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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. ♪

Hey!

Did it curve?

Yeah, it sure did.

That's my fast ball.

I'm some pitcher--

my fast ball curves, and my curve ball's fast.

You just need practice.

Let's go to the park.

I told the guys I'd meet them over there.

Don't bother, Greg.

There's not going to be

any more baseball in the park.

Or volleyball... or anything.

What are you talking about?

We can't use Woodland Park anymore.

You're kidding.

They're going to put up some dumb building.

Where will we play?

Search me. But what can we do about it?

I know one thing I can do--

have a man-to-man talk

with Mr. Duncan, the park director.

Let's make that a girl-to-man talk, too.

Hi, kids.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Mom.

You look as if they'd declared recess illegal.

What's the matter?

We're in mourning.

For Woodland Park.

Yeah, they're closing it down.

Closing Woodland Park? What for?

So they can build a dumb old building on it.

The city owns that park.

Who'd put a building on city property?

The city.

Who told you that?

Mr. Duncan, the park director.

After all the trouble we've gone to

helping keep our park clean.

And hauling junk to the dump.

Isn't there something we can do, Mom?

What can we do?

We can do what it's every citizen's right to do.

We can protest, and I'll bring it up at my women's club.

That's a great idea.

Well, we can sure give it a try.

Oh Mike, They can't close the park

parks are becoming almost as extinct as buffalos.

You right, haven't seen many Buffalo in the neighborhood.

Oh Mike, be serious!

Listen honey, I'm with you all the way

I think that park is something they should fight for.

well I think city hall will listen to us.

after all, who was it that organzied Operation Clean Sweep?

for the city council

the women's club!

and who was it that got them to clean up the park

when the maintanence budget was cut

the women's club

and who was it that donated their time to haul trash to the city dump?

the women's club

no! you!

well the womens club is going to show them you can fight city hall

this is one park that isn't going to be extinct.

that's the spirit, honey

Mike?

yea?

you really think a bunch of women can save the park?

honey, a stirred up bunch of women can save almost anything

except maybe money

Good night, Dad.

Oh, good night, fellas.

Listen, as long as you're awake, I want to remind you

your mom is going to need help tomorrow.

You and your sisters can do your share

to save Woodland Park, okay?

We will, Dad.

We'll do anything to save it.

Yeah, anything.

Then come straight home from school and deliver

your mom's petitions door to door.

Tomorrow?

Oh, I've got ball practice.

I'm supposed to be at Gordy's house.

My Cub pack's going to the zoo.

You want the park, but somebody else should do the work.

Is that it?

Listen, if that park is worth having,

it's worth fighting for.

If you're going to use it,

you have to help do the fighting.

Don't leave it to somebody else.

You're right, Dad.

We get the message.

We'll come straight home.

Yeah, who needs a zoo?

You seen one monkey, you've seen them all.

( imitating monkey )

Good night, boys.

Gloria, if you can't notify the members yourself,

get the vice-chairman to call.

And don't ask her to. Tell her to.

When did I get to be vice-chairman?

Thanks a lot for appointing me, Gloria.

No. No, I don't mind at all.

I've got the children helping me.

I was about to issue an all-points bulletin on you.

All points is right.

I must have walked a hundred miles

getting these petitions signed.

Is Mom home?

No, she's still

at the woman's club emergency meeting.

Alice, what's this?

Leftovers.

Leftover what?

Beats me. It's been left over so long, I forgot.

Hi.

Hi, Mom.

How'd your meeting go?

Grand, just grand.

The women voted unanimously to fight city hall.

Then why so gloomy?

Because they elected me head

of the "Save Woodland Park" committee.

You realize how much work that means?

If you didn't want the job,

you shouldn't have accepted the nomination.

No way. Why?

Well, because I got so carried away

by a speech that I made...

I volunteered.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Alice.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Phillips?

I certainly did, Mike.

You shoot darts?

Well, I'm no expert.

Great for creative thinking.

I get some of my best ideas shooting darts.

Try one.

I'm not very good at it.

Oh, go ahead. Try it anyway.

Ha!

Oh, it's just beginner's luck.

But I'm sure you didn't call me in here

to throw darts. What's up?

Mike, you've always gone all-out for this company.

