Here Come the Co-eds Page #5

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You'll get

plenty of action

I think figures have

such an attraction

Let's play scho-ool

Folks in a storybook

Are just like you and me

So I'll be Red Riding Hood

And the wolf

is what I'll be

Well, let's pretend

Let's get

very light-hearted

Let's go

places uncharted

Let's go back

to the first thing we started

Let's play house!

Whooo!

Whoo!

Slats?

No, it's Larry.

Oh.

You can't

run away like this, Molly.

- Why not?

- Because I won't let you.

- My mind's made up.

- I know.

Diane and Patty told me what you

must've overheard in the shower,

but I won't let you throw away your

scholarship because of Kirkland.

That has nothing

to do with it.

Well, hasn't Bixby come up

to your dreams?

Dreams?

You mean

that magazine article.

That was Slat's dream,

not mine.

He made up the whole thing

for a publicity story.

- You're joking.

- That's why I came here.

Slats said we could get

more pictures, more publicity.

Since we can't, well,

that's that.

I see.

No, I don't see.

Why, that doesn't fit at all

with your good grades

and your interest

in your work.

And it fits far too perfectly

with Kirkland's blow up.

Well, after I came, I did

sort of fall for the school.

Enough to walk out

to save it, hmm?

There's no sense staying if being

here means Kirkland'll close the place!

I thought that was it.

And that's just why you must stay.

Don't you understand? If you go,

Kirkland will think I've given in to him.

If he thinks I've given in once, he'll

expect me to give in all the time.

Everything I've planned

for the school will be banned.

I didn't see it that way.

Neither did I...

not until I realized

how much I'd miss you.

We'd better be getting back.

You could do all those things if it weren't

for Kirkland and his stuffy traditions?

I'd like to think that I could.

- We go this way, I believe.

- I go that way.

Unless you want Miss Holford

to catch you sneaking

a runaway girl into the dorm.

- You go that way.

- May I have my bags, Dean Benson?

It's Larry,

outside of office hours.

May I have them, Larry?

- Goodnight, Molly.

- Goodnight.

She's very attractive,

isn't she?

I guess I inherited it

from father...

the habit of thinking that everything

would turn out exactly as I'd planned it.

- Diane...

- Don't say anything, Larry.

Remember, whatever happens,

I'm on your side.

Just 100 more students and their tuition

will make Larry independent of Kirkland.

That's where I come in. What

this school needs is publicity.

We've got to tell the world

how happy you are here.

That would make

every girl want to go to Bixby.

- But I promised...

- Wait, if we only had the pictures I took when you first arrived.

- I got 'em. Yeah.

- You've got 'em? Where?

Come here. Over here.

I took 'em

out of Johnson's room.

Oh boy, what a lucky guy

Benson was when he hired us.

I think we ought to talk

to Larry about this.

Quick! Hide!

- Under the bed!

- No, here, in the closet!

- In the closet. Quick!

- Hurry, get in.

Don't say a word.

I'll... wait a minute. Come here.

What're you doing in there?

Get out. Get out of there.

Go answer the door.

But the door

didn't say nothing.

- Go see who's at the door.

- Okay.

Where is she? Where's Molly?

- Molly? I don't even know the girl.

- Here I am.

Huh!

Hm-hm-hm!

You're in a jam.

Miss Holford knows you're out

and Johnson's out snooping

around for you.

If you're caught here, the boys'll

be fired and you'll be expelled.

Johnson's on his way here!

Wait a minute.

Don't get excited.

Get her out the window,

I'll stall him off.

- Put that in your pocket.

- Okay.

No, not Oliver!

Help!

No!

Well, if she ain't in there,

why won't you let me in?

Everything's in a mess.

Oh, it is?

Yeah.

After me telling you guys

to keep everything clean?

We washed all the dishes and

we can't do a thing with them.

Wait a minute.

Take it easy, take it easy.

Boy, can you imagine Mr. Johnson if

he ever found a girl in this room?

- Yeah, well, I'm a girl.

- I know it.

- Out the window.

- Ohh!

- Hurry up!

- I can't, there's not time.

Under the bed!

Under the bed!

- Not you, me!

- Quick, duck.

I said I was coming in

and I'm coming in.

Mr. Johnson! Oh boy.

Ohh.

Fancy meeting you here.

Now, you see?

Miss McCarthy is not here.

- Is she, Oliver?

- Oh no, Miss McCarthy was never here.

- No.

- Get out of the way.

Maybe she ain't, but I've got

a hunch she's coming here.

Then why not stick around

and see?

Why don't you sleep here

all night?

- Oh, no, Slats!

- Hey, that's a good idea.

Sleep here all night,

if you wish.

I'll sleep in the living room

on the couch.

Slats, never mind, I'll sleep

out there. You sleep in here.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- I'm trying to tell you...

No, no, no. Oliver!

No, you see, he's afraid

to sleep by himself.

Every night I have to look under the

beds to make sure there's no one there.

- I'll do that for you tonight.

- Wait a minute!

Left hand, please, left hand.

Give me your left hand.

What're you doing?

He loves to dance.

I meant to tell you.

I like to dance

before I go to bed.

All right, all right.

Go ahead, pack in, boys.

I'll sleep outside.

Pleasant dreams.

Okay.

Johnson:
Come on, it's

getting late. Get undressed.

Oh no. Wait a minute.

What're you gonna do?

Put these under the bed.

Not under this bed.

Mr. Johnson, let me polish them.

I'll clean 'em. First thing in the

morning, I'll give you your shoes.

You don't want to go out

with dirty shoes, do you?

All right,

I'll take this bed.

No-oo, not this bed,

Mr. Johnson, please.

This one over here. Go ahead, Mr.

Johnson, it's a much better bed.

It's a very hard bed on this side.

This is a very good bed.

The mattress is wonderful.

It's down... the whole thing.

Down! Down! Down!

Down! Do-oown!

Mr. Johnson,

I made a mistake.

Will you please take

the other bed?

Why?!

I think you'll sleep better.

Please take the other bed.

They both look alike to me.

I know, but it's

a much better bed.

I know you're gonna

love this here one.

Whoo!

Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson!

Not this bed.

I think that my first choice

was the best one.

Why don't you make up

your mind?!

Don't forget it!

Make up your mind, you!

I'm gonna go to sleep with you,

Mr. Johnson,

and I'll put on

my pajamas.

Thank you.

- Hey!

- Get your head in there!

Hey, you, get out!

Get out!

- What's the matter?

- I'm gotta get you out.

Get... get out!

Help!

Get out! Hurry up!

Get out!

Out! Out!

Out! Get your...

Hey, what's

this "out" business?

I was trying

to get your head out.

It was hurting.

I'll never get any rest in...

What happened to my shoes?

What did you do

with my shoes?!

I want my shoes!

I want my hat.

I mean, good night.

- Get a load of Kirkland. Why, the old wolf!

- Open it up, Patty.

- Yeah, let's see the rest.

- Okay.

Oh, stash it.

Here comes Romeo.

Get Diane and Molly and bring

them to the furnace room, will ya?

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