 The craft food company presents Willard Waterman as the great Gildersleeve. Great Gildersleeve is brought to you partially transcribed by the craft foods company. Craft makers of the one and only Miracle Whip salad dressing. We say one and only because there just isn't any other salad dressing like Miracle Whip. Miracle Whip is different and it tastes different. Miracle Whip tastes so good it's become the most popular salad dressing ever created. More Miracle Whip is sold in the next 20 leading brands of salad dressing combined. Try it. Make your salad better tasting with the one and only Miracle Whip. Great Gildersleeve has carefully fostered the idea of keeping his little family close together. Since Marjorie Bronco and their twins moved right next door, it's been a very pleasant situation all around. And this morning Marjorie and Bronco are discussing steps to ensure this harmony. Marge? What is it dear? I've been thinking. Maybe we ought to build a wall between us and Mr. Gildersleeve. A wall? Yeah, or a high fence. Why? He likes the idea of adjoining backyards. We don't want to antagonize him. Well, I'm not trying to antagonize him. Then why put up a wall? Well, I think maybe the twins are bothering him. They're running back and forth like a couple of aunts. Mr. Gildersleeve deserves some privacy. Oh, don't be silly. I've enjoyed them. Yeah, you say that, but they're beginning to get into things. You're so cute. We think they're cute, but your uncle's a bachelor. He's set in his ways. You may not care for a couple of little bulldozers underfoot all the time. Well, I know they spend a lot of time over there, but I never complain. Oh, he gives us that big politician smile of his, but I have a feeling he'd welcome a wall. Let the kids tear up our property. Oh, maybe you're right. And if you're putting in a vegetable garden, I suppose it should be fenced. Yeah, he had to keep the twins out of Mr. Gildersleeve's yard and Mr. Gildersleeve out of my cabbages. Bertie, I see Marjorie's twins are up early and romping about the yard. Yes, sir. They've made a regular pass between their house and ours. They're looking up here at the window now, Mr. Gildersleeve. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Watching for me, I guess. Hello, Ronnie. Hello, Linda. Look at him wave today. They think I'm a great man. Intelligent youngster. Yes, sir. There they go. Right, George, it's a fine thing when a man can have all his family close around him. Yes, sir, that's the way you got it. That's the way I like it. Nothing like living in peace and harmony. Leroy, who are you calling twerk? I'm just a little twerk. Leroy, that's no way to talk about Marjorie's children. Remember, you're their uncle. Well, why not? What have been sweet little dumplings do, Leroy? Yes, sir, sweet little dumplings. Leroy, what did they do? They smeared black paint all over my bike seat. Black paint? Nice patterned. Look at the back of my blue jeans. My land, black and blue jeans. They're constantly painting the grudge. So what did they decide to paint? Good old Uncle Leroy's bicycle seat. I sure hope Miss Marjorie and Mr. Bronco didn't hear you calling them sweet little dumplings, twerk. I hope they did. That'll do, young man. Just in case they did hear you shouting at the twins, I think we should go over and apologize. Apologize? You heard me. Now, March. I won't tolerate distension in the family. For none. March, Leroy. It's okay, but I don't get it. They smeared my bike seat, I sit on it, and then go up with paint on my pants to apologize. Well, now, my boy. There's Bronco out in the back. A big thing out of nothing. Bronco didn't hear me. He wasn't even out in the yard when I chased him home. Yeah, we'll make sure he didn't catch him. Hello, Bronco. Oh, call us together, Sleeve. Leroy? Hi. Bronco, Leroy has come over to make a man. Oh? What for? Didn't you hear what Leroy called the twins this morning? No. What did you call him, Leroy? I called him a couple of times. Leroy! Leroy! Yeah? What did Leroy call the children, Mr. Gildersleeve? Well, if you don't know, we won't have to go into the matter. Now you say that. Leroy! What's this all about? Uh, Bronco, I see you have a tape measure in your hand. Measuring something? Yeah, well, Marge and I have been thinking about building a wall. A wall? Between us? Yeah? Oh, boy! Of course, we were going to talk to you about it, Mr. Gildersleeve. I was just trying to get an idea about how much it would cost. No, Bronco, there's no reason for a wall between our little family. Well, unless, of course, you and Marge really want the wall. Oh, no, no. We were just thinking about you. We