Petticoat Junction (1963–1970): Season 2, Episode 1 - Betty Jo's Dog - full transcript
It's the first day of school, and Kate, on the most part, is having trouble getting her daughters motivated to go, and when they finally do, are more concerned about other aspects of the experience than academics. But Kate has a larger problem when Betty Jo brings home something from school: a dog. When all the family dogs were collected at the dog waiting area at the end of the school day by their respective student owners, there was one dog left over, a small mutt, that just followed Betty Jo home. Kate refuses to let Betty Jo keep the dog, despite it being cute and well trained. It's the well trained aspect that makes Kate realize that he must belong to someone. Try as she may, Kate is unable to get the dog to leave and stay away, the dog to who Betty Jo in particular is getting attached. Kate decides to let the dog stay until the owner claims him or until the dog starts to cause problems for the family. Despite being well trained, the dog does end up causing problems, largely because he has a mind of his own. Can he either redeem himself or will Kate have a change of heart?
Hi. I'm Linda Kaye Henning.
And I'm Pat Woodell.
You know, Pat, we've
been picked up again
for a second season.
(chuckles): That's right.
First for the
television series... Yes.
And then for the DVDs.
That's right.
You know, for the opening
show of our second season,
Petticoat Junction got a new
permanent cast member...
A charming four-legger
named Higgins.
Oh, he was an
adorable little dog.
And you may well recognize him
for his later role as Benji.
Yes, that's our pup.
Higgins was adopted from
a Burbank animal shelter
by famous animal
trainer Frank Inn.
We always just called
him "Dog" on the series.
He was incredibly smart,
and first appeared on an
episode of The Beverly Hillbillies.
Here he's making his TV debut
in an episode called
"Betty Jo's Dog."
Oh, what a sweetie.
He was a star. Yes.
(train whistle blows)
♪ Come ride the little train ♪
♪ That is rollin' down the
tracks to the Junction ♪
(bell clanging)
♪ Forget about your cares ♪
♪ It is time to relax
at the Junction ♪
(whistle blows twice)
♪ Lots of curves, you bet ♪
♪ And even more when you get ♪
♪ To the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
(snare drum plays train rhythm)
♪ There's a little hotel called
the Shady Rest at the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
♪ It is run by Kate, come and
be her guest at the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
♪ And that's Uncle Joe,
he's a-movin' kinda slow ♪
♪ At the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction! ♪
(train whistle blows)
(steam engine chugging)
Five, four, three,
two, one... blast off!
(train whistle blows twice)
(clanging)
7:00!
Billie Jo, Bobbie Jo,
Betty Jo, first day of school!
Time to get up!
(clanging)
(steam engine chugging)
(railroad crossing
bell clanging)
(clanging)
What's the matter,
Kate, is the hotel on fire?
No, Uncle Joe, it's
the first day of school.
Well, what did you
wake me up for?
I've already graduated.
(chuckles)
Billie Jo! Billie Jo!
I'm up, Mom.
Well, get a move on.
You gotta get dressed
and eat breakfast
before the Cannonball gets here.
Mm, I was having the
most beautiful dream.
There was this boy and I...
Put a bookmark in your pillow,
and you can finish it tonight.
Now get movin'.
And don't go back to bed!
Betty Jo!
Betty Jo, are you up?
Yes, ma'am?
Well, hurry and get dressed.
You're going to
be late for school.
Oh, gee, Mom, I
don't feel so good.
Oh, anything serious?
It might be.
My goodness, well,
maybe we should have
Doc Stuart take a look at you.
I think so, too.
Fine. You go see
him this afternoon
when school's out.
Now, no more nonsense.
Get dressed!
Well, I tried.
Bobbie Jo!
Bobbie Jo, you'd better hur...
But you're all ready.
Uh-huh. I've been
up for an hour.
Did you know that this
was the first day of school?
Well, sure. I've been
looking forward to it
for over a month now. (sighs)
You know, I wish your
sisters were more like you,
or you were more like them,
so I could concentrate
on one type of worry.
Morning, Ma. Morning, child.
(train whistle blows twice)
Billie, Betty, second
warning, get hustling!
Come on! (clanging)
Billie Jo, breakfast's
on the table.
Did you ever have old
Miss Hawkes in English?
Old Miss Hawkes?
Well, she's almost 35.
Wish I could say the same.
