The Brady kids had a cousin. His name was Cousin Oliver, which I always found weird. I don't call my family by their label (Sister Lulu, Cousin Zeke, that just sounds weird), but such is Hollywood. I had always secretly suspected that he was the love child of Alice and Sam the butcher, and that the Brady's, big as their hearts were, had agreed to raise the boy as one of the bunch.
My theory was wrong, and soon Cousin Oliver was sent packing. The entire show went with him.
What, you may ask, became of the boy, or more importantly the boy that played him? Robbie Rist is alive and well. You can read his story at Strollerderby.
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