Bewitched (1964) s07e18 Episode Script
The House that Uncle Arthur Built
[.]
ARTHUR: Ouch.
Ouch! Did you say something, Sam? Uh, no.
No, I didn't.
But he did.
Sammy, how can you hit a man when he's down? [LAUGHS.]
Get it? Pillow, feathers, down? [CACKLES.]
I guess it's true.
Small things amuse small minds.
[CHUCKLES.]
How would you like to pick on somebody your own size? Okay, Digby.
Start picking.
Uncle Arthur, please.
What's it gonna be, fisticuffs? Now, just [CHUCKLES.]
Uncle Arthur, will you cut that out? Oh, Sammy, I'm just jousting with him.
[LAUGHS.]
Sam, tell him to get me out of here.
If I were you, Digby, before I got in the office elevator, I'd, uh I'd check my lance.
[CHUCKLES.]
Uncle Arthur! There you go.
Back to normal, whatever that is.
And to think some people, before they go to work, just have coffee.
Uh, sweetheart, I-it's after 2:00.
You'll be late for your meeting.
Oh, that's right.
What with all the fun and games, I almost forgot.
Uh, aren't you gonna say goodbye? Yes, I am.
Goodbye.
And the next time you drop in, don't.
Watch it, buster.
In a war of wit, you're unarmed.
Sam, this dinner tonight for Mr.
and Mrs.
Rockfield is not social.
It's business.
I know.
And Larry will be coming, so that'll make five for dinner.
[WHISPERS.]
Not six.
Don't worry, sweetheart.
Hmm.
All right, Uncle Arthur.
Let's have it.
Have what? An explanation.
Digby deserved ev Ah, that is not what I'm talking about.
How come you're all spruced up? It's the new me.
Love it or, uh, leave it.
I'm leaving it.
Uh, Sammy, it's all part of the new me.
The simple, carefree, fun-loving, practical-joking Uncle Arthur is gone.
Y-You mean all those stunts you pulled on Darrin were my imagination? Just the last of a long line of memorable funnies.
My glorious transformation can be attributed to one word: Aretha.
Aretha? Aretha, my love, I worship at your feet.
Fly to my side, and make it tout suite.
Arthur, darling, how thoughtful of you to call.
Oh.
[KISS.]
Mmm.
Finger-lickin' good.
Oh Oh, Samantha, allow me to introduce Aretha, the love of my life.
The witch who will soon be.
Mrs.
Uncle Arthur.
Oh, that's marvelous.
Aretha, I'm so pleased to meet you.
Charmed, I'm sure.
I'm sure.
[.]
ANNOUNCER: [.]
[.]
What a quaint little place.
Absolutely charming.
Where's the main house? This is it.
Where do the servants stay? Well, we don't have any servants' quarters, since we don't have any servants.
Oh, sounds like fun.
If my hands weren't so delicate, I would consider trying it myself.
Aretha, my sweetness.
Your loveliness is only surpassed by your understanding.
Oh.
That's not quite the word I would've used.
Sammy, I [CLEARS THROAT.]
Sam, I I think I'd like to talk to you in the kitchen.
Uncle Arthur, what's the matt? Sammy.
For you.
Oh, thank you.
They're beautiful.
Smell them.
[WIND BLOWING.]
[LAUGHING.]
I'm sorry, Sammy.
I just couldn't control myself.
I'm having a lot of trouble myself.
You don't understand.
My problem is Aretha can't stand practical jokes.
They They're below her station.
Oh.
If she knew I were the titan of tricks, the highness of hijinks, the prince of pranks, why, she'd drop me like a hot potato.
How long are you gonna carry on this masquerade? Forever, if necessary.
One of these days, you'll just lose control right in front of her.
Never.
I love her.
The masquerade goes on.
Here we are, my treasure.
Miss me? Arthur, let's talk about our honeymoon.
I do hope we can go to a fun place.
I've been thinking that maybe we could go to India for some elephant polo.
Oh, Arthur, it's so hot in India this time of year, what with all those untouchables milling about the streets.
