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♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪

♪ Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days ♪

♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪

♪ The weekend comes, my cycle hums ♪

♪ Ready to race to you ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪ - ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Share them with me ♪ - ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Good-bye, gray sky, hello, blue ♪

♪ There's nothing can hold me when I hold you ♪

♪ It feels so right it can't be wrong ♪

♪ Rocking and rolling all week long ♪

♪ Sunday, Monday, happy days ♪

♪ Tuesday, Wednesday, happy days ♪

♪ Thursday, Friday, happy days ♪

♪ Saturday, what a day ♪

♪ Groovin' all week with you ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Share them with me ♪ - ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪ - ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ These happy days are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are yours ♪

♪ And mine, Happy Days! ♪

Happy Days is filmed before a studio audience.

Hi, everybody.

Oh, Howard.

Thank goodness you're here, dear.

Oh, how did your physical go?

- Well... - What kind of diet did the doctor

put you on this year, Dad?

Mmm. There goes that big mouth again.

I'm not gonna know for a few days, dear,

until the lab tests come through, you know.

Well, I'm sure you're gonna be just fine.

Well, the doctor kept shaking his head and going,

"Uh-huh, uh-huh."

And knowing him, that's gonna cost me about

five dollars an "uh-huh."

Oh, keep the coat on, dear. We're going to have company.

What?

Ben Wilson, our new neighbor, is dropping by.

Company? But, Marion, I-I thought

you'd make the potato salad for the Leopard Lodge picnic.

I brought all the potatoes, and here,

I even brought you a new potato peeler.

And he had better be named Howard Cunningham.

I'm not going to peel and slice and cook...

100 pounds of potatoes? Aw.

Well, I don't expect you to do it, sweetheart.

You'll do 50 pounds now and 50 pounds later.

I know who's going to help me.

Richie. Bye.

There goes the big mouth, right through the door.

Aw.

Oh, that must be our new neighbor.

Oh. Here, Howard.

Well, what do you want me to do with that, Marion?

- Oh. - How do you do?

I'm your new neighbor, Ben Wilson.

Oh, how thoughtful... petunias.

Look, they have the roots still on them.

They have the roots still on 'em...

because your dog ripped 'em out of my garden.

See?

If he sneaks under my fence again, Cunningham,

I'm going to fix him,

and then I'm gonna come over here and fix you.

Oh, is that so?

We don't have a dog, Mr. Wilson.

Hello, Spunky.

No dog, huh? Then who's that? Your son?

That's my son, wise guy.

Yes, for heaven's sakes, see, he's taller.

I don't want him in my yard, either.

Well I don't want you in my house.

Well, should I shut the door, or are you gonna yell some more?

Uh, I better go upstairs.

I got to start on my Moby Dick book report.

Hold it.

Where's Fonzie?

- Fonzie? - Mm-hmm.

Well, I don't know, Dad. Why? What's the problem?

His dog, Spunky, that's the problem.

Mr. Wilson was over here, yelling at me

because he thought I just dug up his yard.

He put the blame on me.

- Oh, he thought you dug up the yard? - Yeah.

He thought you were looking

for a bone or something?

Bad doggie.

Oh, I just hate it when one of the family gets into trouble.

Hey, door's open. How you doing?

Fonz.

I'd like a word with you, Mr. Fonzarelli.

Mr. Fonza... Whoa.

Yeah, our new neighbor just came over here

bellowing at me because your dog Spunky was digging up his yard.

You took flack for me and my dog?

I appreciate that. Thank you very much.

I'll take care of this right now.

Hey, listen, Spunky.

That's right. We're gonna...

Don't try to make up with me.

We're gonna have a dog-to-man talk right now.

You understand that?

Oh, poor Spunky.

Now, look, I've explained this to you before.

You defied the Fonz.

You understand what I'm talking about?

You know what that means? You know what that means?

That means punishment.

First thing: this week, no veggies.

Number two:

no television.

That's right, no television.

No Playhouse 90 for you.

Let's go. Let's go.

Fonzie, your dog watches television?

He's got to. They don't let him in the movies.

Whoa.

Spunky, for days... for days like this.

Sad. Just sad.

Don't worry, Fonz.

