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You smell good.

Just like strawberry ice cream.

Jody, perfume isn't supposed to smell like ice cream.

Here.

How do I look?

Beautiful. Who are you getting so dressed up for, sissy?

Garfield Schaefer. I met him at Sharon's last week and he asked me for a date.

Nobody ever asked me.

Well, just wait.

I've waited all these years for somebody like Garfield.

He's so neat and clean, I know that Uncle Bill will approve.

There he is.

I'll get it, Uncle Bill.

We'll get it, too. We want to meet somebody, and I said... Whoa, whoa, wait

minute.

We have to see Sissy's new boyfriend.

Okay, let's let Sissy see him first, huh?

Oh, hi, Gar. Good evening, Sissy.

But wow.

Oh, thanks.

You look pretty wild yourself.

Come in. I want you to meet my family.

Uncle Bill, this is Garfield Chafer.

How do you do, sir?

And Mr. French.

Pleasure, Mr. French.

Buffy and Jody.

Hi. Hi. Do you like strawberry ice cream?

What's your favorite flavor?

Good. I think we better get started, Gar.

Where are you going?

Just a movie, sir, in the neighborhood.

So I'll be home early.

Right. Don't worry about sissy, Mr. Davis.

I won't worry.

Nice to have met you, Gar.

Pleasure, sir.

Bye -bye. Bye.

Have fun.

Do we like him?

Yeah. He's cleaner than the others.

And he had a haircut.

Well, quite a refreshing change, one would say, sir.

Yeah, sometimes it's kind of hard with those friends of hers to tell the boys

from Sheepdogs.

Sheepdogs bark.

That's right, I'll remember that. If it barks, it's a dog.

Well, Sissy, this is it.

Where will you meet these cats?

Gar, I don't like the whole idea.

If I had known what you had in mind, I wouldn't have gone out with you in the

first place. Sissy, don't be a drag. This will be a gas.

Then why did you tell Uncle Bill we were going to a movie?

Look, if I told your uncle we were going to a pad in the East Village, he'd have

clobbered me.

And you told me we were just dropping by to see some friends on the way.

But this place... Sissy.

If you don't like it, I won't even argue. We'll leave and go to some square

movie.

Oh, Mark.

Whose place is this?

Two wonderful kids.

Myra and Joanne. It's her own pad, the grooviest. Something you gotta see to

believe. But what kind of a party?

The greatest. These people are really out of sight.

Yeah.

Please?

Well, we're here.

But if I don't like it, I'm going home. With or without you.

Hi, Gar.

Hi, Myra. This is Sissy. She's strictly square, but she has possibilities.

Show her around, will you?

Well, I'm not really square. It's just I've never been in a place like this.

Child, you may not know it, but your life began tonight.

Come on.

Meet the flower children.

Welcome to truth.

The word is love.

The song is peace.

Well, I'm glad to meet you.

This is Joanne.

We share this pad.

This is Fizzy. She's Gar's chick.

Glad you could make the scene.

Oh, thanks.

The same to you.

You glad you fell up here?

Fell up here.

Oh, yes.

I was sort of shook at first, but it's very, um, nice.

Unusual.

You see?

She's with it.

What happened to Gar?

Did you see where he went?

Oh, he's ditching his Dr. Jekyll.

Right.

Garfield? Is that really you?

Crazy. The real me.

I'm home, baby.

But why?

In the language of the square, the cube, the rectangle, I'm a weekend hippie,

sissy. My parents don't approve of my friends.

So?

What they don't know won't hurt them.

Right? Right.

So I come to East Village once a week and live.

It's living time, baby.

Well, how'd you like us?

Oh, fine.

I still feel like a tourist, but I'm beginning to think that you're normal

I'm kind of strange.

That means you're getting with it.

Look, we do as we please when we please.

We love everybody and everybody loves us.

Isn't that what it's all about?

I guess it is.

My Uncle Bill said the same thing.

Little different words.

Look, there's plenty of room for one more in our pad.

Why don't you move in?

Me?

Crazy.

Well, I don't think my Uncle Bill would let me.

Besides, I've got to go to school. I have to help with the kids.

Well, you could be a weekend flower child like Garfield. Go home on Sunday

nights. Sure. Try it one weekend. You don't like it, don't come back.

Move in for one weekend, huh?

All you have to do is do it.

But how do I explain this to my Uncle Bill?

Just tell him. Like gentle.

Gentle.

Do what I please, when I please.

From Friday to Sunday.

That's it.

The freedom sound.

Hi. Hi.

Good time?

The greatest.

He seems like a nice kid. Was it a good movie?

Well, we didn't go to a movie, Uncle Bill. We went to a party.

A party? I thought... Well, he told me we were just stopping by to see some

friends. Well, then he admitted that we weren't going to a movie at all.

You see, we went to a party in East Village.

East Village?

Now, wait till I explain. You mean you're deliberately lying to me?

Well...