Arthur, I mean I know a place where you can go.
Thanks, Sammy, but we still haven't run out of our own ideas.
I've got it.
The perfect place to honeymoon.
We'll have complete privacy.
We'll take a trip to the moon on gossamer wings.
What are you doing with those wings on your back? W-Wings? What What wings? Arthur, I would be much happier if you would quit that clowning around.
You, uh, would? U-Uncle Arthur.
I think you would be happier if you'd clown around a little more.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Arthur! Get me out of this ridiculous costume! You You clown! ARTHUR: It takes one to know one.
[LAUGHING CONTINUES.]
Uncle Arthur, I think it's time you stopped clowning around.
Clowning around.
Oh, Sammy, you do have a way with words.
[LAUGHS.]
Arthur, I'm warning you.
Cut out this nonsense.
Uh, oh, all right, killjoy.
Arthur, you are a silly, witless fool.
However, there is one consolation.
I found out in time.
Oh, Sammy.
You're looking at a broken warlock, rejected and shattered beyond repair.
I'd turn myself into a doormat, except the way I feel, I couldn't stand the word "Welcome.
" Oh.
Well, I-in a few thousand years, you will have forgotten all about her.
I know.
But what am I gonna do tonight? [.]
Come on.
Come on.
Give me a hand.
Rockfield will be here any minute.
What's going on? Just a little one-upsmanship.
Putting Rockfield's furniture where it will do the most good right before his eyes.
Where do you want this, Mr.
Tate? Oh, here.
I'll take it, Betty.
Thanks.
[SIGHS.]
The right bait for the right catch.
Okay, Darrin, let's hear your ideas.
He'll be here any minute.
Okay.
But I could have come up with some angles I like better if I'd had more time.
Let me remind you, this is the advertising business.
Whatever you come up with, you love.
[INTERCOM BUZZES.]
Yes? BETTY: Mr.
Rockfield's here.
Show him in.
Ah, ha, ha.
Mr.
Rockfield, good to see you.
Come on in.
Hello, Tate.
Darrin, shake hands with Lionel Rockfield, king of home and office furnishings.
This is Darrin Stephens, the creative mainstay of our team.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr.
Rockfield.
I've heard a lot about you.
Yes.
Would you like to sit down? Uh, no.
I've been sitting all day.
Oh, no.
Here.
Here, use this.
[CHUCKLES.]
Uh, never mind.
I'll use the one here on the desk.
All right, Tate.
I understand you've got some campaign ideas you want me to hear.
Absolutely.
Go ahead.
Mr.
Rockfield I'm listening.
At McMann and Tate, time is money, both for the client and the agency.
Go ahead, Darrin.
Well, the first idea is a beauty contest Miss Secretary of the Year and the winner would be pictured sitting in a Rockfield chair at a Rockfield desk.
I don't like it.
It's been done a million times.
It's old hat.
Right.
It's off with the old and on with the new.
Proceed, Darrin.
We thought of an institutional approach.
Pick five colleges and furnish the president's offices with Rockfield furniture.
It'd be like a grant.
I don't like it.
It's too obvious.
And so are you, Tate.
What? Just because you put a Rockfield chair and lamp and ashtray in your office doesn't mean you're gonna land the account.
Well, I never dreamed I don't fall for that kind of bait, Tate.
I take my business very seriously, and if you don't, I'll take my business elsewhere.
Oh, we do.
We do.
And we have a lot more ideas.
But why don't we present them tonight at dinner, when we'll all be a little more relaxed? All right.
But you better come up with something a more effective than I've heard here today.
And, uh, don't count on me being too relaxed.
I take pride in never getting too relaxed.
[.]
You heard what he said, so you better come up with something terrific or it's curtains.
And I don't mean Rockfield curtains either.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
Uncle Arthur, you have been moping around the house all day long.
Now, Darrin will be home any minute.
So, please, try and pull yourself together.
But my life has no meaning.
I have loved and lost.
Oh, my stars.
Uncle Arthur, you haven't lost anything.
You force me to be honest.
