My Three Sons

My Three Sons.

Sorry.

It's Bonnie Baxter Teen Time.

Let's have some fun, fun, fun!

Hey, there he is!

There's Robbie!

Where?

Where?

Oh, he went off the edge.

There, he's coming back!

Yep, yep, you're right.

There's Robbie, all right.

Where's the fellow with the whip?

What whip?

Well, don't tell me they're doing that just because they like him.

Sure, they're having fun.

How can you tell?

Because Bonnie Baxter said so.

Don't you remember?

Fun, fun, fun!

Well, I've seen bigger smiles than that on Ben Casey.

That was a pretty good one, wasn't it, Auntie?

Aga-baga!

Okay, all you lovely people, listen to your old Uncle Bud.

Now, look, he just got washed.

One more week.

That's all, just seven sets of 24 to submit your entry in our final quarter of our teen-time songwriting contest.

Don't forget, now, one more week, so get them in.

Aga-baga!

There you go again.

What's with this aga-baga?

Aga-baga!

That means it's boss.

Well, why don't you just talk like everyone else and say it's boss?

Because this is aga-baga!

Wasn't Harry's aga-baga?

You really like that freepy jazz?

It wasn't either freepy.

Oh, come on now, Nancy.

Now, if that was a song, tell me one good thing about it.

One good thing.

Well, it was catchy.

Are you kidding?

Well, I can't remember that thing.

Nobody could.

Don't point those lips my way, pretty baby.

Okay, all right, all right.

It's catchy.

But so are measles.

Boy, if I couldn't write a better song than that, then I'd... What?

Well, then I'd give up, that's what.

Then why don't you do it?

You've got a whole week.

I suppose you think I couldn't write a song, huh?

I think you could.

You do, huh?

I think you're a very clever boy.

Yeah?

Well, uh, let's go in before Chip and Mike eat all the food wet.

You think I couldn't write a song, don't you?

Robbie, I think you could.

Hey, fellas, I got some great news.

Chip, turn off that television.

I can't.

I'm doing my homework.

Turn it off.

Robbie's got something to tell you.

Oh, I just won the Indians.

We're winning.

We've got an emergency.

Sorry, Sally.

That was Charlie.

Sorry, Charlie.

What's the emergency?

Well, Robbie's just finished his song, and he wants to tape it.

We're going to be the vocal background.

Oh, hi, gang.

Hi, Steve.

Hi, Dad.

Bob, was there a call for me today from Reinhardt?

Reinhardt Aviation?

Well, unless it's right there on that pad.

Well, it isn't here.

You sure there wasn't a call?

Well, maybe they sent it over by carrier pigeon, and he forgot to knock.

What's the problem, Dad?

A big assignment at Reinhardt Aviation is the problem.

They submitted sketches for modification of their jet trainer about ten days ago, and nobody will talk to me.

But nobody.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, hi, Chip.

See?

I talked to you.

Well, thanks, Chip.

I feel a lot better.

Well, you got the guitar out, huh, Rob?

Going to have gypsy music with dinner?

Well, I finished my song for the contest.

Well?

Good for you.

You ordered it on account of that funky Nancy Gordon.

Nobody asked you, Chip.

Well, play it for me, will you, Rob?

I'd like to hear it.

You will.

I've lined up some background music, and we're all going to tape it right here.

Yeah, I borrowed Nelson's tape recorder.

Well, Robbie Douglas and his teenage quartet, huh?

Quintet.

One, two, three, four.

Five.

Oh, me too, huh?

Yes, you're in.

Well, fine.

Let's get at it.

Right after dinner.

Real family project, huh?

Oh, great.

You know what they say about the family that sings together?

Yeah, they lose all their neighbors.

Okay, I'll go through it first, and then we'll work out the arrangements for the quintet later.

Okay.

All right, hit it, Johan.

When all the world is sad and blue, and out the window hope has flew, the only thing.

...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hold it, hold it.

Out the window hope has flew?

Well, yeah.

It has to rhyme with blue, doesn't it?

Can't argue with that, Mike.

Rob, why don't you try out the window hope just flew?

Wouldn't that be a little better?

Just flew?

Out the window hope just flew.

Yeah, I guess it would work, Dad.

Thanks.

I'll start at the top again.

Jeepers, do you have to?

Go ahead, Rob.

It sounds very good.

When all the world is sad and blue And out the window hope just flew The only thing I

hear from you is Ugga bugga, ooh, ooh, ooh Ugga bugga, ooh, ooh, ooh Rob, hold it.

Ugga bugga?

Yeah, that's the name of the song, Dad.

Ugga bugga.

What does it mean?

Well, it means boss.

You know, everything's great.

According to who?

Too nasty.

She says it all the time.

I told you you wrote it on account of that goofy girl.

Nobody asked me.

Thanks, Dad.

I'll start all over again, okay?

Boy, how do you exact from being a brother?

Go ahead, Brian.

When all the world is sad and blue When out the window hope just flew The only

thing I hear from you is Ugga bugga ooh ooh ooh Ugga bugga ooh ooh ooh Ugga bugga

ooh ooh ooh When all the world is sad and blue When out the window hope just flew.

When out the window hope just flew The only thing I hear from you is Ugga bugga

ooh ooh ooh The only thing I hear from you is Ugga bugga ooh ooh ooh I can't do it!

Well, there you guys go again.

I'm sorry.

I'll tell you.

That Ugga bugga kind of gets to me.

That's all.

Dad, this is serious business.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Now come on gang.

From the top again.

Now are you all set?

Yes.

Chip, will you please try to get it right this time?

Well I'm trying, but I'm just a little kid.

Oh, now it's Chip's bedtime.

In a few more minutes, he'll be on time and a half.

Okay, all right, here we go.

All right.

Record.

Take number nine.

When all the world is sad and blue And our feelings are both just blue The only thing

I hear from you is Ugga buga ooh ooh ooh Ugga buga ooh ooh ooh Our teenage lives is

oh so bleak And our fun and our whims But you're as rosy as an apple Cheek with your

ugga buga eek eek eek Ugga buga eek eek eek How can you be so cheerful?

Don't you know that life's a sad?

How can you look for the bright side When there's so much more that is bad?

Ooh!

Bad!

Ah!

Bad!

Whoa!

Friday night, there's no place to go You both want to go home when life gets worse But do you care?

The answer is no You say ugga buga oh oh oh Ugga buga oh oh oh Ugga buga U-U-U Ugga

buga E-E-E Ugga buga Oh oh oh But I want you anyhow Ugga buga U-U-U Ugga buga E-E-E.

Ugga buga Oh oh oh But I want you anyhow Ugga buga.

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I thought I told you, Dad.