My own girl?
I don't have one.
Sure you have... Donna.
Oh, yeah, that girl.
I forgot.
I guess a present like this
would make her like me a lot, huh?
Sure. You see, Eddie?
Nah.
Don't do that around here.
They'll start throwing
baseballs at you.
Hey, Eddie, tell Wally me and
Gilbert are going to walk home.
Why don't you do your
family a favor and get lost.
Oh, hi, Mom.
How was the carnival?
It was okay, I guess.
Where's Beaver?
He and Gilbert decided
they wanted to walk home.
You mean they'd
rather walk than ride?
Yeah, especially if they have to
ride in the same car with Eddie.
Beaver and Eddie got into a big
thing about a prize Beaver won.
Beaver won a prize?
Yeah, but I don't
want to spoil it for you
by telling you what it is.
He's going to give it to
you, and it's real neat.
You'll really like it.
Oh, that's very
thoughtful of Beaver.
So kind of act surprised
when he gives it to you, okay?
I will, Wally.
I will.
Gilbert, you sure it's okay if I cut
these pictures out of your yearbook?
Yeah, it's okay.
All my father's
interested in is my picture.
He sells the book to my
Uncle Gilbert and says,
"Here's a picture of
your nephew Gilbert,
who's named after you,"
and then my uncle says,
"Mighty fine-looking lad,"
and then he gives me $5.
Yeah?
Here's Donna's
picture, and here's mine.
Now to put them in the locket.
Boy, Beav, I didn't know
you were such a swinger.
Neither did I.
There. How does it look?
It looks just like an
ad in a teen magazine.
Yeah. I guess I
better give it to her.
How about me coming along
so I can watch
you give it to her?
No, Gilbert, this is the kind
of thing a guy has to do alone.
Yeah, I guess so.
Well, good luck, Fabian.
Donna?
Hi, Beaver.
What are you doing here?
Oh, well, I just happen
to be standing here.
You've happened to be standing
here every day for the past week.
Well, a guy's got
to stand some place.
There's no law against it.
Uh, Donna?
Huh?
Do you like me?
Sure.
No fooling?
Well, sure.
Mrs. Rayburn says we
have to like our classmates
or she'll fail us
in citizenship.
Oh.
Well, I don't mean, do
you like me in school?
I mean, do you like me even
without anybody making you like me?
Beaver, what are
you trying to say?
Well, I'm just trying to
say that I like you a lot,
and I want to
give you a present.
Here.
Oh, Beaver, it's beautiful.
Thank you so much.
So you finally got home.
What?
It took you and Gilbert quite a
while to walk home from the carnival.
Oh, yeah, quite a while.
You boys have fun?
Yeah, it was fun.
- Beaver?
- Yes, Mom?
I hear you have a gift for
me you won at the carnival.
Oh, you know about that?
Well, Wally just mentioned it.
He didn't want to spoil your
surprise by telling me what it is,
but he said it was a
very nice little present.
Oh, uh... Oh, yeah.
Here, Mom.
Thank you.
Oh, that's okay.
Well, what do you know?
We have another mouth to feed.
Boy, Beaver,
you mean you gave that $20
locket to a girl in your class?
Yeah, Donna Yeager.
Well, why?
Because I like her.
Yeah, but you don't go around giving
an expensive hunk of stuff like that
to everybody you like.
I know, Wally,
but this is a
different kind of liking.
It's not like Sunday
school liking
or Ten Commandments liking.
It's a kind of liking that...
Well, you know what I mean.
Sure, but...
But Beaver, you're too
young for that kind of liking.
Well, if I'm too young
for that kind of liking,
how come I've got
that kind of liking?
Search me. Maybe you've been
seeing too many movies or something.
But, Beaver, feeling this
way about a girl at your age
can get you in
nothing but trouble.
But how do you get in trouble
just feeling good about somebody?
Well, because...
Because at your age...
A guy can feel good about
a dog or about basketball
or about your
parents or something,
but to feel good about a girl,
that's murder.
