♪ 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. ♪
Dreamy, huh?
This hairstyle's called
"The Exotic Miss."
Do you think I look exotic?
What does "exotic" mean?
It means alluring, exciting,
a woman of the world.
Maybe I should
fix my hair like that.
Then I'd be a woman
of the world, too.
It would look silly
on you, Cindy.
You're still a child.
I'm not either.
Yeah... uh-huh.
Yeah, I know, Jerry.
I think you're real groovy,
but I already promised
I'd go to the school
dance with Doug Williams.
Sorry, but he asked first.
A soda tomorrow?
Uh... well, uh... I have
to check my schedule.
Hold on.
Yeah... yeah, I
think I can make it.
Okay, see you
tomorrow at school.
Bye.
Boy, a dance and a soda
all in the same week.
It's no big deal.
Maybe I'll ask
some boy to call me.
Cindy, you don't
ask a boy to call you.
You get them to call you.
How?
By being mature,
playing it cool.
I'm cool, but no boy
ever calls me for a soda.
You're not even ten years old.
Yeah, but I still get thirsty.
Children don't go out on dates.
And you're just a baby.
Baby!
Why did I have to
be born so young?
I'll show them!
From now on, I'm going
to be an older woman.
Oh, pardon me, madam.
We were looking for
our little daughter Cindy...
About so high...
and she has two
lovely blond ponytails.
That Cindy doesn't
live here anymore.
I'm grown up and mature now.
Whoa!
Well, I think maybe...
yes, listen, I think you
better get out of those shoes
before you fall and
break your neck, huh?
Sweetheart, could
I borrow this dress?
I was going to wear
it to a party tonight.
I was feeling all grown up.
Now I'll just be
a little girl again.
Ah... What's so wrong
with being a little girl, huh?
Everything...
when you got two older sisters.
But, Cindy, you've always
had two older sisters.
Yes, but now boys
take them places,
like dances and football
games and the pizza place.
Cindy, you'll go
to all those places
when you get a little older.
Don't be in such a hurry, honey.
Why, this should be the
happiest time of your life.
Then why am I so miserable?
I'll tell you why
you're miserable.
Because you're trying
to act your sister's age
instead of your own.
Why, in just a few short years
you're gonna be a teenager, too.
I want to be a teenager now.
Oh, uh, sugar, um,
could I have the shoes, too?
They go with the dress.
Oh, wow.
I got to get a new mirror...
One that lies a little.
Well, hi, honey.
Come on in.
It's me, in case you
didn't recognize me.
Alice... Hmm?
Mom and Dad are at the party.
Can I talk to you?
Oh, you bet, honey.
What's the trouble?
Everybody in this house
treats me like a baby.
I want to be older.
Well, that's life for you.
You want to be older,
I want to be younger.
You think you got a tough job?
Try mine for a while. Wow.
I fixed my hair like Jan...
I wore high heels
and everything...
But everybody still
thinks I'm little Cindy.
You know what your
real problem is, honey?
You can't fight mother nature.
It's a losing battle.
Believe me, I know.
I've blown enough
money on amm*nit*on.
Look what I have to
go through every night
before I go to bed.
Cold cream on my forehead.
And then wrinkle
cream on my neck.
And some genuine,
imported, European mud
for any of the spots
that I miss in between.
And then, just to make sure
that my double
chin doesn't go triple
I have to sleep with my head...
in... a... hammock.
Trick or treat!
Gee, Alice,
you do have a
tougher job than me.
Yeah.
Dad?
Yes, honey?
Could you help
me with this word?
Well, let's see. Where?
There.
"Idiosyncrasy"?
Well, that means "peculiarity"
or something odd
in the way a person behaves.
What's a word like that
doing in a kids' book?
I happen to be reading
A Farewell To Arms
by Ernest Hemingway.
She is reading Hemingway.
You think that's
a little old for you?
Marcia's reading it.
If it's not too old for her
it's not too old for me.
Cindy, why don't you stick
to Alice In Wonderland
and The Wizard of Oz?
Those are children's books!
Why is she mad at me?
Oh, I don't think she is.
She's just upset
because she's not as
old as her sisters are.
They have dates
and they go places
and she feels left out.
I really didn't mean
to kid about The Wizard of Oz.
That's okay.
Say, Cindy, I was thinking.
There's a track meet
tomorrow afternoon.
Would you like to
go see it with me?
Thanks, but it's no fun
for a girl to go out
with her own brother.
Hey, Cindy, I'm going
on a hike tomorrow.
Want to come along?
Pete, Cindy doesn't
date her own brothers.
Oh. Okay.
I'll get it, Mom.
Hello?
