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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. ♪

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Greg!

Greg!

An accident like this

is the last thing the Bradys expect.

When Mike's company sends him to Hawaii

to check on the construction

of a building Mike has designed.

And his boss generously offers

to let him take the family along

so they can all have a vacation.

Then, while at the construction site,

Bobby finds a small idol

that was unearthed by one of the workmen.

Bobby is unaware that according to ancient island superstition,

the idol is taboo and brings bad luck to those who touch it.

From this moment on, strange things began to happen.

A heavy wall decoration just misses Bobby.

Alice hurts her back at a hula lesson

while wearing the idol.

Then, Greg wears the idol for good luck in a surfing contest

and has this terrible accident.

Now minutes later, the family frantically searches for Greg.

His surfboard has floated ashore,

but Greg is nowhere in sight.

There he is.

BOBBY: Greg, what happened?!

MARCIA: What happened? Are you all right?

Hey, I better go get the car.

Are you all right, son?

Wow, what happened?

Greg...

Can you understand what I'm saying?

Yeah, yeah, Dad.

Honey, do you hurt anywhere?

No. Yeah, yeah, everywhere.

Boy, that was some wipeout.

Hey, Bobby,

I'm afraid I lost your little tiki statue.

Well, it's a good thing you had it.

You could have been drowned.

Mike, you think he's all right?

I think to be on the safe side,

we better have the hotel doctor take a look at him.

Greg, can you get up?

Yeah, I can make it to the car okay.

Oh, Greg, Greg, sweetheart.

The car is this way.

Oh, yeah.

Just take it easy.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

I'm sure glad Greg didn't get hurt.

It would have ruined our picnic tomorrow.

That's sure looking on the bright side of things.

Jan, honey, would you please do me a favor

go and make sure we haven't left anything?

Okay.

Wow, there's so much stuff.

Get most of the sand off if you can, kids.

Oh, what luck.

I'm going to drop you off at work on our way, dear.

Well, that's the life--

man goes to work

and woman goes on a picnic.

Aw, don't worry.

Sunday, there'll be men's lib.

( knock at door )

Come in.

Mom, if you don't mind,

we guys would rather stay here

and knock around the beach for a while.

You don't want to go to the picnic?

On the beach with all those girls?

That's my kind of picnic.

You... The doctor was right.

Hit on the head didn't hurt him at all.

Yeah, he's back to normal.

Yeah, you know, come to think of it,

I'm with Greg-- that's my kind of picnic, too.

Oh, yeah?

You just stick to work, buster.

Would you put these in the car, please?

Yes, ma'am. I'll get the girls.

Come on, girls, hurry up.

( all talking at once )

( Alice whistles )

Hey, come on, let's go!

Time's a-wastin'.

Come on, kids.

Oh, my camera, darn it.

Jan!

I'm coming!

CAROL: Oh, boy, Alice, what a perfect day.

Oh, yeah, isn't it nice to look up there

and see all that blue stuff?

You mean, the sky?

Yeah, back home, all that blue stuff

is behind all that brown stuff.

CAROL: If we get a move on,

we'll be able to do some sightseeing

before we go back to the hotel.

That's a good idea, Mrs. Brady.

Hey, kids, hey!

( whistles )

Come on, kids!

We're going to do some sightseeing.

That's what they call Rabbit Island.

Has anybody got a tissue?

This lens is dirty.

Oh, I think I do.

Oh, never mind, Jan. Here's one, honey.

Oh.

Thanks, Mom.

Oh, look at that funny-looking bird.

What kind of a bird is it?

Well, it says here

it's called a red-footed booby.

A red-footed booby?

Yeah, he doesn't look

any too happy about it either.

I'm going to take a picture of it.

MARSHA: Oh, here.

I'll take one of you and the bird.

Over there.

Smile, both of you.

Good-bye, birds.

GIRLS: Bye-bye!

Hi.

Here, Bobby.

The tiki!

Where'd you find it?

On the beach yesterday.

I forgot to give it to you.

Thanks, Jan.

You're welcome. See you later. Bye.

