Dennis the Menace Page #4

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We did a pretty good job.

Uh-huh.

Now we can order furniture

and major appliances.

Well, Dennis...

- your mother did not arrive.

- Nope.

This is an important event for me.

I know.

I don't want any nonsense.

You mind whatever manners you have

and don't be a pest.

Okay.

Don't embarrass me.

Okay.

Cheek pinchers.

Look at the cute little boy.

Are you our little host?

The party's in the back.

Ladies, girls, the party's in the back.

Thank you very much.

It's just this way, thank you.

Don't embarrass me.

Attention, everyone.

Gather over here, please.

Have a seat.

It's time to begin the ceremony.

All right, members, don't be timid.

Move down front. Plenty of seats.

Either side, either side.

"On behalf of the Garden Club...

"Selection Committee.

- "We'd like to present..."

- "George Wilson."

"With this beautiful..."

What does that say?

"Plague." What does that mean?

- Here, let me have your glasses.

- No. I...

"Plaque." Come on up, George.

Thank you, everyone. I am honored.

I will cherish this forever.

Forty years ago...

when I started this garden,

I planted a seed.

From that tiny seed...

grew this grand plant.

Tonight...

for the first and only time

in its entire life, it will blossom.

As we await this glorious moment...

Martha and I invite you

to have some dessert and coffee.

Congratulations.

George, would you bring the coffee?

George, don't start, George.

Could you get somebody

to come and clear this away?

I made a mistake.

Mr. Wilson!

Somebody robbed your house.

Forty years down the drain.

You're a pest.

A menace.

A selfish, spoiled little boy

and I have no use for you.

You took something from me

that I can never get back.

Something that means more to me

than you ever will.

You understand?

I don't want to see you.

I don't want to know you.

Get out of my way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.

Party's over, everybody. Go on home.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God!

Where's Dennis?

Joey hasn't seen him all night?

Okay.

Well, if he shows up, please call me.

'Bye.

- Did you call the Wades?

- Yes.

But that's the last place he'd go.

Don't you ever come back here again.

He's a menace.

Turn that off!

Don't make a pest of yourself

and don't embarrass me.

I don't want to know you.

I don't want to see you.

Get out of my way.

These woods are pretty scary at night.

I'm sure glad I ran into a grownup.

It'll work out real nice.

- You can be my hostage.

- Cool!

I can only be your hostage till tomorrow.

I have church in the morning.

You ain't going to church.

You and me are catching

the midnight train out of here.

Really?

We better stop at my house first.

I have to tell my mom and dad...

or else they'll worry.

And I must get clean underwear

and my camera...

and tell my parents to feed my fish...

some sun block...

and vitamins and stuff to play with

on the train so I don't get bored.

Put a cork in it.

You're giving me a headache.

I don't have a cork.

Shut your mouth!

I can't because my nose is stuffy

because of my allergies.

If I shut my mouth, I can't breathe good.

Then keep your mouth open,

but don't talk!

Where do you put the cork

when you put a cork in it?

Didn't I ask you to shut your yap?

What's a yap?

It's your mouth.

I can't shut my mouth

because my nose is stuffy.

Shut up!

I have one more question.

What?

What does a hostage have to do?

Nothing.

How come you need one?

In case the cops show up.

Do I get to use a gun?

You get to stand in front of me

if the cops use a gun.

I've got a slingshot.

Swell.

I'm a good shot. Want to see?

Excuse me, mister. Do you want to see?

Mister, can you watch me for a minute?

I'll tell you when to look.

Look!

Your fire's getting puny.

When my dad's fire gets puny,

he wiggles it around and it gets bigger.

Dennis!

Dennis!

I'm sorry

you're not having a very fun camping trip.

Nobody shoots a marble at my head...

and sets my pants on fire.

That was an accident.

There ain't going to be no more accidents!

Turn around!

You're doing it wrong.

Get lost.

I tied up lots of guys in my life.

I bet you've never tied up a 5-year-old.

I'll just get out.

I'll tie it so tight

you won't be able to move.

The rope's too big and my legs are

too small to make it tight enough.

There's only one way to do it

and I know because...

many people have tried to tie me up

but it doesn't work.

But you try your way.

I'll get out

and you'll just have to keep doing it.

What do you do differently?

First, you must tie up each leg by itself.

Then you tie them together.

No matter how much I wiggle,

I can't ever get out.

If you really don't want me

to move at all...

Bend down.

You can't get out of that at all, right?

Nope.

You tie me up like that, no matter

how much I try, I can't ever get out.

Thanks.

- Now let me loose.

- Okay.

Get the handcuff key.

- Where is it?

- On my bag.

What?

Dennis!

Dennis!

I'm going to kill you.

How? You can't move. Open up.

I ain't hungry!

It's the only way to get the key.

You can't waste food.

Plus, you must eat your dinner.

Come on.

Come on.

It's coming.

Too hot?

You must have swallowed it.

I swallowed my allowance once.

I had to wait a whole night and a day

to get it back.

Dennis!

Firewood. Bombs away!

Poor little lamb.

He must be exhausted.

I better cover him up

so he doesn't catch his death of cold.

There we go.

What's he got a purse for?

Holy smokes!

He's rich!

Don't worry, I got it!

I got it! I got it!

Dennis!

I've lost the only man I ever loved.

I'll get you out of there.

You shouldn't jump in a river

with handcuffs on, for God's sake!

You could drown.

Hold on. I'm coming.

Hey, mister!

Good thing I know a lot about ropes, huh?

That's my boy!

Mr. Wilson taught me how to tie knots.

When I get you out, I'm going to bed.

I'm beat.

It must be all the fresh air.

Hold on, I'm coming.

There you go. Now just pull yourself in.

This is Mr. Wilson's gold.

- How come you got it?

- I stole it.

You're a robber?

I'm a thief.

Say your prayers, little rat!

I can't. I didn't take my bath yet.

Have it your own way.

Martha!

Mitchell!

Hey, Mr. Wilson!

- Guess what?

- What?

I got your gold back.

Dennis!

Mom! Dad!

Oh, sweetheart! Thank God, you're okay.

Help.

This is my buddy. This is my pal.

Wait a minute.

You can tell everybody at the big house

you met our Dennis Mitchell.

All right. Let's wrap it up.

Mister.

You forgot something.

Dennis!

I like that rhubarb pie that Martha makes.

- Wonderful dinner.

- Thank you, Henry.

Alice, your coffee.

Guess what?

I won't have to travel anymore.

That's nice.

They want me to work on the project here.

They agreed to start a daycare center

so I can take Dennis with me to work.

That's ridiculous!

What the heck's he going to do all day?

Don't be foolish.

We're right next door. We can watch him.

Well, of course. We'd love to.

I don't think...

I mean, you must remember back

to all the times Dennis upset you.

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