 That is another half hour visit with the folks in the White Brain House on Mabel Street. Still there, I can enjoy life with the Anderson. Baffy, Varg, Betty, Margaret and Jim. As the head of the typical American household, the Anderson set out to play a play. Father, as it comes to many families, there came last week to the White Brain House on Mabel Street an automatic watch. Ever since this singular event, the service porch has been the center of attraction in the Anderson household. Particularly for traffic, for whom the machine seems to have a fatal fascination by this. This tablecloth? Haven't you? No, that's clean. I just now put it on the table for lunch. Well, maybe we can spill a lot of stuff on it, and I'll do another batch after lunch. After lunch, you've got to get back to school, and I wish you'd leave that poor machine alone. Well, I'll just... Margaret, I'm home. In the kitchen, dear. Oh, hi. My friend? I'm just about to go out and have things ready in the jiffy. Okay. Where are all the young citizens? Well, but not home, y'all. Let me go upstairs, and hmm. You can just play a taxi here. She's going to wear that watcher out before I can pay for it. She's running a watcher or flying a spaceship? Well, which I knew. This is our team. It's on its way to Mars, sir. Hi. Hi, Pippin. Does anybody want wash? No. It's not too late to find something else, Pippin. How about this shirt, Daddy? Let's go. Let's go. Please let us get our clothes off before you wash them. Sit down, Angel. The others will be here in a minute. And another thing, Pippin. Don't wipe all the clothes out of my closet and chunk them in that thing. I could only find one sock this morning. Then, have to dress back around this house if he wants to go out fully clothed. Hello, Daddy Mom. Oh, hiya, Dad. Hello, Son. Sit down, Dad. Everything's on. Okay. Dad, I want to ask you a question. Uh-huh. Sounds bad. Where's the bread? Look, new nose we're talking. See how I said? Well, get lost. Ah, 10 blue. Children, children, don't start fighting. The minute to get home. No, it's best to wait 10 minutes or so. Can you keep quiet now, Big Mouth? That's just off the whole thing. Now, what's this big idea of yours? Well, what it's actually doing is saving you $14.95. I'll bet. Well, it is. Sorta. John. Well, you know us guys have been wanting a collapsible canoe, and that's how much they caught. Yes, I've been made very well aware of that. But we're not going to get one. You lose. We're building a raft instead. Oh, a raft? Yeah. So... John, go on. I'm great. So, whatever it is, how much is it going to cost? Well, actually, it is saving $9.95. What happened to the $14.95 I was going to save? They're taking $5 of that to rent a trailer and help us get the raft to the river. Oh, I am, huh? This Saturday. Well, I don't know. I think it's dangerous for you boys to be out on a homemade raft. It can't seem so. We've got two old oars on the thunderous. No. We've got a sail port. Just a minute. I'll get it and show you. When do you get a sail? You know it's a tumbling off an old monster. Can't be. Let us turn and see what's taking, Daddy. Mom, what did you do with our sail? I didn't do anything. I left it right by the back port this morning. You want to... Happy? What? Look me in the eye, shrimp. I'm just walking, you old man. He needs it, too. That black paint all over it. That black paint was our insignia. It's going to Corkbone. The paint wasn't even dry yet. Oh, heaven. Now we've got a water full of paint. Cassie, go upstairs and both come down till I tell you to. But, Mommy... Go on now. I told you to leave that machine alone and you wouldn't listen. Go on. Yes, Mommy. Sabotage. But, I'll handle it. Margaret, aren't we being a little rough on Cassie? After all, she didn't mean anything by it. Maybe not, but she's been driving you crazy with that machine all week. I know, but I thought it was sort of amusing. We both have a little discipline around here. I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl. I've got a couple of suggestions. Margaret, you're getting upset over nothing. Mother! Well, it's about climate. Everything's climate now. Well, I'll have a time to eat. Well, that news don't dress up mine. I don't want to wear it this afternoon. To school? Well, that's a problem there. Well, the least a girl can do is look respectable. What you're doing is very important. What are we