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thought when she's not here.

Think of me.

I never shave or comb my hair. Think of me.

But I do.

Yes, you know that I do. Yes, I do.

Ah, you know that I do. I think of her.

Well,

that does it. Now he'll pack up and be with us in a moment.

Well, I just hope I don't gush and ask him a lot of silly questions.

Well, I won't bother, Charlie.

He's been interviewed by teenagers from Moscow to Singapore.

Been through it a hundred times.

Newspapers, magazines, high school girls like yourself.

Yeah, well, maybe he has, but it's the first time for me.

Charlie, I'd like you to meet Miss Sissy Davis.

She's here for her high school paper.

Oh, Lexi, hi.

How do you do, sir?

Fine.

Very nice to meet you. Can I call you Sissy?

Well, sure.

Good. You call me Charlie.

Now make yourself at home and fire away.

What about some refreshments?

A couple ice cream sodas, Mac.

What flavor, sissy?

Strawberry.

Chocolate.

Charlie, I saw your whole show on the monitor.

You were great.

Thanks.

We had a few clinkers, but we kind of keep going, you know, so they'll think

it's some new modern arrangement.

Can I ask you some sort of personal questions?

Shoot.

Are you in love?

Of course.

With whatever girl I'm talking to at the moment.

You sure are a pretty girl.

It might.

There you go.

Yeah, it served you right.

You weakened the lateral resistance.

Imagine me doing a thing like that.

And you don't even know what it is.

Uncle Bill? Yeah. Uncle Bill, the most fantastic... You've heard of Charlie.

Well, I met him in person. I interviewed him for the Lexi Weekly News, and you

know what?

What? He asked me for a date. Me, Sissy Davis, an absolutely normal teenage

girl, a plain ordinary person.

Really, Charlie?

Who's Charlie?

Yeah, who's Charlie?

Right, who is Charlie?

Who is Charlie?

There's only one Charlie in the whole world.

There's Charlie Wilson in our class. That makes two.

At least.

This is Charlie of the unsung heroes, the greatest.

I have all his records.

He's the one who sings Let's Go Swinging in My Yellow Submarine with a Purple

Balloon.

Suzy plays that record until I want to scream.

Yep. Now, look, don't you think this is kind of sudden? I mean, he just meets

you and he wants a date right away.

It's really an honor.

Oh. Uncle Bill, I know you'll like him. And I told him that you have to approve

of everybody I go out with. Right. So?

He's going to come over tonight just to meet you.

Okay.

Maybe he's a little sophisticated for you. Oh, no, that's the most amazing

of the whole thing. He's not.

He's sort of shy.

He doesn't realize really, really how great he is. Do you know at the Madison

Square Garden that 19 girls fainted?

19. Why?

Well, because he's so exciting. The girls just look at him and they faint.

I almost did.

I better keep my eyes closed.

If you like him, then it's practically guaranteed I like him.

Maybe.

You know what, Uncle Bill? I think I'll skip teenage. I wouldn't want to be that

nervous. Me neither.

I like it nice and quiet.

Ah, good evening, sir. Hello, I'm Charlie. Miss Sissy's expecting me. Oh,

in, please, will you? I'll announce your arrival.

Hey, you sound English. That's kind of what we speak back in St. Louis, but not

really. I spent several years in Mayfair in service. May I have your coat,

please? Sure.

Thank you.

I'm Bill Davis.

Charlie Higgins, sir. Nice to meet you, Charlie. If you'll excuse me, sir, I'll

announce your arrival to Miss Sissy. Come on, Charlie, sit down. Let's solve

all. Thank you.

Beautiful digs.

Thank you.

Two years ago, I'd never seen a place like this outside of movies.

Now I'm visiting like I belonged here.

Well, this happened in two years, huh?

We shot up like skyrockets.

Charlie and the Unsung Heroes.

Wild, isn't it?

We could fizzle out just as quick.

The kids turn you on, then they turn you right off.

Sissy says that isn't likely in your case.

She's nice, but there's no guarantee.

I could be a has -been at 20.

How are you going on the stock market?

Well, we may start issuing stock.

I'm not me anymore. I'm a corporation.

Charlie Incorporated.

Hi. Are you Charlie? Sissy's Charlie?

Right, and you're Jody.

How did you know?

Sissy told me.

That must be Buffy.

Right. She's testing, so she won't faint.

I don't think she will unless my press agent pays her to.

No girl ever really fainted when she saw me, except maybe my poor mother when I

was born.

Sissy says you write your own song, huh?

Yes. Most adults are surprised to find anybody writes them.

How do you write a song?

Well, first, you start with something beautiful.

Like Sissy.

Hello.

Hello.

I was just meeting the rest of your family. I like them.

Excuse me, sir. Shall I serve refreshments?

We'll have something to eat later.

