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Leroy is getting ready for school, Bertie is bustling about the kitchen, and the water commissioner is gingerly picking his way about the house like a pedestrian in heavy traffic. Right George, I could use another hour's sleep. I wonder why the twins have to wake up at five o'clock every morning. Isn't that little Ronnie? Marjorie just after breaking and yelling through my keyhole like a Comanche Indian. Oh brother, well I guess I can't blame Ronnie if he had the Comanche for a father. Now where's my other shoe? What are you shouting about? Just trying to make myself heard above the roar of the family. You did. Where's my other shoe? When the work downstairs. Oh my goodness, the shoe's as big as she is. I've got it for you. Oh fine, now I'll go shave. You can't. Huh? I'm fine. I'll get my razor and brush and shave in the laundry. You'll be in there all day. I thought you'd caught your toe in the drain. No, I was singing. Well, would you mind handing me my razor and shaving brush? Your brush? Yeah. Mr. Gildersleeve, a funny thing happened to your shaving brush. Oh? You know that kitchen table Marge and I were shellacking to go in our new house? Yeah. Well, a little Ronnie was helping us out. Before we knew what he was using, just what he dipped in the shellax. You didn't say you ever saw. Oh well. What's a genuine Wisconsin badger brush? I've got it soaking in turpentine. Do you want it? No. No, I'll shave some other time. Sorry, Mr. Gildersleeve. It's a good thing I'm even tempered. Some people would let a morning like this upset them. Thank you, Leroy. Hey, what's this on it? Seems little Ronnie was shining it with turpentine. And I guess what he was using for a brush. Don't tell me, Leroy, I know. This morning, didn't it? Well, that's what happens when you've got a lot of people living in the same house. Yeah. Too many, huh? I didn't say that, Leroy. Leroy there at the table. Well, good morning, Auntie. Good morning, Marge. Well, Mr. Gildersleeve, I beat you to the table. So I see. Oh, you didn't shave. Well, I'm afraid our son's responsible for that, Marge. Ronnie? Yeah, he dipped Mr. Gildersleeve's shaving brush in the shellac. Oh, that little pixie. Pixie, I'd shellac him. What's this, Leroy? I said I'd shellac him. Why, Leroy, that's not all I do around here. No, Leroy. Leroy, I don't think what Ronnie does concerns you. Yeah, I was here before he was. Before you were, too. No, just a minute, Leroy. I was here before either one of you. This is no way to start today. We're all just one big happy family. Ha! Of course there's a certain amount of give and take with people living elbow to elbow the way we do. Poor Auntie. We'll soon be able to move into our own house. Yeah, I just have two more rooms to paper and we'll be out of your hair. You bronco. Don't get the idea we're pushing you. You've never inconvenienced me, my boy. Now, where's my breakfast? Bertie! Mama Gillesley! Good morning, Bertie. My breakfast's ready. Well, there was only two eggs left, Mr. Gillesley, so I'm fixing you and Leroy something else. No eggs, huh? Oh, Bertie, was that Auntie's plate I brought out? Yes, ma'am. Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie. Bronco came down ahead of you, so I must have given him your breakfast. But... Am I eating Mr. Gillesley's breakfast? Oh, well, I don't care. I'd rather suffer through breakfast at Phoebe's and sit there and watch Bronco eat my eggs. The man can only stand so much in one morning. Hello, Phoebe. Hello, Mr. Gillesley. What can I do for you this morning? Give me some eggs, Phoebe. I haven't had breakfast. I want a couple of eggs. How's the quickest way you fix them? Well, I didn't even malted milk again. Phoebe, a cold malted milk is my idea of a breakfast. Well, I can serve you a hot cup of coffee in one minute. Coffee in a mall. Look, Phoebe, will you just fry the eggs? Yeah, yeah. Certainly I'm having trouble getting breakfast this morning. Why didn't you eat at home? That's where my trouble started. You know what I say. You don't know what I went through this morning. Twins woke me up, Bronco hobbed the bathroom, ate my breakfast. I'm just beginning to realize