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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. ♪

( kids yelling )

Oh, you did? Laid it right out to them?

Well, what did your folks say?

( louder yelling drowns out phone conversation )

Hey, you guys! Hey, you guys!

Cool it!

We're not guys. We're Indian braves!

Knock it off!

What do you think you're doing?

I'm doing an Indian. They needed another Indian.

Can't you see I'm on the phone?

Hey, you guys.

Listen to this great new group.

Jan, I'm on the phone!

Listen, Mick, I'll have to call you back.

Oh, kids.

( shuts off radio )

These vegetables really look fresh.

How about these eggs? Should I hard-boil them?

On second thought, maybe scrambled would be better.

I'm sorry, Alice.

It's all right.

Gooey, but all right.

Greg, do you have to come

booming through doors like that?

Those kids, they have no respect for a man's privacy.

What man?

Me. When you're in high school,

you're not a kid anymore. You're a man.

Oh?

And a man doesn't want

to be pestered by kids.

He wants privacy.

Mom, I think we have to make

some changes around here.

What changes?

Changes?

Hello. I'm home.

Hi, honey. How was your day?

( groans )

( chuckles )

Everything under control here?

I think you could answer

that better after you talk to the man.

Oh, yeah? What man is that?

The man waiting for you upstairs.

Upstairs?

Uh-huh.

What man?

Your son.

My son?

The man.

Greg?

Yea, dad?

What happend to you?

I was just shaving. I gotta a couple little nicks.

Your shaving?

Think you oughta practice without a blade first.

I wasn't practicing, I was shaving

It's starting to come in real heavy now. Feel it

Some of the toughest whiskers I ever felt

Which one?

There's more than one?

Dad, I hope you didn't mind me

borrowing your razor.

I'm sure you didn't hurt it any.

Listen, you want to talk to me?

Oh, yeah. It's like this, Dad.

Well, I'm in high school now, Dad.

Well, I'm with you so far, Greg.

High school is where the men are separated from the boys.

And you're with the men now?

Yeah, right, Dad. I am.

But not around here.

Around here, I'm still with the boys.

Peter and Bobby?

Yeah. And a man needs his privacy, Dad.

( kids yelling )

I never have a free minute.

Greg, can I use your flashlight

when we go camping Friday?

You used it last time

we went to Mount Claymore!

Can't you guys ever knock?

All right, you boys,

Greg and I are having a talk.

About the camp-out?

Who cares about a camp-out?

That's for kids.

You always go.

Not anymore.

I'm too old for those camp-outs, Dad.

Do I have to go?

No. We're not going to force you to go.

You boys go along.

We'll be through soon.

Since Greg isn't going,

I get the good flashlight.

That's not fair!

See what I mean, Dad? No privacy.

Well, Greg, we'll just have to see

if there isn't something

we can do about it.

Uh... I know what we could do, Dad.

You do? What?

I'd like my own room.

Your own room?

Dad, we're talking man-to-man now,

not kid-to-man man-to-man,

but man-to-man man-to-man.

Greg? Dad?

Marcia, I'm talking to Dad!

I just wanted to tell you

that dinner was ready. Gee!

I got to have some privacy.

I'll think about it,

but I'm not making any promises.

You understand?

Yeah, I understand, Dad.

And, man-to-man, thanks.

You're welcome.

Honey, Greg's always loved

these family camp-outs.

If he doesn't go,

he'll be home alone all weekend.

Oh, Carol, Greg's not a child anymore, you know.

He wants to start being on his own a little bit.

We got another problem anyway.

We have?

Yeah. He asked me for his own room.

Well... he has a point.

You know, he does need a little privacy, I guess.

Well, what did you say?

( sighs ) Well, told him

I wouldn't make him any promises,

but I'd think about it.

Well, I guess he is growing up.

Mm-hmm.

Mike, why couldn't we do something in the garage?

Aw, honey, you're talking about major construction.

I know. How about the attic?

That'd be great if Greg were

two-and-a-half feet tall.

Yeah.

Well, we'll think about it tomorrow.

Good night, honey.

Good night, dear.

Mike?

Mm-hmm?

How about your den?

Honey, my den's not a bedroom.

What's a bedroom?

It's a room with a bed.

Carol, my den's where I work.

We'll put him in the family room.

The family room!

But that's where I do my sewing.

And the girls practice their dancing in there.

Besides, where would all the kids play?

Honey, I don't know.

Well, never mind.

Don't you worry about it.

We'll... just have to...

figure something else out.

You keep your den.

Wait. Wait a minute.

You're making me the villain

in this thing.

Not at all, darling.

Yes, you are, Carol.

You're putting it right in my lap.

Oh, I am not.

You're not going to give me the guilts about this, now.

I need my den!

I'm not being unreasonable about this. I'm not.

Well, of course, you're not.

Good night, darling.

See you in the morning.

Well, I'm not.

Good night, darling.

