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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. ♪

Bobby's still following us.

Boy, he sure is stubborn.

He just won't give up.

Why don't you tell him he's too little

to join our tree house club?

Aw, he's not that little-- I mean, for a nine-year-old,

and we don't have to make him a regular member.

He's willing to be our mascot.

I don't know.

He'd pay dues.

Dues?

I guess we could use someone

to clean up the tree house...

And pay dues.

Hey, that's great, fellows.

( yelling ): Okay, Bobby, we just voted you in.

Wow, that's great!

Thanks, you guys!

Climb up into the tree house

so you can get sworn in.

Go ahead, Bobby.

Sure!

He can't even climb.

( both sighing )

Are you okay, Bobby?

Ow! My ankle!

Ow!

Does it still hurt?

No.

Gee, those guys in the tree house club

sure must think I'm a dumbhead.

Oh, not at all. This time next week

you'll be a member in good standing.

If you ask me, I think it's a miracle.

Yes, that he only sprained his ankle.

No, I meant it was a miracle

that you have a doctor that makes house calls.

He didn't even ask Bobby

to stick out his tongue and say, "Ah."

Well, that's just when you sprain a tonsil.

Come on, Florence Nightingale.

You can help me in the kitchen

making hospital corners on the napkins.

Hi.

I thought Bobby might want a glass of ice water.

Thanks, but I'm not thirsty.

Oh I can't imagine why,

Let's see we have a glass of milk from Marcia,

a glass of lemonade from Cindy,

and a glass of grape juice from Peter.

You know you must be a lot

bigger from the inside than you are from the outside.

Hi.

Hey Tarzan.

Hi dad.

How's your little ankle?

Okay, only it sure is borring staying in bed.

Well here is a little something to help you pass the time.

Gee, thanks, Dad!

Well it looks like we all had the same idea

these are from me, and the cookies are from Alice.

and they are for after dinner.

And that goes for you too.

Your mom is right, don't spoil your apetite.

Well with everybody waiting on him

I'm afraid more than his appetite is getting spoiled.

Thanks Tiger!

I rest my case.

Wooow the kitchen checks out a okay Mrs. Brady.

Dishes is all done, floor is all scrubbed

housekeeper is all pooped.

Alice the kitchen floor didn't need scrubbing.

I know but once I get turned on there is no turning me off.

Bobby and I set a new record.

9 straight games of Chinesse checkers.

The only trouble with Chinesse checkers Mr. Brady

is no matter how much you play

an hour later you just want to play again.

Mike were you able to get Bobby off to sleep?

Yeah!

You know if he's this restless and bored

after one night,

What's he going to be like in a few days?

Maybe we can move the television

set into his room?

Oh I've been thinking...

There is something he's been wanting for a long time

and it be perfect

not only would it keep him interested

but it would make a great companion for him at the same time.

A parakeet!

Gee, thanks, Dad!

Boy, a parakeet-- just for a sprained ankle.

Could I get an alligator if I broke my leg?

No, so don't try it.

Well, what are you going to name it, Bobby?

It all depends.

How do you tell

if it's a boy parakeet or a girl parakeet?

Well, you teach it to talk and then you ask it.

I'm just getting some crumbs to feed the parakeet with.

( chuckles )

The way everybody's stuffing him,

that little parakeet's gonna be an ostrich by next week.

Oh, thank you, Alice.

I see they're taking good care of the bird.

Oh, yeah. Everybody in the house

has just flipped over him...

her... it?

Come on, you can say it:

"Polly want a cracker."

Say it.

( parakeet chirps )

( Tiger barking )

Tiger, no! You're scaring it!

Tiger, pick on somebody your own size!

( Tiger barking )

( barking )

Mom, Dad, my parakeet's loose!

Tiger, stop scaring my parakeet!

Where did he go?

( chirping )

Parakeet at 9:00 high.

( barking )

Girls, shut the kitchen door.

Peter... Peter, get the window, quick!

( whistling )

( chirping )

Tiger, be quiet!

Tiger, come on, come on, come on, get out of here.

Girls!

What's all the noise?

Just take Tiger out of here.

Nobody ever tells us anything.

Okay, now, everybody quiet...

ALICE: Here, girl.

No, quiet, quiet,

till the bird settles down.

( chirping )

Here, birdie...

( whistles )

Birdie, here.

Here, boy...

Here, girl.

( slowly ): Nobody move.

( slowly ): Nobody move.

If we don't move, how are we going to catch it?

Just leave that to old "Bring 'em back alive" Brady.

Take it easy, fellow... or miss.

( softly ): Nobody's going to hurt you.

I'm just going to take you back to your cage.

Big hunter blew it.

Looks like you better take a lesson

from little hunter.

He flew right into my hands.

I guess that proves he likes me.

Hey, also proves your ankle is better.

You came down those stairs like gangbusters.

Hey, yeah...

Look!

