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We maintain normal atmospheric
pressure in here

by a special mixture
of oxygen and helium.

Never mind the
scientific lecture, Miller.

Just what is this crazy project
you've dragged me down here to see?

Mr. Hollister, this project meets the
most important challenge of the future.

Never mind the future.

Just give me the past.

- An oyster's--
- There she is.

- Where?
- Right there. Dead ahead.

Well, I see where is it, but what is it?
It looks like a large onion.

That's what we call it,
"The Green Onion."

Two hundred thousand dollars
for an underwater onion?

It's a house.

A completely self-sufficient,
underwater house.

A house for what? Flounders?

Underwater living is coming, T.R.
It has to.

At the present population growth,
in the predictable future,

there'll be one human being for
every square foot of land on Earth.

Can you imagine what that means?

This is your future
living space unless--

People weren't meant
to live underwater.

Or fly. Or go to the moon.

We can't continue to ignore 71 percent
of the Earth's surface, T.R.,

just because it's underwater.

- Wait till you see the inside.
- Take me back.

One more minute.

Of all the wild, impossible,

money-wasting schemes
I've ever heard of,

this absolutely takes the cake.

T.R., hey!
Not in this artificial atmosphere.

It won't be long now, Mr. Miller.

Two hundred thousand
dollars down the drain,

and all I wind up with
is a cold in the head.

Fred Miller's still waiting
to see you, Mr. Hollister.

Well, I don't want to see him.
I'm afraid I might kill him.

T.R., the whole thing was merely
an unfortunate accident.

The first accident was you, Briggs.

Putting that nincompoop Fred Miller in
charge of research and development.

I'm not a nincompoop.

You are an unemployed nincompoop.

Our competitor's developing
defense facilities,

undersea oil wells, while we are
building $200,000 playhouses.

It's not a playhouse.

It's a practical home for a typical
American family to live in,

- and I can prove it.
- How?

By having a family
live in it for 30 days.

That's absolutely preposterous.
Ridiculous.

T.R., we ought to at least
test this project

before we write off all that money.

We could run an ad,
interview families--

Ads and interviews.
Are you insane?

Why, if news of this nutty project gets
out, our stock would drop 20 points.

But, T.R., we--

No buts, no buts. I want this house
destroyed, dismantled immediately.

I want all the records burned at sea,
if necessary.

I know a family that'll do it.
No one has to know a thing about it.

The only family we have to talk to.

- What family?
- My family.

Your family? Why, your wife, Vivian
is afraid of water.

She's an aquaphobe.

I can convince her.

Well, now wait a minute, wait.
You said a typical American family.

Your family is typical?

Why, yes, T.R.

They're extraordinarily typical.

I can't make the rains to fall
No, no

I can't climb a mountain tall
No, no

But I can love you

Yes, I can love you

I can't make the sun to shine
No, no

I can't stop the hands of time
No, no

But I can love you

Yes, I can love you

Nobody but me
Can hold you tight

Nobody but me
Can treat you right

Nobody but me
Knows what to say

I'm the only one
Who knows the way

Yeah, I can love you

Yeah, I can love you

Baby

I can't make the sun to shine
No, no

I can't stop the hands of time
No, no

But I can love you

Welcome home, Mr. Miller.

- What?
- Welcome home.

Thank you.

Hi, Viv.

Hey, Viv?

Forty Nights in a Harem.
That's a good title.

Hi, darling.
What did you say?

I said,
Forty Nights in a Harem, that's--

Good commercial title, don't you think?
Hey, darling, why don't you go relax.

I want to finish
the seduction scene, okay?

I can love you

I can love you

Hi, Daddy.

Hello, kids. Hello, Harold.
Hello, Marvin.

Hello, Mr. Miller.

Lorrie, I think you found it.
You've finally found it.

Don't you think so, Mr. Miller?

- What are they looking for?
- The sound.

Yes, they found it.

- No, man, not just any sound.
- The sound.

The sound that's gonna
make us millionaires.

Well, Mr. Ashbury says our last
number was really close.

Is Mr. Ashbury an ear specialist?

Nate Ashbury?

Why, he's the
founder, chairman of the board

and president of Stentorian Records.

Stentorian? That means loud.

- Right.
- Yeah.

We're gonna take this new
number down to him now.

- Isn't it kind of late?
- Well, not for Mr. Ashbury.

He's a boy millionaire.
Works around the clock.

- Come on, let's go.
- Bye, Daddy.

Come on, Marvin.
Bye, Myrtle. Thanks a lot.

- Bye, Myrtle.
- I got my fingers crossed.

Ciao.

I think this...

You got problems, Mr. Miller?

No.

You want a swig of my tonic?

No, thank you, Myrtle.
I'm on the wagon.

Hey.

You're supposed to be relaxing.

Yeah. I am.

- Problems?
- No.

Viv?

How's the writing coming along?

I really think it's going to sell.

It's all about a girl piano-tuner
who works in a harem.

Girl piano-tuner, huh? That's brilliant.

- Will you look at those children?
- Viv?

What, dear?

Listen, why don't you write a story
about a family

that lives in an experimental house.

An experimental house?

- One that you designed?
- Right.

And I promised T.R. that this family
would live in it for the next 30 days.

Without even consulting us?

Gee whiz, I thought
you'd love the idea.

T.R. insists that we have
a family test it, so--

Test it?

The house has to be tested?
Is there something wrong with it?

- It's gonna fall down?
- No, the family has to be tested.

Their reactions to the
modern conveniences,

- the ultramodern comfort,
- Where is this house?

