My Three Sons (1960–1972): Season 1, Episode 9 - Raft on the River - full transcript
While Mike and Robbie go camping in the woods, Chip and Steve go "rafting" in the backyard.
(theme song plays)
We ought to have a
map of Pine Canyon.
Are you kidding?
Gunman's Gulch
isn't even on a map.
Ed Frazer told me
how to get there.
Take this old logging road
that cuts off by Beaver Spring.
We can hang this lamp
on the back of the tent...
Keep the mountain
lions and bears away.
MIKE: No, it goes inside.
We'll probably want
to read magazines
or chew the rag
after we turn in.
Yeah! Tell ghost stories!
Can't you just
see us in the tent
and the campfire
going on outside?
An old wildcat
howls in the woods.
(howls)
MIKE: Sounds more
like a sick coyote.
Yeah. I sure wish I could go.
Hey, look, Chip, remember
what Dad said this morning.
This camping trip is for
Mike and me... so hit the road.
I could help around the camp.
Yeah, a big help you'd be.
Now you messed the tent up.
Beat it, will ya?
Yeah, Chip, why
don't you go outside?
There's nothing to do.
Well, find something
to do. Like what?
What do you do
any other Saturday?
Play with the kids on
the block. Doing what?
Doing whatever they're doing.
They're not doing anything.
Well, then you find
something to do. Like what?
Aw, you're hopeless!
Well, Lewis and
Clark, I presume?
Oh, thanks, Bub. You're welcome.
Well, you know, I
kind of envy you fellas.
If I didn't have a
pinochle game on tonight,
I'd pack a bedroll
and go with you.
I wish you could. I'll
never forget the last time
I spent the night up
there in Gunman's Gulch.
We slept in an old,
abandoned cabin,
just like the old
Wild West days.
You know, it's still
pretty wooly up there.
Pretty wild. Yeah. Lots of
things can happen to a guy
in country like
that. That's right.
I mean, real
adventures and stuff.
That's right. Isn't that right?
Well... what's eating
you, Gloomy Gus?
Those guys get to have all
the fun, and I have to stay home.
We'll take you camping
sometime, Chip...
When you get a little older.
Yeah, when I get older...
In about a hundred years,
Hi, Chipper.
Hi.
Oh. Not on that one. Here.
There you are.
Thanks.
Dad?
Mm-hmm?
What can I do?
What can you do?
Well, uh, why don't you
find Mike and Robbie
and see what they're doing.
They're going camping.
Yeah, but they're not
going till this afternoon.
Maybe you can help 'em pack.
They don't want me in there.
Tough life, isn't it?
Well, let's see, now, uh...
why don't you go out in the
backyard and build something?
You know, there's all
that old lumber there.
You can use my hammer and
saw if you put it back, okay?
That's no fun.
What would you like to do, Chip?
I'd like to do what Mike
and Robbie are gonna do...
Camp out in the woods
where there's wild animals
and have adventures.
Well, they'll take you along
with them one of these days.
Besides, you
don't have to go out
in the woods to have adventure.
You got to go
someplace. No, you don't.
You can have adventures anywhere...
even right out in your own backyard.
You kidding? No,
I'm not kidding.
Come here, I'll show you.
There's no animals
or anything back there.
All right, then we just
have to put some out there.
All right, now, tell me, Chip,
what do you see down there?
(Tramp barks)
CHIP: Just a lot of stuff.
That old busted clubhouse,
clothesline, my scooter.
You know something, Chip?
You can make those things
into anything you like. Huh?
Sure you can.
All you've got to do is...
turn on your imagination.
I haven't got any. Oh,
of course you have,
and you've used
it plenty of times.
It's no fun just pretending.
Don't you remember
all the fun you had
when I read you that story
about Huckleberry Finn?
And how you imagined you
were on that island in the river?
The yard isn't big enough
for an island. 'Course it is.
You just set up your
camp down there
and imagine it's an
unexplored island
with ferocious animals and
shadowy figures lurking around.
What'll I do with
the clothesline?
Oh, make believe
it's a telephone line.
How come there's a phone
on an unexplored island?
Oh, you've got me there.
Maybe we'd better make it, uh,
the rigging of an old
sunken ship, huh?
