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Hey, there's Angela. She's eating all alone again.

Let's go have lunch with her. Let's not. She's happy when she's alone.

She doesn't look very happy to me.

Go over then. You'll see you're not welcome.

Hi, Angela.

Want to have lunch together?

It's up to you.

Okay.

What do you have in your lunch?

Sandwiches and stuff.

Don't you want to know what I have in mind?

If you want to tell me.

If you're mad at me, I'll go away.

I'm not mad at you, Buffy.

You sure act that way.

It's just that I've got a problem.

What is it?

I can't tell you.

Well, maybe I can help.

Well, if you promise not to tell anyone, my problem is your brother.

Jody?

He's the handsomest person I ever saw.

Jody?

And when he looks at me, I could just die.

Except he never looks at me.

You mean you sort of like him, huh?

It's a lot more than like. Oh, Buffy, it's awful.

Gee, Angela, you sure do have a problem.

Especially because nobody likes me.

So how can I expect Jody to like me?

Who says nobody likes you? I can tell.

Well, maybe it's because you act like you don't want any friends.

Nope. That's because I'm fat.

You gonna eat your apple?

You can have it.

Angela, maybe you're fat on the outside, but inside you're just as skinny as

anybody else.

Thank you, Buffy. But I know I'll never get Jody to like me.

Bye, Uncle Bill says.

If a person wants something hard enough, nothing is impossible.

You think he means a person like me?

I could ask him.

Yeah, that can be real painful when you love somebody and they don't love you

back.

Andrew's really suffering something terrible.

Yeah.

Well, the boys Jody's age are really much more interested in baseball

and ice cream, stuff like that.

Well, Angela doesn't play baseball very good, but she loves ice cream.

Well, honey, the problem really is that Jody and his friends aren't interested

in girls at all, not yet.

I don't think that's the problem.

What do you think it is?

It's because Angela's sort of chubby.

Chubby?

I think chubby sounds nicer. She says it's fat.

Oh, sure. I see.

That's why she thinks Jody will never like her.

Oh, well, never's a long time.

I don't think anything's ever really hopeless.

That's what I told her you say, but I wish I could help her.

Well, there's a story about somebody that helped somebody to become all

beautiful and everything.

It's called Pygmalion.

Pig who?

Pygmalion. It's a story by George Bernard Shaw.

And it's all about this professor, see?

He takes this poor, kind of homely -looking, uneducated girl and turns her

a real lovely lady.

He makes a bet with a friend that he can do that.

Did it work?

Oh, sure. We wound up taking her to a party and everybody falls madly in love

with her because she's so beautiful.

That's what Angela sure needs.

I knew you'd tell me what to do, Uncle Bill.

Thank you.

Look at her.

She's pretty.

I've got to dress something like that.

Isn't it awfully grown up for you?

No, I mean it's the same color.

I never saw it before. I wanted to wear it.

It's too tight.

I'll bet it won't be.

It's been let out all the way already.

That's not what I mean.

Angela, you have to go on a diet.

From now on, you're just going to forget about cake and ice cream.

Maybe I can stop eating them, but I'll never forget about them.

Angela, do what I say, and you'll see. Everybody will like you.

Jody, too?

Angela, don't you believe in Professor Pygmalion?

Well, it occurred to me that two young ladies might enjoy a spot of refreshment

just from the oven.

Oh, boy, would we?

No cookies, thank you, Mr. French.

Gee, Buffy, they're chocolate chip.

We don't want any, thank you, Mr. French.

Oh, Buffy.

It's perfectly acceptable for you to say no for yourself, but it's a bit

inhospitable not to allow your guest a chance to voice their own opinion.

We don't want any. Thank you, Mr. French.

had help.

Honest, Buffy, can you really tell?

It's only been two days.

You look at least three days thinner. I sure hope so. It hasn't been easy.

Look.

One slice of whole wheat bread, a piece of lettuce, and a slice of Swiss cheese

with big holes.

I'm starving.

That's a sign it's working.

I hope Jody can see a difference.

I still think Miss Harris picks on boys.

Hello, Jody.

Hi, Angela. Hi, Buffy. Hi, Buffy. All the girls raise their hands, and she

me go to the blackboard.

