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Jack program starring Jack Benny, with Mary Livingston, Phil Harris, Rochester Dentistry, and yours truly, Don Wilson. Night as Halloween, and in Beverly Hills, as in communities all over the country, the little goblins have already started through the neighborhood playing trick or treat. Well, this is the last house in the block. Before we go to the next street, I think we ought to put all the stuff we got in one big bag. You go first, Bobby. I'm joy. Bobby and me change masks. Well, it doesn't make any difference. Well, let's all empty our pockets and see what we got. I'll go first. I got a piece of fudge, a stick of gum, and two lollipops. I got an apple, some popcorn, two cookies, and a chocolate bar. I got some lemon jobs, a peppermint stick, and a donut. I got a Tootsie Roll, a package of... ...a package of lifesavers, and a can of strong hearts. Hmm, dog food, huh? All right, let's get over to the next street and knock on some more doors. Yeah, let's go. Yeah, let's go. Hey, Bobby, there's that new kid that moved into the neighborhood. Oh, yeah. Hey, Bo- Mr. Jack Benny. Hiya, Mr. Benny. Hello, Butch. You can be very proud that you've met Mr. Benny. I can? Why? You've just shaken the hand that knocked out Gene Tunney. Oh, that you kids have a tendency to exaggerate. It wasn't the seventh round. That's what it was. And tell Butch what Mr. Benny went to England this year. Yeah, Mr. Benny was the most decorated athlete in the United States Olympic team. And the same afternoon, he won the 100-meter dash, the pole vault, the discus throw... ...back to the Palladium to be in time for his evening performance. There's metals on, but Mr. Benny doesn't want anybody to know it. He can wear his big pants and his coat so his muscles won't show. And he's in the movies too. He made a picture called... Come on, fellas, let's go. Halloween will be over before we know it. Now, let's go ring some more doorbells. Okay. Hey, kids, this is the street where Mary Livingston lives. Mary Livingston? Isn't that the girl you said was nuts about you? Yeah, yeah. I'm going over and call on her. Listen, I'll see you back here in a few minutes. Okay. See, I hope Mary's made it out tonight so she'll open the door herself. Boy, will this mask fool her. Or treat. Mary, it's me. It's Mr. Benny. He pulled his toupee down over his face and got two eyes in it. See, Mary, you mind if I come in and sit down for a few minutes? I'm worn out. Worn out? Why are you so tired? I don't know. I guess I haven't gotten over the Olympics, you know? What? I mean I walked over from the Olympic Boulevard. Let me get into that chair. Say, Jack, I received an advance copy of the Saturday Evening Post. There's a big article in it about you. Yes? Let me see it. Here you are. Oh, yeah. See, look at that picture of me. See, I look pretty good, don't I? A lot of color in my face. Put on your glasses. That's an ad for Campbell's tomato soup. You were looking at a tomato. Thank heaven. I thought I had a stem growing out of my head. There's your picture on the other side. Oh, yeah. And there are my riders around the swimming pool. What are you laughing at? They look like four gophers coming up for air. I can't understand it. I pay them enough to get their teeth straightened. Gosh, my feet hurt. Mary, do you mind if I slip off my shoes? No, go right ahead. Okay. That feels better. You know, Mary, we've walked all over the neighborhood. Jack, I know that's a nice bunch of kids who belong to the Beavers Club, but you're too old for them. But Mary, it's good for kids to have a hero, you know, an idol, someone they can worship. I know, but what kind of an excuse are you going to give them Wednesday when they find out you weren't elected president? That's what worries me. The kids won't believe it, you know. They'll demand a recount. Oh, well, I'll think of something, you know. Mr. Benny! Oh, the Beavers are calling me. I got to go. All right, then. I'm glad you stopped by. Yeah, good night, Mary. Good night. Mr. Benny, you have to go away so soon. Don't worry, Pauline. He'll be back. Well, how do you know? He forgot his shoes. Here. Thanks. Some more doorbells. Yeah, and let's hurry. I got to be home by 10 o'clock. Butch, but