I never thought of that.
Look, Beaver,
they have a rule at your school
about kids not dating, don't they?
Sure, but I'm not dating her.
Yeah, but giving her an
expensive present like that
is worse.
It looks like you're in
love with her or something,
and a guy in the eighth grade
just can't look like he's in love
with a girl in the eighth grade.
Gee, I didn't think
it was that bad.
Sure.
You can't start acting
dumb and stupid about girls,
at least until you're
in high school.
What about Miss Rayburn?
How's it going to look to her?
She can't have kids
in the eighth grade
flipping over girls.
She might have to
kick you out of school.
And what about
the girl's parents?
Why, they see the present,
they'll go through the roof.
You think so?
Well, sure.
A kid like you isn't supposed
to go running around
like Frank Sinatra.
Boy, you know something, Wally?
I wouldn't be in this mess
if I had taken that
Mickey Mantle ashtray.
Mom, have you
seen my history book?
It's right where
you left it, darling.
Donna, where did
you get that locket?
A boy gave it to me.
- A boy?
- That's right, Mom.
Boys at your age?
What boy?
A boy at school.
What's our school
system coming to anyway?
Now, Robert.
Let me see this thing.
Why, this is no
dime-store trinket.
I know, Daddy. Isn't
it just wonderful?
Mildred, this is 14-carat gold.
Really?
Yes, really.
I didn't give you
anything this good
until after we'd been
married for five years.
Donna, you're not
going to keep this.
- Oh, Daddy.
- I mean it.
I don't approve of
boys and girls your age
giving gifts like this.
Who is this boy?
Beaver... Theodore Cleaver.
Ward Cleaver's boy?
Well, you see that he
gets it back tomorrow.
But, Daddy, I can't
give it back to him now.
All my friends at
school know about it.
How could I ever face them?
All right, if it's that
difficult for you,
I'll put your name on it,
and I'll mail it to him myself,
but you're not going to keep it.
Do you understand?
Oh, yes, Daddy,
but a thing like this could
absolutely give me a trauma.
What are we raising around
here, one of the Gabor sisters?
Hey, remind me to tell your mother
what a good cook she is, Homer.
This is store cake, Eddie.
So I'll tell her the
cake was so good,
I thought it was one of her own.
Oh, hi, Beav.
Hi.
How did things
go at school today?
Okay.
You mean there was
no big deal about that girl
you gave the locket to?
Uh-uh. She wasn't
even at school today.
Hey, wait a minute, Clyde.
You mean you gave
that locket to a girl?
Yup.
Boy, how stupid can you get?
It was mostly your idea.
The kid's in trouble.
You'll listen to anybody.
You know why this
alleged girlfriend
wasn't in school
today, don't you?
No, why?
It's the age-old story.
The fair princess went home wearing
the golden bauble from her swain,
only to be met by the
irate king, her old man.
Come on, Eddie.
You better head for
the hills, Sir Lancelot,
before her father
gallops over here
and wipes that dopey
look off your face
with a battle-ax.
Hello, Mrs. Cleaver.
Hello.
Package for
Mr. Theodore Cleaver.
Beaver?
Yeah, and it's insured.
Sign right here, please.
All right.
There you are.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Beaver.
- Beaver?
- You want me, Mom?
Honey, there's a package
down here for you.
It just came in the mail.
Who's it from?
Donna Yeager.
Isn't that that girl
you know at school?
Uh, yeah.
Maybe she found a
pair of my old gym socks
in the school playground
and is sending them back to me.
And insured them for $15?
Boy, oh boy,
a lot that Eddie Haskell knows.
What are you talking about?
This.
You and Eddie trying to tell me
I was in trouble with Donna
for giving her the locket.
Just wait till you see
what she sent me.
Oh, yeah? What did she send you?
My locket back.
Well, I...
I suppose I could
say I told you so,
but I guess this is no
time to be rubbing it in.
Hey, Wally?
Does this mean that she
doesn't like me anymore?
Oh, look, don't get
all shook up, Beav.