He didn't see any difference at all.

Remember, you've only been on your diet for two days.

Buffy, I'm not so sure it's going to work.

I'm not so sure anything's going to work. It will.

Guess what?

I got a new party dress.

What color?

Blue. It's for Marianne's party. What are you wearing?

I haven't decided yet.

I'll find out from Betty what she's wearing.

I didn't know Marianne was giving a party.

Two weeks from Friday.

I guess just about everybody was invited.

Oh, I don't think everybody.

You mean everybody but me.

That's not what I meant.

It's okay. I guess girls don't like me any better than boys.

I guess nobody likes a fat person.

If I were Marianne, I wouldn't invite me either.

Angela, guess what?

I'm giving you a party and you're the first one I'm inviting.

Me? Next Saturday at my house. Will your mother be able to bring you over?

Oh, she works on Saturdays too.

I'll walk. It's not far.

Walking's good for you.

Now don't forget, three o 'clock at my house.

Oh, I won't.

Gee, Buffy, I can't even believe it. What a surprise. I mean, I have to

out what I'm going to wear.

It's so all of a sudden.

It sure is.

Honestly, I'm crazy about European history, Uncle Bill. It's so exciting.

I just may sign up for the summer course.

You sure it's the European history or the new assistant professor?

Well, he does happen to be extremely brilliant.

You're a handsome guy.

Uncle Bill, can I talk to you private?

I'm leaving.

No, you can stay here.

Okay. Well, it's private with Mr. French, too.

Yes, sir.

Buffy wants to tell us something.

Oh, I'm honored to be included in your confidence, Buffy.

You're part of it because you've got to be there.

Be where?

At the party.

Someone having a party?

That's what I have to find out. Can I have a party next Saturday?

You've got some kind of special occasion?

Yes, it's for Angela.

Oh, yeah. You see, she never gets invited to any party, so I wanted to

specially for her. Sure. You know, like Professor Pygmalion did.

Yeah.

Professor Pygmalion, by any chance, you don't mean Professor Higgins, do you?

Do I?

Yeah.

Angela is Buffy's Liza Doolittle.

Well, that seems like a good enough reason for a party, Uncle Bill.

Yeah, I most assuredly agree, Sam.

Okay, party's on.

Thank you, Uncle Bill.

Hi, Janet?

Guess what? I'm having a party on Saturday at 3 o 'clock sharp. Can you

Saturday? I guess so.

I'll ask my mother.

I hope so, because we're going to have lots of fun.

More fun than at Mary Ann's?

She's a magician.

What are you having?

Well, it's something not better than that.

What can be better than a magician?

It's... Boys.

I'm having boys at my party.

Boys?

That's so loud.

Is that ever better than some old magician?

I'll tell my mother.

It'll be my first boy -girl party.

Mine, too.

Bye.

Jody.

Can I ask you a question?

What is it?

Will you do me a favor?

It depends.

On what?

On if I want to do it or not.

It's real easy.

What'll I have to do?

Hardly anything.

All you have to do is ask three of your friends to come here Saturday.

What for?

We're having a party.

Who's having a party?

Me and my girlfriends.

That's kooky.

What's so kooky about it?

What's kooky about having boys come over to a party with girls?

They do it all the time.

Not my friends.

Just don't tell them girls will be here.

What'll they think you are when they see you?

Come on, Jody, you have to help me.

Mm -mm.

If you do, I'll clean your room for a week.

Mm -mm.

Two weeks?

No matter how messy it gets?

Can't get worse than this.

Oh, yes, it can.

Okay, it's a deal.

Starting right now.

Okay.

Don't forget, two weeks.

Don't you forget, three boys.

It's beautiful, Mr. French.

Just like a happy birthday cake without the happy birthday.

Well, thank you, Buffy.

You sure I look all right, Buffy?

You look beautiful.

If I may say so, Angela, you look positively radiant.

Gee, that sounds even better than beautiful.

Ah, well, that would be the guess, I presume.

We'll get it, Mr. French. Well, as the hostess, that is your privilege.

Come on, Angela.

We're not late, are we? We hurried, but now I don't have to get messed up.

You're just in time.

Doesn't Angela look nice?

She sure does.