- the breathtaking decor,
- Where is this house?

the push-button
labor-saving devices,

the beautiful, magnificent,
ever-changing view,

- Where is this house?
- the serenity and charm--

- Fred.
- Yes?

Where is this house?

Well, it's about three miles
off the coast.

An island?

It's built on a foundation
of solid rock, about 90 feet--

About 90 feet, what?

Underwater.

Underwater?

You must be out of your mind!

Oh, no, Captain Bligh.

You're not giving this girl
the deep six.

Honey, the house is watertight.

Well, I think you're tight.
And not on water.

Have you ever known me
to take a drink?

Or else you've been nipping
on Myrtle's tonic.

You know I'm terrified of water.
I can't even swim.

You don't have to swim.
We'd get there in a submarine.

A submarine! That's marvelous,
that's wonderful.

- Honey, will you--?
- Don't touch me.

How do you know you won't like it
when you haven't even tried it?

I haven't tried cutting my wrists either,
because some strange instinct

of self-survival says,
"Drop the razor, Viv."

And right now it's saying, "Drop dead,
buster." Don't you touch me.

This is pure hysteria.

You haven't given me
one rational reason.

All right, I'll give you a rational reason.
I don't like the neighborhood.

It's very exclusive.

Good. Then exclude me out.

- Where are you going?
- I am going to my bedroom.

Now, just a minute.
You mean our bedroom.

That's where you're wrong.
I mean my bedroom.

Viv, honey. Baby.

Come on.

And furthermore, I hate you.

Would you like a little more time
to think it over?

Yeah, I can love you

Yeah, I can love you

Baby

I can love you

I can love you

Out of sight.

I think it is out of sight.

Cool it.
Just wait one minute.

Let us see if it has turned on
the brain machine.

I would certainly advise that,
Mr. Ashbury.

After all, my computer analyzed
and selected your last ten hits.

Doc, now you know that I flip over
every teensy tube

in your gassy little think tank.

Dr. Wells has a Ph.D.
in computer analysis.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I think she's a ding-a-ling.

What seems to be
the hang-up, doc?

Stuck.

- What's it say?
- How important is that?

- Is it gonna make it for us?
- What does it say?

This musical selection correlates with
a vibratory resonance index of .95.

- Meaning?
- Meaning .95 affirmative.

Cool it. Okay, doc, what's with the
other five points?

- Negative.
- That's a bummer.

- Where does it say that?
- Right there.

I've been just atrocious, haven't I?

No, no. Not really.

I mean, this thing means
a lot to you.

It means everything.

I've been a bad wife.

Even my job is at stake.

Bad, bad, bad.

My whole career, for that matter.

Unfeeling, selfish, thoughtless.

Your future, my future, the kids' future.

Even trifling things like
Tommie's new surfboard.

Bad, bad, bad.

Viv?

- Are you listening to me?
- Of course.

What was I talking about?

Tommie's surfboard.

Then you still won't do it, huh?

Do what?

Live in the underwater house.

But of course I will. That's what
I've been trying to tell you.

You will, Viv?

Darling, I don't know if I can last
the full 30 days, but I'll try.

Then you're reconciled to the dan--
The inconvenience?

I'm reconciled to you.

Here are the kids.
Shall we tell them?

Why not? They'll love it.

Underwater?!

Daddy, it's impossible.

I'll die.

We can't go away now,
underwater or anywhere else.

We're just five index points
from a hit record.

But, children, I explained how
important it is to your father.

It's only for 30 days.

Harold can't wait 30 days.

Please, Daddy, don't ask us
to walk out on Harold.

Where would he find
two more Hang Ups?

Maybe Harold and his brother
could come with us.

- What?
- Down there?

Fred, why not?

Yeah, why not?

You can work on
your song down there.

- The acoustics are perfect.
- I don't know.

Well, why don't you go
call Harold and find out.

All right.

I'll tell his parents we're
going on a trip or something.

This is supposed to be a secret.

All right, but if he breaks
off the engagement, it's your fault.

- Who says they're engaged?
- Don't worry about it.

Don't worry, Dad.
Harold's father will let him go.

He's been threatening
to send Harold to Alaska.

- Hello.
- Harold?

How would you like to live
with us in a new house for 30 days?

Thirty days?

That's right, Harold, 30 days.

Sure. I'd love to.

You will? That's wonderful.

Where is this new house?

Where's the house?

Well, that's the one teensy-weensy
little thing I didn't tell you.

And it's the best part of all,
because of the acoustics.

And it's top-secret, so don't breathe
a word of it to your parents.

It's located three miles offshore,
and about 90 feet underwater.

Underwater?!

We're here, kids.

We're home.

I can't wait.

Okay.

- I can't find--
- Give me your hand.

Thank you, dear.

I'm coming.

- Wow.
- Wow.

- That's too much. Come on, Marv.
- Wow.

Look at all the fish! I don't believe it.

It's like an aquarium.

Daddy, it's great.

Fred, darling, it's beautiful.

It's not only beautiful, it's functional.

We get our light, our power,
everything from the ocean.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

What's that?

That's the Duke and the Duchess.

It's cute.

They're dolphins that made friends
with us while we built this place.

But, Daddy, are they
gonna come back?

Sure. Now you kids unload the sub.

Okay.

I'm going to show you the answer
to a maiden's prayer.

- What?
- A perfect kitchen.

Behold, your refrigerator.

Flora and fauna of the sea.

Harvested or caught
in your own front yard.

That's incredible.

Now, here's your garbage disposal.

Be sure you incinerate
before you eject.

