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Gee, Mr. Anderson, that's for you? Yes, my dear little poopsie girl picked it up for me herself. You like it, Dennis? Oh, yes, sir. It's one of the prettiest aprons I've ever seen. I think so too. Notice how that blue ribbon just matches my eyes? Oh, yes, sir. Shall we open the other packages now? No, no need to. It's just the rest of my fall outfit, mop, scrubbing brushes, and dust caps. Gee, it sure is nice if Mrs. Anderson will let you have a whole new wardrobe. Yes, well, you see, poopsie won't be spending much time around the house during the day anymore, so she's taking me off of part time and putting me on full time. Well, gosh, congratulations, Mr. Anderson. You sure have earned it. But why won't Mrs. Anderson be here during the day anymore? What didn't you know? She's going into business. She has an appointment with Homer Willoughby this morning. Your wife is going into business with my boss? Holy smoke, another access defer in Il Ducci. Poopsie isn't going into business with him, Dennis. Oh, well, gee, she isn't trying to get a job at the store, is she? Oh, no, no, no. Oh, that's good, because our policy is the customer is always right. And if she was a clerk, who'd dare? Your customers are perfectly safe, Dennis. Poopsie's going into business for herself. For herself? Then what's Mr. Willoughby? Good morning. Oh, good morning, Mrs. Anderson. Good morning, cuddle baby. Mrs. Anderson, your husband was just telling me about you going into business and that my boss was involved in some way. That's right. Haven't you heard about Mr. Willoughby taking over a dress shop? Oh, I know, ma'am. I didn't know he had any interest in dresses at all, at least not vacant ones. Well, he has. He was forced to foreclose a mortgage and take over the shop, and I'm going to buy it from him. That is if Mr. Gordon of that feisty dress shop chain doesn't put in a higher bed. Well, that's what this morning's meeting is for, to decide which one of us Mr. Willoughby will sell it to. Gosh, I sure hope you get it, Mrs. Anderson. Oh, so do I. They have such stunning things. This man-tailored suit I'm wearing is one of their creations. Isn't it gorgeous? Oh, yes, ma'am. It makes you look very virile. Well, what I mean is it brings out your real personality. It does, eh? Yes, ma'am. Of course, it hides you, but it brings out your. Could I have a moment to clarify my thinking on this? Never mind. Come along if you want to drive down to Willoughby's with me. I don't want to be late. Yes, ma'am. And thank you for dropping the subject instead of me. Mrs. Anderson, are you sure you want to go into this business? Of course. But isn't a woman's place in the home? Herbert will do there very nicely. Yeah, I guess so. Would you like me to talk to Mr. Willoughby, use my influence on him? Dennis, would you stop thinking up ways to get me out of this deal? Yes, ma'am. I'm going to make this shop a big success. I might even get Mrs. Hannah Cabot the second to wear one of my gowns. And wouldn't that be something? Boy, I'll say, oh, she. Just one of the 10 best dressed women in America, that's all. And she's here in town right now to be the guest of honor at the country club dance. And of course, it's very important to the success of a gown to be seen on just the right person. Yes, ma'am. Is that why you bought a suit? I spoke without thinking it out far enough. Well, be more careful in the future. Oh, this is the street, isn't it? Yes, and I believe there's a parking space right in front of Willoughby's store. It's kind of narrow. Dennis, I know how to park. Well, wait, Mrs. Anderson, you shouldn't drive in front with you got a back in. Perhaps I should take the wheel. Please, I know. Now look what you've done. Talking to me while I was parking, your big mouth was open wider than the space I was trying to get in. His fenders dented, isn't it? I don't know. I can't see it. Why not? It's on the roof of our car. Oh, my gosh, look, here comes a policeman. A policeman? Dennis, you were right. You may take the wheel. You heard me slide over and I'll sit where you are and hurry. Yes, ma'am. All right. All right, now. Faith and let's see the drooper who's to blame for this. Why? How dear, you officer. Can't you see how that other car is parked? Or are you too dimwitted? No, don't be after handing me