All language subtitles for Brady Bunch S02E03 (The Slumber Caper).eng

♪ 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. ♪

It's part of growing
up for a girl.

Jan and Cindy in on this, too?

Well, it wouldn't be
fair to leave them out.

Any word?

Not yet.

Let's go ahead with it.

If Rome can outlast an
invasion by the barbarians,

what can a few little girls
do to the Brady house?

( sighs)

Well, Mom?

Yes, Marcia, you can
have your slumber party.

( exclaiming)

Hey, Alice, did you hear?

We're going to
have a slumber party.

Said we're going to
have a slumber party.

I heard.

What's the matter?

I just thought I'd start

doing something
useful for the party,

like nailing down the furniture.

Alice, it's just
a few little girls.

It can't be that bad.

Mr. Brady, have you ever
been to a slumber party?

No, can't say that I have.

Well, I have, and
one thing is certain.

Mm, what's that?

Nobody, nobody slumbers.

( chuckles)

We're going to be
invaded by girls.

Will there be a lot of them?

Won't matter how many.

It will seem like a million.

They won't do anything
but giggle all night long.

You know, I'll bet you Marcia
invites that Paula Tardy.

Boy, is she hung up on you.

That's a disgusting thought.

I'll probably have
to hide all night.

Maybe I'll have to hide, too.

Somebody might be hung up on me.

Hey, fellas.

Come on, I can
use a little help.

What's up, Dad?

I want to get the sleeping bags

out of the storage
room in the garage

and air them out. Come on.

Are we going camping?

Like maybe Saturday night,
while all the girls are here?

No, sorry, fellas. No such luck.

Why the sleeping bags?

Well, for the slumber party.

We can't put all the girls
up there in the girls' room.

They'd be packed
in like sardines.

Are they going to sleep
out in the backyard?

No, they're going to
sleep in the living room

in the sleeping bags.

In our sleeping bags.

They'll get them
all full of perfume.

We'll all stink.

Ah, that'll be enough of that.

Now, come on, help me.

Let's have hot dogs. Good idea.

Why not hamburgers?

No, hot dogs are easier.

Hot dogs.

How about jelly beans?

With mustard and relish.

And lots of pickles, too.

Mus, rel, pick...
and jellybeans.

And one bag jellybeans.

Thanks, Alice.

Listen, you kids
better get your books.

You're going to
be late for school.

Okay. CINDY: Bye, Mommy.

Bye. Bye.

Mom, remember what
you and Dad promised.

I remember.

What did Dad promise?

Oh, well, it was kind of

what I promised for both of us.

Oh, yeah.

That, uh, we'd
leave the girls alone.

We wouldn't hang
around the party.

Well, what shall we do?

Spend a quiet
evening in the garage.

Oh, Mike.

Could patch a few old tires.

Oh, no, I have a
much better idea for us.

Uh-oh. What?

Would you like a little hint?

Uh-huh.

Well, uh, dinner for
two... candlelight...

soft music... dancing.

You're a great
hinter, you know that?

Mm-hmm. That sounds good.

That is, unless
Alice doesn't mind

holding down the
fort while we're gone?

Oh, I don't mind
holding down the fort.

Just bear in mind

that those were the last
words of General Custer.

Now, let's see.

I've already invited Jenny
Wilton, my best friend,

and Paula Tardy
from my English class.

Now, who else?

What do you do
at a slumber party?

Well, you play games,
and you talk about boys.

And you talk about
boys, and you play games.

What are the games about?

Boys.

Boys?! Who likes boys?

Hey, I got it!

Oh, boy, have I got an idea!

Are we gonna have
fun at that slumber party.

You've got to be kidding.

I'm not going around
any of those girls.

Now, listen to me, you guys.

Now, listen.

We're going to pull
tricks on them, get it?

Tricks?

Yeah, you know,
scare them. Jokes.

Yeah! Yeah!

Now, we ought to be able to
think of some really great stuff.

Like rubber spiders?

That's a good start.

A scary mask,
spooky noisemakers.

And one of those
plastic skeletons!

Yeah, yeah, that's good!

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

I got it, oh, boy,
is this beautiful?!

What?! What?!

Itching powder in
the sleeping bags.

Yeah! Yeah!

