 Hello there. This is the family doctor. Drug company? Oh, hello, Ms. Adams. No, the doctor ain't here. No, I ain't seen him all morning. Yes, sure thing you know. I'll tell him to call you the minute he comes in. Yes. All right. Oh, that's okey-dokey. Yeah, goodbye. Now, let me see. One gal a glycerin. Two gals a wood alkie. Two gals a regular alkie. Yes, that's all I need this week from the wholesale. Yes? Oh, hello, Doc Adams. Hello, Pete. Let me sit down and rest a minute, will you? Sure thing you know, Doc. Hep yourself. The stools is all vacant. A little too early for the young ladies from the high school to drop in for their daily double Sundays. Yes. Hey, what's the matter, Doc? You look all plum-tuckered out. I am, Pete. Walked all the way from Jim Lunsberg's garage this morning. You did? Well, I'll be plowed for a furrow. What fur? Well, I'm having some work done on my car, and I won't be able to get it till this evening. Oh, I see. You know, Doc, I've been thinking. No. Yes. And I've been thinking you should ought to be getting a new automobile pretty soon. That's what you've been thinking, is it? Yes, I have. The trouble, Doc, ain't taken no offense at the suggestion, are you? Oh, no, Pete, that's all right. That's one thing about you. If anybody in Cedarsen ever wants any free advice, they can certainly get it at May's Drug Store. Yes, I guess you're right. Well, do you know why I've been thinking you should ought to buy yourself a new automobile? No. I'd certainly be interested in finding out. Well, this is the reason. The folks at Cedarsen and all the surrounding territory, you might say, all of them depend on you for medical attention. And if anything ever happened to you in that old wreck you got now, why, something awful might take place. Somebody might die while you're getting to them. Mm-hmm. You, uh, you don't seem to be very interested. I'm not, Pete. Not the least bit. Oh, I see. That car of mine has stood up for five years and there's still a lot of good mileage in it yet. Well, maybe. I take care of my car just like I advise my patients to take care of the human system. Careful attention, careful driving, no excessive speed. Watch the ravels and squeaks and take care of them before they get worse. That's all there is to it. Well, you know, Doc, it all has appeared to me that there was a heap of difference between automobile and the human system. Pete, you're incorrigible. Huh? Who, me? Oh, now, Doc, I wouldn't say that. Say, a plum for gum. What's the matter? I don't know whether it's important or not, but I'm not here for you, my to-go. She did, well, gosh, to Friday, why didn't you tell me? Golly's Doc, I forgot. Forgot? Pete May, you're the forgetting this man in Zederton. Let me use your phone. Sure, Doc. Go ahead. This is Dr. Adams, Alice. Ring my house for me, will you please? Hey. Hello, honey? This is Grant. What? Bulls saying, now, that's too bad. Well, of course, I'll go right... Wait a minute, I forgot I haven't got my car. If you want me to drive you, Doc. Wait, Pete. When do you hear about it, Lou? I see. Well, all right then. Mr. May said he'd drive me up there. All right, honey. Thank you. Goodbye. Oh, what is it, Doc? Somebody sick, bad? It's Griff Miller. I told him two weeks ago to watch the kind of work he did around his place. He's fallen off the roof of his boat house. And Mrs. Adams says it's Mrs. Maynard. Phone that one of the twins is up there, Oh, well, never mind. Let's get on our way. Griff needs help badly. Sure thing you know, Doc. Wait a second. I'll get my apron off and my coat on. Gosh, that's too bad. Poor old Griff. Lucky thing Pete could drive me up in his car. Come on, Pete. What are you doing? All set, Doc. All set. Well, let's go. Did Mrs. Adams say what was wrong with Griff? No. He just said that one of the Maynard twins said he'd fallen and he had to be helped into the house. He should not have to do that kind of work now that he's got that minor hit. Yeah, that's what I told him. And he just wouldn't pay any attention to me. He said that, hey, hey, what's wrong with his car? Gollies don't know, Doc. He was all right this morning. Well, come on. Let's get out and find out. Hmm. Can't