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Nice going, Fred.

Two more strikes, and you'll have a perfect game.

Yes, sir. I'm in great form tonight.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

It's right in the groove, Fred.

Hey, look at those pins fly.

Yeah, those new automatic pin spotters sure speed up the game.

You're next, Barney.

Get your ball while I throw this last strike.

- You think you can do it, Fred? - You are bowlin' with the master, Barn.

It's all in the back swing.

Hey! Hey, watch it, Fred.

Now don't be telling me how to bowl, Barney.

I never realized it before, Fred,

but a bowling ball takes a terrific beating.

Barney, what are you doing?

You are supposed to be back here, bowling.

I'm comin', Fred. I'm comin'.

Boy, some guys will do anything for a laugh.

Nice going, pal.

You ruined the perfect game for me.

- I gotta good mind to... - Take it easy, Fred.

If you're in a mood for a good fight,

why don't we go home and watch 'em on TV?

Hey, that's a good idea, Barney.

Come on. We'll go to my house.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

♪ Flintstones, meet the Flintstones They're the modern stone age family ♪

♪ From the town of Bedrock They're a page right out of history ♪

♪ Let's ride with the family down the street

Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet ♪

♪ When you're with the Flintstones Have a yabba-dabba-doo time ♪

♪ A dabba-doo time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪♪

Whatever happened to the good old days

when Saturday meant the big night out with our boyfriends?

We goofed it, that's what happened.

- What do you mean? - We married our boyfriends.

How true. Now they go out bowling Saturday nights.

And leave us home to catch up with the housework.

They should talk.

I'm not even getting overtime for this messy job.

But who can catch up?

Between the laundry, the dishes and Pebbles,

nothing's ever dry at the same time.

You know something, Wilma, you should have a maid.

Sure. And I should have a mink coat, too.

But you know what? I'd settle for a husband

who'd just wipe his feet before coming into the house.

Evening, girls.

Hello, Pebbles, darling.

- See what I mean? - I sure do.

"I used to hate mopping up after the children,

but it's fun since I switched to Instant Moppo."

Now, Wilma, you sound just like that TV commercial.

Which reminds me, Peter Rockbind's on now.

Ooh, I'm glad you remembered, Betty. Let's watch.

Open Mouth with your narrator and host, Peter Rockbind.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

It is an incontrovertible reality that we, the citizens of the fast-moving Stone Age,

must now forfeit much of the time

once utilized for the acquisition of erudition.

I just love him. He's so down-to-earth.

Now, our problem is this:

How may we educate, influence, if you will,

the man who has no time or desire to listen?

We're out of luck, Fred. The girls have that culture stuff on.

Let's go watch the sportcast on your TV, Barn.

I'm in the mood for a good fight.

Keep muddying up my clean floor and you won't have to ask twice.

Our guest for tonight is the famous psychologist,

Dr. Terratso Firma.

Dr. Firma, are you there?

Ah, there you are.

Goodness, he's distinguished-looking, isn't he?

I bet his wife never had dish pan hands up to her shoulders.

Dr. Firma, is it not true that the powers of suggestion,

both direct and subliminal, are tremendous?

Well, yes, Peter. Actually...

Is it also not true that you have done much research

in the field of sleep-teaching?

Yes, indeed. I...

We're so eager to hear your remarks on this fascinating subject.

- Well... - Think of it, ladies and gentlemen.

A person can actually be taught while asleep.

No kidding?

Boy, would I like to teach Fred not to snore.

The sleeper is defenseless.

He can be thoroughly influenced by repeated suggestions.

- Tell us about it, Dr. Firma. - You see, the subconscious...

That's right. The subconscious hears and records everything.

Repeat a suggestion over and over again to a sleeping individual,

and upon waking, he will act on the suggestion.

Wilma, does that mean what I think it means?

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Wives can be taught to save money,

children can be taught their school lessons,

and husbands, ha, ha, can be taught to wipe their feet.

Uh-oh, Wilma, here comes your abominable snowman.

What brings you home so soon, dear?

Barney's set is on the blink.

I'm going to bed.

Thank you very much for telling us about sleep-teaching, Dr. Firma.

You've been a fascinating guest.