realize the twins are getting pretty active and we don't want them annoying anybody. Bronco, what do you say? I can't think of a single case where they've annoyed anybody. Oh, brother. Then you, Leroy? Oh, no, no, they're sweet little dumplings. Well, I still think a wall's a good idea, Mr. Gildersleeve. You know the old saying, a good fence makes good neighbors. But Bronco, we're not neighbors, we're relatives. There's a big difference. I'll say. Well, Mr. Gildersleeve, we wouldn't think of putting up a wall without your permission. If you don't mind, a twin's all over the place. No, indeed. We like to have everybody come and go as they please, and particularly the little tykes. We wouldn't have it any other way. Well, Marge and I will certainly go along with that. Well, that's fine with us, isn't it, Leroy? Sure, friend, let's go home. Well, come over any time, Bronco. Yeah, be seen, you, Mr. Gildersleeve. The old Leroy. Yeah? I think I should tell you, you sat in some black paint. He's telling me. Hey, Mr. Bronco, gonna build a wall, Mr. Gildersleeve? Of course not, Bertie. He was afraid the twins would be coming in nuisance. But I talked him out of that. Well, I hope you talk Leroy out of it. Well, Leroy doesn't understand small children. He lets them annoy him. But they're not mischievous. They just have busy little minds, inquiring little hands. Yes, sir. They're busy, all right. I saw them outside a while ago with their little red wagons. Oh, good. Well, tell Leroy I'll be home early. I'll just kill me. Well, don't see the little rascals. Guess they should get out of home again. Nothing holds a child's interest very long. Oh, what did I step on? Oh? Leroy, it seems I stepped in the twins' little red wagons. Yeah? Are you okay? I guess so. How about that, cluttering up our yard? No, Leroy, let's not get upset about these little things. We've learned to laugh them off. Okay. If you want to laugh it off, sit from there. You want me to help you up? Back to your suit. No. Here, let me brush you off. You did not so hard, Leroy. Well, you picked up a lot of dust. Now, who lined up those tin cans across my driveway? Don't ask me. I'm not going to tell on Ronnie and Linda. Bye, George. I'll kick them back on Bronco's lawn. I hate this boy or whatever they're building. I'll pick this one so far that I'll never find it. Oh! That rock had a cannon. Well, I'm going to get in the car and get out of here before something else happens. You nearly broke my toe. Little fingerprints all over the fenders. Surely it's nice to have little pipes around, huh? Oh, right, Leroy. Pull that garden hose out from under the car before I back up. Okay. I guess the twins are playing with it. The car is flooded. Yeah? Turn it off. Turn it off. Handcuffs full of water. Feet soaked. Ron wanted to Bronco onto a wall. I said, let him have it. I said, let him have it. What was the idea of turning it on again? You trying to drown me? You said to let him have it. I didn't either. I said, let him have it. Oh! Oh, never mind. Oh, what a mess. Come here and help me haul these seats out of the car. How do you like those little brats? Putting a hose in the car. I wouldn't stand for it. I've got to put my foot down. Well, I guess something will have to be done. Climb in and get over the front seat. Let's put it out here in the driveway. Do you want a little twerk? Good grumbling. I'm the one that got wet. You know, I'm lift up on the seat. I'm lifted. You all right? Let's take it on out. Yeah. Well, I'm going over and see if some arrangements can be made. Arrange? All right, you keep your nose out of it. I'll handle this. You get a sponge and bail out the car. I'll be back in a minute. Well, I'm not going to lose my temper. While the car seats are drying in the sun, I'll just drop in and tell Marjorie and Bronco the wall is OK by me. If they ask me why I changed my mind, I'll say I want them to be happy. And I don't have to tell them I want to be happy, too. Shoes are a little soggy. To the left of them and the sun, too. You! Marjorie! Bronco! Anybody home? Thank you, my dear. Shoes are wet. Hey. Well, nothing wrong with the water commissioner wearing wet shoes. Where's Bronco? I have good news for you. You, too. I've been thinking it over, and I want you kids to go right ahead and put up your wall. Oh, really? You bet. The sooner, the better. Oh, that's very nice of you, Auntie. I know Bronco will be pleased. You know, you looked a little unhappy with me this morning. Where is he? Oh, he's working in a vegetable garden. I'll call him. He'll be so glad to hear you approve of the wall. Well, I believe in staying on the good side of your