How come it sunk in
the middle of the island?
Well, it's in the
the hidden lake.
How'd the ship get in the lake?
It sailed up the
secret river. Where?
Can't you see it right there,
back of the incinerator?
What's that to the
right of the tree?
You mean the garden hose?
No, no. I mean that
great big old green snake
all coiled up ready to strike.
(hissing nearby)
(hissing continues)
(hissing continues)
(growls)
See? What'd I tell you?
It's nothing but a
clunky old backyard!
I thought it was a
pretty nice island.
Robbie? Mike?
Wish I knew what I was building.
What you doing, Chip?
Nothing.
What's this, a raft?
Yeah, I guess it could be.
A raft? Are you kidding?
Oh, you got to have a lot
more wood in it than this.
Yeah, you got to have
some heavy timbers
to put under it,
too... Like these.
You know, you make
this thing big enough,
and you can put
that shack on it.
You mean like Huckleberry Hound?
Finn.
Hey, Robbie, we got some better
planks than these, haven't we?
Yeah, right over there.
Get some old two-by-fours
while you're at it, too.
Watch it, now. Sorry.
Hey, what are you doing?
Could nail a couple
of boards together.
Nah, you can't do that.
If you're gonna build something,
you got to build it decent.
I thought you guys
were going camping.
Yeah. These will be
good for underpinning.
Out of the way, squirt.
It's my raft!
Hey, Mike, hurry up.
(tool clatters) Get
out of the way, Chip.
Well, at least let me help.
Well, here.
What'll I do with it? Hold it.
How long? Mike, grab
some nails on your way over.
What do you think
I am, an octopus?
Look out, Chip.
(Mike and Robbie talking)
Get out of the way, Chip.
ROBBIE: Hey, where'd
that flagpole go?
MIKE: It's around
here someplace.
Maybe you left
it under the raft.
No. I purposely moved
it so that when I built...
Well, for crying
out loud, there it is.
Where? Right here, Dumbo.
Why didn't you
tell me you had it?
'Cause I didn't know I did.
There.
How's that?
Pretty neat. Thanks, you guys.
Come on, Tramp.
Yep, now that really
looks like something.
Think Dad'll let me
sleep on it tonight?
Hey, we better get
going. Let's go, Robbie.
Yeah, I think
maybe I'll sleep on it.
I'll fill the canteens, and
you get the sleeping bags.
Maybe we should take Dad's .22.
Hey, you guys, I'm gonna
sleep on the raft tonight.
Well, I got my hunting knife.
Robbie, we're all gonna
have adventures tonight.
Mike?
Oh, but don't forget the camera.
Yeah, we can take some
real neat wild animal shots.
Well, I don't even want
to go to Gunman's Gulch!
'Cause I get to sleep
on my raft tonight!
(Tramp whines)
Night, Dad.
Oh, you're all set, huh?
Well, good night, Chipper.
(chuckles) You got your
flashlight and everything, huh?
Wish I could've gone
with Mike and Robbie.
Oh, you're gonna have as much fun
as they are, sleeping out on that raft.
Some adventure...
My own backyard.
It's not a backyard; it's
an island, remember?
You think I ought to
take my water pistol?
Oh, you betcha... you don't
want to go out there without that.
Cal Mitchell, take cover.
I'm really gonna
get you tonight.
Pinochle night, huh? Yeah.
Well, looks like our
fearless adventurer
is about ready to hit the sack.
I'll give him about
ten minutes out there.
(laughing): Me, too.
Bub, you're a glutton
for punishment,
fighting those kids all day
and then going out for
a pinochle fight at night.
Eh, it's different
when you fight adults.
Relaxing.
Say, Steve, let me have
your house key, will ya?
You lost yours again?
No, I haven't lost mine again.
I just can't find it... again.
Thanks. And don't
bother to lock up...
I've got everything all
battened down. Okay.
And don't wait up for
me. Good night, Bub.
Good night. Pin his ears back.
Yep.
What's the trouble, Chip?
The flashlight doesn't work.
Oh.
There. Just have
to shake it a little.
Well, you don't have
to keep shaking it.
Here. Better save your battery.
(Tramp whines)
Come on, Tramp.
(door closing)
What's the trouble now?
