Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a 120-pound boomerang.
Oh, I'm glad you're home.
120 pound?
I... bu... he... well
That's marvelous.
are probably just that.
Oh, Mike, don't be silly.
you built and bragged about for so long
did you hear that strange creaking?
Not a mouse, Mr. Brady.
I mean, Mom and Dad really want to sell the house now.
The old McIntyre house up on the hill has lots of rooms.
Yeah, guess so.
Hi, Bert, come on in.
That was no house settling.
kind of depresses me, Mrs. Brady.
for all these strange sounds.
of acting scared last night with Mom and Alice.
That's why he didn't hear it, Mrs. Brady,
Voices in the night, chains rattling,
to live around here anymore.
with a lot more space.
Alice... you have just read my mind.
Good. I know what... "un-nana-mus" means
Okay, locked again.
Don't worry, honey.
of what are odd little noises, Mr. Brady.
♪ Became the Brady Bunch ♪
Happy, not hysterical.
as I have been for the past few evenings,
And the real estate man's
That's Tiger howling at the moon.
Did you hear that, all you other ghosts?
that inhuman moaning...
I'm a man of many talents.
Uh, banging a-against the shutters.
before the kids get a radar fix on them