Don't worry, Fonz, we'll cheer him up.

Come on, Spunky, this is your party.

Yeah, you're a terrific-looking dog, Spunky.

You really are. You're a great guy.

I tell you.

Hi, guys. Uh, what's going on?

Hey, Rich, we're trying to cheer up Spunky.

Can't you see he's depressed?

Yeah, it's a Happy Depression party.

I can't believe you went through with this.

Hey, Cunningham, I tried everything.

Television, he won't watch.

He won't eat.

I'll tell you something, Cloris Breck and I

took him to the drive-in to see Lassie.

Is he still sad, or is he still sad?

I'll bet Cloris was happy.

Well, I can't stay, Fonz.

I... I got to finish my Moby Dick book report.

I'm way behind. They haven't even spotted the whale yet.

- Cunningham. - Hmm?

Party time.

♪ For he's a jolly good doggie ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good doggie ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good doggie ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny. ♪

Yeah!

Well, here's the cake. Anybody want a piece?

Uh, what kind of cake is that, Al?

It's chopped liver.

- Pass. - Pass.

I'll have a small piece.

Potsie, you're strange.

Hey, if there are any leftovers,

you could put them in a Potsie bag.

Here you are, fella.

A nice piece of cake.

Oh, thanks Al, I already have one.

Just take a bite.

Just a little, tiny bite. Here.

Oh, yeah, it's great.

He's not eating.

Smelling, but not eating.

All right, it's conference time. Get over here.

Aw, Fonz, seriously.

I-I-I'm in trouble with this book report.

Man, I-I didn't even see the movie.

The Cliffs Notes are all sold out.

I couldn't find the classic comics.

Are you finished?

Yeah, let's talk.

I don't know what to do. Nothing's working.

The party ain't working.

He's spunkless. He won't eat, won't play.

He's in dumpsville.

Well, did you ever figure he might be sick?

Why don't you take him to the vet for a checkup?

Don't you think I thought of that?

Oh, well, good. Well, when are you gonna take Spunky?

I haven't thought of that yet.

Why not? I mean, it could just be worms.

Oh, wait a minute, are...

are you afraid to take Spunky to the vet 'cause...

the vet might really find something wrong with him?

Oh, come on, Fonz.

Look, I'll drive down there to the vet.

Okay.

Aw, I hate to break up the party. Look at that...

Potsie's having such a good time.

Here's to you, Spunky.

♪ John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt ♪

♪ His name is my name, too ♪

♪ Bah, ba, ba ♪

♪ Whenever you go out ♪

♪ You can hear the people shout ♪

♪ There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt ♪

♪ Da, da, da, da, da, da, da ♪

Everybody sing!

I'm so sick of whales.

I would have finished this book three days ago

if Ahab had been a trout fisherman.

Joanie, please, dear, please get off the phone.

We have almost 100 potatoes more to peel.

Potato salad with vinegar and onions.

Your father is the only person I know

who doesn't like the mayonnaise kind.

Yeah. I'll be with you in a sec, Mom.

I know Jenny Piccalo's going steady.

That's old news. But you know what I heard?

I heard she had to go steady.

- Yes. - Joanie,

I gave the vet this number and I'm expecting a call.

Now, you've been on there for ten minutes.

Will you get off? Please, get off.

Hey, what are you, the timekeeper?

Yeah, it's him.

Yeah, dumb as ever.

I-I'll call you back later.

Boy, you know, I wish I had my own phone.

I have to call Binky Hodges.

Well, write him a whale.

Uh, a letter. Write him a letter.

Oh, good, good. I'll call him and get his address.

Brothers.

Yuck.

Did they call?

Oh, no. Not yet, Fonz.

Well, it's almost picnic day.

How's the potato salad coming?

Howard, why don't we forget about the potato salad

and pray for rain?

No.

Well, then, give me a hand, please, dear. Come on.

All right, just as soon as I answer this call.

- What? - Hello?

Oh, it's-it's the lab with the results of my physical.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Yeah, blood pressure normal. Do you hear that, Marion?

Not surprised.

Yeah. I got a strong heart, too.

No worms. No worms?

Oh, Dad, um, I'm sure that's the vet

with the results of Spunky's tests.