Kind of dark out there.
Oh, but you've
got your flashlight.
I know, but there's noises.
What kind of noises?
I don't know.
Well, come on, I'll...
I'll get you started.
Hey, Dad, the flashlight
won't go on again.
Well, try shaking it.
There she goes.
Come on, Tramp.
Oh, you've got a
nice night for it, Chip.
Getting late...
It's nice and calm.
You ought to sleep like a rock.
Come on in, Dad.
Hey, you got it all
fixed up inside, huh?
Yep.
Well... huh, this is all right.
Very cozy.
Here, let me help you.
Think we ought to
leave the flashlight on?
No, no, you might as
well turn it off, Chip.
The moon will be up pretty soon.
There.
Here, Tramp!
You think there's room
for all three of us in here?
Come on, Tramp,
lie down. Attaboy.
I'll stay out with you
for a while, Chip, huh?
Let me get this blanket, Chip.
There. Lie down, boy.
That's the stuff.
I wonder what Mike
and Robbie are doing.
Well, they're probably
in their tent already,
sound asleep.
You better...
you better go to
sleep, too, Chip.
It's, uh...
(laughs) I left my watch inside,
but I know it's
past your bedtime.
Lie down now, Tramp, come on.
Down boy... that's a good boy.
There.
I'll just stay out here
with you for a while, huh?
(wind blowing)
(rattling)
What was that?
Oh, the wind's coming up now,
just blowing in the trees.
(loud thud)
What was that?!
Sounded like the back door
slamming shut, didn't it?
Oh, my gosh.
What's the matter?
We're locked out; I
gave Bub my house key.
You mean, you can't
get in the house?
Well, we can when
Bub gets back, Chip.
(whines) Go to sleep.
Nothing to worry
about. No problem.
No problem.
Bub's in good form tonight.
(Tramp whines)
It's awfully dark.
(board creaks, wind whistling)
Nothing to worry about, Chip.
No matter what I
said this morning,
it's still our own backyard.
Close your eyes.
Go to sleep, hmm?
It's different at night.
Yeah.
And Bub will be
along pretty soon.
(boards banging)
(board creaking)
It's just the wind, Chip.
Bub will be home
pretty soon... I hope.
(whines)
Settle down, Tramp, come on.
(wind whistling)
(wood creaking)
(whispering): Dad! Hey, Dad!
What, what?!
What's the matter?
What's that noise?
Oh, it's nothing, son.
It's just the wind
banging something, Chip.
I must have fallen asleep.
I'm scared.
It's nothing, Chip. Nothing.
Almost as if I was... I've
been asleep for hours.
Gee, I wonder what time it is.
Lie down, Tramp.
Hmm.
(wind whistling)
(cat yowls) Dad!
What, what, what?!
Let's go in the house.
(Tramp barking)
Yeah. Yeah, that's
a good idea, Chip.
Where's the flashlight?
(growling)
Oh, there it is.
I guess that's good.
Come on, Chip.
We'll go wake up
Bub, have him let us in.
It sure is windy.
Yeah.
I hope we can wake Bub up.
House could fall on his
head and he wouldn't know it.
(rattles doorknob)
Hey, Bub! Bub!
Chip, don't wake the neighbors.
Bub?!
Bub?! He doesn't
sleep, he hibernates.
Bub?
Maybe he's still
playing pinochle.
This late? Must be
4:00 in the morning.
Kitchen light's still on.
I guess you're right, Chip.
He would have turned
it out if he were home.
Well, it can't be more than
a couple of hours till daylight.
We better try to get some sleep.
I know he'll be home to fix
our breakfast this morning.
Come on, Tramp!
Staying up all night
playing pinochle.
Grown man, too.
(deep thudding)
There's that noise again.
(thudding continues)
What is it, Dad?
Oh, it's just a loose
board or something, Chip.
Now come on. Go to sleep.
(thudding continues)
Sounds like a drum.
Yeah, it does
kind of, doesn't it?
Now let's get some
shut-eye. Go to sleep.
Jeepers, I... It's all right.
It's a storm, but
it's a long way off.
Listen for the thunder.
(thunder rumbling)
You see? It's a long way off.
(creaking)
Tramp, be quiet, hmm?