that, lady. Trying to put the blame on some poor innocent driver who wasn't even in his car. I saw this car smashed into it with me own eyes. Now, see here. Now, now, Carly and me, darling, what this fine brothel lad saw he saw, and developed a bit well, get him to change his mind to trial and trial in the bushless storm of olden years. Do you know? It's just possible that me eyes have deceived me. What's your name, lad? Dennis O'Day, your worship, and may it please your honor. Dennis O'Day. That wouldn't, per chance, be Irish, would it now, lad? Sure, and it wouldn't be Czechoslovakian, your grace. Not from the north of Ireland, I hope. Faith and not a bit of it, you all. That's fine, now. Well, it's easy to see what happened here. You were driving along, minding your own business, when all of a sudden this parked car smashed into you. And without a word of warning, too, will you look at the way he's parked and not two blocks from a fire hydrant? Sure, and he's a minister-safe driver. And, Daden, that's just what he is. Look at his car, not even a taillight on it. And you, on the other hand, even have an extra one on your front fender. Oh, that I have. I'm a cautious darling, I am, I am. Oh, he is a darling, isn't he, officer? We all love him so. Ah, don't blame you for that, man. And when I see the rascal who owns his other car, it's a ticket I'll be handing him straight off. Good lad, he's a threat to human lives. He ought to be locked up. He's a, uh, ooh, what I see coming. What's going on here? Hey, what happened to my car? Well, Mr. Willoughby. So you're the owner of this car, eh? Well, there's a nice ticket waiting for you, me man. Well? Dennis, my dress shop, you can't let this happen. No, you see, officer, there's been a mistake. The accident was all my fault, honest. Besides, I'm a Lithuanian. Ah, come now, my lad. It's nice of you to take the blame, but look at this fellow's car. Park three feet out from the curb. Well, Mr. Willoughby didn't mean to do it. He'd probably been drinking again and didn't know what he was doing. Drinking? Now, see, here. Don't you know it's against the law to drive a car while drunk? Sure, but you can't hold Mr. Willoughby for that. That law was passed long after his license expired. Huh? Why, this boy is crazy, officer. He doesn't know what he's talking about. No, eh? Well, drunk driving and no license is good enough for me. Come on, Willoughby, you're telling it to a judge. No, wait! Yes, wait! Yeah, for heaven's sake, wait. Come on, Willoughby, start moving. And many thanks to you, lad. The top of the morning, do you? The top of the morning? Oh, I just fell to the bottom. Yeah, it was just awful, Mildred. That's why I phoned you to come right down to the store. I'm almost positive I lost popularity with your mother. Wait a minute. Mr. Willoughby being in jail is the answer to our whole problem. Huh? Say it again, I may have missed a key word somewhere. Look, whose mother's rival for this shop? Mr. Gordon, the out-of-towner who owns that big dress chain. This is your chance to get rid of him and leave the field clear for mother. Get rid of him? Sure, scare him off some way. He's due here for the meeting at... Oh, my gosh, look. That must be Mr. Gordon crossing the street right now. Oh, yeah, quick, get out of sight. I'll think of something. OK. How do you do, sir? Hello, Mr. Willoughby in. I'm Mademoiselle Pfefe. Oh, I beg your pardon, miss. I thought you were Mr. Gordon. I am Mr. Gordon. Mademoiselle Pfefe is just the name I use, a trade name. Oh, gee, you sure got the worst of the trade, huh? Look, I'm a busy man. Is Mr. Willoughby in or isn't he in? Yes, sir, he's in, and that's why he's not here. He won't be in till he's out. What is this, gibberish? I have an appointment to see Mr. Willoughby about buying that dress shop of his. Gee, you're going to invest money here in Weaverville? I am. Boy, what a devil-may-care attitude. What are you talking about? I've always heard that Weaverville is an up-and-coming town. Well, it used to be up-and-coming, but all of a sudden it got down and went. I know I live here. You mean there's no business in town at all? Last week, this store didn't do five cents worth. Then this week, it fell off a little. But why can't you stimulate business? Did you ever try a one-cent sale? Oh, lots of them. Never sold a single penny. Why, this is