Bruce Brown credited as playing...
Narrator
- Narrator: When Kemp looked at surfing pictures, there's only one thing he ever thought about. That was the obvious, of course. Surfing.
- Narrator: With civilization there came the surfer with his urge to conquer these moving walls of water.
- Narrator: Wait a minute! It looks like Dick's dreaming about the same girl that Del dreamt about. Del wouldn't like that one bit. He's out in back, thinking bananas.
- Narrator: A way down the highway, Freddy Fowler and Henry Ford were having a little trouble with their car. It seems that Henry Ford's Ford wouldn't make like a Ford.
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- Narrator: In the beginning, there was the sun. Nothing but the sun moving through the heavens. The sun took strange colors and the winds blew. Covering the surface of the earth were seas. And the seas were turmoil...
- Narrator: Even in his dreams, Henry was hungry. Henry would eat almost anything, even poi. Mmm-mmM! The leftover poi we used to stick surfing pictures to the wall - just like wallpaper paste. Tasted about the same too.
- Narrator: Now goes Mooks! Whoops! The second wave, Mooks got to his feet... momentarily. It just didn't seem to be Mooks' day. It seems that he and a rock had a misunderstanding. They met - head on. The rock one.
- Narrator: Paddling out they almost turned around and came back in. They thought they'd been turned loose on a Navaho reservation. This Indian canoe bearing down on them. It turned out to be some of the beach boys who'd picked up this canoe from someone.
- Narrator: Hawaii. An island of contrasts. An island of rainbows and an island of romance. An island of waves - which is, of course, what the surfers came for. These waves are as varied as the beaches that they break on.
- Narrator: Proceedings, though, were momentarily interrupted when a fella named Mooks arrived. It seemed that Mooks had had a long talk with Gidget and decided to take up the fine art of surfboard riding.
- Narrator: The water was crowded. The beach was ridiculous. There were people everywhere. Sitting in chairs. On top of cars. Right-side up, upside down. Cameras. Brownies. Movie cameras. Surf boards mostly everywhere you looked there were surfboards. It was enough to make you dizzy. The surfers come all the way from California to escape the crowds. They loaded the surf boards in back of the car and departed. They decided to go look for something else to do where there wouldn't be such a crowd.
- Narrator: Semi-slippery when wet, Henry Ford with a semi-slip and a semi-turn. Do that again for the folks, will you please Henry? Attaboy!
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- Narrator: Now I'd like to quote a poem that was written by Dr. J. H. Ball, some 20 years ago, and appears in a book that he wrote on surfing. It's a tribute to the surfers. It goes something like this: "When old King Neptune's raising hell, And the breakers roll sky high, Let's drink to those who can ride that stuff, And to the rest who are willing to try."
- Narrator: After this last wave of Dewey's, the judges decided to cancel any further contest. They just couldn't classify this wave. Finally, decided to call her: reverse squat, East African, down backwards, lower archer, pelican, pull-out. Rarely seen this side of Nairobi.