Gidget

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She acts sort of teenage

Just in-between age

Looks about 4 foot 3

Although she's just

Small fry

Just about so-high

Gidget is the one for me

A regular tomboy

But dressed for a prom

Boy, how cute

Can one gal be?

Although she's not king size

Her finger is ring size

Gidget is the one for me

If she says she loves you

You can bet your boots

She loves you

If she says she hates you

That can also mean

She loves you

It very well may be

She's just a baby

Speaking romantically

If that's a bad feature

I'll be the teacher

That's the way

It's going to be

Gidget is the one for me

This summer was

the turning point in my life.

For 16 years, I'd gone

blindly along enjoying myself

like a fool who never guesses

what's in store for her.

Then...

Oh, Patti, please...

Now, hear this,

Francie Lawrence.

The day, the hour,

and the moment has arrived.

Not for me, it hasn't.

Aw, gee, Patti, last year

and the year before,

didn't we all have a ball?

I mean, why can't we go on

being like that always?

Why do we have to spoil it all?

Keep your shirts on.

She's coming!

Oh, be realistic, Francie.

Now, ask yourself

one vital question.

To date, what has your

life added up to?

Okay, so you're an "A"

student. That's parent stuff.

Do you know anybody else

it impresses?

No, I guess not.

And as for this

king-size fiddle...

It's probably a symptom

of your whole problem.

Well, I'll go get my gear.

About her problem,

exactly what

would you say it is?

Well, she's more fish than dish.

To put it bluntly, the kid's studied

up on about everything but sex,

and let's face it, like most

of us, she's pushing 17.

Oh, not till next month.

Oh, listen, B.L.,

you don't have to go.

You've got social security

just by wearing

Buck's fraternity pin,

but take it from me,

Francie has got to make it

this summer,

or she'll be a social outcast.

Oh! Oh, hi, Mrs. Lawrence.

Oh, hello, girls.

So long, Mom.

Bye-bye, dear.

Have a good time.

Sure.

Betty-Louise, do you think

Francie didn't want to go?

Oh, she's just a bit skittish.

After all,

this is her first manhunt.

Her first what?

Manhunt!

Count them, girls.

Six gorgeous hunks of male,

almost enough

for second helpings.

Well, what's holding us up?

Well, hey!

We're, we're not just

gonna barge in on them.

Hardly.

Please, a maneuver like

this takes technique.

Hey, check this

swing, Lover Boy.

That looks like your style.

Francie...

Peel, girl.

Make like you can't

see them for sand.

We'll have them drooling.

Hey, hotshot, check this one.

Hubba, hubba, hubba.

Hey, Red! Hello, Red!

Oh, hey, look at this...

Aw...

Aw...

Did you get the look

that doll gave me?

I swear it scorched

my bathing suit half off.

What are you trying to

do, spoil the picture?

Come on, get with it.

This is supposed

to co-op venture.

My aching back.

I wonder what's

taking them so long.

You know, something's screwy.

Well, they're not even looking

this way.

Maybe they didn't notice us.

Hey, remember?

Ball!

Okay, Babe Ruth, knock it off.

Huh?

Look, set her

straight, will you,

before she has us signed up

with the major leagues.

Hey, Moondoggie,

you're not going for that

jailbait caper, are you?

Hey, kid.

Do you see those girls

over there?

Tell them the man said to take

the toy back the nursery.

All right?

The man said for me to take

the toy back to the nursery.

Well?

Aw, come off it, kids.

Those guys

just aren't interested.

So who needs them?

Honey, maybe you need

a few hormone shots.

Well, if this is a manhunt,

I'll take swimming.

I'm going to get my gear.

Well, let's call today

a dry run.

I tell you, why don't

we go to Santa Monica,

but this time

without the papoose in tow.

Yeah, Patti, all she does

is curb our operation.

Francie... you've always

been a part of a foursome.

You can't quit now.

You'll be fringed,

out in the cold.

Now, you know

you don't want that.

Well, it... it's already

happened, hasn't it, Patti?

I guess I just don't

belong anymore.

Really!

Letting eligible men see you

in an outfit like that.

Haven't you any pride?

Pride?

I guess I'll have to look up the

definition of the word again.

Okay,

so the word's around...

I'm for the birds.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help! Somebody, help!

Help!

Help!

Help! Help! Somebody, help!

This is it. Now, hold

on for your life.

We're gonna shoot the curl.

You feel okay?

I... I guess.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, Mr. Lifeguard Hero, sir!

Nice fishing, Moondoggie,

but, uh, what is it?

Hey, some pull-out, huh?

Yeah, wasn't it?

Hey, can we do it again?

For your information,

you almost drowned.

Yeah, you better listen

to Moondoggie here, miss.

See, this beach

is for surfers only.

It's too dangerous for dames.

Dames?

Oh, no, I'm no dame.

Oh, well,

what do you know?

It has all the earmarks

of a dame.

You better get your

monocle, Lord Byron.

Those are not ears.

It's a dame all right, only

kind of a pint-sized version.

Maybe she had amnesia?

If I just took her up to the...

Okay, okay, you guys,

knock it off.

Win a few, lose a few.

Be smart, kid. Why don't you

go back to your playmates.

Oh, but I haven't even thanked

you for saving my life...

Okay, so now you have.

Go on back to Mama...

and run, don't walk.

Hey, what are you, robbing

the cradle, Moondoggie?

Hey, she's a trifle

young, don't you think?

My hero, sir. I'm so

glad you saved me!

Artificial respiration, please.

Guess I'm getting kicked out...

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey...

Oh!

You gonna be sick?

Are you Stinky? Yeah.

Gee, if... if I had

one of those boards,

I could be a surfer too. I

could come down here and surf

anytime I wanted to,

just like the guys.

You kidding? You

couldn't even lift one.

Hey!

Okay, okay. All right!

There.

That's not the only catch.

What?

They cost about 75 clams apiece.

Even an old used one is $25.

All I've got left out of

my allowance is 4.50.

Hey, but my credit's good!

What do you think we're running

here, a finance company?

But I just got to have one of

those boards, I've just got to.

What's the matter?

Won't the little girls play

dollies with you anymore?

Oh, them, all they

care about is...

Forget it.

Gee, all I wanted to do

is surf. That's all.

25 is rock bottom, huh?

Yeah, rock bottom.

Okay, I'll bring it.

Yeah? When?

Tomorrow.

A manhunt?

Uh-huh.

Francie? Our little girl?

Our teenage daughter, Russ.

I don't care what she is,

Dorothy, I won't have it.

It's a biological fact, Russ.

The female matures

earlier than the male.

A manhunt...

Mm-hmm.

My daughter's out

traipsing around luring...

well, who knows what hoodlums.

Dorothy, why did she have to go?

Oh, I don't think

Francie was eager to.

Well, in the name of heavens

will you tell me what is this,

a place that you escape from?

Shh!

That's a manhunter?

Well, who did you

expect, Kim Novak?

Hi, Mom and Pop. I'm home.

I'm going to give that young

lady a good talking to.

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