01x24 - Ring-a-Ding Dingbat

[bunniefuu]

What is it?
What's the matter? Just practicing. Watch.

Really. These teenagers
nowadays are ridiculous.

Including yours,
beloved truly, no doubt.

Gidge, you have to remember,
things were a lot different

way back when Annie
was a teenager.

They didn't have time for screaming
at the Dingbats. No, we did not.

They were too busy screaming
at Elvis Presley.

Through the ages, the hysterical
symptom of the teenage rebellion...

- worship of the unacceptable.
- Oh, here we go, folks.

Sigmund "Fraud"
and his electric couch.

What you're really doing is
striking back at parental authority.

- At Daddy?
- No, just a nick.

And that's the big news
in Los Angeles tonight.

The Dingbats are here. Exactly where
they're staying, no one seems to know.

And perhaps if us parents get
lucky, we'll never find out.

Good night.

If the parents wish to destroy the idols,
all they'd have to do is to accept them.

Become fans. You mean we only like them
because they hate them?

Russ, what is your honest
opinion of the Dingbats?

- Why, I think they're twitching.
- Uh-huh.

They twitch as if they're playing
those electric guitars with wet hands.

♪ 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 ♪

We'd better get working on the dance
decorations. What's more important to you?

A high school dance or your own sense
of personal identity and integrity?

The dance. We're the
decoration committee, remember?

You don't care that you might
be batty over the Dingbats

just because your parents
hate them.

Like some protest.
That doesn't bother you?

Listen. We disagree
on a lot of things.

They can't stand the way I wear my
hair, the way I talk or dress.

You should see my father when he
opens the door and it's Stanley.

Well, I, for one, want to know that I
do what I do because I want to do it.

Not just because I'm
protesting or rebelling.

Like?

Like I want to meet the Dingbats
face-to-face and see how I really feel.

No, I know how I feel.
I want to know why I feel it.

You better take that thing off.
I think your head just got cooked.

We could find them
if we really concentrated.

If we really concentrated, we could
come up with a theme for the dance...

and get
the decorations made. Yeah.

Hey, I've got it.
k*ll two birds with one stone.

What better decorations
than autographed pictures

of the Dingbats all
over the place?

There are times when
I think you're a genius.

And those are the times when
I get in the most hot water.

Come one, come all,
to the Ring-A-Ding Dingbats.

Okay, okay.
So how do we find them?

How does one find
buried treasure?

With a shovel? No.
With a treasure map.

Oh, you're kidding.
Everyone in town is looking for them,

and you think they've
got it marked on a map.

Helpful Hannah says they're
staying at some big star's home.

Yeah, but which one?

I don't know. We just drive by
every one and use our intuition.

Our intuition, my gas.

Hail to thee,
blithe spirits. Oh, hi.

We'd like to buy a map. Oh, well, now,
uh, which one will it be?

Uh, the $ .
or... or the $ . ?

We'll take
the $ . . What's the difference?

- Well, the $ . one is autographed.
- Whose autograph?

Desiree Amore.

We'll take the one. Uh, the one
with your autograph.

Oh, well, thank you.

It's always such a pleasure
meeting a fan.

There you are. Thank you, dear.

Bye. Bye-bye.

I'm not gonna say a word
about it. Not one single word. Good.

Just open that $ . , hand-autographed
map that you bought with half of my money.

Anytime you're through
not talking about it. Okay.

Let's see. Here's Sunset Boulevard,
and here are the Bel-Air gates.

Hey, there's one
of the star's homes. Yeah.

Who's Helen Twelvetrees? I don't know.
Oh, here's one.

Clara Bow? Rudolph Valentino.
Boy, did we get taken.

Well, look at it this way.

I bet we've got the only autograph
in the country of... of Desiree Amore.

Honestly, of all the... Shh. I'm thinking.

Oh, that's it.
I thought my brakes need realigning.

Whoo!

Whoo!
Is that for me? Hardly.