Aretha is a phony.
And so are you for pretending to be something you're not.
What am I? A broken-hearted clown! [SOBS LOUDLY.]
Laugh, clown.
No one knows your heart is broken.
Even though You're only Make-believing Laugh, clown, laugh Oh, brother.
Even though Something inside Is grieving [SOBBING.]
Laugh, clown, laugh Sammy, I've got it.
You're gonna forget about Aretha.
No, I'm going to win her back.
And the only way to do it is to get rid of the one thing that's standing between us.
My character.
Your character? I'm going to say goodbye to my practical jokes.
I will scatter them to the winds.
How are you gonna do that? Never mind, Sammy.
Go check your dinner.
You needn't be concerned about me anymore.
[.]
Why scatter my practical jokes to the winds when they'd be much more at home right here? Practical jokes my love appalls, fly from my body and lodge in these walls.
[RUMBLING.]
Au revoir, Sammy.
The joke's on you.
Uncle Arthur? Uncle Arthur.
[SAMANTHA'S VOICE.]
: Uncle Arthur? Uncle Arthur.
Oh.
Uncle Arthur! Uncle Arthur! Oh.
Oh! Good grief.
[UP TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SCREAMS.]
: Oh! Uncle Arthur! Knock it off! Sam? And what, may I ask, is this? I think it's water.
So much for the water.
Now where's the scotch? [.]
Sam, I'm very calm now.
If I were you, I'd take advantage of this calm state by explaining what kind of a way is that to greet a husband? Oh, dear.
Is that better? It's better, but it's still not an explanation.
It's Uncle Arthur.
I know that.
But what you don't know is that Uncle Arthur is madly in love with a witch who can't stand his practical jokes.
The ranks are swelling.
And in order to win her, he divorced himself from his practical jokes.
Well, that's an improvement.
And apparently we got custody of them.
That's not.
Sam, now, our guests will be here any minute.
I mean Well, you're a witch.
Do something.
Well, there's nothing I can do.
There.
Here's to tonight.
Let's hope it's nothing like this afternoon.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
Brace yourself.
Oh, good evening.
Please come in.
Good evening.
How do you do? Samantha, uh, this is Mr.
and Mrs.
Rockfield.
How do you do? Folks, this is Samantha, Darrin's lovely and charming wife.
Oh, Larry.
My goodness.
[CHUCKLES.]
Oh, well.
How about some drinks? I thought you'd never ask.
Good.
Come right in.
We're so thrilled you could come.
[AIR HISSING.]
[SCREAMS.]
What was that? Uh, uh, just a draft.
It's a very drafty house.
I-I'll call the draftsman in the morning and get it fixed.
W-Why don't you call whoever you have to call right now, Sam, just so it doesn't happen again? G-Good idea.
You can use the phone in the kitchen.
Excuse me.
Well, what are we drinking? Well, uh [CLEARS THROAT.]
Mrs.
Rockfield and I will have ginger ale.
You sure you don't want something stronger? We're sure.
Too bad.
[CHUCKLES.]
Come on in.
[UP TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS.]
Uncle Arthur, I am going to count to three, and if you know what's good for you, you will gather up all your practical jokes and absorb them.
One, two, three.
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Four? Five? [MUSIC STOPS.]
And here we are with the drinks.
Oh.
The ginger ale for the Rockfields, and the scotch for Larry.
[.]
Stephens, I I don't seem to be able to raise my glass.
Neither can I.
Neither can I.
You can't, huh? Probably the furniture polish hasn't dried on the table yet.
I'll have them pried off tomorrow.
No problem.
I'll make new drinks.
[NERVOUS LAUGH.]
Hmm.
Certainly getting hot in here.
Darrin, we're waiting for our drinks.
Didn't you have a drink for lunch? What's the matter with you? Me? Nothing.
[LAUGHS.]
Nothing.
I'm fine.
Uh, say, have you ever seen the handkerchief trick? It's It's really, uh, very amusing.
[NERVOUS LAUGH.]
Darrin, forget the trick.
Let's talk about the campaign.