- Yes, sir.
- Very important.

Okay.

- The sink.
- Wonderful.

- Push that button.
- This one?

- Yeah.
- What'll happen? Oh, look.

Your dishwasher.

- I don't believe--
- Behind you is your oven.

Here's your hot plate.

Did you really design all of this?

I am truly impressed.

Recipe book.
Baked kelp, broiled kelp,

fried kelp, deviled kelp, kelp.

- Wonderful.
- Now here's your clothes washer.

And there's a special detergent
in my lab, right there.

Well, I'm sure everyone's starved,
so I'll see what I can--

I knew you'd love it.

- Let me take this.
- No, that's all right, darling. I'll--

- I have to tell T.R. we've arrived.
- Okay.

I hope Myrtle Ruth--

I hope Myrtle Ruth
got everything straight.

When's she coming in?

Saturday, 12:00.

Groovy. That gives us plenty of time.

Well, how's she gonna--?

Well, how is she gonna know
how to find us?

I told her to go three miles
due north of the pier.

That's where Daddy says we are.

You better not start
anything with me, fatso.

There's a recipe in here
for you too, you know.

Green Onion calling T.R.

Green Onion calling T.R.

Come in, Miller.
T.R. here.

And speak discreetly. This isn't
a private channel, you know.

Will do, T.R. Just wanted to report
that we arrived safely.

If you haven't any objections, I'm
sending a crew over for the large sub.

We'll leave you the little one.

That's okay with me.

Is Viv down there with you?

She sure is.

You aren't much on
research and development, Miller,

but if you talked Vivian into
staying down there,

I ought to make you
head of sales.

I'll bet you she
doesn't last two days.

Is that so?
Well, just name the stakes.

I already did.

Your job.

Wait a minute. What is
this ridiculous-looking contraption

you're dragging into my office?

Well, this is a scale model, sir,
of the H-O-D.

H-O-D. HOD. I can spell.
But what does it mean?

I named it after you, sir.

The "Hollister Ore Dredge."

I like the title. Is this one of
Fred Miller's nutty ideas?

Not at all, T.R.

Cheever, here, developed this
on his own. Right, Mel?

Well, you know,

Fred was so obsessed with that
underwater house of his.

Permit me to demonstrate, sir.

- Yeah.
- You see...

...the HOD can move across the ocean
bottom on these treads.

And each 24 hours, it will
dredge in and process

7 tons of sand and earth.

Sand?

Well, the raw materials are sucked
through here and filtered, you see.

The slag is ejected back here,
and the valuable residue is retained.

Valuable residue?

Well, T.R., as you well know,
on the ocean floor,

there are large quantities
of gold, uranium,

magnesium and other
precious metals.

Gold.

Uranium.

Magnesium.

Mel has already constructed
the full-size model.

All we need is your okay
to put it into operation.

Well, you have it. You have it.
Is this a working model?

Working model? Yes, sir.
Would you like me to demonstrate?

By all means. My door and my mind
are always open.

Gold.

Uranium--

Here, here, here!
You're sucking the tie! Stop it!

Like your own habits.

Thanks, honey.

You have habits that are
diurnal, back and forth--

- Daddy, do you want more?
- No, thanks.

Yes, Dad. "Kelp" yourself.

Kelp?

See, Dad? It's kelp.
So "kelp yourself."

What a brilliant son you have.

Daddy, as soon as I wash the dishes,
can we work on our new song?

- Go ahead, honey. I'll help Mother.
- Thank you.

Hey, Harold, do you have
an inspiration yet?

Not yet, but I'm working on it.

Why don't we do that
number about the hippie

who tries to get work in a fruit stand--

Hey, look at the goldfish.

That's not a goldfish.

Well, it's gold, isn't it?

Forget it, Marvin, and concentrate
on an idea, please.

Come on, what's wrong with that idea?
I mean--

Tommie, that's not gonna work.

Every time we think of a song,
you bring up that stupid thing.

- It's terrible.
- He gets hung up about bananas.

Cool it. I've got it. I've got it.

Listen, just follow the rhythm.

Groovy beat, huh?

Hey, little goldfish

Where you goin' to?

Little goldfish
Let me swim along with you

Pretty goldfish
We could have a whale of a time

Put your fin in mine

The tide is in
And it's gettin' dark out

There might be a shark out

But don't worry
I'll hold you tight

The starfish will shine so bright

And everything will be all right

Little goldfish
Where you goin' to?

Little goldfish
Let me swim along with you

Pretty goldfish
We could have a whale of a time

Put your fin in mine

Where'd you learn
to carry on like that?

Well, I watched the children.

Not enough.

Little goldfish
Where you goin' to?

Little goldfish
Let me swim along with you

Pretty goldfish
We could have a whale of a time

Put your fin in mine

That was great!

T.R. to HOD.

T.R. to HOD.

Come in, Cheever.

Come in, Cheever.

Cheever here, sir.
Reporting from the HOD.

You got any gold yet?

Jonah and I were just setting up, sir.

- Jonah?
- Yeah, my assistant.

I thought the name was
a good omen, you know,

three days in the belly of the whale
and all that.

Yeah, that's very amusing.

Look, Cheever, I'm counting on you
and the HOD to make up

for the money that Miller's wasting
on that idiotic house.

You can depend on me, sir.

You bring this off, Cheever,
and I'll give you Miller's job.

Head of research.

Thank you, sir.

- Over and out.
- Roger, out.

Jonah, did you hear that?

The boss is depending on me,
and I'm depending on you.

You can count on me, sir.

What's that?