Billie Jo!
Good morning.
Billie Jo, what are
you dressed for?
Secretarial school.
Oh, they're having
a party the first day?
No.
Now, you turn right around
and get into something suitable.
And take off that eye goop
and those droopy eyelashes.
But, Mother, this is
what a secretary wears.
To keep the boss's
mind off the fact
that she doesn't know shorthand?
Now skedaddle.
Oh, Mother!
I don't know if I'm
doing the right thing
sending her out into
the business world.
I don't think they're
ready for her.
(bell clanging)
(train brakes screeching)
(train whistle blows twice)
Train's here.
Come on, girls.
Come on, come on, come on.
Well? You look a
lot more sensible.
Okay. Bye, Mom. Bye, dear.
Bye. Bye-bye.
Bye, Mom. Bye, honey.
Bye, Uncle Joe. Bye.
Oh, thank you.
Bye!
Just a second.
This term, do you suppose
you could concentrate a little
more on cooking and sewing
and less on
batting and fielding?
Bye. Bye, honey.
Bye.
Bye.
(sighs)
Come on, Billie Jo!
Betty Jo!
Whoo!
Well, summer's over.
From now on, it's
gonna be mighty lonely
around here all day.
I wouldn't mind a
little peace and quiet.
Give a man a chance to think.
About what?
About how lonely it's going
to be around here all day.
(both laugh)
Another school term,
another set of problems.
Wonder what
they'll be this year.
(school bell ringing)
I told you to stop following me.
Go back.
Hi, Floyd, Charley.
Who's your friend?
He followed me from school.
Don't he know who he belongs to?
I guess not. You
know, they ain't
getting as smart a group of dogs
waiting outside the
school as they used to.
Go back to school. (whines)
Somebody's probably
looking for you.
Let's get going.
(barking)
(train whistle blows twice)
(engine hissing and chugging)
(barking)
So long, pooch.
Sure is a cute little rascal.
Yeah. Wish I could
take him home.
(barking)
(train whistle blows twice)
So, Charley stopped the
train, and we picked him up.
Mm-hmm.
Kate, I was just out
back... (growling)
It's all right, boy.
That's Uncle Joe.
Where'd that mangy
mutt come from?
(growling)
Easy, boy.
He followed Betty
Jo home from school.
Mom, I was wondering if...
The answer is no.
But you didn't even know
what I was gonna ask you.
Oh, yes, I do.
You can't keep the dog.
One thing we don't
need around this hotel
is some flea-bitten hound
eating us out of house and home.
(dog whining)
BETTY JO: He's
only a little thing.
He won't eat very much.
(barks)
'Course he'd promise
anything just to get to stay here.
(whining)
BETTY JO: He's real smart.
I found out he can
do all kinds of tricks.
Roll over.
Ha! Any dog can do that.
I'd like to see him
walk on his hind legs.
Mom, look at that.
Oh, Betty Jo, I admit
he's smart and he's cute,
but you can't keep him.
He goes back on the
first run of the Cannonball.
Why?
Because wearing a
collar and doing tricks...
Obviously, he
belongs to somebody.
Then why did he follow me?
Well, first day of
school, kids rushing out.
More than likely,
he got confused.
Yeah, getting confused
is probably what he does best.
(barking)
He ain't got no sense
of humor, either.
Mom, please.
I'm sorry, Betty Jo, but
you got to take him back
to the high school on the
first run of the Cannonball.
Probably one of
your school chums
is running all over
looking for him.
Wouldn't it be easier if
we kept him overnight,
and I took him to school
with me tomorrow morning?
The next run.
Your ma is right.
If we feed him and
keep him overnight,
we'll never be able
to part with him.
Uncle Joe should know.
That's how we got him.
(steam engine chugging)
(brakes squealing)
Good-bye, Charley, Floyd.
Come on, boy.
I've got to take
you back to school
so your owner can find you.
Somebody's probably
looking all over for you.
(barking)
Now, you be a good
boy and stay here.
(sighs)
Well, I've got to be going.
(whines)
Oh, don't look at me like that.
Mom won't let me keep you.
Here.
Gnaw on this.
It'll keep you busy
until you're called for.
So long.
He didn't follow you, huh?
No.
Sure was cute.
I've seen a lot of
dogs that was cuter.
Well, I ain't. He
was about the... No.
No, he wasn't very cute.