(growls)
Something's on the roof.
No, it's just the
boards creaking, Chip.
You know how new houses settle.
(crunching sound)
It's walking around.
Maybe it's a wild animal.
There's nothing up there, Chip.
Now go to sleep, hmm?
(growling)
Tramp, stop that.
See? Tramp hears it, too.
(growling) Oh,
it's... It's an animal.
It's probably just old
Oliver, Miss Pitt's cat.
He couldn't hurt anybody.
Come on.
(growling)
(cat snarls)
All right, I'll go out
and take a look.
Hmm, sounds like
he took off, huh?
Lie down.
Let's try it again, hmm?
(creaking)
(snarling)
(Tramp barking)
You see there?
Just a couple of cats fighting.
There's a logical
explanation for everything.
Now lie down. Let's go.
All right, good night.
(thunder crashing)
Boy, if I ever get
back in the house,
I'm never coming out again.
If you heard these
sounds during the day,
you wouldn't even
think anything about 'em.
You were right.
This backyard is the
scariest place I've ever been.
I didn't mean there
was anything out here
that you should be afraid of.
What could come into this yard
that... would hurt you?
I don't know.
That's what makes it so scary.
Nothing to be afraid of.
(rain falling)
It's raining.
Oh, boy, this is all we need.
Better get my feet in.
I hope you fellows put
a good roof on here.
You didn't.
(raindrops hitting helmet)
Come on, you've got
to move out of here.
(eerie screeching)
Did you hear that?
Yeah, I heard it, Chip.
What's the logical explanation?
Well, I'm sure there is,
and I don't know quite
what it is right now.
(screeching continues)
That's no cat.
No, it doesn't sound
like a cat, Chip.
(thunder crashes)
(gasping softly)
What's the matter?
Hold on, Chip. Now, stop that.
You're just imagining things.
There's nothing out there.
(screeching continues)
(screeching continues)
There is something out there.
Did you see it?
Yeah, I saw it.
What is it?
(screeching continues)
I don't know, Chip.
It's nothing to be
afraid of, though.
Just be quiet.
(screeching continues)
(screeching continues)
(screeching continues)
Chip, get back.
Who's there?!
(screeching continues)
(Chip screams)
Bub!
What is tarnation are
you doing out here?
The back door slammed
shut, and we got locked out.
You got my key.
We almost broke the house
down trying to wake you up.
Are you kidding?
I just got home.
Just got home at
4:00 in the morning?
What are you talking
about, 4:00 in the morning?
It's 20 minutes past 10:00.
20 minutes past 10:00?
We've been out here
practically all night.
Well, you don't have
to take my word for it.
You mean we've only been
out here a little over an hour?
Oh, Tramp!
Tramp, what's the matter?
See, Chip?
There's a logical
explanation for everything.
A dumb old mop.
Sure sound like a bunch
of cannibal war drums.
Yeah.
Come on, Tramp.
You know, Chip, I bet you've
had more adventure right here
in your own backyard
than Mike and Robbie
are having in Gunman's Gulch.
Kind of scary though.
BUB: Chip!
Okay!
Hey, we still haven't
found the invisible ghost
that was screaming yet.
I thought you were the
fellow that was telling me
you didn't have any imagination.
Well, I was talking
about daytime.
I have too darn much
nighttime imagination.
Well, daytime or
nighttime, Chip,
don't ever lose it...
because it's the greatest
thing you can ever have.
(screeching)
There's that ghost again.
Yeah.
Hey, your daytime
imagination's getting a lot better.
You know that?
Hey, it's the weathervane!
Mm-hmm. Could use
a little oil, couldn't it?
Yes, sir, Chip, if
you've got imagination
there's no limit as to
how high or how far
or in what direction you can go.
BUB: Yeah?
Well, how about following me
in the direction of the kitchen?
Hey, Bub, you pretend
you're a big ugly gorilla,
and I'll pretend I'm
an elephant hunter.
I got a better idea than that.
I'll pretend I'm Bub, and
you pretend you're Chip
and I'll wash and you dry.
Aw, that's no fun.
We're supposed to
use our imagination.
All right, then you
pretend you're Bub,
and I'll pretend I'm Chip,
and you wash and I'll dry.
