Thursday, September 30, 2010

Here's the Story . . . of a Man Named Tony

Throughout television history there've been many examples of model fathers.  Some, like Andy Taylor and Ward Cleaver, were models of kindness and understanding while others would better serve as an example of how NOT to raise a family.  Homer Simpson and Al Bundy come immediately to mind.  Generally speaking, though, every TV dad was more or less a perfect match for his particular family.  Sure, Al Bundy was an idiot, but so were his wife and kids.  Ward Cleaver was a great father, and his family reflected that.

So whaddaya say we have a little fun here?  What if we took one of our favorite TV families and replaced their father with the dad from a different show entirely?  I mean, how would the Brady kids have turned out if their father was, say, Tony Soprano?

Remember the episode of the Brady Bunch where a bully named Buddy Hinton picked on Cindy for talking with a lisp?  "Baby talk, baby talk, it's a wonder you can walk," he'd say, sending poor Cindy home in tears.  One afternoon, on their way home from Clinton Avenue Elementary School, Peter decided to stand up for his little sister, telling Buddy to knock it off.  Buddy then said to Peter, "why don't you make me?" and ended up kicking Peter's ass.  Peter and Cindy went home with their tails between their legs, and told their father what had happened.  Being an unrealistically optimistic pacifist, Mike Brady tried to reason with Buddy's father, with no success.  But how would Tony Brady (formerly Soprano) have handled the situation?

We pick up the scene in the Brady family room, with Peter and Cindy talking to their father. 

TONY: Whoa, what the fuck happened to your face, Pete?

PETER: I got in a fight with Buddy Hinton.

TONY: A fight over what?

PETER: He was making fun of Cindy.

TONY: Is that right.

CINDY: Yeth, Daddy.  He wath making fun of my lithp.  He thaid I thound like a baby.

TONY: That's why I told your mother to take you to the fuckin' speech therapist.  Haven't ya been going?

CINDY: Mommy thaid not to tell you we've been going to the mall inthtead of the thpeech clatheth.  That would be tattling.

TONY: I'll deal wit' your mother later.  So Peter, dis Hinton character, I might wanna have a word wit' his fuckin' father.  You happen to know where he lives?

PETER: The Hintons live over on Sherwood Avenue, it's the blue house with the cobblestone driveway.  I can show you if you want.

CINDY: Can I go too, Daddy?  I want to thee you talk to Mithter Hinton.

TONY: No, Cindy, you better stay here wit' Alice.  Let's go, Pete, we gotta stop by and pick up Silvio and Christopher and then we'll have a little chat wit' dat douchebag's old man.

Tony and Peter make a quick stop at Brady Bing, the strip club Tony owns and manages.  Peter repeats the whole story to Tony's consiglieri Silvio Dante and lower-level associate Christopher Moltisanti.  They drive over to the Hintons' place and Tony rings the doorbell. 

MR. HINTON (opening the door): Who the hell are you greaseballs?

Silvio busts Mr. Hinton in the temple with the butt-end of his .44-caliber pistol, and then unleashes a knee to the stugots (that's mob talk for "nuts").  Hinton crumples to the ground, where Christopher and Sil proceed to kick him repeatedly in the ribs. 

TONY: Get the fuck up, ya fuckin' fanook.  Chris, Sil, help him out.

Christopher and Sil lift the semi-conscious Hinton to his feet and hold him upright. 

TONY: Where's your kid?

HINTON: Humph?

TONY: Your son Buddy.  Get him out here.  He should see this.

HINTON (groaning): Buddy!  Come down here for a minute!

Buddy hustles down the stairs. 

BUDDY: What is it Da - aaaaah!  What's going on?

TONY: Hi Buddy.  So I hear youse been makin' fun of my little girl Cindy.  Is that right?

BUDDY: NO!  I NEVER SAID ANYTHING TO HER!

Tony pulls out his own pistol and fires a bullet into Mr. Hinton's thigh.  Christopher punctuates this with an elbow to Hinton's mouth. 

TONY (to Mr. Hinton, who is moaning in pain): You might wanna explain to your kid dat he should probably tell da truth in dis situation.

HINTON (pulling out what's left of his broken front teeth): Buthy . . . jutht tell Mither Brady duh trooth . . .