I mean, Saturdays, weekends sometimes.

Well, when emergencies come up.

Well, never mind the modesty.

So I'm going to show my appreciation

on our new contract.

I'm going to put you in charge.

Thanks, Mr. Phillips.

What's the project?

Our firm finally broke the barrier with the city.

We landed our first municipal contract.

Oh, that's great.

Mm-hmm. We're going to design the new courthouse

in the Woodland Park area.

The Woodland Park area?

The Woodland Park?

How many Woodland Parks are there?

Mmm. Not enough.

Mike, you don't seem too happy about this.

"Happy" isn't the word, Mr. Phillips.

Speechless is what I am.

Mike, you're kidding.

Your firm is tearing down the park?

Well, Carol, it's not exactly my firm.

You work for it.

You're a park-wrecker.

We don't wreck. We design and build.

Yeah, concrete jungles.

I feel as badly about it as you do,

but I had nothing to do with it.

I'm an employee.

You can understand that, can't you?

Yeah, I guess so.

That's more like it.

I hope the kids understand that, too.

Benedict Arnold?

Who's he?

He was a traitor.

Dad's no traitor.

I still don't get it.

This is the last time I'm going to explain it.

Dad's an architect.

The city hired the company he works for

to build a new courthouse.

They're going to build it where the park is.

You got it?

Yeah. Got it.

I don't see why Dad can't tell his boss

to turn the job down.

Boy, you sure don't know anything

about big business.

Yeah, you don't know nothing.

I sure would like to know Dad's side of this.

Mom told Alice

that, if we don't fight city hall now,

we'll all be living in concrete jungles.

What does that mean?

No more parks.

No more green grass,

no more flowers and no more trees.

Where'll they put all the squirrels?

Now, let's get this straight

once and for all.

Mr. Phillips employs me, see.

He doesn't employ my family.

What you do as private citizens

is strictly your own business.

Then we can keep up the fight?

And go ahead and do our own thing?

Absolutely, and your father has to do his own thing.

MIKE: Yours is stopping that courthouse from getting built

in Woodland Park.

My own thing-- business as usual.

Well, my own thing is getting everybody to the dinner table.

We're having chicken, and its own thing is getting fricasseed.

( horn honking )

Well, Alice, how do I look?

Beautiful.

Just turn on your charm, Mrs. Brady.

You're going to take city hall

without firing a shot.

Oh, don't worry, Alice.

I'll really pour it on.

Good luck.

I'm afraid to ask what happened.

Well, Alice, they served us weak coffee

and stale doughnuts,

and then they threw us to the lions.

With a smile, of course.

Oh, of course.

You can't be a politician nowadays

without a Permapress smile.

What now?

Well, the handwriting's on the wall, Alice.

When everything's against you,

and all hope is gone,

there's only one thing left to do.

What?

Really get in there and fight!

Can you use some more sandwiches, Mrs. Brady?

Oh, thanks, Alice.

Hey, girls, just dig in, okay?

( phone ringing )

Save Woodland Park. It's for the birds.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Burns. Okay.

Right away. Mm-hmm.

Uh, Peter! Peter, precinct three

needs more petitions and more handbills, okay?

Okay. Mom, I thought of a new slogan.

"Mother Nature's alive and living in Woodland Park."

Peter, that's great.

Look, Mom, Mr. Clifton agreed to run off

as many of these bumper stickers as we need, free.

Hey, we'll put them on every bumper in this town.

Including the mayor's.

Hey, Mom, we made a new sign.

How do you like it?

Oh, I think it's beautiful.

S.O.P.? What's that mean?

Save our Park-- S.O.P.

Sure, silly.

( telephone ringing )

Save Woodland Park.

Hey, Rhonda, that's great.

You bet. We'll be there in full strength.

Hey, girls, we got our first press conference set,

and guess what. It's going to be held

smack dab on the front steps of city hall.

( kids cheering )

Mike.

Yes, Mr. Phillips?

I just came from city hall.

It's virtually under siege.

Sie... uh, siege?

There's a whole mass of people

milling around, holding a press conference,

and they're saying some pretty nasty things

about leveling parks and building courthouses.

Mr. Phillips, that's democracy at work.

It's free speech.

Seven of them are named Brady.