Next week, our guest will be...

I wonder if it would work.

We'll never know till we try.

It seems kind of sneaky.

- Let's try tonight. - Where do we start?

I don't know about Barney, but Fred is long overdue for a raise.

So is Barney. But he's been too chicken to ask for one.

Let's turn our chickens into tigers.

What do you say, partner?

Fred, are you asleep?

Listen, Fred, you want a raise.

Yeah, I want a raise.

Tomorrow, you're going to see Mr. Slate and demand more money.

Demand more money.

You are a tiger.

- And you get what you ask for. - No.

No, I'm chicken, and he won't give it to me.

Uh-oh. This may take all night.

Now, what are you going to do in the morning?

Gonna hit old Slate for a raise.

And what are you?

I am a tiger.

And what do tigers do when they come into the house?

They wipe their feet.

Good little tiger.

Good night, Fred.

- Ahh! What was that? - That was your mate, my little tigress.

- Fred, what's the matter with you? - Nothing, Wilma.

Do you know what I feel like this morning?

Mm. Let me guess.

- Uh, a tiger? - Right.

And do you know what your tiger's going to do today?

- No, what? - You'll find out.

When I come home tonight with a big fat surprise for you.

Ha, ha. You wanna bet?

Yes? What can I do for you?

Tell Mr. Slate that Flintstone is here to see him.

Sorry, we have no positions available at the present time.

I don't need a job.

Don't you know me, Ms. Boneville? I work here.

What did you say the name was?

The name is Flintstone! I've worked here 10 years!

And tell Mr. Slate I want to see him now.

And you can tell Flintstone I don't want to see him.

And I'll give him 10 seconds to get back to his job.

Get back to his job, huh?

I'll show him!

Take me up to the boss's window, Al.

Going up, Fred.

Aah! Flintstone, what are you doing here?

I'm here to get a raise, Mr. Slate.

A big one.

Flintstone, you finally cracked up.

Not cracked up, wised up.

I've given you 10 years of loyal service, Mr. Slate.

In all that time, have I ever missed a day's work?

Yes.

- Have I ever clock-watched? - Yes.

Have I ever failed you when you needed me?

Yes.

Okay, so nobody's perfect.

Now, I want a raise. Do I get it?

Yes, yes!

I do?

Flintstone, you surprise me.

I don't know what changed you, but you've got spirit.

Any man with a work record like yours

who can come in here and demand a raise

is my kind of man.

Thank you, boss.

Barney had the same experience with his boss, Wilma.

He just went in, roared like a tiger, and came out with a $50 raise.

- What a discovery we've made. - Oh, yeah.

If we could bottle it and sell it to wives all over, we'd be rich.

Imagine, instant make-your-husband-do what-you-want-him-to.

You know, Betty, it was almost too easy.

Maybe the whole thing was a coincidence.

Let's try something else and find out.

Betty, look.

"World famous opera star Kirsten Flagstone.

Concert: Thursday evening only."

Gee, I'd sure love to hear her.

Well, that's out.

Thursday's the boys' poker night and you know how they...

Oh!

Oh, we know it's sneaky, Pebbles.

But you might as well learn now.

It's just part of being a girl.

Here you are, Fred.

Nice, hot brontosaurus broth.

- Fred, are you asleep already? - Asleep.

- Sound asleep? - Sound asleep.

While you sleep, you are going to think about how you love concerts.

Hate concerts.

No, Fred, you hate poker.

Love poker.

Tomorrow night you're going to listen to beautiful music.

While I'm playing poker?

Don't be confused, Fred. Listen.

You don't want to play poker.

You want to go to the concert. Have you got it?

Yeah, I don't wanna play concert. I wanna go to the poker.

Oh, boy.

Oh, here we go again.

Good morning, sweetheart.

Hi, Fred.

You look tired, Wilma. Have you been getting enough sleep?

No, I've been too busy.

- Huh? - Nothing, dear.

Here, eat your breakfast.

Wilma, you need a change.

You need to get out of the house.

Okay, Dino, here you are.

And here's your breakfast, Pebbles.

I think you better get a babysitter for tonight.

I am taking you to a concert.

