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♪ Here's the story ♪

♪ Of a lovely lady ♪

♪ Who was bringing up ♪

♪ Three very lovely girls ♪

♪ All of them had hair of gold ♪

♪ Like their mother ♪

♪ The youngest one in curls ♪

♪ It's the story of a man named Brady ♪

♪ Who was busy with three boys of his own ♪

♪ They were four men living all together ♪

♪ Yet they were all alone ♪

♪ Till the one day when ♪

♪ The lady met this fellow ♪

♪ And they knew that it was much more than a hunch ♪

♪ That this group ♪

♪ Must somehow form a family ♪

♪ That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch ♪

♪ The Brady Bunch ♪

♪ The Brady Bunch ♪

♪ That's the way we became the Brady Bunch. ♪

It's part of growing up for a girl.

Jan and Cindy in on this, too?

Well, it wouldn't be fair to leave them out.

Any word?

Not yet.

Let's go ahead with it.

If Rome can outlast an invasion by the barbarians,

what can a few little girls do to the Brady house?

( sighs )

Well, Mom?

Yes, Marcia, you can have your slumber party.

( exclaiming )

Hey, Alice, did you hear?

We're going to have a slumber party.

Said we're going to have a slumber party.

I heard.

What's the matter?

I just thought I'd start

doing something useful for the party,

like nailing down the furniture.

Alice, it's just a few little girls.

It can't be that bad.

Mr. Brady, have you ever been to a slumber party?

No, can't say that I have.

Well, I have, and one thing is certain.

Mm, what's that?

Nobody, nobody slumbers.

( chuckles )

We're going to be invaded by girls.

Will there be a lot of them?

Won't matter how many.

It will seem like a million.

They won't do anything but giggle all night long

You know I bet you Marcia

invites that Paula Tardy

Boy is she hung up on you

That's a discussing thought

I'll probably have to hide all night!

Maybe I'll have to hide too

sombody might be hung up on me.

Hey fellas!

Comn' I can use a little help!

What's up dad?

I'm going to get the sleeping bags out of the storage room

and air them out!

Are we going camping?

Like on Saturday night?

While all the girls are here?

Well sorry fellas no such luck

Why the sleeping bags?

Well for the slumber party

We can't put all the girls

up there in the girls room

They'd be packed in like sourdeans

Are they going to sleep in the backyard?

No they are going to sleep in the leaving room

In the sleeping bags!

In our sleeping bags!

They will get them all perfumed!

We will all stink!

Now that will be enough of that

Comn' help me!

Let's have hot dogs. Good idea.

Why not hamburgers?

No, hot dogs are easier.

Hot dogs.

How about jelly beans?

...and one bag jellybeans.

With mustard and relish!

I'll have some pickles too.

First...round...pick

And jelly beans!

Thanks, Alice.

And one bag of jelly beans!

Thanks Alice!

Listen, you kids better get your books.

You're going to be late for school.

Okay. CINDY: Bye, Mommy.

Bye. Bye.

Mom, remember what you and Dad promised.

I remember.

What did Dad promise?

Oh, well, it was kind of

what I promised for both of us.

Oh, yeah.

That, uh, we'd leave the girls alone.

We wouldn't hang around the party.

Well, what shall we do?

Spend a quiet evening in the garage.

Oh, Mike.

Could patch a few old tires.

Oh, no, I have a much better idea for us.

Uh-oh. What?

Would you like a little hint?

Uh-huh.

Well, uh, dinner for two...

candlelight...

soft music...

dancing.

You're a great hinter, you know that?

Mm-hmm. That sounds good.

That is, unless Alice doesn't mind

holding down the fort while we're gone?

Oh, I don't mind holding down the fort.

Just bear in mind

that those were the last words of General Custer.

Now, let's see.

I've already invited Jenny Wilton, my best friend,

and Paula Tardy from my English class.

Now, who else?

What do you do at a slumber party?

Well, you play games, and you talk about boys.

And you talk about boys, and you play games.

What are the games about?

Boys.

Boys?! Who likes boys?

Hey, I got it!

Oh, boy, have I got an idea!

Are we gonna have fun at that slumber party.

You've got to be kidding.

I'm not going around any of those girls.

Now, listen to me, you guys.

