The Brady Bunch

Thank you.

Here's my essay, Mrs. Watson.

Thank you.

Oh, what a splendid title, Jan.

"What America Means To Me."

I hope the judges like it.

I hope so, too.

Incidentally, I'm very pleased

with the way that your work has been improving, Jan.

Thank you.

Of course, I always expect great things from a Brady.

Oh?

Your sister Marcia

was one of the best students I ever had.

I know, you've told me.

And I'm sure that if you try hard enough

you can do as well as your sister.

Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hi, Jan.

Hi, Marcia.

Hello, Mrs. Watson.

Oh, Marcia, we were just talking about you.

Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute.

I stopped by to walk home with you.

I think I can do that all by myself.

Gee... I wonder what's bugging her.

Mother?

Mom?

Hi, honey.

Mom, have you seen my awards?

They're not on my shelf.

No, I haven't.

Well, they were there

when I left for school this morning.

Well, maybe Alice took them down to dust them.

That must be it. Thanks.

Alice?

Oh, yeah?

Did you take my awards down to dust?

No, I didn't, Marcia.

They were in the usual place

when I cleaned this morning.

Well, they're not there now.

We'll find them, sweetie.

A whole lifetime of achievements were on that shelf.

All my years of hard work.

All my awards.

Gone, gone, gone.

And you never got a dramatic award?

Alice, it isn't funny.

Well, they've got to be around somewhere, honey.

What about the boys?

Maybe they're pulling one of their jokes.

The boys...

they sure do have a dumb sense of humor.

You missed again.

Now watch a master show you how to do it.

I can do that without being a master.

Watch me, you guys.

Any questions?

All right, you guys.

Now which one of you took them?

Took what?

You know what.

Marcia, we didn't take anything.

And we're trying to play ball.

They're just trying.

I know how.

Hey, give me it.

No.

Nobody gets the ball until I get a straight answer.

What do you want me to do

take it right out of your hands?

Hey... Hey, what's all the yelling about, huh?

She stole our ball.

I'm just trying to find out

what they did with my school awards.

They took them from my room.

We did not.

At least, I didn't.

Me neither. I wouldn't touch them.

I can't even reach them.

Well, fellas, let's stop kidding around, huh?

Honest, Dad, I didn't lay a hand on 'em.

Me, neither.

I'm too short.

Well, somebody took them.

Mom hasn't seen them and neither has Alice.

All right, honey, don't worry.

Come on, I'm sure we'll find them.

Here.

Marcia, were the boys responsible

for the missing awards?

Well, they said they weren't.

Marcia, if you're through with these

can I have them?

Where did you find my awards, Cindy?

In the closet in my room.

The closet?

What on earth were they doing there?

Hey, I could scratch your name off, Marcia, and put mine on it.

Sorry, Cindy.

Cindy Brady. Class President.

Hey, that would be really neat.

I wonder how they got in the closet.

Thanks for finding them, Cindy.

You're welcome.

I wonder who could have done that, Mike?

I don't know, honey.

Everybody's denied it

I guess except one person... Jan.

But why would Jan do it?

That's a good question.

Oh, Jan, did you put these awards of mine

in the closest?

What if I did?

Well, why would you do a thing like that?

Because I felt like it, that's why.

What kind of a dumb reason is that?

I want to know why you did it.

It's none of your business.

Jan, wait a minute!

I don't care to discuss it.

Come back here!

Honey, hand me a screw, would you? Sure.

Well, you must admit it was a goofy thing to do!

So I'm goofy! What's that to you?

You can at least tell me why!

Hand me another screw, would you?

That's not the point.

It is as far as I'm concerned.

But it was such a dumb thing to do.

Was it something I did to make you mad?

I told you, I don't want to talk about it.

Just tell me why you did it.

I don't have to tell you anything.

Oh, hi.

What's all the yelling up there?

What's wrong?

Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.

Uh-huh. That's the kind of nothing

that bothers me the most.

Come on.

I didn't hurt the awards.

Marcia always makes such a big deal out of everything.

Jan, if those had been your awards

and Marcia had dumped them somewhere

wouldn't you be upset, too?

I guess.

But every time Marcia turns around

they hand her a blue ribbon or something.

Oh, now, Jan, you know that isn't so.

Marcia's worked very hard for those things.

Well, all I hear all day long at school

is how great Marcia is at this

or how wonderful Marcia did that.

Marcia, Marcia, Marcia.

Now, sweetheart...

All those awards

staring me in the face was too much.

I'm tired of being in Marcia's shadow all the time.

Now, Jan, you're not in anybody's shadow.

Well, Marcia's three years older than you.

She should have more to show for herself.

Maybe. But everything comes so easy for her.

Oh, Jan, come on. You have to be realistic about this.

Nobody, nobody, has smooth sailing all the time.

Well, that's right.

Marcia has her disappointments, too.

She doesn't always win.

You'll never guess what.

I just got a call from the school.

I've been made editor of the school newspaper!

That's fine, honey.

That's great, Marcia.

I've got to call Jennifer.

She'll just flip.

See what I mean?

She wants to be editor... boom, she's editor.

Jan, you're really not being fair.

You know that Marcia's been working on that for months.

Look, honey, now, if you really feel

you're in your sister's shadow

do something about it.

Get out and develop your own talent.

That's right, Jan.

Some of us are good at one thing

and some of us are good at another.

It's like your father and I always say

find out what you do best

and then do your best with it.

Maybe you're right. But what can I do best?

Well, if you keep your eyes open