You mean it, Dad? I can really have your den?

We'll move my things into the family room.

Man, does this have possibilities.

Possibilities? For what?

Changes, Dad. Changes.

What kind of changes?

You know, making it my own pad.

My own scene.

Your own scene?

Oh, I mean if that's okay with you.

Well, sure. It's going to be your room.

Listen, Greg, I don't want you to get silly about this.

No... nails... or paint on the walls, now. Understand?

This place is real funky.

"Funky." That's square?

No, no. That's together.

Terrific!

Oh. How about that?

My den is funky.

Alright, let's give this a try

Want to help me with this Marcia?

Alice

Just a second, Cindy

But, Alice

Honey, would you wait just a minute, please

Oh, this is going to be fine. All nice and warm

Now, what was it you wanted to say?

That's the sleeping bag the zipper always sticks on

Oh no

You're right, this is the one!

What are you doing?

She's stuck!

It's the zipper!

Let me try

Sometimes it takes a man

What are you doing with your father's den chair?

I'm storing it in the garage. Giving the den a whole new look

I got something else for sitting

I'd be careful. Anything happens to that chair you won't be doing much sitting

This zipper is really stuck

Maybe we can squirt her out like toothpaste

Marcia, grab an end

Ready? Here we go!

I told you it took a man!

Oh thanks! for a second there I though I had a permanent coat

Today's the day, huh?

You're really movin'

That's right

You don't like us anymore?

Sure I like ya. You're my kid brothers

But I'm in high school now. You know what I mean?

Yea, you don't like us anymore

That has nothing to do with it. Men need their privacy, thats all.

Hey he's a big shot now

We're lucky he even talks to us

How about you two

grabbing one of the ends?

I don't think we can.

Why not?

We're just kids.

That mattress is too heavy

for a little shrimp like me.

I'm even shrimpier than he is.

Forget it.

Why did Greg leave his mattress here?

I didn't leave it.

It fell on me.

Would you mind moving it?

Or are you taking over the whole house?

Okay, okay.

When will your great inner sanctum be ready?

Tonight. Hey, why don't you pay me a visit?

Thrills.

I don't think we can.

Why not?

Well, if you had visitors,

it might disturb your privacy.

We'll pay a visit later--

after we get to high school.

Kids.

I can't wait to see what you've done.

Yeah. Me, too.

You'll love it.

It's the room I've always wanted.

( pop music playing loudly )

GREG: Here it is!

Well?

Well...

How do you like it?

Oh... it's...

Different.

I think that's the word for it-- different.

Won't you come in and sit down?

Oh... where?

Listen, maybe you ought to get

things unpacked first.

What things un...?

That's the furniture.

Oh, sure. Well, it certainly is...

what's that word... "flunky"?

"Flunky"?

Funky. Finky.

Flinky-flunky-finky...

It's, uh...

Well, just enjoy your room, Greg.

And your privacy.

Thanks, Mom, Dad.

We'll, uh...

we'll see you later.

It's hard to believe that was once my room.

It's amazing how quickly it went

from Danish modern to American disaster.

Well, it's what Mr. Greg Brady wanted, I guess.

I don't know.

First he outgrows his family,

then he wants his own room.

I can't imagine what he'll have on his mind next.

Ha! I know what he'll have on his mind next.

What?

Well, it's shaped like an hourglass,

but it's a heck of a lot softer.

Hi.

Hi.

Don't I know you?

I don't think so.

I don't know you.

Oh.

Um... would you mind standing someplace else?

You're putting a shadow on my book.

Oh, sure. Sorry.

Thank you.

Say, aren't you in one of my classes?

Which class?

History.

I've seen you around school.

Well, I'm a senior.

How about you?

Oh, um, this is my first year.

Would you excuse me?

I've really got to study this.

Oh, uh, sure. Go right ahead.

Thank you.

Hey!

What you reading?

Paul, you kook.

Wow! What a groovy outfit.

You dig it, huh?

Out of sight!

Why don't you come over

to the cafeteria, rap a little?

I'd love to.

Come on.

You want a loan?

Just a little one, Dad.

I'm using most of my own money.

For what?

Well, clothes.

Don't tell me you've outgrown

your things already.

Yes and no.

My stuff still fits me

but, like, now that I'm in high school,

like, it doesn't fit.

Like, you understand?

Greg, what is all this

"like" talk all of a sudden?

Oh, like, that's how guys talk in high school.

Don't they still teach English?

Sure. But, like, you see, these clothes are

too straight for high school.

Greg, look, you can't expect a handout

every time you want something.

Money doesn't grow on trees.

I know, Dad.

I'll work and pay it all back.

Mmm...

I promise.

It's just that, in high school,

clothes are, like, really important.

All right, all right.

But I expect to get this back.

You will, Dad.

All right.

Here.

I knew you'd understand.

Like, thanks.

Like, it's one of my most expensive failings.

Come on, you guys, hurry.

