The Hollywood Knights

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Hey, gang, it's Surf Sam on KBLA.

We're just hours away

from Halloween night, 1965.

Oh, I see that the hangout for the

Hollywood Knights, Tubby's Drive-In,

is coming down tonight.

Fellas, don't get bummed out.

Remember:

A friend with weed

is a friend indeed.

3:
29, Beach Boys time.

Man, she saw it. That's great.

Hey, what are you

doing over there?

I'm doing Dr. Eisner's

new facial exercises.

Oh, it's wonderful. It keeps your

skin circulating. It keeps you young.

It's great.

It's a bear-lion. You go:

Aah. Mmm. Aah.

Doesn't that stretch your skin out?

Oh, no, it's circulation. It's great.

It keeps you young

and youthful, gorgeous.

I'm gonna tie my bathing suit

here to the chair.

But I don't know why

you're doing that.

You know, last time I

did that, my tits got...

They peeled so much I went

from a size B cup to an A.

What's that clicking noise?

- You hear it.

- It's a camera.

Camera!

You little creep!

What is that? What are you doing?

WOMAN 1:
Camera! Camera!

What are you, crazy?

I'll sue you

for trespassing!

Clark, we got a couple of party boys

here that love to scare old ladies.

You don't have to work for

Scotland Yard to know about this.

A potato?

This was in the tailpipe

of the chief's car

last week.

Get down!

Clark, look what we got here.

Empty egg carton.

That tell you anything?

You boys making omelets?

What are you laughing at, huh?

You know what I'd like to do

to you now, Newbomb?

I'd like to kick the crap out of you,

that's what I'd like to do!

What's the problem, officer?

Oh, we got it taken care of, sir.

Thank you very much. Everything's fine.

No problem.

Just got some punks out here,

and that's it.

Wake up, Bimbeau. I want you

to get something straight.

I don't need the captain all over my

butt about some rinky-dink drive-in.

Do me a favor, Bimbeau.

Don't aggravate the situation.

Everything's under control,

sarge. It's okey-dokey.

Besides, sarge,

as a matter of fact,

if any of those little

assholes get out of line...

...I'll personally kick

the shit out of them.

That's exactly what

we don't want, Bimbeau.

The drive-in's coming down.

They'll all be gone tomorrow.

We don't need police brutality.

Got it?

Hear that?

Right. Yeah.

Bimbeau, what in

the hell is that?

No, no. Here!

Woo-hoo. Woo-hoo.

Oh, not that house.

People have been bad there.

Mooning!

Mooning!

Mooning, Mr. Katzenberg.

Absolutely.

We've all had these

disgusting experiences

with these Hollywood Knights,

and I give you my word,

tonight is the last night

the Hollywood Knights

will ever be

in Beverly Hills again.

Isn't that wonderful? Oh.

I want to send my husband Jack's

apologies to all of you.

He was real sorry

he couldn't be here tonight.

Anyway, he'll be at the pep rally

later giving the awards,

and of course, we'll see him

at the dance. Well...

What's the song

he's got now? The, uh...

"Tijuana Taxi. "

With the horn honk,

the "beep, beep"

at the end of it.

What the hell is that

supposed to be?

That's popular music.

Where the hell is the story

in a "beep, beep"?

Yeah.

Tell you what popular music is...

I know what popular music is.

You don't know.

I do.

Starting tomorrow,

today will be history...

Horseshit!

Nevans, there's some distracting

noise in the kitchen.

Could you see what that is?

That's the Beverly Hills

Police Department.

They're out there with Juanita.

Bullshit!

Take care of it.

I'll see if I can't

quiet those people down.

Anyway, Tubby's Drive-In,

this social disease

of our neighborhood,

well, it's enjoying its last night

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