No. Marcia's out.
Can I take the message?
I got it.
You're Doug Williams
and you're calling
about the school dance.
Say...
Say, by the way, Doug,
I'm Marcia's sister Cynthia
and I was thinking,
if you have a friend
maybe we could double-date.
I know I sound young,
but I'm very old for my age.
I think... I think
that I'll tell her
when she comes in.
Bye.
Do you remember
what your father and I told you
about acting your age, Cynthia?
It's such a dumb age.
Why couldn't I have
skipped from eight right to 15?
Cindy, there's
something for you.
Package for Miss Cindy Brady!
Package for me?
Well, it's a sort of a package.
It's addressed to you
and I found it in the mailbox.
It's a candy bar!
It's wrapped up in a note.
What's it say?
Alice, you won't believe it!
Try me!
It says, "You don't know me
"but I sure dig you.
Signed, your secret admirer."
Secret admirer?
How about that?
I wonder who it could be?
Well, whoever he is
he must think a lot of you.
He blew ten cents
on that candy bar.
I wonder who.
Who cares who!
I've got a secret admirer.
Hi, honey.
Oh, hi, sweetheart.
Oh, Mike, you shouldn't have.
I didn't.
They're for Cindy, with a note
signed: "From your
secret admirer."
Where'd you find them?
On the front steps.
Well, I wonder who
the mystery boy is.
I don't know, but his
taste in girls is better
than his taste in flowers.
Hey, Greg!
Greg, I found a hair
ribbon at the back door.
A hair ribbon?
Yeah, and this note.
"To Cindy, from
your secret admirer."
He gives her a
present every day.
Sure putting a dent
in his piggy bank.
Hey, Cindy, you got another
you-know-what from you-know-who.
Cindy!
Hey, Cindy!
Cindy!
Peter, will you
please stop yelling?
Cindy isn't even home yet.
Oh. Well, look what she got.
I found it right
outside the door.
Ooh, the secret
admirer strikes again.
Boy, did he strike hard.
Look at that!
If it's real it's
worth a fortune.
I don't think
it's real, Peter...
but I do think it's
an engagement ring.
Wow, Cindy's engaged
and we don't even
know who he is.
Another note for you, Cindy.
Here.
He doesn't miss a day.
He's really flipped over you.
What's he say this time?
Come on, read it.
I am reading it.
We mean, to us.
This is personal
between my secret
admirer and me.
Well, pardon us.
"When I think of your face,
and your awful cute dimples
from head to toe, I
get goose pimples."
It's probably for me.
I'm expecting a call.
It could be for me, too.
Hello.
No, this is Marcia.
Oh... just a minute, please.
Told you it was for me.
It's not for you, either.
Cindy, phone call.
It's a boy.
Maybe it's her secret admirer.
Hello?
Yes, this is Cindy.
Who?!
Oh, wow, at last we're
talking face-to-face!
Uh-huh. I got your
flowers, the candy
and the big diamond ring.
I like them all,
but I think I like
the candy the best.
I called 'cause I wanted
to hear your voice
and you know something?
It's as pretty as you are.
You sound pretty, too.
When can I see you in person?
Uh, well, I'm kind of real busy.
The only time I could see
you is at 3:00 tomorrow
and you can't, because
you have your ballet lesson.
How do you know?
How?
Um...
oh, that's when my
sister takes ballet
so I figured you might, too.
Hey, you know what?
My ballet teacher is sick,
so come over to my
house tomorrow at 3:00.
Bye... Secret admirer.
Hello? Hello?
Hello?
All that trouble I went to
just to get myself in trouble.
"Dear Cindy, I can't
meet you tomorrow
"because I'm moving to Europe.
"You'll always be the grooviest.
Signed, Your secret admirer."
What was that?
That sounded like a door slam.
What are you doing
outside at this hour?
Walking in my sleep?
You always go
walking in your sleep
in your bathrobe
and your slippers?
Maybe I was dreaming
it was cold outside.
What's that?
Huh?
Come on, let's see.
Hand it over.
Is that you?
Upstairs, secret admirer.
All I wanted to do was make
Cindy feel more grown up
like Marcia and Jan.
Well, we know you
meant well, Bob.
But giving Cindy an
imaginary boyfriend
was only building her
up for a big letdown.
Sure, she had to find
out the truth sometime.
I guess you're right.
What are we going to do?
We aren't going to do anything.
You are.
You are going to
tell Cindy the truth
first thing in the morning.
Could I write it on a note
and leave it under her door?
Hey, come on, Bobby, we
better get down for breakfast.
I'll be there in a minute.
Okay, but I might eat
some of your pancakes.
