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[theme music plays]

♪ 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 ♪

[Peter] Mom, Dad! Mom, Dad!

-Oh! You all right? -You all right?

Fine. What's all the excitement?

Alice, the greatest thing in the world just happened to me.

Yeah? What?

First, have there been

-any phone calls for me? -Nope.

-You sure? -Positive.

Maybe it didn't happen.

-What didn't happen? -But maybe it will anyway.

Peter, what happened that didn't happen

that maybe will anyway?

Alice, I don't want to get your hopes up.

I promise. I just want to know what's going on.

-[phone rings] -Maybe that's it.

Hello. This is Peter.

Yes, Mr. Martinelli?

What? Oh, wow, that's great!

Sorry, Mr. Martinelli.

I hurt his ear.

Sorry I yelled, but I'm real happy, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir!

It did happen!

Mom, Dad, it happened!

[screams] What happened?

[Peter] Mom, Dad! Mom, Dad!

It happened, it happened!

Dad, it happened.

Well, that's great. What happened?

I got my first job.

-Terrific! -Well, that's wonderful.

-Thanks. -Who are you working for?

-Mr. Martinelli at the bike shop. -Yeah?

I'm gonna work for him on Saturdays and after school.

I'm going to fix bikes.

Well, put her there.

My son, the bike doctor.

Oh, we're proud of you, Peter.

From now on, I won't be a financial burden to you anymore.

Oh, well, that's a load off my wallet.

And I won't be needing an allowance anymore.

-No allowance? -Nope.

You're sure?

Well, maybe just one more for old times' sake.

-Yeah. -I got to go tell the guys.

Oh, listen, Peter.

Now that you're taking on a job,

-you're taking on responsibility, you know. -Sure, Dad.

Be prompt, hardworking and loyal.

Got it.

Peter, one more thing,

Don't be clumsy.

[Martinelli] Bye-bye.

Well, Peter, how's it coming, eh?

Fine, Mr. Martinelli, and don't you worry.

I'm going to be prompt, hardworking, loyal, neat

and I'm not going to watch the clock.

I'm sure, I'm sure, Peter.

Uh, Peter, Mr. Williams is in a hurry for this bike.

-Yes, sir, I know. Hey, listen to this. -Yeah.

[gear clicking smoothly]

Sounds perfect.

Only nine more gears to go.

Nine more?

But it... it's almost quitting time, Peter.

Oh. Thanks for reminding me.

I would have kept right on working.

[whistling a tune]

[continues to whistle]

Oh! Hi, Pete.

-Hey. -Hi.

How come all the bikes?

Well, all the guys at school just happened to hear

that you were working for Mr. Martinelli.

How did they happen to hear that?

-Well-- -Bobby called them up,

and he told them.

How come they didn't bring their bikes to the shop?

Well, that way Mr. Martinelli makes money.

This way, we do.

What do you mean, "we?"

Well, um, you...

and... and me and Cindy.

You do the work and we get the commission.

Forget it! I wouldn't do a thing like that to Mr. Martinelli.

You and your bright ideas.

Well, how am I supposed to know Peter wouldn't moonlight?

[sighs]

How... How's everything, Peter?

Coming along just fine, Mr. Martinelli.

Uh, Peter, you're working on the same bicycle

-you was working on yesterday. -Yes, sir.

Mr. Williams wants the bicycle.

I'm just tryin' to get it in tip-top condition,

so he'll be a real satisfied customer.

That's what we want, isn't it?

Well, both... We want both,

satisfied and customers, Peter.

Hmm.

Uh-uh! Caught you.

Well, have mercy, ma'am.

You know how I love olives.

I'm an olive freak.

[door opens]

-Hi. -Hi.

[Carol] Hi, Peter.

Well, how's the big businessman today?

Mr. Martinelli couldn't have been nicer.

No, I meant you.

Oh, I'm doing great.

You know, while I was working today,

I got to thinking about you two.

About us?

Yeah, I got to thinking that maybe you

and Mom ought to take up bike riding.

It's very healthy.

Oh, my gosh.

I haven't been on a bike in years.

Well, it's not too late.

I mean, you're not in bad condition

considering your age and everything.

-Thank you. -You too, Mom.

You could get yourself back in shape again.

I thought I was in shape.

[chuckles]

Are you trying to sell us a couple of bikes? Is that it?

Well, there's nothing wrong with a businessman

drumming up a little business, is there?

No, not at all. As a matter of fact,

I think it's a very good idea, Peter.

Great!

Mike, you know that isn't a bad idea at all.

-Huh? -It might tighten up all those olives.

Oh, honey, I get plenty of exercise.

-I play golf almost every weekend. -I don't.

-I also play tennis with the guys. -I don't.

-I also swim at the club. -I don't.

Well, maybe I'll buy you a bike.

[Martinelli] Well, how's it coming, Peter?

Just fine, Mr. Martinelli.

[chuckles] You're still working on Mr. Williams' bicycle.

I sure am.

You've been working on it for three days now.

I took the brakes apart today.