How do you know
I don't live here?

Because I look more like
Elizabeth Montgomery than you do.

Hey, they really are
"floriste" to the stars.

So? So?

There are times
I amaze even myself.

The idea I had for tracking
down the Dingbats was so good,

it was hard to believe no one
ever thought of it before.

I guess those big brains
don't dig pop music.

Are you in charge here?

Well, sometimes the tiger lilies
put up a good fight, but we manage.

Oh, we are not interested
in an ad in the school paper.

- Oh, no, no, that's not...
- And Le Fleur de Beverly Hills...

- never puts posters in the window.
- But...

No matter what good cause it's for.
Is our business concluded?

Oh, Liz Montgomery
did say he was amusing.

Liz Montgomery?

Yes. I admired a floral
display you did for her.

You know, asters, irises,
orchids, touches of lavender.

Yes. Yes.

And she told me the bewitching
Mr. Goodpasture did it.

She did?

Of course. Liz is
a very generous girl.

Of course. Of course.
You're interested in a similar arrangement?

Oh, Liz would never forgive me.

Well, of course, of course.
I-I didn't mean the same kind.

Forty-five dollars? Oh, isn't it amazing?

So reasonable for
such elegant work.

Oh, well, thank you.
Thank you.

Oh, perhaps if you
told me the occasion?

Anniversary, birthday,
debut, hmm? Oh, no, no.

It's sort of a-a welcome to our
shores to two British friends.

British friends.Yes. Right.

Oh, yes, yes. I have
the perfect suggestion.

Uh, two guitars made of
orchids, the teensy Cymbidium.

Oh, marvelous.
Just brilliant.

Well, thank you, thank you. Of course,
I had something simpler in mind.

Simpler, hmm?

I've got it.
A rose.

A single, yellow rose.

One rose?

But a perfect rose.

Trembling on the verge of
unfolding when it arrives.

Oh, can you see their faces when...
We do not deliver under $ .

May I see the rose?

Oh, yes, of course.
Yes, yes, of course.

How much have we got left
out of the decoration money?

Oh, about ... You wouldn't?

That's not our money.
For one rose...

Well, well, well,
well, well. Here it is.

And it's a doozy. Oh, you've
done it again.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

This will be delivered
within the hour?

Oh, yes, of course.
The truck should be back in seconds.

Marvelous.
Marvelous. Thank you.

May I have that in a clear
glass vase, please?

Oh, well, uh, may I suggest a box?
You see, it's a...

Clear glass. Indeed. Clear glass.

Do you wish me
to enclose a card?

Oh, no, no.
They'll know who it is.

I mean, who else would send the
Dingbats a single, yellow rose?

Yes, of course.
Who else?

Oh, e-excuse me.
Excuse me, please.

The address where
they're staying? Oh, I assumed you knew.

Oh, I-I-I-I do.
Uh, that is, we deliver.

I mean, I'm supposed to ask. But I'm not
supposed to tell.

Certainly. I understand.

It will be delivered within the
hour, Miss, uh... Miss, uh...

I don't believe
I caught the name.

Oh, but I... I didn't throw it.
Ta-ta.

Cheerio.

Twenty bucks for
one moth-eaten petunia.

If you were gonna steal
the dance money,

you could have at least
gotten something jazzy.

They're closin' the doors.
Let's get in the car.

Count five and then
pull out real slow.

He's waiting out there! Duck!

Gidget Airlines.
The only way to fly.

Even if I do say so myself,
the one rose was a brilliant idea.

No mistaking it for one of those man-made
jungles he was delivering all over town.

Well, we made it this far.

There goes your yellow rose...
Right into San Quentin.

So there's a little gate.
Big deal. Little gate?

Someone's coming.

Well, good-bye, autographed pictures.
Good-bye, $ .

Good-bye, Dingbats.
Good-bye, Charlie.

I've got an idea. Good-bye, Gidget.