It was just the vet.

All right, Doc, hello.

This is Spunky's father.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, ho-hold on a minute. Hold on a minute.

He says that the tests are negative.

- You know, that... that he's all right. - Aw. -Aw.

- He's all right. - Oh, good, oh, good.

Yeah?

What?

Whoa.

He just said, "But..."

I can't handle "buts."

Uh, hello?

- Uh-huh. - Uh-huh?

- Oh... - Oh...?

Right, well, uh, thank you, Doctor.

Yeah.

- Well... - Well?

Well, uh, he says that Spunky is fine physically.

- Hey, Spunky's fine physically. - Yeah.

His problem is, uh... mental.

Are you telling me that Spunky is nutso?

All right, Fonz, now-now, let's just examine the situation.

Now, physically, Spunky is just fine,

but, uh, mentally, I guess he's a little depressed.

Let's not talk like that in front of, uh...

Oh, f-fine. Well, I won't use his name anymore.

Yeah, okay.

Now, uh, what would we do if, uh, he were human?

Hey, that's easy.

I'd fix him up with the Hooper triplets.

They could cheer up a statue.

Now, Fonz, you see, this depression...

That's just a symptom.

You got to find out what's causing the symptom

before you can cure it.

I understand what you're saying. I get your drift.

What you're saying is...

we got to delve into this little fella's mind here, right?

Enter.

- Hey, Fonz, Rich. - Oh, hi, guys.

- Hey, Rich. - Hey, Ralph.

Hey, Fonz, we came to cheer up Spunky.

Hey, thanks, guys.

Hi, Spunky. Look who came to meet you.

It's Mr. Kitty Kat!

Meow.

Hi, Spunky, you old dog, you...

Will you get that crazy thing out of here!

Now, Webber, will you talk to him?

You study that psychology or something like that, right?

- Right. - B-But, Fonz, my neighbor's dog

howled at the mitten.

Dog? Howled?

- I even got it in canine. - Barely.

I was a big hit at the pet store.

Webber, sit down. Talk to him, will you?

- Just talk to him. - Right. R-Right, Fonz.

Wait, uh, Fonz, I'm not sure

that Potsie is, you know, really...

qualified to help your dog.

Look, don't worry, I came prepared, Fonz.

Look, I brought over the ink blots from psychology class.

Who cares if your pen leaked?

- Huh? What are you talking...? - No, Fonz,

that's the, uh... that's the Rorschach test.

That's not true.

Spunky's a cocker spaniel, not a Rorschach.

No, it's... it's a psychological examination.

You see, you show a subject the cards,

and then you see how they answer the questions.

- I knew that. - Works great with subjects who can talk.

Oh, Spunky doesn't have to talk.

You can tell by his reactions.

Oh, come on, you got to be kidding.

- No. - Hold it, hold it. Webber sounds almost

like he's making sense here. Where'd you read this stuff?

Oh, I didn't read it... I heard about it

from this lady psychologist who was lecturing at college.

Her name is Dr. Joyce Brothers.

A psychologist for dogs?

All right, now, uh,

it sounds like it could work, you know.

Wait a minute, Fonz, you don't think

a psychologist is gonna be able to help your dog, do you?

Well, it's better than showing my dog dirty pictures.

Dirty pictures?

What's dirty about two spiders hanging their laundry?

Two spiders hanging their laundry?

Well, maybe they're ironing.

Hey, Malph, uh...

why don't you drop by psychology class tomorrow?

I'm sure we can use you for an experiment.

Sure, I'd love to.

We got a gig tomorrow.

Will you guys cut it out!

Where can I find this lady?

Well, I'm assigned to drive her to the airport.

Maybe I can get her to stop by on her way to the plane.

I want to tell you something, I want to tell you something,

me and the Spunk are very grateful

for this big favor you might do for us.

Aw, thanks, Fonz.

- It's not that big a favor. - Oh.

Come on, Fonz, it's your dog.

All right, all right, just a second.

That's enough. Now, get out of here.

- All right, I'll see you. - Bye, Fonz.

Thanks a lot for coming over.

Hey, Spunkola...

I hope you cheer up.

♪♪

Oh, that's great news. Thanks a lot.

