A Date with Judy Page #4

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Anything wrong, Judy?

Oh, just everything, Pop. Everything.

Oh, now, you look beautiful.

In high heels too.

An inch and a half.

Next year I'm gonna have 2 inches,

that is if I live that long.

Oh, now, what you need

is a strawberry parfait.

What I need is the date

for the dance tonight.

- Pop, who's that?

- Uh?

Oh, that's Stephen Andrews,

my nephew.

Oh, he's wonderful.

Yeah, he's late.

- Is he married?

No, he's not married.

- Is he engaged?

- Yes, to me, for the summer.

Do you think that maybe he could, um?

You sit right there and don't you move.

I'll wait. I won't move an inch.

I wonder if you'd do me a little favor?

Why, sure, Pop. What is it?

Well, how would you like to take

a beautiful young lady to a dance?

You call that a favor? Who is she?

Well, she's a friend of mine.

An old friend. That is,

we've known each other a long time.

Where is she?

Right there.

- You mean... You mean that youngster?

- Shh.

Now, wait a minute, she's only a child.

I'd look great taking her to a dance.

Now, Stephen, this is important.

Her heart's breaking.

You got a kid sister, you know

how tragic something like this can be.

Now, besides, I promised her.

Come on.

All right, Pop, you win.

But it's against my better judgment.

And if I send out an SOS,

I'll expect your help.

It's a most unusual day

Gramps.

Nobody's gonna stand up

my granddaughter. No, sirree.

Oh, you're a lamb.

I'll take you to the dance

and fetch you home.

And if they play a polka,

I'll even dance with you.

Oh, thanks, Gramps,

but I think that maybe I have a date.

You have, Judy.

Stephen, Judy.

- Hello, Judy.

- Hello. Gramps, this is Stephen.

Glad to know you, Gramps.

Always tell a man's character

the way he shakes.

Thank you, sir.

We'd better hurry, Stephen.

I don't wanna miss a minute of the dance.

Goodbye, Gramps. Bye, Mr. Scully.

Oh, dear.

- How about a cherry phosphate?

- Don't mind if I do.

Got anything to put a little sting in it?

Hey, Jo-Jo, take over for me

for a minute, will you?

Look.

Don't worry, Oogie.

Everything will be all right.

Yeah, and in the meantime,

I'm a bachelor.

Melvin, who's Judy dancing with?

I can't tell at this distance.

Well, you need glasses, Mr. Foster.

My eyes are perfect.

Judy, hey.

I think the orchestra leader

is trying to attract your attention, Judy.

Ignore it.

He's just someone I used to know

in my childhood.

Ladies and gentlemen...

...our popular 16-year-old singer,

Miss Judy Foster...

...will sing for you now.

That's despicable, that's what it is.

It's despicable.

He knows that I'm practically 17.

Any man who'd reveal a woman's age

should be horsewhipped.

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