A young lady who worked as an extra on the show bought a new car and came to work bursting with pride. It was the best car on the road; the newest model on the market, the prettiest car in California, the best riding car ever made, the most comfortable a person could buy, and above all -- it got fantastic gas mileage.

With the long hours we worked I knew that she couldn't have driven more than a hundred miles since she purchased the car. I also know that when a gas tank is full, the gauge goes past the full mark and you can damn near burn half the gas in the tank before the needle goes down to the full mark; of course the needle then moves to the empty mark by the time you get to the next station. The girl didn't live five miles from the studio so she couldn't have put too many miles on the car during the week that she owned it. Nevertheless, each day we were told of the great gas mileage her car was getting, a whole week of driving (five miles a day) and still her gas gauge registered full. This faith in her car could not go unanswered.

One day I stole the car keys from the young lady's purse. I then asked one of the guys to take a ride with me. He was needed to help move my car into her parking spot. Taking her car, we drove to a nearby locksmith and had a duplicate key made for her car. We then drove the car to the nearest gas station and filled the tank. It cost nearly two dollars to fill the tank due to her many miles of driving. We then took her car back to her parking spot. We surely didn't want her to find her car in a different place. After returning to the set, I replaced her keys in her purse.

Each day, her car was removed and the tank filled. Many days passed and on each of them we had to listen to the young lady brag about the great gas mileage her car was getting. When she was questioned about the possibility of a faulty gas gauge, she assured us that she had stopped to fill the tank a couple of times but the tank was already full. We then tried to convince her that she apparently got a car whose carburetor was made for experimental purposes. That story, she bought. I really don't remember how or when she finally found out what we were doing, but I do remember us having one helluva laugh while it lasted.