Girls are kind
of hard to figure.
Yeah.
You know something?
I was doing better when
I was just looking at her.
Ward, look what I
found in Beaver's drawer.
Hm, where'd that come from?
A young lady friend,
Donna Yeager.
It came in the mail today.
Well, our youngest
is growing up.
He's growing
up a little too fast.
Well, of course kids have always
exchanged pins and rings at school.
Yes, honey, but they were
meaningless, inexpensive things.
This is an expensive gift.
It's 14-karat gold.
Say, she has gone
a little overboard.
She's gone way overboard.
Look at the way
she's looking at him.
Ward, you know, I
don't like this one little bit.
Well, I can't say I'm
exactly in favor of it.
Wonder if her mother
and father know about this.
I don't know.
Honey, why don't
you call them up?
I'll tell you what. I know
Bob Yeager pretty well.
I play golf with him
every now and then.
Why don't I just drop over there
and return his daughter's gift?
I'm sure when
he learns about it,
he'll understand that
Donna's just gone a little too far
for a girl her age.
Ward?
Now, don't let them lay
any of the blame on Beaver.
After all, it's not his fault
if their daughter happens
to have a crush on him.
Don't worry, dear.
Say, Mom, do you think it
would be okay if I ask Dad
if I can borrow his car so I
can buy a fan belt for my car?
Well, honey, I imagine
it would be all right,
but your father isn't
home at the moment.
Oh, when will he be back?
Oh, it shouldn't be too long.
He's gone over to talk
to Donna Yeager's father.
Oh, okay, I'll ask
him when he gets...
Donna Yeager's father?
Yes, you know, your father
and I were pretty upset
when we found
Donna had sent Beaver
an expensive gift in the mail.
- She sent him
an expensive gift?
- Mm-Hm.
A gold locket.
A gold... Oh, boy.
Excuse me, Mom.
Wally?
I'll fill you in later.
Hey, Wally, have you seen the
locket that Donna gave me back?
No, I haven't seen
it, but I know who has.
- Dad.
- Dad?
Yeah, and boy,
are you in trouble.
I am?
Big trouble.
Bigger than when I was little
and I threw the brussels
sprouts down the heater vent?
Compared to this, the
brussels sprouts were nothing.
Dad's over at the
Yeagers' right now
talking to Donna's father.
How come he's talking to him?
Because Mom and
Dad are all shook up
because they think
Donna gave you the locket
instead of you giving
Donna the locket,
and Dad's going to
tell her dad that you...
Well, that she...
Oh, it's a big mess.
Yeah.
The Brussels
sprouts were nothing.
Bob, I am not a parent
who makes a
practice of interfering
in his son's activities.
However, I... Well,
what I'm trying to say
is this has to do
with the locket
your daughter sent
my boy in the mail.
Oh, he got it already?
You know about it?
Why, indeed I do.
It was my idea that
she mail it to him.
Your idea?
Yes, Ward.
Well, Bob, I don't know how
you feel about matters like this,
but personally I just don't
approve of children their age
giving each other
such expensive gifts.
I heartily agree with you.
Well, Bob, if you feel that way,
I can't quite understand
why you approved of Donna
giving Beaver the
locket in the first place.
I approve?
Ward, Donna didn't give
him the locket in the first place.
He gave it to her.
Beaver gave it to her?
That's right.
He gave her the present,
and I mailed it back for her.
Oh.
Oh, you mailed it back?
Yeah.
Oh, well, now I'm beginning
to get a little clearer picture.
Thanks very much, Bob.
I'm sorry to have bothered you.
That's quite all right.
I'm glad we got the whole
thing straightened out.
Yes... Yeah, I'll
find my way out.
Oh.
How did it go?
Oh, fine, just fine.
Not according to the
expression on your face.
Well, I just discovered
that our sweet,
innocent, little Beaver
is a junior Casanova.
- Hi, Dad.
- Where's Beaver?
He's upstairs in his
room waiting for you.
- Good.
- Dad?
He's, uh... He's pretty scared.
