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Hi. What are you doing?

Nothing. I-- I was just looking for something to read.

I happened to come across this

discount catalog. Very interesting.

It's not exactly War and Peace, but it has its points.

I see you underlined this-- this

"triple-photogenic, self-loading camera."

79.95.

Are you getting it? Oh, absolutely.

Of course, it'll have to wait in line...

behind the three new tires and the new upstairs sink...

and the final payment on the carpeting in your room.

But I'll get it... someday.

Right.

Someday.

"Someday" is gonna be sooner than he thinks.

The fact that I only have $3.00 to my name doesn't bug me a bit.

After all, I only need 77 more to

buy him that camera for his birthday,

and I have a whole week to get it in.

♪ [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 ♪

Zap-o! Here it is.

Glenning's department store has a great big "Help Wanted" ad.

Yeah, but you're not an experienced saleslady.

Oh, I see what you're looking at.

They also need billing and coding machine operators.

That's your field. Right?

Wrong.

There's always your fantastic

knowledge of electric comptometers...

with auxiliary multiplication attachment.

As your best friend, Larue, I feel I ought to tell you--

No one likes a smart mouth.

However, all is not lost.

You can finally utilize your training as a repro-varitypist,

providing, of course, you remember

how to work with Multilith masters...

and photoreroducible copy.

Larue! Not there. Over here.

"Demonstrator trainees needed.

Various departments. Part-time work."

No experience needed. So that means they're hiring kids.

But are they paying in American dollars?

Well, it must pay more than babysitting.

Hey. I can start work day after tomorrow.

'Cause that's Saturday, and Daddy'll

think I'm going to the beach.

Wouldn't it be easier if you just told him?

Of course not. The surprise part of the present...

is that his little girl paid for it by

going out and earning it on her own.

[Gidget narrating] This may come as a surprise,

but Glenning's department store did not look upon me...

as the bright new hope of retail merchandising.

And a few more fast days on the

job-hunt trail proved one thing sure--

It's a long, rocky road.

Face it, Gidge. The world doesn't

want a kid to make a buck.

I went through the whole Sunday paper this morning.

"Experienced." "Experienced." "Experienced."

How am I supposed to get

experience if no one will hire me?

- Hey, you're really steamed. - You bet I am.

Okay. nobody'll give me a job? I'll make my own job.

Our country was built on free enterprise, right?

The history books are filled with people who went out...

and found a way to build a better

mousetrap-- and made their fortunes.

Well, move over, world. Gidget is in business.

Step right up! Get your board cleaned and rewaxed.

Hello, young lady. Clean your board?

No. Okay. Here comes two handsome young gents...

who desperately look like they need their boards cleaned.

Same to you, fella.

Don't look now, Gidge, but your mousetrap isn't working.

Maybe I'm not using the right bait.

[kids shouting in distance]

Hi there. Hi.

Has anyone ever told you you have

something absolutely unforgettable?

No. What? The cruddiest board on the beach.

Now, for a small 75 cents, I can strip

it, rewax it-- No, thanks, sweetie.

My kid brother does it for a quarter.

[sighs] Man, what a burn.

You wanna shine this up for me, honey? Sure. You bet.

So you really think you're gonna order it? I sure am.

I'm gonna order it in bright red

with-- with wire chrome wheels...

and automatic windows-- the whole scene.

Wow. And all this from a part-time job?

It is so out of sight, honey, I can't believe it myself.

Last night, I made $25 in tips.

And all you have to do is be young and have a good figure?

- That's where it's at. - [whispering] Where? Where?

I want in. Do they need any more girls?

Oh, sure. They're interviewing tomorrow.

The address is 6048, Sunset Boulevard.

Just ask for Miss Conway. And

bring a bathing suit or a leotard.

Check. Uh-- Uh, check. Check.

Board's all checked out. We're done. Here it is.

Ah! Here you go.

There you go, honey. Keep the change.

[mimicking] There you go, honey.

Keep the change.

Larue, does she have anything that I haven't got?

Or won't have pretty soon... or something?

Well, that sounds fine. I'm sure you'll make an excellent kitty.

Now, will you fill out the application, please?

Read the rules and regulations for a kitty.

Then change into your bating suit and come back here.

Next. [Gidget thinking] Did you ever have the feeling...

that you were a scroungy little anchovy

in a can of great big, beautiful sardines?

