Dennis The Menace Part 2 A Mother s Love
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Dennis the Menace
Created by Hank Ketcham
Parodied by Ron Dow75
02) The Other Girl
?You?re back sooner than I expected,? Alice Mitchell said to her little
boy, as she browned the meat for that evening?s stew. She blond hair was in
a somewhat short perm around the sides; she wore a lavender shirt with the
first buttons unbuttoned, and women?s jeans.
?I didn?t want to play with Margaret any more. And Joey?s taking a nap. He?
s still a little kid,? Dennis said, closing, rather than slamming the back
door shut.
?It sounds to me as if there?s somebody else who could use a nap,? she
said, putting the lid over the frying pan.
?No. I?m just sad,? he said, getting up on one of the kitchen chairs.
?Sad? My little Dennis? What could take the wind out of your sails?? she
asked, checking the big pot cooking on a back burner.
?Mom, do there have to be boys and girls?? Dennis asked, careful to keep
his elbows off of the table top.
?Yes, I?ve told you at least a dozen times before, there has to be
?Margarets?.? She stirred that pot, too.
?You even said you used to be like Margaret. Almost.?
? ?Almost?,? Alice smiled to herself.
?It must be okay to be a ?Margaret?, then.?
?What?? his mom finally looked around, replacing the lid on the pot.
?You?re the best mom there is. Being a ?Margaret? helped you, right??
?Is that what?s got you wound down?? his mom said, a hand and a wrist (of
the hand with the stirring spoon) on her hips. ?Dennis, there are other
types of girls, besides Margaret.?
?But Margaret is a girl who does everything a girl is suppose to do!?
?Dennis, I didn?t tell you because I didn?t want you barging in on them
before they?ve had a chance to settle in, but there are new neighbors around
the block. They have a little girl about your age.?
?Really?!? Dennis said, sliding out of the chair. ?Do you think she?ll play
with me? If I ask her nicely??
?You ask nicely? You are in a state.?
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Dennis waited outside the house on the sidewalk. ?It?s alright to go up and
ring the bell, right? That?s what you do when you pay a visit.?
He continued standing. ?What would Margaret do?? He smiled, ?She would ring
the bell, and tell everybody who she was.? He started up the walkway.
He stopped before he got to the steps. ?She would have cookies or
something. ?Visitors are suppose to bring gifts?,? he remembered. ?Am I
visitor??
He smiled: ?I?ll get Mom to give me some cookies. ?Homemade cookies! I can
help her make them!? The thought of that nearly drove everything else from
his mind.
?Hi!? said a girl?s voice before he had gotten very much past the walkway.
Dennis turned to look at her even as he was slowing his jog. He lost his
balance, and fell to the sidewalk. ?Ouch!?
?Do you do things like that often?? the girl almost laughed as she came to
him; he was picking himself up, and looking at his skinned hands.
?Dennis did,? he said, looking at them. They weren?t that bad; maybe girls
just knew how to fall better.
?Oh, I?ve had worse,? she said, looking down on them. ?That?s way I mostly
wear pants and long sleeves.?
?You?re a girl who likes to wear?.? Dennis looked up at the girl with the
long black hair and eyes, and forgot what he was going to say.
?You bet,? said the girl in a black bellbottoms, pink turtleneck pullover,
and pink headband in her hair; she had a baseball in one hand, and a catcher
?s mitt in the other.
?You look good in pants and long sleeves,? Dennis heard himself say.
She looked down at herself, ?Nobody?s ever said that to me before.? Then
she looked at the yellow haired kid in the red overalls and striped black
and blue shirt (and sneakers, of course), and said, ?You?re dressed kind of
young.?
?I am?? he said, finally looking away from the girl, and down at his own
outfit. ?I do want new clothes. But I don?t think Mom and Dad?s going to get
me the kind I want.?
The girl shrugged. ?Some parents are like that. Mine aren?t. My name is
Gina.?
