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Monday, Monday, happy days. Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days. Thursday, Friday,

happy days.

The weekend comes, my cycle hums, ready to race to you.

These days are ours.

Happy and happy.

These days are ours.

Share them with me.

Goodbye gray sky, hello blue. There's nothing can hold me when I hold you.

You're so right.

It can't be wrong.

Rockin' and rollin' all week long.

Sunday, Monday, happy days. Wednesday, Wednesday, happy days. Thursday, Friday,

happy days.

Saturday, what a day.

Provin' I'll be with you.

These days are ours.

These happy days are yours and mine.

Told you I would get this later.

Now, come on, help me get this food over to the Burkharts before the fumigators

get here.

Well, Howard, why are you labeling those steaks liver?

Well, you know Burkhart. All he has to do is read top sirloin on a package and

he'll suck it up, paper and all.

See, let me help you with that.

Right.

Oh, thank you, Arthur.

So you're really going through with this, huh, Mr. C?

Fonzie, I am not a bloodthirsty man, but these are termites. You gotta cast

their little brains out.

Yeah, I know, but I see them on those little commercials, you know, and

singing and they're dancing, they're full in love, and then whammo!

All of a sudden, we're talking six little skinny legs all up in the air.

Oh, Howard, we can't go through with this.

They're bugs, Marion. They eat their young.

Oh!

Cookies. Oh, don't eat that, Charlie. This is Arthur's food.

That's all right, Mr. T. We're family. We share.

Besides, Mr. Burkhardt can eat everything that isn't labeled poison

Oh, poison. Better, better.

Want one?

Thank you. Oh, these look homemade.

That is a lot.

These are horrible.

You got any more?

No.

All right, this is my final.

Hey, that's great. Thank you.

I ought to take this over to your house to protect it. You know what this is?

What?

This is the cookie jar I had when I was a little boy.

You know what's in here?

The last three cookies my mother made before she took off on me.

I know you might think I'm silly, but...

I think as long as I got him in here, there's a chance he might come back.

Fonzie,

Fonzie, I got a terrific idea. Why don't you let me take that down to the store

and I'll laminate that baby shut.

That way no one will ever be able to open it, huh?

That's very nice of you. Thank you. Be careful.

Fonzie, is this yours?

I don't know. Where'd you find that?

It was taped to the bottom of the cooking jar.

Oh, yeah? Let me see.

Did you read this? No. You're lying. No.

Did you read this? No.

My goodness.

What is it, fine?

Nothing.

Well, then, what are you keeping it for? I'm not keeping it. I'm going to throw

it away. Here it is. Look at this.

I'm throwing it in the garbage can right there. There you go. All right?

Nothing.

You know something, if he really wanted that garbage thrown out, he'd have had

me do it.

I think something on that note really upset him.

Does Fonzie know there's some clown playing an accordion in his office?

Josh, I hate to tell you this, but that is the Fonz.

Take that back, Tommy. No, really.

He's in there having an accordion lesson.

Chucks, there is something wrong with Fonzie. What are you talking about? He's

changed. He's different.

Hey, when he came in, he turned on the light.

Big deal. He turned on the lights. He used the switch.

He used the switch?

Really? He's coming.

He's in bad shape.

Oh, my gosh!

He put a dime in the jukebox!

Bobby, take it easy.

There's something really bizarre going on here, and I'm going to get to the

bottom of this.

Fonz?

Hello, Josh.

Where's your leather jacket? Stolen.

Leather thieves.

They clean me out.

Leather jacket, belts, pillowcases, everything.

Something's bothering you.

I think it has something to do with that note we found this morning on the

bottom of the cookie jar. Am I right?

Why don't you play a tune with my dime? I haven't used it yet. I gotta go home

and rehearse, okay? Great. Bye -bye.

Foxy, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I drew into the parking lot too fast and I

knocked over your motorcycle.

It was an accident. Don't hurt me. Don't kill me. Is that an accordion?

You know what? It's okay.

Because it was just a motor transportation. It was just a machine.