Right now, Sissy and Charlie are going out.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

What time shall I have her home, sir? Oh, about 11.

It's a school night.

Okay. Good night.

Stay right here. Come on, I'll go down.

Well, it's nice to meet you, sir.

I wish you'd give me some diction lessons.

But then the kids probably wouldn't understand me.

I would suggest to them that we do not tamper with success.

No, sir. I'll just go along till the bubble bursts.

Good night. Good night. Good night.

Good night, sissy.

Good night.

Most... Personable young man, sir. Mm -hmm.

Got good taste, too, like sissy.

Minute to eleven, sir. Most responsible young man.

Have a good time?

Ah, the best.

We went to a little restaurant. We tried to go there anyway, but some kids heard

about it and they just mobbed the place.

So we got some hot dogs and we hid in the balcony at a movie.

What'd you see?

Who knows?

And you know what, Uncle Bill? He wants me to go out with him tomorrow night to

a party.

It's all right, isn't it?

It's all right.

He likes me.

He actually likes me.

Don't you like Santa Claus?

Yes, sure, sir.

Now, what's she going to do when he moves on?

Oh, she too moves on to the next youthful experience, sir.

Well, I hope so.

Sissy, are you going to marry Charlie? It's okay if you do. We like him.

Don't be silly.

This is only our second date.

What time is he picking up? Oh, seven. We're having dinner, then we're going on

to the party.

How do I look?

You're very grown up, too. Here, maybe you can use that.

Oh, Uncle Bill.

Gosh, you look like a princess, Sissy.

It's sort of scary.

Oh, uh, excuse me, Sissy. Master Charlie has arrived.

Oh, thank you, Mr. French. I'll be right there.

May I venture to say that he's a very lucky young man.

Well, where are you going? Where are you going?

To see Charlie.

He'd expect us. He's our friend, too.

Now, wait. Wait a minute. Don't you think it'd be nice to let Sissy meet him

alone?

Not particularly. Well, I think it would.

Friends, I've just written a new song. I finished it this afternoon.

This will be the first performance.

Now, you can all listen, but I'll really be singing to Sissy.

My world is aglow. My actions must show that I'm in love.

I saw her but briefly and knew then and there that I'm in love.

That smile of hers sways me.

Those bright eyes just daze me.

Must be that I'm in love.

Her name is Sissy. Oh, Sissy, please kiss me. That's

right, I'm in love.

Can you feel about me as I dream about you? Oh, Sissy,

Sissy, my love.

Austin, sissy?

It's not very far by jet.

We told everybody in school that Charlie was our friend.

But friends, they usually write.

We wrote to him.

Well, at least Mr. French did.

But we told him what to say.

Yeah, well, he hasn't written to me either.

Of course, you can see how busy he is.

At least he could write you a thank you note because you sent him Mr. French's

cookies. It doesn't take long to say thank you.

Well, maybe he didn't get them. You know how much mail he gets.

If Charlie doesn't write to Sissy pretty soon, I don't think I want to be the

president of his fan club.

And I don't think I want to be the treasurer.

We don't have any money anyway.

There he is. Oh, there you are.

That's it.

Oh, it's from Charlie, Uncle Bill. That's what it is.

Dear Miss Davis.

Hmm? Uncle Bill.

What?

Dear Miss Davis, thank you for your gift of... Oh, I see. They leave a blank and

then they write in the cookies.

Thank you for the gift of the cookies. I'm enclosing an autographed picture of

me. And the unsung heroes. Your friend, Charlie. Well, well, well.

It's just a printed form letter.

Maybe that's who it is, huh?

He didn't even write it to me. The corporation did.

I bet you he didn't even see my letter. He probably doesn't even know that I

sent him those cookies.

Maybe not.

I'm sorry.

He doesn't even know I wrote.

I'm sure he would have answered.

If he was as excited about you as you seemed to think he was, he'd write to

whether he heard from you or not, see?

Well, he's practically a prisoner. He told me that himself.

Prisoners are allowed one phone call.

Well, he wrote a whole song to me, and that said just how he felt.

Now, would he do that if he didn't care?

I don't know.

I was with him for two whole evenings.

I know how much I meant to him.

You want to find out?

Okay. We'll find out.

I got phones in Boston.

You're just going to call him? Yeah, I'm just going to call him.

Yeah.

Miss Grayson.

Listen, I want you to locate somebody for me in Boston.

Yeah. Yeah, Boston. And I'll, uh... The guy's name is Charlie Higgins, and he's

a singer. He's with one of those kid groups.

Charlie Higgins and the Unsung Heroes.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, well, just start with all the first -class hotels.

You've got to be in one of them.

And get him on the line. If you can't get him, get his manager and then switch

it over here.

Right, at my apartment.

Okay, we'll wait here. Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, I don't see any sense in having an organization if you can't use it for

your own family once in a while, hmm?

