♪ 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. ♪
Bobby's still following us.
Boy, he sure is stubborn.
He just won't give up.
Why don't you tell
him he's too little
to join our tree house club?
Aw, he's not that little... I
mean, for a nine-year-old,
and we don't have to
make him a regular member.
He's willing to be our mascot.
I don't know.
He'd pay dues.
Dues?
I guess we could use someone
to clean up the tree
house... And pay dues.
Hey, that's great, fellows.
( yelling): Okay, Bobby,
we just voted you in.
Wow, that's great!
Thanks, you guys!
Climb up into the tree house
so you can get sworn in.
Go ahead, Bobby.
Sure!
He can't even climb.
( both sighing)
Are you okay, Bobby?
Ow! My ankle!
Ow!
Does it still hurt?
No.
Gee, those guys in
the tree house club
sure must think I'm a dumbhead.
Oh, not at all.
This time next week
you'll be a member
in good standing.
If you ask me, I
think it's a miracle.
Yes, that he only
sprained his ankle.
No, I meant it was a miracle
that you have a doctor
that makes house calls.
He didn't even ask Bobby
to stick out his
tongue and say, "Ah."
Well, that's just when
you sprain a tonsil.
Come on, Florence Nightingale.
You can help me in the kitchen
making hospital
corners on the napkins.
Hi.
I thought Bobby might
want a glass of ice water.
Thanks, but I'm not thirsty.
Oh, I can't imagine why.
Let's see, we have a
glass of milk from Marcia
a glass of lemonade from Cindy
and a glass of grape
juice from Peter.
You know, you must be
a lot bigger on the inside
than you look from the outside.
Hi!
Hey, Tarzan.
Hi, Dad.
How's the old ankle?
Okay,
only it sure is
boring staying in bed.
Well, here's a little something
to help you pass the time.
Gee, thanks, Dad!
Well, it looks like we
all had the same idea.
These are from me
and the cookies are from Alice.
And they're for after dinner.
And that goes for you, too.
Well, your Mom's
right... Spoil your appetite.
Yeah, with everybody
waiting on him,
I'm afraid more than his
appetite is getting spoiled.
( whining)
Thanks, Tiger.
I rest my case.
Well, the kitchen checks
out a-okay, Mrs. Brady.
Dishes are all done,
floor's all scrubbed
housekeeper's all pooped.
Alice, the kitchen floor
didn't need scrubbing.
Yeah, I know, but
once I get turned on,
there's just no turning me off.
Bobby and I set a new record...
Nine straight games
of Chinese checkers.
The only trouble with
Chinese checkers, Mr. Brady,
is no matter how much you play,
an hour later, you
just want to play again.
Oh, Alice!
Mike, were you able to
get Bobby off to sleep?
Yeah. You know, if he's
this restless and bored
after one night, what's he
going to be like in a few days?
Maybe we could move the
television set into his room.
You know, I've been thinking.
There's something he's
been wanting for a long time,
and it'd be perfect.
Not only would it
keep him interested,
but it would make a
great companion for him
at the same time.
A parakeet!
Gee, thanks, Dad!
Boy, a parakeet... Just
for a sprained ankle.
Could I get an alligator
if I broke my leg?
No, so don't try it.
Well, what are you
going to name it, Bobby?
It all depends.
How do you tell
if it's a boy parakeet
or a girl parakeet?
Well, you teach it to
talk and then you ask it.
I'm just getting some crumbs
to feed the parakeet with.
( chuckles)
The way everybody's
stuffing him,
that little parakeet's gonna
be an ostrich by next week.
Oh, thank you, Alice.
I see they're taking
good care of the bird.
Oh, yeah. Everybody in the house
has just flipped
over him... her... it?
Come on, you can say it:
"Polly want a cr*cker."
Say it.
( parakeet chirps)
( Tiger barking)
Tiger, no! You're scaring it!
Tiger, pick on
somebody your own size!
( Tiger barking)
( barking)
Mom, Dad, my parakeet's loose!
Tiger, stop scaring my parakeet!
Where did he go?
( chirping)
Parakeet at : high.
( barking)
Girls, shut the kitchen door.
Peter... Peter, get
the window, quick!
( whistling)
( chirping)
Tiger, be quiet!
Tiger, come on, come on,
come on, get out of here.
Girls!
What's all the noise?
Just take Tiger out of here.
Nobody ever tells us anything.
Okay, now, everybody quiet...
ALICE: Here, girl.
No, quiet, quiet,
till the bird settles down.
( chirping)
Here, birdie... ( whistles)
Birdie, here.
Here, boy... Here, girl.
( slowly): Nobody move.
( slowly): Nobody move.
If we don't move, how
are we going to catch it?
Just leave that to old
"Bring 'em back alive" Brady.
Take it easy, fellow... or miss.
( softly): Nobody's
going to hurt you.
I'm just going to take
you back to your cage.
Big hunter blew it.
Looks like you
better take a lesson
from little hunter.
He flew right into my hands.
I guess that proves he likes me.
Hey, also proves
your ankle is better.
You came down those
stairs like gangbusters.
