 The Craft Foods Company, makers of craft oil that wonderful salad and cooking oil presents Willard Waterman as the great Gildersleeves. It was brought to you transcribed by the Craft Foods Company. Have you ever tried popping corn in craft oil? Believe me, it's the easy way to fix delicious popcorn. To prove it, the craft folks will give you a free package of popcorn when you buy craft oil. Wrapped around every bottle of craft oil is a handy package of jolly time popcorn enough to make three quarts of the fluffiest, tenderest popcorn you've ever eaten. Get your free package of popcorn tomorrow when you buy craft oil. Folks were majoring, and there are folks who think they can folks who live 40 miles away. They just want to see them when they want to see them. Now Mr. Gildersleeves likes his niece and her husband right next door. Of course it gets confusing sometimes, like when the mailman leaves mail in the wrong box. Has the mailman come, Bertie? Yes, Mr. Gildersleeves. I just heard him drop something in the box. Well, I'll take a look. I had to stack the letters this morning. Yes, it's getting close to the first of the month. The mail's going to be heavy for a few days. Yeah. Might as well start at the top, I guess. I'm an executive, Bertie. At the water department, I open all the letters at once and then read them. Yes, and then run for your checkbook. Ha ha ha! Now let's see what this is about. Dear fellow consumer, this is to inform you that we find it necessary to increase our rate. Who's increasing their rates? That folks, that's the water department. Oh, my secretary didn't have to send me one of these. He filed it in the incinerator, Bertie. Yes, yes. Yeah, better run through these in a hurry. Now let's see. Dear sir, we have your letter of the 20th and are pleased to hear that you contemplated an early trip to Center City. Well, that's not... Wait a minute. I'm not planning any trip to Center City. No, sir. What else does it say? The disposition of this property is so urgent. We advise you to come at once, prepared to make a down payment. What is this? I don't know, but it sounds like a good deal. Oh, didn't look at the heading, Bertie. This letter's addressed to Bronco. Well, that letter should have gone next door. I'll take it over to Miss Marjorie right now. Yeah, wait a minute, Bertie. Wait a minute. I wonder why they didn't tell me they're thinking of moving. Oh, they wouldn't move without saying something to you. That letter's probably about something else. Of course, I don't want to pry into things. On the other hand, I have a right to know if my niece plans to leave town. Yes, sir. Hey, what's going on? You know, they'll be right. What's going on? Mr. Gillis, please read Mr. Bronco's mail. Yeah? Well, by George, this doesn't look right to me. The reason his mail doesn't look right to me, either. Oh, my boy, you know how close our two families are. This is a big decision they're making. They always come to me for advice. If they don't, you give it to them anyway. Well, oh, this is different. Now I understand. What do you understand? I didn't mean to peek at the rest of the letter, but I'm glad I did. Bronco's buying property for a client. At least you know. Ah, get it! All right, Bertie. Morning, Bertie. What, Mr. Bronco? I'd like to speak to Mr. Gillisleave. Yes, sir. Come right in. Oh, fetch the letter. I will not. I'm open and aboveboard. You're wide open. Oh, Mr. Gillisleave, Leroy. Hi. Yeah, come in, Bronco, my boy. How's the little family across the way? Everybody's fine, thank you. I thought I'd find you at home since your car is parked right in front of my driveway. Oh, you want to get out to him? Well, I could drive through the back of the garage into the alley. Oh, Bronco. But the noise of splintering lumber might wake the twins. Yeah, Bronco, you have a great sense of humor. He has to. Yeah, this is can day, you know, so I put our cans out in the curb to be picked up and I didn't want to park my car in front of the can. Oh, man, why pick up your car? Oh, rightly right. You aren't upset, are you, Bronco? Oh, no. I don't mind if they have a little trouble picking up my cans. I hadn't thought of that. I'll go move my car. And while we're on the subject, Mr. Gillisleave, didn't you wake me up this morning pouring some of your cans into my can box? Well, your box wasn't full. Mine was overflowing. I suppose I should have taken your box out to the street. Oh, that's all right. That's all right. It was a little heavy, but Marge and I managed it. Sorry, Bronco. Well, that's all I had to say. Just an ably call. Oh, wait a minute, Bronco. You got a letter here. A half? Oh, yes. It came this morning. Oh, it's been opened. Yes, I want to talk to you about that. About how it happens to be open? No, about what it says inside. Please... Please do. Then I won't have to read it. Oh, brother, this is going to be brutal. Of