"That's great you want to help," Marion Grimes said with a smile, even though she wasn't too sure about why they wanted to help.
"So where do we start?" Potsie asked with a smile.
"Over there." She pointed towards the booths.
"Thank you." Ralph and Potsie smiled as they walked over to the booths.
"Check it out, Ralph."
"Oh baby, baby, baby. Yes!"
"I'm going to do the dunking booth."
"I'm going to the kissing booth," Ralph said as he walked up to the booth then stepped up then continued. "Kiss me for one dollar to raise money." Women stood in line to kiss him.
"Take your best shot! Let's see if you can dunk me," Potsie said as a few people tried hitting the target with the softball.
Twenty minutes later, Potsie fell in when someone finally hit the target. He got out and got a towel to dry off then met with Ralph at the shooting gallery. Once Ralph's turn was over, he watched as Potsie tried his turn at the gallery. They both went to the fortune teller.
Ralph sat on the bench as the fortune teller told his fortune, "You will find great happiness."
"Hey, I will make any girl I go with happy," he giggled.
"I guess he didn't realize he was being such a dork," Potsie said as he giggled and they both walked around.
"This is great, Potsie. I'm going to get some phone numbers."
"Have fun, I'm going to meet her." Potsie walked over to a woman who sat at the table, eating.
Ralph walked up to a few women, got their phone numbers, and giggled away happily.
After a while, they headed back to the shooting gallery and Potsie watched Ralph.
"Okay, Ralph. Those duckies are very tricky."
"I can do it, Potsie, just watch. I'm better than Davy Crockett." Ralph took aim with the pop gun.
"Ya missed."
"Ya think? I have more tries."
"I don't think you can knock them down."
"If they don't move so much, I can shoot them."
"That's not the object of the game, Ralph."
"Pots, sit on it."
After a few minutes, Ralph knocked all but one duckie down.
"Does he win a prize?"
"There are no prizes other than donating to the fundraiser."
He found out how much he had to donate then went to the donation box and put the money in.
They walked over to the scale to watch people try to hit the bell then later they got more phone numbers from some more women then left for the day.
"Isn't this great? We met some women and I hope they will go out with us."
"I don't know Ralph, I mean what if they aren't interested."
"They will be." Ralph giggled.
They arrived at the apartment and talked more about the fundraisers.
"Oh, they are having a bake sale on Sunday, maybe we can ask Mrs. C to cook for us."
"But then that means Richie will be home."
"So. We can just tell him it is a friend's birthday."
"But he knows all our friends," Potsie said.
"Come on Potsie, who cares!" Ralph said annoyed.
A week later after dinner-
Jason dropped Joanie off at home then she went inside. She gave her parents greetings. As she went upstairs to her room, she noticed they seemed to have been fighting about something.
"Look Marion, it's been three weeks and she is going out with him way too much. How much homework does she even get done? She just got home and it's after 8."
"Maybe she doesn't have that much homework," Marion said even though she didn't really believe what she said.
"Really, Marion?" Howard stood in front of Marion, who sat on the couch.
"No."
"Look, I don't want her schoolwork to suffer and grades are coming out in a few weeks."
"I know, but when I went out with you, I didn't do too much homework, either."
"That is not very comforting, Marion."
"I'll talk to her tomorrow."
"Good." Howard sat next to her and held her hand.
"She is soooo happy." Marion looked at him.
"I know," Howard said as they sat quietly.
"It scares me as to how happy she is because if one day it's over, how will she react?"
"She'll be upset for a good while then she'll be fine," Howard said.
"I hope so, Howard."
The next day Joanie and Jason left Arnold's for their respective homes. Marion was sewing a button on a shirt on the couch when she heard Joanie walk in.
"How was your day, Joanie?"
"It was great." Marion put the shirt and needle on the table and walked to the table near the kitchen.
"Joanie, I would like to talk to you." Joanie and Marion sat down.
"Sure, Mom."
"You love Jason, don't you?"
"Yes, I do." Joanie smiled.
"Your father and I don't mind you going out, but we are concerned about your schoolwork."
"Okay, Mom." Joanie felt nervous.
"Your father and I feel you are going out with him way too much and we almost never see you home. When do you do your homework?" Marion looked at her daughter.
"I do it at Arnold's."
"It must be hard doing it with your friends there."
"No, he helps me with homework."
"I hope so, Joanie. Report cards are coming out and I really hate to see you grounded because you didn't do your homework."
"Oh, Mom," Joanie said displeased.
"Well? You aren't getting behind, are you?"
"No."
"Good."
"Anything else?" They got up and went in the kitchen.
"What are you going to do?"
"Jason has some friends over at his house tonight so I was going to go read." Joanie went upstairs to read.
A few hours later at Arnold's-
Richie and Lori Beth were at the booth reading their homework when Lori Beth spoke.
"So, Richie, you never found out why Ralph and Potsie have been acting so strange?"
"No, but I think maybe it has something to do with some girls. If they don't want me in on it, they act suspicious, and quiet or in this case, giggly."
"I found out from some of the sisters at the sorority that there was a fundraiser last week and they raised quite a bit of money. But they are having a bake sale in a few days and they have had lots of people sign up."
"What was that fundraiser like last week?"
"They had a kissing booth for the girls." Lori Beth and Richie looked at each other then smiled.
"I bet I know why they were giggly."
They both laughed then continued on to their homework.
Two days later at the Cunninghams-
Ralph and Potsie rang the doorbell then were let in by Marion.
"Hi, boys, is there something I can do for you?"