- It's the alarm. We've sprung a leak.
- The children?

We're taking on water.
Get the girls into the sub.

Wait, where are you going?

Come on, come on.
One at a time, one at a time.

Help, help!

Get her out!

Everything will be all right.

Okay. I've got a knee in the head.

False alarm.

False alarm.
Everything's under control.

Hey, honey, you're all wet.

- Oh, really?
- You been taking a little dip?

You'll laugh when
you hear what happened.

A seal got into our shower
and turned on the water.

A seal?

The water overflowed on the floor
and tripped the alarm.

Come on, let's go see him.

Well, at least we know the alarm
system survived the test.

Well, my nervous system didn't.

It's been stripped, ganglia by ganglia.
Like gears.

Honey, I'm going to bed.
Dry off and join me.

What?

Oh, shut up.

Breakfast is ready, Fred.

No, Gladys, I'm not cooking your
breakfast. Go get your own.

Go on.

- Hurry up and finish your breakfast.
- Oh, you're a pig.

Dad, can we go scuba diving today?

- Yeah, I suppose so.
- Groovy. Can you come with us?

No, I have to go collect
specimens from the sea bottom.

- You kids wanna help me?
- No.

- More coffee, Harold?
- Yes, please.

Can I help you, Daddy?

Gladys, I can't play now. I don't
have time to play with you now.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, hon.

Hi, Gladys.

Excuse me, Gladys.
Let's see.

There it is.

- What's next, Mommy?
- Boys' room.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Mother, what are we gonna do
about dinner tonight?

- Is--?
- What?

What's Gladys looking at?

Oh, she thinks it's a TV set.

Maybe she's watching
Mutiny on the Bounty.

Yeah.

Mr. Cheever.

There's something you ought to know.

Yeah?

I don't know, somehow all the
air got out of this thing.

- "Somehow," huh?
- Yeah.

I guess I didn't have
the bib on tight enough.

We need that compressed air!

Now I suppose I'll just
have to surface for it.

Or maybe...

...I'll just borrow some from a neighbor.

Who?

Never mind.

Vacuum, vacuum.

Funny-looking vacuum.

I guess this is it.

Mommy, the house is tilt--!

Give me a hand, kids.

Hey, Mr. Miller.
Are we all right?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Everything gonna be okay?
- What happened, Daddy?

Somehow we lost pressure in
pylon three. I don't know how.

I reinflated it.

- Here.
- Where's your mother?

She said she'd be in her bedroom.

Her bedroom?

Everything's under control.

You're not gonna
need this anymore.

You're right. Because I'm going home.

Aw, Viv.

You know I made a
commitment to T.R.

"But, Viv, you know I made
a commitment to T.R."

You had no right to commit
me and the children.

Did you think of our welfare? No.
All you thought about was your project.

- Oh, sweet--
- Don't touch me.

- Viv, sweetheart, you--
- Don't you touch me.

Oh, what's the use?

Can't make you stay.

I'll just call T.R. and tell him
the whole thing's a flop.

Oh, all right, I'll stay.

- Oh, Viv.
- But not for your sake.

For the sake of our children.
And don't touch me.

- I love you.
- Stay out of the fun zone.

- Sweet--
- I said I'd stay, but no dividends.

- Baby.
- You want me to act like a fish?

All right, I will.
A cold fish.

Glub, glub.

- Glub, glub, glub.
- Very funny.

Don't do that.

Oh, man, I want you to blow every
tube in that crazy brain machine.

Turn it on, baby,
and we all make the gig.

Come on, come on.

Myrtle Ruth is probably up
there now. It's after noon.

Not so loud.
Daddy's in the laboratory.

- Good luck, Tommie.
- Good luck.

Here. All right.

In we go.

Don't forget to breathe
through the machine.

Right. Here.

You all set?
Good luck.

Hi, Myrtle Ruth.

You're right on time.

They must be putting LSD in this stuff.

Oh, hi.
Oh, it's Tommie.

Oh, Tommie, am I glad to see you.

I thought that fish was, you know.

Myrtle Ruth, meet Duke.

I almost did already.

How's the family, Tommie?

Well, fine.
Everybody's just great.

Oh, groovy.

Where did you pick him up?

Oh, he's a music lover.

Here, take this to Mr. Ashbury
right away,

but remember,
you can't tell him where we are.

I dig.

Ciao.

Yes, I can love you

Yes, I can love you

Baby

I can love you

- I can love you
- Kids, please.

Kids, please. You're driving
me out of my mind.

Why can't you play something
nice for a change?

- Like what, Daddy?
- I don't know. Something--

Something with some
melody and heart.

Something your mother
and I can relate to.

Just one more chance

Remember that one, dear?

Just one more chance

To prove it's you alone
I care for

Each night I say
A little prayer for

Just one more chance

Just one more night

To taste the kisses
That enchant me

I'd want no others
If you'd grant me

Just one more chance

I've learned the meaning
Of repentance

Now you're the jury
At my trial

I know that I should
Serve my sentence

Still I'm hoping all the while
You'll give me

Just one more word

I said that I was glad
To start out

But now I'm back
To cry my heart out

For just one more chance

Oh, I've learned the meaning
Of repentance

Now you're the jury
At my trial

Hey, chief.

- What is it?
- Look at that.

- What is that?
- You tell me.

- Submarine?
- Well, if it is, it ain't one of ours.

Now you're the jury
At my trial

I know that I should serve
My sentence

Still I'm hoping all the while

You'll give me
Just one more word

I said that I was glad
To start out

But now I'm back
To cry my heart out

For just one more chance

Thank you, Gladys.

