mr. krinkie, dad. mr. krinkie got the news from my newspaper. oh? sure. he said it was real interesting, so he put it in his newspaper, too. isn't that swell? well, i don't know. i suppose. you're sure that's what mr. wilson said, are you, son? i mean, he did say-- sure, mom asked me that last night. that's exactly what he said. me and tommy both heard him. imagine wilson trying to recapture his flaming youth. [laughter] well, if i had a raccoon coat, i'd certainly sell it to him. i'm goin' over to see good ol' mr. wilson now. i wanna ask him how he liked my newspaper. all right, dear, but don't stay too long. you wanna put the paper in the house, george? oh, that thing. after the way, krinkie neglected me yesterday; i ought to throw this into the trash can. dennis: hi, mrs. wilson. good morning, dennis. you're all dressed up. are you going somewhere? just a little trip to the city. we'll be home around 4:00 if anyone asks for us. dennis, we're in a hurry now so if you'll excuse us-- i just want to ask you how you like the mr. wilson news, mr. wilson. the

mr. krinkie by 9:00 am, he'll give us a full page of publicity in tomorrow's paper. you may tell the members of the garden club, mr. timberlake, that george wilson will be alert and vigilant. now, tonight, when this shy flower feels the darkness and slowly unfolds its rare beauty to the unappreciative night, i shall be here with flashbulb and camera ready to preserve it for posterity. oh, you mean-- that's right. oh, me? oh, mr. timberlake. a member of the judging committee. oh my. [music] here's your nerve medicine, george. oh, thank you, martha. yes, i'll need it to calm down. this is the most exciting project. i'm sure it is. well, it means a lot to the garden club. of course it does. and you notice, my dear, i'm leaving nothing to chance. i'm using two cameras. you always were thorough. well, that's the mark of a successful photographer. so, if everything goes smoothly and something doesn't come out of-- dennis: hi, mr. wilson. --left field. hello, dennis. dennis, now, don't you come any nearer. you stand right where you are. okay, mr. wilson. you can take my pict

mr. krinkie says it has to be newsworthy. who's mr. krinkie? he runs the neighborhood paper that comes out every saturday. that's tomorrow, and i gotta get your picture in it. you mean to tell me you've even been to the newspapers? sure. it comes out tomorrow, and i gotta get your picture in it. dennis, i wish you'd cut it out. this is the first time i've been able to take two or three days off in over a year, and i'm not gonna waste the time trying to find some way to become a hero. but dad-- dennis, that's enough. men don't control fate. if fate wants to make me a hero, it can do it just as easily while i'm taking a nap in the hammock. yeah, dad. i guess you're right. hi, tommy. boy, i'm so mad i think my head is gonna pop. what's the matter? coming over here, i saw that dumb old johnny brady. you know what he's saying now? he's saying the reason his dad could grab that little kid out of the street is because he was an all american football player. boy, he's always bragging. i'm gonna fix him with this. what are you gonna do with it? i'm gonn