Okay, I'll do it alone. I'll take full
responsibility for the , for everything.

Good-bye, Larue.
Hello, sucker.

Whoever said you gotta
spend money to make money...

hit the piggy bank on the head.

So back we went with Larue's
lifesavings for nine more maps...

and plunged into the world
of big business.

The first sale is the toughest.

But it was one down
and nine to go.

And with every sale
came the loyalty oath...

The Dingbats' whereabouts
was gonna remain

the exclusive secret of
a small, select group.

I mean, if word like this ever
leaked out to the female community,

Bel-Air could fast become
a disaster area,

to say nothing of what would
happen to our nice little business.

Okay now, for
the dance-decoration money,

one for me, uh,
for Larue's piggy bank...

and to be divided
by the stockholders.

Boy, if we were really greedy types,
we could make a fortune at five a throw.

Now we agreed just
discreet customers.

Yeah. You think Wendy Weinberg
is really discreet? Are you kiddin' me?

She's so closedmouthed,
I didn't even know she wore braces...

till the other day
when she screamed. Yeah.

Mm. C'est moi.

Oh, hi. Nancy?

Oh, just sittin' around.

You want to know
if what is true?

Oh, who told you
a silly thing like that?

Wendy Weinberg. Right.

She swore you to secrecy, huh?
Showed you the map?

Now listen, Nancy,
if you tell a soul... You swear?

Well, sure I trust you.
What choice have I got?

Yeah. Tootles.

Discreet, closemouthed
Wendy Weinberg.

We should have
soldered her braces.

Hey, girls.
They just announced... What's that?

Oh, that? Money.

Well, even a teacher can recognize
the stuff. Where did it come from?

Well, a little business deal.

Okay.

I came in to tell you they announced an
interview with the Dingbats on the news.

I thought you'd be...

Interested.

Perhaps the best-guarded secret

aside from Jack Benny's
age in Hollywood today.

Our news department was granted
this exclusive interview

to explain the reason...

for the secrecy surrounding
the Dingbats' whereabouts.

For those of you who don't know,
the Dingbats' real names are

Arthur and Herbie.

They're also Arthur and Herbie
for those of you who do know,

which is a coincidence
as me old mum used to say.

That was Herbie.

Well, boys, I feel privileged
being asked here this evening.

But I must admit,
I'm as curious as everyone out there...

as to the mystery,
all the secrecy.

What's the story? I'm getting married
tomorrow.

Married?

Actually, it's not like
losing a partner.

It's more like gaining
a private hotel room.

Come on, Herbie. Sorry, mate.
Anyway, that's the mystery.

They thought they'd like just
a nice quiet wedding

with a bit of time
for themselves.

Well, I'm sure your fans
can understand that.

I know, as a performer,
I owe 'em so much, but...

Well, Ellen is shy, and if we could
just have this one day... off?

Well, I don't think that's
too much to ask, do you?

One quiet, private day
for a young couple in love.

And now back to our newsroom.

You know, sometimes
I feel sorry for those boys.

Performers do owe something
to their public, you know. Oh, true.

I mean, listen, without fans,
there'd be no stars, right? Right.

And vice-versa. I mean, they're rich.
Everybody loves them.

I should be so unlucky.

You've got something that all the
money and all that worship can't buy.

Your right just to be a kid.

Well, if they wanted that, they
shouldn't have gone into show business.

I'll get it.

Lawrence residence.
No, this is Larue. Uh, Gidge.

You sure there isn't
something you want to tell me?

Well, like what?
Oh, no.

Oh, chip on the shoulder,
the money on the bed. Anything?

Gidget, that was
Wendy Weinberg's cousin.

One of the triplets.

Oh.

If anyone sees any reason...

for these two people not to be
joined together in Holy Matrimony...

Let him speak now.

Larue?
Oh, more minutes, Mom.

Ten more...
What are you doing up?

We've got to go over there
and warn them.

Maybe they can move
the wedding someplace else.