Now, listen.

We're going to pull tricks on them. Get it?

Tricks?

Yeah, you know, scare them. Jokes.

Yeah! Yeah!

Now, we ought to be able to think of some really great stuff.

Like rubber spiders?

That's a good start.

A scary mask, spooky noisemakers.

And one of those plastic skeletons!

Yeah, yeah, that's good!

Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I got it, oh, boy, is this beautiful?!

What?! What?!

Itching powder in the sleeping bags.

Yeah! Yeah!

Well, I know the boys aired these out, Mike,

but they still seem a little dusty to me.

Yeah, well, I got them to do it this morning.

I guess they didn't have

too much enthusiasm for the job.

Well, maybe we ought to hang them up and beat them.

The sleeping bags or the boys?

Oh, Mike... well, look, I think I better go

check the food for the party.

Hey, is all that just for the girls?

Whew, I thought we were starting a supply depot

for the eighth army.

GREG: Hi, Mom and Dad.

Say, listen, Gregory,

your mother's not too happy

with the job you guys did on the sleeping bags.

Yeah, I think they need just a little more freshening up.

It's not going to take too much time. All...

Sure, we'd be glad to.

Huh?

We'll do anything Mom wants us to do.

You will?

Thank you, Greg.

No trouble.

I'll go get the guys.

I thought you said

they weren't too enthusiastic.

That's funny. That's what I thought I said, too.

Mrs. Denton found this

when she was tidying up the desks in her room.

Please take a look at it.

MARCIA: "Mrs. Denton or a hippopotamus?"

Is that your handwriting and your class?

Yes, sir.

And did you draw that picture?

Yes, sir, but that's not Mrs. Denton.

It's George Washington.

George Washington?

There's a picture of him on the wall

and I was copying it.

And what about Mrs. Denton's name and that remark?

I didn't write her name, or that remark.

Marcia, I think you'd better explain.

But I can't.

I mean... well...

I finished my classwork a little early

and I was doodling

and my name happened to be on the paper.

I doodled George Washington.

I didn't doodle Mrs. Denton.

It doesn't look much like George Washington.

I guess I'm not a very good artist.

You expect me to believe

this is your paper, your name, and your drawing

but you didn't write her name, or that remark?

That's right, Mr. Randolph.

Marcia, I'd like to believe you.

You've always been a good student,

but what you're saying doesn't sound logical.

But I didn't do it.

This sort of thing has happened before-- too often.

Not just you, but the other students.

But Mr. Randolph...

I'm afraid you're going to have to be the example.

You'll have to stay after school one hour every day for a week.

That's all, Marcia.

Except, because you'll be staying after school,

I'll have to notify your parents.

CAROL: As much as we hate to do it, Marcia,

I'm afraid you can't have your slumber party.

My party?

MIKE: Honey, that drawing might have seemed funny at the time,

but you just must have respect for your teachers.

But I didn't do it.

I didn't write Mrs. Denton's name on it

or that stupid remark.

Your principal said you did, honey,

and he's a very responsible man.

Well, he wouldn't punish you for nothing.

You mean, you'd rather believe him than me.

Marcia, from what you said,

that paper was in your desk and your name was on it.

Now, what else could Mr. Randolph think?

You don't believe me, either.

And if you don't, I don't want a party

or anything ever from you!

It's not like her, honey.

I've never seen Marcia so adamant.

That's one thing about Marcia:

When she's wrong, she admits it.

And the slumber party isn't the big problem.

It's the fact that we don't believe her.

Mike, you think Mr. Randolph could be mistaken?

Well, there's one way to find out.

MIKE: Well, I can't vouch for the drawing,

or what's printed underneath,

but there's no doubt about the class and the name.

It's Marcia's handwriting, all right.

There is only one conclusion I could reach, Mr. Brady.

Oh, yes, of course.

It's, uh, just that Marcia was so upset,

I felt I had to speak to you.

I understand.

Marcia's always been an excellent student,

but, uh, well, we do have to preserve discipline.

Oh, yes, my wife and I certainly agree with you on that.

Well, thanks for your time, Mr. Randolph.

Not at all.

I only wish more parents

would take the time to get involved.

By the way, would you mind if I kept that?

Oh, of course not. Oh, thanks.

