Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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