in-laws. Even if it's on the other side of a wall. Last hour. Yes, well, I have news for you. Say, your shoes are wet. I know. What have you been doing, waiting in your reservoir? LAUGHTER Believe it or not, I just opened my car door. Eh. Never mind. I just stopped by to tell you I've changed my mind about the wall. Change your mind. He wants us to go ahead with it. Yep. I knew you'd be happy to know that I think a wall is a good idea. Why? Why? Well, because the... Because the... Ah, you see, honey, your uncle doesn't really think it's a good idea. He's just trying to be nice. Oh, no, I'm not, Bronco. Auntie, are you just trying to please us? No, no, I'm not. I reconsidered and I really think a wall is a good idea, so build it. Oh, no, you aren't very convincing, Mr. Gildersleeve. But, Bronco... You should have seen the strick and look on his face this morning when I mentioned a wall. I wouldn't put a wall between us for anything. Bronco, I insist on that. No, I can see right through you, Mr. Gildersleeve. You can do no such thing. Now go ahead and build a wall. Look at him, hard to get red in the face. What a performance. This is not a performance. I mean it. Oh, Auntie. He's willing to pretend he's angry just because he thinks we want the wall. Well, I want the wall, too. Please. Oh, Auntie, you're so amusing. Well, I do. No, no, you're just saying that. We know you don't want a wall. But don't you worry, we won't build it. But, Bronco... But we appreciate what you're trying to do, Mr. Gildersleeve. Confounded, Bronco. I'm trying to tell you. What a cooperative relative. What a difficult son-in-law. The Great Gildersleeve will be back in just a minute. Most good cooks know that salad dressing really makes the salad. But I wonder if you know which salad dressing, in particular, will give your salad the exceptional goodness you wanted to have. Well, I think you'll find that salad dressing is miracle whip. Miracle whip is simply delicious. It has a flavor that's lively, teasing, and yet not a bit too sharp. Millions of folks say miracle whip tastes just exactly right. And miracle whip has a flavor you won't find in any other salad dressing. Because miracle whip is actually a different kind of salad dressing. It's made from a secret craft recipe that combines the best qualities of old-fashioned boil dressing and fine mayonnaise. 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Yes, especially when they roam over here and fill your car with water. Leroy, that's not the only reason I favor it. I know Marjorie and Bronco wanted that way. Let's remember the wall was their idea. Okay, why don't they put it up? Well, because I went over and told them to. I don't get it. It's simple, Leroy. Bronco suggested it and I said no because I thought they were trying to be nice to him. But when I suggested it, they said no because they thought I was trying to be nice to them. I still don't get it. Who's trying to be nice to whom? Like your uncle says, it's simple, Leroy. Mr. Bronco wanted to put up a wall and Mr. Gilder sleeve didn't. That's right. Then when Mr. Gilder sleeve decided he did, they decided they didn't because they thought Mr. Gilder sleeve didn't when he did, so they didn't. Leroy, the important thing is they're not going to get away with being nicer to me than I am to them. See you later. You're going back over there and argue about who's nicer? You know, I'm going to pee these person's smokes. What can I do for you today? Give me one of my cigars, Pete. Okay, man. Say, give me a couple. Maybe I can get Bronco to smoke one. Maybe you could, if you'd buy better cigars. All right, dude, you just give me my usual brand. Okay, man. Bronco doing you a favor, is he? I'm just trying to get him to put up a wall. He wants to build. How's that? They were going to build a wall between our places until Bronco made up his mind I opposed it. Now, I've got to convince him I'm all for it. Well, sometimes a wall is a good idea. Mrs. Peabody and I discovered that some years ago. Oh? We got along very well with this particular neighbor until one morning I went out to the garden to pick some lettuce. Guess who was already there picking lettuce? Your neighbor? No, a goat. Seems our neighbor got interested in goat's milk, and the goat got interested in our garden, and that's when we got interested in building a wall. You're right, George Peabody. Bronco has a garden. He don't take it. A goat would force his hand. You know where I can get one? The only old goat I know is Judge Hooker. Oh, my goodness. I mean a goat that'll go after a vegetable garden. And the judge has gotten into mine several times. Pretty hard to keep your zucchini with the judge around. Peabody, I'm not going to sick the judge on Bronco's garden. No, no, no. That's a suggestion. Tell you what I can do, though. I can get a few chickens and frighten Bronco into putting up a wall. He wouldn't want chickens in his garden. You do yak to a relative? I'm just trying to be nice to him, Peabody. Actually, if I'm making him build a wall by shooing chickens into his garden, I'll be doing him a big favor. Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well. He went into the driveway pretty fast. I hope the chicken crate didn't bounce out of the truck compartment. You know, they're still there. And now, huh, I get a lot of the crate. The chickens, are you right? You copy the chickens? I bought some chickens home, Bertie. Chickens? I need a little help. Yes, here they are, Bertie, in the trunk compartment. Mr. Guilty, what you going to do with chickens? Well, as a matter of fact, they're going to build a wall. Bertie knows chickens lay eggs, but she never heard of a chicken's land brick. Well, I'll admit it's a sneaky thing to do. But I thought if I got some chickens and turned them loose in Bronco's vegetable garden, he'd go ahead and build that wall he wants. Yes, Mr. Guilty, but you're trying to spot a feud. Of course not. I'm just trying to get some action out of Bronco. Well, chickens should do it. Yeah, I've never seen hungry or looking chickens. Well, I told them, man, I wanted them big and hungry. Now, let's get them out of the car. Yeah, sure. I'll open the crate and you two grab the chickens. Why don't you grab a chicken? I'm opening the crate. Grab the mister. He's looking his eyes. He'd eat the buttons right off my shirt. I'll grab a couple. Oh, good for you, Bertie. Now, come to Bertie. He ain't got eggs, kid. You seem to have a way with chickens. Oh, yes. There's some left, Leroy. I know, but they're way back in the corner of the crate. My little arm isn't long enough to reach them. Leroy, you're just afraid of them. Yeah. Well, I'll get them. Come here, Rooster. Yep. Oh, no, you don't. Yes, you did. He wants to fight. Yeah, chickens. Be nice. There we are. Hold him again so he can't flap his wings, Mr. Guilty. Yeah, I got it. Now he's quieting down. Yeah, sure he's quiet. He just swallowed your elk's food. Oh, my goodness. Let go, Rooster. Oh, just turn the darn things loose, Bertie. Yes, sir. And leave the crate open so it all come out. There they go. They'll find Bronco's guys. Well, heck, they will. They're heading right for your pansy bin. Chickens, get out of my flowers. Come on, Leroy. Let's chase them over to Bronco's. Okay, yes. You know, let them go, Leroy. They'll find the garden by morning. Okay. Just help me herd the Rooster over there. Shoo, Rooster! Oh, yes, and he's coming down right now. I can reach his legs. Come down out of there. Watch those wings. Oh, he knocked my hat off. Gosh, he's a tough one. Well, he'd better watch it. We haven't had the minister over for Sunday dinner in quite a while. Strutting around the places if he owns pushy Rooster. If I wasn't so sure of chasing chickens yesterday, I'd go out there and chase him right out of town. Yes, Leroy? The hands are in Bronco's garden. I mean, it's time they got over there. They ruined my flower bed. Yeah, they'll eat an egg in your hammer. What? Look, I'm having a good breakfast. You can have it. I don't want anything to do with chickens. Oh, look, Uncle's out in the yard now. Good. He'll be putting up the wall now. I'd better go out and push this deal through so I can get rid of the chickens. Okay, I'm going to have birdies cook my eggs. I'll sell Bronco our paper and he dances. Good morning, Bronco. Oh, Mr. Gillers-Leave, I was just about to come over and have a little talk with you. Yeah, something on your mind? I was a little surprised to see the chickens when I came home last night. Chickens? Oh, yes. I didn't know you liked chickens around. Yeah, I love them. Well, Mr. Gillers-Leave, when I saw those chickens of yours, I made a big decision. You did? Yeah. I got on the phone right away and I... Oh, order the materials to build your wall, did you? Oh, no. No, I've always wanted chickens and when I found out you like them, I ordered six crates. Oh, no! You shut up. The great Gillers-Leave will be with us again in just 30 seconds. Nothing goes quite so well. With the hamburgers, we all like so much as really good coleslaw. And to be sure, your coleslaw is at its delicious best. Make it with Miracle Whip salad dressing. Miracle Whip will give it a wonderful flavor, a flavor that's peppy and yet just sharp enough. 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