Oh Beaver!
Group I Randi Huey Jessica Meyer Meghan Carls Tim Wise Jacklyn Robson
June Cleaver: Randi Ward Cleaver: Tim Beaver Cleaver: Clay Wally Cleaver: Michael Eddie Haskins: Alec
Group II Brittany Carls Michael Roegge Amber Wilkinson Brittany Carls Silas Greening Andy Homer Group III Clay Nordsiek Alec Halsne Cody Griffen Cole Griffen Josh Ater
(Snap, snap, snap, snap)
GIRLS: Well, be-bop-a-lua!
BOYS: She’s my baby!
GIRLS: Be-bop-a-lua!
BOYS: Don’t mean maybe!
II: Well, she’s the girl in the tight blue jeans!
III: She’s the queen of all the teens!
II & III: She’s the one that I know best!
BOYS: Makes the hair grow on my chest!
ALL: Well, be-bop-a-lua! She’s my baby now!
MEGHAN: Cool, man!
CODY: Like really groovy, daddy-o!
COLE: Like wow, man!
JOSH: It’s like…the 1950’s, dude. Truman was President, Pepsi came in bottles, and the number one show on Black and White T.V. was….
ALL: Leave it to Beaver!
RANDI: Ward, have you seen the boys?
TIM: No, June. Why?
RANDI: It’s time for supper.
TIM: Gee June! I’ll call for them! Wally! Beaver!
CLAY & MICHAEL: Yes Dad!
ALEC: Hi Mr. Cleaver! Hi Mrs. Cleaver!
RANDI: Why look, Ward! It’s the obnoxious neighbor boy Eddie, who always shows up when we’re about to eat.
TIM: Time for supper, boys!
CLAY: Aw gee, Pop, there’s this really neat song playing on the radio! Can’t I finish it?
TIM: And let your mother’s pot roast get cold?
MICHAEL: Gee Beav, you’re really a dork, you know that?
RANDI: Now Wally, be nice to your rather stupid little brother. Go ahead, Beav. Bring your radio into the kitchen.
ALL: He rocks in the treetops all day long, Hoppin’ and boppin’ and singin’ his song. All the little birds on Jaybird’s Street Love to hear the Robin go Tweet, Tweet, Tweet! BOYS: Rockin’ Robin’! GIRLS: Tweet..tweet…tweet BOYS: Rockin’ Robin! GIRLS: Tweet…tweet…tweet ALL: Go, Rockin’ Robin cuz we’re really gonna rock tonight! Tweet…tweedle-dee!
RANDI: Ward! I can’t hear a thing! TIM: Beaver, turn that thing down! CLAY: Aw gee, Dad! RANDI: You’re going to ruin my potroast! CLAY: Aw gee, Mom! MICHAEL: (singing) Beaver’s a dork head! RANDI: I said turn that thing down! TIM: Beaver, are you going to obey your mother? RANDI: Beaver! TIM: Beaver! MICHAEL: Beaver! CLAY: Oh all right! Gee whiz!
RANDI: Thank goodness! What’s this generation coming to? Just look at those tight jeans, Ward!
TIM: And no belts! Doesn’t this school have a dress code?
MICHAEL: Face it, Beav. You’re a loser.
ALEC: Yea Beaver. A real doof-ball.
CLAY: Aw gee. Why’s everybody always pickin’ on me?
III: Fee fee fi fi fo fo fum I smell smoke in the auditorium. ALL: Charlie Brown! CLAY: Oh my gosh.
ALL: Charlie Brown!
CLAY: Oh gee whiz!
ALL: He’s a clown! That Charlie Brown!
II: Gonna get in trouble, just you wait and see!
CLAY: Why’s everybody always pickin’ on me?
III: Who’s always writin’ on the wall?
CLAY: Don’t look at me!
II: Who’s always throwin’ spit balls?
CLAY: Now wait a minute!
I: Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow?
II: And who calls the English teacher Daddy-O?
ALL: Charlie Brown!
CLAY: Oh my gosh!
ALL: Charlie Brown!
CLAY: Aw gee whiz!
ALL: He’s a clown! That Charlie Brown!
II: Gonna get in trouble! Just you wait and see!
CLAY: Why’s everybody always pickin’ on me?
RANDI: Where’s that music coming from, Ward?
TIM: I think it’s my stomach rumbling, June. Are we going to eat the pot roat or just look at it?
RANDI: Beaver, aren’t you going to eat anything?
CLAY: Aw gee whiz, Mom. I guess I’m just not hungry.
MICHAEL & ALEC: Beaver’s in love!
CLAY: You take that back!