?Well, my name is?You?d just laugh if I didn?t tell you it was Dennis,? he
bowed his head.
?I won?t laugh. What do you want it to be? I think Elvis is a cool name.?
?Who? What are you talking about?? Dennis asked, finally getting up.
?Back where I used to live, there were kids trying out new names. Most of
them were girls. Girls can get really stupid names. My friend Annabelle
wanted everybody to call her ?Bubbles?.?
? ?Bubbles? isn?t stupid??
?I didn?t say it was a cool name. But ?Annabelle? isn?t a hot name, either.
Do you want to play ball??
?Did you have another name?? Dennis asked as the girl tossed him the ball
as she backed up along the sidewalk.?
? ?Gina? is already a cool name,? she said, raising her mitt.
?What about ?Dennis???
?It depends on the guy. Annabelle was cool enough, for a girl.?
?You don?t like girls?? Dennis asked, confused.
?They?re okay, if you like dolls and stuff. Are you going to throw??
Dennis looked at the ball in his hand. It should be more feel more familiar
than it did. He hesitated for a moment, then threw.
The underhanded toss took one bounce before it got within reach of Gina.
?Don?t you know how to play hardball?,? she said, just catching it.
?Hardball??
?You toss like they do in softball. Here: Throw it overhand, next time.?
The overhand throw came almost for him. The thought, What would Margaret
do? flashed through his mind.
He flinched, but did not step away from the ball. As he fumbled to keep it,
another thought entered his head, What would Gina do?
He almost?Only almost?dropped the ball.
?You don?t play much baseball, do you, Elvis? Aren?t there many boys around
here??
?No, there aren?t many kids on my block, or around it. ? Mostly adults. Mr.
and Mrs. Wilson are the oldest, and they live next to me. They?re nice,
especially Mrs. Wilson. But they?re old and retired. Mr. Wilson especially
gets retired.?
?That?s too bad. I was hoping I could find some boys to play with. Throw me
the ball back; we can practice your baseball skills.?
?There?s Joey! He?s my best friend, after Margaret.? Dennis found that he
had to think about how to throw overhand.
?Wild pitch!? Gina said, seeing it go into her front yard. ?You have a girl
for a friend. Cool. How old is Joey??
?He?s in preschool. He only goes a couple of times a week, though.?
?Preschool? There aren?t many boys around, are there? Do you go to
preschool, too?? she said, heading for the ball.
?No, I?m in kindergarten!? Dennis felt almost insulted.
?What about the girl ?best friend??? Gina asked, picking up the ball.
?She?s only in kindergarten because her birthday?s wrong. That?s what she
keeps telling us.?
?Me, too!? Gina said, tossing Dennis the ball. ?We have that alike.?
Dennis hurried to get under the ball. He tripped on the edge of the lawn.
Going down, he found that he had somehow got the ball between his hands
enough to look like he caught it when he landed on it. He stifled an Ow.
?What?s she like? Does she play ball? Or soccer? I like to play tag, and
follow the leader, too.?
Dennis sat up with the ball as if he?d caught it after all. ?Aw, she doesn?
t do any of those things. Before today, she use to have to play by herself
until?Gina! Do you believe in magic words??
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?Knock! Knock!? Dennis said as he knocked on the door that was just a foot
or so taller than he was.
From inside the gingerbread playhouse, a girl started saying, ?Please make
Denise a real girl! Please make Denise a real girl! Thank you. Please make
Denise a real girl! Thank you! Please??
?Margaret I brought cake!?
?What?? the curly redhead with big round glasses said, opening the Dutch
door.
?We?re visitors, and we brought you cake for your tea.?
Margaret looked at the raised plastic plate. ?It?s empty.?
?So is your tea pot,? Dennis said with all sincerity.
Margaret accepted the plate, ?Thank you. But, please, next time, bring your
own plate. Using mine is like picking my flowers to give to me.?
?Yes, Margaret. I will.?