Mr. Randolph?

Does Mrs. Denvon really look like that?

Unfortunatly yes...

It could be George Washington.

Well of course it could.

You know, she admit she drew the picture

But anybody could have done the printing.

Mike, what do you think?

Honey I think an understandable

mistake has been made.

And we out to take Marcias word for it.

Well I think we should too.

Of course this is just our judgment.

There is no way to prove it to Mr. Randolph.

I know.

What about the slumber party?

As far as I'm concerned

The punishment at home is off!

Let's have the party!

Good!

I'll tell her.

And I'll tell general custer

to get our food and save her out of Mofpost.

Marcia?

Yes?

Your father and I have just had a little talk.

Now, we don't know exactly what happened at school,

but we think there's been a mistake.

We believe what you said about the picture.

Thanks, Mom.

Well, you'll still have to go along

with your punishment at school

but the slumber party is on again.

( girls exclaiming )

Thanks, Mom!

Oh, thank you!

Oh, great! Oh, great!

( cheering from girls' room )

I wonder what's up.

( knocking )

Hey, fellas, I just thought you'd like to know

the slumber party's on again.

It is? Really?

Hooray!

Well, I hardly expected that reaction.

Well, we're kind of looking forward to it.

Yeah.

Oh, you are?

Uh, they mean we're... we're looking forward

to the girls having a good time.

Oh, yeah, well, that's...

that's very nice of you, Greg, all you boys.

We'll be glad to do anything

to help the party along.

Yeah, anything.

( giggles )

What's so funny?

Nothing, nothing.

That dumb dodo laughs at anything.

Yeah, he's got a real weird sense of humor.

Okay.

Aren't you happy?

About the party? Yes...

and Mom and Dad believing me.

But I still have to stay after school

for something I didn't do.

I wonder who did.

I've been thinking about that.

I've got English the next-to- last period in the afternoon,

so I figure whoever used my desk for the last period

might be the one.

Hey, yeah.

That's the only one it could be.

Do you know who it is?

Jenny Wilton.

Jenny Wilton?

She's your best friend.

She was my best friend.

What are you going to do?

I'll show you.

Hello?

Hello, Jenny, this is Marcia.

I called about the slumber party

I'm having tomorrow night.

I can hardly wait.

Well, it's only for my friends.

Sure.

I'm your friend, Marcia.

Not anymore, you're not,

so consider yourself uninvited!

Marcia?!

Marcia!

( girls laughing and screeching )

( screaming )

ALICE: Now, you two just run along.

Have a good time at dinner.

Remember, you have left the cavalry in charge.

Well, hang on to your saddle, Alice.

Hey, where are the boys?

They're in their room studying.

Studying on Saturday night?

Maybe we ought to take their temperature.

Oh, come on, Mike.

Good luck, Alice.

I don't need luck, Mrs. Brady,

just a short course in riot control.

You two run along.

( all laughing and screeching )

You guys, you guys-- shh.

Hey guys lets play ha --

Yes!!

Move over!

Everybody ready?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ha -- ha

( chips crunch )

( all laugh )

Let's all play another game.

( all agreeing )

How about truth or dare?

Yeah, let's play that.

Okay, and I'll go first.

Paula, you're the one.

Who's the cutest boy you know?

Truth or dare?

( giggles )

Greg Brady.

( all laughing )

Now it's my turn to ask, and...

Ruthie, you're the one.

Truth or dare, have you ever been kissed by Hank Holman?

( all giggling )

Well, I'll take the dare.

All right, you...

Have to go upstairs and see what

Marcia's brothers are doing.

( all laughing )

Karen, will you come with me, please?

Not me.

I will.

( all laughing )

Shh.

( growls )

( girls screaming )

It looked like a monster.

I think it was Greg.

Hot dogs, anyone?

( girls yelling )

ALICE: There's one... there's one for everybody.

( screams )

A spider!

A big, hairy spider.

ALICE: Wait, wait, let me get in here, kids.

Let me in.

Oh...

( laughing )

Oh, looks like there's more than one tribe on the warpath.

My brothers.

Those dum-dums, all right.

Hey, I forgot the potato salad here.

( screams )

( beeping )

What happened?

Nothing. I just lost my head.