course, I opened it by mistake, Bronco. Oh? And I was halfway through it before I realized it wasn't for me. Oh. For a minute, I thought you and Marge were buying property in Center City. It's for a client of mine, Mr. Gillisleave. Oh, yes, I know now. I almost forgot you're in the real estate business. Of course, I knew you wouldn't move Marge and the twins without consulting me. Well, I'm in the hurry if I may have my letter. Oh, yes, indeed. Excuse me. Here you are. I'll be on my way. Here, one minute, Bronco, and I'll move my car. Never mind. I'll just drive to the garage. See, Bronco must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. Who are you this morning? Well, I thought I'd join you in a cup of coffee. Then I doubt if there's room in that cup for a book already. Oh, what I mean. I believe I will have a cup a week ago. Missed my coffee at home this morning. Missed P.B. Yale? No, just in a new humor. What's that? Missed P.B. and I went down to return our new parrot, but we didn't get away with it. What do you mean? The man said he wouldn't take it back because it's been used. A used parrot? Seems there isn't much of a market for used parrots. P.B., that's ridiculous. Not the way the man explained it. If a parrot spends time in a house, it could pick up expressions that a new owner might not care for. I see. To be perfectly frank with you, our parrot could be a good deal more respectful to Missed P.B. than it is. As a parrot, it could be banned in Boston. Oh, it can't be that bad. How's everything in your house, Mr. Gillisley? Everything's going to be all right, I guess. I understand Banco's going out into town on business. Yeah, I read the letter about it. Came to my house and I opened it by mistake. Bronco was a little upset about it. I guess he was. Say, it'd be a nice gesture if I invited Marjorie to stay over at my house while Bronco's away. He'll appreciate that. I think so. Sure. I'll tell him I'm going to pack up Marjorie and the twins and move them back home. Well, I wouldn't put it that way if I were you. What do you mean? Bronco, I think you're being pushy. Oh, Bronco knows I'd never think of interfering in his personal affair. No, no, I wouldn't say that. It's nice to have you back home, even if it's only for a couple of days. Well, thank you, Anki. It's nice to enjoy Birdie's cooking again. Thank you, ma'am. Anybody like another half of this kid? I would. Okay, Leroy. Anybody else? Not me, thanks. No, thanks, Birdie. But I'll take three. Leroy. Just complimenting Birdie's cooking. Thank you, starboarder. That's okay. Leroy, you find as many excuses for eating as Bronco. Yeah, he was here in Kidney Company. I'm sorry Bronco got away before I had a chance to see him. Well, he didn't decide to go until he got a letter today. Oh, I know about that. Anki, what if Bronco should phone me tonight? He does know I'm over here. Well, do you think he will, my dear? I remember when Mr. Bronco was calling there every 30 minutes. Well, that was before they were married. Now he's probably glad to get out of town. Oh, Leroy. Anki, I'm beginning to worry about nobody being in the house. Hey, why don't I go over there and spend the night? I can take my pup tent and camp right in the middle of the floor. Pup tent? No kidding. Maybe I can get credit for it from the Boy Scouts. Really, Anki? I don't know if I should have come. Now, don't tell me you go wake up them twins and pack them back home tonight. Well? No, my dream. If you're going to worry, I can go over there myself and listen for the phone. Won't you? Sure. I'll get Pee-Pee to come over and keep me company. Wonderful. If Bronco phoned and nobody was there, he'd wonder what happened to him. I can answer a phone. Of course, the Boy Scouts don't give you any credit for that. All right, Leroy. I can see myself now. Crawling out of my pup tent in the middle of the night, groping for the telephone with no light, but the embers from my little campfire on the carpet. It's very comfortable here in Bronco's house. And if he should phone, I'll be on the job. He's really blustery out tonight. Maybe that's why Pee-Pee's so late. It's going to be a good night to sleep. Hope Bronco's bed's comfortable. He's coming! Come in, Pee-Pee. Just wondering about you. Sorry, I was delayed, but my income tax man came by the pharmacy and I had to spend a little time with him. Oh? And spend a little money with Uncle Sam. Do you have to translate that business after hours? Uncle Sam will do business with you anytime that you want to pay him. Yeah, let me take you things, Pee-Pee. A little rough-out, isn't it? Yeah, I would have gone home, but Mrs. Pee-Pee's spending the evening with Winston Churchill. Winston Churchill? She's reading his latest book. And when she's reading, she doesn't pay much attention to me. Yeah, I see. Shall we play a game of pinnacle? But I'm just thinking on the way