You're going to be late for school.

JAN: Greg was hogging the bathroom

all morning.

PETER: Hey, look at Greg.

KIDS: Oh, wow!

( expressing amazement )

MARCIA: Hey, wow!

BOBBY: Cool.

Why are you wearing sunglasses?

Not sunglasses. Shades.

It is quite an outfit.

We need the sunglasses.

( all chattering )

He looks like...like...

Would you believe sitting bull?

Kids. What do they know about life?

Morning, Carol. Morning, Mike.

Now, look, Greg.

Calling your parents by their first names

may be the fad these days,

but around here

we are still Mom and Dad to you.

I just figured you wouldn't want

someone as old as I am

calling you Mom and Dad.

That's very considerate of you.

We'll take a chance on the infirmity of the titles.

No big deal.

Greg, I...

Would you excuse me for a minute?

Now, remember, we are leaving

for Mount Claymore

this afternoon right after school.

And we'd love it,

if you don't have other plans,

if you come along.

I'll have plans.

The guys at school always get something heavy together.

I may even have a date with this chick.

Does this chick have a name?

I don't know her name, but we rapped at school.

Oh, wow! I got to split.

Like, uh... later.

Like, wow.

Wrapped?

I wonder if that's against the law?

Wrapping.

Hey, uh... what are you reading?

Oh, gee, I'm sorry.

Here. Uh... you can have my French book.

Yours is first year.

Mine is senior.

Oh. Well, I'll buy you a new one.

How much did this one cost?

Four dollars.

But you don't have to.

Oh, no. I want to, really.

Oh, uh... I don't have four dollars.

I got a quarter for some glue.

Just give me back my book, huh?

Gee, I'm sorry. I really am.

I believe you.

Can I ask you something?

Oh, sure, anything.

Well, you've been knocking yourself out

trying to get my attention.

Why?

Uh, well, I, uh, I thought

I'd ask you for a date.

Maybe a movie or something over the weekend?

( school bell ringing )

Oh, well... maybe next year.

You know, you're really going to be kind of cute

when you grow up.

See you.

When I grow up?

Hi. You guys all ready?

Just about.

Where's the fishing stuff?

I've already put it in the car.

Here. Let me help do that.

It's all right.

We don't want to bother

a big shot like you.

I was only trying to help.

BOBBY: Us little kids can handle it.

Hi, Freddy. It's Greg.

I'm just calling to see

what you guys got going for tonight.

Hey, yeah. That sounds really heavy.

Oh. Um...

No, no, sure, Freddy. I can see why you guys

couldn't dig a new guy along.

Yeah, well, um, maybe...

Yeah, maybe some other time.

Yeah. Yeah. Later.

( kids yelling )

Jan, remember not to stand up in the canoe.

And Marcia...

We can manage, Greg.

Even if we're not in high school.

Hey, come on, Bunch.

Get in the car.

Hey, Alice, come on.

Everybody's ready but us grown-ups.

I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

Dad, can I give you a hand?

No, thanks. I've got it.

Well, I guess that's everything.

There's plenty of food in the refrigerator,

so please remember to eat.

Don't worry, Mom.

You won't change your mind and come along?

No. I've got a lot of things planned.

I hope you have a good time.

You, too, Mom.

( squeals of laughter )

What's the matter, honey? You forget something?

No. Greg may need a couple extra dollars

for the weekend.

I'll be right back.

All right.

( tapping at door )

Greg...

listen, I want to see if you've got

enough money for the weekend.

Oh, yeah, I guess so.

I thought, with a chick and all...

Oh, that kind of fell through.

What about the fellas?

They've, uh...

got other plans, Dad.

Yeah?

Yeah.

That's too bad.

You know something funny, Dad?

When I was in junior high,

I felt like I was a pretty big man on campus.

You were, weren't you?

You were graduating.

You were class president.

Now that I'm in high school...

I'm nobody.

Oh, it's not that you're nobody.

It's just like starting all over again.

Sure, but you're going to start all over again

when you go to college, too.

And again and again.

Hey, that's part of life.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Mm-hmm.

Dad, I know I've been acting

like kind of a big shot around the house lately,

but is it all right if I go on the camp-out?

Sure it would be. Come on.

Gee, thanks, Dad.

I'll get my stuff.

I don't think you have to.

Your brothers have already done it for you.

They have?

They were hoping you'd change your mind.

We all were.

But we thought maybe you were getting

too big too soon.

I wasn't getting too big, Dad.

Just my head.

Mike, aren't you ever coming to bed?

Yeah. In a minute, honey.

You know, I think Greg is really glad

to be back in his old room again.

He sure seems to be.

Whatever you're doing,

can't it wait till the morning?

Well, this is kind of important.

What is it?

This thing with Greg started me thinking.

What about?

About Marcia and Peter

and Bobby and Jan and Cindy.

So look.

What is it?

Our house.

With eight bedrooms.

Kind of funky, huh?