It's still dark out. With the way that word
was spreading,

you know what will happen the
minute it starts to get light.

Now, come on, we've got to
give 'em a fighting chance.

Well, what about the dogs?

Well, like the man said,
it's in the bag. Oh, good.

Larue. Okay, okay. Okay.

Here.

Shh!

Shh! Shh!

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Larue, think positive
for once in your life.

Okay. I'm positive
I'm gonna be sick.

Here, doggies. Nice doggies.

Here-Here's Aunt Larue
with numma-num.

Burglar.

You're not a burglar.
Oh, no, you're a... You're a teenager.

Um, I-I'm Gidget Lawrence. And you're Shen
Walters, the Dingbats' manager, right?

How did you find out
where we are?

Well, I guess I've got one
of those overactive minds.

Bully, Shen. You've caught her...
rose-handed.

The Bel-Air Bouquet Burglar.

Well, I sent this.

Ahh, and you've come to water it.
What a love.

Now save the jokes.
Do you know what this means?

Now look, kid, I don't know what
you think you're doing here,

but I don't want any... I came to help.

But I'd rather give my message directly
to the Dingbats, if you don't mind.

Now that will be impossible.

Unless of course
you'd like to tell me?

No, I don't. This happens to
be something terribly important

that the Dingbats would...

But you don't look
like a Dingbat.

Well, neither do you.
It's a joke, love.

You know we don't wear
the muffs beddy-bye.

I hate to interrupt the social
hour, but you did say urgent.

Well, it could be.

Oh. All right, all right,
let's have it.

Well, it... It could be just very
discreet fans and one set of triplets.

On the other hand, it could be...

, frothing,
fighting, female fans.

And they're still coming from
the reports we've just received.

Sounds like that quiet,
little wedding was just a slender dream.

Maybe we can sneak off
the grounds somehow?

If we weren't in costume... It
took you a while to recognize me.

Yeah, and without the wigs...
Oh, forget it.

The minute they'd
see a car... Oh.

Hey, hold the phone. Yeah.

Hold what, where?
Who? What, huh? Well, you see, Shen...

Wait a second! Someone's got
to get Larue off that wall.

Oh, we'll get... we'll get that later.
Turn around a moment.

It'll work. What will work?

Arthur, now cool it.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Well?

Whoo! Well, we... We did it.
And escaped.

Yeah. Really, thanks, girls.

That was the nicest wedding
present you could have given them.

Well, ta-ta. Bye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye. Toodles. Ta-ta. Cheerio.

Home...

Home, sweet home. I'm pooped.

Me too. But it was kind of
fun being Dingbat for a day.

Dingbats!

Hey, it's Gidget! Gid...

What in the... I have been worried sick.
Where have you been?

What are you doing
in those get-ups? Playing pied piper.

But he was lucky.
All he had to worry about were rats.

This is addressed to
the Bel-Air Bouquet Burglar...

from two loyal fans. Ohh!

The pictures!

Oh, it was all worthwhile
after all... almost.

You know, I feel like I've had
a crash course in growing up.

How about an oral exam, Prof?

Fire away. Okay.

One... It isn't as much fun
being a big star as it sounds.Mm-hmm.

Two... There's no such thing
as discreet fans.

All the money goes back,
every penny of it. Check.

And three...

I'm not so sure if I know the answer
to three or not. What's the question?

Do I do what I do
because I want to

or just because I'm rebelling
against parental authority?

Oh, now, well, that's
a multiple-choice one.

The answers are yes, no and so what?
All correct.

You mean you don't care?
Everybody's rebelling against something.

Teenagers rebel against
themselves mostly...

The part that wants to remain a
child against the grown-up part.

Yeah. And parents? Oh, they rebel against
a lot of things.

Mostly against growing older.

But I think we'll both survive.

I hate to be a bragging daughter,
but I must have raised him right.

I mean, how many other parents dig the
difference between rebelling and revolting?