How do I get out of here without looking conspicuous?

- Next. - Well, fake it, Gidget.

Fill out the application, please. Read

the rules and regulations for a kitty.

Change into your bathing suit and then--

[chuckles] How old are you, dear?

- Twenty-one. - I beg your pardon?

Almost 20.

Would you go for 19?

Birth date.

May 7,19-- [mouthing words] 40?

[chuckles] We'll leave that for a while.

Now, uh, what about your experience?

Oh, I've had plenty of that.

But I try not to let it show.

Okay, so I'm in the wrong place.

I'm sorry to take up your time. Listen, dear.

Try It's Kicks. Three doors down the street.

It's brand new, and they're hiring now.

Teenagers only.

Oh, thanks. Thanks a lot.

[thinking] Now, why do I feel so relieved?

I've just been put down.

Come to think of it, they never even

asked me to put on my bathing suit.

What a break.

Delicious pie, Anne. Thanks, Dad. More coffee?

Yeah, a spot. Thank you.

Say, where's Gidget? Upstairs getting ready to go out.

Again? She has a big babysitting clientele.

Hi, family. Bye, family.

[Anne] Hey. You're going babysitting?

- Yeah. At the Wallaces. - [John] All gussied up like that?

Well, uh, they're a very formal family. Bye.

[door opens, closes] Uh-uh. I smell a rat.

I smell a boy. Babysitting without a baby.

The oldest excuse in "teendom." Hold it, you two.

If she says she's going babysitting at the Wallaces,

she's going babysitting at the Wallaces.

It's a gas. All I have to do is wear

this absolutely switched-on costume...

and serve soft drinks to the kids and stuff.

It's a gas. Then how come you're so miserable?

"Guilty" is the word. It's very weird

to look in your dad's honest old eyes...

and tell him you're going babysitting

at the Wallaces when you're not.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave...

when first we practice to deceive.

Very good. You oughta write that down, keep it in your wallet.

Anyway, what about the camera? You

still won't have enough money in time.

Yeah, but with the job as a reference,

I can make a down payment and then pay the rest later.

Oh, don't worry about it. I've

got the details all squared away.

Take my word for it. Dad's gonna be very

proud of me when he finds out the truth.

Yeah, if anyone remembers what it is by that time.

♪ [rock]

Here's your order, kid. [sighs] Oh. Thanks.

Let's see. Uh, two lemonades. Right.

Three double-scoop sundaes-- peach,

vanilla and tutti-frutti. Right.

Uh, orange, coconut and chocolate almond. Right.

Uh, raspberry sherbet and pineapple pecan. Right.

Or, wait, is that tutti-frutti and chocolate almond...

with peach, vanilla and orange coconut?

It's hard to make out. Again, kid?

I thought I got it straight this time.

I told 'em not to have so many flavors.

Gets you in trouble every time.

Yeah, well, I'll go back and check on it. Do that, kid.

Dad, I do wish you'd listen to us.

There is definitely something funny going on around here.

You could've fooled me. I haven't had a laugh all evening.

[rings]

Hello. Oh, hi, Miss Wallace.

Gidget? Well, isn't she--

Uh-huh.

No, well, uh-- No, she won't be able to sit for you tonight.

She's out for the evening... somewhere.

[chortles] Yes, I'll tell her you called. Thank you.

[sighs]

All right. All right, so she's not where she said she'd be.

I suppose there's a reasonable explanation.

Look, don't you two have some sleeping to do or something?

Okay. We're going home.

I mean, after all, this is your department.

I'm glad you finally realized that.

Don't let your feelings get out of hand, Dad.

And try not to be too upset about it.

My feelings are well in hand, and I am not upset.

There's nothing to look so tragic about.

Something has happened that I suppose

happens sooner or later in any family.

My daughter has...

lied to me.

Thank you.

- What's the matter? - I beg your pardon?

- You're staring at me. - Was I? I wasn't aware of it.

- Is something wrong, Dad? - I don't know. Is there?

Not as far as I'm concerned.

Everything's cool. Good. Good.

How's the babysitting coming along?

Oh, I--

I won't be able to do much of that anymore.

Too much homework. I see.

I'll have to be going to the library a lot at night.

Gidget, you and I have always been pretty

honest with each other, haven't we?

