The floors of the gym separated, revealing the swimming pool underneath. George Bailey and Mary Hatch, dancing to the tune of The Charleston, tumbled backward into the water. With a combined response of shock and awe, other graduates soon began jumping into the pool, quickly changing the tone of the party.

Bessie hopped in, and soon heard a voice behind her. "How's the water, Bessie?" She turned to see her old classmate Freddie, who greeted her with a wink. "Oh, it's fine Freddie," she smiled. Freddie glanced around. "Where's your date?" Bessie pretended to look sad. "He drowned." Freddie's eyes grew wide, and Bessie laughed. "I'm only kidding, he didn't show up." Freddie swam over closer to Bessie. "Gee, that's too bad," he responded.

Well aware of his mischievous personality, Bessie was intrigued. "By any chance, did you have anything to do with the pool opening up?" Freddie shrugged. "If Bailey thinks he is going to steal my date away from me, he had it coming to him." Bessie recalled Freddie entering the gymnasium with Mary Hatch, but she was too distracted wondering about her own date at the time to remember much about it. "Stole your date, did he? Well, I hope that water hit him nice and cold." Freddie smiled, and reached out for Bessie's hand. "Come on, let's go dry off."

THE END