Maybe you shouldn't
yell at him too much
because he's stupid.
You know, it might
not be his fault.
Maybe it's got something
to do with his genes.
What?
You know, like... Like
maybe he had an ancestor
who wasn't so bright or...
He's waiting in the room, Dad.
I'll talk to him. You
brush up on your biology.
Yes, sir.
Wally, you mentioned
something about filling me in.
Oh, yeah.
Uh, maybe you better come
in the living room and sit down.
And so when I won
the locket at the carnival,
I decided to give it to her.
I see.
I don't know what
made me give it to her,
but there's something
funny about that girl.
Funny?
I don't mean funny exactly.
It's kind of hard to explain.
Sometimes, when I'd look at her,
I'd feel real good,
and then other times,
I'd feel like I was
going to get sick
right in my stomach,
but I guess you
wouldn't understand.
Oh, I don't know, Beaver.
I think maybe I do.
You do? Really, Dad?
Yeah.
There was a little girl in
my class at school at...
Well, it finally got so bad,
my parents almost
sent for the doctor
to find out what
was wrong with me.
Gee, it's hard to believe
that anybody's father
really knows what's
gong on in a kid's mind.
Well, it doesn't
take much doing.
Dad?
- About girls...
- Yes?
Does it ever get better?
Well, Beaver, I
wish I could say so,
but the fact of the matter is
that it gets an awful lot worse
before it gets better.
Hope you weren't too
hard on the Beaver.
No, not at all.
Matter of fact, trying
to explain women to him
was harder on me
than it was on him.
Mom?
Yes, Beaver?
Here.
Thank you.
Oh, Beaver, how pretty.
Yeah, well, I didn't
want to throw it away,
so I'm giving it to you.
Thank you, Beaver.
I certainly...
How's it feel to be playing
second fiddle to a girl?
Ward, a mother
spends most of her life
playing second fiddle to a girl.
Might as well start
getting used to it now.
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Gee, no, Mom. I didn't see the
Beaver anywhere on my way home.
I wonder what's going on.
He hasn't been home early
from school one day this week.
Search me.
A few years ago he might
have stopped at Miller's Pond
to catch a pollywog
and climbing trees and
peeking in birds' nests.
Yeah, but now he's more likely
to be climbing a fender
and looking at an engine
or pricing surfboards.
Hey, maybe he's down at the
record shop twisting at the booth.
Wally.
Here she comes.
Yeah.
Boy.
Are you in love
with her, Beaver?
I don't know. Maybe.
Gee, for five days now,
you've just been standing
here watching her walk by.
Aren't you ever
going to speak to her?
I don't know.
Gee, if you're in
love with a girl,
I think there's a lot more
to it than just looking at her.
I don't know.
Oh, fancy dessert?
Extra fancy.
I wouldn't go to too
much trouble if I were you.
You know, the boys
don't feel much like eating
when they come
back from a carnival.
Oh, but doesn't that
just apply to little boys?
Dear, at a carnival,
all boys are little boys.
Right now they're
probably stuffing themselves
with hotdogs, cotton candy,
soft drinks, and peanuts.
Boy, 85 cents, and all I
win is this crummy monkey.
You think you got gypped.
A dollar and 15 cents.
Hurry, hurry,
hurry, step right up.
Everybody plays. Everybody wins.
Try your luck. Everybody
wins. Everybody plays.
How about trying
your luck, boys?
Everybody wins at Hoopala.
Step right up, folks.
Try your luck. Everybody
wins. Everybody plays.
Boy, look at all
the neat prizes,
and I had to go and
blow my money on this.
Yeah, and this is real
expensive stuff, too.
Step right up, folks.
Hurry, hurry,
hurry, hurry, hurry.
Fifteen dollars, ten
dollars, twenty dollars?
Three hoops for a quarter, son.
Okay, Mister.
Can I try for the fishing reel?
Anything you want, my boy.
You ring it, and you've got it.
Step right up.
Come on, Beav. You can do it.
Take your time, Beav.