Uh-huh.

Whenever we had anything to say, we said it, right?

Right. Okay, Dad, say what you wanna say.

I don't want to say anything. I was hoping perhaps you might.

- [horn honks] - Oops. There's my ride.

Gidget. Isn't there anything you want to tell me?

[horn honking]

Gotta run, Dad. Bye.

Check. Hmm?

I just took your queen.

Oh. That's the way it goes. You're not

paying attention to the game, Russ.

Something bothering you? No, no. Not at all.

Well, something's bothering me.

Wait until you see what I found. Found where?

Isn't that Gidget's carryall? It certainly is.

Does that poor child have to put a lock on her door...

to get some privacy around here?

Dad, this is the third night in a row...

that Gidget has waltzed out of here all gussied up.

It wasn't very long ago that you snooped in her diary...

and wound up with a very red face, remember?

Well, if my face turns red this time,

just chalk it up to family humiliation.

My little sister has herself a job.

That's what I've been thinking.

So, what's the big disaster? Well,

she had to wear this to get it.

She's a lifeguard at night?

Work application and rules and regulations for a kitty.

What's a kitty? Oh, come on, Dad. You're putting me on.

Gidget is working at the Tomcat Club.

[laughing] That's ridiculous. Couldn't possibly be.

She's only 15 and a half years old.

Lolita was only 12.

So that's what you've been slipping

inside those big textbooks of yours.

Daddy, this is no time for small talk.

Gidget is being exposed to heaven

knows what at a wild key club.

Come on now, Anne. We don't know she's really there.

The evidence is purely circumstantial.

Anyway, what's so wild about it?

The girls, man. They're gorgeous.

They wear these costumes that are cut down to about here.

How do you know?

Well, Anne, before we were married, I--

We've been married three years,

and the place has only been open two, John.

[chuckles] I was only kidding. I've never been near the place.

Then how come you're such an expert on the girls, darling?

Well, they're in magazines, dear.

You read those magazines?

You're sitting in a barber shop, and they're right there.

What are you gonna do? The center-- Russ, where you goin'?

I am going to the Tomcat Club...

to take a look and make sure she's not there.

Smart move. What are you gonna do if she is?

I'll calmly bring her home, and I will calmly spank her.

Then I'll calmly phone the police department...

and have that joint that hires minors closed down.

I'll go with you. Not without me you won't.

[brakes squeal]

[Russ] Wait here. This shouldn't take long.

[John] Anne, why can't I go in with him?

He said to wait here, dear.

♪ [background: jazz]

Thank you.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh.

Thank you.

Do you have anything you'd like to check, sir?

No. Uh-- Hey, maybe you can help me.

Is there a new girl working here--

About so tall, very young, brown hair-- name of Lawrence?

You got me. Oh.

Thanks anyway.

Thank you. Oh.

Thank you. Thank you.

Gidget. Okay, honey. Let's go home.

I'm sorry, sir, but it's against kitty rules and regulations...

for us to date the customers, ever.

No. I-- I'm sorry. You see, I thought you were my daughter.

From the back. Sure.

Do you have change for a five?

Certainly, sir.

One, two, three, four, five.

Thank you, sir.

Your key, sir. My key?

Oh.

[chuckles] I-- I don't suppose you'd accept this?

No. We don't accept Phi Beta Kappa.

Just Tomcat.

Oh.

No!

I beg your pardon?

♪ [rock]

Oh. Here we go.

Uh-- Uh--

Uh, an orange fizz for you. Here.

And a sundae for you.

Hey, this is goofed up. I asked for

a peach-vanilla and a tutti-frutti.

You gave me chocolate sundae and an orange something.

No wonder. Same chick as last night.

Well-- Hang in there, kids. I'll give it another try.

[kids chattering]

Hi, Gidge. Oh, hi.

Hey, Gidge, what the heck are you doin'?

I've asked myself the same question.

Answer is I'm working here. Working.

[yelps]

Answer is I was working here.

Uh, bye, gang.

All right, John. Let's go. Gidget's not in there.

Did you get inside? Not exactly.

But somehow I managed to spend a small

fortune anyway-- getting my pipe lit.

But did you find out anything? I talked to everyone--

From the hatcheck girl to the maître d'--

and they all assure me that there

are no underage girls working there.