Please, Uncle Bill. See, Garfield said you wouldn't understand.

Understand what?

That this was a special party with a special kind of people.

And when I first walked into the party, I knew you wouldn't approve, and I

wanted to get right out and leave, even if I had to go by myself.

But you didn't.

No.

Because the girls came over and talked to me, and they were very nice.

And... There was nothing wrong going on.

They were just kids in peculiar clothes playing peculiar music.

You mean these villains?

Yes.

I tried to understand them.

Pretty soon I could.

Uncle Bill, they're alive.

And they're free.

They're just kids with a point of view that are blowing their minds with music

and poetry and love.

Now, is that so wrong?

Just depends on what they want to do about it.

They just relax.

It was inspiring.

And the apartment.

You should see it.

It's neo -modern.

It belongs to two wonderful human beings, Joanne and Myra.

Joanne and Myra what? What are their last names?

Who knows?

Uncle Bill, that's a non -essential.

You see, everybody can just come and go as he pleases.

And freedom.

I can't explain it.

Well, you're doing all right.

I still don't understand this Garfield.

I thought he was a pretty clean -cut kid, and I found out he's all mixed up

his East Village outfit, and he lies and says he's taking you to a movie.

Well, Garfield is part of the village on weekends.

He wears those...

square clothes most of the time because of his parents.

You mean Garfield is a secret hippie?

He's the hippiest.

Weekends only.

All right.

I don't go for all this lying, that's all. I don't know what else to call it.

He's lying.

Well... Uncle Bill? Yeah?

Myra Joanne asked if I could move in with him.

You want to do that?

Well, I'm not sure, but they thought maybe you'd let me try it for one

What did you tell them?

I told them it was up to you.

You don't even know these people. You don't know anything about them.

I know what they believe in. They wouldn't hurt anybody.

Well, except themselves. In this case, maybe you.

What if I say no?

Then I wouldn't do it.

Yeah, but you'd be unhappy, wouldn't you? You'd feel like a prisoner, huh?

Right? Wrong.

You'd be doing what you thought was best for me.

You're going to lay in a big decision on me, aren't you?

Uncle Bill, you haven't actually said no.

I haven't actually met anybody either except Garfield there.

How am I supposed to make a judgment?

Uncle Bill, let me introduce you to them on their own grounds.

You'll love them.

Just give them a chance.

All right. That's fair enough.

I knew you'd wait till all the evidence was in.

I was so sure you'd clobber me.

Told you what he knows.

Good night. Good night, honey.

Isn't it stark and basic?

Yeah. Wait till you see inside.

Aren't you going to knock?

Oh, no. You just walk right in. It's complete freedom.

Suppose somebody comes in there white.

Uncle Bill, there's no such thing.

Everybody loves everybody.

Sorry.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. Hi.

Myra? This is Joanne.

Oh, that's Myra. Right.

Say, he's cute.

Square. Mm -hmm.

Elderly. But cute.

Hang loose, Uncle Bill.

This is home plate.

Isn't it the most, Uncle Bill?

This is quiet time. Oh.

How long you been here?

Two months.

Two months of heaven.

You can't imagine the beautiful sensation of...

True freedom.

We can be.

Here it's like we just are.

I don't suppose you, uh, understand that.

I think I do.

You do?

Well, Uncle Bill, does that mean that... That means I understand.

Hey, that's a good scene, Sissy.

My parents never did understand.

I didn't say I approve, I just thought I understand.

Okay.

man, you got a hammer?

Kitchen drawer.

Oh, man, what a bag.

Who's he?

Who? Him.

Who knows?

Man, it's like icky.

We got this front door, right? Some square puts a lock on it, a lock on the

inside like you don't trust, man.

I say if you have to lock up a door in where you live, that's a very suspicious

soul.

In love, we trust.

I'm going to knock that lock off.

Man, it must be tough to outgrow your membership in the swing of generation.

It's hard to be a member.

Hey, this man is way out.

Dad, I ain't about to resign.

He's what's happening?

Well... Crazy.

We've got everything.

He's like a cross -section.

Okay, well, I guess it's enough.

Now, Uncle Bill, please don't judge by one hippie with a hammer.

Who's judging? I'm just sitting in.

Okay. Nice to have met you.

Come back any time.

Except weekends. It would kind of put out the fire to have old folks sitting

around staring at us, you know.

Uptight.

Oh, sure.

I get it. Come on.

Bye, Al. Bye.

Why do you suppose those girls moved away from home in the first place?

Well, because they needed freedom and love.

Which they weren't getting, huh?

Right. So aren't you getting enough freedom and love?

Well, sure.

Well, why do you want to go away?

Uncle Bill, I don't want to move away. Not really. I just want to try something

different for the experience.

Some experience you can do without, you know.

Okay, Uncle Bill. It's settled. You don't want me to go.

No, it isn't. Not yet.

What do you mean?

It'll be settled when you make your own decision.