Beav, you did it. You
got the $20 gold locket.
Now, sonny, what would
you do with a girl's locket?
Wouldn't you rather have this
nice, genuine Mickey Mantle ashtray?
Don't take it, Beav.
The locket's worth $20.
No, sir, I think I'd
rather have the locket.
Okay, Ed, give it to him.
Here you go, kid.
Thanks, Mister.
Well, it's not a fishing reel,
but at least you
didn't get skunked.
"14-karat gold."
Golly, Beav, that's the
best kind of gold you can get.
You dummy, you.
You let them use
the come-on hoops.
We should look for them
around the big dipper again.
This is what happens when
you bring little squirts along.
They're always wandering off.
Hey, here they come.
Where have you guys been?
They probably dropped
their candy apples
and have been
bawling their eyes out.
Hey, Wally, look what
I won. It's worth $20.
Yeah, and it's 14-karat gold.
Say, that is pretty neat, Beav.
Yeah, what did it cost
you to win it, Beav?
25 cents.
Tell you what.
Here's a dollar.
That'll give you a
profit of 75 cents cash.
Oh, no, you don't, Eddie.
Hey, Wally, look.
The locket part's in doubles
so you can put pictures in it.
Yeah? Why don't you put in
a picture of yourself
and King Kong?
You'd make quite a couple.
Hey, Beav, what are
you going to do with it?
I don't know.
I was trying to
win a fishing reel.
Look, why don't
you give it to Mom?
She likes stuff like that.
Maybe I will.
I'll bet she'd like
this a whole lot.
Sure. Hey, look, I'm
going to go get the car.
Look, Beaver,
you don't want to give a
present like that to your mother.
Why not?
What do you want to do?
You want to make your
pop look like a cheapskate?
Look, I'll give
you 3 bucks for it.
3 whole dollars?
Sure. You don't give things
like this to people in the family.
Lockets are made
to give to dolls.
- Here you go, junior.
- Okay...
No, Beav, don't do it.
You stay out of
this, hydrant head.
Don't sell him your locket.
Why not give it
to your own girl?
My own girl?
I don't have one.
Sure you have... Donna.
Oh, yeah, that girl.
I forgot.
I guess a present like this
would make her like me a lot, huh?
Sure. You see, Eddie?
Nah.
Don't do that around here.
They'll start throwing
baseballs at you.
Hey, Eddie, tell Wally me and
Gilbert are going to walk home.
Why don't you do your
family a favor and get lost.
Oh, hi, Mom.
How was the carnival?
It was okay, I guess.
Where's Beaver?
He and Gilbert decided
they wanted to walk home.
You mean they'd
rather walk than ride?
Yeah, especially if they have to
ride in the same car with Eddie.
Beaver and Eddie got into a big
thing about a prize Beaver won.
Beaver won a prize?
Yeah, but I don't
want to spoil it for you
by telling you what it is.
He's going to give it to
you, and it's real neat.
You'll really like it.
Oh, that's very
thoughtful of Beaver.
So kind of act surprised
when he gives it to you, okay?
I will, Wally.
I will.
Gilbert, you sure it's okay if I cut
these pictures out of your yearbook?
Yeah, it's okay.
All my father's
interested in is my picture.
He sells the book to my
Uncle Gilbert and says,
"Here's a picture of
your nephew Gilbert,
who's named after you,"
and then my uncle says,
"Mighty fine-looking lad,"
and then he gives me $5.
Yeah?
Here's Donna's
picture, and here's mine.
Now to put them in the locket.
Boy, Beav, I didn't know
you were such a swinger.
Neither did I.
There. How does it look?
It looks just like an
ad in a teen magazine.
Yeah. I guess I
better give it to her.
How about me coming along
so I can watch
you give it to her?
No, Gilbert, this is the kind
of thing a guy has to do alone.
Yeah, I guess so.
Well, good luck, Fabian.
Donna?
Hi, Beaver.
What are you doing here?
Oh, well, I just happen
to be standing here.