That's all right.
He probably does
belong to somebody.
And I might just as
well forget about him.
Let's go.
(train whistle blows twice)
(bell clanging, whistle blowing)
(engine chugging, bell clanging)
But Kate, we didn't know
he'd snuck back into the coach.
Half the time, you
don't look back
to see if the coach
is coupled on.
That ain't true.
Half the time, we do.
Well, you'll just have to
take him back with you.
You mean, leave him in
front of the school all night?
Oh, Mom!
Well, first thing
tomorrow morning, then.
Why don't we keep him here,
and I'll put a notice on
the school bulletin board?
Betty Jo, it's obvious
that you're too soft-hearted
to take him back.
It's a job that's got to be done
by the only one in this family
with enough backbone
not to be swayed
by an appealing face
and a wagging tail.
I'd like to, Kate, but I'm
gonna be busy tomorrow.
I mean, me.
(whining)
What are you sitting down for?
We've only covered five farms.
We got six or seven more to go.
(whining)
Somebody'll claim you.
Come on.
(whimpers)
What's the matter?
(whimpering)
Oh!
Your feet are killing you.
Well, mine are killing
me, too, but I'm...
Oh... Come on.
No, I didn't find out
who he belonged to.
Or who'd claim a
dog you gotta carry.
You carried him?
I had to, he was limping so bad.
(yelping)
Isn't that pitiful?
Mom, you brought him back!
Here, boy!
(barking)
Oh, that little rascal.
He was acting!
You call that acting?
It's just as good as the
lumbago performance
you put on when
there's work to be done.
Well, what are we
going to name him?
There's no sense in naming him.
He's going back the minute
anybody answers the ad
I put in Sam's paper.
We know.
How 'bout calling him Spike?
Here, Spike.
(barks)
Oh, I like Prince. Here,
Prince. Here, Prince.
(barks) I think
we should call him
something
intellectual, like Byron.
Come here, Byron. Come here.
(barks)
He'll answer to anything.
Here, Stupid!
(growls)
I know! Why don't
we call him Henry?
He looks like Billie's
boyfriend, Henry Brewster.
Well, they both have the
same soft, brown eyes.
And their hair comes down
over their collars the same way.
They're not a bit alike.
No, Henry's got a
lot more wolf in him.
Mom!
Gee, Mom, thanks
for letting me keep him.
Yes, but just don't
get too attached to him.
Anybody claims him, I
don't want you making a fuss.
I promise.
And you got to take
care of him from now on...
Water him and feed him.
I will, and he can
sleep in my room.
He sleeps in the kitchen by
the stove, like a dog should.
Yes, ma'am.
KATE: And if he
causes any trouble
at all, claimed or
unclaimed, out he goes.
(whistle blowing)
Billie Jo, school!
BILLIE JO: I'm up, Mom!
Betty Jo?
Bobbie Jo!
BOBBIE JO: Up and dressed, Mom!
(barking)
Betty Jo?
Betty Jo?
(barking)
That dog was supposed
to sleep in the kitchen.
He was lonely.
From now on, he
sleeps in the kitchen.
(humming to self)
(barking)
(screams)
(clattering crash)
KATE: Betty Jo!
What's the matter, Mom?
I tripped over your dog.
He was sleeping
right in the doorway.
Well, you-you said he
should sleep in the kitchen.
I meant at night.
Oh.
Did you hear what Mom said?
(barking)
From now on, just sleep
in the kitchen at night.
Any special place you want
him to sleep during the day?
Anyplace at all, as
long as it's... outside!
(barking)
Betty Jo! Betty Jo!
(growls)
What's the matter?
That hound's
sleeping in my chair.
Well, Mom said he could
sleep anywhere outside.
Not in my chair, he can't.
I'm sorry. Get down.
Down, boy.
It won't happen again.
Well, see that it don't.
Miserable critter.
Thinks he can sit in
anybody's chair he wants to.
Knucklehead forgot
his knucklebone.
Here, bury it.
(barks)
(dirt pattering)
Stop that!
Stop that!
Scoot! Scoot!
Look at what your dog just did.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Somebody's gonna have
to do that wash over again,
and it isn't going to be me.
I'll be glad to do it.
I figured you would.
BETTY JO: Mom?
Now what?
Mom, look what
that darned dog did!
He made me spill a
whole bowlful of eggs.
