Our Miss Brooks – Custodian Of Student Funds. 490130.

In the opening, Connie tells about her recent duties in charge of the latest school project. Mr Conklin has instituted a Student Banking program, and Connie is in charge of handling the funds. She gets bad news when Mrs Davis has used the money to buy a new dress. What would a show be without a few comments about Mrs Davis absent minded sister Angela?

Connie needs to do some cover up until she can recover the missing student money. Walter shares some news and current events that don’t do Connie’s self esteem any good.

She stops in at the dress shop to return the dress and get the money back. Frank Nelson tries to wait on her, but wants to encourage her to keep the dress. When she discovers that the dress was bought on clearance, she is stuck with it. Connie needs the dress that she’s wearing repaired, has the home ec teacher do it, and manages to sell her the new dress. Whew, the funds are regained.

Connie changes into the new dress and starts her day by visiting the principle to go over the banking books. Things go south for Connie when the home ec teacher can’t fit into the dress. Miss Brooks hurries off to have lunch with Mr Boynton. It’s her lucky day when she learns that Boynton has a windfall of just the amount of cash she needs, and he needs a costume for an upcoming ball. She tries to push the dress off on him, but he just isn’t going for it. Not to mention that at the moment he is trying it on he gets visitors. Walter and Harriot arrive, and Harriot thinks her mom might be interested. With Boynton in the dress, Conklin both gives a classic reaction to Boynton’s appearance, and reminds Connie to give him the bank report.

There’s nothing left to do, Connie has to face up to the situation of the missing money, and while she is being chewed out for it, a related indiscretion of Mr Conklin’s is revealed. Oopsie, but all is forgiven. Of course the solution for the missing funds is forthcoming. With lessons learned about cash security, that incident won’t ever happen again, will it?