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Order several packages tomorrow and look for the big red letters on the box so that you're sure it's the one and only Jell-O. In Jell-O, the flavor never goes away. We put it in and it's there to stay. Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, we would like to turn the clock back to last Friday night to show you what happened when Jack and the rest of our gang went out and celebrated Halloween. The time? 7.30 Friday evening. The place? Jack's house in Beverly Hills. Take it away! To set the world! Rochester, stop complaining in rhythm and help me get into my Halloween costume. The gang will be here any minute. Hammy those horns. Here you are. Pardon ignorance, boss, but what character are you struggling to convey? My costume is very obvious. I've got on red underwear, a long tail, horns, and I'm carrying a pitchfork. Now, who am I? The man from the fine-ass company. I am not. I'm the devil. Now, Hammy that mirror. Here you are. Thanks. No, I don't like this effect. These darn horns keep slipping over to one side. The horns are all right as your toupee that slips. There's something wrong there. I don't know why I picked out a devil costume anyway. As I bought this pair of horns, I should use them. Why don't you put one of them on your nose and go as a rhinoceros? No, I can't do that. Phil Harris is coming as Frank Buck and he'd shoot me. He'd love the excuse. I wonder if this tail is too long here. See who's at the door, Rochester? Yes, sir. Come in! I could have done that myself. Rochester, when I tell you... Oh, hello, Mary. Hello, Jack. Mary, this is Halloween. I thought you were going to dress up tonight. Where's your costume? I've got it on. I'm Pocahontas. Pocahontas? In a mink coat? John Smith was nice to me. Oh, you're a wampum digger, eh? Well, at least stick a feather in your hair. Make it believable. Say, what do you think of my outfit, Mary? Don't I look like the devil? Always. You mean my costume? I'm supposed to be Satan. Had you seen my horns? Straighten up. You look like a toad. Who ever heard of a red toad in there? Say, boss, I'm going to a masquerade party tonight myself. You are, Rochester. Where are you going to be? I'm going to close my eyes and go as a Smith Brothers cork drop. Well, that's not a bad idea. Say, Rochester, why don't you keep one eye open and go as a period? How's that? I better keep both eyes open. My lady friends are over. All right. Do as you please. Jack, what are we going to do tonight? Where are we going? I got it all figured out. Listen to this. I'm going to go to Claudette Colbert's house, and I'll take a piece of soap and write, Claudette loves Jack all over her window. Oh, you did that last year, and she came out and wrote Jack Who. Well, this time she'll know Jack Who. When Claudette comes out of the house, I'm going to grab her and give her a kiss. There's only one guy kisses like Benny. You don't have to tell me, deadlifts. Mary, I'm going to give you a good jab with my pitchfork, if you don't look out. Well, anyway, after we live Claudette, come in, come in. Well, look what's hopping through the door for Pete's sake. What an outfit. Hello, Jack, Mary. Hello, Don. What are you supposed to be? Why can't you tell I'm a kangaroo? Well, sure enough, you certainly look realistic, Don, with those long ears sticking up in that great big pouch. But say, say, I thought Dennis was coming with you. Where is the kid? Peek-a-boo. Come out, kid. Here, I'll help you. Thanks, Mr. Benny. Imagine coming as a little kangaroo. You know, I was going to come as a floor lamp. A floor lamp? Yeah, but when I screwed the bulbs in my ears, they wouldn't light up. That's terrible. Maybe I ought to see a doctor. Dennis, you're not supposed to light up. You know, Mary, someday I'll have to have a talk with that kid. By the way, Jack, isn't Phil going to join us tonight? Yeah, he'll drop by as soon as he finishes night school. Say, Dennis, while we're waiting around for him, let's hear that song you're going to do on the program Sunday. Yeah, get over to the piano, kid. Okay. Oh, say, Rochester, did you ask our boarder, Mr. Billingsley, to tune the piano? He's very good at it, you know. We should have never let him monkey with it, boss. Oh, what's he done now? That man's crazy. He cleaned the piano keys with dental floss. Oh, Mr. Billingsley must think he's a dentist again. It's a fine way to clean piano keys. He said the black ones were decayed, so he pulled them out. Oh, my goodness. He broke eight needles trying to give the leg novocaine. Well, it's my own fault, I guess. Well, do the best you can, Dennis. Go ahead. Wait a minute, I'll answer it. Hello? Oh, hello, Phil. Are you still at night school? We're waiting for you. What? She's keeping you after school. What happened, Jack? Well, Phil got a zero in spelling, so he gave the teacher a hot foot. Look, Phil, is your teacher anywhere near the phone? Well, tell her your father wants to talk to her. Yeah, yeah, your father. What are you going to do, Jack? I'm going to pretend to be Phil's father. You know, I'll talk like an old rude. Well, you got the right underwear for her. Why, now, don't mix me