it will be better for everybody when they move to their own little home next door. Well, Mr. Gillesley, a house without a family can get pretty lonely. I wouldn't know. Phoebe, you don't know what I've been putting up with. Well, when Mrs. Phoebe bought the parrot, I thought I was putting up with a lot. Every time I came home, that bird would yell at me, Hello, Doc! Hello, Doc! Hello, Doc! I got pretty sick of it. Well, that's understandable, Phoebe. When the parrot got defundant, and Mrs. Phoebe took him to the vet for a couple of days. Oh, it was amazing how quiet and lonely it was around the house. You may not believe this, but when that parrot came back, I welcomed him like a long-lost brother. May I have my eggs, please? Yeah, yeah, come on now. Yes, Mr. Gillesley, you'll be a lonely man when your folks move. How'd you like to have a parrot for company? Phoebe, you don't want to give up your parrot again. You don't want to give up your parrot again? You don't want to give up your parrot again? Maybe I can sneak a little nap before dinner. Just in case those twins wake me at five again in the morning. Hey, Aunt! Hello, Leroy. You know, Marge and Bronco are moving over to their new house. They are. They started this afternoon. Hello, Mr. Gillesley. Well, Bronco, moving so soon? Yeah, we thought we might as well. You know how it is, it's our first home. Oh, it's livable. Marge and I'll have a picnic fixing it up. Pardon me, Mr. Gillesley? Oh, yes. I was standing in the door one night. Oh, Bronco! Thank you, Leroy. Can I give you a hand, Bronco? No, thanks. We don't have much to move. See you around, neighbor. Oh, yes. See you around, neighbor. Somebody didn't tell me. Oh, well, kids are impetuous. Good evening, Mr. Gillesley. Birdie, what's the matter? They're moving. Oh, Birdie, let's not take it that way. No, sir. Miss Marge is moving. Mr. Bronco is moving. Them two little twins are moving. They're all moving. I know, Birdie, but we've known for a long time that moving day would come. And it's coming. They're moving. Well, Birdie, it's every family's dream to have their own home. It'll mean more comfort and more room for all of us, especially them. Miss Marge has been here since she was a little girl. Birdie's going to miss her, Mr. Gillesley. Where's Birdie? Well, that's life, Birdie. She has her own little brood now. She needs a nest of her own. Now she has it. This is happy moving day. Yes, but she's going to leave an aching void. Where is she, Birdie? I don't know whether she's over at the house or up in her little room. All I know is she's going to leave an aching void. Well, I'll go up and see if she's in her little room. Birdie's in time to be a little emotional about these little things. Perfectly natural for Marjorie and Bronca to want to be by themselves. One more room. Same as Leroy and I, need more room here. Marjorie! Marjorie? Yeah, I guess she isn't here. I wonder if they've taken the twins over yet. Birdie! Linda! Baby! Hmm. Room's empty. Sounds like an aching void. She left her little room. Miss Gilles, please. She's not here. Nobody. She's gone. Something wrong? Not a thing. Why should there be? Is it a happy moving day? The Great Gilded Sleeve will be back in just a moment. With warm weather on its way, naturally you'll be serving more salads than usual. So I'd like to tell you about the easiest way I know to add new delicious flavors to your salad. That's to vary the salad dressings. Make your own dressings with Kraft salad oil. Just to show you how easy it is, Kraft is attaching a recipe folder of six sparkling French dressings to every bottle of Kraft salad oil. Recipes like cranberry French dressing that gives color and tartness to cottage cheese. 