The Hollywood Knights Page #3

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to the DJ at the record store.

Are we set there, gentlemen?

Are we ready? Very, very, very good.

Gentlemen, goodbye, good luck. And

think of this as a great adventure.

It's Halloween, jackoff.

Let's go, let's have some fun.

Take off your shorts!

Come on. Come on, man.

Hey, guys, watch out for

a cougar with rabies!

You mean they're gonna leave us

naked in Watts?

Where's the record store?

Hey, come on down

and see me, I am broadcasting live

from Music City

in the heart of Watts tonight.

Hey, guess who's coming in now.

It's time for Dr. J., all right.

KBLA and Surf Sam getting up and

making way for who else but Dr. J.

Thank you, my man, Surf Sam.

Hey, Dr. J., KBLA,

Halloween night, 1965.

The funkiest you have

ever heard.

And I'm gonna hit you hard with

"Sherry" by The Four Seasons right now.

What time is it?

Eight-thirty.

Maybe the chicks aren't coming.

Hey, you guys, shut up!

This is our secret spot.

Nobody knows about it.

Now, will you stop worrying? We're alone.

Nobody knows we're here. I'm telling you.

I can't believe we're doing this.

If my pop ever found out

that I was changing into this outfit,

he would just die. He would die.

My God. I can't believe...

Don't forget to take

your bra off. You too.

I read about a new bust exercise.

Really? Where?

In the Vogue magazine.

Especially from Europe.

I paid $6 for it.

Ooh, does that feel good.

Freedom at last.

You think I should wear a bra? I'd hate to

get caught without a bra in a car accident.

Oh, is this exciting.

My pants are too tight.

Take your underwear off.

What's wrong with you? Just hurry up and

get changed before somebody does come.

I'm ready. Come on.

We gotta hurry to the pep rally.

Watch out!

Oh, my God!

What are you doing there?

Get out of here! What are you, crazy?

I don't believe it!

Get out of here!

I can't stand you, Turk!

You're so immature!

You're such a putz!

Hey, that's real great. Here comes

Bimbeau. Get up, man! Here he comes, man.

I wanna tell you buttholes

something.

This sh*t is way

out of line.

And you squirrels better have

some nuts in your mouth,

or you're going downtown.

What the hell's

the difference, huh?

I gotta have a nighttime job

so I can be free during the day.

Yeah, I almost forgot. You're

gonna be a famous actress.

That's what pisses you off, isn't it?

That I might become somebody.

I think you're somebody right now.

Oh, sh*t, come on.

Look, I gotta start looking

after tonight anyway.

You know, I think you're right.

You should go out and...

...find a job right away so

you don't starve to death.

What do you want me to do?

You're gonna start college in January,

you got a part-time job here at Smitty's.

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