Original subtitles

Hey, Mable. Look who's comin'.

Oh, gee! It's Hoagy Carmichael.

[chuckles] Hello, Mr. Carmichael.

Hello, kids. Nice day, isn't it?

[piano music]

? Could it be love ?

? That makes me feel the way I do ?

? This fuzzy-wuzzyness ?

? This ring-a-ding ?

? This ring-a-ding-a-ling ??

You say this is an original song?

If it ain't, I'll eat it.

(Rockwell) 'You might find the little pieces easier to chew.'

bam

[theme music]

honk honk

honk

[whistling]

screech

[siren wailing]

[whistles]

vroom

screech

[music continues]

screech

bam

slam

[door slams]

mwah

[instrumental music]

[door slams]

Is that you, Fred?

[snarling]

Make yourself comfortable, dear.

Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.

[grunting]

(Wilma) 'Oh, I'm so glad you're in a happy mood.'

'I wanna show you something funny, Fred.'

Yeah, what?

I'm going to show you

how you look when you come home.

Wilma, this is no time for games.

(Wilma) 'Watch, Fred.'

[door slams]

[growling]

[mumbling]

[snarling]

Ha-ha-ha.

Isn't that funny, Fred?

I ain't laughin'.

(Wilma) That's because you're an old grouch.

Now, Fred, at least, today you should be in a good mood.

(Fred) 'And what's this day got that all the other days haven't got?'

- It's payday. - Payday?

You mean crumb day?

A day they throw me a few crumbs

for working like a slave all week?

Barney works just as hard as you do

but he always comes home cheerful.

This is what Barney greeted Betty with last night.

What is it?

- It's a poem he wrote. - A poem?

Why, the little sneak.

He just did it to make me look bad.

I got a good mind to break it over his head.

(Wilma) 'Just sit quietly and listen.'

Okay, I'll listen.

Then I'll break it over his head.

It says, "To my darling Betty.

"The day you said that you'd be mine

"I made a vow we'd never part.

"And though I leave for work each day at 9:00

I take you with me in my heart."

The next time he goes to work

it will be with a lump on his head.

Uh, there's more, listen.

"You're on my mind the whole day through.

"And when I hear those five bells chime

"I know that soon I'll be with you.

Except when I work overtime."

Now, isn't that a sweet thought?

Yeah, it gets me right here.

Yuck!

'And I'm gonna do something about it right now.'

What are you gonna do, Fred?

Right next door, I'm gonna scoop

and pop that Barney on the snoop.

(Wilma) 'Don't you dare lay a hand on him, Fred.'

Oh, hello, Betty.

What's the matter with him, Wilma?

I don't think Fred appreciates poetry.

bang bang bang

There, that's finished.

All I gotta do is sign it.

bang bang bang

[door slams]

Oh, hello, pal. Come on in.

You mean ex-pal?

(Barney) 'Why, uh, what did I do, Fred?'

You wrote a poem for Betty, that's what.

Well, why should that make you mad, Fred?

Because every time you do something nice for Betty

Wilma expects me to do the same.

Wilma? Expects you to do something nice for Betty, too?

No, you lug head.

She expects me to do something nice for her!

What's the idea writing poems, anyway?

Why don't you act like a normal husband?

Oh, I can't help it, Fred.

Oh, when I get the urge to write poems

I just gotta sit down and write 'em.

As a matter of fact, I stayed up all last night

'writing the words for a song about you, Fred.'

About me?

Yeah, uh, about something you always say, Fred.

Like, uh, I just finished signin' it when you come in.

Would you like me to read it to you?

Go ahead, I'm in a rotten mood, anyway.

So help me, if I find Fred picking on Barney

I'll really give him a piece of my mind.

I hope he isn't.

Barney's very sensitive about his poetry.

[instrumental music]

- Did you see what I saw? - Yes, but I don't believe it.

Maybe Fred likes Barney's poetry, after all.

But I don't believe that either.

Well, uh, how do you like it, pal?

You stayed up all night to write that?

Yeah. Sounds pretty good, huh, Fred?

