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Oh, wonky, couldn't we go up to the third floor for a minute? I just want to look at Bandana. Now have a heart, Margie. Your old uncle's all in, and so is his pocketbook. We've got all the packages we can carry anyway. Please, let's go home. Come on, Leroy. Where did that kid go? Oh, there he is. Oh, my goodness. Leroy, get off that escalator. Look out, no hands. Leroy, stop showing off and come down here. Immediately, pronto. Oh, I just love to go shopping, don't you, wonky? Yes, indeed. Now if I can just squeeze through this, don't stand there like a statue. Leroy, open the door for me. Sure, uncle. Certainly be glad when we get these things in the car. Come on children, let's go. Huh? Where are you going? Well, I promised to meet Francie at the record shop. And thanks, Uncle Mort, for getting me that sloppy Joe sweater and those sandals and that darling dress. You're just the best, unky, in the whole world, and you deserve a great big kiss. Right along, my dear. And, unky, you won't mind taking my packages, will you? Packages? No, not at all. Pile them on. Bye. Leroy, how about taking a few of these packages? Sorry, uncle, I've got to go too. What? Remember, I promised. I did? Well, all right, go ahead. Old Uncle Mort will go home along. And, unky, thanks for getting me those cords and that flight jacket. You're a swell guy, and you deserve a great big kiss. Never mind, Leroy. Just run along. So long. I hope I can make it to the parking lot. Children, they're wonderful. But I'm glad I only have to raise two. The way prices are now, one more would put me in the poor house. Hmm, parking lot is doing all right, though. Now, where did I leave my cup? There it is in that row over there. Autostate license. I made it. Now, if I can just get this door open. What's that? That's the wrong car. Let's see. Holding the top dent and the fender jelly on the seat. Yeah, this is my car. How did that baby get in there? Where's that parking attendant? Hey, look what's in the back of my car. On the seat there. Well, what do you know? A baby. Yes, it's a baby, all right. Yes, sir. Cute little baby girl. Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy girl. Oh, look here. I bet you're pretty proud of her, all right. The baby does not belong to me. Somebody left it in my car. Well, what do you know? Wonder who did that? How do I know? Probably some woman's shopper got mixed up. You take that baby right out of there, and you keep it until the mother shows up. Well, Mr. I ain't got time to take care of a baby. I got cars to park. Well, I haven't got time either. Besides, it's your responsibility. Oh, I don't know about that. You found it in your car. Well, it's your parking lot. Look, see that sign up there? Not responsible for things taken out of cars. And that includes babies. Look, you're on your own, Mr. By George is the last time I'll ever come into this parking lot. It's okay with me. And when that mother shows up, you tell her she'll find her baby down at the police station. It serves her right for being so careless. Okay, I'll tell her. Oh, what a day. Everything happens to me. What are you laughing at? We are, baby. This is where you get off. Young to be going to a police station, but don't worry, you won't be here long. Your mom will come and get you. How do you pick a baby up? Come on. Hold still now. Baby, stop wiggling. Baby, you got your little finger in my eye. Must do that. Oh, I forgot your bottle. There. Well, if I can just kick this door closed. There. What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? Oh, you're a heavy little rascal. Oh, my goodness. The bottle's upside down. Got milk all over my shoe. Oh, well, I need to shine anyway. Well, don't worry. Don't worry. Chief Gates will take good care of you. Yeah, there he is. You see him? That fat fellow behind the desk. Oh, Chief. Well, what have you got there, Commissioner? What does it look like? What are you doing? You're looking a little baby sitting on the side? Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Look, Chief, I found... Hey, she's sweet. And look at those little blond curls. Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, coon. Chief. Who's baby is she, Commissioner? I don't know. Why? I found her in a parking lot. Parking lot? Yeah, the mother left her in my car. An abandoned child. Let's not get dramatic, Chief. The mother was probably running around shopping and got mixed up, that's all. Oh, well, she certainly is sweet. Yes, yes. You wouldn't believe this, Mr. Gilder-Sleeve, but I had blonde curls like that when I was a baby. Very interesting. Well, that's a fact. Why, everybody thought I looked like a girl. You've certainly changed, brother. Chief, I gotta be running along. You can just keep that baby here till the mother shows up. Here's her bottle in case she gets... Now, wait a minute, Commissioner. I can't take that baby. Why not? A police station is no place for a baby. You wouldn't want her associating with criminals at her age. Oh, for goodness' sake, she's not going to turn into a pickpocket in one day. I'm sorry, Commissioner, but no can do. That's ridiculous. You always take lost kids to a police station. Not this one. We don't have the proper facilities. What a baby needs is a woman's care. Well, you used to look like a girl. Now, Commissioner, I'll tell you what you do. You just take Babykin's home. Home? Yes, and Birdie can take care of it until you hear from us. The Chief! That's an order from the police department. Goodbye, Mr. Gilder-Sleeve. Goodbye, Babykin. Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, cool. Oh, kitchy, kitchy, cool yourself. The Joker's got to get me out of this. He's supposed to be my lawyer. Yes, I know. You're a nice little baby, but I can't take you home. Baby, how did you guess? Well, I must say that you make a very fetching nursemaid. You can skip the so-called humor, Judge. She's a chubby little youngster. Hello there. Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, cool. Judge, is that all anybody can say? Look, Horace, you've got to help me out. I found this baby. I know, Gilder. I know. Chief Gates just told me. Oh, he did? What am I going to do? I don't see why I should have to take care of her. How do I know when the mother will show up? Keep cool, Gilder. Just sit down and relax. Well, I'll sit down, but I won't relax. Hold still now, Baby. Well, you're my lawyer, Judge. What do I do? I've got that all worked out, Gilder. Well, first of all, let's examine the facts. You gods, get to the point. Well, Gilder, right now the baby is in your possession. I don't need a lawyer to tell me that. And in the legal phraseology of Blackstone, possession is nine points of the law. But you mean I've got to keep the baby? I thought you said you had it all worked out. I have, Gilder. Your worries are all over. I'm going to take the little tyke off your hand. You are? Are you going to keep her? Well, not exactly. Miss Simpson runs a very fine home a few miles out of town. I'll simply put the child in her care until the mother returns. Well, that's wonderful, Judge. I don't know how to thank you, old friend. That's all right, Gilder. That's what friends are for. Your true blue horse. And I'm sorry that I called you horse names in the past, like windbag and old bag of bones. Don't mention it, Gilder. And I'm sorry that I've sometimes referred to you as fatty face. Well, that's all right. Well, guess I'll be going. Here's the baby, Horace. Oh, I can't take her now, Gilder. What? It'll take several days to get her in the home. Several days? Well, they're overcrowded. There'll be forms to fill out. Red tape. So you just take the baby home. Major! Now don't worry, Gilder. It won't take me long. By the time you get her in that home, she'll have a family of her own. Gilder! You old windbag fatty face bag of bones. Now look what you did. Don't cry, baby. Don't cry now. I'm going to take you home. How do I get into these things? The Great Gilder Slave will be back in just a minute. You know, Birdie, the Gilder Slave housekeeper, tells me she isn't settling her ways. She just doesn't get settled about something until she finds out it's really good. That right, Birdie? No change in me when I know something's extra good. I guess you're settled on parquet then. It tastes so good. That's why. It tastes like it should cost twice as much. That's natural, Birdie. Parquet, which costs only about half as much as the most costly spreads, is prepared as carefully as a rare luxury food. Only selected products of American farms are used in making it. That's why parquet has such a sweet, light flavor and makes such a delicious topping for rolls, waffles, pancakes, biscuits, as well as bread. And parquet is as nourishing as it is delicious. Every pound is packed with food value, plus 15,000 units of essential vitamin A. It tastes so good. That's what settled me. Well, most people are like you, Birdie. They like parquet because it's just grand food to eat. Tastes like it should cost twice as much. So, friends, try parquet, the delicious spread that tastes as though it should cost twice as much. P-A-R-K-A-Y parquet margarine, made by Kraft. Well, it's late afternoon now and the Great Gilder Slave still has a little visitor at his house. The little strangers made herself right to the home in the living room. Right now, she's contentedly surveying the world from the bottom of a clothes basket. Hello, little sweetheart. Marjorie, get away from that baby. You've been bothering her all afternoon. Unky, can't I pick her up and hold her just once more? Please, Marjorie, just leave her there in the basket. Maybe she'll go to sleep. All right. Oh, Uncle Mort, I'm going to get married and have a baby girl just like her. I'll go to school first. You have plenty of time to get... That must be Chief Gates. Maybe the mother's turned up. It's about time. Hello? Hello, Mr. Gilder Slave. Hello, Chief. Is