?Hello. My name?s Gina. I just moved in around the block,? said the girl
standing out of immediate view; she had her hands behind her back.
Margaret smiled, ?You did?! I don?t have to just play with Denise any
more??
?Who?s Denise?? Gina asked, interested.
Margaret glanced at Dennis; he had a pained expression on his face. ?Denise
isn?t around right, now. I don?t know when you?ll be able to meet her.?
?I get it: Denise is your imaginary friend. That?s why you wish she was a
real girl.?
Margaret looked right at Dennis, now: ?She just might be ?my imaginary
friend?, the way she went away like she did. And why? Because she asked for
the biggest favor in the world, and didn?t get it right away.?
?That?s some imaginary friend,? Gina said. ?How many have you had??
?Aren?t you going to invite us in? That?s the polite thing to do, isn?t
it?? Dennis hurriedly asked.
?Of course. Where are my manners; come in, please,? Margaret said, opening
the lower half of the door.
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Inside there were two chairs. The one facing sideways was large (that is to
say, adult-size), the other smaller (kid-size); they had matching (simple
green plaid with one red rose near a corner) seat cushions and skirts around
the legs. Between them was a nightstand with an old lamp with a frilly
shade. There was a small coffee table in front of them, with women?s
magazines arranged on top. On the end wall, underneath the window, was a toy
sink and cabinet for the toy dishes. Next to that was a pink play stove and
oven. Next to that was a cradle with a couple of dollies (twins), underneath
three shelves with different sorts of doll (mostly baby) clothes and things
on them. In the corner next to the door was an old hope chest. It was
difficult to move quickly about.
?Please, ?Company gets to sit?,? Margaret said, motioning them to. ?Dennis!
You?re not as much company as Gina. Gina gets the good chair.?
Dennis had come in first, ?Does that mean the one that?ll fit her or not??
Dennis asked, a little confused.
?Isn?t that obvious??
?I?d like the small chair!? Gina smiled, slipping into it. ?I don?t get to
sit in chairs the right size very often.?
?Don?t your family have any for you?? Dennis asked.
?That?s one of the things my parents don?t believe in,? Gina said, sitting
back, and, since she was wearing pants, didn?t think of how her legs were
positioned.
?What do your parents do, Gina?? Margaret asked, starting the small talk.
?Margaret, excuse me for interrupting,? Dennis said, sitting as properly as
he could in the big chair, ?but we came here to ask a favor of you.?
?We did?? Gina asked.
?You want me to please and thank you something, don?t you Dennis?? Margaret
said, getting indignant. ?After the way you treated me, you think you can
come back and get me to give you what you want. I am not a genie, Dennis
Mitchell.?
?Wha-ah?? Gina asked herself.
?It?s not what you think, Margaret, honest!? Dennis was showing signs that
his feelings may be about to be hurt. ?I really do want to be your best
friend! I really do. But I want to be friends with Gina, too.?
Margaret felt a spark of jealousy as she looked across the coffee table at
the other girl.
?Only Gina doesn?t like the same things you do.?
And Dennis leaned forward in the big chair, towards Margaret, ?Wouldn?t it
be wonderful, if we all liked the same things??
The spark turned into a light bulb of inspiration as Margaret got the idea.
?Yes, it would be nice to have two?or three more playmates! Maybe I can have
as many playmates as I could ever want!? A shiny new world had suddenly
opened up on the little girl.
?So, could you please ask?? Dennis said, his eyes big with hope.
?Yes! Yes, I will: Please, Gina, will you join us in some tea??
?Tea? I don?t like tea.?
?It?s just ?air tea?,? Dennis said, leaning closer to her, now.
?Air tea?? Gina almost smiled. ?Okay, why not? Then can we play soccer or
something??
?If you still want to,? Margaret said, as if she knew a secret. ?Then, let?
s please go to the patio, where the table is set.?
