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You're probably wondering what I wanted to talk to you about.

Well, I feel we should have a mature discussion...

about my going to Oceanside for the

surfing championships this weekend.

I realize I'll be gone overnight, but before Dad left,

he gave me permission, if it's all right with you.

And anyway, Larue and the gang are all

going down, and it'll be a fun weekend.

Not an orgy or anything.

So, Sis, it's up to you and John.

Well?

Well, you sold me. Maybe it'll work.

You're probably wondering what I wanted to talk to you about.

The surfing championships at Oceanside this weekend.

I feel we should have a mature discussion about--

About--

Yes, the surfing championships. Right.

- Were you planning to go? - Planning to--

- Well, you know what Dad said. - He left it up to us.

After a mature discussion, we decided it was a good idea.

You did?

Yes. It should be a fun weekend.

Yeah. Are you kids feeling all right?

John, whatever I may have thought

about you, I take it back.

And as for you, super sister! [shouts]

[door closes]

Step one-- check. I feel sneaky.

Why? Gidget gets her big weekend and

we maintain control of the situation.

She was absolutely delighted.

What did she mean by taking back what she thought about me?

♪ [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 ♪

Twenty-five dollars-- cash.

And all you have to do is keep a

sort of big-brotherly eye on her.

Uh, without her knowing about it. Yeah, I understand, uh--

Well, my girl won't be able to get down for the weekend,

so I will be free.

She's a cute kid.

All right, it's a deal.

John, Mrs. Cooper, don't worry

about a thing. I'll look after her.

Okay. Thanks.

In my considered opinion, old buddy, you are a flipperooney.

Twenty-five pieces of bread.

Scott, Oceanside and the surfing championship?

I mean, that's gonna be like

Australia, man. Bunnies everywhere.

Look, Scott, you're entered in the championship,

and you're gonna babysit on the side?

No sweat. Remember Sally can't make it down for the weekend?

So I'll be free, and I got a plan.

Ignore 'em.

For the first three minutes anyway.

There she is. Yeah.

Wish me luck.

Hey.

Do you know who that is? Scott Baker.

What? Gidget, that's Scott

Baker, and he's coming toward us.

Oh, don't be silly. Gidget, he's smiling at you.

That's ridiculous. He's probably looking at--

I was looking at you.

- Me? - You.

You wouldn't have any idea where I

dropped my ID. bracelet, would you?

You mean this?

That's it. Thanks.

My name is Scott Baker.

Oh. [stammering] Me-- Gidget.

Uh, me Scott. Hi, Gidget.

Hi. Uh, these are my friends.

- Uh, this is Larue-- - [Scott] Larue.

- [Gidget] and Ellen-- - [Scott] Ellen.

And Betty. Betty.

My friends.

As I was saying, hi, Gidget. Hi.

Maybe you could help me with another problem.

My date couldn't make it down for the weekend,

so here I am all alone by myself.

Gee. That's too bad.

That's what I said. And then I saw you. Me?

You. So to help me with my problem, I'd, uh--

I'd like you to be my date for the weekend.

Your date? I mean, your date!

My date. You and me. Scott and Gidget.

I'll be, uh, surfing most of the

day, but there is a dance tonight.

- What do you say? - Me?

Me and you at the dance tonight?

You do dance? Oh, sure.

I love to dance. Crazy about it.

Well, actually--

Actually, Scott, I--

I think it would be fun, Scott.

It's a date, Scott.

Okay. Uh, you better keep this.

Remember now, Gidget, you're my date, so stick around, huh?

I wanna know where you're at, okay?

Yeah, okay. Sure. Okay.

I'll see you kids later. I'm about

due for the, uh, first round.

Wow.

You rang? Something is working.

Well, my name's Richie Ryan.

Well, aren't you going to introduce

me to your friends? Oh, yeah.

This is Ellen, Betty, Larue, and this is Gidget.

Gidget. Well, well, well.

Well, Gidget, are you interested in sharing a wealth of fun?