Davis residence here.

Yes, sir.

Yes, yes, Anne.

Boston calling, Sissy.

Hello?

Who is this?

Oh, a secretary. Well, I'd like to talk to Charlie, please.

Oh, this is Sissy calling from New York.

Well, I'm sure he'd come to the phone if you'd give him the message.

Sissy?

No, Sissy Davis.

Mm -hmm.

No, I'm not calling for a free album.

Yes, I read you give one to every girl whose name is Sissy. Thank you very

but... Well, I know him personally.

There must be some way to reach him.

Goodbye.

Couldn't get through, huh?

No.

We were lucky to reach his...

Secretary. The girls try to call him all day long, and I guess they make up all

kinds of stories. Yeah.

But, Uncle Bill, they wouldn't even give him a message.

What am I going to do?

Pretty important, huh?

Oh, yes.

But it's like trying to get through to a king or a movie star. You can't.

You just can't.

Well, I know a guy in Boston might be able to do something.

I think we can get an audience with his majesty.

You mean actually go up to Boston?

Sure we go up there. It only takes an hour. This is the jet age, you know.

We'll just stay at the same hotel. If we're lucky, we'll see him tonight

the show.

I can tell by your face you got an appointment, right?

Right. We were supposed to go down to his dressing room.

How did you manage it?

Oh, it was very simple.

I know a guy here in town who's an engineer, and he knows one of the big

stockholders, who knows a man who owns this hotel, who called the man who

actually hired Charlie and his band to play here, and then he called Charlie's

secretary.

Did you ever talk to Charlie?

No. But I have been guaranteed that he'll get the message and we'll be

into his presence.

Oh, you are some kind of a wizard.

Just a genius. Come on.

I can't.

What do you mean you can't? I brought you all the way to Boston.

What if he doesn't remember me?

What if we go to his dressing room and he gives me an autograph or a free album

because my name is Sissy?

Well... Then we never let him know how we feel.

We just say, thank you very much, and we go home.

Uncle Bill, would you go and tell him I'm here?

Then if he really wants to see me...

Hello, Charlie.

Well, Mr. Davis, great to see you again. Meet Pamela Grayson. Hello.

Hi. Mr. Davis is Sissy's uncle.

The real Sissy? The one in the song?

Right. You should be proud of her, Mr. Davis. She's a wonderful girl.

Her song is number four on the charts.

You promised to write a song called Pamela. And I will. I've already started

it.

How's Sissy?

Oh, she's fine. She's fine.

Well, sit down. Can I get you something?

No, Charlie, thanks. I just want to say hello. I'm passing through town.

Wait just a minute.

Here's an album for Sissy and a couple more with a spot more comedy for Buffy

and Jody.

Well, thank you. They'll like that. They started a fan club for you, you know,

second grade.

Oh, good. They're just the right age.

Charlie, you must finish dressing. They'll be wanting you downstairs.

We can meet between shows if you care to come back.

No, thanks.

I'll run along. You call us when you get to New York, Charlie.

I will.

Did you get in? Did you see him?

Yep.

Yeah, he sent you a record album.

See? Your name on it. To Sissy. With love from Charlie. He remembered.

Yeah. Is he going to come up here and see me?

No. No, honey, he's not.

He likes you very much, but you're not exactly the love of his life, I guess.

He's already met another girl.

Her name's Pamela, I think.

And he's writing a song about her now.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Came a long way for a big letdown.

Uncle Bill, I appreciate what you did.

It's a lot more than most people would have done.

It's just a teenage romance forgotten overnight.

It's not really important to anybody.

Important to you, wasn't it?

Let's go.

Come

on,

Casey.

Francis is Steve Marshall.

He came into the office with his father, a friend of mine. I brought him home to

meet Sissy.

Well, how'd you do, son? Hello.

There'll be one extra for dinner, sir?

I'll let you know.

Sissy!

Oh, Sissy, this is Stephen Marshall.

Hello. Hi.

Uh, Steve's father and I are old friends, and they're from Philadelphia.

Steve's just up for a while and doesn't know anything about New York. I thought

maybe it was kind of a favor to me you could show him around town a little,

Oh, well, I'd be glad to.

What about school tomorrow?

Oh, well, you can miss out on a little sleep once in a while.

Well, I gather there will not be one extra for dinner tonight, sir. One less,

Frank. One less.

Thank you.

Have a good time. Thank you, Mr. Dix.

Oh, sir.

I would say you've done it again.

Yes, I would say that.

Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill!

Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill!

Uncle Bill!

Buffy, me, and Frida.

Frida doesn't like Charlie, but she likes buttons.

And we won't wear them in the house, on account of Sissy. Because every time

she'd read Charlie on the buttons, she'd cry.

I think after tonight you can wear the buttons.

Good.