Really grabs you here, doesn't it?

Well, I'll say one thing, Mr. Miller.

It really turns me off.

Thank you, Marvin.

It's gone.
Just like that.

So?

Well, whatever was making that
sound must still be there.

Yeah, stands to reason.

It must be some new gizmo. One
of them anti-sonar blanketing devices.

Has our side got anything like that?

No.

I better report this to the captain.

Have you heard from Cheever lately?

He called four days ago and said
the HOD was functioning perfectly.

I'm gonna call him and see how
much gold he's collected.

T.R. to HOD.

T.R. to HOD.

Come in, Cheever.

Cheever here, sir.

How much gold have you collected?

We'll give you a full report
in a day or two, sir.

Briggs is here with me.

He thinks you ought
to have a bonus.

- You know what I'm gonna do?
- No. What, sir?

Cut that piddling salary of yours

and give you 1 percent of
all the gold that you dredge up.

Oh, that's just great, sir.

Keep up the good work, son.
You're on my team.

Over and out.

Over and out.

You know, with all the sand
we've been digging up,

maybe we can make a deal
with a construction company.

Shut up and get back to work.

- But, Mr. Cheever--
- Out, out, out.

Out, out!

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

You know you give me
So much devotion

That it keeps on comin'
Like the waves on an ocean

Say it
Glub, love bubble

Lovin' you so
Ain't no trouble

Glub
Love bubble

Lovin' you so
Ain't no trouble

You keep on givin' me
True affection

And sendin' floods of love
In my direction

Say it
Glub, glub, glub

I'm so happy out here
Driftin' on a sea of kisses, yeah

I could live forever
A life of lovin' like the fishes

That's what I say

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

It's still there, captain.

Good. I just sent a
destroyer to that area.

We'll have a triangulation
in just a few minutes.

That's what I say

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

It's gone.

- Just like that.
- But how?

That's what we want to know, captain.

Report from the destroyer, sir.

They say something's blanking
out their sonar signal.

- They want to know if our side has a--
- Secret weapon.

- Secret weapon?
- Yes, sir.

- Of course we haven't.
- Somebody sure has.

Chief, get me Admiral Sheridan
at the 6th Naval District Headquarters.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Secret weapon.

Yes, sir.

- What's wrong?
- Fred, a shark in that window.

- And that one too.
- We're surrounded.

- Oh, Fred, I'm frightened.
- Me too, Daddy.

Did someone expel garbage
without incinerating it?

I don't know.
Make them go away.

Don't worry.

Harold. The main thing is not to
frighten the girls. Just keep playing.

Like the orchestra was playing
when the Titanic sunk. I dig.

- What's that?
- It's a squeeze buoy.

Well, what's a squeeze buoy?

It contains a chemical
that attracts sharks.

That's all we need. More sharks.

This floats to the surface and attracts
them up there, away from the house.

Hey, little goldfish

Where you goin' to?

Little goldfish
Let me swim along with you

Pretty goldfish
We could have a whale of a time

Put your fin in mine

Now watch the ports.

They'll all be lured up to--

The chemical's falling down
around the house.

Well, what does that mean?

Mommy!

Honey.

They're smashing the ports.

It's the chemical on the glass.
It attracts them like blood.

Viv, Lorrie, Tommie, Marvin,
into the sub.

- No, Fred. What about you?
- And Harold.

There's only room for four.
Harold, come with me.

Mommy, we have to go.

What's the matter?
What's the matter?

It won't work.

The circuits are blown.

- Daddy!
- Fred!

Dad, he's jumping.

Glass won't take much more of that.

Marvin.

- Marvin, come here.
- What do you want me to do?

Will you help me take this out?

It's gonna be all right. Fred?

- What do you want now?
- Flippers.

- You're not going, I won't let you.
- I have no choice.

I have to release this far from
the house to draw off the sharks.

- No.
- Look.

Duke's gonna escort me.

Fred, please, no.

- Oh, Daddy. Are you all right?
- Oh, thank heavens.

Oh, darling.

- Fantastic.
- Oh, darling.

- You did it.
- Thank heavens.

- That's fantastic.
- I'm so proud of you.

Beautiful.

- It's all finished.
- I thought you were finished.

I promise you never, never, never,
no more glub, glub.

Little goldfish
Where you goin' to?

Little goldfish
Let me swim along with you

Pretty goldfish
We could have a whale of a time

Put your fin in mine

Doctor! Oh, doctor, doctor,
you've been zonked.

Don't be alarmed, Mr. Ashbury.
That was predictable.

And perhaps benign.

Will you speak English!

- She means like mellow, gassy, neat.
- Just as I suspected.

The correlation index of this
musical number is 1.27.

1.27? Oh, doctor, I think you
have been smoking my bananas.

This number should outsell everything
Stentorian Records ever published.

1.27!

- 1.27.
- 1.27.

- Dig that?
- I dig that.

I shall be the first boy billionaire.

Mildred. Get me Merv Griffin.
At the Diplomat.

We shall make a million copies
of the first record.

"Hey, Little Goldfish"
with Harold and His Hang Ups.

Goldfish?

- Sam and His Submarines.
- How about The Green Onion?

I don't know about that.
Merv? Yeah.

Hey, listen. You know that gig you
offered me on next Saturday's show?

I'll take it.

A new, positively guaranteed,
computer-tested hit. Yeah.

The Green Onion.
That's the name of the group. Yeah.

Can they make rehearsal?
You know it.

Bye.

What a promo. What a promo.

