Brennan walked through the family room on her way to put clean towels in the bathroom when she paused to stand behind the sofa. "Booth, what on Earth are you watching?"

"Oh, hey, Bones." Seeming somewhat embarrassed at being caught doing something silly, Booth muted the sound on the television as he grinned at his wife. "The nostalgia television station is having a beach party movie marathon…" Seeing the doubtful look on his wife's face, he continued. "You know, Frankie and Annette? The sixties? The teenagers go to the beach with all of their friends and have various madcap adventures? This one's called Beach Blanket Bingo…"

"There was a series of movies made about people going to the beach in the sixties? That doesn't sound very entertaining." Brennan sat down next to Booth and watched for a few minutes. "There doesn't seem to be much of a plot to this movie…"

"That's true." Booth shrugged in agreement as he took a drink of his beer. "All of these movies have the same basic plot revolving around two teenagers in love with each other and the whole boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl back through a set of crazy circumstances kind of thing. That doesn't mean they're not fun to watch. In the sixties, every girl wanted to be Annette Funicello and every boy wanted to be Frankie Avalon. These movies all had great music, too, and excellent scenery."

"I can see that." Brennan smirked at her husband as some women in bikinis walked across the television screen. "If these movies came out in the sixties, Booth, how do you know about them? You weren't born until the seventies…"

"When I was a kid, they used to show movie reruns on Saturday evenings and Sunday afternoons. If there wasn't a ball game on, Pops liked to have a movie on the TV, even if he wasn't watching it. Since we only had one TV, if I wanted to watch something, I had to watch whatever Pops chose. He thought these movies were funny."

Booth and Brennan watched Frankie and Annette for a few more minutes before Brennan spoke again. "The people in this movie remind me very much of the tribe I studied that lived in the area of the United States called the Jersey Shore. You remember, Booth? The Guidos? It seems that tribe must've used the subculture represented in this movie as a basis for their own tribal ethos."

"What? Tribal ethos? What are you talking about Bones?" Booth shook his head as he chuckled. "It's just two different groups of teenage kids having fun at the beach. I mean, I guess the groups are separated by about thirty-five or forty years, and practically the whole continent, since Frankie and Annette were on the West Coast, and Snooki lives on the East Coast, but things don't change that much from one generation to another. Kids still do the same things at the beach…"

"That's exactly my point, Booth. The two cultures in question are remarkably similar. That can't be a coincidence." Brennan's brow furrowed as she thought over the situation. "I think it's likely that the parents of the members of the Guido tribe probably watched these beach party movies and then passed the information to their children as a paean of what a perfect life should be. Living on the beach has always been valued in developed countries like ours, which is why beachfront property is usually quite expensive. It's really quite a fascinating study in cultural anthropology."

"Oookay." Booth scratched the back of his neck and took another drink of his beer. "I'm not sure how we went from beach party movies to anthropological studies, Bones. These movies were mostly designed to be just carefree fun for the viewer." He held up his hand to interrupt Brennan's explanation. "It's alright, Bones. You don't have to explain it to me again." Booth turned the sound up on the television. "This is one of the good parts. See, they're all dancing the Watusi on the beach blankets…"

Brennan turned to smile at her husband. "I never realized you were so interested in cultural anthropology, Booth. You know, it might be interesting to compare movies from the thirties and forties to the beach party movies to see what teenagers what doing then…"

Shrugging, Booth thought about that for a few minutes. "If I remember correctly, a lot of the movies about teenagers from the thirties showed them getting ready to put on a show in someone's barn….Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney were a song and dance duo who did a lot of those movies. I don't guess going to the beach was something a lot of people did in the movies at that time...at least I can't remember many movies about that."

"Perhaps some research is in order." Brennan pointed at the television. "Oh, look...they're surfing on this movie. It seems that the Guidos never really adopted that custom, probably because the geology of the Atlantic Ocean basin doesn't allow for the same types of large waves as the Pacific Ocean basin…"

"I'm sure you're right about that, Bones." Booth rolled his eyes as he adjusted the television's sound once again. "Or it could be that the Guidos have better things to do, like going to dance clubs…"

"Even though there is a slight variation in their tribal customs, they have enough things in common for me to consider them to be separate offshoots of the same root culture. This is very similar to the differences that developed between England and the United States at the time leading up to the Declaration of Independence…"

Sighing, Booth turned off the television. "You know what? I think that's enough about movies for now. I'm gonna go work on the Mustang…"

"Oh. Okay." Brennan watched him walk into the kitchen to put his bottle in the recycling before he went out to the garage. Smiling to herself, she picked up the remote and turned the movie back on, nodding in satisfaction. "No wonder Annette seems so interested in Frankie. He appears to have exceptional facial symmetry and he's well muscled…I definitely need to do more research on these movies..."