PETER: Gee, Mr. Hinton, you sure talk funny!

Christopher and Sil chuckle softly, and drop Mr. Hinton who curls up in a fetal position on the living room floor. 

BUDDY: Okay, okay, I've been teasing Cindy, but I was only playing around.  I didn't mean to hurt her feelings.  I'll never do it again, I promise.

TONY: Whaddaya tink, Peter?  Does Buddy sound like he's sorry?  Or do you tink he might need a little more, how should we say dis, um, encouragement?

PETER: He's been doing it for a while, Dad, and remember he did punch me in the face.

TONY: Right, I almost forgot about dat.  Christopher, go get da baseball bat from da trunk.

CHRISTOPHER: You got it, T.

Christopher exits, then returns a moment later wielding a 33-ounce Louisville Slugger, Jorge Posada model. 

CHRISTOPHER: T, you're not gonna ask me to beat up a kid, are ya? 

TONY: No, of course not.  Give da bat to Peter.

Peter takes the bat and without a word, rams it knob-first into Buddy's mouth.  Then, in one swift motion, he swings low, dislocating the younger Hinton's right knee.  Buddy falls to the ground next to his father, crying. 

BUDDY: I'm thorry!  I'm thorry!  I'm thorry!

PETER (to Buddy): Baby talk, baby talk, it'll be a while till you can walk.  C'mon Dad, let's get the fuck outta here.

TONY: Dat's my boy.

Tony, Peter, Silvio, and Christopher leave the house, leaving Buddy and his dad lying on the floor bleeding.

We're not even going to discuss what would happen to Mike Brady if he somehow had to take over the Soprano family.


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20 comments:

Pearl said...

That wath awethome!

Pearl

Heff said...

Story painted an EXCELLENT visual, lol !

And hey - Send me Peggy Bundy ANYTIME.

Eva Gallant said...

I wasn't a fan of the Sopranos, but I get the picture!

otin said...

stopped me dead in my tracks in the reader! Some of the funniest shit ever!!!!

vickilikesfrogs said...

You had me at "What the fuck happened to your face, Pete"!!

Good stuff, there!

Kelley said...

Ha!! I love your creativity! That's my kind of blog. I saw your name on Vicki's Glitterfrog blog & had to come to check you out. You've been checked (no tics!) & I am definitely following!

Suldog said...

Strictly hilarious stuff. As an aside, I love the fact that you gave Hugh Beaumont his props. In a sea of (mostly) inept TV dads of the 50's and 60's, his character of Ward Cleaver stood out as intelligent, caring, and fairly realistic.

AngiRose said...

That was great! Had the real Brady Bunch show been like this, I might have watched it more.

CatLadyLarew said...

Tony Soprano's got it all over Mike Brady! Bring it!

lime said...

thuperb!

and i totally want the other side of the story when mike brady takes over the sopranos. this is way better than wife swap!

Jenn Flynn-Shon said...

I just picture Cindy with huge AquaNet hair and a bunch of gold chains and rings glitterring (just like Dre) as she cuddles her little teddy bear.

Brady Bing...classic!

Peter Varvel said...

Violins! More violins (and sax!) like this, please.
Dude, you're hysterical!

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Feeling a little violent, Knuck?

What I really liked here--besides the whole setup, of course--was the reference to "a 33-ounce Louisville Slugger, Jorge Posada model." Very specific, a bit obscure, and it lends a air of authenticity.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Feeling a little violent, Knuck?

What I really liked here--besides the whole setup, of course--was the reference to "a 33-ounce Louisville Slugger, Jorge Posada model." Very specific, a bit obscure, and it lends a air of authenticity.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Feeling a little violent, Knuck?

What I really liked here--besides the whole setup, of course--was the reference to "a 33-ounce Louisville Slugger, Jorge Posada model." Very specific, a bit obscure, and it lends a air of authenticity.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Feeling a little violent, Knuck?

What I really liked here--besides the whole setup, of course--was the reference to "a 33-ounce Louisville Slugger, Jorge Posada model." Very specific, a bit obscure, and it lends a air of authenticity.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

Don't ask me how my comment got saved four times. Weird.

Julie said...

LOVE the thtory of Daddy Thoprano!

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