Well, I know the boys
aired these out, Mike,

but they still seem
a little dusty to me.

Yeah, well, I got them
to do it this morning.

I guess they didn't have

too much enthusiasm for the job.

Well, maybe we ought to
hang them up and beat them.

The sleeping bags or the boys?

Oh, Mike... well,
look, I think I better go

check the food for the party.

Hey, is all that
just for the girls?

Whew, I thought we were
starting a supply depot

for the eighth army.

GREG: Hi, Mom and Dad.

Say, listen, Gregory,

your mother's not too happy

with the job you guys
did on the sleeping bags.

Yeah, I think they need just
a little more freshening up.

It's not going to take
too much time. All...

Sure, we'd be glad to.

Huh?

We'll do anything
Mom wants us to do.

You will?

Thank you, Greg.

No trouble.

I'll go get the guys.

I thought you said

they weren't too enthusiastic.

That's funny. That's
what I thought I said, too.

Mrs. Denton found this

when she was tidying
up the desks in her room.

Please take a look at it.

MARCIA: "Mrs. Denton
or a hippopotamus?"

Is that your handwriting
and your class?

Yes, sir.

And did you draw that picture?

Yes, sir, but that's
not Mrs. Denton.

It's George Washington.

George Washington?

There's a picture
of him on the wall

and I was copying it.

And what about Mrs.
Denton's name and that remark?

I didn't write her
name, or that remark.

Marcia, I think
you'd better explain.

But, I can't.

I mean... well...

I finished my
classwork a little early

and I was doodling

and my name happened
to be on the paper.

I doodled George Washington.

I didn't doodle Mrs. Denton.

It doesn't look much
like George Washington.

I guess I'm not a
very good artist.

You expect me to believe

this is your paper, your
name, and your drawing

but you didn't write her
name, or that remark?

That's right, Mr. Randolph.

Marcia, I'd like to believe you.

You've always
been a good student,

but what you're saying
doesn't sound logical.

But I didn't do it.

This sort of thing has
happened before... too often.

Not just you, but
the other students.

But Mr. Randolph...

I'm afraid you're going
to have to be the example.

You'll have to stay after school
one hour every day for a week.

That's all, Marcia.

Except, because you'll
be staying after school,

I'll have to notify
your parents.

CAROL: As much as
we hate to do it, Marcia,

I'm afraid you can't
have your slumber party.

My party?

MIKE: Honey, that drawing might
have seemed funny at the time,

but you just must have
respect for your teachers.

But I didn't do it.

I didn't write Mrs.
Denton's name on it

or that stupid remark.

Your principal
said you did, honey,

and he's a very responsible man.

Well, he wouldn't
punish you for nothing.

You mean, you'd rather
believe him than me.

Marcia, from what you said,

that paper was in your desk
and your name was on it.

Now, what else could
Mr. Randolph think?

You don't believe me, either.

And if you don't, I
don't want a party

or anything ever from you!

It's not like her, honey.

I've never seen
Marcia so adamant.

That's one thing about Marcia:

When she's wrong, she admits it.

And the slumber party
isn't the big problem.

It's the fact that we
don't believe her.

Mike, you think Mr. Randolph
could be mistaken?

Well, there's one
way to find out.

MIKE: Well, I can't
vouch for the drawing,

or what's printed underneath,

but there's no doubt about
the class and the name.

It's Marcia's
handwriting, all right.

There is only one conclusion
I could reach, Mr. Brady.

Oh, yes, of course.

It's, uh, just that
Marcia was so upset,

I felt I had to speak to you.

I understand.

Marcia's always been
an excellent student,

but, uh, well, we do have
to preserve discipline.

Oh, yes, my wife and I
certainly agree with you on that.

Well, thanks for your
time, Mr. Randolph.

Not at all.

I only wish more parents

would take the
time to get involved.

By the way, would
you mind if I kept that?

Oh, of course not. Oh, thanks.

Uh, Mr. Randolph...

does Mrs. Denton
really look like that?

Unfortunately, yes.

But it could be
George Washington.

Well, of course it could.

You know, she admits
she drew the picture

but anybody could
have done the printing.

Mike, what do you think?

Honey, I think an understandable
mistake has been made

and we ought to take
Marcia's word for it.

Well, I think we should, too.

Of course, this is
just our judgment.

