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he won't harm you in the least.

- Is that masked guy in on it?

- Sure he is.

- He knows it's all fixed?

- Certainly he does.

- And this match is gonna help Patty?

- Why, it'll save the school.

- Get your hands off me. You're talkin' to a wrestler.

- Attaboy, now you're talkin'.

- Easy! Take it easy.

- For Bixby!

That's it, for Bixb... oooh!

For Bixby.

- Take it easy.

- All right, take it easy.

Attaboy, go out there

and give it to him.

- Come on.

- Take the coat.

- All right. Go ahead.

- For Bixby.

Throw out your chest,

throw out your chest.

- How far?

- All right, throw it out.

- I'm not through with it yet.

- Throw it... all right, go ahead.

- Attaboy. Look at that.

- Don't bruise me.

Announcer:

Come on, let's go.

- Gentlemen...

- Yes, sir.

...this is going to be

a clean wrestling match.

- You can't hit

in the stomach like this.

- You can't gouge the eyes like this.

- Oh no, no... cut it out!

And you can't use

the elbow like this!

So get to your corner

and come out wrestling.

Slats! Slats!

Slats!

- Oliver, are you hurt?

- Don't worry, it's all fixed.

Where's Sla-aats?!

Oliver, now you've got him!

You would've had him.

Hello?

Oliver, It's for you.

- Tell 'em I'm all tied up!

- All right.

You win.

I'll disqualify you if you don't

keep your head out of the ropes.

You're on top now, Oliver.

Oliver, play fair!

Thanks very much.

Hello, Mr. Johnson.

Oliver,

get up off that floor!

Oliver, now get up

off the floor.

Listen, now don't be...

Boy, am I in a mess.

Now you've got him, Oliver.

Floor him, Oliver!

The winner!

Oh! Ollie!

So you're permitting

competitive athletics?

- Another violation of tradition.

- That's right.

Final gesture of defiance

before I close the school, huh?

I don't think you'll

close the school, Dad,

thanks to those girls

and the caretakers.

- What's that?

- There's one thing you've accomplished, Mr. Kirkland.

Your attitude has given Bixby more

real spirit than it's ever had before.

Hooray for our side

Sure as shootin' we are

rootin' for the right side

You know

we never give up

You know we never

give in

And if we lose instead of win,

we'll still be wearin' a grin

Hooray for our side

We'll be fightin', fightin',

fightin' all the way

Let the foe be strong,

let the foe be tall

Just don't forget

the bigger they come

Kaboom!

The harder they fall

Our team is our pride

So a-rickety-rixby,

here's to Bixby

Hullaba, hullaba, yay!

For our side hooray!

- You want to bet money on Bixby?

- Yeah, what odds?

Against Bixby, 20-to-1, on anything

from backgammon to baseball.

20-to-1?

I got $1,000 I want to bet on Bixby

to beat Carlton in the basketball game.

- $1,000? That's a

lot of money. - Mm-hmm.

Go on, Dan, take it.

Okay, it's a bet, 20-to-1.

- He accepted it.

- So what?

- Now, I got to bet.

- That's what we want.

Look you, you have the money

over at the game,

because as soon as it's finished,

the big payoff must come.

I'll be there.

What was that?

Nuts.

Hm-hm-hm!

All right!

Hm-hm-hm... hm!

Here, here, here,

come on.

That's makin'

an easy $1,000.

There's something

you don't know.

Bixby has

a pretty good team.

Why did you talk me

into covering a grand?

There's something else

you don't know.

That Carlton coach and me

are just like that.

And I'm going over

to Carlton...

Hooray for our side

Sure as shootin' we are

rootin' for the right side

You know we never give up

You know we never give in

And if we lose instead of win,

we'll still be wearin a grin

Hooray for our side...

Good afternoon,

ladies and gentlemen.

This is Bill Stern

speaking from Carlton College.

And now we bring you today's

longshot sports event...

the unknown, unheralded,

girls basketball team from Bixby,

as they attempt to upset the undefeated

conference champions from Carton!

While the teams are

taking their last warm-up shots,

I think it's about time for me

to run down the starting line-up.

For Bixby, at right forward,

Molly McCarthy.

At left forward,

Hortense Harris.

At center...

- She's great. You know, Patty...

- Huh?

she's almost as good

as Daisy Dimple,

the world's champion girl

basketball player... almost as good.

- We're gonna beat you! We're gonna beat...

- Shh! Quiet.

That's the third basket in a row

for this fast-breaking Bixby team.

Bixby... six,

Carlton... nothing.

You said they'd be here

before the game.

That's what they told me.

What's the meaning of this?

Excuse us, grandpa, but we've

got to get to Carlton College quick.

- You going that way?

- As a matter of fact, I am.

- We're going with you.

- Oh, you're going with me.

Nice. All right.

Stern:
And the half ends

with the amazing Bixby team

leading by as score of 20-16.

Across the floor, where the Bixby

stands are really jumping,

their band and glee club

are preparing

some between-the-halves

entertainment.

Let's switch down

to our floor microphone.

Patty:
Boy, boy, boy, if you know the score

Hoy, hoy, hoy,

whatcha waitin' for?

Joy, joy, joy,

gave a how do you do

Now that Friday's gone,

it's 10-to-1

There's a lot of fun

in sight

Jumpin' on Saturday night

- We're behind you

- Hi, hi, hi, Mr. Boogie man

Try, try, try,

jivin' if you can

My, my, my,

what's the matter with you?

If you're in a fix

and want some kicks

You'll be higher

than a kite

Jumpin' on Saturday night

We'll make

a gay heyday of it

That's the way of it

Blue days are taboo

We'll make a right,

bright night of it

Don't lose sight of it

There's plenty to do

All:

Are you ready?

Boy, boy, boy,

don't you want to shout?

Hoy, hoy, hoy, how you

makin' out?

Joy, joy, joy,

knows a lot about you

When you hit the track,

you're jumpin' jack

Just be careful

where you light

Jumpin' on Saturday night!

All:
B!

I!

X!

B!

Y!

B-I-X-B-Y!

Bi-iixby!

Crowd:

Bixby! Bixby! Hooray!

Here you are, my dear.

- Sit right here, Dad, I've saved the best seat for you.

- Thanks.

Hey!

- Look at those big amazings.

- Amazons.

They dwarf the other girls. There's

not one of them less than 6 feet tall!

They're giants, or maybe

I ought to say giantesses.

Remember, we'll get

that McCarthy girl first.

She's number three.

- Are you all right, Molly?

- Are you all right, Molly?

- I'm okay.

- Take care of her, Oliver.

Our best player. Okay.

I'll take care of her.

Molly McCarthy's leaving

the floor limping badly.

Oh, that's a terrible break

for Bixby.

Molly's been the sparkplug

of their team.

The horn blows

and the game goes on.

Anymore of that rough stuff,

I'll forfeit the game to Bixby.

Stern:
Now, the referee

is knocked out cold.

That last basket counts.

Carlton's now in the lead,

22-20.

They're carrying

the referee out,

and Lucille Walters, the Bixby

center who was hurt on that same play.

This surprise Carlton team

is big and rough... very rough!

There're no substitutes left

on the Bixby bench

and no referee!

I wonder what Bixby will do now.

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