you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Now, what kind of language is that for a beaver? Told me, old lady. Told me, old lady. Did you hear that? I... But you must have heard it. There was an echo when I said, oh, no. Now, I'm not going to say that again. Say what? I didn't even say it then. What's the matter with me, anyway? Oh, well, come on, kids. Come on. Let's play some more trick or treat. Hey, Joey. I'm new here. What goes with this jerk? Hey. Hey, old jerk. He's just tired from the Olympics. Come on. Come on, beaver. Don't lag back. Let's go. We walked about three miles since we left Mary's house. Hey, Mr. Banne, isn't this the house where Dennis Day lives? Yeah. Hey, let me go up alone. I want to scare Dennis's mother. You kids wait here. I think I'll look in the front window first to see if Mrs. Day is home. Good. It's open, too. Oh, Dennis! Ronald Coleman. Now, go sit down and finish your dinner. Okay. Say, Mother, why are you carrying that baseball bat? In case some fathead comes to the door to play trick or treat. Dennis, what happened to all the mustard that was in this jar? Oh, I used it to play a Halloween trick. A Halloween trick with mustard? Yeah, I smid it all over your new nightgown. What? You smeared mustard on my new nightgown? Not so loud. You're not supposed to find out till you go to bed. Oh, for heaven's sake. Oh, Mother, what are you mad about? I was a good sport last Halloween when I found my suit tied in knots in a dead mouse in my pocket. Oh, that's horrible. Who played a stupid trick like that on you? I did. Every day, they're getting babies mixed up in the hospital. But I had to get the right one to rehearse your song for the program. Yes, Mother. Sheltering palms of my honey. Hey, kids. Hey, kids, here's a friend of mine coming down the street. You hide in the bushes, and I'll put on my mask and scare him. Okay. Oh, boy, when he sees his mask, he'll jump out of his skin. Mr. Kitzel, what are you doing out on the street? Don't you know this is Halloween? Yes, I know. This is the night when hobgoblins and spooks and monsters and witches are roaming the streets. Well, then what are you doing out? I'm looking for my wife. Here's the movies, and we got separated by the crowd. Oh, the movies? Now, what pictures do you see? Johnny Balinches. No. No, Mr. Kitzel. Mr. Kitzel, that's Johnny Balinda. Oh. And wasn't Jane Wyman wonderful in that picture? She played such an unusual part, though she was dumb and she couldn't speak a single word. Oh, to have a wife like that. I've talked a lot, huh? Oh. What did she talk about? Who listens? The night, especially, that she gets home early so she can straighten up the house. Some kids tipped it over. Tipped over your house? Yeah. It must be awfully small. Small? In the morning, if you get out of the right side of the bed, you're in the kitchen. If you get out on the left side of the bed, you're in the bathroom. And if you get out of the front of the bed, you're on the sunset boat. You have got a small house. Yeah. Well, goodbye, Mr. Benny. Goodbye, Mr. Kitzel. It was nice meeting you again. Likewise. I'm convinced. Beavers, where are you? Here we are, Mr. Benny. When you were talking to that man, we rang some more doorbells. Yeah. We're dividing up the stuff we got. We dumped it out on the side wall. We got a lollipop, a stick of gum, a penny, a bottle of coconut tootsie roll. I'll take the lollipop. Now it's between you and me, Mr. Benny. Which do you want? The stick of gum or the penny? I guess I'll take the stick of gum. Okay. Get your foot off the penny. Oh, I'm sorry. Say, kids, look at why we're in this neighborhood. Let's go over to Phil Harris' house. Okay. Now, boys, this is Mr. Harris' house. Now look, you kids go up to the door, and I'll hide here behind these bushes. Okay. No, fellas, this has been an awful tame Halloween. Yeah, let's have some fun. Let's tip over Mr. Harris' trash can. Okay. Here it goes. Halloween. Uh-huh. Trick or treat. Huh? Well, which would you kids rather have? We'd rather have the tree. Okay. Here goes. Oh, won't you come with me to Alabama? There will be five-year-old babies. She's crying, aches, and froiling. Well, that's what I like about the South Hyatt, Jackson. With these boys, or are you working solo? And we're having a lot of