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Uh-huh.
Well, no, why don't you stand on a chair and stuff a little cotton or rag or something between the bell and the clapper?
Do you think so?
Well, dear, I'm not sure, but I don't think there'd be anything to be curious about.
Could be, I suppose.
Wait just a second, Miss John, who may be they could know about that?
Just a second.
Miss?
Yeah?
What's your father doing?
He's in the middle of a wedding next door.
Ask him to come to the head of the stairs a minute.
Okay.
Miss John, who?
All the men in the family are upstairs getting in the clean shirt.
Well, we don't hardly think of this company, but Sister Miss Tim by tomorrow coming over to a safe house after this.
Yes.
Uh-huh.
Oh, I bet that is aggregate.
I remember one time I had that to happen.
What's this, Rose?
A just second, Miss John.
I say I ought to go.
Miss John, whose doorbell is stuck and won't stop ringing?
Then there ought to be light on.
Well, she don't want you to come right over.
All she wants us to know is will there be any danger in stuffing some cotton in between the clapper and the bell?
Then there ought to be light on.
No, there's no need to test you for any foolishness.
Just a little apprehension.
You might throw a fuse or something, stuffing cotton in the doorbell.
Well, I'm on my way now.
Hey, sorry about all this powder off, Miss John.
Vic's coming downstairs. I guess he wants to talk with you.
Uh-huh.
Isn't Miss Alice still there?
Oh.
She might want to drop the shirt.
Yeah, she's a hysterical type person.
Two buttons off the shirt, ma'am.
Oh, she's got something on her tongue.
She wanted to announce her two buttons off her shirt.
Huh?
Yes, that's true.
She told me to wear a white shirt and this is the last clean white shirt I got.
Oh, well, that don't solve the problem.
Yes, I can hear it ringing, Miss Donahoe.
Oh, I bet there's not a speck of danger in stuffing a little cotton in between the clapper.
All right. Now tell me exactly what happened on site, Miss.
But don't go away. Stand by.
Uh, just a second, Miss Donahoe.
She's got to be cool and not be frightened.
She's not frightened. She just wants to know.
Well, her doorbell's got the most stopping.
Yeah, she was out across the street, ran over a firm and edgy,
twisted her bell button and then ate a jam.
Give me that.
Well, you see, that's not heavy to put on.
One bite, sir.
I'm not going to hold it.
But don't go away. I might need to run a few more.
That's not heavy to do.
Miss Donahoe?
Yes, I have been told you're having a little trouble.
Yes, I can hear it ringing.
Well, now, the first thing, Miss Donahoe, is to keep your head.
Don't get over excited. Don't, no.
No, there's absolutely nothing to get panic-sickened about,
so just keep calm and I'll be right over.
Oh, no, we've got company coming this way.
That's the spirit, Miss Donahoe.
If you feel the impulse to get panic-sickened, get...
What?
No, I don't think I'd advise that, Miss Donahoe.
No, by all means, don't step out of the door, Miss Donahoe.
No.
All right, Miss Donahoe, and I'll be right over.
Looks like.
What's the issue, sir?
Rush, where's Rush?
Over there.
What you doing?
Just about to raise his wind and see if I can hear Miss Donahoe's doorbell ringing.
Be this.
What?
That.
You'll proceed immediately to the basement and fetch me my screwdrivers, hammers, monkey wrench, and okra.
Oh, now, hey.
Oh, hop along, right?
I've got two buttons off my shirt.
How's that?
I've got two buttons off my shirt.
This is no time for trivialities, my boy.
Find me a way.
Screwdrivers, hammers, monkey wrench, and okra.
Have you realized that Rush will walk in here any minute?
Cards?
Huh?
How dare you have me play cards?
What?
You've had me complacently play cards while the poor woman next door is being driven panic by that constant ring.
You're saying it's that thing being driven frantic.
She's laughing about her doorbell being stung.
I heard of that.
Well, sure.
You'd have to start doing it, I tell you.
Oh, my certain of manhood I'd be if I allowed that poor panic-picking woman.
You're just eager to get a chance to tinker around with electricity.
I thank you, appointed.
You like to putter and fiddle around with stuff.
Same way with doorbells.
The jar with alarm clocks can't get your hands off.
You're behaving a little feverishly, huh?
Well, there's nothing serious about this, Doctor.