figure out what's the trouble. Of course you can't. Take the hood off. Oh, yeah, sure. Gollies, I plumb forgot. There ain't any hinge pins in that hood. Well, now let me see. There might be the timer. Wonder if all the spark plugs is OK. Hand me that screwdriver under the front seat, Doc. Yeah, here you are. Yeah. That one's Jim Dandy. Now, let me see. And that's OK. You would have an all-metal screwdriver. Well, I guess these plugs are all right. Now it might be the carburetor. Maybe I better take it apart. Oh, gosh, still Friday, Pete. How long will that take? Maybe I should ought to try some other things first. Yes, please do. Well, let me try starting her again, Doc. Maybe she'll go by now. She does this every once in a while. All right, well, please hurry, Pete. Don't forget, old Griff Miller's lying up there in his cabin. There she is, Doc. Hop in. Oh, wait a sec, Doc. Put the hood back on. Oh, father, the hood. Let's get going. OK, Doc, just as you say, Doc. Yes, it's just like you say, Doc. Griff Miller shouldn't ought to keep on doing such heavy work. Huh. What say, Doc? I said, huh. Oh, yeah. I just wondered how much he got out of that gold mine of his. I haven't a slightest idea. Thanks for making this thing go any faster, Pete. Nope, going uphill now. This is all he'll make. How about 18? Of course I would have to make a trip like this. A way up to the lake. On the very day I put my car in the garage. Yes, Doc, that's life for you. Not for me. What say? I said, oh, never mind. Oh, oh, there she goes again, I reckon. Oh, gosh, stop fighting. Well, I might as well take another look. Not a lot of good. That's going to do. I'll sit right here. All right, Doc. I'll ever fix up again in a jiffy. Oh, golly. What's the matter now? I left the screwdriver back in the road, Yonder. Oh, well, I'll give you one of my good scalpels. There. See what damage you can do with that? Not as much as you can, I'll bet you, Doc. Oh. Well, why don't you turn off the ignition? That's it, Doc. But this wire here, see, it's all uncovered. Insulations wore off. And I ain't got any tape. Here, here's some adhesive tape. Oh, thanks, Doc. I don't know what I'd do without you on this trip. No, but I know what I'll do because of you on this trip. What, Doc? Contract a violent case of nervous prostration. Just think, poor old griff up there suffering on death bed, perhaps. There she is, Doc. Let's try her again. Fiddle, fiddle. Well, here we go. I got it. What say, Doc? Never mind. Just drive. This is the limit, Dolly. I'm sorry, Doc, but there's just nothing I can do about it. Pete May, this is the sixth time this... this threshing machine of yours has stopped. Now, what I want to know is, do you... Oh, never mind. What can we do now? Well, I'll tell you. Down at the bottom of the next hill is Miller's Lake. If we could take a look at it, I'll tell you what's going on. I'll tell you what's going on. Down at the bottom of the next hill is Miller's Lake. If we could push the buggy to the top of the hill, she'd roll clear down to Griff's Boathouse. All right. All right. Anything to get going. And it might help if you take the break off. Huh? Oh, yeah, sure thing. All right, Doc. Closer, are we... to the top of the hill? I don't know. It's not hardly no break. Oh, Griff isn't any worse. Here, I'll go up with you. Never mind. I don't need anybody. Hey, Doc. Look. What are you talking about? Over there. It's Griff Miller working on his boat. What? Well, I...let me talk to him. Griff Miller, I thought you fell off the roof of your Boathouse. You with five cracked ribs and a brain concussion. Oh, no, no. They can't kill off old Griff. And you don't need any medical attention, huh? No, no, thank you, Doc. I thought I'm out and eat some this morning, but that was three hours ago. All right, all right. I understand. Well, call me if you need me again, Griff. And next time, I'll try to get here on time. Hey, hey, Doc, where are you going? Back to town to get my car from Jim Lundberg. I'm gonna walk. And the next time I haven't got my car, I'm gonna borrow your bicycle. Say, Griff. Ain't Doc Adams a funny fella? This is the family doctor. I'll be in to see you again right soon. Goodbye.