You've happened to be standing
here every day for the past week.
Well, a guy's got
to stand some place.
There's no law against it.
Uh, Donna?
Huh?
Do you like me?
Sure.
No fooling?
Well, sure.
Mrs. Rayburn says we
have to like our classmates
or she'll fail us
in citizenship.
Oh.
Well, I don't mean, do
you like me in school?
I mean, do you like me even
without anybody making you like me?
Beaver, what are
you trying to say?
Well, I'm just trying to
say that I like you a lot,
and I want to
give you a present.
Here.
Oh, Beaver, it's beautiful.
Thank you so much.
So you finally got home.
What?
It took you and Gilbert quite a
while to walk home from the carnival.
Oh, yeah, quite a while.
You boys have fun?
Yeah, it was fun.
- Beaver?
- Yes, Mom?
I hear you have a gift for
me you won at the carnival.
Oh, you know about that?
Well, Wally just mentioned it.
He didn't want to spoil your
surprise by telling me what it is,
but he said it was a
very nice little present.
Oh, uh... Oh, yeah.
Here, Mom.
Thank you.
Oh, that's okay.
Well, what do you know?
We have another mouth to feed.
Boy, Beaver,
you mean you gave that $20
locket to a girl in your class?
Yeah, Donna Yeager.
Well, why?
Because I like her.
Yeah, but you don't go around giving
an expensive hunk of stuff like that
to everybody you like.
I know, Wally,
but this is a
different kind of liking.
It's not like Sunday
school liking
or Ten Commandments liking.
It's a kind of liking that...
Well, you know what I mean.
Sure, but...
But Beaver, you're too
young for that kind of liking.
Well, if I'm too young
for that kind of liking,
how come I've got
that kind of liking?
Search me. Maybe you've been
seeing too many movies or something.
But, Beaver, feeling this
way about a girl at your age
can get you in
nothing but trouble.
But how do you get in trouble
just feeling good about somebody?
Well, because...
Because at your age...
A guy can feel good about
a dog or about basketball
or about your
parents or something,
but to feel good about a girl,
that's murder.
I never thought of that.
Look, Beaver,
they have a rule at your school
about kids not dating, don't they?
Sure, but I'm not dating her.
Yeah, but giving her an
expensive present like that
is worse.
It looks like you're in
love with her or something,
and a guy in the eighth grade
just can't look like he's in love
with a girl in the eighth grade.
Gee, I didn't think
it was that bad.
Sure.
You can't start acting
dumb and stupid about girls,
at least until you're
in high school.
What about Miss Rayburn?
How's it going to look to her?
She can't have kids
in the eighth grade
flipping over girls.
She might have to
kick you out of school.
And what about
the girl's parents?
Why, they see the present,
they'll go through the roof.
You think so?
Well, sure.
A kid like you isn't supposed
to go running around
like Frank Sinatra.
Boy, you know something, Wally?
I wouldn't be in this mess
if I had taken that
Mickey Mantle ashtray.
Mom, have you
seen my history book?
It's right where
you left it, darling.
Donna, where did
you get that locket?
A boy gave it to me.
- A boy?
- That's right, Mom.
Boys at your age?
What boy?
A boy at school.
What's our school
system coming to anyway?
Now, Robert.
Let me see this thing.
Why, this is no
dime-store trinket.
I know, Daddy. Isn't
it just wonderful?
Mildred, this is 14-carat gold.
Really?
Yes, really.
I didn't give you
anything this good
until after we'd been
married for five years.
Donna, you're not
going to keep this.
- Oh, Daddy.
- I mean it.
I don't approve of
boys and girls your age
giving gifts like this.
Who is this boy?
Beaver... Theodore Cleaver.
Ward Cleaver's boy?
Well, you see that he
gets it back tomorrow.
But, Daddy, I can't
give it back to him now.
All my friends at
school know about it.
How could I ever face them?
All right, if it's that
difficult for you,
I'll put your name on it,
and I'll mail it to him myself,
but you're not going to keep it.
Do you understand?
