Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm Bobby Brady, and this is my sister Cindy.

Wait and see what he thinks about it

Well, I don't think there's much we can do.

You wanted to chase after that Indian boy.

I call you Dove of Morning Light.

I cried then, too.

our people came down from the rim of the canyon.

custom demands that you must dance now.

♪ Who was busy with three boys of his own ♪

we'll all have a groovy time.

We raise tall corn, race fast horses.

All these people seated around this fire

He thinks because I speak of buffalo,

I thought you'd cry when we got lost.

Well, getting lost takes a lot out of you.

♪ Became the Brady Bunch ♪

Well, I can understand that.

What did your grandfather say