There's no way to
prove it to Mr. Randolph.

I know.

( sighs)

What about the slumber party?

( sighs)

As far as I'm concerned,
the punishment at home is off.

Let's have the party.

Good.

I'll tell her.

Yeah, and I'll tell
General Custer

to get her boots and
saber out of mothballs.

Marcia?

Yes?

Your father and I have
just had a little talk.

Now, we don't know exactly
what happened at school,

but we think there's
been a mistake.

We believe what you
said about the picture.

Thanks, Mom.

Well, you'll still
have to go along

with your punishment at school

but the slumber
party is on again.

( girls exclaiming)

Thanks, Mom!

Oh, thank you!

Oh, great! Oh, great!

( cheering from girls' room)

I wonder what's up.

( knocking on door)

Hey, fellas, I just
thought you'd like to know

the slumber party's on again.

It is? Really?

Hooray!

Well, I hardly
expected that reaction.

Well, we're kind of
looking forward to it.

Yeah.

Oh, you are?

Uh, they mean we're...
we're looking forward

to the girls having a good time.

Oh, yeah, well, that's...

that's very nice of
you, Greg, all you boys.

We'll be glad to do anything

to help the party along.

Yeah, anything.

( giggles)

What's so funny?

Nothing, nothing.

That dumb dodo
laughs at anything.

Yeah, he's got a real
weird sense of humor.

Okay.

Aren't you happy?

About the party? Yes...

and Mom and Dad believing me.

But I still have to
stay after school

for something I didn't do.

I wonder who did.

I've been thinking about that.

I've got English the next-to-
last period in the afternoon,

so I figure whoever used
my desk for the last period

might be the one.

Hey, yeah.

That's the only one it could be.

Do you know who it is?

Jenny Wilton.

Jenny Wilton?

She's your best friend.

She was my best friend.

What are you going to do?

I'll show you.

Hello?

Hello, Jenny, this is Marcia.

I called about the slumber party

I'm having tomorrow night.

I can hardly wait.

Well, it's only for my friends.

Sure.

I'm your friend, Marcia.

Not anymore, you're not,

so consider yourself uninvited!

Marcia?!

Marcia!

( girls laughing and screeching)

( screaming)

ALICE: Now, you
two just run along.

Have a good time at dinner.

Remember, you have
left the cavalry in charge.

Well, hang on to
your saddle, Alice.

Hey, where are the boys?

They're in their room studying.

Studying on Saturday night?

Maybe we ought to
take their temperature.

Oh, come on, Mike.

Good luck, Alice.

I don't need luck, Mrs. Brady,

just a short course
in riot control.

You two run along.

( giggling and yelling)

You guys, let's play "ha."

( yelling) GIRL: You go first.

Okay.

Here. Hurry up. Move over.

( screeching,
laughing, and talking)

GIRL: Everybody ready?

GIRLS: Yeah.

Ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha.

Ha-ha-ha-ha...

( all laughing and screeching)

You guys, you guys... shh.

( chips crunch)

( all laugh)

Let's all play another game.

( all agreeing)

How about truth or dare?

Yeah, let's play that.

Okay, and I'll go first.

Paula, you're the one.

Who's the cutest boy you know?

Truth or dare?

( giggles)

Greg Brady.

( all laughing)

Now it's my turn to ask, and...

Ruthie, you're the one.

Truth or dare, have you ever
been kissed by Hank Holman?

( all giggling)

Well, I'll take the dare.

All right, you...

Have to go upstairs and see what

Marcia's brothers are doing.

( all laughing)

Karen, will you come
with me, please?

Not me.

I will.

( all laughing)

Shh.

( growls)

( girls screaming)

It looked like a monster.

I think it was Greg.

Hot dogs, anyone?

( girls yelling)

ALICE: There's one...
there's one for everybody.

( screams)

A spider!

A big, hairy spider.

ALICE: Wait, wait,
let me get in here, kids.

Let me in.

Oh... ( laughing)

Oh, looks like there's more
than one tribe on the warpath.

My brothers.

Those dum-dums, all right.

Hey, I forgot the
potato salad, here.

( screams)

( beeping)

What happened?

Nothing, I just lost my head.

( chuckles)

Or found somebody's head.

Uh, I'll be right in.