What have you come up with for Mr.
Rockfield? Uh, yeah, the campaign.
Oh, of course.
Uh, well.
Uh Well, let's hope it has plenty of punch.
Uh, I'll go get a cold compress.
I'll be right back.
Uncle Arthur, I'm gonna start over again, and if you're not here by the time I count to three, you've had it.
And so have we.
Sam, what's happened? Well, apparently Uncle Arthur's made up with Aretha, and has given us back his practical jokes.
What's that for? For me first, and then for Larry.
One, two, three.
Mr.
Tate.
Here.
This should do the trick.
Are you all right, Tate? He never could take a punch.
Where am I? Well, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were in a loony bin.
[CHUCKLES.]
Ah, yes, this certainly promises to be an interesting evening.
More fun than a barrel of monkeys.
[CHIRPING.]
[GASPS.]
Cute little fellas, aren't they? Stephens, where'd these animals come from? Yeah, where'd they come from? Well, actually Never mind.
Just get rid of them.
Oh, they're cute, Lionel.
Where's your sense of humor? LIONEL: I don't see anything funny about a room full of anthropoids.
Uncle Arthur, you cut out the monkeyshines and undo your spell.
Heigh-ho, Samantha, my sweet.
Don't "heigh-ho" me.
You and your practical jokes are destroying us.
[LAUGHS.]
Oh, cute little fellas, aren't they? Not to me, they're not.
They are ugly little beasts, no cuter than your practical jokes.
Arthur, we are finished for all time.
And if I never see you again, it will be too soon.
Goodbye.
You're right.
She's a phony.
Stacked, but a phony.
I demand an explanation.
And it better be a good one.
Good? It's gonna have to be great.
And you're going to get it.
In just a minute.
A-And get rid of these monkeys.
Oh, sure thing.
Uncle Arthur, I beg of you.
Please undo your spell.
Why not? I've lost my love again.
That's not all you're gonna lose.
Shh! Uh, Mr.
Rockfield, I'm sure Stephens has an explanation.
Practical jokes, return to the roost, and give Uncle Arthur a great big boost.
And as soon as he gets back, he'll get rid of the Where'd they go? Okay, Sammy? Ciao.
It's time to face the music.
Well, you asked me to get rid of the monkeys, so I got rid of them.
Oh.
Oh.
You promised an explanation, a good one A very good one.
Well, go Go ahead, sweetheart.
Tell 'em about your plan.
Don't be modest.
Plan? Well, you know.
The The plan to show that you can enjoy your home without making it a Coney Island fun house.
Oh, of course.
That plan.
SAMANTHA: Darrin always says that a home can be fun without air blasts or sticking glasses or barrels of monkeys.
Or even a boxing glove.
Maybe later I'll explain how much fun that was.
I hope there's more.
DARRIN: Of course.
We show the Coney Island fun house, and next to that a home furnished with Rockfield furnishings.
And the slogan might be, uh, "Put some fun in your home with Rockfield furnishings.
" That's your explanation for everything that happened tonight? Uh-huh.
I like it.
I like the approach, and I like the slogan.
I knew you would.
I'm crazy about it myself.
Well, you must admit, it does have punch.
It's different.
But you certainly went to a lot of trouble to make your point.
Well, would this moment have been as meaningful if Darrin had just said "fun house"? No, it wouldn't.
Mrs.
Stephens, your husband's got quite a head on his shoulders.
I certainly have.
[.]
Sam, this is one evening I'll never forget, even if I tried.
And I plan to do a lot of trying.
Well, I'm very proud of you.
You were in control all the way.
Control? I was in shock.
Well, sweetheart, the house is back to normal.
Yeah? For how long? Your lovesick, joke-sick Uncle Arthur just might Shh! He's liable to hear you.
ARTHUR: I heard that.
He heard you.
Uncle Arthur, go away.
ARTHUR: Ouch! Sammy, you know if there's one thing I can't stand, it's having my ear tweaked.
How about boxed? Now, there's an idea.
[LAUGHING.]
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Woo-hoo! [.]