Worst comes to worst, I will take a bus.

I think I know what it is. What?

They came down last night while he was sleeping.

They stole his brain, and now they're pretending they're him.

Who?

Martians.

But they made a mistake.

See, they didn't realize that he was the boss.

They thought he was just like one of us.

See, they always make these little mistakes.

That's how we beat them.

Tommy, do me a favor. Take him home.

Yeah, good idea, Chacha. Hey, Bobby, come on, man. It's gonna be all right.

He may get fancy, but they'll never get my brain.

I can't believe some of this stuff people give away. Look at this. A

jacket just like Fonzie's.

This is Fonzie's.

Fonzie, would you come down here, please?

Do I have to?

Right this minute.

All right.

Oh, Howard, I love it when you're so forceful.

Mary and Chachi's here.

Well, Chachi, you're forceful, too.

Could we make this quick, please? I have tea steeping.

Fonzie, I'm going to deal with this as if you were my own son.

Oh, Howard, now you're not going to use the belt again.

One time, and you never let me forget, Mary.

Now,

look, Fonzie, we're worried about you.

We know that there's something in that note that's bothering you, and we want

know what it is, and we want to know right now.

All right.

Better hear from me than on the street.

Read all the gory details.

Well, come on, read it, read it.

It's in crayon.

I wrote it when I was a little kid.

Things I must do in the next 20 years to consider myself a man.

Maybe I should leave.

When I was a little boy, I went to see this movie about this Indian kid, see,

and he had a list of things he had to do.

Climb a tree, swim a river, ride a horse bareback without getting hurt.

So I wrote myself a list, too. You know, it's like the rights of manhood.

Build a dragster from scratch.

I did that.

Meet the Lone Ranger. I did that. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go out with the homecoming queen.

Every year since 53, he's the first to ride a motorcycle all the way to the top

of Suicide Hill.

Hey, why don't you do that, Fonz?

Fonz?

Talk to me, Fonz. All right, I didn't do it, okay?

All right, there you have it. There you go. Why don't you yell it out the

window? Hey, everybody.

Hey, if Fonz didn't do it, is that good? I'll tell you what you can do. Buy some

commercial time on television. Everybody knows what kind of loser I am. Is that

why you're so upset?

Is that why you threw your jacket into that goodwill box? Because you didn't

ride to the top of Suicide Hill on a bike?

But that's childish.

Are you mocking the rights of manhood?

Arthur, everybody makes lists and then doesn't do what's on them. It's just a

way of keeping track of all the things you don't get done.

You don't understand.

Look. Other people can do that. Other people can make promises and not keep

them. Not me. If I say I'm going to do something, I do it, you know? I mean,

that's what cuts me out from the rest of the herd.

Fonzie, it's climbing a hill on a motorcycle. It's not achieving world

Understand, it don't make no difference. It could be a motorcycle climbing up a

hill or juggling fruit.

If I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it. So do it. No.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean, no?

Come on, Fonzie, you're just bouncing yourself off the walls in here. You're

even going to try it now?

I tried it.

I failed.

Hey, I brought you something.

It's a book. Oh, yeah? What do you do? You're peddling me some psychology here?

I'm gonna learn about my id, my ego, right? My lumbago.

This happens to be perfect for your situation. Here.

The little engine that could...

I know what you're thinking. And you're still standing here?

This happens to be the book that got me through Little League.

Remember how short I was when I first started? Yeah.

How I used to bail out of the box on every inside pitch?

Well, who got me to read this book? I did. That's right. And what happened to

batting average? It's sore. I rest my case. Don't be fresh.

Read this.

For me.

All right.

And just promise me one thing, okay?

Don't just read the words.

I want you to listen to the message behind the words, okay?

Are you finished? Yes. For your sake, I hope so.

The Little Engine that Could by Waddy Piper, published by

Platt & Monk, 1930.

It gets better.

I hope so.

Now, don't get distracted by the illustrations, Fonz. As good as they may

Chug, chug, chug. Puff, puff, puff.