sending you through? Colleagues or a fashion show? I wouldn't care if it was just Mr. Fawcett. But you can't expect a substitute to look at a bunch of needleheads. Really, Father? What's it to a thought? It's Fawcett. Mr. Fawcett is sick. And if Mr. Wildlow is taking his place... Oh, Mother, he absolutely dreams. Oh? The devil says he dreams. How are they gone? So that's it. Oh, Father, you're so utterly comic-stressed. Huh? This is serious. I know it is. I was just trying to suggest that if you go out to the basketball team, I'll get to a secret nitty-blotting from me. I'm going to meet Luebert. Oh, he asked you anything, Smarty. How do you say anything? Well, it was the way you did the fail-up. How do you know our Father? Guy says nothing. She makes a federal case out of her. What's that you were saying? Holy cow, what do we have to do around here? Stop thinking? If we did, I'd die if we'd noticed the change. I don't know any way I'd die without that dress, Mother. You should have seen how Jane Lizard was all dressied up. She thinks she was one of Turner. Well, I wonder how she knew we were going to have Mr. Wardlow today. Oh, me. Oh, Betty, I don't know where the dress could be. If it isn't... Wait a minute. Poppy, are you still downstairs? No, I'm not scared. You are not. Come in here and hurry. What do you want, Mommy? You know what I want. Did you take a dress out of Betty's closet? Well, did you? Well, it has some thoughts on it, and... Oh, no! Is it in the washroom now? Is it? Uh-huh. Oh, my dress, I don't think so. I'll die. All right, young lady, upstairs with you. My dress, Mommy. And don't hang around outside the door, listening, either. Bram, Bram. Oh, turn green. Well, Jim, does Kathy Strait still seem so amusing? Well, personally, I'm glad she put the dress in there. What? The purpose of higher education is not to snag an instructor. Oh, no, yes. I don't care how dreamy he is. All right, but as far as Kathy's concerned... I think Kathy deserves a vote of commendation. Oh, no, I've heard everything. Please pass the phone. He looked at it, Mother. He looked at it as a rude man. He's not rude at all. But I can't wear it today. Oh, no, I do. Where would you get on? Do you drag? Because I fit my trust in my lower education. Boom. What's with that crack? I'm just trying to get somebody to touch the broom. It didn't sound like it. Okay, Salula. But that's enough. Betty, that outfit looks very nice. An efficiency ward, though, has any sense to receive this impression better-paced than James. So he tried to gain rights in trying to improve or kill him? Well, I wouldn't worry about him then. Burn? Yeah, I'll pass the phone. I haven't been able to get them yet. Let's see the dress. How can you tell what it looks like I brought it up right there? But couldn't you see? What's all this inside of it? It's got some papers and something. Papers? Or letters. And some other stuff. I think they work here. Check, let me see those. Hey, these are my canceled checks. This is my bank statement. Oh, what's left of it? Why can't I get my hands on that dial? Oh, now, James. This must have come in the mail today. Why does he want to walk the mail? Kathleen! Now, James, calm down. This is all very amusing, remember? The pricing of music is huge. If those cancel checks are important records. Kathleen! Now, James. What goes on in that child's mind, anyway? Oh, it's just so amusing. What are you thinking about, bud? Uh-huh, no, I'm not thinking. I was just getting ready, guys, for the cruise. What ever suggested I throw the mail in the washer? I don't think I should get hold of it. I know that I should get out of the mailbox myself, and see, I put it in my apron closet, and I... What apron? Oh, my goodness, it's gone. She must have taken me off me when I was busy. Now, if you got to be funny for this, Kathleen! Let's see the rest of that mess. Probably loaded with important letters. I don't know what he can tell us about. This was a bill. You can be sure that's the one that would come through, would you take? Man, here's the bill on the washer. I don't know whether to pay it or sue him for damages. Did you call me? Yes, I did. Come in and sit down there. I want to talk to you. It seems like you're bringing out the mail. Yes, sir. Oh, bud, as near as I can make out, this is a letter for you. For me? Gosh, who's it from? You probably never know. Holy cow! Oh, God, what