up. Hello? Oh, hello, miss. This is tWitch Harris, senior talking. Now, look, ma'am, I got to see my boy Philip right away, so I wish you'd let him off tonight. I'll write you a note explaining everything. I said I'd write you a note. That's a good one. What'd she say? She wants to know how come I can write and Phil can't. Okay, thanks a lot, ma'am. Say, what are you doing later? Well, you can't shoot a man for trying. Goodbye. Well, it's all set, fellas. Phil will be here pretty soon. You know that teacher, if you're out of the sweet boys, I could kind of go for her. But, Jack, you don't even know what she looks like. Anything he gets is gravy. I don't know about that, sister. Sing, Dennis. See this pitchfork, Mary, you're going to get it. You got any sandwiches? I've got donuts and cider. That's all you're supposed to have on Halloween. Bring in the donuts, Rochester. They're right here, boys. Oh, yes. Here, have a donut, Mary. They're nice and fresh. I made them myself. Jeepers, look at the size of the hole you got in them. Never mind. They look like ladies' garters. Buy it, will you? Oh, jeez. Oh, you're sweaty. I got to have a talk with that kid. Here, Don. Don, have a donut. Have a donut and some of this sweet cider. Thanks. I think I'll have a glass of that myself. Pretty strong, Jack. Strong? Let me taste this. Well, I'll be darned. Dennis, you're not drinking any hard cider. You're a baby kangaroo. Well, I can't hop on milk. Let Don hop. Now, you get back in that pouch. OK. See, I wish Phil would get here so we can go ahead. Oh, look, Jack. Look who's coming. Where? Oh, yes. Mr. Billingsley. He's dressed like Marie Antoinette. Yeah. Oh, uh, oh, hello, Mr. Billingsley. Good evening, Mr. Benny. Having a little party, I see. Yes, yes, yes. By the way, Mr. Billingsley, you're dressed as Marie Antoinette. Are you going to a masquerade? No, my headache, so I'm going to have it cut off. Oh, I thought you were celebrating Halloween like we are. You see, I'm Satan, and Miss Livingston is Pocahontas, and Mr. Wilson is a kangaroo. I used to be an alligator once, and now I'm an old bag. See you later. Good night, Mr. Benny. Good night. That's one way to look at it. Strange, fellow. The other morning for breakfast, he swallowed a raw egg and then drank boiling water for three minutes. I don't know. Phil, we want to get going. I'm sorry, but I didn't have time to put no costume on. Don't worry. Your tailor takes care of that. Phil, what happened between you and the teacher? She got mad at me when we were having our spelling lesson. Oh, what was the trouble? She asked me to spell Pomeranian. Pomeranian? So I said DOG. Take it or leave it. Well, at least you knew Pomeranian was a dog. That's something. Well, we're all here, so come on, fellas. Let's go. It's done. You put on a lot of weight this last week. That's Dennis. It's a long story. Come on, everybody. Let's go. Mr. Rogers, before you leave, be sure and lock the garage so that nobody damages the Maxwell. OK. Remember last year, some kid got in there and turned it over. Yeah, we drove around for three days without even noticing. I noticed it was bumpy as anything. All right, this way, fellas. We'll all go out the side door. Oh, that's better. Boy, we really have flooded. You know, kids, first we'll go next door to Ronald Coleman's house. See? And then we'll... Yes. Here comes that little boy you hired as a gag man. I'll take him along. Oh, Belly laughed by tonight. Hello, kid. Hello, Mr. Benny. Hey, Belly, do you want to go out with us tonight? We're going to ring doorbells and raise the dickens. You're a little adolescent, aren't you, bub? Oh, we'll enjoy ourselves. Sorry we won't come along. By the way, how's the program coming along for Sunday? If I tell you, you won't have any fun tonight. Well, get busy and concentrate. Come on, fellas. Now, tell you what, kids, first we'll sneak across the lawn to Ronald Coleman's house and put some white paint on the doorknob. See? Then we'll ring the bell, and when he comes out, we'll run like the dickens. We'll ring Coleman's bell three times. Why doesn't he come out? Maybe he went to a party or something. It couldn't be a big party, or I'd have been invited. Ronnie and I attend the same affairs. Only he doesn't have to crawl in the window. Well, these Hollywood parties, who knows whether you got an invitation or not. Hey, fellas, I've got an idea. As long as Coleman isn't home, let's take this beautiful sundial here and put it over on my front lawn. His sundial? Yeah, it'll be a swell gag. Three years ago, you took his flagpole. When's the gag over? Oh, get in the Halloween spirit, will ya? Come on, fellas, give me a hand with this dial. Hey, Jack, look. There's a policeman walking by the house. A policeman? Uh-oh. I'll do you, Mr. Coleman. Yes, it's, fellas. Right, Joe. Thanks for asking, old boy. Tell me decent of you. Good night. Good night. Dirt me pooled in the blighter. Take that donut out of your eye. You're not Coleman anymore. Oh, yes. Hey, fellas, we'll never budge this sundial. It's too heavy. I'll have to phone for some movers. I'll tell you what, though. Look, let's go over to Basil Rathbone's. Does he live near here, Jackson? Yeah, right past my house and