Coast-to-coast debut
on The Merv Griffin Show.

- Mr. Ashbury, they can't.
- Can't what?

- Can't make it.
- Make what?

Make the rehearsal.
Or be on the show either.

- You have flipped.
- They're out of town.

- Out of town?
- Way out.

- Where?
- I can't tell you.

- Do something.
- Me? What?

- Torture her.
- Mr. Ashbury.

Mr. Ashbury, I think I can
get a message to them.

- A message?
- I hope.

A message. Well, if all
you can do is get them a message,

- get them a message.
- Get them a message.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You'll hear from me.
- Good.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

- Mr. Ashbury, with so much at stake--
- Silence.

Reilly. Nate Ashbury.

Can you see the lobby
from your office?

Yeah. An old chick with a bilious
green coat is on her way down.

Oh, Reilly, check the whereabouts
of some cat called Fred Miller.

Works for some freak outfit
called Underseas Development.

What's the subject doing, Philo?

Looks to me like she--

Now wait, wait.
We don't want appearances, Philo.

- We just want the facts.
- Yes, sir.

She's throwing something
into the water.

Reilly to Ashbury. Subject is now
throwing something into the water.

Hello down there!

Hello down there!

Hello there. Where's Tommie?

Why didn't you bring Tommie
with you?

Could you take him a message?

I believe you could.
I believe you could.

- Hey.
- What?

This is amazing.

She's talking to a fish.

The subject is now
talking to a fish.

A fish? Let me see that.

Now, listen. No fooling around.

Bless your heart.
Now, listen to what I say.

Take it right down to Tommie.
His whole career's at stake.

Are you gonna do it? Good boy.

It is a fish.

You take this right to Tommie,
in The Green Onion.

Come on, come on.

Ciao. Come on.

A hurricane coming.
That's all I needed.

How could you
do this to me, Briggs?

I'm only reporting the storm, T.R.,
I didn't initiate it.

Excuses, excuses. That's all I hear.
Well, I'd better check on Cheever.

T.R. to HOD.
T.R. to HOD.

Come in, Cheever.
Come in, Cheever.

Come in, Cheever.

No answer. Better try Miller.

T.R. to Miller.

T.R. to Miller.

Go ahead, T.R.

You're over near Jawbone Reef,
aren't you, Miller?

Yes. Why?

Well, Cheever's been doing some
underseas dredging for me,

and I can't seem to
rouse him on the radio.

I wonder if you could
swim over there and--

Why didn't I know
about this dredge?

Because you've been spending
so much time on your silly house.

While you've been bankrupting
the company,

Cheever's been dredging up
tons of gold.

That isn't all he's been doing.

Never mind that, just check
on him, and when you get back,

I want you to prepare
your family to evacuate.

- Evacuate? Why?
- Why? There's a hurricane coming.

Yeah, I know that.

I made some underwater tests
this morning.

I was just about to go out
to make some more. So what?

- Nothing to worry about.
- So what?

That hurricane will
tear your house down.

I want your family up here
where it's safe.

- Fred.
- Hold on just a minute, T.R.

There's nothing to worry about.

There's no danger down here,
believe me.

Fred, I'm terrified.
A hurricane down here.

- Nothing, dear.
- I'm scared.

Okay, honey.
I'll get you out of here.

All right, T.R., you win.
We'll evacuate.

Of course I win. Don't I always?

Now, after the hurricane,
I want that house torn down.

I mean, after all, you didn't spend
30 days down there, did you?

No, Mr. Hollister. We haven't stayed
30 days yet,

but we're going to.

Mrs. Miller? Vivian? Don't you
understand there's a hurricane?

So? Who's afraid?

I mean, if my husband says
we're safe, then we're safe.

- So goodbye, Mr. Hollister.
- Oh, Viv.

No old hurricane's gonna
wreck my husband's career.

- Honey, you're trembling.
- But I'm bravely trembling.

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

- Hey, people, look at that.
- Hey, it's Duke.

Hi, boy. Hey, he brought something.
Thank you.

Hey, what do you got?

- Let's see. Open it up.
- It's a note.

- A note?
- Yeah.

It's from Myrtle Ruth.

Where you going, Daddy?

I gotta see a man about a wrench.

- What are we gonna do?
- The Merv Griffin Show.

Groovy.

The chance of a lifetime
and we're stuck down here.

Bye, Daddy.

Do you suppose Myrtle Ruth
told Mr. Ashbury where we are?

She'd never tell.

I'll never tell.

- I'll never tell.
- Never ain't forever, baby.

Okay, Reilly, show them in.

Mrs. Webster! Mr. Webster!

Myrtle Ruth, if you don't tell us
where Harold and Marvin are,

we're going to the police.

Oh, Mr. Ashbury. That's dirty pool.

That's show biz.

Hey, listen, chickie.
We can be back in, like, two hours.

But how do we know Mr. Griffin
will let us tape our part of the show?

Well, we can ask him, can't we?

Oh, Mom won't hear us.
She's in the bedroom.

I don't know if you can
operate the submarine, Harold.

- He's a real good motorcycle driver.
- Right.

What's the difference
except it has no wheels?

This sub is smaller
than the one Dad drove.

Which means it's easier.

All right.
I'll leave a note for Mom and Dad.

- So far, so good, Harold.
- This is the berries.

- This is a--
- Look out, Harold.

- Harold!
- What are you doing?

- Relax, relax.
- What happened, Harold?

- Watch out, here we go again.
- Everybody hold on.

- Stop the shouting.
- Straighten it out, Harold.