Hey, that's great, Bobby.

You can come over to the tree house tomorrow

and get initiated into the club.

Hey, yeah!

Come on, we haven't got all afternoon.

Start climbing!

I'll hold it for you.

What are you waiting for?

Will you quit stalling?

Go on!

Come on, Bobby. You won't slip again.

I know.

It's just...

couldn't I take the oath down here?

Either you climb up, or you don't get in.

Rules are rules.

What's the matter, you chicken?

Heck no, it's just...

well, my ankle's starting to hurt again, that's all.

We'll have to do it some other time.

Hi, Pete.

Hi, Dad. The brakes sure work neat since you fixed them.

Mm-hmm. They're only supposed to stop the bicycle,

not wear out the tires.

Okay, I'll watch it.

How did it go at Bobby's initiation today?

Well... Bobby said he couldn't climb up to the tree house

because his ankle started hurting him again.

Still sore, huh?

That's what he says.

You sound like you don't believe him?

Well...

After the fall he took,

you can't blame him for chickening out.

Chickening out?

Well...

That's what the other guys think.

Mm-hmm... well, what do you think?

Is that fair, Pete?

After all, that's Bobby's ankle, you know.

If he says it hurts,

the least you can do is give him the benefit of the doubt.

Hmm.

Get.

Come on, you can say it:

"Hello, Bobby, hello, Bobby."

Boy, you're sure a dumb bird.

( bird chirping )

Okay, I take it back.

JAN: Hey, Bobby.

Bet I can swing higher than you can.

Bet you can't.

Bet I can.

Are you kidding? I could beat you easy.

Prove it.

Okay, you asked for it.

Well, come on, what you waiting for?

Well, it's no fun beating a girl.

And anyway, I got more important things to do.

Alice, you can put the hamburgers on

any time you're ready.

All right, Mrs. Brady.

Let's see, that's rare for you and Mr. Brady,

medium rare

for Jan and Peter,

well-done for Marcia.

It would be a lot simpler

if I just pound this whole thing together into a meat loaf.

BOBBY: Mom?

Are we having those buns

with seeds on them tonight?

Well, as a matter of fact, we are, Bobby-- why?

Well, can I scrape off some to feed to my bird?

Oh, that's some lucky bird.

We eat his leftovers.

All right, you can scrape the seeds off one bun.

Thanks.

Hey, your ankle seems to be well now.

Yeah.

Good, 'cause your father's going

to take us on a picnic this weekend.

That's great!

To Mount Claymore.

Mount Claymore?

You can go hiking and climbing.

Do I have to go?

But you always loved to go there.

Why, last year you were

the first one to climb to the top.

Yeah, I know,

but what's the use of climbing on a bunch of crummy rocks?

You just have to climb back down again.

( parakeet chirping )

Still a little sore.

Have you got a second, Dad?

Mm-hmm.

What's on your mind, son?

Is Bobby okay?

I mean, you think

maybe he hurt something besides his ankle?

What are you getting at, Greg?

Well, you know how he's always pestering me

to go coasting down Maple Street on our bikes?

Yeah?

Well, today I offered to let him come along

and he turned me down.

Well...

Did he give you any reason why?

Yeah, he said his ankle was sore

and he might not be able to put on the brakes.

Well, it sounds logical to me.

Yeah, except for one thing.

I offered to swap bikes, let him use mine...

and mine has hand brakes.

So, I figure maybe it's not his ankle.

Hmm!

Well, you got a point there.

ALICE ( yells): Soup's on, everybody!

Come and get it!

Let's go, gang!

Girls, Marcia, Peter, Bobby!

( sighs ): You see, Dad? Bobby's not limping a bit.

Mm-hmm, now I'm sure you got a point.

I'm afraid Bobby's got another kind of a sprain.

Are you sure that's the real reason

he didn't want to join the club?

Yeah, I'm sure. He won't climb up the tree.

So he won't climb up a tree, so what?

He's a boy, not a monkey.

It's all part of a picture, Alice.

He won't go on the swing.

He won't go hiking in the mountains.

He won't go down the hill on his bicycle.

He's afraid of falling and hurting himself.

And the longer he avoids it, the harder it'll be.

Exactly, so we have to try

and help Bobby.

Well, how, Dad?

Greg, you remember last season

when you got hit with a baseball in batting practice?

Yeah?

What happened?

It hurt.

I think your dad means

what did the coach make you do?

Get right back in the batter's box so I wouldn't lose my nerve.

Which is exactly what we have to do with Bobby--

get him up off the ground.

Hi Bobby

How's the weather down there?

Gee where did you get the stilts?

Made them.

Pretty good huh

I'll say, terrific!

You want to try them?

It's easy, you just climb up them and walk on them.

No thanks!

Awe common, give it a try

you can, once you get up here you can see Alyssa's yard.

What's so special about that?

I can see it from my bedroom window.