fun playing trick or treat. Well, I bet you can't wait till Easter when the fuzzy-wuzzy bunny rabbit hides it in a bit. Yeah. Now, Phil, you just don't know how to enjoy yourself. Maybe you're right. Come on in, Jackson. Hey, come on in, kids. Okay. Come on, Beaver. Come on. Phil, is Alice home? No, Alice took the children to a Halloween party and I had to stay home with her money. Well, if you ever need a sitter, call me up. All right, Jackson. I've been sitting here looking through my old picture album, you know, when I was a kid. Can we see them, Mr. Harris? Sure. Hey, look, there's a picture of me in school when I was in the first grade. See it? Gee, what a cute bunch of little kids. But the teacher looks kind of familiar. That ain't the teacher. That's me. Oh, yeah, you were kind of slow in school, weren't you, Phil? Yeah, the teachers didn't seem to like me either. They were always picking on me. Did they make you stand in the corner? Listen, Junior, I stood in the corner so much I was the only kid in class with a triangular forehead. Triangular forehead? Gee, how'd you get rid of it? He massaged it till the point went to the top. This picture here, that's Remly, isn't it? Yeah, that's Frankie. That picture was taken 18 years ago. The day he got out of school. Oh, on graduation day. Why isn't he wearing a cap and gown? Look, Jackson, the school Remly went to. You didn't graduate. You just had to be able to get over the wall. Incidentally, he never would have made it if I wasn't there to give him a boost. Well, I think you're just... Oh, excuse me a minute, Jackson. Hello, this is the residence of Phil Harris and Alice Fayette. Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I didn't know it was you or I'd have given you a top billing. No, I'm not alone. Jackson dropped in with a bunch of kids, so I brought out my album we got to talking about old times. You know, effervescing. That's reminiscing. I know, honey, one of the kids just told me. What did you call me for, baby? Oh, okay, I'll be right over and get you. Well, we've got to run along. Okay, Jackson, see you tomorrow. So long, kids. Bye. This is a nice guy, but I wish his wife, Alice Fayette, was home. Yeah, she's beautiful. He certainly is. He's got the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Oh, yeah? Come over here under the streetlight. Now, come on, kids, we've got about five more houses. Now, now, look at where we go next. Halloween trick. Wow. Hey, Elvis, let's go tip over Don Wilson. No. Let's go over to Mr. Wilson's house anyway. Okay. Don, it's getting late. All right, kids, here's Don Wilson's house. Gee, it's dark inside, but the door is open. Look, I better go in alone. Okay. Wait here. Don. Don. Jack ran here, me and the sportsman. Oh, well, Don, what are you doing in this big house with all the lights out? We're telling ghost stories. Jack, we have a wonderful Halloween song we want to do. Yeah? Yeah, there are a few places where you join in, and there's one place where we want you to do a weird, crazy laugh. A weird, crazy laugh? All right, let's start. We have to wait about 10 seconds yet. Why? We can't start till 9.26 full of a witch time. Oh. All right, but look at what we've only got about. Ready, everybody? It's on a hill, full of spooks, but we will frighten them away. Take off my toupee. The other goblins who know where the war breezes blow, the back alleys grow. LSMFT, that's a smoke for me. So you take a tip from a ghost, use tobacco they talk. You think I'm jealous? Before you get frightened, you better start lying, and we're sure you'll agree, and say luck is for me. They are first again with tobacco men. Niveing here soon, and go haunting for Fee Boo. There's a commercial on the program sometime. No, and I would scare all the people. Well, I better go. The beavers are waiting for me. So long, Don. So long. Imagine putting a mousetrap in a fruit bowl. People eat as fruit. Why doesn't he keep it locked up like I do? I better give the beaver a call. Gee, that's the beaver's distressing. I better hurry. Coming, fellas! It's nothing serious. Well, there they are behind that famous TV. That's nothing to cry over. What's so bad about tearing a hole in your pants? I was carrying a... 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