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[woman screaming]

[screaming]

What is it? What's the matter? Just practicing. Watch.

[all screaming]

[screaming continues]

Really. These teenagers nowadays are ridiculous.

Including yours, beloved truly, no doubt.

Gidge, you have to remember, things were a lot different

way back when Annie was a teenager.

They didn't have time for screaming

at the Dingbats. No, we did not.

They were too busy screaming at Elvis Presley.

Through the ages, the hysterical

symptom of the teenage rebellion--

- Worship of the unacceptable. - Oh, here we go, folks.

Sigmund "Fraud" and his electric couch.

What you're really doing is

striking back at parental authority.

- At Daddy? - No, just a nick.

[man on TV] And that's the big news in Los Angeles tonight.

The Dingbats are here. Exactly where

they're staying, no one seems to know.

And perhaps if us parents get lucky, we'll never find out.

Good night.

If the parents wish to destroy the idols,

all they'd have to do is to accept them.

Become fans. You mean we only

like them because they hate them?

Russ, what is your honest opinion of the Dingbats?

Why, I think they're twitching.

Uh-huh.

They twitch as if they're playing

those electric guitars with wet hands.

[laughing]

♪ [jazzy pop]

♪ If you're in doubt about angels ♪

♪ Being real

♪ I can arrange to change

♪ Any doubts you feel

♪ Wait till you see my Gidget ♪

♪ You'll want her for your valentine ♪

♪ You're gonna say she's all that you adore ♪

♪ But stay away Gidget is spoken for ♪

♪ You're gonna find that Gidget is ♪

♪ Mine ♪

We'd better get working on the dance

decorations. What's more important to you?

A high school dance or your own sense

of personal identity and integrity?

The dance. We're the decoration committee, remember?

You don't care that you might be batty over the Dingbats

just because your parents hate them.

Like some protest. That doesn't bother you?

Listen. We disagree on a lot of things.

They can't stand the way I wear

my hair, the way I talk or dress.

You should see my father when he opens the door and it's Stanley.

Well, I, for one, want to know that I

do what I do because I want to do it.

Not just because I'm protesting or rebelling.

Like?

Like I want to meet the Dingbats

face-to-face and see how I really feel.

No, I know how I feel. I want to know why I feel it.

You better take that thing off. I

think your head just got cooked.

We could find them if we really concentrated.

If we really concentrated, we could

come up with a theme for the dance...

and get the decorations made. Yeah.

Hey, I've got it. Kill two birds with one stone.

What better decorations than autographed pictures

of the Dingbats all over the place?

There are times when I think you're a genius.

And those are the times when I get in the most hot water.

Come one, come all, to the Ring-A-Ding Dingbats.

Okay, okay. So how do we find them?

How does one find buried treasure?

With a shovel? No. With a treasure map.

Oh, you're kidding. Everyone in town is looking for them,

and you think they've got it marked on a map.

Helpful Hannah says they're staying at some big star's home.

Yeah, but which one?

I don't know. We just drive by every one and use our intuition.

Our intuition, my gas.

Hail to thee, blithe spirits. Oh, hi.

We'd like to buy a map. Oh, well,

now, uh, which one will it be?

Uh, the $1.00 or-- or the $2.00?

We'll take the $1.00. What's the difference?

Well, the $2.00 one is autographed.

Whose autograph?

Desiree Amore.

We'll take the one. Uh, the one with your autograph.

Oh, well, thank you.

It's always such a pleasure meeting a fan.

There you are. Thank you, dear.

Bye. Bye-bye.

I'm not gonna say a word about it. Not one single word. Good.

Just open that $2.00, hand-autographed

map that you bought with half of my money.

Anytime you're through not talking about it. Okay.

Let's see. Here's Sunset Boulevard,

and here are the Bel-Air gates.

Hey, there's one of the star's homes. Yeah.

Who's Helen Twelvetrees? I don't know. Oh, here's one.

Clara Bow? Rudolph Valentino. Boy, did we get taken.

Well, look at it this way.

I bet we've got the only autograph

in the country of-- of Desiree Amore.

