JUNE IS PREPARING LUNCH BAGS FOR THE BOYS AND WARD.

WARD IS THE FIRST ONE DOWNSTAIRS.

Morning, Dear. Listen, I have a dinner meeting tonight with a very important client so I guess you and the boys are on your own.

Oh, Ward. Can't you have lunch with these people and come home for dinner?

Sorry, Dear. No can do.

JUNE GIVES A FROWN BUT WARD MISSES IT.

THE BEAVER POPS INTO THE KITCHEN NEXT.

Hey Mom. Could you add some of your homemade brownies into my lunch today? Those were real swell!

Beaver! Those were adult brownies. How did you find them?

Gee, me and Wally just went through all the cabinets and the hiding places in the garage. We were hungry yesterday.

You and Wally can't have any more of those things. Might give you gas. Or something.

And besides, Beav, those are for adults.

What does that mean? Didn't you just use a mix from the store?

Well, I started with a mix, but I added some special ingredients.

Adult ingredients.

Ok, mom. They weren't that good anyway. Sort of tasted like those donuts you tried to make a while back.

(to June)

So, you did make donuts and hid them from me! I thought I smelled the glaze stuff you add. But, why? Why did you hide them from me?

Because, Ward Cleaver, you are always so busy at work and all and I don't get to be with you much any more.

Now, June. You know we have bills to pay. I have to work!

You were able to get that new fur coat last month. And the new floor mats for your car.

Our car! If you recall, that Imperial that has been dangled before me, numerous times, has never materialized.

I need to work a lot, don't you see, to have you and the boys stay competative with the other families around here. You know, getting the latest toys, clothes, -

And cars!

(almost yelling)

Now, I don't want to hear one more word about that Imperial. And that's final!

THE BEAVER HAS BEEN JUST OBSERVING UP UNTIL NOW.

Gee, Dad. Why can't mom have her own car? How come only you get to drive a Cleaver car?

JUNE STARES AT WARD.

OK, Beaver. That's enough.

Yes, Ward. Why?

(yelling)

NO IMPERIAL! End of discussion.

JUNE IS SHAKEN AND STARTS TO CRY.

Oh, Ward. You are so mean! I've had about enough of your meanness. I think I need my own car - an Imperial - but if you continue to insist otherwise, I will have no other choice but to take the boys and move out.

JUNE HAS PLAYED HER TRUMP CARD AND WAITS FOR WARD TO CAVE.

Well, maybe we could go see what colors of Crown Imperials they have tomorrow afternoon.

Crown?

I mean LeBaron.

I thought so.

Gee Dad, you knuckled under real quick.

Well, Beaver, maybe one day you will have a wife who will show you the on/off switch also.

Huh?

WARD GRIMMACES.