Daddy, what did you expect the maître d' to say?

For all he knows, you could be

from the vice squad or something.

I happen to believe the man, okay? Now let's go home.

I certainly admire your attitude,

Russ-- cool and objective.

How else should a reasonable man behave?

If my daughter was working in that

place, I'd go in and tear it apart.

Your daughter is not working in that place, and neither is mine.

You don't know that.

I am not going to sit here and stake out my daughter.

Now let's go.

[John] Okay, but don't say I didn't warn-- I won't.

Oh. What is it?

[gasps] Oh.

[John] Well, feel a little foolish?

I feel a little sick. Come on, Daddy.

Let's pick her up before somebody we know sees her.

Not on your life. What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a relationship that's

built on mutual trust and respect.

I have violated both of them.

If you don't mind, I'd rather she didn't know.

Come on. Let's go.

[engine starts]

Dad, how can you not believe what is in front of your nose?

Because she was outside the club, not in it.

Relax, Russ. Projecting your paternal anxieties...

will just trigger her defenses.

I wish you'd married a plumber.

Look, here's the point. Gidget

must be approached nondirectively,

which happens to be my specialty.

[doorknob Turning] Let me handle it. Okay?

Hi. What are you guys doing up so late?

Oh, we just thought we'd stick around and say hi.

What's happenin'? Same old thing.

How's school? Still there.

Do much surfin' lately?

You guys waited up till 12:30...

to ask me if I've done much surfing lately.

No. We were just wondering where you've been...

from 7:30 until midnight this evening.

Oh, great. That's some non directive approach.

Okay, gang. What's going on?

Are you familiar with the 6000 block of

Sunset Boulevard? Yes. How did you know?

Have you ever sought employment in that area?

I guess you know I did.

What'd you do, follow me?

Is it not true that you told your

father you were going to the library,

when, in fact, you were actually going

to work at a club at that address?

Oh! From Sigmund Freud to Clarence

Darrow in one easy lesson.

Dad, you didn't have to follow me.

I was gonna tell you all about it in the morning.

I don't keep secrets from you.

You've been doing a pretty good job.

- But it was a surprise. - I'll say.

Gidget. How could you?

I needed the money.

Gidget, we are going to discuss this,

but, first, I want you to go upstairs,

take off that disgraceful outfit and burn it,

return it or bury it.

Has everybody flipped out? What disgraceful outfit?

This is what all the girls at the club wear.

- What club, Gidget? - It's Kicks.

The new teenage nightclub. I thought you knew.

You've been working at a teenage club?

- Well, we thought-- - But you had

the application from the Tomcat Club.

Oh, that place. I just walked in and

dug I was years away from that action.

They thought so too.

How did you know about the application?

Oh. Well, that's beside the point.

Anyway, why is money suddenly so important...

that you'd lie and sneak around to get it?

Ha! Miss Anteater Nose of the Year

is talking to me about sneaky.

Touché.

Nevertheless, we'd still like to know what it's all about.

Well, I-- I wanted to wait till tomorrow, but--

I guess it's tomorrow now.

It's about the greatest dad any girl ever had.

Happy birthday.

My birthday. I'd completely forgotten.

Me too.

I wanted to earn enough money to

buy you that camera, but I blew it.

This is the best I could do.

It's the most expensive pipe lighter they had.

- I hope it's okay. - Oh, pumpkin.

You'll never know how okay.

You still awake? Mm-hmm.

I was just sitting here thinking.

I really don't blame you for following me.

Considering how it looked, I

guess I would have done the same.

You know something though? Down deep in my heart,

I never really believed you were working in that place.

That's because we know each other so well.

Uh. Forgot to put fluid in it.

Those matches-- They're from the Tomcat Club.

- Well, I-- You actually went into that place looking for me.

- Well, yes, I-- Never believed I was there, huh?

Well, I had to be-- I had to be sure.

Suppose someone had seen you. Do

you really think the Tomcat Club...

is an appropriate place for a distinguished

English professor to be found?

You are beginning to talk like your sister.

We'll discuss this in the morning.

The truth is, I'm really surprised at you. At breakfast.

You're supposed to be the one to set an example.

I'll set one right now by going to bed. Good night, dear.

That should keep him in line for a while.

You have to know how to handle parents.

It's a real art. Yeah.

Good night.