But Mr. Williams didn't ask to have the brakes fixed.

There's nothing wrong with them.

I found that out.

Three days.

How could you possibly work

on the same bicycle for three days?

I guess I got a lot of patience.

I wish I could say the same thing for Mr. Williams.

[phone ringing]

Peter, please finish it.

[voice quavering] I want good work, and I want it finished!

[phone continues ringing]

Martinelli's Bike Shop.

Oh, hello, Mr. Williams. I...

Nice day for a bike ride?

Well, yes and no.

I'm afraid, Mr. Williams, it's not ready yet.

Yes, I... I know I promised it to you by noon,

but I'm having trouble with the help

and I'm afraid I need a new boy.

Yes. Later today, definitely.

I'll finish it myself, Mr. Williams.

Good-bye.

Um, Peter, why don't you go to lunch now

and I'll finish the bike.

-Lunch already? -Yeah.

Time really goes fast

when you're doing something you like.

-Uh, Peter... -Yes, Mr. Martinelli?

Um, after work today, I would like to have

a little talk with you, all right?

Yes, sir.

You think I'm doing okay?

Well...

You think someday I can even become a bike salesman?

Well, to tell the truth, I think maybe

you'll be better selling bikes

than fixing them.

Really? Oh, thanks, Mr. Martinelli.

[whistling tune]

[Peter] Mom, Alice!

Hi, Peter, we were just fixing your lunch.

You know what happened? I got promoted!

Promoted? After just three days?

Look out, Howard Hughes.

Here comes Peter Brady.

Peter, are you sure?

Well, I'm not really positive

but I told you how pleased Mr. Martinelli is with my work.

Whenever he watches me, he has a surprised look on his face

like he can't believe it.

What did Mr. Martinelli say?

He told me I'd even be better as a bike salesman.

He wants to talk to me about it right after work today.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Fantastic. You think maybe that might call

for an extra slice of bologna?

Peter, you're a nice boy.

You're neat, you're prompt, you're considerate.

You never goof off, and you always look busy.

But you don't have the talent for this job.

I'm sorry, Peter, but I have customers who need their bikes

and I just can't keep them waiting.

I'll try harder, Mr. Martinelli.

You try hard enough,

but you're just not mechanically inclined.

You know what to do, but somehow it gets lost

between here and here.

Good luck, Peter.

I got fired.

Ah!

Wow, that looks great, Alice!

Oh, just call me the Picasso of the pastry tube.

Ooh, I wish I could learn to do that.

-All it takes is a little practice. -How'd you learn?

Well, I started with mud pies and worked my way up.

Boy, will Peter be surprised when he sees this.

Well, he deserves it.

There.

And after only three days on the job, to get a promotion...

If anything calls for a celebration, that does.

Mmm-hmm. [chuckles]

Hey, I heard you were promoted.

Uh-uh. Just the opposite.

Demoted?

Outmoded.

What?

I got fired.

Fired?

How come?

Mr. Martinelli says I'm not mechanically inclined.

I guess I'm too slow.

That's too bad, Pete.

I don't know what to do.

What did Mom and Dad say?

I haven't told them yet.

I didn't want to spoil anybody's dinner...

especially mine.

Well, tell them right after dinner.

Yeah, I guess so.

I sure wasn't a business tycoon for very long.

[indistinct conversations]

[conversations continue]

[Mike] Oh, well... anyway...

Mom, Dad, can I talk to you about something?

-Sure. -I have a feeling

it's gonna be about bicycles.

Well, sort of.

-Yes? -Uh...

-[Alice] Surprise! -[all] Surprise!

[speaking excitedly]

[Mike] Oh, look at that.

What's the cake for?

To celebrate your promotion.

[Cindy] Yeah.

Aren't you surprised?

[flatly] Boy, am I ever.

All the girls helped me make it.

Look at that.

[Carol] Oh! Isn't it beautiful?

[Mike] Bet it tastes even better.

-Speech! -Speech!

I... I don't know what to say.

I mean, so much has happened to me today.

I... I guess I should say something,

but I can't... not right now.

-Give him a sparkler. -[Bobby] Here.

Here, Peter. A large one.

I want to have a big piece!

[Alice] All right. I...

[all talking excitedly]

[whispering] Greg?

Yeah?

I know I should tell Mom and Dad

but I'd hate to wake 'em up.

I don't think they're asleep yet.

Well, if I wait any longer, they might be.

You should have told them after dinner.

How could I, with the cake and the speech?

Greg, I really need some advice.

[sighs]

Ask Mr. Martinelli for one more chance.

Then, if he takes you back, you won't have to say

anything to anybody.

Yeah... yeah.

I knew you'd help me. Thanks, Greg.

Yeah. One more chance.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Peter...

Like I said before, Peter,

you're a nice boy, a very nice boy.

and I'm sorry, really sorry,

but I have to get a new boy.

I just thought I'd ask, but maybe we--

Nothing personal.

It's just simply that, uh,

you're not mechanically inclined.

Well, maybe I can learn to be mechanically inclined.

Peter, Peter...

