Daddy Steve: The girls were busy getting ready for the first annual Gregoropolis Valentine's Day dance.
Holly Belle: How's the decorating coming?
Harriet: Oh, just splendidly!
Holly Belle: Good. Just remember --
Rhoda: Yeah, yeah. We know; no tape on the wallpaper.
Harriet: Actually, we're just about finished.
Holly Belle: Great! You're just in time for the yoga class I will be leading then.
Rhoda: Why do we have to do yoga?
Holly Belle: It's obvious. The boys outnumber us, so we're going to be doing lots and lots of dancing. We have to be in top form.
Louisette: I do not need ze yoga. We French women are naturally fit, n'est-ce pas? We have ze appetite like ze bird and we walk everywhere.
Later that evening, the dance was ready to begin!
Blake was acting as DJ.
Daisy: Do you have 'Mony Mony' by Billy Idol?
Blake: Oooh, rock on!
However, a problem became immediately apparent. The boys are that self-conscious age where the idea of dancing...and with a girl!...is rather mortifying.
Holly Belle: Why won't they dance with us?! They're just milling around and eating!
There were, of course, a few exceptions. Bowie and Valerie cut an elegant rug.
And Robin believes that dancing is a societal nicety every refined young gentleman should be accomplished at.
Of course, Frank was his usual uninhibited self.
Frank: Boogie down!
The evening may not have gone exactly as planned, but Holly Belle is never one to give up.
Holly Belle: Well, I can see that before next year's dance I'm going to have to organize some dance lessons in addition to the yoga classes.
❤❤ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY from GREGOROPOLIS! ❤❤