fantastic. Yeah. But how does Mr. Willoughby manage to run two stores and keep up a beautiful home? Well, of course, if a fellow doesn't care how he gets his money. What do you mean? I'd rather not say, unless you press me. But I do press you. Had a boy. You mean to tell me Willoughby makes his money by underhanded methods? Well. Because if he does, I'll withdraw my offer for his dress shop immediately. You mean that? I do. Lean forward, pal, and put your ear in my mouth. Well, go on. What would you say about a man who swindled $100,000 out of widows and orphans? What? You mean, Willoughby? No, I didn't say he did. I just asked you what you think of it. I think it's horrible. And I'm going to talk to Willoughby about it too. Where is he? They took him to jail this morning. Jail? What for? Haven't you been paying attention? Huh? Oh, he caught up with his swindling operations. That's better. For a minute, you had me worried. What will they do with him? Willoughby, oh, with his connections, he'll get off. He will? Sure. They can't make a rap stick against him. Why, it wouldn't surprise me if any minute. Well, speak of the devil. So there you are. Oh, why, Mr. Gordon? Thank heavens I got back in time to see you. Willoughby, is it true they took you to jail this morning? Why, yes. But how did you know? Never mind. And you beat the rap, eh? Oh, sure. It was just a minor offense. A minor offense? You call that a minor offense? Well, of course. Well, I'll bet you've done worse than that yourself many times. Oh, I have, have I? Willoughby, I'm withdrawing my bid for your shop. I want nothing more to do with you. Good day, sir. But, Mr. Gordon, dinner's stay. Gee, I'm beginning to hate that name. Somehow I've got a sneaking suspicion that you had something to do with this. Me, sir? Yes, you, sir. First, you had me clapped in the jail on a ridiculous traffic charge. And now I return to find this. Do you think there's no limit to my patience? I don't know, but that's the way I'm praying. Very well. I'm going to teach you and that Mrs. Anderson a lesson. I hereby accept her bid for my dress shop. Accept it? Oh, Mr. Willoughby! Better stop that silly kissing. I just had these shoes shine. But, Mr. Willoughby, I'm so grateful. Oh, you are, huh? Grateful, huh? Ha, ha, ha. Mr. Willoughby, that isn't a good, wholesome chuckle. Oh, no. It might interest you to know that your Mrs. Anderson is stuck with a whole store full of brand new, latest style, long-length dresses. That's bad. In Weaverville, it's murder. Why, there isn't a woman in town who touched one of those dresses on a bet. That's why the last owner went broke. Oh, my gosh, I'm having a normal day again. I didn't want to sell to anybody in town. I was content to stick that chain store in. But now, well, just tell Mrs. Anderson happy bankruptcy. But, Mr. Willoughby. Cut, my boy. Those are my final words. Yeah, and when I repeat them to Mrs. Anderson, I guess they'll be mine, too. Dennis, you can't mean it. A whole store full of long dresses? Every last one of them, Mildred. Oh, my gosh. What did mother say when you told her? She looked at me like she was seeing a ghost. I think it gave her an idea, too. Golly, long dresses wouldn't be so bad if the women here were. Dennis, I think I have it. Gee, it's marvelous. Every time we're in a little trouble, you come up with an idea that leads to suicide. Prove, Dennis. Listen, have you ever heard of Mrs. Hannah Cabot II? Oh, yeah, your mother mentioned her. Do you know what would happen to mother's business overnight if one of the 10 best-dressed women in America wore an Anderson gown to that country club dance? Why would a woman like that wear a dress from a small town shop? Because a famous Parisian-style authority's going to tell her they're the finest gowns ever designed. Do you know who? Who? You. Who? Oh, you can do it, Dennis. You do a marvelous French impersonation. And you can take one of the dresses along with you. Mother's got several of them here. But Mildred. Oh, mother, Dennis and I have the most marvelous idea. Mildred, stop using vile language. Vile language? You said Dennis. Here to hear it. Your father and I are going to the shop and get busy protecting our investment. Come along, Herbert. Lead the way, flame of desire. Dennis, you have to get to work on Mrs. Cabot this very minute. Oh, Mildred, these things always