Honestly, of all the-- Shh. I'm thinking.

Oh, that's it. I thought my brakes need realigning.

[door opens] Whoo!

Whoo! Is that for me? Hardly.

How do you know I don't live here?

Because I look more like

Elizabeth Montgomery than you do.

Hey, they really are "floriste" to the stars.

So? So?

[Gidget narrating] There are times I amaze even myself.

The idea I had for tracking down the Dingbats was so good,

it was hard to believe no one ever thought of it before.

I guess those big brains don't dig pop music.

♪ [humming]

Are you in charge here?

Well, sometimes the tiger lilies

put up a good fight, but we manage.

[chuckling] Oh, we are not interested

in an ad in the school paper.

- Oh, no, no, that's not-- - And Le Fleur de Beverly Hills...

never puts posters in the window.

But--

No matter what good cause it's for. Is our business concluded?

[giggles] Oh, Liz Montgomery did say he was amusing.

Liz Montgomery?

Yes. I admired a floral display you did for her.

You know, asters, irises, orchids, touches of lavender.

Yes. Yes.

And she told me the bewitching Mr. Goodpasture did it.

She did?

Of course. Liz is a very generous girl.

Of course. Of course. You're

interested in a similar arrangement?

Oh, Liz would never forgive me.

Well, of course, of course. I-I didn't mean the same kind.

Forty-five dollars? Oh, isn't it amazing?

So reasonable for such elegant work.

Oh, well, thank you. Thank you.

Oh, perhaps if you told me the occasion?

Anniversary, birthday, debut, hmm? Oh, no, no.

It's sort of a-a welcome to our shores to two British friends.

British friends. Yes. Right.

Oh, yes, yes. I have the perfect suggestion.

Uh, two guitars made of orchids, the teensy Cymbidium.

Oh, marvelous. Just brilliant.

Well, thank you, thank you. Of course,

I had something simpler in mind.

Simpler, hmm?

I've got it. A rose.

A single, yellow rose.

One rose?

But a perfect rose.

Trembling on the verge of unfolding when it arrives.

Oh, can you see their faces when--

We do not deliver under $20.

May I see the rose?

Oh, yes, of course. Yes, yes, of course.

How much have we got left out of the decoration money?

Oh, about 22-- You wouldn't?

That's not our money. For one rose--

Well, well, well, well, well. Here it is.

And it's a doozy. Oh, you've done it again.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

This will be delivered within the hour?

Oh, yes, of course. The truck should be back in seconds.

Marvelous. Marvelous. Thank you.

May I have that in a clear glass vase, please?

Oh, well, uh, may I suggest a box? You see, it's a--

Clear glass. Indeed. Clear glass.

Do you wish me to enclose a card?

Oh, no, no. They'll know who it is.

I mean, who else would send the Dingbats a single, yellow rose?

Yes, of course. Who else?

Oh, e-excuse me. Excuse me, please.

The address where they're staying? Oh, I assumed you knew.

Oh, I-I-I-I do. Uh, that is, we deliver.

I mean, I'm supposed to ask. But I'm not supposed to tell.

Certainly. I understand.

It will be delivered within the hour, Miss, uh-- Miss, uh--

I don't believe I caught the name.

Oh, but I-- I didn't throw it. Ta-ta.

Cheerio.

Twenty bucks for one moth-eaten petunia.

If you were gonna steal the dance money,

you could have at least gotten something jazzy.

They're closin' the doors. Let's get in the car.

Count five and then pull out real slow.

He's waiting out there! Duck!

Gidget Airlines. The only way to fly.

[Gidget narrating] Even if I do say so

myself, the one rose was a brilliant idea.

No mistaking it for one of those man-made

jungles he was delivering all over town.

[Larue] Well, we made it this far.

There goes your yellow rose-- right into San Quentin.

So there's a little gate. Big deal. Little gate?

[dog barking] Someone's coming.

[barking continues]

[barking continues]

Well, good-bye, autographed pictures. Good-bye, $20.

Good-bye, Dingbats. Good-bye, Charlie.

I've got an idea. Good-bye, Gidget.