ARTHUR: Ouch.
Ouch! Did you say something, Sam? Uh, no.
No, I didn't.
But he did.
Sammy, how can you hit a man when he's down? [LAUGHS.]
Get it? Pillow, feathers, down? [CACKLES.]
I guess it's true.
Small things amuse small minds.
[CHUCKLES.]
How would you like to pick on somebody your own size? Okay, Digby.
Start picking.
Uncle Arthur, please.
What's it gonna be, fisticuffs? Now, just [CHUCKLES.]
Uncle Arthur, will you cut that out? Oh, Sammy, I'm just jousting with him.
[LAUGHS.]
Sam, tell him to get me out of here.
If I were you, Digby, before I got in the office elevator, I'd, uh I'd check my lance.
[CHUCKLES.]
Uncle Arthur! There you go.
Back to normal, whatever that is.
And to think some people, before they go to work, just have coffee.
Uh, sweetheart, I-it's after 2:00.
You'll be late for your meeting.
Oh, that's right.
What with all the fun and games, I almost forgot.
Uh, aren't you gonna say goodbye? Yes, I am.
Goodbye.
And the next time you drop in, don't.
Watch it, buster.
In a war of wit, you're unarmed.
Sam, this dinner tonight for Mr.
and Mrs.
Rockfield is not social.
It's business.
I know.
And Larry will be coming, so that'll make five for dinner.
[WHISPERS.]
Not six.
Don't worry, sweetheart.
Hmm.
All right, Uncle Arthur.
Let's have it.
Have what? An explanation.
Digby deserved ev Ah, that is not what I'm talking about.
How come you're all spruced up? It's the new me.
Love it or, uh, leave it.
I'm leaving it.
Uh, Sammy, it's all part of the new me.
The simple, carefree, fun-loving, practical-joking Uncle Arthur is gone.
Y-You mean all those stunts you pulled on Darrin were my imagination? Just the last of a long line of memorable funnies.
My glorious transformation can be attributed to one word: Aretha.
Aretha? Aretha, my love, I worship at your feet.
Fly to my side, and make it tout suite.
Arthur, darling, how thoughtful of you to call.
Oh.
[KISS.]
Mmm.
Finger-lickin' good.
Oh Oh, Samantha, allow me to introduce Aretha, the love of my life.
The witch who will soon be.
Mrs.
Uncle Arthur.
Oh, that's marvelous.
Aretha, I'm so pleased to meet you.
Charmed, I'm sure.
I'm sure.
[.]
ANNOUNCER: [.]
[.]
What a quaint little place.
Absolutely charming.
Where's the main house? This is it.
Where do the servants stay? Well, we don't have any servants' quarters, since we don't have any servants.
Oh, sounds like fun.
If my hands weren't so delicate, I would consider trying it myself.
Aretha, my sweetness.
Your loveliness is only surpassed by your understanding.
Oh.
That's not quite the word I would've used.
Sammy, I [CLEARS THROAT.]
Sam, I I think I'd like to talk to you in the kitchen.
Uncle Arthur, what's the matt? Sammy.
For you.
Oh, thank you.
They're beautiful.
Smell them.
[WIND BLOWING.]
[LAUGHING.]
I'm sorry, Sammy.
I just couldn't control myself.
I'm having a lot of trouble myself.
You don't understand.
My problem is Aretha can't stand practical jokes.
They They're below her station.
Oh.
If she knew I were the titan of tricks, the highness of hijinks, the prince of pranks, why, she'd drop me like a hot potato.
How long are you gonna carry on this masquerade? Forever, if necessary.
One of these days, you'll just lose control right in front of her.
Never.
I love her.
The masquerade goes on.
Here we are, my treasure.
Miss me? Arthur, let's talk about our honeymoon.
I do hope we can go to a fun place.
I've been thinking that maybe we could go to India for some elephant polo.
Oh, Arthur, it's so hot in India this time of year, what with all those untouchables milling about the streets.
Arthur, I mean I know a place where you can go.
Thanks, Sammy, but we still haven't run out of our own ideas.