- In other words, would you like-- I'm very sorry.

I already have a date.

[scoffs] Break it. Move up in class.

Boy, are you wiped out. Thank you all the same, Richie,

but I wanna go and watch the next set.

Well, pardon me, Cleopatra.

Want a little indigestion?

No, thanks, Richie. I'm not hungry.

This could be only the beginning, you know.

Hamburgers, French fries, jumbo

malts. I'm known as the lavish type.

Richie, I told you. I already have a date.

Now write me off your list. Nothing personal. I'm just busy.

Hiya, Scott! Beautiful run!

Are you sure you don't want some French fries? No, thanks.

[exhales] The water's like ice. How about something to eat?

Oh, great. I'm starved.

That appetite sure came back in a rush, didn't it?

So long, stranger. I'll, uh, wait

till I hear that from Gidget.

You just heard it from the top, huh?

♪ [jazz]

You know, you're a very good dancer. Thanks.

And a very pretty girl.

Uh, could I cut in please? You mustn't hoard the wealth.

How about a break, huh? Thanks.

Another one, please. So, how you holdin' up?

Listen, I'm having a very good time.

Gidget is not only a nice girl, but she's, uh, well, alive.

These days, all the girls seem to be handmade copies...

of everyone from Liz Taylor to Joan Baez.

But Gidget-- Gidget, she's an original.

She needs watching over like a football stadium needs wheels.

[clears throat]

Well, hello again. Not the Richie Ryan?

Now don't panic, dear. I forgive you.

Now why don't we cut out of here and

find a place with a little action?

Richie Ryan, the one-man riptide. Not tonight, dear.

Where's Scott? Oh, he'll be back.

Excuse me, Mel. I, uh-- I think I'm up to bat again.

Do you mind?

Bye.

♪ [ends] [applause]

♪ [new song]

Sally. Oh, my gosh. Nice to see you too, Mel.

I guess you two weren't expecting me.

Uh-- Well, Sally, as I recollect,

you told Scott that you were

gonna drop him on his pointy head.

And then you stated that you thought he was insensitive,

selfish and devious.

It was devious, wasn't it?

Then you stated, under oath, you'd rather

spend the weekend in traction than see him.

Uh, no. No, we weren't expecting you. Well, I can't blame you.

Mel, I-- I cooled down. And I want to make up with Scott.

Who's that?

Oh, the, uh-- That's, uh,

a girl. No.

[Sally] Well, I would've said she's a postage stamp.

And special delivery, the way she sticks to Scott.

Scott?

Hello, dear.

Oh. I got your message, friend. Cut in on again.

Hey, thank you.

Sally, baby, what are you doing here? I-- I--

You forgave me? You dog.

If I wasn't passion's slave.

Forgive me back, and all's square. You're forgiven.

Speaking of babies--

Isn't she a little young for you?

Uh, well, yes.

- You see, actually, it's all very

simple and, uh-- - But I'm not.

- So make it a good explanation. - Sally.

Uh, would you excuse me for a minute, please?

Go right ahead, dance.

Richie, not now.

What's the matter, Gidget? Trouble

with your big date? [sighs]

Actually, it's a job-- The girl, I mean.

Oh, come on.

Sally, she's a kid.

Sally, really, honestly. Scout's honor.

That kid, Gidget-- You know, her

family's paying him 25 bucks cash money.

- For exactly what? - To police her.

[Mel] Scott's just babysitting.

[Sally] Babysitting?

For a teenager?

- Gidget, listen, I-- - I did. I listened.

You're sort of like an undercover agent, huh, Scott?

My very own.

Congratulations, Scott. Very smooth.

Except I think you dropped this in the wrong place.

If you needed $25 so much, you could've just asked me.

You didn't have to con me for it. You didn't have to.

[kids chattering]

[sighs]

Where can he be?

I went up the beach as far as the rocks.

Scott, that's enough. She's not a child. No, no. She's a girl.

And I hurt her. I humiliated her.

I know, but-- but it's all out now.