I got my good luck piece back.

Good luck?

Where'd you get that?

I found it. Isn't it neat?

It's taboo.

Taboo?

It's supposed to make

all kinds of terrible things happen to you.

Like my wipeout yesterday.

Yeah.

It's just an old island superstition.

I don't believe in that taboo stuff.

Me neither. Me either.

Taboo?

Oh, man, this is really living.

Home from work in time to take a swim.

Uh, honey?

Yes.

Did you notice the nice shops

they have down in the lobby?

Oh, yes, hmm.

Honey?

Mm-hmm.

Did you notice any particular one?

You mean the one with the display case in the window

with all the jade and the coral in it?

That's the one!

No, I didn't notice that one.

Uh... Mike?

The next time you don't notice it,

don't notice the beautiful coral pin in the window.

Okay, I won't notice it.

Do you think what David said is true?

How can a dumb old piece of wood

give you bad luck?

Unless it hits you in the head.

Forget about it.

Dave said it was just an old superstition,

didn't he?

Well, anyway,

I don't think I want it anymore.

That's dumb.

You want it?

Sure, why not?

It'll make a great souvenir.

Okay, take it.

Bad luck, come and get me.

( moaning )

( moaning )

Aw, come on, Peter, knock it off.

G-G-Get it off me!

Please get it off me.

Get what off of you?

Get it off me!

Please get it off me!

P-p-please, get it off me!

Wow!

Is that thing ugly!

Yuck! GREG: Don't move!

I won't move... if he won't move.

Lie still...

Not on me!

I won't, I won't, I won't.

Try not to flinch.

Yuck!

( screaming in disgust )

It's okay, it's okay.

I think it's still alive!

I think it's still alive!

( boys shouting )

Boys, hold it down to a dull roar.

We just saw a monster!

He was sitting on top of me.

It's a spider right down here!

He's huge! Look at this!

Oh, my gosh! Is he dead?

MIKE: I don't know.

I think maybe he's only stunned.

BOBBY: Don't squish him!

He could have killed me!

Oh, Peter, there aren't any

really poisonous spiders in Hawaii.

He couldn't have killed you.

Yeah, he could-- he almost scared me to death.

Listen, I better take him outside.

Give me something to put him in.

That sack there.

BOBBY: Hurry!

I need something to scoop him up with.

Here, use this.

BOBBY: He's all hairy!

( all groaning in disgust )

Wow!

He's an ugly looking dude, isn't he?

Well, listen, I'd better take him out of here

before your mother sees him,

'cause she gets uptight when she sees a ladybug.

Go to sleep.

Good night.

Good night.

Did you see the size of that?!

Oh, hi, honey, what are you doing?

Oh, just... uh, nothing.

Uh, nothing?

Yeah, that's right, nothing.

Oh, you are sneaky.

Sneaky but sweet!

What do you mean?

Were you going to put that under my pillow?

Wha... Under your pillow?

That. It's the coral pin.

No, honey, it's not the coral pin.

It's not the jade bracelet.

No, no, it's not the jade bracelet.

It's the coral pin.

No, it isn't the coral pin.

It is the coral pin!

( groans )

It isn't the coral pin.

I told you.

Here. I don't want this thing anymore.

Me, neither. That's a bad luck charm.

Come on, you ding-a-lings.

That idol's got nothing to do with it.

Here, then you take it.

Ow!

See, I told you it was bad luck.

DAVE: See those deep creases

on the sides of the mountains?

GREG: Yeah?

Well, the old islanders say

they were made long ago

when the great war canoes of Kamehameha

were dragged up the mountains

from the beaches.

Sounds kind of wild.

Yeah, well, I told you before,

this whole island is full

of those foolish old stories and superstitions.

You mean like the idol we found?

Yeah.

Hey, you guys don't really believe that jazz, do you?

Now, look, Dave, a lot of goofy things

have been happening since we got this thing.

We'd like to find out a little more about it.

Well...

well, the only one I know who might be able

to tell you anything about it is old Mr. Hanalei.