Okay, I'll do it alone. I'll take full

responsibility for the 20, for everything.

Good-bye, Larue. Hello, sucker.

[Gidget narrating] Whoever said you

gotta spend money to make money...

hit the piggy bank on the head.

So back we went with Larue's

lifesavings for nine more maps...

and plunged into the world of big business.

The first sale is the toughest.

But it was one down and nine to go.

And with every sale came the loyalty oath--

The Dingbats' whereabouts was gonna remain

the exclusive secret of a small, select group.

I mean, if word like this ever

leaked out to the female community,

Bel-Air could fast become a disaster area,

to say nothing of what would

happen to our nice little business.

Okay now, 20 for the dance-decoration money,

one for me, uh,10 for Larue's piggy bank...

and 19 to be divided by the stockholders.

Boy, if we were really greedy types, we

could make a fortune at five a throw.

Now we agreed just 10 discreet customers.

Yeah. You think Wendy Weinberg is

really discreet? Are you kiddin' me?

She's so closed mouthed, I didn't even know she wore braces...

till the other day when she screamed. Yeah.

[phone rings]

Mm. C'est moi.

Oh, hi. Nancy?

Oh, just sittin' around.

You want to know if what is true?

Oh, who told you a silly thing like that?

[together] Wendy Weinberg. Right.

She swore you to secrecy, huh? Showed you the map?

Now listen, Nancy, if you tell a soul-- You swear?

Well, sure I trust you. What choice have I got?

Yeah. Tootles.

Discreet, closemouthed Wendy Weinberg.

We should have soldered her braces.

Hey, girls. They just announced-- What's that?

Oh, that? Money.

Well, even a teacher can recognize

the stuff. Where did it come from?

Well, a little business deal.

Okay.

I came in to tell you they announced an

interview with the Dingbats on the news.

I thought you'd be-- [both screaming]

Interested.

[man] Perhaps the best-guarded secret

aside from Jack Benny's age in Hollywood today.

Our news department was granted this exclusive interview

to explain the reason...

for the secrecy surrounding the Dingbats' whereabouts.

For those of you who don't know, the Dingbats' real names are

Arthur and Herbie.

They're also Arthur and Herbie for those of you who do know,

which is a coincidence as me old mum used to say.

[man] That was Herbie.

Well, boys, I feel privileged being asked here this evening.

But I must admit, I'm as curious as everyone out there...

as to the mystery, all the secrecy.

What's the story? I'm getting married tomorrow.

Married?

Actually, it's not like losing a partner.

It's more like gaining a private hotel room.

Come on, Herbie. Sorry, mate. Anyway, that's the mystery.

They thought they'd like just a nice quiet wedding

with a bit of time for themselves.

[man] Well, I'm sure your fans can understand that.

I know, as a performer, I owe 'em so much, but--

Well, Ellen is shy, and if we could

just have this one day... off?

Well, I don't think that's too much to ask, do you?

One quiet, private day for a young couple in love.

And now back to our newsroom.

[clicks off] You know, sometimes

I feel sorry for those boys.

Performers do owe something to

their public, you know. Oh, true.

I mean, listen, without fans,

there'd be no stars, right? Right.

And vice-versa. I mean, they're rich. Everybody loves them.

I should be so unlucky.

You've got something that all the

money and all that worship can't buy.

Your right just to be a kid.

Well, if they wanted that, they

shouldn't have gone into show business.

[phone rings] I'll get it.

[rings]

Lawrence residence. No, this is Larue. Uh, Gidge.

You sure there isn't something you want to tell me?

Well, like what? [Larue] Oh, no.

Oh, chip on the shoulder, the money on the bed. Anything?

Gidget, that was Wendy Weinberg's cousin.

One of the triplets.

Oh.

[snoring]

If anyone sees any reason...

for these two people not to be

joined together in Holy Matrimony--

[crowd shouting, screaming]

let him speak now.

[shouting, screaming]

Larue? [snores] Oh,10 more minutes, Mom.

Ten more-- What are you doing up?

We've got to go over there and warn them.

Maybe they can move the wedding someplace else.

It's still dark out. With the way that word was spreading,

you know what will happen the minute it starts to get light.