lead to such grief. Isn't there some other way? Dennis, for heaven's sakes, don't tell me you're afraid to call on her. All right, I won't. But believe me, I'm not shaking from courage. Yes? Bon voyage, monsieur. Speak French? Well, yes, of course. How do you do? How do you do? Permit me, I should introduce myself. I am Vladimir Dekovich, greatest dress designer in all Moscow, which is a city in Russia and explains my accent. Oh, I see. Well, of course, Russia has had some of the best dress women of all time. Catherine the Great, the grand Duchess Tatyara Romanova. Oh, duh, and I designed all their clothes. What? But they've been dead for hundreds of years. I did not say they look well in them, madame. You're an awfully odd little man, aren't you? Just what is it you want of me? Madame, I have here the most beautiful gown ever designed. It is from a little dress shop right here in town. I want you should wear it from the country club dance. Oh, well, I'm sorry. But I've already chosen my gown from Saks. Oh, madame, my gown is more beautiful than any Saks you have ever seen. I was referring to Saks Fifth Avenue. But the Saks is a Saks, no matter what street you pick it up. Are you quite sure you're a Russian style authority young man? Oh, ninochka, madame. You never saw Russian your life and you know it. Silly girl. Now, you stop this nonsense right here and now. Come, come, man. What is your game? Well, I guess I might as well tell you the truth. I'm not Russian at all. No. I mean, we. I mean, well, I had to try this, Mrs. Cabot. I was desperate. Oh? Yes, ma'am. It's my girlfriend's mother. She's got a terrible problem. I quite agree. No, you see, she was tricked into buying a dress shop. And if it isn't a success, she'll lose all her money. So. So you thought if I were one of her creations, other women would follow my lead? Yes, ma'am. You're one of the 10 women in America who are dressed or something. Won't you do it, Mrs. Cabot? I need you badly. Well, I was a girl's scout once, darn it. Mrs. Cabot, then you will? These dresses, if yours, short skirts, I suppose. Oh, no, ma'am, long. The very latest. Well, I'm surprised. And what about necklines? Oh, they have them, too. Yes, no doubt. I mean, are they high or low? Oh, all kinds. You've got your choice from turtleneck to you'll be in Life magazine, but you could also be arrested. Freshing in a jarring sort of way. Thank you. But will you really wear my gown, Mrs. Cabot? Oh, very well, young man. Leave it here and I'll wear it to the dance. What's more, I shall even phone the newspapers and tell them I'm doing so. Oh, Mrs. Cabot, I just don't know what to say. Gee, I hope the alarm doesn't go off. This is the pleasantest dream I ever had. Yeah, I wish Mother would hurry, Dennis. The newspaper just came out and I've already had seven calls for fittings. Oh, Dennis, you're just marvelous. Shucks, what if I am? Gee whiz. Oh, I'm so proud of you. When Mother hears about this, you'll just scream with joy. Mother at last. Hello, Mrs. Anderson. You may kiss me if you like. Kiss you? Yes, ma'am, on the hand or on the face, wherever you find me, the more desirable. What are you talking about? Mother, haven't you heard? Dennis got Mrs. Cabot to wear one of your long dresses to the dance tomorrow night. You fool. This is a scream of joy. Mother, don't you understand? Every woman in town will want one of your long dresses. It's you who don't understand. Herbert and I have just spent the entire night cutting seven inches off every dress in our shop. Oh, no, Mother. Yes. Boy, I sure hope there's nothing to this theory of reincarnation. I'd hate to have to go through a life like this again. Dennis Day will be back in just a moment with a song. But first, here's a fact worth knowing. Colgate dental cream cleans your breath while it cleans your teeth. And that's important, as our Colgate players demonstrate. Seen a hotel switchboard where two pretty telephone operators are talking. What a nerve he has, thinking I'd go out on a date with a guy like him. You mean that good-looking blind boy? Gene Mabel, he looked all right to me. I got no complaints on the fella's looks. But I'm telling you, Gertrude. Imagine. Gee, you'd think one of his pals would tip him off to see his dentist, wouldn't you? Well, one of his pals finally did. 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