I'll split them with you.
Hey, can I ask you
guys a question?
Sure.
Well, if you got to do something
that you really don't want to do
how do you do it?
If you got to
do it, do it quick.
Get it over with.
Yeah, quick.
You know, like when you
take medicine in one big gulp.
Yuck!
What do you got to do?
Oh, something.
Yuck!
Well, good luck.
You must be excited, Cindy.
Today's the big day.
I bet you can't wait
to meet your secret admirer.
I hope he's taller than me.
Hi, Bobby.
Hi.
Cindy, can I talk
to you for a minute?
Okay, but don't make me late.
I won't.
I'll make it short.
You know those notes and things
you got from your
secret admirer?
Yeah.
Well...
I write poems, too.
Not as good as his.
Well, you know the
phone call you got?
Yeah.
Well, didn't his voice
sound kind of like mine?
Oh, no. He's a much older man.
He's at least 13.
Well, I've got
something to tell you.
What?
I guess it can wait.
Okay.
Hey, Tommy.
I've been looking
all over for you.
What for?
I figured you might want
to do some swapping.
Sure.
Come on.
What do you got?
Well, I hate to give it up,
but what'll you give
me for this rabbit's foot?
I'll give you this
pencil sharpener.
It's a deal.
Look what I've got.
Wow! A real Kennedy half-dollar.
What do you want for it?
Are you kidding?
It's too valuable to swap.
Aw, come on.
I'd give almost anything for it.
Would you do
almost anything for it?
Like what?
Hi. I'm Tommy Jamison.
I have a date with Cindy.
Oh, so you're the mystery man.
Well, come right in, Tommy.
She doesn't know
who I am, but it's me.
Well, you're a very
fine-looking young you.
I'll just let her
know you're here.
Cindy!
There's someone here to see you.
Just sit down, make
yourself at home, Tommy.
At last I have the pleasure
of making your acquaintance.
Hi.
Look. I'm wearing your ribbon.
My ribbon?
Oh, yeah, my ribbon.
Let's step outside.
A breath of fresh air
would be nice, wouldn't it?
Alice, I think that we might
want some refreshments later.
Well, of course.
I'll start working
on that right now.
Would you please
put these in water?
Right away.
Thank you.
This is where I used to play
when I was a little girl.
Want to have a swing contest?
Swings are for children.
I think Ernest Hemingway
is very interesting, don't you?
Does he go to our school?
Of course not.
He's a famous writer.
Hey, that's a
neat teeter-totter.
I've outgrown teeter-totters.
How about climbing a tree?
That isn't very mature either.
Well, it's been
nice meeting you.
Bye.
Wait, Tommy!
Don't you like me?
You're too grown-up for me.
I'm not really grown-up.
I was just
pretending for a date.
See? This is the way
my hair really looks.
Hey, that's neat.
I like to climb trees.
I like to swing and
play on the teeter-totter.
You do?
Uh-huh.
I even collect lizards.
Lizards? I collect them, too.
You do?
Yeah. I never thought I'd meet
a girl who likes lizards.
I love them.
So do I.
Gee, this is the best
date I've ever had.
Me, too.
It's also the only
one I've ever had.
Refreshment time.
Hey, look, banana splits.
I love banana splits
almost as much as lizards.
Well, I'm afraid you'll
have to settle for bananas.
I'm not serving lizard splits.
Oh, Alice, you should
have seen the stores.
I just couldn't
believe the crowds.
I couldn't believe
the price tags.
Oh, who's that boy
out there with Cindy?
Oh, that's Tommy
Jamison, Cindy's date.
Date?
Yes. Her secret admirer.
But that can't be
her secret admirer.
Bobby was supposed
to... Where is Bobby?
Well, he's in there.
Bobby...
Would you care to explain
what's going on out there?
You were supposed to have a talk
with Cindy this morning.
Well, I got a better idea.
I gave Tommy Jamison
my Kennedy half-dollar
to be Cindy's secret admirer.
You mean, you bribed
a boy to be Cindy's date?
Well, it only cost 50 cents.
What do you want?
I want to give you back
your Kennedy half-dollar.
Oh, no. You made a deal.
You got to stick with it.
I will.
I mean, you don't have to
pay me to play with Cindy.
She's real neat.
For a girl, I mean.
Isn't that great?
It didn't cost me anything.
Well, hang on,
because this incident
isn't quite closed
yet, you know.
Well, before you say anything
just remember,
it's a happy ending.
Yeah, for him maybe.
For you, we're not so sure.
Alice!
Yes!
The lizard Tommy gave
me got out of his box.
Have you seen him?
Yes, I have.
He's over there.