Gidget

Well, let's call today

a dry run.

I tell you, why don't

we go to Santa Monica,

but this time

without the papoose in tow.

Yeah, Patti, all she does

is curb our operation.

Francie... you've always

been a part of a foursome.

You can't quit now.

You'll be fringed,

out in the cold.

Now, you know

you don't want that.

Well, it... it's already

happened, hasn't it, Patti?

I guess I just don't

belong anymore.

Really!

Letting eligible men see you

in an outfit like that.

Haven't you any pride?

Pride?

I guess I'll have to look up the

definition of the word again.

Okay,

so the word's around...

I'm for the birds.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help! Somebody, help!

Help!

Help!

Help! Help! Somebody, help!

This is it. Now, hold

on for your life.

We're gonna shoot the curl.

You feel okay?

I... I guess.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, Mr. Lifeguard Hero, sir!

Nice fishing, Moondoggie,

but, uh, what is it?

Hey, some pull-out, huh?

Yeah, wasn't it?

Hey, can we do it again?

For your information,

you almost drowned.

Yeah, you better listen

to Moondoggie here, miss.

See, this beach

is for surfers only.

It's too dangerous for dames.

Dames?

Oh, no, I'm no dame.

Oh, well,

what do you know?

It has all the earmarks

of a dame.

You better get your

monocle, Lord Byron.

Those are not ears.

It's a dame all right, only

kind of a pint-sized version.

Maybe she had amnesia?

If I just took her up to the...

Okay, okay, you guys,

knock it off.

Win a few, lose a few.

Be smart, kid. Why don't you

go back to your playmates.

Oh, but I haven't even thanked

you for saving my life...

Okay, so now you have.

Go on back to Mama...

and run, don't walk.

Hey, what are you, robbing

the cradle, Moondoggie?

Hey, she's a trifle

young, don't you think?

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