Left that greasy
bone on my chair.
He got dirt all over
my clean wash.
And ruined my party dress.
And that's a pretty
good record for one dog
in one day.
Well, he hasn't done
anything to Billie Jo.
Uh, Billie Jo, did you miss me
while I was away this summer?
A little.
Oh?
HENRY: Uh, how
was secretarial school?
Oh, it was a lot of fun.
Good. (chuckles)
Uh, Pa's been talking about
me, uh, working in the store.
(barks)
Someday I might own it.
Get down, Prince.
(barks)
(mutters)
Uh, well, anyway, uh, I was...
Get down, Rex.
Uh, uh, go away, Spike.
You know, if I
worked in the store,
I-I could be making
pretty near, uh...
It's hard to say, you know.
With commission and all.
(growls) Well, anyway, it's...
Let go! Billie Jo!
Control your dog!
(growls)
Let go, uh...
Uh... Billie Jo, call
your dog, or-or-or...
Mom! Mom!
Mom, the dog's got
a hold of Henry's arm,
and he won't let go!
I'll get him.
You'll stay right here.
This is the first time that Henry
ever sat in that swing with Billie Jo
that I've been able to do my
bookkeeping with perfect peace of mind.
Always look forward to your visits
about this time of year, Mr. Pierson.
Well, thanks, Mrs. Bradley.
Oh, I told four of my salesmen
to meet me here to go over
our new sales campaign.
Will you be able to put them
up for, uh, oh, three or four days?
Oh, sure!
Uh, hold it, Kate.
We're a little full
up this time of year.
Well, I'd, uh...
I'd appreciate anything
you could do, Mr. Carson.
Well, seeing you're one
of our regular customers,
I'll see what I can do for you.
Uh, let's have a look
at the reservations.
Oh, sure, Uncle Joe.
Here, it's right back here.
Now, let's see, uh...
Four and six, uh...
we can shift them into three.
And five's checking out.
I think we can take care of you.
Thanks very much, Mr. Carson.
Here, uh, n-number
five, the top of the stairs.
Thanks.
Uncle Joe, why do you pull
this same stale routine on
Mr. Pierson year after year?
He might not want to stay
if he thought we were
starving for business.
Well, aren't we?
All right, in the kitchen.
Good night.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(sustained barking)
What's going on in h...?
(barking continues)
Wait, wait, leave...
leave him alone!
Wait, don't go...
do-do... Oh, no!
(squealing)
Here's some shaving lotion
Charley and Floyd
gave me for Christmas.
Last good-smelling
stuff I could find.
No, thanks, Uncle Joe.
I don't think that would be
much of an improvement.
I'll never get to
use this stuff up.
Well, I've got number five
scrubbed up to where it's livable.
(sniffing)
He's almost bearable.
Now get a rope and tie him up
until Floyd and Charley get here.
They'll take him
back to Hooterville.
But if you don't... We
made an agreement.
If he caused any trouble,
he was to go back,
and I don't think
there's any argument
about him causing trouble.
Not only made a
lot of extra work,
but he lost us one of
our best customers,
not to mention
them four salesmen
that was supposed to stay here.
I'm sorry, boy.
Well, you...
You got to admit,
it's for the best.
I read the ad, and it sounded
just like one of our dogs.
Well, uh, take a
look out back, Willie.
He's tied up there.
Well?
It ain't him.
Yippee!
(shrieking)
Thank you, Willie.
Come on, boy,
we'll take you home.
Are you sure you ain't
made a mistake, Willie?
Yeah, I'm positive.
But are you sure?
Yeah, he was really
one of our'n dogs.
Well, I'm a man that
holds to my agreements.
Give him the dollar, Floyd.
But... Give him the dollar.
Look, I can't take no money.
But we made a deal. If
you was to tell Betty Jo...
Oh, he wasn't really our dog.
Just a couple months ago, he
came, wandered into our place.
Never did get along with
any of the other hounds.
One thing for sure, Willie,
he's got a good home.
Yeah, but you know,
there's one thing
I ought've told Miss
Bradley about that dog.
He just loves to chase skunks.
(barking) Come on, Fuzzy.
Come on, Rover.
Come on, Rex.
What do you say, Mom?
Well, don't rush me...
This is a big decision.
Okay, you can keep him.
Thanks, Mom.