(mimicking gunshots)
Well, Captain, this river
is infested with crocodiles.
We ought to have a
map of Pine Canyon.
Are you kidding?
Gunman's Gulch
isn't even on a map.
Ed Frazer told me
how to get there.
Take this old logging road
that cuts off by Beaver Spring.
We can hang this lamp
on the back of the tent...
Keep the mountain
lions and bears away.
MIKE: No, it goes inside.
We'll probably want
to read magazines
or chew the rag
after we turn in.
Yeah! Tell ghost stories!
Can't you just
see us in the tent
and the campfire
going on outside?
An old wildcat
howls in the woods.
(howls)
MIKE: Sounds more
like a sick coyote.
Yeah. I sure wish I could go.
Hey, look, Chip, remember
what Dad said this morning.
This camping trip is for
Mike and me... so hit the road.
I could help around the camp.
Yeah, a big help you'd be.
Now you messed the tent up.
Beat it, will ya?
Yeah, Chip, why
don't you go outside?
There's nothing to do.
Well, find something
to do. Like what?
What do you do
any other Saturday?
Play with the kids on
the block. Doing what?
Doing whatever they're doing.
They're not doing anything.
Well, then you find
something to do. Like what?
Aw, you're hopeless!
Well, Lewis and
Clark, I presume?
Oh, thanks, Bub. You're welcome.
Well, you know, I
kind of envy you fellas.
If I didn't have a
pinochle game on tonight,
I'd pack a bedroll
and go with you.
I wish you could. I'll
never forget the last time
I spent the night up
there in Gunman's Gulch.
We slept in an old,
abandoned cabin,
just like the old
Wild West days.
You know, it's still
pretty wooly up there.
Pretty wild. Yeah. Lots of
things can happen to a guy
in country like
that. That's right.
I mean, real
adventures and stuff.
That's right. Isn't that right?
Well... what's eating
you, Gloomy Gus?
Those guys get to have all
the fun, and I have to stay home.
We'll take you camping
sometime, Chip...
When you get a little older.
Yeah, when I get older...
In about a hundred years,
Hi, Chipper.
Hi.
Oh. Not on that one. Here.
There you are.
Thanks.
Dad?
Mm-hmm?
What can I do?
What can you do?
Well, uh, why don't you
find Mike and Robbie
and see what they're doing.
They're going camping.
Yeah, but they're not
going till this afternoon.
Maybe you can help 'em pack.
They don't want me in there.
Tough life, isn't it?
Well, let's see, now, uh...
why don't you go out in the
backyard and build something?
You know, there's all
that old lumber there.
You can use my hammer and
saw if you put it back, okay?
That's no fun.
What would you like to do, Chip?
I'd like to do what Mike
and Robbie are gonna do...
Camp out in the woods
where there's wild animals
and have adventures.
Well, they'll take you along
with them one of these days.
Besides, you
don't have to go out
in the woods to have adventure.
You got to go
someplace. No, you don't.
You can have adventures anywhere...
even right out in your own backyard.
You kidding? No,
I'm not kidding.
Come here, I'll show you.
There's no animals
or anything back there.
All right, then we just
have to put some out there.
All right, now, tell me, Chip,
what do you see down there?
(Tramp barks)
CHIP: Just a lot of stuff.
That old busted clubhouse,
clothesline, my scooter.
You know something, Chip?
You can make those things
into anything you like. Huh?
Sure you can.
All you've got to do is...
turn on your imagination.
I haven't got any. Oh,
of course you have,
and you've used
it plenty of times.
It's no fun just pretending.
Don't you remember
all the fun you had
when I read you that story
about Huckleberry Finn?
And how you imagined you
were on that island in the river?
The yard isn't big enough
for an island. 'Course it is.
You just set up your
camp down there
and imagine it's an
unexplored island
with ferocious animals and
shadowy figures lurking around.
What'll I do with
the clothesline?
Oh, make believe
it's a telephone line.
How come there's a phone
on an unexplored island?
Oh, you've got me there.
Maybe we'd better make it, uh,
the rigging of an old
sunken ship, huh?
How come it sunk in
the middle of the island?
Well, it's in the
the hidden lake.
How'd the ship get in the lake?