Oh, yes, Daddy,
but a thing like this could
absolutely give me a trauma.
What are we raising around
here, one of the Gabor sisters?
Hey, remind me to tell your mother
what a good cook she is, Homer.
This is store cake, Eddie.
So I'll tell her the
cake was so good,
I thought it was one of her own.
Oh, hi, Beav.
Hi.
How did things
go at school today?
Okay.
You mean there was
no big deal about that girl
you gave the locket to?
Uh-uh. She wasn't
even at school today.
Hey, wait a minute, Clyde.
You mean you gave
that locket to a girl?
Yup.
Boy, how stupid can you get?
It was mostly your idea.
The kid's in trouble.
You'll listen to anybody.
You know why this
alleged girlfriend
wasn't in school
today, don't you?
No, why?
It's the age-old story.
The fair princess went home wearing
the golden bauble from her swain,
only to be met by the
irate king, her old man.
Come on, Eddie.
You better head for
the hills, Sir Lancelot,
before her father
gallops over here
and wipes that dopey
look off your face
with a battle-ax.
Hello, Mrs. Cleaver.
Hello.
Package for
Mr. Theodore Cleaver.
Beaver?
Yeah, and it's insured.
Sign right here, please.
All right.
There you are.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Beaver.
- Beaver?
- You want me, Mom?
Honey, there's a package
down here for you.
It just came in the mail.
Who's it from?
Donna Yeager.
Isn't that that girl
you know at school?
Uh, yeah.
Maybe she found a
pair of my old gym socks
in the school playground
and is sending them back to me.
And insured them for $15?
Boy, oh boy,
a lot that Eddie Haskell knows.
What are you talking about?
This.
You and Eddie trying to tell me
I was in trouble with Donna
for giving her the locket.
Just wait till you see
what she sent me.
Oh, yeah? What did she send you?
My locket back.
Well, I...
I suppose I could
say I told you so,
but I guess this is no
time to be rubbing it in.
Hey, Wally?
Does this mean that she
doesn't like me anymore?
Oh, look, don't get
all shook up, Beav.
Girls are kind
of hard to figure.
Yeah.
You know something?
I was doing better when
I was just looking at her.
Ward, look what I
found in Beaver's drawer.
Hm, where'd that come from?
A young lady friend,
Donna Yeager.
It came in the mail today.
Well, our youngest
is growing up.
He's growing
up a little too fast.
Well, of course kids have always
exchanged pins and rings at school.
Yes, honey, but they were
meaningless, inexpensive things.
This is an expensive gift.
It's 14-karat gold.
Say, she has gone
a little overboard.
She's gone way overboard.
Look at the way
she's looking at him.
Ward, you know, I
don't like this one little bit.
Well, I can't say I'm
exactly in favor of it.
Wonder if her mother
and father know about this.
I don't know.
Honey, why don't
you call them up?
I'll tell you what. I know
Bob Yeager pretty well.
I play golf with him
every now and then.
Why don't I just drop over there
and return his daughter's gift?
I'm sure when
he learns about it,
he'll understand that
Donna's just gone a little too far
for a girl her age.
Ward?
Now, don't let them lay
any of the blame on Beaver.
After all, it's not his fault
if their daughter happens
to have a crush on him.
Don't worry, dear.
Say, Mom, do you think it
would be okay if I ask Dad
if I can borrow his car so I
can buy a fan belt for my car?
Well, honey, I imagine
it would be all right,
but your father isn't
home at the moment.
Oh, when will he be back?
Oh, it shouldn't be too long.
He's gone over to talk
to Donna Yeager's father.
Oh, okay, I'll ask
him when he gets...
Donna Yeager's father?
Yes, you know, your father
and I were pretty upset
when we found
Donna had sent Beaver
an expensive gift in the mail.
- She sent him
an expensive gift?
- Mm-Hm.
A gold locket.
A gold... Oh, boy.
Excuse me, Mom.
Wally?
I'll fill you in later.
Hey, Wally, have you seen the
locket that Donna gave me back?
