Ricky came home from the club, one evening. He and Lucy kissed.
"How was your day, dear?"
"Boy, oh boy, I dunt believe it!"
"What dunt you believe?"
"Remember when we were in Italy, and you were offered the movie role, and you 'soaked up local color' by stomping on grapes?"
"Oh, yes! I had purple feet, for several hours!"
"Well, you might have purple feet again!"
"Huh?!"
"I told my agent about it."
"You did?"
"Uh huh. And he thinks that would be a great idea for an act at my club."
"He does?"
"Yes. And he wants you to star in it!"
"Oh, can I, please?"
"Yes, you can."
"Oh, thank you, Ricky!" She hugged and kissed him wildly.
"Please dunt mess this up!"
"Oh, I wunt!"
Ricky got together with his musicians, and they came up with a song called "Grapes for the Wine." The next few weeks involved arranging and rehearsing the act. A special tank was brought in and filled with grapes from California wineries.
"This feels like eyeballs!," Lucy commented the first time she stepped barefoot on them.
"And how did they feel like when you did it in Italy?," Ricky countered.
"Like eyeballs!"
It came time for the first performance. Ricky came onstage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is a brand new dance number we've prepared. It's called 'Grapes for the Wine."
The curtains opened to unveil the grape-filled tank. Lucy and four other girls walked out onstage. They wore gay Italian country dresses and were, of course, barefooted.
Ricky and his band began the song, and the girls got into the tank. They stomped on the grapes to the rhythm of the music.
Unfortunately, Lucy began getting out of step with the other dancers. She walked in front of them and did a jig in the grapes. The other girls tried to get her back in line, but she wouldn't do it.
Tempers faired. One of the girls pulled up a wad of crushed grapes and threw it at Lucy. She responded by picking up some grapes and throwing it back at her. The other girls began also throwing grapes. Eventually, they started shoving each other, and finally there was a five-girl grape wrestling match!
The audience howled with laughter. Ricky glanced at what was going on. He shook his head in disgust, but continued singing. As the music ended, the girls stopped their wrestling and stood up in the tank. The applause was thunderous!
"Lucy, you've got some 'splaining to do!," said Ricky. They were backstage after the performance. She had changed into dry clothes.
"I'm sorry, Ricky! I tried to behave. But when the music started, I wanted to be the main focus of the act. I guess I'm fired?"
"No, believe it, or not! My manager just told me that that act was a big hit."
"It was?"
"Yes. They want us to do it three nights a week!"
"Uh, I don't think so, Ricky."
"You dunt?"
"No, I dunt! It was fun once, but wrestling in grapes three times a week is a bit much!"
"Oh, I was hoping you'd say that, darling!"
They hugged and kissed.
The act went on for three months straight. Another dancer replaced Lucy.