Marion, that was the lab,

and they just gave me a clean bill of health.

Oh, good.

I was so afraid you'd be allergic to peeling potatoes.

Marion, I would like to help you,

but I've got to get down to the Leopard Lodge

- and pick up the trailer. - What's the trailer for?

Well, I can't get all this potato salad

in the trunk of my car.

Oh, no, Howard, you can't go just yet, because...

- Why not? - The psychologist is coming by

any minute, and Fonzie says he wants everybody to be here.

Oh, Marion, but what am I gonna do with all this potato salad?

Don't worry, dear, I have it stored around.

Mom!

Mom!

Do you know what's in the bathtub?

Oh, my dear! Did something get in the potato salad?

Marion... It's a cool place, Howard.

Well, here's your potato salad back, Mom.

Mrs. Cleaver was already in the tub.

How many houses in the neighborhood

did you hit, Marion?

Well, there's Mrs...

- Oh, never mind! - Never mind, never mind.

Oh, here, dear, I'll help you.

Oh, hi, Fonz.

Hey, uh, how's Spunky doing, huh?

Oh, he's the same.

I'm really counting on that psychiatrist chick

- to help me out. - Oh. I don't know, uh, Fonzie,

I'm not so sure about that woman.

I mean, animal psychology...

Hey, listen, the woman's got to be legit.

Oh, it's true, Howard... The college hired her.

Eh, good. If she doesn't work out,

we can always use the track coach, hmm?

Oh, there she is, there she is.

- I'll get it. - All right, dear.

Oh, hello.

How do you do?

This is our daughter.

Everybody, this is Dr. Joyce Brothers.

- How do you do? - Oh, it's so nice to meet you.

- Come in, please. - Please come in.

I just want to say, on behalf of me and the Spunk,

I think it's fabamundo that you came here to help us out.

Oh, it's no trouble at all.

Are you the boy who saw spiders hanging laundry?

Oh, no, no, that wasn't me.

That was, uh... my friend with the cat on his hand.

Oh, come on, Doc, what about my dog here?

- Yes, of course. - What about Spunky?

Everybody, won't you please sit down?

- Oh. -Oh, sure. - Well, fine.

Here you go, Mrs. C.

- Oh, thank you, Warren. - Now, about the dog.

Various studies have shown

that many animals are treated as actual family members.

For this reason, the added responsibility given the pet

has made him assimilate various and sundry

Homo sapiens traits and neuroses.

Hey, those are my thoughts exactly.

Uh, what's-what's that mean?

It means you have a very disturbed little doggie,

and it's possible that one of you here is responsible.

Oh, come on, you're talking to us as if we were suspects.

Well, Doc, uh...

it's got to be my f-f-faul...

I mean, I-I'm the doggie's master.

I-I-I'm so sorry there, Spunky.

No!

No, it isn't.

It's my fault.

See, I-I used to play catch with Spunky.

Every day, we'd go into the side yard

and we'd have a friendly little game of catch.

But now that I'm in college, I haven't been doing it.

I've been rejecting that little dog.

No!

Don't take the blame for me, Richard.

It was the other morning, Spunky came downstairs

and I was upset, and I just... just shut the door in his face.

Oh, I could just kill myself.

It's me! I took the dog -

for a walk the other day, and I lost his...

- His what? - His squeaky little toy.

It's me!

I ate his chopped liver cake.

Potsie, will you sit down!

He was depressed before the cake.

Oh, thanks, Fonz.

Hold it.

Hold it! Now, just stop all of this, huh?

Do you have a confession to make?

Me? No. Nothing.

Why? Do I look like a suspect?

No, but...

do you always wear that silly hat?

I'm a Leopard.

Sorry, I'm only here for the dog.

All of these confessions are

very interesting, but I don't think the environment

is the problem.

Well, is that bad?

Well, I don't know.

It's possible that your little animal friend

is a victim of urban blight.

What... exactly is urban blight?

Pollution, noise, cars,

the hustle and bustle of city life.

I recommend that your dog be relieved of his misery.

Heyyy!

Nobody's gonna put my dog's lights out.

No, he's a terrific dog!

You can't do that. You can't do that.