No, I haven't seen
it, but I know who has.
- Dad.
- Dad?
Yeah, and boy,
are you in trouble.
I am?
Big trouble.
Bigger than when I was little
and I threw the brussels
sprouts down the heater vent?
Compared to this, the
brussels sprouts were nothing.
Dad's over at the
Yeagers' right now
talking to Donna's father.
How come he's talking to him?
Because Mom and
Dad are all shook up
because they think
Donna gave you the locket
instead of you giving
Donna the locket,
and Dad's going to
tell her dad that you...
Well, that she...
Oh, it's a big mess.
Yeah.
The Brussels
sprouts were nothing.
Bob, I am not a parent
who makes a
practice of interfering
in his son's activities.
However, I... Well,
what I'm trying to say
is this has to do
with the locket
your daughter sent
my boy in the mail.
Oh, he got it already?
You know about it?
Why, indeed I do.
It was my idea that
she mail it to him.
Your idea?
Yes, Ward.
Well, Bob, I don't know how
you feel about matters like this,
but personally I just don't
approve of children their age
giving each other
such expensive gifts.
I heartily agree with you.
Well, Bob, if you feel that way,
I can't quite understand
why you approved of Donna
giving Beaver the
locket in the first place.
I approve?
Ward, Donna didn't give
him the locket in the first place.
He gave it to her.
Beaver gave it to her?
That's right.
He gave her the present,
and I mailed it back for her.
Oh.
Oh, you mailed it back?
Yeah.
Oh, well, now I'm beginning
to get a little clearer picture.
Thanks very much, Bob.
I'm sorry to have bothered you.
That's quite all right.
I'm glad we got the whole
thing straightened out.
Yes... Yeah, I'll
find my way out.
Oh.
How did it go?
Oh, fine, just fine.
Not according to the
expression on your face.
Well, I just discovered
that our sweet,
innocent, little Beaver
is a junior Casanova.
- Hi, Dad.
- Where's Beaver?
He's upstairs in his
room waiting for you.
- Good.
- Dad?
He's, uh... He's pretty scared.
Maybe you shouldn't
yell at him too much
because he's stupid.
You know, it might
not be his fault.
Maybe it's got something
to do with his genes.
What?
You know, like... Like
maybe he had an ancestor
who wasn't so bright or...
He's waiting in the room, Dad.
I'll talk to him. You
brush up on your biology.
Yes, sir.
Wally, you mentioned
something about filling me in.
Oh, yeah.
Uh, maybe you better come
in the living room and sit down.
And so when I won
the locket at the carnival,
I decided to give it to her.
I see.
I don't know what
made me give it to her,
but there's something
funny about that girl.
Funny?
I don't mean funny exactly.
It's kind of hard to explain.
Sometimes, when I'd look at her,
I'd feel real good,
and then other times,
I'd feel like I was
going to get sick
right in my stomach,
but I guess you
wouldn't understand.
Oh, I don't know, Beaver.
I think maybe I do.
You do? Really, Dad?
Yeah.
There was a little girl in
my class at school at...
Well, it finally got so bad,
my parents almost
sent for the doctor
to find out what
was wrong with me.
Gee, it's hard to believe
that anybody's father
really knows what's
gong on in a kid's mind.
Well, it doesn't
take much doing.
Dad?
- About girls...
- Yes?
Does it ever get better?
Well, Beaver, I
wish I could say so,
but the fact of the matter is
that it gets an awful lot worse
before it gets better.
Hope you weren't too
hard on the Beaver.
No, not at all.
Matter of fact, trying
to explain women to him
was harder on me
than it was on him.
Mom?
Yes, Beaver?
Here.
Thank you.
Oh, Beaver, how pretty.
Yeah, well, I didn't
want to throw it away,
so I'm giving it to you.
Thank you, Beaver.
I certainly...
How's it feel to be playing
second fiddle to a girl?
Ward, a mother
spends most of her life
playing second fiddle to a girl.
Might as well start
getting used to it now.
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