- You wanna know what I think? - Oh, sure, Fred.

I think you should've stayed in bed.

You make better sounds when you snore.

Next time you can't sleep, think of a way

we can make some money.

'Writing songs..'

[Fred scoffs]

Think of the do-re-mi.

Think of the do-re-mi, writin' songs.

- Hey, that's it, Barney. - Oh, what's it, Fred?

(Fred) 'We can make a fortune writin' songs.'

Yeah, but Fred, uh, we don't know nothin'

about the songwritin' business.

Are you kiddin'?

Did I ever do anything

unless I knew exactly what I was doin'.

Well, yeah, Fred. How about the time--

Don't be a wise guy.

Are you interested in gettin' rich or startin' an argument?

But, uh, even if we did write the words, Fred

we don't know nothin' about writin' music.

Well, you can leave that minor detail

to the senior partner, me.

(Barney) 'You're gonna write the music, Fred?'

No, Barney, I'm not.

We're gonna have it written for us.

Didn't you ever see those ads in the magazines?

"We write the music to your words."

Oh, yeah, Fred, but, uh..

Don't they charge a lot?

Charge? Musicians?

That's a laugh.

Do you know how many request numbers a musician plays?

Oh, lots of 'em, I guess, Fred.

Right and we will simply

request a number to go with our words.

If we like it, we'll throw him a tip, you get it?

I get it, Fred. Yeah.

And I gotta hand it to you.

You sure know all the angles.

I'll start writin' some words right away.

Hold it, Barney. Hold it!

'Before we put down one line'

we're gonna find out everything there is to know

about writing the words to popular songs.

And I don't care if it takes the rest of the night to learn.

- 'Come on, let's go.' - Uh, where to, Fred?

(Fred) 'To get the necessary information, what else?'

There's only one thing that would make

Fred listen to Barney's poetry.

He must have hit him and Fred is unconscious.

(Fred) 'Wilma! Hey, Wilma!'

No, he's not unconscious.

Hey, you ladies better have dinner together tonight.

Uh, me and my collaborator are going to the library.

Since, uh, when did they put them in there?

(Fred) 'Put what in where?'

Pool tables in the library.

[Wilma and Betty laughing]

[mimics laughter]

Go ahead, laugh.

But remember, he who laughs last, laughs last lad-la..

He who laughs last, laughs..

He who.. Who he.. He..

And don't you forget it!

screech

Well, there it is, Barney.

Good ol' public library.

[chuckles]

I haven't been here for years.

Hey, let's go in, Fred.

I'm anxious to get started.

Good evening, miss. Flintstone's the name.

- Fred Flintstone. - Oh, yes.

You've come to return the book you took out.

It's a little overdue, you know.

Exactly 11 years and 31 days.

My dear madam, it so happens I brought

that book back the next day.

Oh, what was the name of the book, Fred?

"How To Improve Your Manners."

And it did me no good at all.

Obviously.

Would you like to read it again?

Nah, I want a book on how to write songs.

Oh, we have one called

"There's Loot In Lyrics."

[chuckles] Get that title, Barney?

"There's Loot In Lyrics." What did I tell you?

You'll find it on shelf 13.

[mumbling]

[chuckling] Here's the page

I've been lookin' for.

"Popular Songs People Prefer." Mark this down.

"People who like happy love songs, 40 percent.

"People who like sad love songs, 50 percent.

People who like songs about mother, four percent."

Uh, yeah, mother would be a nice idea to write about, Fred.

"Teenagers who like songs with words like

hooba-rooba, tweedle-dee-dee.."

Et cetera, et cetera. "Forty-six percent."

Gee, Fred, uh, that adds up to 140 percent.

You wanna be an arithmetic genius

or a songwritin' genius?

Now, let me think.

[piano music]

- 'I got it!' - Uh, what, Fred?

I got an idea that's gonna rock the musical world.

Our song will have every one of these ideas in it.

That way all the people will like it

all 140 percent.

'Come on, Barney. Let's go home and get to work.'