Ding dong, ding dong. The little train rumbled over the tracks.

Boy, this guy can write. It's all right.

Hold on a second, hold on a second. Let's skip to the good part.

Where? Come here.

Right here.

Here, read this.

I'm not very big, said the little blue engine.

I have never been over the mountain.

Mountain? I get it.

But we must get over the mountain before the children awake, sit all the dolls

and toys.

And the very little engine looked up and saw the tears in the doll's eyes.

And then she said, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.

Puff, puff, chug, chug, went the little blue engine.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I

think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. All

right. Chachi, give it to me. The accordion? No, my jacket.

Let's go.

All right.

Mike,

you remember it?

Uh, no, it's deeper.

Fonz, I think I can.

I think I can. I think I can.

Good, you do it. Fonz. Yeah, right.

Fonzie. Now, look, Barry and I know you can do it, but it is so high.

Yikes! Are you sure you really want to go through with this?

Hey, look, I really appreciate your concern for my physical self.

But as Winston Churchill said, I'm twice as good as anybody.

Yeah.

Come on, do okay stuff.

You alright?

I hit a rock.

Oh, yeah, well... I hit a rock.

Those rocks, they can be nuisance. Yeah.

You know, a mountain is no place to leave rocks lying around.

Bad rock.

This doesn't happen to you very often, Arthur.

Mr. C, I failed.

Not failing, that's just a part of trying.

If you're afraid to fail, you're afraid to try.

It's easy to love a success, but Howard and Chachi and I love you even when you

bite the big one.

That's what it means to be a family.

Fonz, why don't you come home and have dinner with us, huh?

Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a great idea.

I'll do that. I'll follow you. Why don't you go ahead, okay? And I'll be along

in a minute.

Okay, thanks a lot. I just like to be alone, okay?

Thanks a lot.

Want me to stick around?

No, why don't you just ride home with the Cs, okay? All right, fine. I can

I'd like to be here alone. I can stay, really.

Please go home with the Cs.

All right, whatever you want.

You're still the best, Fonz.

Yeah.

Look at that. Am I a lucky guy or what?

Mr. C loves me. Mr. C loves me.

Jot, she loves me.

Joanie, we're here. She loves me.

So how come I hate my guts?

You did it.

You did it, Fonz. You did it.

Oh, is this Steve?

You did it, Fonz. I can't believe it.

What are you doing down there?

I thought you left.

Get up here.

Come here.

If I live, I'm going to tell everybody.

I'm going to tell all the people down in Arnold's.

I'm going to tell everybody.

You don't have to tell anybody.

I don't want you to tell anybody.

What are you talking about, Fonzie?

You almost gave up your leather jacket because you couldn't climb this stupid

hill. That's right.

And now that I made it, I don't need to tell anybody.

It's just like Mr. C says.

My friends would love me if I climbed this hill or if I didn't.

All right.

I won't tell anybody. Thank you.

I'm still proud of you.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. C, I just came down for my combustibles.

Monty, I'm glad you're here.

I've got something for you.

You do this for me? I can't believe it. I mean, now my mother's cookies are,

like, protected for eternity.

Well, you see, it's a special process developed by space technology.

It practically renders the contents noiseless. You could take that baby to

moon.

I've got to tell you two something.

There are not too fine of people walking the face of this or any other earth.

I mean, when they made you, they ate the mold.

I guess they no longer tell him. Tell him the truth.

What's the truth?

Fonzie. Yeah?

There's nothing in that jar.

You see, the truth is... Marion and Chachi ate your mother's cookies.

Well, and me too.

You ate my cookies?

I tried to stop them, but in the struggle, one of the cookies fell in my

You ate all three cookies?

They must have been terrible.

I mean, they're 20 years old.

They were terrible then.

Ever forgive us?

Of course.

Of course I can. Thanks a lot for this, Mr. C. Listen, the most important thing

is...

I still got my lucky sandwich.

That's what he thinks.

These happy days are yours tonight. These happy days are...