It was "Surf City here we come" at 7th and Montana this morning as Heather -- our Friendly, Neighborhood Gidget -- made the scene with one thing in mind: catching the perfect wave. At least, I think that's what was on her mind. It was difficult to tell. "I've got a 6'8" Simon Anderson," she enthused, "And the other day someone snaked away from me!" She went on to explain that she's dying to get a "fishboard" and then, faster than you can say "Surf's Up," she took off for the beach. "I don't know about you, but I couldn't understand a word she said," joked Screenwriter Nat. "Me, neither," I replied. Indeed, something fishy was going on. All I could understand was "Malibu," "Zuma" and "Fishtail."