over, Mr. Gilmour, if it suits you, we might look like television. They're showing a movie I haven't seen in 20 years. Yeah, let's turn it to what channel? John Ford. Yeah, there we are. Nice set. Yes, but Broncos had a little trouble with the reception, he tells me. Well, weather conditions could have something to do with it. Hmm. All we're getting is snow. Yeah, they can open a window and see there. By George, I'm going to make a few adjustments on this set. You think you should, Mr. Gilmour? Why not? Take it with mine all the time. That's what I'm saying. One of those, too, doesn't look like it's putting out much. I'll take it out and check it. Don't you think you should turn off the set first? Oh, yeah, good idea. Now I'll take out the tube. Zeke, it's hot. Well, that must have been working. Yeah, I can't hold it. Yeah, that takes care of television. I guess it's pinnacle. Yeah, I know. I found some baked ham in the refrigerator. Made a few sandwiches. So we can eat while we play. Yeah, well, not a deal of the kind. And I'll deal with the sandwich. That's a nice place, Bronco, hand him. Yes, indeed. He'll be surprised if he phones to talk to Marjorie and finds me here. Mm-hmm. Yeah, I'm glad to come over, though. You hear that, Mr. Gilmour? Sounds like somebody on the phone. I wonder who could be at this hour of the night? Why, honey? I'm home. Bronco. Oh, Marge. Mr. Peavey. Hello, Bronco. Bronco, what are you doing here? I might ask you the same thing. We're a Marge and the twins. Where's my family? I sent them over to my house. Oh? I thought I'd take charge over here. I see. What happened, my boy? Why aren't you in Center City? The road's closed. I had to come back. Oh, it's too bad. Would you care for a snack? I'm glad you and Mr. Gilmour are enjoying it. But I'm afraid I'll have to interrupt your little game now. Well, I should be on my way. Oh, Peavey doesn't have to hurry, does he, Bronco? Mr. Gilmour, it's late, and I have to go over and get Marge and the twins. Oh, I wouldn't do that. You wouldn't? Well, as you say, it's late. The twins and Marjorie are sound asleep, and you know how Marjorie hates to be disturbed. All right, all right. I'm a little tired and put out anyway. I'll just look at the late news and television and go to bed. What am I stepping on? That's your television tube. My television tube? Yeah, I was going to sweep it up when it cooled off. I took out the tube to check it and dropped it. Peavey wanted to see a late movie. I didn't want to see a headband. Oh, well, I'll see the newspaper in the morning. I think I'll turn it off. Oh, well, I'll see the newspaper in the morning. Oh, well, I'll see the newspaper in the morning. Oh, well, I'll see the newspaper in the morning. I'll see the newspaper in the morning. I think I'll turn in. Wait a minute, Bronco. I'll get my things out of your room. 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Well, when Mr. Bronco was called out of town on business, Mr. Guilty had Ms. Marjorie and the twins stay over here while he took care of things at their house. Birdie heard somebody drive up late last night and couldn't wait to ask, Mr. Guilty, what happened? Bronco came back home unexpectedly, Birdie. He did? Ain't that nice? Well, he seemed to be upset because I was there and his family wasn't. Yes, sir. Why didn't he come over here? Well, it was so late, we both agreed we wouldn't disturb Marjorie and the twins. Oh, I think you should have told Ms. Marjorie he's here. Well, I'm going to do that first thing, Birdie. I don't want any more misunderstandings. No, sir. Somehow, Bronco always has the impression I'm trying to run things for him. I wonder how he got that. This is not a laughing matter, Birdie. Oh, no. Hi. What, Leroy? Hello, my boy. What is no laughing matter? Leroy, sit down and eat your prunes. I know they aren't a laughing matter. What is? Young man, this is something that concerns just Bronco and me. You mean Bronco is no laughing matter? Good morning, Ms. Marjorie. I better go get breakfast. Hi. Hello, my dear. Who's hiding what? Nobody's hiding a thing. Marjorie? Marjorie, I want to talk to you about Bronco. He's a little upset with me. Oh, don't be silly, auntie. We're both very fond of you. Hey, it's Bronco on the phone. Bronco, is he calling from Center City? He's calling from your house. From our house? Yes, indeed. I was about to... Marcy, did you know he's home? Well, he came home while Mr. Peabody and I were playing pinocchio. You mean you sat there playing pinocchio and didn't tell me my husband was home? Well, it was late. And I didn't think he should disturb you and the children. Not disturb me? Oh, so now you've taken it upon yourself to tell Bronco he can't see me. But I... That's why I wanted you to be over there so you could tell me if he called. I was going to. When? Sometime today? Or wait until tomorrow? Marjorie, don't you get