It sailed up the
secret river. Where?
Can't you see it right there,
back of the incinerator?
What's that to the
right of the tree?
You mean the garden hose?
No, no. I mean that
great big old green snake
all coiled up ready to strike.
(hissing nearby)
(hissing continues)
(hissing continues)
(growls)
See? What'd I tell you?
It's nothing but a
clunky old backyard!
I thought it was a
pretty nice island.
Robbie? Mike?
Wish I knew what I was building.
What you doing, Chip?
Nothing.
What's this, a raft?
Yeah, I guess it could be.
A raft? Are you kidding?
Oh, you got to have a lot
more wood in it than this.
Yeah, you got to have
some heavy timbers
to put under it,
too... Like these.
You know, you make
this thing big enough,
and you can put
that shack on it.
You mean like Huckleberry Hound?
Finn.
Hey, Robbie, we got some better
planks than these, haven't we?
Yeah, right over there.
Get some old two-by-fours
while you're at it, too.
Watch it, now. Sorry.
Hey, what are you doing?
Could nail a couple
of boards together.
Nah, you can't do that.
If you're gonna build something,
you got to build it decent.
I thought you guys
were going camping.
Yeah. These will be
good for underpinning.
Out of the way, squirt.
It's my raft!
Hey, Mike, hurry up.
(tool clatters) Get
out of the way, Chip.
Well, at least let me help.
Well, here.
What'll I do with it? Hold it.
How long? Mike, grab
some nails on your way over.
What do you think
I am, an octopus?
Look out, Chip.
(Mike and Robbie talking)
Get out of the way, Chip.
ROBBIE: Hey, where'd
that flagpole go?
MIKE: It's around
here someplace.
Maybe you left
it under the raft.
No. I purposely moved
it so that when I built...
Well, for crying
out loud, there it is.
Where? Right here, Dumbo.
Why didn't you
tell me you had it?
'Cause I didn't know I did.
There.
How's that?
Pretty neat. Thanks, you guys.
Come on, Tramp.
Yep, now that really
looks like something.
Think Dad'll let me
sleep on it tonight?
Hey, we better get
going. Let's go, Robbie.
Yeah, I think
maybe I'll sleep on it.
I'll fill the canteens, and
you get the sleeping bags.
Maybe we should take Dad's .22.
Hey, you guys, I'm gonna
sleep on the raft tonight.
Well, I got my hunting knife.
Robbie, we're all gonna
have adventures tonight.
Mike?
Oh, but don't forget the camera.
Yeah, we can take some
real neat wild animal shots.
Well, I don't even want
to go to Gunman's Gulch!
'Cause I get to sleep
on my raft tonight!
(Tramp whines)
Night, Dad.
Oh, you're all set, huh?
Well, good night, Chipper.
(chuckles) You got your
flashlight and everything, huh?
Wish I could've gone
with Mike and Robbie.
Oh, you're gonna have as much fun
as they are, sleeping out on that raft.
Some adventure...
My own backyard.
It's not a backyard; it's
an island, remember?
You think I ought to
take my water pistol?
Oh, you betcha... you don't
want to go out there without that.
Cal Mitchell, take cover.
I'm really gonna
get you tonight.
Pinochle night, huh? Yeah.
Well, looks like our
fearless adventurer
is about ready to hit the sack.
I'll give him about
ten minutes out there.
(laughing): Me, too.
Bub, you're a glutton
for punishment,
fighting those kids all day
and then going out for
a pinochle fight at night.
Eh, it's different
when you fight adults.
Relaxing.
Say, Steve, let me have
your house key, will ya?
You lost yours again?
No, I haven't lost mine again.
I just can't find it... again.
Thanks. And don't
bother to lock up...
I've got everything all
battened down. Okay.
And don't wait up for
me. Good night, Bub.
Good night. Pin his ears back.
Yep.
What's the trouble, Chip?
The flashlight doesn't work.
Oh.
There. Just have
to shake it a little.
Well, you don't have
to keep shaking it.
Here. Better save your battery.
(Tramp whines)
Come on, Tramp.
(door closing)
What's the trouble now?
Kind of dark out there.
Oh, but you've
got your flashlight.
I know, but there's noises.