Mr. Hanalei?

He believes in all that stuff.

Can you tell us where he lives?

We got to talk to him.

You know, I think you guys are wigged out,

but if that's what you want.

Okay, here's your hotel, right?

Yes, taboo very old, very evil.

Bad things come to those who touch.

Then we should throw it away?

No. Once you touch, taboo stay.

You mean, there's no way

to get rid of the bad luck?

Only one way--

if you have the courage to take it back.

Back? Back where?

To burial ground of ancient kings.

Long ago, before the great Kamehameha,

there was sacred burial place

for island kings.

To guard them, they make strong taboo.

This must be the taboo.

Yes. It was placed on burial place of first king.

How did it get out?

Taboo stolen by bad warrior.

Soon, he found dead.

Evil come to those who touch.

It will always come,

my children, until idol is put back.

Do you know where this burial ground is?

When I was a little boy,

my grandfather tell me the way.

He tell me, "Never go there."

I never go.

Could you tell us where?

We got to get rid of this thing.

Please, Mr. Hanalei.

I will tell you.

Honest, Dad.

It's a real terrible taboo.

Oh, honey, that's just a story

from a superstitious old gentleman.

Then how do you explain all the awful things

that have been happening to us since we found it?

Very simply: coincidence.

Greg gets wiped out by a wave,

Alice hurts her back,

a spider crawls across the room--

coincidence, that's all.

None of that happened

because of some ancient taboo.

Of course.

That little statue only has the power

that you imagine it to have.

Sure. Take it home

and show it to your friends.

They'll get a kick out of it.

Okay.

What are we going to do about it?

There's only one thing to do,

according to Mr. Hanalei:

take it back to the burial ground.

That sounds kind of spooky.

Besides, Mom and Dad would never let us go.

No.

Not if they knew about it.

A burial ground?

With dead kings? Yuck!

Shh, Cindy, not so loud.

We don't want Mom and Dad to hear what Greg's telling us.

I don't even want to hear what Greg's telling us.

Tomorrow, we're going to take a bus

to the other side of the island.

We want you to cover for us.

How?

If they ask, tell Mom and Dad

we went sightseeing and that's all you know, okay?

Okay.

Thanks.

Greg...

aren't you and the boys afraid

of going to a burial ground?

Yes... but we're even more afraid of not going.

Okay, from what Mr. Hanalei said,

we go that way.

The bus driver thought

we were crazy for getting out here.

Maybe the bus driver's right.

Come on, we'll stick together.

This has to be the way.

I bet Mom and Dad are worried about us.

Not as worried as I am.

Look, that burial ground has to be around here.

I followed Mr. Hanalei's directions to the letter.

Even if we find it,

how are we going to find our way out of here?

Yeah?

Well, let's leave a trail.

The popcorn. We'll leave a trail of popcorn.

Hey, I like my popcorn!

What do you like better--

your popcorn or your life?

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, honey.

Boy, that building

is really beginning to take shape.

Oh, good.

What's the matter?

Well, it's getting late,

and the boys aren't home from sightseeing yet.

Well, they said they'd be gone all day.

I guess so.

Well, you know how time flies when you're having fun.

This is it, you guys.

If this isn't the burial ground,

it's sure a great place for one.

Why don't we just put the idol down

and get out of here?

Mr. Hanalei said we had to put it

on the hidden burial place

of the first king.

Won't any old king do?

Hey, look!

A cave!

Mr. Hanalei didn't say anything

about a cave.

Maybe he didn't know about it.

Let's take a look.

It looks kind of scary.

Hey, there's a light.

Maybe it's a caretaker.

Yeah, maybe he'll take care of us.

Let's not go in there.

Come on, you guys,

maybe he can tell us about the first king.

I think this is part of the burial ground.

Well, it's not the tunnel of love.

Shh, you guys.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Why don't we just leave the idol here with a note?

Yeah, and we can put on it,

"Please return to first king."

There's got to be somebody here.

Let's take a look down one of those passages.

Stick close behind me.

If we were any closer, we'd be in front of you.