Hey, yeah... Look!
Hey, that's great, Bobby.
You can come over to
the tree house tomorrow
and get initiated into the club.
Hey, yeah!
Come on, we haven't
got all afternoon.
Start climbing!
I'll hold it for you.
What are you waiting for?
Will you quit stalling?
Go on!
Come on, Bobby,
you won't slip again.
I know.
It's just...
couldn't I take the
oath down here?
Either you climb up,
or you don't get in.
Rules are rules.
What's the matter, you chicken?
Heck no, it's just...
well, my ankle's starting
to hurt again, that's all.
We'll have to do
it some other time.
Hi, Pete.
Hi, Dad. The brakes sure
work neat since you fixed them.
Mm-hmm. They're only
supposed to stop the bicycle,
not wear out the tires.
Okay, I'll watch it.
How did it go at
Bobby's initiation today?
Well... Bobby said he couldn't
climb up to the tree house
because his ankle
started hurting him again.
Still sore, huh?
That's what he says.
You sound like you
don't believe him?
Well...
After the fall he took,
you can't blame him
for chickening out.
Chickening out?
Well... That's what
the other guys think.
Mm-hmm... well,
what do you think?
Is that fair, Pete?
After all, that's Bobby's
ankle, you know.
If he says it hurts,
the least you can do is give
him the benefit of the doubt.
Hmm.
Get.
Come on, you can say it:
"Hello, Bobby, hello, Bobby."
Boy, you're sure a dumb bird.
( bird chirping)
Okay, I take it back.
JAN: Hey, Bobby.
Bet I can swing
higher than you can.
Bet you can't.
Bet I can.
Are you kidding? I
could b*at you easy.
Prove it.
Okay, you asked for it.
Well, come on,
what you waiting for?
Well, it's no fun
b*ating a girl.
And anyway, I got more
important things to do.
Alice, you can put
the hamburgers on
any time you're ready.
All right, Mrs. Brady.
Let's see, that's rare
for you and Mr. Brady,
medium rare for Jan and Peter,
well-done for Marcia.
It would be a lot simpler
if I just pound this whole
thing together into a meat loaf.
BOBBY: Mom?
Are we having those buns
with seeds on them tonight?
Well, as a matter of fact,
we are, Bobby... why?
Well, can I scrape off
some to feed to my bird?
Oh, that's some lucky bird.
We eat his leftovers.
All right, you can scrape
the seeds off one bun.
Thanks.
Hey, your ankle
seems to be well now.
Yeah.
Good, cause your father's going
to take us on a
picnic this weekend.
That's great!
To Mount Claymore.
Mount Claymore?
You can go hiking and climbing.
Do I have to go?
But you always
loved to go there.
Why, last year you were
the first one to
climb to the top.
Yeah, I know,
but what's the use of climbing
on a bunch of crummy rocks?
You just have to
climb back down again.
( parakeet chirping)
Still a little sore.
Have you got a second, Dad?
Mm-hmm.
What's on your mind, son?
Is Bobby okay?
I mean, you think
maybe he hurt something
besides his ankle?
What are you getting at, Greg?
Well, you know how
he's always pestering me
to go coasting down
Maple Street on our bikes?
Yeah?
Well, today I offered
to let him come along
and he turned me down.
Well...
Did he give you any reason why?
Yeah, he said his ankle was sore
and he might not be
able to put on the brakes.
Well, it sounds logical to me.
Yeah, except for one thing.
I offered to swap
bikes, let him use mine...
and mine has hand brakes.
So, I figure maybe
it's not his ankle.
Hmm!
Well, you got a point there.
ALICE ( yells):
Soup's on, everybody!
Come and get it!
Let's go, g*ng!
Girls, Marcia, Peter, Bobby!
( sighs): You see, Dad?
Bobby's not limping a bit.
Mm-hmm, now I'm
sure you got a point.
I'm afraid Bobby's got
another kind of a sprain.
Are you sure that's
the real reason
he didn't want to join the club?
Yeah, I'm sure. He
won't climb up the tree.
So he won't climb
up a tree, so what?
He's a boy, not a monkey.
It's all part of
a picture, Alice.
He won't go on the swing.
He won't go hiking
in the mountains.
He won't go down
the hill on his bicycle.
He's afraid of falling
and hurting himself.
And the longer he
avoids it, the harder it'll be.
Exactly, so we have
to try and help Bobby.
Well, how, Dad?
Greg, you remember last season
when you got hit with a
baseball in batting practice?
Yeah?
What happened?
It hurt.
I think your dad means
what did the coach make you do?
Get right back in the batter's
box so I wouldn't lose my nerve.
Which is exactly what
we have to do with Bobby...
Get him up off the ground.
Hi, Bobby.
How's the weather down there?
Gee, where'd you get the stilts?
I made them. Pretty good, eh?
I'll say. Terrific.
You want to try them? It's easy.
You just climb up
and start walking.
No, thanks.
Oh, come on, give it a try.
You can... once you get up here,
you can see right
into the Lister's yard.
What's so special about that?