- You're what? - A concert.

I want to sit and listen to beautiful music.

But, Fred, tonight's your poker night.

Eh! Who needs it?

It's funny, but I suddenly realized all the time I've wasted playing poker.

Don't go away, Fred. I'll be right back.

- Betty, Betty! - Wilma, Wilma!

It's no coincidence, Betty. It really works.

I know. Barney's getting tickets for the concert right now.

For the price of a few hours' sleep, we can have anything we want from now on.

- Think of it. Breakfast in bed. - Or eating out when we want to.

- A whole new wardrobe. - And places to wear it.

We'll be constantly given our way, 24 lovely hours a day.

Whee!

- Hiya, Fred. - Hi, Barn.

- Going bowling tonight? - Nope, taking Wilma to a lecture.

How about you?

Betty and I are going over to her mother's,

uh, after I finish the ironing.

I finished mine this morning.

Hey, you know, Fred, funny how we never go bowling no more.

Yeah. Heh. I guess we've just outgrown it.

Yeah, like we've outgrown playing poker

and going to the fights and shooting pool.

Oh, Barn, don't count on me for golf tomorrow.

I'm gonna help Wilma buy a new dress.

Say, that's fun. I love shopping.

- But you know what's even better? - No, what?

Waiting for your wife at the beauty salon.

Hey, now that sounds like a ball!

Oh, it is, Fred. It is.

Well, Betty, our plan worked.

We have perfectly trained husbands.

Just like puppy dogs.

Yeah. We tell them what to think when they're asleep,

and they think it when they're awake.

Wilma, I don't want a puppy dog. I want a husband.

Me, too. Let's un-brainwash them back the way they were.

Good. We'll do it tonight.

You hear that, Barney?

Yeah. Yeah, Fred, we've been brainwashed!

Uh, Betty...

we could do that brain renovating tomorrow night, just as well.

What do you mean?

I mean, let's try for one last teensy little thing.

Okay. What?

A mink coat for each of us.

- Huh? - Huh?

Wilma, what are you saying?

Look at this.

Basset's Fur Salon is quitting business.

Gosh, a fur sale!

"All mink coats to be sold at less than the cost to the mink."

- Should we convince them tonight? - It's a deal, partner.

The last of the big deals, partner.

So the little partners are gonna talk us out of fur coats tonight, huh?

Barney, would you say our sleep-teaching wives

need to be taught a lesson themselves?

Professor Flintstone, I am with you.

Fred, listen carefully.

Every woman wants a mink coat.

A mink coat.

- Your Wilma wants a mink coat. - A mink coat.

You want to get Wilma a present, don't you?

A mink coat.

Oh, you got the message fast.

Wait till they see me at the bridge club.

La-di-da, di-di-di

Tell me, what color mink will bring out the real Betty Rubble?

Ha, ha. Barney swallowed the bait, huh?

Hook, line and price tag. How about Fred?

Oh, I landed him without a struggle.

- Where are they? - Out in the garage.

I think they're cooking up a way to surprise us.

Shall we let them? Or shall we go spy on them?

Let's do the usual.

Like I told you, honey, heh,

it's part of being a girl.

Well, Fred, we're all set for the brainwashers.

And here they come, right on schedule.

All right, Barney, lights, camera, action.

Gee, Fred, I do not think we should do it.

Barney, every woman wants a mink coat.

- Right? - Right.

Wilma and Betty want mink coats. Right?

Right.

Wilma and Betty are the best wives two guys ever had. Right?

Right.

So they deserve mink coats.

And the fact that we have no money to buy them mustn't stop us for a minute.

Right?

Wrong, Fred. If we're caught, we'll be thrown in jail.

It's a small price to pay, Barn,

for the years of devotion our wives have given us.

Well, okay, let's go get something to eat.

It may be our last home-cooked meal for a long time.

Oh, Betty, look! A map of the big Mink Warehouse downtown.

They've marked the entrances and windows.

And they've put an "X" through the night watchman.

Betty, we haven't made puppy dogs.

We've created Frankenstones.

- We got the girls worried, Barney. - Yeah.

The plan's working great.

- Fred, I wanna talk to you. - Me too, Barney.