do you mean? Holy jumping cow! What's the meaning of that? Look at this letter. It's from the police department. Really? God, I mean, what did they want? I'm supposed to appear early in seven days. What for? No, I don't know. The rest of the letters have been washed away. Oh, my. Let me see that thing. Holy cow! I'm being sent to jail, and I don't even know what for! They will return to the Anderson's in just a moment. One $10 care package includes about a month's duration for a person in Britain, and for such help, money is no substitute. However, when you help through care, you know that your money is all going in the package. If a care is nonprofit, to have a food or textal care package delivered, simply mail a text to Care St. Nicholas or Care New York. What started out to be a quiet, normal, noonday lunch at the White Frame House on Maple Street has suddenly become a scene of confusion and turmoil, largely centering around a letter from the police department addressed to Bud. And now, in the vernacular of the law, that heat is on. It's like this. Well, I think hard, Bud. You must have done something. They wouldn't call you down at the police station for nothing. Oh dear, I can't think of any crimes I've committed. Lately. When it's been completed, just go down to the police station and find out what this is all about. It's bound to be a mistake. Well, I don't want to go down there, and we're sure of our ground. Now concentrate, Bud. Maybe you first took something that didn't belong to you, or the... Hey, you don't suppose... No, it couldn't be that. Couldn't be what? Hey, they're all rusty. I'm sure it's coming away. What are you talking about? There's all-jumps on our ass. Oh, I see. And just where did you get those? They're all rusty. I know, but where did you get them? Well, we sort of picked them up out in a hurry. That's a very man-fumble place. Don't call them old man-fumble. I'll bet he's 40. Who isn't? Now listen, Bud. I'm sure it's coming away. They'll keep laying out there by the alley. Well, that's not for you to decide. You should have asked him. Sanchez, I would have given them to you. But this way? Well, you might as well face it. It's stealing. No, no, no. Wait a minute, Jim. I think I'm going to have to increase. You don't know that he's just done the recorded bad things to clean? Well, I know that Ed Bader said trouble with him over some property lines, some little insignificant things, but trouble holding into course. And beating. Oh, you mean about life, too? I was going to make business out of a couple of old oil cans. Well, it's not the oil cans with him. It's the principal of the thing. What he's doing is striking back at me through bars. At you? Are you hardly knowing? Remember that year I was elected president of the country club? Hmm. Well, trouble was the fellow I beat up. And he's held a grudge against me ever since. I didn't mean that. Oh, sure. Time and again, I tried to sell him fire insurance on his buildings. And a couple of times he wouldn't even see me. Well, it still sounds pretty small of him. Oh, it's kind of for you. Oh, oh, is it closing in on me? Oh, yeah. Oh, I see it. Bob, come back here. Don't go down to the basement and hide. It's my only chance. Do I decide, my boy? No. See, I told you. Bob, come back here. Oh, we're just a minute. I'll find out. We're still first, Bob. Are you sure? No, Bob. I'll see you later. Wasn't he with you on this deal? Well, yeah. But I was the one that actually got the oil drum. You see, I volunteered. Oh, you did, huh? Yeah. Pracely matched. And I lost. So then I volunteered. Well, that is a brilliant maneuver. Again, can't be funny, Mr. Trumbull. I'm going to call this silly thing off. If he really did be quite bad. That's just what I'm going to do. Let's help his office number for me, Bob. I think it's trouble with Jay Trumbull. OK. Yeah. I thought there was going to be more to it than there. Pracely, you better get on your way to school. Might as well. We've got the Dallas family. And here it is, Dad. Oxford 8891. OK. He's probably out to lunch now. Yeah. How did he do that? Goodbye. How do you like that? What now? He said he was over at the City Hall. Something about some oil tanks, he said. Yeah. I never would have thought that he'd get over two iron rusty cans. We've got the side building in case, here. But I want you to tell me everything you can remember about this. Mommy. What is it, Daddy? I thought you'd gone. He's just trapped up two irony-cabin on me. Call me Pabin yet. He was all just mommy. Are you still worrying about that part-time professor? He's not part-time. He's a first-time substitute. And, Daddy, put on what you've had on before. It's much more sensible and appropriate than you need me. Oh, sensible. These people don't understand anything. Let's see. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. We're going to build a case here. Now, but give me all the details. OK. Now, exactly when did this happen? It was the same day I went down. Got my bicycle license. Oh, good. When was that? I don't remember. Oh, great. Oh, wait a minute. I think I went that one. They gave me a slip with the license, and it had the date on it. Well, where is it? I put it in my wallet. It's right here. Oh, the car is gone. I've lost my wallet. Kathy, did you put bug wallet in the washing machine? I had a fucking half in it and some peanuts. Are you wrong? I can't just carry them around loose. I bet you lost the wallet when you were getting those oral drums, and Mr. Trumbull found it, and that's how he looked with you. That's where your wallet is. Well, he can have the peanuts, but I want that fucking half bag. Maybe you're going to ask Mr. Trumbull. He's making bug wallet. Yeah. How about that, then? I can't, my baby. I've got to get this thing with bug straighteners. But I forgot. This is the day they took me through some big company to show us how big office is run. Oh, I can just see Julie walking alongside of Mr. Wardlow, climbing on him, wobbling along the most high heels. Hope she breaks her ankle. Well, if you worry, you can still make it. No, I can't. We were supposed to get back early. I'll call and see if it lasts long. Holy cow. She's worried about that, Junk, and I'm on my way to the tennis handshake. I'll just buy you a bud. I'll come and visit you every week. Hello. I think you did call me with Mr. Wardlow's class if you're up on the pit yet. Who is? This is, um, uh, uh, for my name is Chuck Berry Anderson. This is Berry Anderson. Hi, Mr. Classes. Oh, they have. You? It's like heaven, Nathan. Yes, Mr. Wardlow. Goodbye. Well, don't keep this interesting. That's what I've heard in a bud. Now, there's been a thrilling new guy's ever been. No, it's going to take me into that country, Rick. Now that we've got that moment of problem solved, let's figure this thing out, bud. Uh-oh. They're closing in. Well, come back. Down in the basement and hide. That's no kind of a plan. Well, if you think of a better one, let me know. I'll be down in the basement. All right, bud. All right, Betty. See, bud, it's not for you at all. I think he said his name was Trumbull. Trumbull? He's trying to call his friend silly thing off. Don't worry. I'll handle him. He's in the living room, father. OK. Come back, Taffy. You can't go in there with him. See, we're different things, Taffy. He's fine. Don't be so upset. Well, Mr. Trumbull, I don't know anything. Interrupting your lunch? Oh, no, we just... We weren't very hungry today. I saw your car on the driveway, so I figured you were home, and I wanted to get this matter taken care of as quickly as possible. Well, that's the way I felt about it, too. Good. I didn't want to go to your office because I want to keep this sort of quiet for the time being. Oh, I don't blame you. Now, I was wondering, just as a starting figure, what would you say to $5,000? $5,000? What is this, blackmail? Well, I can't tell if I've got to go. I or I will. I've got to have full power, Kevin. Confidentially, Anderson, how did you find out I was buying those oil tanks worth to town? I just recorded the purchase of the city hall not over half an hour ago. Oh, I... Well, I... I guess that's your business, but I must say you were on the ball, Anderson. That's one thing that influenced me to fill this business your way. Well, that's fine, Mr. Trumbull. Yes, just so to bear, I'm an ulterior mind about success being based on being at the right place at the right time. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Yes. Ha, ha, ha. Of course, the man has to be on his toes, too. Well, yes, on the ball. Now, well, bring some figures to my office, Anderson, and I think we can do business. Oh, wonderful, Mr. Trumbull. But this thing was Bud. This thing was what? Bud, my son. Well, yes, I've seen him around. Fine boy. Fine boy. But what about the old oil drum? Oil drum? Well, I don't know whether I can get him any or not. I had a couple of old rusty ones around the place but I put them up for the trash man. The trash man? Oh, well, forget it. Bud may have gotten some himself. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Well, I'll see you this afternoon. So long. Yes, so long. Mr. Trumbull. Fun or gris? Fun or gris? You don't need to tell me. I heard the whole thing. Yeah, we needed you. Margaret, do you realize this would be the biggest contract I've written in three years? It'll put me way out ahead in the district context. Yeah, but what about me? Oh, did Dylan just finally come out of hiding? Yeah. I told you old man Trumbull wasn't after him. Well, I never did think so. But what about that letter from the police? I'm still wanted. Right, golly, that's right. Now we don't know what for. Well, there's just one thing to do. Let's sit down and figure this out. Figure it out and nothing. I don't know what to do. Now just take it easy, Margaret. Where the law is concerned, it's always the team calling. Hello, Operator. Would you please give me the police department? No, Margaret, don't do that. We've got to know our facts first. Hello? This is Mrs. Darren Anderson. And my son got a letter from you. We're asking him to appear, but we, uh, on the last day, hey, could you find out what was in that letter? Right, Anderson. Six on seven, Nathan. Oh, no, I feel this is the wrong approach. Thank you. They're going to look at the copy of it. Margaret, I wish you'd leave these things to me. What? How is it still to be a criminal? Hello? Yes, who are you? Where are these things? Oh, yes. Well, thank you very much. I'll see you at the get-go. Goodbye. Holy cow, Mom. Why did you tell him that? Well, you want your penis back, don't you? Huh? When you got your bicycle license, you left your wallet there, and they want you to come down and play with it. The Anderson's hold you back in just a moment. Now, another word for care. Official figures estimate that 42% of all South Koreans are refugees. If you want to help, you can send money for food, clothing, warm blankets, all the things you desperately needed to non-profit care. Care packages are saving lives in Korea, distributed by teams of dedicated men from the United Nations Civil Assistance Command. But somebody has to help pay for the packages. If you will help, please mail the money, whatever it is, to Care for Care, address Care Los Angeles or Care New York. While all legal matters involving members of the White Frame House on Maple Street have been straightened out, shorter bet he is in heaven in the company of Instructor Wardlow, and Kathy, the terror of the automatic washer, has been acquitted on all counts. The rest of the children have been scuttled off to school, and Jim is about to return to his office. Like this. I hope we don't have any more lunches like this. It was rugged. Yes. I mean, I learned something from it. I know now I was wrong in being so harsh with Kathy about the washing machine. Well, it's easy to fall into something like that. I can see these things more clearly than you because I'm not so close to them. Well, of course, there's one or two things useful for them. Oh, say, I don't want to forget my briefcase. I've got to get those figures for trouble to make out some context. Now, where is that thing? I put it right here on the chair. Margaret, what's the matter? I'd like to put those tablecloths on top of it. What tablecloths? No one's got to put your washing machine. Your briefcase. Not in the... All my papers. Oh, no. We'll be back with Father Knows Best, starring Robert Young as Jim Anderson. In our cast, we're Ted Donaldson, as well as Gene Vanderpile, Norma Gene Nilsons, Oda Williams, and Bill Farmer. Father Knows Best is fan-scribed in Hollywood and written by Paul West and Roswell Lodge. Three times. In NBC. There's an imperial round table of entertainment tomorrow evening on the NBC Radio Network. For music on Fridays, listen to the Mario Lanza show with the Royal Troubadour of Radio Mario Lanza. In the comedy department, Friday means those court gestures, Gene Martin and Jerry Lewis. And for Weston's song and adventure, tune for the King of the Cowboys, Roy Rogers. Yes, hear them all tomorrow on the NBC Radio Network. Now, it's Mr. King, special guest party, on NBC.