What kind of noises?
I don't know.
Well, come on, I'll...
I'll get you started.
Hey, Dad, the flashlight
won't go on again.
Well, try shaking it.
There she goes.
Come on, Tramp.
Oh, you've got a
nice night for it, Chip.
Getting late...
It's nice and calm.
You ought to sleep like a rock.
Come on in, Dad.
Hey, you got it all
fixed up inside, huh?
Yep.
Well... huh, this is all right.
Very cozy.
Here, let me help you.
Think we ought to
leave the flashlight on?
No, no, you might as
well turn it off, Chip.
The moon will be up pretty soon.
There.
Here, Tramp!
You think there's room
for all three of us in here?
Come on, Tramp,
lie down. Attaboy.
I'll stay out with you
for a while, Chip, huh?
Let me get this blanket, Chip.
There. Lie down, boy.
That's the stuff.
I wonder what Mike
and Robbie are doing.
Well, they're probably
in their tent already,
sound asleep.
You better...
you better go to
sleep, too, Chip.
It's, uh...
(laughs) I left my watch inside,
but I know it's
past your bedtime.
Lie down now, Tramp, come on.
Down boy... that's a good boy.
There.
I'll just stay out here
with you for a while, huh?
(wind blowing)
(rattling)
What was that?
Oh, the wind's coming up now,
just blowing in the trees.
(loud thud)
What was that?!
Sounded like the back door
slamming shut, didn't it?
Oh, my gosh.
What's the matter?
We're locked out; I
gave Bub my house key.
You mean, you can't
get in the house?
Well, we can when
Bub gets back, Chip.
(whines) Go to sleep.
Nothing to worry
about. No problem.
No problem.
Bub's in good form tonight.
(Tramp whines)
It's awfully dark.
(board creaks, wind whistling)
Nothing to worry about, Chip.
No matter what I
said this morning,
it's still our own backyard.
Close your eyes.
Go to sleep, hmm?
It's different at night.
Yeah.
And Bub will be
along pretty soon.
(boards banging)
(board creaking)
It's just the wind, Chip.
Bub will be home
pretty soon... I hope.
(whines)
Settle down, Tramp, come on.
(wind whistling)
(wood creaking)
(whispering): Dad! Hey, Dad!
What, what?!
What's the matter?
What's that noise?
Oh, it's nothing, son.
It's just the wind
banging something, Chip.
I must have fallen asleep.
I'm scared.
It's nothing, Chip. Nothing.
Almost as if I was... I've
been asleep for hours.
Gee, I wonder what time it is.
Lie down, Tramp.
Hmm.
(wind whistling)
(cat yowls) Dad!
What, what, what?!
Let's go in the house.
(Tramp barking)
Yeah. Yeah, that's
a good idea, Chip.
Where's the flashlight?
(growling)
Oh, there it is.
I guess that's good.
Come on, Chip.
We'll go wake up
Bub, have him let us in.
It sure is windy.
Yeah.
I hope we can wake Bub up.
House could fall on his
head and he wouldn't know it.
(rattles doorknob)
Hey, Bub! Bub!
Chip, don't wake the neighbors.
Bub?!
Bub?! He doesn't
sleep, he hibernates.
Bub?
Maybe he's still
playing pinochle.
This late? Must be
4:00 in the morning.
Kitchen light's still on.
I guess you're right, Chip.
He would have turned
it out if he were home.
Well, it can't be more than
a couple of hours till daylight.
We better try to get some sleep.
I know he'll be home to fix
our breakfast this morning.
Come on, Tramp!
Staying up all night
playing pinochle.
Grown man, too.
(deep thudding)
There's that noise again.
(thudding continues)
What is it, Dad?
Oh, it's just a loose
board or something, Chip.
Now come on. Go to sleep.
(thudding continues)
Sounds like a drum.
Yeah, it does
kind of, doesn't it?
Now let's get some
shut-eye. Go to sleep.
Jeepers, I... It's all right.
It's a storm, but
it's a long way off.
Listen for the thunder.
(thunder rumbling)
You see? It's a long way off.
(creaking)
Tramp, be quiet, hmm?
(growls)
Something's on the roof.
No, it's just the
boards creaking, Chip.