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Now, Pangs of Conscience assailed the water commissioner because he's afraid he made it a little too plain for him. Mr. Gilded Sleeve. Yes, Buddy. May I have a word with you? Come on in, Buddy. Thank you, sir. It's on your mind, Buddy. Mr. Gilded Sleeve, I know you're upset about Miss Marjorie and Mr. Braco moving so soon, but you didn't call them to move out. You don't think so, Buddy? No, sir. They were going to move anyway as soon as they could get in. Now, where would you get that feeling? All you did was complain about the twins waking you up at 5 o'clock but you did that every morning. Yeah, I guess I did. So you didn't give them no push? Of course you let Mr. Braco know you was a little upset about having to shave in the laundry tub but that's natural. I hope he thought so. And you certainly couldn't call it pushing when Mr. Braco ate your breakfast by mistake and you stomped out. Well, I shouldn't have done that. Say, Mr. Gilded, you did give them kind of a push, didn't you? Boy, how can you say that? We're losing part of our little family. We're just moving next door. Even so. Don't you feel a pang of regret? Well, I thought I felt a pang this morning but guess I just ate too many pancakes. I didn't get any eggs for breakfast either. Please, my boy, let's not mention eggs. It just reminds me how rude I was to Braco. Ah, stop blaming yourself. But I'll make it up to it. I hear him coming downstairs now with another load. I'll help him move. Oh, Braco. Oh, hello, Mr. Gildersley. Braco, you know I'm sorry to see you go, don't you? Oh, yeah, sure. But if you must, I'd like to be of some help. Well, thank you, but... You've been working pretty hard. You want to sit down, let me carry that load. Mr. Gildersley, this isn't heavy. It's nothing but my old collage angle and some coat hangers. Well, isn't there anything else to bring down? No, I think that just about does it. Now, don't worry yourself about it. Well, I want to worry myself about it. I insist on doing something. Well, if you insist on carrying something, there's a yardstick propped in the window upstairs. You could bring that over. Is that all? Well, I think Braco didn't have much furniture to move on. Well, sorry I didn't offer to help earlier. Oh, thank you, Mr. Gildersley, but you've done enough. Ever since we've been here, you've been most kind. Thank you, Braco. Glad you feel that way. Of course, there is one favor we've kind of hesitated to ask of you. Your favor? Well, what is it? Go ahead and ask me anything at all. You know that big picture of you upstairs? The one hanging my room? Yeah, well, I'd like to take that over to our new house. You would. My boy, it's yours. You go ahead and take it. Thanks, Mr. Gildersley. I'll carry it over later. Well, Leroy, I guess you heard that. Yeah? Braco has no ill-feeling toward me. He wants my picture. Yeah, I heard him tell Mark he had to have it. Well, what a devoted son-in-law. In moving, you knocked the plaster off a wall and your picture's the only one big enough to cover the hole. Oh, my goodness. Braco covered the hole with my picture all right. But I don't mind. At least he didn't turn my face to the wall. Yeah. They won't admit it. But I still think they're upset with me. Yeah, Judge Hooker. Hello, Judge. I wonder what he's doing with a rocking chair in the back of his car. If you're walking home, I'll give you a lift. Can't you see I'm walking in the other direction? Come to think of it, you are. What are you so down in the mouth about? Judge, Marjorie and Braco are moving. I know. I'm driving over to give them this rocking chair for their house. Oh, that's nice of you. But I thought it was your favorite chair. It was. But you might say I'm off my rocker. Silly old ghost. Marjorie and Braco need furniture, so I decided to start one of their rooms with my rocker. Oh? And perhaps I can add an item from time to time. Hey, that's a good idea, Judge. Of course I won't suggest it, but someday they may see fit the Judge Hooker Room. Judge Hooker Room. Why didn't those kids ask me for furniture? You mean they didn't? Well, they asked me for my picture. Your picture? Why? To hang in the yard to scare the crows away? No, Judge. Hey, by George, I think I will ride back home with you. Well, hop in, Gelder. Come to think of it, they hardly have anything in their living room. But I'll fix that. I'll give them some furniture. Well, I can lift anything my sacroiliac can. Fine. I'll call P. We'll get it all done this afternoon. I'll square things with the kids. Are you on the outs with Braco and Marjorie? Yeah, I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances. We