Let the poor kid alone. She'll be okay.

Gidget is my responsibility. And I'm your girl.

Sal, bear with me, huh?

[Gidget narrating] I wanted to vanish.

Just be nobody nowhere at all.

In books, when something terrible

happens, you're supposed to feel numb.

I wasn't numb. I hurt.

I really thought that Scott-- that he liked me.

That slurky Gleek!

Gidge. Where have you been?

I went everywhere twice and collected

half the sand from here to San Francisco.

I was afraid you'd done something desperate.

I couldn't think of anything desperate enough to do.

Thanks for the smelling salts,

Larue. They came in handy after all.

Oh, Gidge. It isn't that bad.

Besides, it's all over anyway.

All over? Yeah.

There's a bus back to L.A. in about 12 minutes.

You can't go. That'd be like running out.

That's what I'm doing-- running. And that's the direction-- out.

Gidget, it'd be like it happened to all of us if you wipe out.

Well, I was wiped out, Larue,

by Scott Baker, your friendly neighborhood assassin.

So I'm running home.

With Ellen's necklace, Betty's pumps and my smelling salts.

You can't duck out with all of our stuff. Oh, Larue.

Besides, we'd miss you.

I can't go back to that dance with

all those people staring at me.

What do they know? Everything.

News like this spreads like poison ivy.

Well, who cares about them? You can't

let a slurky male get the better of you.

Rise above him!

Well, I-- Come on, Gidge. Show 'em all!

[exhales] You're right, Larue.

Besides, running away wouldn't prove anything...

except maybe defeat.

Gidge, you're a profile in courage.

You had us all worried there, especially Scott. Naturally.

If anything happened to me, he'd have a

hard time collecting from Anne and John.

[sighs]

♪ [jazz]

[sighs] The police haven't seen her.

She's back.

Excuse me. Gidget?

Gidget, listen!

Well, well, well.

I do believe Ryan's inning is coming up.

Are you really interested in that kid? Wise up, man.

What kind of a wild child is it that

needs her own private probation officer?

Believe me, this Gidget has gotta be a swinger.

You know, I think I'm just about ready to pitch. [clink]

Gidget, I-- Not the real Richie Ryan?

In person and in pursuit. Gidget, listen to me.

I think we still have a few offers open. Gidget, I wanna--

Baker, isn't it? Or was the name Brutus?

You nearly gave me heart failure.

Oh? Oh, of course. Your 25 pieces of silver.

Cut-rate price there, Baker. You should've held out for 30.

Come on, Gidget. I'm sorry. I really am sorry.

So am I, Scott.

As I was saying. No. As I was saying. Let's go.

You can play with this baby wolf

anytime. I wanna talk to you now.

Why don't you write it down, put it in

a bottle and drop it off of the pier?

And follow it in.

Scott, I have had it. I didn't come

down here to cheer your social work.

Sally, will you try to understand? You understand.

Me or problem child, period.

There she is. I rebuilt this baby myself.

380 horses, three-quarter race cam,

fuel injection, plus all the luxuries.

Now you name a destination.

Well, frankly, I'm a little hungry. Me too. Me too.

You want something way out? Well, how about just a sandwich?

And then maybe we could go to a

show or another dance or something.

Ah, I know just the place. Good music, good food,

crowd couldn't be better and atmosphere.

Out of my way. Ryan's a-roamin'.

But first we're gonna lose that

watchdog of yours. [engine starts]

Gidget!

[tires squealing]

You are just the guy I wanna see.

[tires squealing]

Well, how's that for fancy wheel work? Great.

I feel like I just finished first in the Indianapolis 500.

Well, I wanted to make sure we, uh, lost your watchdog.

Anyway, uh, three minus one makes two,

the best number.

Uh, don't you think we oughta get going? [clears throat]

Where?

That little place you mentioned.

We're here.

- What? - This is it.

You said we're gonna get something to eat

and then-- Right you are. Right you are.

Something to eat. The galley.

Fully stocked for long sea voyages,

cross-country hauls and surfing safaris.

