TIMMIE MARTIN IS STRUGGLING TO KEEP HIS ADORABLE AND EXTRAORDINARILY INTELLIGENT, BUT RECENTLY AGITATED COLLIE, LASSIE, CALMED DOWN. HE TRIES AN EVEN DEEPER PSYCHOLOGICAL APPROACH, BORDERING ON HYPNOSIS.

Lassie, what is it girl? You can tell me, I'm your friend. Lassie, look at this amulet. Look deeply. Look at the amulet. You are getting sleepy ... sleepy ...

LASSIE BEARS HER TEETH AND SNARLS AT TIMMIE, SUGGESTING HIS SCHEME MAY NOT BE WORKING EFFECTIVELY.

Alright, Lassie. I've had enough of this crazy behavior. Now what the heck is with you? Are you hungry?

JUST THEN A HUGE PANTING GERMAN POLICE DOG HURDLES THE BACK FENCE AND BOUNDS PAST A DUMBFOUNDED TIMMIE AND BEGINS TO BECOME ACQUAINTED WITH THE OBJECT OF HIS SEARCH.

Hey! Hey! Go away, you bad dog! Mom! A big dog is playing real rough with Lassie! Help!

TIMMIE'S MOTHER, RUTH MARTIN, COMES RUNNING TO THE BACK DOOR AND SEES THE CANINE ACTIVITY WHICH CAUSED TIMMIE TO PANIC.

Timmie, come here a second.

But mom, that dog might hurt Lassie!

Timmie, come here.

RUTH FINDS THIS A MOST INOPPORTUNE TIME TO HAVE TO DISCUSS THE FACTS OF LIFE WITH HER SON. SHE DEFERS THE CONVERSATION.

Ah, Timmie, that other dog is playing a game with Lassie. It's called "climb the mountain on your hind legs". Now why don't you come on in the house and I'll fix you a nice cold glass of milk.

TIMMIE TURNS BACK TO LOOK ONE MORE TIME.

Look mom! It looks like Lassie is smiling!

And Timmie. Don't be too surprised to see Lassie smoking a cigarette later on. Okay?