You know how new houses settle.
(crunching sound)
It's walking around.
Maybe it's a wild animal.
There's nothing up there, Chip.
Now go to sleep, hmm?
(growling)
Tramp, stop that.
See? Tramp hears it, too.
(growling) Oh,
it's... It's an animal.
It's probably just old
Oliver, Miss Pitt's cat.
He couldn't hurt anybody.
Come on.
(growling)
(cat snarls)
All right, I'll go out
and take a look.
Hmm, sounds like
he took off, huh?
Lie down.
Let's try it again, hmm?
(creaking)
(snarling)
(Tramp barking)
You see there?
Just a couple of cats fighting.
There's a logical
explanation for everything.
Now lie down. Let's go.
All right, good night.
(thunder crashing)
Boy, if I ever get
back in the house,
I'm never coming out again.
If you heard these
sounds during the day,
you wouldn't even
think anything about 'em.
You were right.
This backyard is the
scariest place I've ever been.
I didn't mean there
was anything out here
that you should be afraid of.
What could come into this yard
that... would hurt you?
I don't know.
That's what makes it so scary.
Nothing to be afraid of.
(rain falling)
It's raining.
Oh, boy, this is all we need.
Better get my feet in.
I hope you fellows put
a good roof on here.
You didn't.
(raindrops hitting helmet)
Come on, you've got
to move out of here.
(eerie screeching)
Did you hear that?
Yeah, I heard it, Chip.
What's the logical explanation?
Well, I'm sure there is,
and I don't know quite
what it is right now.
(screeching continues)
That's no cat.
No, it doesn't sound
like a cat, Chip.
(thunder crashes)
(gasping softly)
What's the matter?
Hold on, Chip. Now, stop that.
You're just imagining things.
There's nothing out there.
(screeching continues)
(screeching continues)
There is something out there.
Did you see it?
Yeah, I saw it.
What is it?
(screeching continues)
I don't know, Chip.
It's nothing to be
afraid of, though.
Just be quiet.
(screeching continues)
(screeching continues)
(screeching continues)
Chip, get back.
Who's there?!
(screeching continues)
(Chip screams)
Bub!
What is tarnation are
you doing out here?
The back door slammed
shut, and we got locked out.
You got my key.
We almost broke the house
down trying to wake you up.
Are you kidding?
I just got home.
Just got home at
4:00 in the morning?
What are you talking
about, 4:00 in the morning?
It's 20 minutes past 10:00.
20 minutes past 10:00?
We've been out here
practically all night.
Well, you don't have
to take my word for it.
You mean we've only been
out here a little over an hour?
Oh, Tramp!
Tramp, what's the matter?
See, Chip?
There's a logical
explanation for everything.
A dumb old mop.
Sure sound like a bunch
of cannibal war drums.
Yeah.
Come on, Tramp.
You know, Chip, I bet you've
had more adventure right here
in your own backyard
than Mike and Robbie
are having in Gunman's Gulch.
Kind of scary though.
BUB: Chip!
Okay!
Hey, we still haven't
found the invisible ghost
that was screaming yet.
I thought you were the
fellow that was telling me
you didn't have any imagination.
Well, I was talking
about daytime.
I have too darn much
nighttime imagination.
Well, daytime or
nighttime, Chip,
don't ever lose it...
because it's the greatest
thing you can ever have.
(screeching)
There's that ghost again.
Yeah.
Hey, your daytime
imagination's getting a lot better.
You know that?
Hey, it's the weathervane!
Mm-hmm. Could use
a little oil, couldn't it?
Yes, sir, Chip, if
you've got imagination
there's no limit as to
how high or how far
or in what direction you can go.
BUB: Yeah?
Well, how about following me
in the direction of the kitchen?
Hey, Bub, you pretend
you're a big ugly gorilla,
and I'll pretend I'm
an elephant hunter.
I got a better idea than that.
I'll pretend I'm Bub, and
you pretend you're Chip
and I'll wash and you dry.
Aw, that's no fun.
We're supposed to
use our imagination.
All right, then you
pretend you're Bub,
and I'll pretend I'm Chip,
and you wash and I'll dry.
(mimicking gunshots)
Well, Captain, this river
is infested with crocodiles.