Well, look, Mr. Phillips.

Woodland Park is right near our home.

Mike, your family is jeopardizing

our contract with the city,

and that contract is awfully important to this firm.

Woodland Park is very important to my family.

Mike, let me put it this way.

What's important to you?

Your job, for instance?

I mean, how am I going to explain your position

to my board of directors?

Meaning what, Mr. Phillips?

Meaning, do something about your family!

Please!

CAROL: Oh, hi, honey.

Hello, sweetheart.

What's wrong?

( groaning )

I don't like ultimatums,

no matter how nicely they're put.

Ultimatums? What about?

CINDY: We had a press conference!

Yeah, I know.

Dad, how do you like my sign?

Just fine, Peter.

What's wrong with Dad?

Is he sick?

Well, your father's got something on his mind, and...

Alice has got dinner on the stove,

so let's wash up.

anything I can do, Alice?

not a thing Mrs. Brady

mmmm, that should help.

help what?

Mr. Brady's disposition

he's pretty upset about something at the office

well a nice dinner will help with his troubles

your troubles and heatburn that is

( phone rings )

I'll get it, Alice.

Hello.

Hello, Mrs. Brady? This is Harry Phillips.

Hello. I'll get Mike for you.

No, wait a minute. It's you I want to talk to.

( chuckling ): I guess Mike's told you all about it.

All about it?

I want to give you my side of it.

I regret the stand I had to take with Mike, but...

( sighing ): I have a business to run.

Well, Mr. Phillips...

I know you'll do the right thing, Mrs. Brady,

so you just stop bothering city hall with your women's club,

and we'll forget what I said about Mike's job.

Oh, I see.

Well, thank you for calling, Mr. Phillips.

So that's what's bothering Mike: Woodland Park or his job.

How goes it, honey?

Oh, just fine, sweetheart.

Mike, I've been thinking--

( sighing )

It seems so futile to fight city hall

and, well, I think I'm going to give it up.

Give it up?

Hey, that doesn't sound like the Joan of Arc

of Woodland Park I know.

Why the sudden switch?

Well, it's just such a big deal, you know?

They're a bunch of tough, battle-scarred politicians,

and we're just a bunch of naive rookies.

( chuckling )

Yeah, well, I'll take a beautiful blond rookie

over a tough old politician any day.

Dad?

give me a second, son

Dad...

What is it, son?

Well, us kids have been thinking,

and we decided that Woodland Park

just isn't worth fighting for.

What?

We can find another place to play.

Besides, it's too much work keeping the park clean.

Okay, you two, what gives?

Gives?

Yeah. It doesn't take a Jack Frost

to recognize a snow job.

Come on, come on, come on.

Well, I overheard Mom talking to your boss.

Mr. Phillips called.

He called you?

Well, he wanted to explain things.

Now, wait a minute, wait a minute. Well, you know,

I know, from his point of view.

but let's remember my point of view.

Now, look, we made a deal.

You do your thing, I do mine.

Nothing's changed.

Woodland Park was worth fighting for--

it's worth fighting for now!

You want to fight city hall

or do you want to fight me?

City hall! And we better hit the pavement

with those petitions again!

( door closes )

Mike...

Hmm?

What if you lose your job?

( chuckles )

Well, honey, the only thing we have to fear

is the unemployment office.

I love you. Mmm...

Marcia, you take that house over there.

We'll try here, okay?

Okay. Be right back.

Can we do this one ourselves, Alice?

Oh, okay. I'll wait right here.

( doorbell rings )

What do you want?

Will you please sign

a petition, mister?

To save Woodland Park.

Save it from what?

They want to put up a crummy old building.

And it's the only park left where us kids can play.

BOBBY: Mom says it

belongs to the people.

You radicals sure start young.

What's a radical?

I guess it's somebody who likes to play in parks.

He wouldn't sign, Alice.

Yeah, I heard.

Here. Let me have a try.

You two go and join Marcia, okay?

( doorbell rings )

Yeah?

Hi, there.

Is-is the lady of the house at home?

Well, there ain't no lady of the house.

You mean a big, strong, handsome man like you

isn't married?

Well, maybe it's that I just ain't met Mrs. Right yet.