Well, of course there's nothing serious.
I'll fix that doorbell in the trunk.
She can fix it in the trunk.
All she's got to do is stand on a chair and stuff a little cotton.
Yes, and perhaps give a shock as my killer.
Electrical setup in a modern resident state is very much like a human nervous system.
Why, it's childish and primitive to think of stuffing cotton in a pistol.
Well, hurry up, Rush.
Tell her to keep cool now.
What?
Give that to Miss Donnie.
You tell her to keep cool.
I'll tell her I'll be there immediately.
Oh.
Hello.
Oh, yes, Ruthie.
Oh, now, hey.
Oh, no, but Fred always buys a treat.
You bring everything?
Yeah.
Give me my overalls.
Well, y'all are easy to insist.
All right, just a minute.
What flavor ice cream you want?
Oh, I'm going all shrunk like a houseifier last time I got washed.
Can't hardly get them on.
Why eat overalls if they're fixed a little doorbell?
Here.
That's fine with me.
Flavor ice cream you want.
Oh, you better count me out.
Why?
This might be an overnight job.
Hey, now, listen.
You're not going to drive this baby up in the ground.
Look, is that rule of rubber cake still in the pan?
I may need it to wrap around my hammer and inflate the hammer.
That's all new to me.
Flavor ice cream you want.
Red milk.
Two and a half.
Red like chocolate.
All right, then chocolate.
I'm going to have to talk to you.
Chocolate, there?
You haven't got your back load of rubber cake, have you?
I'm sorry to take all this time, Ruthie.
We had to discuss what flavor would taste the best.
Yeah.
Decided on chocolate.
Yes.
They're standing here just foaming at the mouth.
He's so anxious to taste chocolate ice cream.
Yeah.
All right, ladies.
And you scald that nasty old friend for always insisting on buying the trees.
All right, ladies.
Goodbye.
Yeah, it's a drug store.
See you here in just a few minutes.
These overalls are too tight.
What you need overalls for?
This might turn out to be a dirty mess of business.
No, it's for my food.
Until what am I going to eat it?
What's that?
I sent him after that ruler of rubber cake.
Working on electricity, your fellow needs the insulator, too.
Where is Mr. Donny's tonight?
He's taking a freight ride to Kansas City.
When will he be back?
Tomorrow, sometime, I guess.
No need to notify him.
What?
I say there's probably no need to notify him.
His wife run into this couple.
Have you gone out of your head or what?
Stopping things for half a second.
Nothing's happened.
Mrs. Donny, who's doorbell is stocking, won't stop ringing.
Without any big urgent calamities, it requires...
My wife is almost frantic.
Well, why would she be almost frantic?
The constant unceasing jangle of a doorbell would drive anybody frantic.
Oh.
Remember when Fred's auto horn got stuck and kept tooting?
You said it made you so nervous that you...
This isn't an auto horn.
It's a little dinky doorbell.
All Miss Donny's got to do is stuff a little cotton in it.
Oh, that's all she has to do is give a damn.
She has to give a jerk and disconnect the wires.
Fred and Lucy are on their way.
Fred and Lucy.
I'm just going to let you go over next door there and take doorbells apart while our company sits here quiddling there.
You got to go.
You have a lot of heart.
Okay.
Fred.
Yes?
I say I'm just going to let you go over there next door and take doorbells apart while our company sits here.
I may be able to put my finger on the situation in two minutes.
I thought that if you go you'd stay half an hour.
You coming along, son?
Okay.
Good.
I felt like I could get that done.
We'll handle this little matter, you and me.
See that straight Miss Donny.
Good luck.
Oh.
Goodbye, Faye.
Huh?
We're on our way.
What are you going to do?
I don't think you'd best carry.
Wait, this is Miss Donny.
Hmm?
I see Miss Donny.
Oh.
Ah-ha.
Sure.
All right, Miss Donny.
You bet.
Goodbye.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Why didn't Miss Donny have you in telephone?
Miss J. Christ, this is over.
Huh?
She poked a pin at the stuck doorbell button a couple times and it came out easy as pie.
The ringing stopped and now everything is dandy.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
You look fine.
Why do I look fine?
You look wonderful.
Yeah.
And in there and your overalls with a hammer in one hand and a monkey wrench in the other
hand and a hammer in the other.