- Where are we--?
- Look out for the reef!

Stop shouting.
You'll use up all the air.

- Watch where you're going.
- I'm watching.

Harold, we better go up.
I think we'll be safer there.

- All right. Okay.
- Yeah.

I am completely surrounded
by nincompoops.

You are the
biggest nincompoop of all.

People bringing me their troubles.

- I am not responsible.
- Oh? Well, I warn you, Mr. Hollister,

we are going to sue you
for $100,000,

for each hair harmed
on my boys' heads.

And if there is one thing those
teenyboppers are loaded with, dad,

it is hair.

This must be Fred Miller's fault.

I had no idea
he took your kids down there.

Come on now, Little Orphan Annie,
stop passing the buck.

- We are laying this on you.
- Briggs, do something.

Mrs. Webster, I promise you
we'll have your boys out of there,

and home safe and sound
by dinnertime.

Can you get the sub down
there in weather like this?

Yes, sir.
Directly from the submarine pen.

Well, arrange it.
Do I have to do everything?

- Yes, sir. I mean no, sir.
- See what I mean?

- A complete nincompoop.
- Well, well, well.

Now, you see, the worst half is over.

You mean there's another half?

Stentorian Records
is suing you for $5 million.

- Five million dollars?
- Plus the court costs. Unless...

Unless what?

Unless, like...

...well, all of us can
make this scene together.

I don't know what that means, but...

...let's do it.

Crazy, booby.

Get me Merv Griffin, sweetie.

- Harold.
- Let me see where we are.

- Hold steady, Harold.
- I'm trying.

Close it.

Take us back down!

Tommie, see if there are
any towels in the back.

- Yeah, give me one too.
- All right.

Get wet, Harold?

Harold,
we're heading for the bottom.

- Do something. Pull it.
- It's not working.

- Pull up.
- Pull the lever.

I don't know what's happening.
There's nothing here.

Look out!

Harold.

- Harold, look out for those reefs!
- I can't--

- We're on the bottom.
- We've been zonked, friends.

Hello.

Hello.

You're gonna be all right.

Just a second, now. Hold on.

Just a second, Mel. Okay.

Put your arm around me.
Can you make it?

All right, here we go, now.
Easy does it.

Can anybody hear me?
Hello. Somebody.

Somebody help me.

- You're gonna be all right.
- Can anybody hear me?

- Can anybody hear me?
- Honey, what's the matter?

Oh, Fred, look.
I don't know how to do that.

My God. These kids
can't operate the submarine.

- They'll be killed. Honey--
- Main thing is don't lose our heads.

No.

Calling the Coast Guard.
Calling the Coast Guard.

Mayday. Mayday.

Hey.

It's Duke and Duchess.

Go get Daddy.

- Go get Daddy.
- Lorrie, they can't hear you.

And even if they could,
they wouldn't understand.

They understand we're in trouble.

- So they didn't understand, huh?
- They understood.

They're gonna get us out of here.

Mayday.

Mayday.

It's no use. Reception is
impossible in this hurricane.

What are we gonna do?

- Fred, what are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna hunt for the kids.

I think they found them.

Oh, do you really think so?

- I hope so.
- My flippers.

Darling, be careful.

- Keep your fingers crossed, honey.
- I will.

Hey, little goldfish
Where you goin' to?

Little goldfish
Let me swim along with you

Pretty goldfish
We could have a whale of a time

- Captain.
- Yes, admiral?

You will dispatch the second
destroyer squadron immediately.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hey, little goldfish
Where you goin' to?

Little goldfish
Let me swim along with you

Pretty goldfish
We could have a whale of a time

Put your fin in mine

Hey. Hey, look, it's Daddy.
We're saved.

Oh, Daddy, we're saved!

Sir. The signal just cut off, sir.
Dead.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

The destroyer squadron reports
the signal cut off.

- Dead?
- Dead.

Dead.

Gentlemen. This is not
to go beyond this room.

But I must inform you
that our side does not possess

anti-sonar jamming gear
that would function in this manner.

- Captain.
- Yes, admiral?

- Get me the Pentagon.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- We're fine.
- Okay, okay.

- She's all right.
- Where did he go?

Where is he?

- Where did he go?
- I don't know.

- What's he doing?
- I don't know.

- I can't wait to get home.
- I'm not looking forward to explaining.

Well, I hope Mommy's not mad.
I left a note.

I'll never get in another submarine
as long as I live.

It doesn't matter. We're alive.
Here we come.

Too late to worry about it now.

- What? What?
- Yeah, we can.

- Louder.
- We can.

Daddy wants us to go up but--

- What do we do?
- The lever.

- Turn the lever.
- Pull something.

- No, no don't turn it.
- How about this?

- Down, down.
- Yeah, yeah.

Fred.

Fred.

Darling, here, give me that.
Mel, could you help me, please?

Hon, don't step--
Put your foot there. Here.

- Now take my hand. Come on.
- Take my hand.

All right, here we go.
Oh, my darling. Are you all right?

What happened? Why?
What were you doing?

Marvin, why do you three--?

- I can't believe that you even--
- We couldn't get up.

- Why would you--?
- Daddy. Daddy, it's not his fault.

- It seemed like ten years to me.
- It looks easy.

Fred. Fred.

Fred. Fred? I want to thank you
for saving me.

Some guys would have
just left me there.

I have enough to be thankful for,
Cheever,

without worrying about you
being thankful.

Can I talk to you for a minute,
Mr. Miller?

- Mr. Miller.
- Not now, Harold.

- It's very important.
- What is it, Harold?