?Can?t we do it in here? I like being in here. You can have a tea on a
coffee table.?
?I?ll get it!? Dennis volunteered, getting out of the chair?and on the
coffee table!
?Dennis Mitchell, what were you, raised in a barn?! Please do not walk on
the furniture!?
?Sorry, Margaret,? Dennis said, jumping off. But only from the end closest
to the door.
?That is a very polite kid,? Gina said.
?Believe me, he didn?t use to be,? Margaret said, finding a place on the
hope chest.
?Oh? How did you get him to change??
?If you?ll please stay and watch, I hope to show you.?
?Are you the girl-bully??
?What??!? Margaret cried, startled.
?It?s usually boys who are bullies. But there has to be girl ones, too.?
And Gina crossed her legs, boy-style. ?In my old neighborhood, I use to
bully, when I had to. Mostly against other bullies, to show them who they
couldn?t bully.?
?You mean like being a hero, and standing up for the weaker kids?? Margaret
said.
?You are older and bigger than Dennis?? Gina said. But there was no menace
in her expression.
Still Margaret sought to justify herself, ?If anybody?s been bullied around
here, it?s been??
?Here?s the tea set!? Dennis said. They were all inside the table cloth.
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?Yes, Dennis, that?s how you set a tea service. Thank you. You may sit
down.?
?Thank you, Margaret. I will sit down,? he said, pleased with the
compliment, and impatient for the magic.
?Please help yourself to the tea, Gina.?
After staring at Dennis, it took a moment for Gina to bring her mind back
on the game. She looked inside her plastic cup, ?My mom drinks tea when she
feels ?all coffee?d out?; she can drink this when she?s all tea?d out.?
?That?s not very funny,? Margaret told her.
?I guess not,? she said, picking up the cup. ?But I thought that?s what
teas were all about. At least that?s what Annabelle told me: ?Teas are about
lively and witty conversation?.?
?So, you do know how to be a girl,? Margaret said, smiling.
?I know how. I just rather not have to be when I don?t want to be. My
parents say, ?boys and girls should not be stuck in stereo-types?.?
?Girls act like girls for a reason. It?s the way God designed things. That?
s what my pastor said.?
?A man, I?m sure. What reasons there were for girls being ?junior partners?
are gone. We just haven?t caught up on the change over, yet.?
?Please, will you stop saying things like that!?
?Okay. I guess that?s what my parents call politics and religion. You?re
not suppose to talk about those things.? She still had not sipped from the
cup.
?And, Please, talk only about lady-like things, and drink your tea!?
?You are a bully!? Gina said, getting up out of the small chair.
?Please sit down, and act like a real girl!?
?I will not sit down! And if I have to do everything that I?m told, just
because I?m a girl, I don?t want to be a ?real girl?!
?Come on, Dennis, you can come with me. I?ll protect you!?
?I can?t, Gina,? Dennis told her, his heartbreaking.
?I said I?ll protect you. You don?t have to do what this bully tells you
to, not ever again!?
?But then she won?t let me play with her again!?
?What, you?d rather play tea than baseball???
?And play house, and with dolls, and do all of the things I can?t do
without Margaret!? he was beginning to cry.
?What have you done to this kid?!? Gina yelled at something worst than a
bully, only she didn?t know the word for it.
?What happened to: ?Boys should be allowed to do what girls do?!? Margaret
yelled back.
?That?s not what I mean!! There should be a middle?not, not this??
?Girl,? Dennis said tears flowing. ?I want to be a girl.?
?Oh, my?,? Gina was feeling funny.
?You?re free to do what you want, play boy or girl. Why can?t I??
?Oh, Dennis, I?m sorry,? Margaret said, stepping on the furniture (and tea
setting) to get to him. ?I wish there was something I could do.?
?Please, make your wish.?
?Okay,? Margaret was beginning to cry herself. ?Please, Dennis go back to
being a??