the mother down there? No, she hasn't shown up all day. You know what I think, Commissioner? I don't think she's coming back. That's certainly using your head, Chief. Thanks. That's what I get paid for. You've got to do something, Chief. Send your men out and find her. Don't worry, you just sit tight. Sit tight. And, Commissioner... Yes? Give my love to Babykin. Oh, friend, goodbye. Where is that mother? Did they find her yet, Unky? No, not yet. Oh, Unky, couldn't we keep the baby here? Just till mother comes back. Marjorie, you know we can't do that. Why, the mother might not show up for months. Well, I take real good care of it, and you wouldn't have to do it. Oh, my dear, you know, just get the idea out of your head. The baby will be a lot better off in that fondling home. Besides me... Hi! Leroy, do you have to slam that door? Well, move it out. You should have seen Old Tex clean up those cattle rustlers. Bang! Bang! Leroy! Be quiet, the baby's trying to sleep. Yeah, Old Tex, you're... Baby. This is a baby. Where did it come from? Unky found it in the parking lot. Huh? Just keeping it for somebody. Keeping it for somebody who? I don't know. What? Now, Leroy, don't ask a lot of questions. You're only going to be here for a day or two. Oh, that's good. Look at her, Leroy. Isn't she a cute little girl? Cute. She looks goofy to me. Oh, she does not. She's beautiful. That little squirt, she looks goofy. Well, when you were a baby, Leroy, you looked pretty goofy yourself. Everybody said I looked just like you, huh? Leroy! You may go upstairs. See, Smartie. No. And you too, Marjorie, but just let the baby sleep now. Oh, all right. Goodbye, little sweetheart. Goodbye, little sweetheart. Oh, you keep still. Well, children. And now I've got three of them. Look, Gil, please. Yes, Bertie? Baby, all right. It seems to be fine. Well, I'm getting her next feeding ready. Oh, I guess you must have heard me. Look at her. Yeah. Mr. Gil, please. Isn't that the prettiest little thing you ever saw? Yeah, she sure is. By the way, Bertie, there's no sign of the mother yet. Oh, that's a shame. Looks like we may have to keep the baby for a few days. Oh, that's nice, Mr. Gil, Steve. I was going to hate to see her go. Far as I'm concerned, we could just keep her here forever. Well, we couldn't do that, Bertie. I'm afraid we're going to have to let the judge put her in that fondling home. Oh. What's the matter? You think that's the best place for her, don't you? Well, if you say so. It was up to me. I wouldn't let that child go to no home. I'd keep her right here with us. But it ain't up to me. It's up to you. But, Bertie, this baby is in our responsibility. You know that. Yes, sir. I know it, but that little baby don't. All she knows is she wants love and affection. But it ain't up to me. It's up to you. But, Bertie. It's up to you. If you got your mind made up to send that poor little thing away, you send her away. It's up to me. It's up to you. No, look, Bertie. It's up to me. She'd stay right here in that clothes basket. But it ain't up to me. But, Bertie. No, sir. It's up to you. I wish it wasn't up to me. Why does everybody have to be so unreasonable? About all I can do to just raise Leroy and Marjorie. Oh, come in. How about you find her? Oh, there she is. In her clothes basket. Isn't she cunning? Yes, she is. Oh, look at those pink cheeks. You're just a regular little peach blossom. That's what you is. Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy, kooly. Stockmorten, you're wonderful. Ha. You've taken care of this little wave. Well... Yes, indeed. Why, you're a knight in shining armor. I am? Yes, Sarita. I can just see you rescuing that little child and riding away on your white horse. Well, not a horse, exactly. Just my old Studebaker. Oh, it's wonderful that you've taken this little bundle of heaven into your home. Well, it's just for a few days. Too bad you're not going to keep her longer. That'd be so much fun for us. Fun, um, um, for us? Of course, silly. I could come over in the evening and help your baby sit. Hmm. You would? And we could kitchy-koo the baby together. Well, and maybe after the baby's asleep, we could sit on the sofa and do a little kitchy-kooing ourselves. Oh, you. Maybe we could start tonight, Adeline. Drockmorton. Yes. You know, I just thought of something. What's that? After a while, maybe we'd get so used to the baby we'd want to keep it for our very own. Huh? We'd have to go through some silly little formalities like a marriage ceremony. Marriage ceremony? Why, yes. Drockmorton, where are you going? Down to Peabies. You get some cough, sir, for the baby. The baby isn't coughing. Don't want to take any chances. Goodbye. So, Mr. Gillisley? Mr. Gillisley? Yes. Rock-a-bye, baby, on the treetop. What? When the wind blows the craze. Peabee, do you have to sing that song? Well, it seems rather appropriate than the view of your little visitor. Uh-huh. According to the judge, she's quite an attractive little