I've got it.
The perfect place to honeymoon.
We'll have complete privacy.
We'll take a trip to the moon on gossamer wings.
What are you doing with those wings on your back? W-Wings? What What wings? Arthur, I would be much happier if you would quit that clowning around.
You, uh, would? U-Uncle Arthur.
I think you would be happier if you'd clown around a little more.
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Arthur! Get me out of this ridiculous costume! You You clown! ARTHUR: It takes one to know one.
[LAUGHING CONTINUES.]
Uncle Arthur, I think it's time you stopped clowning around.
Clowning around.
Oh, Sammy, you do have a way with words.
[LAUGHS.]
Arthur, I'm warning you.
Cut out this nonsense.
Uh, oh, all right, killjoy.
Arthur, you are a silly, witless fool.
However, there is one consolation.
I found out in time.
Oh, Sammy.
You're looking at a broken warlock, rejected and shattered beyond repair.
I'd turn myself into a doormat, except the way I feel, I couldn't stand the word "Welcome.
" Oh.
Well, I-in a few thousand years, you will have forgotten all about her.
I know.
But what am I gonna do tonight? [.]
Come on.
Come on.
Give me a hand.
Rockfield will be here any minute.
What's going on? Just a little one-upsmanship.
Putting Rockfield's furniture where it will do the most good right before his eyes.
Where do you want this, Mr.
Tate? Oh, here.
I'll take it, Betty.
Thanks.
[SIGHS.]
The right bait for the right catch.
Okay, Darrin, let's hear your ideas.
He'll be here any minute.
Okay.
But I could have come up with some angles I like better if I'd had more time.
Let me remind you, this is the advertising business.
Whatever you come up with, you love.
[INTERCOM BUZZES.]
Yes? BETTY: Mr.
Rockfield's here.
Show him in.
Ah, ha, ha.
Mr.
Rockfield, good to see you.
Come on in.
Hello, Tate.
Darrin, shake hands with Lionel Rockfield, king of home and office furnishings.
This is Darrin Stephens, the creative mainstay of our team.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr.
Rockfield.
I've heard a lot about you.
Yes.
Would you like to sit down? Uh, no.
I've been sitting all day.
Oh, no.
Here.
Here, use this.
[CHUCKLES.]
Uh, never mind.
I'll use the one here on the desk.
All right, Tate.
I understand you've got some campaign ideas you want me to hear.
Absolutely.
Go ahead.
Mr.
Rockfield I'm listening.
At McMann and Tate, time is money, both for the client and the agency.
Go ahead, Darrin.
Well, the first idea is a beauty contest Miss Secretary of the Year and the winner would be pictured sitting in a Rockfield chair at a Rockfield desk.
I don't like it.
It's been done a million times.
It's old hat.
Right.
It's off with the old and on with the new.
Proceed, Darrin.
We thought of an institutional approach.
Pick five colleges and furnish the president's offices with Rockfield furniture.
It'd be like a grant.
I don't like it.
It's too obvious.
And so are you, Tate.
What? Just because you put a Rockfield chair and lamp and ashtray in your office doesn't mean you're gonna land the account.
Well, I never dreamed I don't fall for that kind of bait, Tate.
I take my business very seriously, and if you don't, I'll take my business elsewhere.
Oh, we do.
We do.
And we have a lot more ideas.
But why don't we present them tonight at dinner, when we'll all be a little more relaxed? All right.
But you better come up with something a more effective than I've heard here today.
And, uh, don't count on me being too relaxed.
I take pride in never getting too relaxed.
[.]
You heard what he said, so you better come up with something terrific or it's curtains.
And I don't mean Rockfield curtains either.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
Uncle Arthur, you have been moping around the house all day long.
Now, Darrin will be home any minute.
So, please, try and pull yourself together.
But my life has no meaning.
I have loved and lost.
Oh, my stars.
Uncle Arthur, you haven't lost anything.
You force me to be honest.
Aretha is a phony.
And so are you for pretending to be something you're not.