Some people make picture frames

and some other people paint the pictures.

Who knows? Maybe you're an artist.

Good-bye.

Thanks, Mr. Martinelli.

What's the matter, Peter?

My sisters are coming to see me.

They don't know I've been fired.

-You didn't tell your family? -Not yet.

Please, Mr. Martinelli, don't say anything.

-But... uh... -Thanks, Mr. Martinelli.

I'll tell them later.

[door shuts]

Well, can I help you, young ladies?

Well, uh, we'd rather wait

and let the other salesman help us.

Other salesman?

We're Peter Brady's sisters.

Are you the nice man who promoted him?

Promoted him?

Made him a salesman.

Oh. Oh, I see.

We wanted Peter to wait on us.

I need a horn for my bike.

[horn tooting loudly]

Why don't you let me help you with the horns?

We got loud horns, soft horns...

Now, remember, Peter gets the credit for this sale.

Yes, ma'am.

[horn tooting loudly]

That's it. That's all I have to feed you guys.

[sighs] Mr. Martinelli should be closing up shop about now.

So I guess I'd better be going home...

[sighs] from my job.

-Hey, congratulations, Peter. -[Peter] Huh?

The girls told me you're a salesman now.

Doing great, huh?

Yep. Got them eating right out of my hands.

How did you get Mr. Martinelli to take you back?

I didn't.

You're kidding.

Yeah, I'm kidding everybody.

I asked Mr. Martinelli to cover for me

so I could break the news myself.

Well, where were you all afternoon?

In the park.

Doing what?

Feeding the pigeons, and thinking.

[sighs] Pete, you're going to have to tell the folks.

I know.

That's what I was thinking about.

It's nice having someone you can tell your troubles to.

I wish I could tell my mom and dad,

but I can't.

I'm a failure at fourteen.

But who am I to tell 'em a thing like that about their own son.

Mom, Dad?

I didn't mean to interrupt.

I was just looking for my books.

There they are.

Sorry to bother you.

Uh... Peter, your father and I have been thinking

about what you said.

-Oh, what did I say? -About bike riding.

Oh.

We've decided we'd like to get bicycles.

And we're gonna buy 'em from Mr. Martinelli's star salesman.

I... I wouldn't do that.

-Why? -Well, all that exertion

on a man as old as you are could be bad.

Just the other day, you said it wasn't too late.

Well, that was the other day.

And, besides, some people get excited

and go out and buy bikes

and they never even use them.

-Well, we'd use them. -Sure, we would.

Well, I'd give it some more consideration,

uh, like maybe a week, or two, or even a month.

I mean, what's the hurry?

Excuse me.

Well, that's a switch.

I've heard of low-pressure salesmen,

but never no-pressure salesmen.

Wonder why the big change.

Listen, maybe Mr. Martinelli could give us a clue.

Well, I would sure love to know what let the air

out of Peter's tires.

You guys just don't know how lucky you are to be pigeons.

Nobody can fire you,

and you get free food.

But I can't keep this up forever.

Sooner or later, I'll have to tell my mom and dad.

No wonder you guys like me so much,

you're pigeons... and I'm chicken.

[bicycle bell rings]

Oh, my gosh!

-[Greg chuckles] -Ah! [chuckles]

-Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. -[Carol] Hi.

Oh, that's pretty good for an old man, huh?

Hey, you got some room on that bench

for a woman of my age?

Yeah, sure.

I... I was just feeding the pigeons.

Peter, Mr. Martinelli told us what happened.

Yeah, and Greg filled us in on the rest.

Oh. I... I wanted to tell you, but I was too ashamed.

Peter, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Of course not. There's no shame in being fired.

I've lost jobs.

-You have? -Why, practically everybody has

at one time or another.

But this is my first job, and I bombed out...

only after three days.

Peter, Mr. Martinelli said you really tried.

It's just that he didn't think you were cut out

for this particular job.

He thinks you're a very bright young man.

Is that what he said? Honest?

Honest.

Peter, you should have told us, you know.

Hiding out in the park hasn't helped anyone.

Hah! Except maybe the pigeons.

Yeah, they kind of liked it.

Oh, by the way,

this is for you from Mr. Martinelli.

What for?

That's your commission for those two bikes

you talked us into buying.

But I tried to talk you out of buying them.

You can't help it if we're stubborn.

You know something? I feel a lot better right now.

Good. So do we.

Listen, now that the whole family has bicycles,

I know a great way to keep 'em

from rusting away in the garage.

[groans]

[Bobby] Mom! Dad!

In here, Bob.

-Dad, guess what! -What?

I got my own job, all by myself.

-I got my own job! -Hey, you did?

Well, that's great. What are you doing?

Well, I'm delivering newspapers before school.

Oh, Bobby, you have to get up

at 5:00 in the morning to do that.

Well, I don't mind.

You're gonna have to go all over the neighborhood.

-You know, That's miles. -I don't mind.

Besides, you can't do it on a bike.

You'll have to have a car.

-I know. -Well, now you're being silly.

You can't drive.

No, but you can.

[groans]

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