?No!! Don?t say it: Please, don?t say it!! I want to be a girl! I want to
be a girl who can do what she wants, when she wants! Being just a boy, means
you can?t do half the things there are to do!?
?Oh-, ohkay,? Margaret choked up. ?Please, then, Dennis, be the kind of
girl you want to be. And, please, be happy. I hope you can excuse me for my
selfishness. Thank you, for playing tea with me. I hope we can do it again
sometime.?
?We will,? Dennis said, smiling, his tears already beginning to stop. ?That
is part of being a girl. Thank you, Margaret.?
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?Alice, I?m home!? Henry Mitchell said, coming in the front door. The tall,
thin brunette man in the black glasses and brown hat with a blue suit and
black tie.
?Excuse me, Dad!? Dennis said, racing for the same door. Henry hurried to
get out of the way.
?Excuse me, too, sir!? a little girl with long brunette flowing behind her
said; she was just a couple of steps behind Dennis.
?Wait for me!? smaller Joey MacDonald cried. ?Hello, Mr. Dennis?s dad!? he
said as he passed.
Henry looked at the departing stampede and shook his head smiling. The
smile nearly dropped from his face when he saw, ?Margaret??
The girl with sports glasses walking towards the door had a helmet on her
curly red head. She wore elbow and knee pads; and an old blue blouse, and
black shorts. And running shoes! She was also carrying an old girl doll in a
dress as if it were a security teddy bear. ?Hello, Mr. Mitchell,? she said
somewhat glumly.
?Margaret, why are you dressed like that??
?A promise is a promise,? she sighed, pausing just before she went out with
the others. ?Gina said she?d play with me, if I played with her. Keeping
your word is the only polite thing to do.?
?Alice? Who?s Gina?? Henry asked his wife, who was now coming towards the
door with a platter full of still warm cookies.
?She?s a new neighbor.? She smiled, ?Apparently, our son has a real crush
on her.?
?Dennis? That boy?!?
?He?s not as much a boy as we thought,? she said, as her husband snuck one
(definitely still warm) cookie.
?What???
?Dennis and the others helped make these cookies.?
?Maybe I shouldn?t have one.?
?No. Go ahead. They did it right. And, while they didn?t help clean up the
mess, they didn?t make as big of a mess as they could have.?
?Mmm; you?re right. They?re not bad.?
?And he made me promise to show him how to cook. Not just cookies, either.
?Come, let me show you something,? she said, leading the way.
She stopped on their front stoop, her husband behind her.
?Oh, that kid! He stole Margaret?s doll! Dennis!! Give her back that doll,
at once!!?
?Margaret gave it to me!!? Dennis called back.
?What!??!?
?While we were cooking, he would keep asking me how a girl would do
things.?
?He did!?!!?
?And you know what? I told him.?
?Alice, I know how we humor him, but there has got to be a limit!?
?Oh? Look at him, and tell me you can tell him he can?t be a girl if he
wants to be??
?Sure, I?ll tell my son, he, he?.that is?.?
?There?s something different about him. A?Charisma! If it makes him happy,
why not let him be a girl??
?Yes?Why not??
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Gina?s soccer ?team? was handicapped by Joey; Dennis?s by Margaret. It
actually became a part of the game to make things interesting by using them
as screens and ricochet targets (but nothing that?d really scare or hurt the
chickens).
It was the best street game Dennis remembered playing in his life. And his
very first doll never left his arms.
The End
Addendum: Dennis never had a chance to change back; Margaret?s magic words
only worked for that one day. How much do you think you can get with a
penny?
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Please excuse me, for all of those who wanted Dennis to remain more like
Margaret. But Gina had to make things different. (You may remember that she?s
?new?, and they did a Sunday strip where she had just moved in. I put her
around the block, because she doesn?t appear as often as Margaret. I couldn?t
?hear? her as clearly as the others.)
?Besides, I?m a sucker for a happy ending. I hope you liked the charisma
idea. Thank you for the reviews.
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