Providing he lives up to
all the rules and regulations.
From now on, no more
sleeping in the kitchen.
He sleeps in your room.
JOE: But he stays off my rocker.
If he wants one, he can
use one of the guest rockers.
And no more
chaperoning my boyfriends.
Except the ones I tell him to.
And he learns to
keep off my dresses.
Unless he wipes his paws first.
Well?
Well, boy, it's up to you.
You can see they don't like you.
You know, Kate...
sometimes I think you're
too strict with these girls.
♪ Petticoat Junction. ♪
This has been a
Filmways Presentation.
And I'm Pat Woodell.
You know, Pat, we've
been picked up again
for a second season.
(chuckles): That's right.
First for the
television series... Yes.
And then for the DVDs.
That's right.
You know, for the opening
show of our second season,
Petticoat Junction got a new
permanent cast member...
A charming four-legger
named Higgins.
Oh, he was an
adorable little dog.
And you may well recognize him
for his later role as Benji.
Yes, that's our pup.
Higgins was adopted from
a Burbank animal shelter
by famous animal
trainer Frank Inn.
We always just called
him "Dog" on the series.
He was incredibly smart,
and first appeared on an
episode of The Beverly Hillbillies.
Here he's making his TV debut
in an episode called
"Betty Jo's Dog."
Oh, what a sweetie.
He was a star. Yes.
(train whistle blows)
♪ Come ride the little train ♪
♪ That is rollin' down the
tracks to the Junction ♪
(bell clanging)
♪ Forget about your cares ♪
♪ It is time to relax
at the Junction ♪
(whistle blows twice)
♪ Lots of curves, you bet ♪
♪ And even more when you get ♪
♪ To the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
(snare drum plays train rhythm)
♪ There's a little hotel called
the Shady Rest at the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
♪ It is run by Kate, come and
be her guest at the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
♪ And that's Uncle Joe,
he's a-movin' kinda slow ♪
♪ At the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction! ♪
(train whistle blows)
(steam engine chugging)
Five, four, three,
two, one... blast off!
(train whistle blows twice)
(clanging)
7:00!
Billie Jo, Bobbie Jo,
Betty Jo, first day of school!
Time to get up!
(clanging)
(steam engine chugging)
(railroad crossing
bell clanging)
(clanging)
What's the matter,
Kate, is the hotel on fire?
No, Uncle Joe, it's
the first day of school.
Well, what did you
wake me up for?
I've already graduated.
(chuckles)
Billie Jo! Billie Jo!
I'm up, Mom.
Well, get a move on.
You gotta get dressed
and eat breakfast
before the Cannonball gets here.
Mm, I was having the
most beautiful dream.
There was this boy and I...
Put a bookmark in your pillow,
and you can finish it tonight.
Now get movin'.
And don't go back to bed!
Betty Jo!
Betty Jo, are you up?
Yes, ma'am?
Well, hurry and get dressed.
You're going to
be late for school.
Oh, gee, Mom, I
don't feel so good.
Oh, anything serious?
It might be.
My goodness, well,
maybe we should have
Doc Stuart take a look at you.
I think so, too.
Fine. You go see
him this afternoon
when school's out.
Now, no more nonsense.
Get dressed!
Well, I tried.
Bobbie Jo!
Bobbie Jo, you'd better hur...
But you're all ready.
Uh-huh. I've been
up for an hour.
Did you know that this
was the first day of school?
Well, sure. I've been
looking forward to it
for over a month now. (sighs)
You know, I wish your
sisters were more like you,
or you were more like them,
so I could concentrate
on one type of worry.
Morning, Ma. Morning, child.
(train whistle blows twice)
Billie, Betty, second
warning, get hustling!
Come on! (clanging)
Billie Jo, breakfast's
on the table.
Did you ever have old
Miss Hawkes in English?
Old Miss Hawkes?
Well, she's almost 35.
Wish I could say the same.
Billie Jo!
Good morning.
Billie Jo, what are
you dressed for?
Secretarial school.
Oh, they're having
a party the first day?
No.
Now, you turn right around
and get into something suitable.
And take off that eye goop
and those droopy eyelashes.
But, Mother, this is
what a secretary wears.
To keep the boss's
mind off the fact
that she doesn't know shorthand?
Now skedaddle.
Oh, Mother!
I don't know if I'm
doing the right thing
sending her out into
the business world.