upset with me the way Bronco is? Ah! But this is the last... I'd like some hot black coffee first and then some breakfast. Stay away from home a little fast this morning, didn't you? I'll say. I made the mistake of not running through the snow last night to tell Marjorie that Bronco was back. Yeah, a long time ago. I decided to tell Mrs. Peabody everything she was likely to find out. I guess that keeps you out of trouble. No, but it helps. Come to think of it, I don't know why I should be on the defensive. I had nothing but the best intentions toward the kids. Man, sometimes you don't get much credit for good intentions. Yeah, you're exactly right, Peabody. It's easy to see that I'm not appreciated. I've done a lot for those kids. Yes, you've even overdone it. You bet. What would they do if I moved away from them? Dance in the street. No, Peabody. I remember how I felt when that letter came and I thought they were leaving me. I might just move to another state. That'd show them. Oh, you wouldn't move out of the state. Well, what would the next water commissioner do? Well, he... I might move as far as Center City and commute. You're going to a lot of trouble, aren't you? Just to prove they can get along without you? No, don't fool yourself. Marjorie and Bronco are very fond of me. And they'd come around in a minute if I dropped the hint that I might move at least to the other side of the town. Well, you're getting closer to home. Welcome back to Summerfield, Mr. Yogi P. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. You know what they say. You never miss the water until the well runs dry. Yeah, but a lot of old wells have been abandoned. George, I'm going to get the little family back together. They say the best defense is a good offense. They're both angry at me. You know, I'll get the jump on them and go over and pretend I'm angry at them. It's a sneaky trick to make them think I'm going to move. But I have to teach them a lesson. Hello, Auntie. Marjorie, I want you to hear what I have to say. What do you have to say? Goodbye. Goodbye? Are you going out of town? Well, I thought about that. But I decided to settle for the outskirts. What are you talking about? I'm just about fed up with the way things are going around here. Leroy and I are moving. Oh? Is that all you have to say? Oh? Come in, Anki. Well, I don't have much time, but thank you. Isn't this a sudden decision? It's the only decision. I don't have to tell you why I've made it. It's obvious that we aren't getting along. Well, we have our little flare-ups. I'll say. But we've had the last one. I'll sell the house and Leroy and I'll take a little cottage at the edge of town. Or we won't be in your way. Well, Anki, if we've hurt you... No, no, don't think I'm hurt. I've got to hide like an elephant. You sound so serious. I am serious. If Raku doesn't want to say goodbye, that's up to him. Oh, for heaven's sake, Anki. Of course, if he does want to come over and say goodbye. I'll be home all afternoon. Oh, I'm sure he'll want to see you the minute he gets here. So I completely turned the tables on him, Bernie. He might as well couldn't stand the thought of me moving away. Oh, Mr. Gilsey, they couldn't get you out of this house with a dairy. Oh, don't fool yourself. I can be pushed too far. Yes, sir. You just wait. Bronco will be over here trying to talk me out of going. Well, is somebody on the porch now? I knew it. He's coming over to beg me to stay. You better let him in. I can't keep a straight face. Yeah, all right. Hello, Mr. Gilsey. Hello, Bronco. I suppose you want to come in. Well, when I got home and talked to Marjorie, I thought I'd come over and see what this is all about. No, Bronco, there's no reason to reproach yourself. I've just decided it'll be best for everybody concerned if I move away. Oh, hello, Bernie. Hello, Mr. Bronco. Bronco, did you hear me? I thought I was moving away. Marge told me. She did, huh? I just came over to see if you were joking. No, no, no. I'm not joking. Well, Mr. Gildersley, perhaps I haven't been as cooperative at times as I could be. I've got him. But this time I want to do everything I can. I think I can find a buyer for your house right away. Zeke! In fact, I'm so anxious to cooperate in this matter, I'll do it without a commission. But Bronco! And I think I've got just the cottage for you on the outskirts of town. Way out. No, Bronco. Just a minute. Why don't I run back home and get my list of prospects? We'll have you out of here in no time. You, wait a minute, Bronco! What? Confound it if that's the way you feel I won't go. You won't? Hey, Marge! Yes, Bronco? Well, is she waiting out there? I got Mr. Gildersley to admit he wouldn't move. You did? Wonderful, Auntie. What? I've been tricked. But I like it. Yes! Great Gildersley will be with us again in just 30 seconds. 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