the other side of the street. Come on. There aren't this tail I keep tripping on. Hmm, look at that light in my kitchen. Belly lavage in there eating me out of house and home. All the writers with ulcers, and I had to get him. Oh, well. Oh, Jack, look at this. Where? Hey, wait a minute. Who wrote this to my sidewalk? Jello has that new locked-in flavor. The flavor never goes away. We put it in in the fair to say. Who did this? Don't look at me, kangaroo cat, right? Oh, yeah? Now, Don, you go get a rag and wipe it off. I'll tell the sponsor. All right, the big fat cattle tail. Leave it there. Now, follow me. Follow me across the street, fellas. I will go to Rathbone's house. He will fix them good. Which house is it, Jackson? Wait a minute. I don't know whether this is Rathbone's house or the next one. I think it's this one. Oh, no. It's the next one. This is where Charles Boye lives. Oh, that's right. Say, let's pull some gag on him. Yeah, maybe he's got a sundial we can lift. Now, I'll just sneak up and ring his doorbell. Wait here, fellas. Hey, Jackson, Nick, here comes that cop again. Uh-oh. Hello there. Is that you, Mr. Boye? Here I go again, fellas. Ah, good evening, officer. Beautiful night. Beautiful. Yes, it is. Good night, Mr. Boye. Bon Sawyer. Lucky I can speak French. Hey, Jack, let's get away from here. The policeman's arrival will come back. You might have that. I'll tell you what. Let's go through this driveway and sneak over to Rathbone's backyard. Now, follow me, fellas. Everybody quiet. Here we are. See, it's dark tonight. Hey, where did Phil disappear to? I don't know. Where is he, Don? He was with us a minute ago. Have you seen him, Dennis? He's not in here. Of course not. Here he comes now. Where have you been, Phil? Boy, am I wet. Why didn't you tell me that Rathbone had a swimming pool? Why don't you watch where you're going? I swallowed enough water to last me the rest of my life. Well, it didn't hurt you to go on the wagon, even for a second. Now, wait here, kids. I'm going up a knock on the door. When Rathbone comes out, hide in the bushes. Wow. Let me be furious. Oh, be careful now, Jack. Don't worry about me. Now, quiet. Get ready, fellas. I hope I didn't cut myself. Am I bleeding, Mary? With what? With blood. I've got it. The idea of leaving... Where shall I just want on, Jack? Quick, put me up here. I'm Rathbone's Halloween pranksters. Now, look here, you children. I don't want any more of this disturbance. I've got to get up early in the morning. I'm making a picnic tonight. I'm going to get up early in the morning. I'm going to get up early in the morning. I don't want any more of this disturbance. I've got to get up early in the morning. I'm making a picture. What a ham. Did I get it again tonight? I'll give you all a sun good thrashing. Oh, boy. Is be. Is he burned up? Boy, am I going to make his life miserable tonight? Wait a minute. What have you got against Rathbone? Jack hates it because it can act. That's all. I could see him imitate boye like I did. Now,ones, this time, I'm going to grab this big rock here and throw it up against the door. Oh, you can't take those steps again, eh, daddy? I can climb only. Only this will be more annoying. I hear gold. I've got to throw the rock. One. Phil, what are you doing back there? Nothing. Get away. Two, three, go. Holy smoke, I broke a window. There goes the porch light again. Quick, fellas, run. He's coming out. Whoops. Well, I'll be. Hey, what is this? Come on, Jack. I hope Rathbone doesn't see me. I never get my hands on this. Who's in back of that bush? Right now, I give $1,000 to be playing Salt Lake City. Gee, here he comes. Well, may I inquire the name of the moron behind that mask who goes around breaking windows? Who are you? Gee. Come, come, come, man. Speak up. Ah, Bazile, I'm only making his a joke. It is me, Charles Boyer. Mr. Bene, your accent is revolting. Oh, oh, hello, Bazile. How did you know it was me? You wore that same costume last Halloween when you tipped over my doghouse. Oh, I want that dog back. Where is he? Well, he had pups today. You're a fine Sherlock home. I'm sorry I threw that rock. It was an accident. Accident or no accident, you'll pay for that window. All right, all right. I'll pay for it. Mr. Bene, what are you doing? I'm untying my tail. What do you think I'm doing? I'm very sorry about the whole thing, Bazile. I won't bother you anymore tonight. I'll go and join my gang. I suppose you're going to continue this mischievous business. Well, well, listen, the truth is we're going over to Charles Lawton's house. You know those flower pots he's got at his front porch? Yes? Well, we're going to tip him over one by one. He'll go crazy when he hears that racket. I dare say, Lawton is a fierce tenter. You said it. Well, so long, Bazile. Happy Halloween. Good bye. Here, listen, here's what we'll do. First we'll go to Lawton's house. Then we'll go over to Claudette Colbert's and ring the doorbell, see? And when she comes out, I'll grab her and kiss her. Jello chocolate, jello vanilla, and jello butterscotch pudding. Three delicious desserts made by the same people who make world famous jello. 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