Now, come on, we've got to give 'em a fighting chance.

Well, what about the dogs?

Well, like the man said, it's in the bag. Oh, good.

Larue. Okay, okay. Okay.

Here.

- [twigs snapping] - Shh!

Shh! Shh!

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Larue, think positive for once in your life.

Okay. I'm positive I'm gonna be sick.

[barking]

Here, doggies. Nice doggies.

Here-Here's Aunt Larue with numma-num.

[barking, growling]

[barking continues in distance]

[growling, barking]

[object clatters]

Burglar.

You're not a burglar. Oh, no, you're a-- You're a teenager.

Um, I-I'm Gidget Lawrence. And you're Shen

Walters, the Dingbats' manager, right?

How did you find out where we are?

Well, I guess I've got one of those over active minds.

Bully, Shen. You've caught her... rose-handed.

The Bel-Air Bouquet Burglar.

Well, I sent this.

Ahh, and you've come to water it. What a love.

Now save the jokes. Do you know what this means?

Now look, kid, I don't know what you think you're doing here,

but I don't want any-- I came to help.

But I'd rather give my message directly

to the Dingbats, if you don't mind.

Now that will be impossible.

Unless of course you'd like to tell me?

No, I don't. This happens to be something terribly important

that the Dingbats would--

[gasps]

But you don't look like a Dingbat.

Well, neither do you. It's a joke, love.

You know we don't wear the muffs beddy-bye.

I hate to interrupt the social hour, but you did say urgent.

Well, it could be. [tires squealing]

Oh. All right, all right, let's have it.

Well, it-- It could be just 11 very

discreet fans and one set of triplets.

On the other hand, it could be--

[all screaming man] 1,200 frothing, fighting, female fans.

And they're still coming from the reports we've just received.

Sounds like that quiet, little

wedding was just a slender dream.

Maybe we can sneak off the grounds somehow?

If we weren't in costume-- It

took you a while to recognize me.

Yeah, and without the wigs-- Oh, forget it.

The minute they'd see a car-- Oh.

Hey, hold the phone. Yeah.

Hold what, where? Who? What, huh? Well, you see, Shen--

Wait a second! Someone's got to get Larue off that wall.

Oh, we'll get-- we'll get that later. Turn around a moment.

[both] It'll work. What will work?

Arthur, now cool it. Everything's gonna be all right.

Well?

[all screaming]

Whoo! Well, we-- We did it. And escaped.

Yeah. Really, thanks, girls.

That was the nicest wedding

present you could have given them.

Well, ta-ta. Bye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye. toodles. Ta-ta. Cheerio.

[both sighing]

Home--

Home, sweet home. I'm pooped.

Me too. But it was kind of fun being Dingbat for a day.

Dingbats! [screaming]

Hey, it's Gidget! Gid--

What in the-- I have been worried

sick. Where have you been?

What are you doing in those get-ups? Playing pied piper.

But he was lucky. All he had to worry about were rats.

[door opens]

This is addressed to the Bel-Air Bouquet Burglar...

from two loyal fans. Ohh!

The pictures!

Oh, it was all worthwhile after all... almost.

You know, I feel like I've had a crash

course in growing up. [chuckles]

How about an oral exam, Prof?

Fire away. Okay.

One-- It isn't as much fun being a big star as it sounds. Mm-hmm.

Two-- There's no such thing as 10 discreet fans.

All the money goes back, every penny of it. Check.

And three--

I'm not so sure if I know the answer

to three or not. What's the question?

Do I do what I do because I want to

or just because I'm rebelling against parental authority?

Oh, now, well, that's a multiple-choice one.

The answers are yes, no and so what? All correct.

You mean you don't care? Everybody's

rebelling against something.

Teenagers rebel against themselves mostly--

The part that wants to remain a child against the grown-up part.

Yeah. And parents? Oh, they rebel against a lot of things.

Mostly against growing older. [chuckles]

But I think we'll both survive.

I hate to be a bragging daughter,

but I must have raised him right.

I mean, how many other parents dig the

difference between rebelling and revolting?