. . . he flung his jacket into the stands, and as the passionate applause of the beautiful women overwhelmed him, Ken suddenly knew THIS was what he had been born for! To be adored by women, to bask in the spotlight, to be the embodiment of all that is hot and studly, to --

"HEY!"

Suddenly, the rink's star skater appeared out of nowhere, with a clenched fist, and fire in his eyes!

"Who do you zeenk you are, to try to challenge my studliness in my own reenk? Why, I should --"
"Please, mister, these women practically threw themselves at me!"
"Don't make mee laugh -- as if a woman could look at any other man when I am in zee house!"
"I swear, I was just trying to go home for the day -- ask them!"
"And so I weel! Well, ladeez -- but -- Madame B., is that you? Mon dieu, Marinelle! Marina, Sarah, Laurianne -- and -- OLIVIA?! Olivia, what do you zeenk you are DOING?! Stop trying to stuff francs down his --"
"Forgeev mee, mon amour, but zere is just somezing about him when he puts on zee white suit -- I cannot reseest!"
"Hmm, I wonder -- Monsieur Ken, perhaps you weel make a deal weez me?"
"Sure, mister; you know, I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship . . ."

And so, at the international departures gate of Orly Airport later that day, the two men made a trade that would make history: Ken handed over the white disco suit to the skater who would make it famous, and the skater gave him a first-class ticket home to Sherman Oaks, where, with his newfound mission to bring pleasure to women the world over, Ken would become a star of stage and screen -- so now, you know the rest of the story . . .

Principal photography, costumes, makeup, bar tended, and disco balls polished by: Marcia

Script written and bribes to carefully selected members of the Academy by: Hasenji

CIA safe house maintained and singing Moldavian clams coached by: Lesley

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