( chuckles )

Or found somebody's head.

Uh, I'll be right in.

( beeping )

Sorry about that, Alice.

( chuckles )

What's happening now?

They're getting ready

to turn off the lights and tell ghost stories.

Okay, this is it.

The real action now.

Yeah. Yeah.

The last call for hot dogs.

GIRLS: No, thanks.

Okay.

Now, if the werewolf howls

and if the vampire starts flapping his wings,

don't come running to me.

I'll be under the kitchen table.

Okay.

Okay, guys, now, listen.

Hey, any of you monsters want a hot dog?

Thanks, Alice.

Thanks, Alice.

Thanks, Alice.

Slowly, she started down the hall.

Spiderwebs everywhere.

Then she came to the door.

The door to the room where she had been forbidden to go.

Slowly, she opened the door.

( howls )

What was that?

( howling )

I'm so scared, I'm getting itchy all over.

I'm itchy, too.

So am I.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Oh, it's terrible.

( all muttering and clamoring )

I'll bet you it's my brothers again.

Yeah... Alice!

( screaming )

MARCIA: Alice!

JAN: Stop them. Stop them.

That's a crazy new dance you're doing.

Why don't you put on some music?

No, Alice, itching powder in the sleeping bags.

Oh, my.

Okay, look, we'll try and wash it off.

Everybody upstairs.

Come on, hurry up, in the shower.

Come on, kids.

GIRL: It's terrible!

ALICE: All right.

Boy, are my brothers going to regret this.

It itches, but it's kind of funny.

I like jokes.

What about the one we pulled on Mrs. Denton?

We?

Yeah, you drew the picture, and I wrote the funny line.

You know, about the hippo?

You did that?

Yeah. Didn't you think it was funny?

Funny? I got punished for that.

Punished?

You did?

Yeah.

I had to stay after school a whole week now.

I almost didn't have this party because of what you wrote.

Gee, Marcia, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for anybody to see that but you.

Well, they did, all right.

Mrs. Denton found it

and turned it in to the principal.

I didn't know that.

Would it help if I went to Mr. Randolph and explained?

That would be great.

Gee, Marcia, I just...

I just can't stand this itching anymore.

CAROL: Hi, honey.

Hey, where is everybody?

Upstairs, itching.

I mean, washing off the itching powder.

Mom, Dad, I've done something just awful.

What?

I blamed Jenny Wilton

for writing on my picture--

the one that got me in trouble.

I told her she wasn't my friend anymore

and I uninvited her to my party.

And Jenny didn't do it?

Mm-mm, it was Paula.

Only she didn't mean any harm.

She just meant for me to see it.

Well, dear, it seems to me that both you and Jenny

got a taste of the same medicine.

You were blamed for something

because somebody didn't have all the facts.

You turned around and did the same thing to Jenny.

I feel awful.

What can I do?

Well, look, dear, it's still early.

Why don't you call Jenny

and invite her over to the party?

I sure will.

I'll give her the biggest apology I know how.

( clamoring )

CAROL: Ooh, excuse me.

( doorbell rings )

CAROL: Oh, that must be Jenny.

That must be Jenny, honey.

Oh, I'll get it.

Okay, be right back.

Excuse me, girls. Pardon me.

( chips crunching )

( all laughing )

Well, Mike.

Here, have one. You, too.

( clanking )

What was that?

( all laughing )

Over the door.

( all laughing )

Oh, poor Mike.

Sorry about that, Dad.

( all laughing )

Hey, Alice, we got any cookies?

Hmm, I don't know, Mr. Brady.

They pretty well cleaned us out the other night.

( phone rings ) Yeah.

Oh, I'll get it, Alice.

Hello.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Randolph.

Mr. Randolph?

Well, I'm delighted.

Really?

Oh, thank you so much for calling.

Bye.

Marcia and Paula explained the whole thing

to Mr. Randolph and Mrs. Denton.

They're forgiven.

Oh, good. That's great.

Why, you're in luck, Mr. Brady.

I found a box of cookies.

Don't tell me something left after the shock troops.

Yeah, that's about all.

( screams )

( sighs )

Oh, sorry about that, Mr. Brady.

Party's over, but the melody lingers on.

Ooh. Get rid of it. A spider...