I don't think they're
ready for her.
(bell clanging)
(train brakes screeching)
(train whistle blows twice)
Train's here.
Come on, girls.
Come on, come on, come on.
Well? You look a
lot more sensible.
Okay. Bye, Mom. Bye, dear.
Bye. Bye-bye.
Bye, Mom. Bye, honey.
Bye, Uncle Joe. Bye.
Oh, thank you.
Bye!
Just a second.
This term, do you suppose
you could concentrate a little
more on cooking and sewing
and less on
batting and fielding?
Bye. Bye, honey.
Bye.
Bye.
(sighs)
Come on, Billie Jo!
Betty Jo!
Whoo!
Well, summer's over.
From now on, it's
gonna be mighty lonely
around here all day.
I wouldn't mind a
little peace and quiet.
Give a man a chance to think.
About what?
About how lonely it's going
to be around here all day.
(both laugh)
Another school term,
another set of problems.
Wonder what
they'll be this year.
(school bell ringing)
I told you to stop following me.
Go back.
Hi, Floyd, Charley.
Who's your friend?
He followed me from school.
Don't he know who he belongs to?
I guess not. You
know, they ain't
getting as smart a group of dogs
waiting outside the
school as they used to.
Go back to school. (whines)
Somebody's probably
looking for you.
Let's get going.
(barking)
(train whistle blows twice)
(engine hissing and chugging)
(barking)
So long, pooch.
Sure is a cute little rascal.
Yeah. Wish I could
take him home.
(barking)
(train whistle blows twice)
So, Charley stopped the
train, and we picked him up.
Mm-hmm.
Kate, I was just out
back... (growling)
It's all right, boy.
That's Uncle Joe.
Where'd that mangy
mutt come from?
(growling)
Easy, boy.
He followed Betty
Jo home from school.
Mom, I was wondering if...
The answer is no.
But you didn't even know
what I was gonna ask you.
Oh, yes, I do.
You can't keep the dog.
One thing we don't
need around this hotel
is some flea-bitten hound
eating us out of house and home.
(dog whining)
BETTY JO: He's
only a little thing.
He won't eat very much.
(barks)
'Course he'd promise
anything just to get to stay here.
(whining)
BETTY JO: He's real smart.
I found out he can
do all kinds of tricks.
Roll over.
Ha! Any dog can do that.
I'd like to see him
walk on his hind legs.
Mom, look at that.
Oh, Betty Jo, I admit
he's smart and he's cute,
but you can't keep him.
He goes back on the
first run of the Cannonball.
Why?
Because wearing a
collar and doing tricks...
Obviously, he
belongs to somebody.
Then why did he follow me?
Well, first day of
school, kids rushing out.
More than likely,
he got confused.
Yeah, getting confused
is probably what he does best.
(barking)
He ain't got no sense
of humor, either.
Mom, please.
I'm sorry, Betty Jo, but
you got to take him back
to the high school on the
first run of the Cannonball.
Probably one of
your school chums
is running all over
looking for him.
Wouldn't it be easier if
we kept him overnight,
and I took him to school
with me tomorrow morning?
The next run.
Your ma is right.
If we feed him and
keep him overnight,
we'll never be able
to part with him.
Uncle Joe should know.
That's how we got him.
(steam engine chugging)
(brakes squealing)
Good-bye, Charley, Floyd.
Come on, boy.
I've got to take
you back to school
so your owner can find you.
Somebody's probably
looking all over for you.
(barking)
Now, you be a good
boy and stay here.
(sighs)
Well, I've got to be going.
(whines)
Oh, don't look at me like that.
Mom won't let me keep you.
Here.
Gnaw on this.
It'll keep you busy
until you're called for.
So long.
He didn't follow you, huh?
No.
Sure was cute.
I've seen a lot of
dogs that was cuter.
Well, I ain't. He
was about the... No.
No, he wasn't very cute.
That's all right.
He probably does
belong to somebody.
And I might just as
well forget about him.
Let's go.
(train whistle blows twice)
(bell clanging, whistle blowing)
(engine chugging, bell clanging)
But Kate, we didn't know
he'd snuck back into the coach.
Half the time, you
don't look back
to see if the coach
is coupled on.
That ain't true.
Half the time, we do.
Well, you'll just have to
take him back with you.
You mean, leave him in
front of the school all night?