can't deprive you of any more furniture. No, Marjorie. You take the flower bowl off the end table. Oh, thank you, Anki, but we don't have anything to put it on. We'll take the table. Here on, Braco. Take it up. You kids need it. Mr. Gelder Sleeve, you mustn't do this. You're being too nice to us. No, not at all. Aunt Willie wants you to have these things, Braco. You bet. Now, what are you going to do about a rug for your living room, Marjorie? A rug? We'll get one later on. We're saving for a good one. You will take mine until you get yours. The twins need a rug to roll on. But Mr. Gelder Sleeve... And your young friends will be dropping in to see your new house. You want to be proud of it. You will take the wood floor. You will take the couch. Merely and I don't want it marring up our floor, do we, Leroy? I guess not. We shouldn't do it, Mr. Gelder Sleeve. If you don't, Braco, we'll bring it over anyway. As soon as PB and the judge come back from the last load. Well... And Marjorie, you've always admired the andines and brassed green in front of the fireplace. Take them along. But, Mr. Gelder Sleeve, your fireplace won't look right. What the heck? Take the fireplace. You mustn't give us so much. No, no, I insist. Now load up and scoot. All right. But it'll only be until we get our thing. And Uncle Mort, you're a deer. I'm taking the table, Marge. You bring the flour bowl. All right, Braco. I'll bring the fireplace. All right, George. If I do say so myself, nobody can stay on the outs with me very long. Yeah, there. You're editing the outs for PB and me to carry over. Oh, yes, Judge. The parlor rug. The rug? Mr. Gelder Sleeve, I was just thinking. What, PB? It might have been easier for you to move next door and let Marjorie and Braco stay here. All right, PB. Get hold of the rug. Man, roll it up first. I can't roll it up or you're standing on it. No, no, wait a minute. Wait a minute, fellas. Let's grab the couch first. Come on, PB. Get hold of the couch. Get hold of the rug. Get hold of the couch. You're now. We'll lift everybody. PB. Are you listening? Yeah. This way, man. I'll hold the door open. We finally got them set. At last, Marjorie and Braco have their own little home. Well, everybody will be more comfortable. That's for sure. Yeah, you can start shaving in the bathroom again. You bet. Gelder, let's go in, Leeroy. I'll see you, Uncle. You are now entering Bachelor's Heaven. Yeah, Bachelor's Heaven. You're very good, my boy. Yeah. Yeah, I'm blessed. Let's go in the pot. Sure. Let's go in and take off our shoes. Well, Marjorie isn't here to tell us not to. Yeah. It'll be empty. It does sound a little empty, doesn't it? Gosh, it should. I mean, listen, here's the piano. Well, let's sit on the piano bench, Leeroy. Relax. Okay. Oh, this is it. Yeah. Nice and quiet, isn't it? It sure is. No screaming twins. Not much of anything. This is living, huh? Well... You know, tonight at dinner we'll have the table all to ourselves. Oh, I hadn't thought of that. You can sit at one end and I'll sit way down at the other end. Well, if you wish. There'll be several vacant places to choose from. Yeah. I'm second thought. I think I'll come down and sit close to you. Good idea, my boy. We have to stay close together for an hour. Yeah. We've got a lot of work to do. Go off and leave us after all we've done for them. No, Leeroy. This happens when children go up. Yeah? Just have to face it. We've lost them. They'll go away from us from now on. Leading their own busy lives. Your old won't be that bad. Families get together once in a while. Yeah. I guess they'll be over for their Christmas presents. Well, they should be back before then. My birthday's in July. I wonder if they'll remember it. No, we can't count on anything else. Marjorie! Come on, Leeroy. May I come in? You, Beck. We were just talking about you and Bronco. Yeah, we take back everything we said. Good luck. Let's go in the dance. Well, for a moment. I just came for a cup of sugar. Oh. Come in, Bronco. She's here. She just came to borrow a cup of sugar. She doesn't need any sugar. She doesn't? Marge, you know you've got ten pounds in the kitchen. Well, I... 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