The sub is sinking.

It's sunk.

Oh, I know you're upset about missing
The Merv Griffin Show,

but at least your song
will be published.

I don't think so, Mommy.

I have a terrible feeling Mr. Ashbury
will never speak to us again.

Well, ahoy.

- Mr. Ashbury.
- Look who's here. Mr. Ashbury.

- Get out of here.
- Hey, how are you?

- Mr. Ashbury.
- What happened?

- What are you doing here?
- How did you find us?

We'd have more room down there if
that fellow would get a haircut, I think.

- T.R.
- I tell you, heads will roll.

This is the last time I go tourist.

How dare you shanghai those Webster
kids. Do you realize I am being sued?

I didn't shanghai them,
they came voluntarily.

Let me tell you, you ignored orders
to abandon this oversize fishing boat.

I find your conduct irresponsible
and culpable--

- Gassy.
- And gassy. Gassy, that's it.

- Mrs. Miller.
- Myrtle Ruth. It's so good to see you.

How is the book coming along?

Oh, I'm writing a story about
an underwater wife. Naturally.

Oh, I'm proud of you.

- Did you like the song?
- Were you excited?

Cool it. Cool it.
Oh, this pad is out of sight.

- I will buy it.
- But I'm tearing this house down.

I just bought it. You fill in
the amount, I will sign it later.

A new discotheque. Underwater yet.
You know, Mr. Miller,

you are almost as
gassy a genius as I am.

Can you throw together
a few more of these pads,

say in London, Paris, Rome,
Stockholm?

- I haven't signed the bill of sale yet.
- Fellas, right over here.

- You can't come in here.
- Right over here.

Okay, kids. Now we are going to tape
your Merv Griffin gig right here.

- Right here?
- You know that is not the place for--

Who gave you permission to put
my pad on national television?

- Now it is his pad.
- Think of the publicity, Mr. Hollister.

Yes, while the hurricane
raged above,

your underseas house
survived, undamaged.

By George, I'm a genius.
Yes, sir, I'm a--

Cheever.

Oh, hi, Mr. Hollister.

Cheever...

...where is my gold?

- Your gold?
- Yes.

Is that all of it?

Well, except for my fillings, sir.

Can somebody
help me out of this thing?

- Hey, it's Merv Griffin!
- In person, yet.

- Merv, baby, where have you been?
- I had to get makeup for the filming.

Come on. Follow me,
I want you to meet your host.

Mr. Griffith, I want to
talk to you about a few things--

No autographs, daddio.
Unhand the threads.

Wait a minute.

I'm T.R. Hollister. I want to make sure

that you plug my underwater house
on your TV show.

What are you,
some kind of freak,

or an establishment cop-out
trying to get us uptight?

What's this communist trying to say?

He just can't figure out whether
you're crazy,

or if you're just a dull bore
trying to give us a hard time.

- I'm not a dull bore, Mr. Griffith.
- Fin.

- What?
- Fin.

- What does that mean?
- Look.

T.R., I am here to plug
this marvelous group.

I am not here to dispense free plugs
for this fishy underwater pad of yours.

Fishy underwater pad!
I'll have you know--

Oh, T.R., I'm putting you on.

Of course I'll give you a free plug
for your house.

Oh, this boy is all heart. Yes, sir.
You're my favorite TV star, Johnny.

Watch you every Sunday night.
Love those drill teams.

Meet the combo, Merv.
The Green Onion.

- Hi. Good to see you.
- Everyone back behind the camera.

- That goes for you too.
- Wait a minute.

- All right.
- I was investigating.

Here's the mike.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

Roll them.

Action.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we'd like to present to you

a very special segment of our show
from a very special place.

I'm in a house somewhere in the
Atlantic Ocean, under 90 feet of water,

speaking to you from
the very eye of Hurricane Hazel.

So now, you music lovers,
fasten your seat belts.

For the first time anywhere,
anyplace,

a brand-new rock group
called The Green Onion.

Their manager, Nate Ashbury, tells me
that he is stoned on these shouters.

That they're mellow yellow,
turned on and groovy,

and the lead chick is so wigged out,
she's out of sight.

Not only that,
I hear they're very good.

So here they are, folks, The Green
Onion and their latest creation, "Glub."

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

You know you give me
So much devotion

That it keeps on comin'
Like the waves on an ocean

Say it
Glub, love bubble

Lovin' you so
Ain't no trouble

Glub
Love bubble

Lovin' you so
Ain't no trouble

You keep on givin' me
True affection

And sendin' thoughts of love
In my direction

Say it
Glub, glub, glub

Glub
Glub, glub

And I'm happy out here
Driftin' on a sea of kisses, yeah

I could live forever
On a life of lovin' like the fishes

That's what I say

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Yes, sir.
Admiral?

The Pentagon, sir.

Mr. Secretary?

Oh, Mr. President.

Admiral Sheridan here, sir.

Yes, sir, we've just declared
a yellow alert.

Sir, the entire fleet
is steaming onto station.

Glub, glub

Glub
Glub, glub

And I'm happy out here
Driftin' on a sea of kisses, yeah

I could live forever
On a life of lovin' like the fishes

That's what I say

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

You know you give me
So much devotion

That it keeps on comin'
Like the waves on an ocean

Say it
Glub, glub, glub

Glub
Glub, glub

And I'm happy out here
Driftin' on a sea of kisses, yeah

I could live forever
On a life of lovin' like the fishes

That's what I say

Glub
Glub, glub

I'm floatin' on a sea of love

Glub
Glub, glub

Floatin' on a sea of love