My Three Sons

Sure, but she's a girl.

Hey, darn that.

You don't let a girl take the heavy end of a trunk.

Switch places with her.

Put it down there, Katie.

They don't want the bell.

Hey, am I the only one that can hear the doorbell around here?

Oh, sorry, we didn't hear the bell.

We're doing a little spring cleaning.

Oh, that's all right.

I have a special delivery for Mrs. Katie Douglas.

You want to take it for her?

Yes, I'll take it.

Okay.

Thank you.

Katie!

Special delivery for you.

Thank you.

Hey, Charley, I don't think I'm going to have enough paint for all the window sills in the kitchen.

Then just paint the ones that show.

Okay.

What's in the letter, Katie?

It's only one line.

Is everything all right?

Love, Mother.

Haven't you been writing her?

Well, probably not as much as I should.

You know what that is, don't you?

That's woman's intuition they're always hollering about.

She's probably got some kind of a weird idea and thinks she's got mental telepathy.

Yeah.

Well, why don't you call her, Kate?

In St. Louis?

Sure.

Charley's probably right.

Right.

Her intuition tells her something's wrong out here, so you might as well put her mind at ease.

Okay.

I'll call tonight.

Right now, I better help Chip get that trunk up in the attic.

Tell that husband of yours I want all those throw rugs from upstairs out on the line today.

Not next week.

Hey, honey?

Huh?

Look at this.

Huh.

What does it mean?

Some reason Mom's worried about me.

Dad said I can call her tonight.

Good.

She probably just saw me.

She probably just saw a movie about a girl with a rotten husband or something.

Hey, honey, will you lift the corner of this bed here so I can get this rug out?

Sure.

Did you mail that last letter I wrote her?

Yeah.

It couldn't be that.

She just got to thinking about all the things that can happen, that's all.

Hey, Katie, you gonna help me with that trunk?

Yeah, just as soon as Rob gets his rug out of here.

A little bit higher.

I got it jammed halfway up the ladder.

I gotta have help.

Okay, I'll be there in a minute.

Okay.

I'll tell you one thing.

When we finally get our own place, we're not gonna have any spring cleaning.

Oh, yes, we are.

It's supposed to be old-fashioned, but I think it's a good thing.

Okay, we'll have spring cleaning.

Ern, turn that off.

Not the radio.

Turn the water off.

You're getting all wet.

Gosh.

Oh, I'm sorry, Dad.

I thought they were your old work clothes.

Well, they are my old work clothes, Ern, but I'd rather wear gloves.

Why, if you don't mind.

After you finish the windows, Uncle Charley would like you to take out all the old shelf paper, okay?

Okay.

Hey, Dad?

Mm-hmm?

Did you ever hear of ESP?

Extrasensory perception?

Sure.

Why?

Well, I heard a guy on television say that sometimes parents have it with their children.

Maybe that's how come Katie's mother wrote the letter to him.

Oh.

Well, there's only one thing wrong with your theory, Ern.

What?

Well, there's nothing wrong with Katie.

Katie, you want to help me with that trunk?

Oh, yeah.

Taking a little nap?

No, just resting my eyes a little bit.

Yeah, better get going.

Come on, shake a leg, you guys.

I want everything finished by tomorrow afternoon.

You using enough ammonia on that brush, Katie?

Plenty.

Well, Katie, your mother doesn't answer.

I'll write her a letter tonight before I go to bed.

But come on, fellas, let's air out the rest of these cushions, huh?

Okay.

Be sure and rub deep into them cracks, Katie, so the ants don't get in later on.

Anything I hate is ants horsing around in the corner.

Katie?

Katie?

Katie?

Hey, you guys, come here.

Katie?

Honey?

Honey?

What happened, Rob?

What's going on, Rob?

Katie?

Katie?

Let's put her up on the couch, huh?

We'll get the cushions.

Come on, Ernie.

Yeah.

What are you walking around with Katie in your arms for?

We got work to do.

But she paid it, Charley.

Didn't she, Rob?

Well, I don't know, Dad.

She was just curled up behind the couch in a ball suit.

Come on with the cushions, fellas.

Dad, I think we better get the doctor.

What doctor?

She passed out from the ammonia.

Katie?

Honey.

Hey.

Katie.

Hey, she's open her eyes.

Yeah, I'm Katie.

It's okay.

Come on, lift her head up.

You all right?

I think so.

What happened?

How do you feel?

Fine, I guess.

What happened, Kate?

I was scrubbing the woodwork, and, well, that ammonia's sort of strong.

If I had a nickel for every time I got busy from ammonia, I could buy Fort Knox.

Right, Katie?

Right.

I'll tell you what.

No more work for Katie tonight.

Except maybe if she wants to iron a couple of shirts or something.

Well, if she feels like it.

Come on, Ernie.

Back to work.

You all right now, Katie?

I think so.

Yeah, yeah.

Take this along.

Just relax, honey, okay?

In the evening, let me know.

Okay.

You okay?

Fine.

Same show all night long, so stay tuned.

What's the matter, Dad?

Tramp's bone rolled under here before dinner, and I promised him I'd get it out, but I.

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Let me help lift the couch.

Well, only when it's kind of heavy.

Ernie, help Katie lift the couch, will you?

Sure, Dad.

My science teacher told us about trajectory.

You know, bulletin stuff.

The same thing goes for dog bones.

Over the chair and under the couch.

Well, now, Ernie, would you help Katie lift the couch?

I can see it.

Well, hello there, Ernie.

Hi, Mrs. Miller.

Hey, Katie, your mother's here.

Mama!

Hey.

Mama!

Oh, darling, I'm so glad to see you.

What are you doing here?

Well, Lorraine, this is a surprise.

Hello there, Steve.

I knew it.

Knew what?

Where's Robbie?

Why didn't he call me?

Well, Robbie's studying over at a friend's house.

Why didn't he call you about what?

The baby!

Oh!

The baby?

The baby?