Oh, Mom!
Well, first thing
tomorrow morning, then.
Why don't we keep him here,
and I'll put a notice on
the school bulletin board?
Betty Jo, it's obvious
that you're too soft-hearted
to take him back.
It's a job that's got to be done
by the only one in this family
with enough backbone
not to be swayed
by an appealing face
and a wagging tail.
I'd like to, Kate, but I'm
gonna be busy tomorrow.
I mean, me.
(whining)
What are you sitting down for?
We've only covered five farms.
We got six or seven more to go.
(whining)
Somebody'll claim you.
Come on.
(whimpers)
What's the matter?
(whimpering)
Oh!
Your feet are killing you.
Well, mine are killing
me, too, but I'm...
Oh... Come on.
No, I didn't find out
who he belonged to.
Or who'd claim a
dog you gotta carry.
You carried him?
I had to, he was limping so bad.
(yelping)
Isn't that pitiful?
Mom, you brought him back!
Here, boy!
(barking)
Oh, that little rascal.
He was acting!
You call that acting?
It's just as good as the
lumbago performance
you put on when
there's work to be done.
Well, what are we
going to name him?
There's no sense in naming him.
He's going back the minute
anybody answers the ad
I put in Sam's paper.
We know.
How 'bout calling him Spike?
Here, Spike.
(barks)
Oh, I like Prince. Here,
Prince. Here, Prince.
(barks) I think
we should call him
something
intellectual, like Byron.
Come here, Byron. Come here.
(barks)
He'll answer to anything.
Here, Stupid!
(growls)
I know! Why don't
we call him Henry?
He looks like Billie's
boyfriend, Henry Brewster.
Well, they both have the
same soft, brown eyes.
And their hair comes down
over their collars the same way.
They're not a bit alike.
No, Henry's got a
lot more wolf in him.
Mom!
Gee, Mom, thanks
for letting me keep him.
Yes, but just don't
get too attached to him.
Anybody claims him, I
don't want you making a fuss.
I promise.
And you got to take
care of him from now on...
Water him and feed him.
I will, and he can
sleep in my room.
He sleeps in the kitchen by
the stove, like a dog should.
Yes, ma'am.
KATE: And if he
causes any trouble
at all, claimed or
unclaimed, out he goes.
(whistle blowing)
Billie Jo, school!
BILLIE JO: I'm up, Mom!
Betty Jo?
Bobbie Jo!
BOBBIE JO: Up and dressed, Mom!
(barking)
Betty Jo?
Betty Jo?
(barking)
That dog was supposed
to sleep in the kitchen.
He was lonely.
From now on, he
sleeps in the kitchen.
(humming to self)
(barking)
(screams)
(clattering crash)
KATE: Betty Jo!
What's the matter, Mom?
I tripped over your dog.
He was sleeping
right in the doorway.
Well, you-you said he
should sleep in the kitchen.
I meant at night.
Oh.
Did you hear what Mom said?
(barking)
From now on, just sleep
in the kitchen at night.
Any special place you want
him to sleep during the day?
Anyplace at all, as
long as it's... outside!
(barking)
Betty Jo! Betty Jo!
(growls)
What's the matter?
That hound's
sleeping in my chair.
Well, Mom said he could
sleep anywhere outside.
Not in my chair, he can't.
I'm sorry. Get down.
Down, boy.
It won't happen again.
Well, see that it don't.
Miserable critter.
Thinks he can sit in
anybody's chair he wants to.
Knucklehead forgot
his knucklebone.
Here, bury it.
(barks)
(dirt pattering)
Stop that!
Stop that!
Scoot! Scoot!
Look at what your dog just did.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Somebody's gonna have
to do that wash over again,
and it isn't going to be me.
I'll be glad to do it.
I figured you would.
BETTY JO: Mom?
Now what?
Mom, look what
that darned dog did!
He made me spill a
whole bowlful of eggs.
Left that greasy
bone on my chair.
He got dirt all over
my clean wash.
And ruined my party dress.
And that's a pretty
good record for one dog
in one day.
Well, he hasn't done
anything to Billie Jo.
Uh, Billie Jo, did you miss me
while I was away this summer?
A little.
Oh?
HENRY: Uh, how
was secretarial school?
Oh, it was a lot of fun.
Good. (chuckles)
Uh, Pa's been talking about
me, uh, working in the store.