What am I? A broken-hearted clown! [SOBS LOUDLY.]
Laugh, clown.
No one knows your heart is broken.
Even though You're only Make-believing Laugh, clown, laugh Oh, brother.
Even though Something inside Is grieving [SOBBING.]
Laugh, clown, laugh Sammy, I've got it.
You're gonna forget about Aretha.
No, I'm going to win her back.
And the only way to do it is to get rid of the one thing that's standing between us.
My character.
Your character? I'm going to say goodbye to my practical jokes.
I will scatter them to the winds.
How are you gonna do that? Never mind, Sammy.
Go check your dinner.
You needn't be concerned about me anymore.
[.]
Why scatter my practical jokes to the winds when they'd be much more at home right here? Practical jokes my love appalls, fly from my body and lodge in these walls.
[RUMBLING.]
Au revoir, Sammy.
The joke's on you.
Uncle Arthur? Uncle Arthur.
[SAMANTHA'S VOICE.]
: Uncle Arthur? Uncle Arthur.
Oh.
Uncle Arthur! Uncle Arthur! Oh.
Oh! Good grief.
[UP TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS.]
[SCREAMS.]
: Oh! Uncle Arthur! Knock it off! Sam? And what, may I ask, is this? I think it's water.
So much for the water.
Now where's the scotch? [.]
Sam, I'm very calm now.
If I were you, I'd take advantage of this calm state by explaining what kind of a way is that to greet a husband? Oh, dear.
Is that better? It's better, but it's still not an explanation.
It's Uncle Arthur.
I know that.
But what you don't know is that Uncle Arthur is madly in love with a witch who can't stand his practical jokes.
The ranks are swelling.
And in order to win her, he divorced himself from his practical jokes.
Well, that's an improvement.
And apparently we got custody of them.
That's not.
Sam, now, our guests will be here any minute.
I mean Well, you're a witch.
Do something.
Well, there's nothing I can do.
There.
Here's to tonight.
Let's hope it's nothing like this afternoon.
[DOORBELL RINGS.]
Brace yourself.
Oh, good evening.
Please come in.
Good evening.
How do you do? Samantha, uh, this is Mr.
and Mrs.
Rockfield.
How do you do? Folks, this is Samantha, Darrin's lovely and charming wife.
Oh, Larry.
My goodness.
[CHUCKLES.]
Oh, well.
How about some drinks? I thought you'd never ask.
Good.
Come right in.
We're so thrilled you could come.
[AIR HISSING.]
[SCREAMS.]
What was that? Uh, uh, just a draft.
It's a very drafty house.
I-I'll call the draftsman in the morning and get it fixed.
W-Why don't you call whoever you have to call right now, Sam, just so it doesn't happen again? G-Good idea.
You can use the phone in the kitchen.
Excuse me.
Well, what are we drinking? Well, uh [CLEARS THROAT.]
Mrs.
Rockfield and I will have ginger ale.
You sure you don't want something stronger? We're sure.
Too bad.
[CHUCKLES.]
Come on in.
[UP TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS.]
Uncle Arthur, I am going to count to three, and if you know what's good for you, you will gather up all your practical jokes and absorb them.
One, two, three.
[MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Four? Five? [MUSIC STOPS.]
And here we are with the drinks.
Oh.
The ginger ale for the Rockfields, and the scotch for Larry.
[.]
Stephens, I I don't seem to be able to raise my glass.
Neither can I.
Neither can I.
You can't, huh? Probably the furniture polish hasn't dried on the table yet.
I'll have them pried off tomorrow.
No problem.
I'll make new drinks.
[NERVOUS LAUGH.]
Hmm.
Certainly getting hot in here.
Darrin, we're waiting for our drinks.
Didn't you have a drink for lunch? What's the matter with you? Me? Nothing.
[LAUGHS.]
Nothing.
I'm fine.
Uh, say, have you ever seen the handkerchief trick? It's It's really, uh, very amusing.
[NERVOUS LAUGH.]
Darrin, forget the trick.
Let's talk about the campaign.
What have you come up with for Mr.