( forced laugh )

Well, if you were married,

and if you had kids,

I can tell that you're the kind of sensitive,

intelligent guy that would want them

to have a safe place to play, right?

You sure got me pegged, sister.

Say, uh...

( clears throat )

I don't see no ring on that finger, either.

( sheepishly ): No...

they just call me "Alice Available."

( both laughing )

Would you sign a petition to...

to save a park for kids?

Why, sure...

what are ya doing tonight cutie?

I just thought I'd play it by ear

why don't we find a nice romatic spot....

like my place

get it?

do I ever

zip code

how about you get some juicy steaks

and a bottle of champagne?

couple of candles?

got the picture?

I got it!

my boyfriend and I

will be over to eat it

( whistles ): Hold it!

We'll be late, Alice!

We're on picket duty from 4:00 to 5:00 on city hall.

Well, your mother called from the combat zone.

There's been a change in strategy.

What kind of change? You're on park duty.

Your brothers and sisters are over there right now

cleaning it up.

What's the use of keeping it clean if we might lose it?

That's the wrong attitude. You got to stay confident.

And remember what John Paul Jones always said

when things looked bad?

What?

Well, I don't remember exactly,

but, uh, it worked every time.

I remember what he said: Hmm?

"I have not yet begun to fight!"

Right. That's it, and that's the spirit.

Okay, kids, let's go. Hup, two, three, four. Hup...

( groaning )

Oh, that's a couple of picket-weary dogs

you got there, Mrs. Brady.

Oh, Alice, I bet if I put them in water, they'd steam.

Are the kids over at the park?

Yeah. They're cleaning it up.

I hope we're doing the right thing, Alice.

I know what you mean, Mrs. Brady,

but that's the way Mr. Brady wants it.

Exactly the way.

Oh, hi, dear. Didn't hear you come in.

I'll see about dinner.

Well... how's my little wife, the picket?

Worried. How did it go today?

Oh, fine, just fine.

Well, didn't Mr. Phillips say anything?

No, not a word. Not a single word.

Wonderful!

He was out all day.

Oh, Mike...

Well, maybe he'll change his mind.

Why? He thinks he's right.

Well, I think he's wrong.

We cleaned up the park.

Dad, will you

drive us over to the dump

so we can unload the stuff we collected?

It's outside in bags.

Okay. Give me a minute to change me duds.

Daddy, can I go with you?

I love dumps.

They're nice and messy.

CAROL: Hi, kids, hi, honey.

Perfect timing.

Dinner's almost ready, so hurry up and wash up.

Hi, honey. Hi, dear.

Listen, I got more important things

to do right now than eat, okay?

What's up?

I think I got the answer to the Woodland Park problem.

Oh, honey, that's wonderful!

Yeah, yeah. I'll be in my den.

Well, what about dinner?

Keep it warm. I'll have it for breakfast.

The city dump property

is a perfect site for the courthouse, Mr. Phillips.

With this new freeway section open

it has easier access than Woodland Park

and better parking facilities.

And you say the costs are lower?

Oh, considerably.

Woodland Park has terrific drainage problems

and storm drains don't come cheap.

Oh, hardly.

Well, what do you think?

Mike, I think you've got a splendid idea here.

I'll submit it to city hall immediately.

Think they'll buy it? They'd be crazy not to.

It's a bargain.

And who doesn't look for a bargain...?

Except my wife.

No! That'd be no problem at all.

Oh, I'll get on it right away.

Great, Mr. Phillips.

Yeah. I'll see you in the morning.

They bought it-- the whole idea!

( kids screaming )

What happened?

Alice, we won!

We get to keep the park!

( whistling )

Listen, that's not all.

City hall wants me to design the new city courthouse.

Oh, Mike. That's great, Dad!

Hey, wait a minute.

Will Mr. Phillips go along with that?

I hope to tell you you can't fight city hall.

Oh, yes, you can, Dad, yes, you can!

Mike, that courthouse

is the most beautiful building I have ever seen.

Oh, you say that about all my buildings.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Greg, what's the matter?

Guess what. What?

They finally decided where to locate the new city dump.

Oh, yeah? Where?

In Woodland Park.

Woodland Park?! The new dump?

I just heard it on the news.

Oh, and I'll tell you something else, too.

What? What?

I'm putting you on.