(barks)
Someday I might own it.
Get down, Prince.
(barks)
(mutters)
Uh, well, anyway, uh, I was...
Get down, Rex.
Uh, uh, go away, Spike.
You know, if I
worked in the store,
I-I could be making
pretty near, uh...
It's hard to say, you know.
With commission and all.
(growls) Well, anyway, it's...
Let go! Billie Jo!
Control your dog!
(growls)
Let go, uh...
Uh... Billie Jo, call
your dog, or-or-or...
Mom! Mom!
Mom, the dog's got
a hold of Henry's arm,
and he won't let go!
I'll get him.
You'll stay right here.
This is the first time that Henry
ever sat in that swing with Billie Jo
that I've been able to do my
bookkeeping with perfect peace of mind.
Always look forward to your visits
about this time of year, Mr. Pierson.
Well, thanks, Mrs. Bradley.
Oh, I told four of my salesmen
to meet me here to go over
our new sales campaign.
Will you be able to put them
up for, uh, oh, three or four days?
Oh, sure!
Uh, hold it, Kate.
We're a little full
up this time of year.
Well, I'd, uh...
I'd appreciate anything
you could do, Mr. Carson.
Well, seeing you're one
of our regular customers,
I'll see what I can do for you.
Uh, let's have a look
at the reservations.
Oh, sure, Uncle Joe.
Here, it's right back here.
Now, let's see, uh...
Four and six, uh...
we can shift them into three.
And five's checking out.
I think we can take care of you.
Thanks very much, Mr. Carson.
Here, uh, n-number
five, the top of the stairs.
Thanks.
Uncle Joe, why do you pull
this same stale routine on
Mr. Pierson year after year?
He might not want to stay
if he thought we were
starving for business.
Well, aren't we?
All right, in the kitchen.
Good night.
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(sustained barking)
What's going on in h...?
(barking continues)
Wait, wait, leave...
leave him alone!
Wait, don't go...
do-do... Oh, no!
(squealing)
Here's some shaving lotion
Charley and Floyd
gave me for Christmas.
Last good-smelling
stuff I could find.
No, thanks, Uncle Joe.
I don't think that would be
much of an improvement.
I'll never get to
use this stuff up.
Well, I've got number five
scrubbed up to where it's livable.
(sniffing)
He's almost bearable.
Now get a rope and tie him up
until Floyd and Charley get here.
They'll take him
back to Hooterville.
But if you don't... We
made an agreement.
If he caused any trouble,
he was to go back,
and I don't think
there's any argument
about him causing trouble.
Not only made a
lot of extra work,
but he lost us one of
our best customers,
not to mention
them four salesmen
that was supposed to stay here.
I'm sorry, boy.
Well, you...
You got to admit,
it's for the best.
I read the ad, and it sounded
just like one of our dogs.
Well, uh, take a
look out back, Willie.
He's tied up there.
Well?
It ain't him.
Yippee!
(shrieking)
Thank you, Willie.
Come on, boy,
we'll take you home.
Are you sure you ain't
made a mistake, Willie?
Yeah, I'm positive.
But are you sure?
Yeah, he was really
one of our'n dogs.
Well, I'm a man that
holds to my agreements.
Give him the dollar, Floyd.
But... Give him the dollar.
Look, I can't take no money.
But we made a deal. If
you was to tell Betty Jo...
Oh, he wasn't really our dog.
Just a couple months ago, he
came, wandered into our place.
Never did get along with
any of the other hounds.
One thing for sure, Willie,
he's got a good home.
Yeah, but you know,
there's one thing
I ought've told Miss
Bradley about that dog.
He just loves to chase skunks.
(barking) Come on, Fuzzy.
Come on, Rover.
Come on, Rex.
What do you say, Mom?
Well, don't rush me...
This is a big decision.
Okay, you can keep him.
Thanks, Mom.
Providing he lives up to
all the rules and regulations.
From now on, no more
sleeping in the kitchen.
He sleeps in your room.
JOE: But he stays off my rocker.
If he wants one, he can
use one of the guest rockers.
And no more
chaperoning my boyfriends.
Except the ones I tell him to.
And he learns to
keep off my dresses.
Unless he wipes his paws first.
Well?
Well, boy, it's up to you.
You can see they don't like you.
You know, Kate...
sometimes I think you're
too strict with these girls.
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