Rockfield? Uh, yeah, the campaign.
Oh, of course.
Uh, well.
Uh Well, let's hope it has plenty of punch.
Uh, I'll go get a cold compress.
I'll be right back.
Uncle Arthur, I'm gonna start over again, and if you're not here by the time I count to three, you've had it.
And so have we.
Sam, what's happened? Well, apparently Uncle Arthur's made up with Aretha, and has given us back his practical jokes.
What's that for? For me first, and then for Larry.
One, two, three.
Mr.
Tate.
Here.
This should do the trick.
Are you all right, Tate? He never could take a punch.
Where am I? Well, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were in a loony bin.
[CHUCKLES.]
Ah, yes, this certainly promises to be an interesting evening.
More fun than a barrel of monkeys.
[CHIRPING.]
[GASPS.]
Cute little fellas, aren't they? Stephens, where'd these animals come from? Yeah, where'd they come from? Well, actually Never mind.
Just get rid of them.
Oh, they're cute, Lionel.
Where's your sense of humor? LIONEL: I don't see anything funny about a room full of anthropoids.
Uncle Arthur, you cut out the monkeyshines and undo your spell.
Heigh-ho, Samantha, my sweet.
Don't "heigh-ho" me.
You and your practical jokes are destroying us.
[LAUGHS.]
Oh, cute little fellas, aren't they? Not to me, they're not.
They are ugly little beasts, no cuter than your practical jokes.
Arthur, we are finished for all time.
And if I never see you again, it will be too soon.
Goodbye.
You're right.
She's a phony.
Stacked, but a phony.
I demand an explanation.
And it better be a good one.
Good? It's gonna have to be great.
And you're going to get it.
In just a minute.
A-And get rid of these monkeys.
Oh, sure thing.
Uncle Arthur, I beg of you.
Please undo your spell.
Why not? I've lost my love again.
That's not all you're gonna lose.
Shh! Uh, Mr.
Rockfield, I'm sure Stephens has an explanation.
Practical jokes, return to the roost, and give Uncle Arthur a great big boost.
And as soon as he gets back, he'll get rid of the Where'd they go? Okay, Sammy? Ciao.
It's time to face the music.
Well, you asked me to get rid of the monkeys, so I got rid of them.
Oh.
Oh.
You promised an explanation, a good one A very good one.
Well, go Go ahead, sweetheart.
Tell 'em about your plan.
Don't be modest.
Plan? Well, you know.
The The plan to show that you can enjoy your home without making it a Coney Island fun house.
Oh, of course.
That plan.
SAMANTHA: Darrin always says that a home can be fun without air blasts or sticking glasses or barrels of monkeys.
Or even a boxing glove.
Maybe later I'll explain how much fun that was.
I hope there's more.
DARRIN: Of course.
We show the Coney Island fun house, and next to that a home furnished with Rockfield furnishings.
And the slogan might be, uh, "Put some fun in your home with Rockfield furnishings.
" That's your explanation for everything that happened tonight? Uh-huh.
I like it.
I like the approach, and I like the slogan.
I knew you would.
I'm crazy about it myself.
Well, you must admit, it does have punch.
It's different.
But you certainly went to a lot of trouble to make your point.
Well, would this moment have been as meaningful if Darrin had just said "fun house"? No, it wouldn't.
Mrs.
Stephens, your husband's got quite a head on his shoulders.
I certainly have.
[.]
Sam, this is one evening I'll never forget, even if I tried.
And I plan to do a lot of trying.
Well, I'm very proud of you.
You were in control all the way.
Control? I was in shock.
Well, sweetheart, the house is back to normal.
Yeah? For how long? Your lovesick, joke-sick Uncle Arthur just might Shh! He's liable to hear you.
ARTHUR: I heard that.
He heard you.
Uncle Arthur, go away.
ARTHUR: Ouch! Sammy, you know if there's one thing I can't stand, it's having my ear tweaked.
How about boxed? Now, there's an idea.
[LAUGHING.]
[BOTH LAUGHING.]
Woo-hoo! [.]