I can see it from
my bedroom window.
( hammering continues)
( bird chirps)
What are you doing, Dad?
Uh, hey, Bob, shutter's
loose on the hinge.
I need a screwdriver. Would
you bring it up to me, please?
It's in the tool
drawer in the kitchen.
Will you bring it up?
Sure, Dad, right away.
( hinge cracks)
Hey, Bobby, hurry up!
I really need that screwdriver.
Bob?
Here you are, Dad.
Thanks a lot.
Oh, I'm great at this.
JAN: Oh, boy,
these are really fun.
Oh, boy, this is fun.
CINDY: It's springy enough.
JAN: It looks brand-new.
If this trampoline doesn't work,
then I don't know
what to try next.
It better work
after all the trouble
we went through
just to borrow it.
Well, who's going
to be the first to try it?
I will!
Oh, boy. We've got
one just like it in school.
They're a real blast.
Hey, go get 'em, Greg.
( all shout excitedly)
You're pretty good at that.
Now... Oh!
Hey, that's great!
Higher, higher, come on!
Be care... that's
high enough, I think.
Mike... Hey, that's good.
Yeah, isn't he good?
CINDY: Good one.
JAN: Yay, Peter!
Be careful.
Stay in the middle.
Let somebody
else do it. Come on.
You're pretty good at that.
( chuckles)
How we doing?
Well, so far, so good.
At least he's interested
enough to watch.
Yeah.
GREG: Stay in the middle.
Come on, Pete.
Come on, hurry!
JAN: Hey, that's good!
Okay.
Get off.
I'm next.
No, I am.
Oh, you can both be next
if you'll hold hands
and be careful.
Okay.
JAN: Come on, Cindy.
Now, Jan, remember,
you're bigger than Cindy.
Oh, oh!
CAROL: Jan... you're
bigger than Cindy.
Not so high.
( girls laugh)
That's it, good, girls.
Is he still watching?
Uh, yeah. He's up
there with that parakeet.
If that bird talks
him out of it,
I'll pluck him.
( excited talking continues)
Be careful, you two.
CAROL: Jan,
remember, you're taller.
Why don't you give
Cindy a chance now?
Okay, okay.
Whoa! I almost fell off.
Take it easy now.
Okay, honey.
Go.
Ah!
Now, careful.
Not too high.
GREG: Can you do any tricks?
CAROL: Can you do any tricks?
( laughs)
JAN: Yay!
Great.
Cindy, that was great.
Real good.
Be careful, be careful.
GREG: Why don't
you give it a try?
Can we do it again?
Well, when everyone
else has a turn.
Uh, Bobby?
You want to come
down and give it a try?
( quietly): I was
sure he'd come down
when he saw that
even Cindy wasn't afraid.
Maybe he'd change his mind
if the worst coward
in town tried it.
Who's that?
Me.
Okay, push. Alice, be careful.
Whoops!
( all laugh)
Come on. Come on, Alice.
Okay, now.
Now, be careful.
I'm all right. I've
done this a lot.
Where?
Uh, Y.W.C.A.
( girls laugh)
Alice!
( all laugh)
Come on, Alice!
That's great!
Yeah. Wow.
Alice, be careful.
( shrieking and laughing)
I think she's getting to him.
( screams)
Alice!
Whoa! Whoa!
Oh, keep it up, Alice.
Keep it up?!
I can't stop.
That's . on the Richter scale.
JAN: Alice!
MIKE: Whoa!
Oh, sorry about that, Mr. Brady.
Oh, that's all right, Alice.
Drop in any time.
Oh, you're in good shape.
( chuckles)
Uh-oh!
So much for "Operation
Bounce Back."
Oh!
( Tiger barks)
BOBBY: Tiger, stop!
Now look what you've done!
( Tiger whimpers)
Mom! Dad!
Tiger chased my
parakeet out the window!
We got to catch it!
Hey, what's the hurry?
Excuse us, Alice.
Pardon me, Alice, excuse me.
A trampoline isn't enough.
Now I got to be a juggler.
( whistling)
( parakeet chirps)
( chirping)
Tiger didn't mean to scare you.
It's all right.
I'm coming for you.
It's okay, you're safe now.
Take it easy, Bobby.
Careful, dear.
What's going on?
Hey, look at Bobby.
How about that!
How'd he get up there?
He climbed, actually.
He was too worried
about his parakeet
to think about himself.
Boy, he's a hero.
Hear that, bird?
I'm a hero.
Hey, you want to try
to become a member
of the tree house club tomorrow?
I'm not sure.
It's not much of a
climb, you know.
It ought to be a lot higher.
( chuckling): Oh, no!
Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!
Hi, honey.
MIKE: What are you doing here?
You should be in the tree house
with the rest of the fellows.
Uh, I quit.
You quit? Why?
All they do is sit
around and talk
while I sweep and
clean the place.
( chuckles)
After all, you are the
mascot, you know.
I'm going to build my own tree
house and have my own club.
Really? What are you going
to you use for members?
Well, I already got two of 'em.
( whistles): Come on, Tiger.
( Parakeet chirping)