( hammering continues )

( bird chirps )

What are you doing, Dad?

Uh, hey, Bob, shutter's loose on the hinge.

I need a screwdriver. Would you bring it up to me, please?

It's in the tool drawer in the kitchen.

Will you bring it up?

Sure, Dad, right away.

( hinge cracks )

Hey, Bobby, hurry up!

I really need that screwdriver.

Bob?

Here you are, Dad.

Thanks a lot.

Oh, I'm great at this.

JAN: Oh, boy, these are really fun.

Oh, boy, this is fun.

CINDY: It's springy enough.

JAN: It looks brand-new.

If this trampoline doesn't work,

then I don't know what to try next.

It better work after all the trouble

we went through just to borrow it.

Well, who's going to be the first to try it?

I will!

Oh, boy. We've got one just like it in school.

They're a real blast.

Hey, go get 'em, Greg.

( all shout excitedly )

You're pretty good at that.

Now... Oh!

Hey, that's great!

Higher, higher, come on!

Be care... that's high enough, I think.

Mike...

Hey, that's good.

Yeah, isn't he good?

CINDY: Good one.

JAN: Yay, Peter!

Be careful.

Stay in the middle.

Let somebody else do it. Come on.

You're pretty good at that.

( chuckles )

How we doing?

Well, so far, so good.

At least he's interested enough to watch.

Yeah.

GREG: Stay in the middle.

Come on, Pete.

Come on, hurry!

JAN: Hey, that's good!

Okay.

Get off.

I'm next.

No, I am.

Oh, you can both be next

if you'll hold hands and be careful.

Okay.

JAN: Come on, Cindy.

Now, Jan, remember, you're bigger than Cindy.

Oh, oh!

CAROL: Jan...

you're bigger than Cindy.

Not so high.

( girls laugh )

That's it, good, girls.

Is he still watching?

Uh, yeah. He's up there with that parakeet.

If that bird talks him out of it,

I'll pluck him.

( excited talking continues )

Be careful, you two.

CAROL: Jan, remember, you're taller.

Why don't you give Cindy a chance now?

Okay, okay.

Whoa! I almost fell off.

Take it easy now.

Okay, honey.

Go.

Ah!

Now, careful.

Not too high.

GREG: Can you do any tricks?

CAROL: Can you do any tricks?

( laughs )

JAN: Yay!

Great.

Cindy, that was great.

Real good.

Be careful, be careful.

GREG: Why don't you give it a try?

Can we do it again?

Well, when everyone else has a turn.

Uh, Bobby?

You want to come down and give it a try?

( quietly ): I was sure he'd come down

when he saw that even Cindy wasn't afraid.

Maybe he'd change his mind

if the worst coward in town tried it.

Who's that?

Me.

Okay, push. Alice, be careful.

Whoops!

( all laugh )

Come on. Come on, Alice.

Okay, now.

Now, be careful.

I'm all right. I've done this a lot.

Where?

Uh, Y.W.C.A.

( girls laugh )

Alice!

( all laugh )

Come on, Alice!

That's great!

Yeah. Wow.

Whoa! Whoa!

Oh, keep it up, Alice.

Keep it up?!

I can't stop.

That's .54 on the Richter scale.

JAN: Alice!

MIKE: Whoa!

Oh, sorry about that, Mr. Brady.

Oh, that's all right, Alice.

Drop in any time.

Oh, you're in good shape.

( chuckles )

Uh-oh!

So much for "Operation Bounce Back."

Oh!

( Tiger barks )

BOBBY: Tiger, stop!

Now look what you've done!

( Tiger whimpers )

Mom! Dad!

Tiger chased my parakeet out the window!

We got to catch it!

Hey, what's the hurry?

Excuse us, Alice.

Pardon me, Alice, excuse me.

A trampoline isn't enough.

Now I got to be a juggler.

( whistling )

( parakeet chirps )

( chirping )

Tiger didn't mean to scare you.

It's all right.

I'm coming for you.

It's okay. You're safe now.

Take it easy, Bobby.

Careful, dear.

What's going on?

Hey, look at Bobby.

How about that!

How'd he get up there?

He climbed, actually.

He was too worried about his parakeet

to think about himself.

Boy, he's a hero.

Hear that, bird?

I'm a hero.

Hey, you want to try to become a member

of the tree house club tomorrow?

I'm not sure.

It's not much of a climb, you know.

It ought to be a lot higher.

( chuckling ): Oh, no!

Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!

Hi, honey.

MIKE: What are you doing here?

You should be in the tree house

with the rest of the fellows.

Uh, I quit.

You quit? Why?

All they do is sit around and talk

while I sweep and clean the place.

( chuckles )

After all, you are the mascot, you know.

I'm going to build my own tree house and have my own club.

Really? What are you going to you use for members?

Well, I already got two of 'em.

( whistles ): Come on, Tiger.

( parakeet chirping )