Leave It to Beaver Page #5

Yes, tell us about

your first day of school.

Oh, yeah, school.

I rode my bike there.

My teacher's name is Miss Landers.

She was real nice, but they always are

on the first day so you don't freak.

Then the bell rang and I got on

my bike and left and, uh--

Now I'm talking to you.

May I be excused?

What about after school?

After school?

Uh, what did we do

after school, Wally?

Well, I picked him up on his bike,

just like you told me to.

And then we just did...

stuff.

Yeah, Dad, we did stuff.

Well, what kind of stuff?

Well-- Hey, Mom,

can I have some broccoli?

Are you sure that's all

that happened today?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Right, Beav?

Boys, there's something

bothering you, isn't there?

No, Dad.

Why do you say that?

Well, for one thing,

you hate broccoli.

All right, I'm going to ask you again.

This time I want an honest answer.

Did something happen that you

don't want us to know about?

Yes.

Well?

What was it?

I'm on the football team, and I'm going

to be a doctor, maybe even in Africa.

Beaver.

My bike got "stoled."

Stole?

How could this happen?

You've only had that bike

for five days!

Actually, it's only been four.

Dad, I'm sorry! Honest!

Well, "sorry" isn't gonna bring

back your bicycle, is it?

Or your Ken Griffey Junior

rookie card.

Or your Game Boy.

I'm not even gonna

mention the garage.

Ward, the garage

was not Beaver's fault.

All right, fine.

You're right, dear.

What bothers me is that you have no

respect for your personal possessions.

- Do you?

- No, sir.

- How can you say that?

- I thought that's what

you wanted me to say.

- Ward.

- This is another example

of what happens...

when you're not paying attention,

isn't that right, Wally?

But, Dad,

I didn't do anything.

Exactly. Weren't you supposed to be

looking after your brother today?

- Yeah--

- Well, where were you

when all this happened?

Inside the soda shop

havin' a shake with Eddie.

Oh! Fine! Fine!

We looked everywhere

for it, Dad!

We really expected

a lot more from you, Wally.

Boy, parents are weird, huh?

I mess up, and

they get even madder at you.

[ Groans ] Hey--

[ Groans ]

What did ya shove me for?

I'm sick of always

baby-sitting ya.

I'm sick of ya

following me around.

"Hey, Wally, can I come?

Can I play too? Can l, Wally?"

- Shut up!

- Make me, fart breath!

- That's it. I'm telling.

- No! You're not!

- [ Beaver Screams ]

- You know what bothers me?

When something like this happens, why

do they feel they have to cover it up?

Maybe they were afraid

you'd fly off the handle without

giving them a chance to explain.

You didn't disappoint them,

did you?

- [ Grunts ]

- [ Grunting ]

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