( beeping)

Sorry about that, Alice.

( chuckles)

What's happening now?

They're getting ready

to turn off the lights
and tell ghost stories.

Okay, this is it.

The real action now.

Yeah. Yeah.

The last call for hot dogs.

GIRLS: No thanks.

Okay.

Now, if the werewolf howls

and if the vampire
starts flapping his wings,

don't come running to me.

I'll be under the kitchen table.

Okay.

Okay, guys, now, listen.

Hey, any of you
monsters want a hot dog?

Thanks, Alice.

Thanks, Alice.

Thanks, Alice.

Slowly, she started
down the hall.

Spider webs everywhere.

Then she came to the door.

The door to the room where
she had been forbidden to go.

Slowly, she opened the door.

( howls)

What was that?

( howling)

I'm so scared, I'm
getting itchy all over.

I'm itchy, too.

So am I.

Yeah.

Me, too.

Oh, it's terrible.

( all muttering and clamoring)

I'll bet you it's my
brothers again.

Yeah... Alice!

( screaming)

MARCIA: Alice!

JAN: Stop them, stop them.

That's a crazy new
dance you're doing.

Why don't you put on some music?

No, Alice, itching powder
in the sleeping bags.

Oh, my.

Okay, look, we'll
try and wash it off.

Everybody upstairs.

Come on, hurry
up, in the shower.

Come on, kids.

GIRL: It's terrible!

ALICE: All right.

Boy, are my brothers
going to regret this.

It itches, but
it's kind of funny.

I like jokes.

What about the one we
pulled on Mrs. Denton?

We?

Yeah, you drew the picture,
and I wrote the funny line.

You know, about the hippo?

You did that?

Yeah. Didn't you
think it was funny?

Funny? I got punished for that.

Punished?

You did?

Yeah.

I had to stay after
school a whole week now.

I almost didn't have this party
because of what you wrote.

Gee, Marcia, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for anybody
to see that but you.

Well, they did, all right.

Mrs. Denton found it

and turned it in
to the principal.

I didn't know that.

Would it help if I went to
Mr. Randolph and explained?

That would be great.

Gee, Marcia, I just...

I just can't stand
this itching anymore.

CAROL: Hi, honey.

Hey, where is everybody?

Upstairs, itching.

I mean, washing off
the itching powder.

Mom, Dad, I've done
something just awful.

What?

I blamed Jenny Wilton

for writing on my picture...

The one that got me in trouble.

I told her she wasn't
my friend anymore

and I uninvited her to my party.

And Jenny didn't do it?

Mm-mm, it was Paula.

Only she didn't mean any harm.

She just meant for me to see it.

Well, dear, it seems to
me that both you and Jenny

got a taste of the
same medicine.

You were blamed for something

because somebody
didn't have all the facts.

You turned around and
did the same thing to Jenny.

I feel awful.

What can I do?

Well, look, dear,
it's still early.

Why don't you call Jenny

and invite her
over to the party?

I sure will.

I'll give her the biggest
apology I know how.

( clamoring)

CAROL: Ooh, excuse me.

( doorbell rings)

CAROL: Oh, that must be Jenny.

That must be Jenny, honey.

Oh, I'll get it.

Okay, be right back.

Excuse me, girls, pardon me.

( chips crunching)

( all laughing)

Well, Mike.

Here, have one. You, too.

( clanking)

What was that?

( all laughing)

Over the door.

( all laughing)

Oh, poor Mike.

Sorry about that, Dad.

( all laughing)

Hey, Alice, we got any cookies?

Hmm, I don't know, Mr. Brady.

They pretty well cleaned
us out the other night.

( phone rings) Yeah.

Oh, I'll get it, Alice.

Hello.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Randolph.

Mr. Randolph?

Well, I'm delighted.

Really?

Oh, thank you so
much for calling.

Bye.

Marcia and Paula
explained the whole thing

to Mr. Randolph and Mrs. Denton.

They're forgiven.

Oh, good. That's great.

Why, you're in luck, Mr. Brady.

I found a box of cookies.

Don't tell me something
left after the shock troops.

Yeah, that's about all.

( screams)

( sighs)

Oh, sorry about that, Mr. Brady.

Party's over, but the
melody lingers on.

Ooh. Get rid of it. A spider...