I made my own decision. I was overruled.

Okay. Your decision is to be a weekend hippie?

For one weekend, just to try it.

If you trust me.

Oh, I trust you.

If you're sure, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Okay.

Hey.

You think I'm out of my mind to let her go?

One gives a child a proper training, sir. One trusts she will put it to

use. I'm not worried about her. I am worried about them.

Sir, there was a hunting season.

I traveled with the household staff of Colonel Bassington on safari.

We witnessed many tribal customs somewhat alien to our own.

Well, when you get a load of those kids that are going to come to pick her up,

you're going to see tribal customs you never dreamed of.

But, sir, what if Sissy is so taken with her new friends and their new way of

life that she wishes to...

Well, make it permanent.

And I move in and stop her cold.

Very good, sir.

Oh, excuse me, sir. I shall greet them as I once greeted a native delegation

Colonel Basington.

Look, a beard.

We're home.

It's super hippie.

Please come in.

Ladies, sir.

Hiya, Mr. French.

Good evening, sir.

Hey, this is really a pad.

Look, little people.

Hello, little people.

Hi, big people.

Aren't they wonderful?

I wish I had a flower to give them.

Do you love me, little people?

We don't know you.

Maybe we'd like you if we knew you.

Then let's play something so we can love each other.

You know you must love everybody in the whole world.

Maybe we should change our clothes first.

We didn't know it was going to be a costume party.

Hey, I have a space suit. And it has a helmet.

Judy, it's not that kind of a party. It's a Raggedy Ann party.

You look just fine.

Square, but fine.

We can play just the way you are.

Good. How about Jack Straws? Groovy.

Is Sissy ready? We're in a hurry. No, she'll be here presently. She's packing

for the weekend.

Right. Excuse me, sir, but do you mind if I ask if you'll find the...

This hair of yours is additional hair, rather warm.

I'm overheated, man.

But I'm in. I'm hip.

Confidentially. I made a down payment on a beard.

Hey,

where are you going?

To these friends who I'll play Jack Straws with.

Jack Straws?

Now, you see, Uncle Bill, they're free. They can do what they like.

And they don't have to be afraid that somebody will think they're childish.

They don't care.

You sure about this weekend?

I am sure.

Hey, I'm packed and ready to go.

Oh, we can't go now. We just started our game.

We're having fun.

You see, Uncle Bill, it doesn't really matter if we leave now or for now.

Well, maybe he doesn't marry to them, but we've got a schedule, and it's time

those little kids were in bed.

Let me tell them.

Okay.

I'm sorry, you guys. Buffy and Jody have to go to bed.

Sissy, you made me move.

They're having fun.

Yeah, we want to play some more.

Do we have to go to bed?

Right now?

Right now. Uncle Bill said so.

We have to.

I wish we were hippies. Then we would never have to go to bed.

Can you kids come over and play tomorrow?

Yeah. There's no school tomorrow.

We can play all day.

Well, we'll see if we feel like it.

Okay. Good night.

Nice to have met you.

Don't you just love little people?

Yes, of course.

Basically, we're all little people.

Sissy, you want to get in the game?

Oh, no thanks.

I'd better put the little people to bed.

Maybe by then you'll be ready to go.

Good night, Uncle Bill. Good night.

We want Sissy to put us to bed, on account that we won't see her until

Okay, go on.

A refreshment to serve, ladies, sir.

Hey, soul food.

Put it down, man. We're not ready yet.

Sit down.

Hey, how about getting in the game?

I'm afraid that wouldn't be proper.

Excuse me.

Wow. Is he for real or a put -on?

No, that's his bag.

Well, if it's his thing.

I guess he has to do.

Sissy, why can't I go with you?

You're not old enough.

But they're little kids just like me and Dodie.

Not really.

They're my age.

But they dress kind of raggedy, and they're kind of dirty, and they give

flowers, and they play games like little kids, and grown -ups don't tell them

what to do, just like Peter Pan.

Buffy. I can't explain them to you because you're really a kid and you

understand.

I understand one thing.

What? It's a good thing Uncle Bill wasn't a hippie.

What are you talking about?

Well, if Uncle Bill was a hippie, he would be so busy talking about love and

being free, he wouldn't have had time for us.

of trouble when we came to Uncle Bill. Those kids just wouldn't have bothered.

Yeah.

It took a lot of love for Uncle Bill to change his whole life just for our sake.

Yeah. He doesn't talk about love much. He lives it. I think that's better.

Good night.

Good night.

See you Monday.

But you see, don't like the kids so much that you don't come back.

I'll come back.

I promise.

Leaning up in the kitchen, sir. I didn't realize that they'd departed.

Yeah, they swarmed out.

Same way they swarmed in.

I didn't say thanks or anything. I guess courtesy isn't their bag either.

One hopes that sissy will return unscathed.

Well, she's not coming back.

Sir?

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

Both.

You dig?

Indeed, sir.

I dig.