All language subtitles for The 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 bet you Marcia

invites that Paula Tardy

Boy is she hung up on you

That's a discussing thought

I'll probably have to hide all
night!

Maybe I'll have to hide too

sombody might be hung up on me.

Hey fellas!

Comn' I can use a little help!

What's up dad?

I'm going to get the sleeping
bags out of the storage room

and air them out!

Are we going camping?

Like on Saturday night?

While all the girls are here?

Well 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
sourdeans

Are they going to sleep in the
backyard?

No they are going to sleep in
the leaving room

In the sleeping bags!

In our sleeping bags!

They will get them all perfumed!

We will all stink!

Now that will be enough of that

Comn' help me!

Let's have
hot dogs.
Good idea.

Why not
hamburgers?

No, hot dogs
are easier.

Hot dogs.

How about
jelly beans?

...and one bag
jellybeans.

With mustard and relish!

I'll have some pickles too.

First...round...pick

And jelly beans!

Thanks, Alice.

And one bag of jelly
beans!

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.

Mr. Randolph?

Does Mrs. Denvon really look
like that?

Unfortunatly yes...

It could be George Washington.

Well of course it could.

You know, she admit 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 out to take Marcias word
for it.

Well I think we should too.

Of course this is just our
judgment.

There is no way to prove it to
Mr. Randolph.

I know.

What about the slumber party?

As far as I'm concerned

The punishment at home is off!

Let's have the party!

Good!

I'll tell her.

And I'll tell general custer

to get our food and save her out
of Mofpost.

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 )

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.

( all laughing and screeching )

You guys, you guys-- shh.

Hey guys lets play ha --

Yes!!

Move over!

Everybody ready?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ha -- ha

( 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.

Spiderwebs 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...