- Not now, girls, we're in a big hurry. - Yeah.

As soon as we finish eating, we got an errand to take care of.

And I am finished. Let's go, Barn, it'll be dark soon.

Wait, Fred. Uh, how about some dessert?

Not now. We're going downtown for a few minutes.

Yeah, we, uh, gotta pick up a few, uh, things.

Yeah, but we don't want... I mean, can't it wait?

Yes, why not stay home and relax?

- I'll bet there's a good fight on TV. - Ha!

That's kids' stuff. Come on, Barn.

If you have to go out, why not go bowling? We'll drop you at the alley.

Oh, Betty, you know we hate bowling.

Fred, isn't there a lodge meeting tonight?

A colossal waste of time. See you later, girls.

We hope.

- Fred. - Barney.

Come back!

I'll get Pebbles, while you get your car, Betty.

We've got to stop them!

- Are the girls still with us, Barn? - About a block behind.

Good. I'll give them a run for their money.

- Can you still see them? - Yes, they're up ahead.

I hate to say this, Wilma, but I think Pebbles takes to this wild nightlife.

Oh, Pebbles, forget what I said before.

Being sneaky isn't cute or girlish. It's just sneaky.

Here we are at the Mink Warehouse, Fred. But where are the girls?

They lost us a couple of blocks back.

But don't worry, Barn, they'll get here.

Now, just remember, a good long wind up with the brick

so they'll have plenty of time to stop you.

What do we do if they don't stop us?

Of course they'll stop us.

They want mink coats, not jailbird husbands.

Hey, maybe they know that we know we were brainwashed.

Not a chance. We were too clever for them.

Well, how do you like that?

They're even sneakier than we are, the sneaks.

Well, if you can't beat them, join them, I always say.

- Let's go. - Here they come, Barney. Now.

Betty! Wilma!

Don't try to stop us, girls. We're breaking into this warehouse.

Here, Fred, do it just like we planned.

We're gonna get you girls mink coats even if we have to go to jail.

I'd like mine to be autumn beige.

Me, too. Size 10.

Uh...

Barney. Okay, Barney. Now!

Now, don't try to stop us.

Oh, for heaven's sake, let me.

Betty, you'll break something!

Boy, some criminal.

So, we were too clever for them, huh, Fred?

Knew it all the time, eh?

Uh-huh.

Think you're pretty cute, huh?

Uh-uh. We think we're pretty terrible.

We tried to take advantage of you boys.

And we were very wrong.

And we're very, very sorry.

- Will you forgive us, Fred? - Well, okay.

Pebbles!

All right, you're all under arrest.

Look, sarge, it must be the Lava Hill Fur Mob.

- With a baby? - That's no baby. That's a midget.

The brains of the outfit.

You don't understand, I put... You know, judge. You don't...

Your Honor, it all started with an experiment in sleep-teaching.

They were trying to brainwash us.

And we were trying to teach them a lesson.

Fred never wiped his feet.

So we thought we'd try for mink coats.

We didn't mean any harm, honest.

Quiet! I've made up my mind.

This young lady broke a window,

so I sentence her to five days.

Your Honor!

Suspended.

You cute little itsy-bitsy baby.

In addition, I sentence Mrs. Flintstone and Mrs. Rubble

to 20 days.

Your Honor!

To 20 days of serving your husbands breakfast in bed every morning.

Believe me, Your Honor, it'll be a pleasure.

Wilma, are you sleeping?

Wilma,

you want to save money.

Save money.

More than anything else in the world, you want to save money.

Uh... Save money.

You hate new clothes.

You hate shopping.

Save money.

Now, what do you want more than anything in the world?

A mink coat.

Good girl.

Wait a minute! Wilma, are you awake?

Nope, sound asleep.

Good night, Fred.

Pleasant dreams, Wilma.

♪ Flintstones, meet the Flintstones They're the modern stone age family ♪

♪ From the town of Bedrock They're a page right out of history ♪

♪ Someday, maybe Fred will win the fight Then that cat will stay out for the night ♪

♪ When you're with the Flintstones Have a yabba-dabba-doo time ♪

♪ A dabba-doo time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪♪

Wilma!