I almost didn't know it was her.

Where are the boys?

You said they'd be here.

Jody's meeting them in the park and then bringing them up later.

Did you see the beautiful cake Mr. French made?

Mmm. I love chocolate.

Chocolate's all right.

You can have one piece, Angela.

Oh, no. I'm not having any.

That must be them.

Well, aren't you answering the door, Buffy?

Mr. French, would you please this time?

Certainly.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Girls?

You didn't say there would be girls here.

Well, you didn't ask.

And I missed a baseball game.

I did, too.

Yeah, and how about you said it was going to be a surprise party.

There's your surprise.

What kind of a party can we have with girls?

Come, gentlemen, if you please.

A good way to get a party started is by playing a game.

Thank you, Mr. French.

Excuse me.

Hey, let's play some kind of game.

That's a good idea.

Yeah, let's play a game. What sort of a game should we play?

So this is what a boy -girl party is like.

All I can say is we haven't missed anything.

I'm sorry, Angela.

Hello, Mr. French.

How's the party going?

Well, I'm afraid there are two parties, Sissy, and neither of them are doing too

well.

Oh, poor Buffy.

Maybe there's something I can do to help.

Hi. Hi.

Did this ever happen to you?

Well, I guess I should have warned you.

It's not a boy -girl party. It's a boy -boy -girl -girl party. And not much

I know how we can liven things up.

How would you kids like to dance?

Dance? Sure.

Who knows how, anyway?

It's very easy. All you have to do is just sort of jump around a little bit.

Plus, you don't even have to talk to each other if you don't want to.

You don't even have to look at each other.

It's lots of fun. Look at this.

It's good exercise.

You'll enjoy yourselves.

And, besides...

I will tell Mr. French not to cut that cake over there until after you dance.

Would she really do that?

Well, I guess she could.

Mr. French is in charge of that department.

If we got him, we got him.

You don't want to dance, do you?

I suppose you want to dance, too. I suppose so.

Why don't you ask Angela to dance?

Dancing is dumb.

Well, somebody's got to dance with her.

Well, let Kenny.

If you dance with her, I'll clean your room for three weeks.

No, it's not worth it.

I'll clean your room for a month and give you three comic books.

Well, okay, it's a deal.

I thought we made a deal.

Well, Kenny's dancing with her. What's the difference?

You wouldn't understand.

Now, will you dance with her later?

We'll be eating cake later.

Ouch!

It wasn't my fault.

It was so. You weren't looking. You stuck your foot under mine.

I did no such thing. You're just clumsy. I am not.

And who wants to dance with you anyway?

I didn't ask you. You asked me.

Only because Jody gave me three comic books.

Jody, did you do that?

Well, Buffy said somebody had to dance with you.

What do you mean?

That's what she paid me for.

She paid you to dance with me?

She didn't really pay me. She just said she'd clean up my room for a whole month

and give me three comic books.

What happened?

Sorry, Uncle Bill. I think the party's over.

I was just trying to help Angela.

And I was just trying to help Buffy.

Oh, having her clean up your room for you?

That wasn't Jody's fault. I offered.

But I said it was okay.

And I got the guys to come without telling them there'd be girls here.

Shows you how wrong you were.

Now that's what we call a weak foundation in my business. What do you

would happen if I built a bridge on a weak foundation, huh?

Kaboom? Yeah, kaboom.

Just like your party. Your party landed on Angela, didn't it?

Would it help if we said we're sorry?

Doesn't do a thing for bridges, but it might work with people.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I thought you weren't going to eat cake anymore.

What's the difference? You said if I ate real careful, everybody would like me.

Well, it's not so.

I like you. I'm your friend.

Really and truly friends. Don't embarrass other friends.

I like you too, Angela.

If you want people to like you, you just got to start liking them back.

Come on, Jody.

How'd it go today?

Good. No more kaboom. Me and Angela are friends again.

Well, I'm glad that's over.

Me too.

Except for one thing I told her I'd ask you. What's that?

How come girls get interested in boys before boys get interested in girls?

Oh, well, that's a hard one.

I don't really know. I can tell you this, though. In a couple of years,

even up.

That's good, because by the time Angela's skinny, Jody will probably be

Okay.