ALEC: And her name’s Peggy!
ALL: Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty Peggy Sue Oh, my Peggy! My Peggy Sue! Oh, well, I love you gal, and I need you, Peggy Sue! CLAY: You jerk! MICHAEL & ALEC: Pretty, pretty Peggy Sue! RANDI: Ward, would you take care of your sons? TIM: Boys, my pot roast is burning!
CLAY: You know somethin’, Eddie?
ALEC: What’s that, Beav?
CLAY: You’re a real jerk.
RANDI: Beaver, don’t talk to your brother that way. Maybe you should just take your bath and go to bed.
CLAY: Aw gee whiz, Mom. Do I have-ta?
TIM: Beaver, mind your mother.
MICHAEL: I’ll eat your pot roast, dork-brain.
CLAY: I hate takin’ a stupid old bath!
ALL: Splish splash, I was takin’ a bath Long about a Saturday night! A rub-a-dub, just relaxin’ in the tub Thinkin’ everything was all right.
GROUP I: Well, I stepped out of the tub, put my feet on the floor, I wrapped my towel around me and I Opened the door, and then I…. ALL: Splish splash! I jumped back in the bath. There was a party goin’ on!
BOYS: They was a-splishin’ and a splashin’! GIRLS: Splishin’ and a splashin’! BOY: Movin’ and a-groovin’! GIRLS: Movin’ and a-groovin’! ALL: There was a party goin’ on!
Beaver acts this out as the group speakes…he scrubs himself in the bathtub.
He steps out of the bath, wraps the towel around him, opens the door..sees everybody!
Wally and Eddie pull off his towel and Beaver jumps back into the tub.
As the group surrounds him and he tries to keep himself covered in the water, hollering, “Get out of here! Get out of here!”
CLAY: Wally, you are a jerk!
ALEC: Hey Wally! I got some pictures of Beaver in his birthday suit!
CLAY: Jerk!
RANDI: Ward, why is the Beaver screaming?
TIM: Oh you know boys, June. It’s probably his hormones.
RANDI: Ward, watch your language. The dog can hear you.
CLAY: I think I’m goin’ crazy! Some day! Someday I’m gonna grow up and I won’t have to take all this! You shake my nerves and your rattle my brain! Too much love drives a man insane! You broke my will! Oh, what a thrill! BOYS: Goodness gracious! Great Ball of Fire! GROUP I: I cut my nails and I quiver my thumbs! GROUP III: I’m really nervous, but it sure is fun! GROUP II: Come on baby! You drive me crazy! ALL: Goodness gracious! Great Balls of Fire! RANDI: Ward, he’s playing that strange music again.
TIM: I’ll talk to him, sweetheart. (to Beaver) Son, it’s time we had a man-to-man talk about the facts of life.
CLAY: Gee Dad, do we have-ta? American Bandstand is comin’ on.
TIM: Beaver, all that rock and roll is rotting your brain!
GIRLS: Each time we have a quarrel, it almost breaks my heart, ‘Cause I’m so afraid …that we will have to part. Each night I ask the stars up above, Why must I be a teenager in love?
BOYS: Maybellene, why can’t you be true? Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true? You’ve started back doin’ the things you used to do.
ALL: One, two, three o’clock, four o’clock rock! Five, six, seven o’clock, eight o’clock rock! Nine, ten, eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock rock! We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight!
TIM: Would you turn that garbage off!!!?
MICHAEL: (singing) Beaver’s in trouble!
CLAY: Oh, I give up!
RANDI: Heavens sakes, Beaver. What’s the trouble?
CLAY: Mom…. I’m just a lonely boy…alone and so blue… GIRLS: Doo-wah, doo-wah. CLAY: I’m just a wonderin’…what should I do? GIRLS: Doo doo, doo doo. RANDI: Ward, the Beaver is talking strange again. Do you think it was the pot roast?
TIM: We should never have let him get a crew cut. It’s affected his hormones.
MICHAEL: Beaver’s a dork!
ALEC: What a little pea brain.
CLAY: That’s it! I’m had it! Crummy brothers! Obnoxious neighbor kids! Parents who don’t understand me! You know you make me wanna…. ALL: Shout! CLAY: Come on, now! ALL: Shout! CLAY: Come on, now! ALL: Shout! CLAY: Come on now! ALL: Shout! CLAY: Come on, now! ALL: Shout! CLAY: A little bit softer now. ALL: Shout! CLAY: A little bit softer now. ALL: Shout! CLAY: A little bit softer now. ALL: Shout! CLAY: And I hate potroast! ALL: SHOUT!
Oh Beaver!
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