No, you don't understand. I just mean that

he ought to go to the country for a while.

Oh, you mean like... like a farm.

Yes, exactly.

Clean air, hills to romp on,

clover to roll in.

Uh, ma'am,

uh, where are we gonna find a place

where he can, you know, find hills and-and clover?

Mrs. Willis sends her poodle to a doggie dude ranch.

Doggie dude ranch.

Doggie dude ranch?

Now, wait a minute, wait a minute, Cunningham.

Yeah, there's nothing that's too good for my Spunky.

I think I'm gonna send him to a doggie dude ranch, yeah.

Uh, Dr. Brothers, your plane leaves in 30 minutes.

Oh, we'd better get going.

I'm sure your dog is going to be just fine.

Yeah, hey, Doc, let me just tell you something, uh,

Spunky and I deeply appreciate you came here, you know?

Well, I'm very glad to meet all of you.

- Yes. We'll walk you to the door. - You're such nice people.

- So long. - See you later.

This is the nicest family.

I haven't yet figured out about the potato salad,

but I will.

- Bye, now. - Doctor? Let me tell you about my father.

- Yeah. - It all started

when I was born...

Yeah, and this is his little hat, you know.

Yeah, a... a cowboy hat?

Well, what else is he gonna wear at a doggie dude ranch?

Oh, no, it makes good sense to me.

Oh, we used to play fetch-it with this, you know?

And then Spunky used to bring the ball back to you, huh?

Oh, no, no, he... he'd run away with it,

you know, like he was running away from me.

Then he'd drop it next to the first available girl.

Then I'd... fetch it.

Oh.

Oh, his favorite chewing slipper.

Oh, you know, my dad has a pair just like that.

He's still got one.

Oh. What's that?

It's his little jacket right here.

That's cute. It's, uh... it's made out of leather.

Oh, am I gonna miss him.

Yeah, but I... I figure you're doing the right thing, Fonz.

Well, if I'm doing the right thing, why does it hurt so much?

Who's that?

Peaches? Peaches!

Excuse me. Have you...

Oh, Peaches, there you are. You bad girl!

I apologize for this.

She's been acting very depressed lately,

and when I opened the door to take her for a walk,

she ran away and headed right up here.

I'm sorry we disturbed you.

Oh, hey, say no more.

- Hi. - Hi.

My name's Eileen Wilson.

Uh, we just moved in next door.

Your dog Peaches has been depressed lately?

It doesn't want to play, no energy?

Oh. You see, his dog's been having the same problem.

Well, look at them now.

Yeah. I think what we got here

is a case of, uh, puppy love.

I don't think you're gonna have to take Spunky

to any doggie dude ranch now.

Hey, correctomundo.

However, I got a better suggestion.

Peaches and Spunky got to see a lot more of each other.

Oh, well, I never let Peaches out alone.

- I'm always with her. - I was counting on that.

Let me ask you a question.

Your dog ever dig up a bone up there

at, uh, Inspiration Point?

No. But it sounds like fun.

- Hey, you ain't whistling Dixie. - Come on.

Oh, no, I've got to finish my book report.

I can't go up there with you. It's due tomorrow. I...

Not you, Red.

The dogs.

Huh? All right, come on, let's go.

- All right, all right, come on. - Here we go.

Oh, wait for me down at the bottom of the stairs, huh?

Whoa.

"Make potato salad with vinegar and onions.

It's my favorite kind."

It's too bad it wasn't anybody else's favorite, Howard.

So we had a little potato salad left over.

Not just a little, Howard.

Oh... There was a lot!

And I'm not taking leftover potato salad sandwiches

to school tomorrow.

That's right, and don't try

- and pawn them off on me, either. - Yeah.

All right, so I made a mistake!

We should've had the kind of potato salad

that has mayonnaise in it!

So I goofed! I'm sorry!

What do you want me to do about it?

Sit in it!

♪ These happy days are yours and mine ♪

♪ Happy Days! ♪

♪ Good-bye, gray sky, hello, blue ♪

♪ There's nothing can hold me when I hold you ♪

♪ It feels so right, it can't be wrong ♪

♪ Rockin' and rollin' all week long ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪ - ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Share them with me ♪ - ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ These happy days are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