But-- Yeah. Like I said, there's food,

music-- ♪ [jazzy pop]

Great atmosphere, and, uh,

the best of company.

Ham, cheese or tuna?

Ham.

A little mustard, pickles.

Coffee, tea or milk?

Nothing, thank you. [clears throat]

Hey!

A little idea of mine. You know, togetherness?

Make you feel cozy? No, insecure.

Listen, Richie, I think that you

think-- I think-- I think you're cute.

Oh. Why don't you relax?

Play it cool, not coy. I've got the facts, ma'am.

[Gidget narrating] I was beginning to get

the idea that Richie had ideas of his own...

lurking around in that questionable mind of his.

Question: How do you talk a speed

demon into making a U-turn...

when he thinks he's found his own personal freeway?

What gives?

Richie, I-- I think you've got the

wrong idea about this. Oh, no, I don't.

No, you don't? No.

Oh, no, I haven't. No, you haven't?

When a cute little thing like you

has to have her own private investigator following her,

well, there's gotta be some reason for it.

Uh, like my daddy always said,

"You can't tell a book by its cover.

You've got to investigate."

So, uh,

why don't you and I get as close as pages in a book?

Mmm. Mm-mmm. Mmm. [laughs] Oh, come on.

[muffled yelping]

[screams]

Gidget, what are you doing?

Nothing. I-- I just wanna get a breath of fresh air.

[breathes deeply]

[groans]

Why, I just love cars.

I wanna learn all about this one. [sighs] Now?

Sure.

[sighs] Did you mill your head?

Yeah. Should've soaked it.

Uh, Gidget, baby, why can't we-- Here. Hold this.

G-Gidget, that's got oil all over it. [stammers]

[horn honks screams I Oh! Oh, goodness!

I must've made a mistake! Aaah! I'll fix it. I'll fix it.

I'll fix it! [honking continues]

[honking stops] Gidget, the

car's rolling! Pull the hand brake!

- Where is it? - The hand brake!

I thought you knew about cars!

Just engines. I can't drive.

[horn honks]

- [sets hand brake] - [sighs]

Gidget, are you all right? Yeah, I'm fine.

How did you find us? His friend Ken keeps a scorecard.

Looks like everything is under control now.

Yeah. Uh, well--

Twenty-five dollars.

And, uh--

I lost my ID bracelet, Gidget.

Would you have any idea where I might find it?

I don't know. But we could go

back to the dance and look for it.

It's a date. [laughs]

Richie, see you around. [smacks car]

Oh. Uh, fine.

Just fine.

[groans]

[grunts] [horn honking]

Of course I know you meant well,

but I gave Gidget permission to go.

And I did not mean under surveillance.

Dad! Welcome home. Hi.

Dad, I'd like you to meet Scott Baker,

who simply made the weekend for me. Mmm.

Oh, uh, a pleasure, Scott. All mine, sir.

Well, uh, I have to be going now, baby.

And, uh, thank you.

What did he mean by that?

What is that?

What? Oh, this.

Oh, it's Scott's.

After I discovered that you guys set him on me,

well, we got friendly.

It was a marvelous weekend.

And then Scott insisted that I take

his fraternity pin as a little memento.

A memento of what? Gidget.

Uh, he pinned you?

Scott Baker must be 21.

Yes. I told him that the age difference was just too much.

But then again, we both agreed marriage was a long way off.

Marriage?

Hmm? Gidget, you don't realize.

Scott Baker may be a glamorous guy-- So I turned him down.

And I'll return the pin tomorrow.

But I did want you two to get a look at it.

[Russ] Gidge.

To quote you, "Welcome home."

Thanks, Dad.

It really is a beautiful pin.

And I did enjoy stabbing Anne and John with it just a little.

Just think of the prestige.

Pinned by the Scott Baker.

And when I return it, even more prestige.

Just think, little old me returning the pin...

of Mr. B.M.O.C. of UCLA.

[yelps]

O-U-C-H. Mmm.