tot. Yeah. Okay, there's nothing can get under your skin like a baby can. Like a baby can. That's the little witticism they sometimes call baby. Baby can. I know, Peabee. Well, I thought that was rather humorous. Yeah. Baby can, baby can. All right! You know, Peabee, people can be awfully unreasonable sometimes. Yeah, some people can, I guess. Just because I found this baby, everybody thinks I ought a keeper. Now, let me ask you something. Suppose you'd found this baby in a parking lot. Oh, that couldn't happen to me, Mr. Gillespie. Why not? I never go to a parking lot. I'll always park in the alley and save a quarter. But say you did find this baby and you took it home. Now, what would you do? Well, first of all, I'd have to explain it to Mrs. Peabee. Can't you leave Mrs. Peabee out of this? Mr. Gillespie, you don't know Mrs. Peabee. Well, tell me just one thing. Would you keeper or send her away? Oh, Mrs. Peabee? No! I came in here. Peabee, you're a big help. Well, no, I wouldn't say that. I wouldn't either. I'll figure this out for myself. Mr. Gillespie, if you really want my advice. Yes, Peabee? After this, I'd park my car in the alley. Oh! That's pretty. Got some news for you. Gonna make you mighty happy. Oh, yeah? What's that? The judge phoned. Said he fixed things for the baby to go to that home. Tonight. He did? Yes. Coming over to get her right now. Well, that's fine. Yes. Where's Marjorie? Up in her room. She don't feel so good. Oh, Al, she'll get over it. This is the best way, Bertie. Yes, if you say so. It ain't up to me. It's up to you. Well, I'll be glad when this is over. Better make sure the baby's ready. That's good. Baby, I don't suppose anybody's told you, but you're going away to a nice home. You won't mind that, will you? Of course not. You'll meet a lot of other little babies there, too. You'll have lots of fun. You are cute. Baby, you understand, don't you? You know, I don't want to send you away. But it's for your own good. And you'll be happy there, too. In a day or two, you'll forget all about us. Won't you? I wish you wouldn't look at me like that. Well, you've got to get ready. Let me tie you a little bonnet. Oops. Say, that's my thumb you got there. Let go now. Let go. Look at those little fingers. They're so tiny. Let go now. Yes, that's the judge. Afternoon, Judge. Hello, Bertie. Is the lady all ready? Yes, but she's in the living room. Well... Well, baby, I guess it's time for you to go. Well, hello, Geldé. Hello, Judge. Well, if I do say so myself, I handled this matter with a great deal of speed and dispatch. I knew you were in a hurry, so... Yes, Judge, I appreciate it. Thank you. Well, is the little infant all ready? Yes. And I better get started. If you'll just hand it to me. Judge, you're sure the home isn't too overcrowded now? Oh, no. All the arrangements are made. Miss Simpson has an empty crib waiting. Oh, she has, huh? Well, don't you think you ought to wait a little morning, Judge? It's getting a little chilly out. Now, don't worry, Geldé. I'll bundle her up. Well, come on. Give me the baby. Well, I can't. She won't let go of my thumb. What's the matter with you? Look out. I'll pick her up. There you are, baby. Well, now, Geldé. Bye. Goodbye, baby. Give me that baby. What? Don't argue with me. Give her back to me. Come on, baby. You see, she doesn't want to go with you. She wants to stay here with me, don't you, baby? But, Geldé, Miss Simpson's expecting her. What about that empty crib? Miss Simpson can put you in the empty crib, you old goat. Geldé, you're an old baker. Well, maybe I am. Gitchy, gitchy, gitchy, goo. She's got my thumb again. Geldé's later Miss Hill Ward will be back again very soon. It's only when you try it that you really know how good parquet tastes. Yes, when you try parquet margarine on hot muffins, waffles, biscuits, pancakes, as well as bread, you can tell it's been prepared like a rare luxury food. For parquet, tastes like a luxury. Tastes as though it should cost twice as much. Parquet is nourishing and fortified with 15,000 units of essential vitamin A. It's economical. Costs only about half as much as the most costly spreads. But most important, parquet tastes so good. Tastes as though it should cost twice as much. As for parquet, P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet margarine made by Kraft. Ah, yeah. Come on now, give Uncle Throckmorton a great big smile. That's right. You better get started, now you're going to be late for work. Oh, yes, I guess I will. And on the way home tonight, would you mind stopping at Hogan Brothers and getting a few things? Hogan Brothers, I just went shopping there. Yes, but you got an addition to the family now and she needs a lot of things. Here's the list. Oh, thanks. Let's see here. Crib, two blankets, six night shirts, and baby dresses. No babies were so expensive. Oh, well, what the heck? They're worth it. That's where my money goes. Good night. A lot of tang. As for Kraft, prepared mustard. This is NBC.