Gee, Fred, uh, can't we wait till tomorrow?

I'm getting awful sleepy.

Barney, people all over the world

are waitin' to sing our song.

Do you wanna disappoint 'em?

Not the whole 140 percent of 'em.

cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo

Fred?

[yawns] Three o'clock in the morning

and those two characters are still at it.

Now I know how Mrs. Gilbert and Sullivan felt.

[snoring]

We gotta get that mother angle

in the song someplace.

Let me see now.

Somebody already wrote a song about my mother's eyes

that leaves only her ears, nose, and throat.

How does this sound, Barney?

Mother, you're just like a brother to me.

Nah, nah, that ain't no good.

You got any ideas, Barney?

[snoring]

(Fred) 'Barney!'

Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.

I was just taking 40 winks.

Well, stop winking and start thinking.

We need a mother angle in the song.

Well, how about, my mother's hair used to be orange

uh, but now it's turned to silver.

Hey, that's not bad.

You think of a lot of words

that rhyme with orange and silver

and I'll think of some sad ideas about love.

[instrumental music]

Hey, pop, it's time to rise and shine.

Huh? Oh, oh..

Why don't you take it this morning, kid?

Gee, you mean it, pop?

- Yeah, go ahead. - Thanks, pop.

Boy, my first big chance.

Cock a doodle dilly doo!

Cock a doodle dilly doo. Heh!

One simple line and he muffs it.

Good heavens!

Barney hasn't been to bed at all.

They must still be working.

There you are, Fred. It's finished.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

We did it!

Wilma! Come on over, Wilma.

I got a surprise for you.

Here it is, girls.

Our first song hit

and it's great, isn't it, Barney?

[snoring]

Uh, let's see a little life, collaborator.

Yippee!

(Fred) Into the shower with ya, buddy.

And then we're off to see the wizard who's gonna write

the music to these beautiful words.

"Scat Von Roctoven.

Music written to your lyrics."

This is the guy we wanna see, Barney.

[knocking on door]

Enter, lovers of music.

Eh, pardon me, we saw your ad in the paper and uh--

(Scat) 'Say no more, friend.'

You got pretty words, and you want Scat

to put down the pretty, black dots.

- 'Hm?' - What does he mean, Fred?

How should I know? I ain't no musician.

We got the words, but we don't need any black dots

we need music to go with it.

'You guarantee that you'll write us a hit?'

Uh, you, uh, guarantee to pay

in, uh, cash?

Certainly.

In that case, man, when Scat finishes

puttin' the black dots down

every canary in town

will be strainin' her tonsils

wailing your words.

Boy, that guy Scat sure knows how to write music, Barney.

When he played our song, I got a lump in my throat.

Gee, I don't know, Fred.

W-when he played our song

I got a lump in the pit of my stomach.

Ah, you just don't appreciate good melody, Barney.

I'm tellin' you, it's great.

Well, if you say so, Fred.

Hey, uh, where are we goin' now?

To see Rollin Rockwell, the top music publisher.

And when we're there, let me do the talkin'.

I don't want them to think we're amateurs.

Oh, I won't say a thing, Fred.

[instrumental music]

May I help you, gentlemen?

We are songwriters, hip songwriters.

I might have known.

Well, plant yourself on that bench

against the wall, buddy

and, maybe, Mr. Rockwell will see you

'in a couple of hours.'

Just a minute, lady.

We didn't start in this business yesterday, you know.

(female 1) 'Shut up and sit down!'

Well, let's do what the lady says, Fred.

Well, okay.

It's lucky for you my collaborator is tired, girlie.

You can't let 'em push you around in this racket, Barney.

Hey, Mable! Look who's comin'.

Oh, gee! It's Hoagy Carmichael.

[chuckles] Hello, Mr. Carmichael.

Hello, kids. Nice day, isn't it?

Good morning, Sally.

(Sally) Oh, good morning, sir.

I'll let Mr. Rockwell know you're here.

Here comes some character

trying to break into the song business.

Don't let on this is our first song, Barney.

I won't, Fred.

Hi, fellas, may I sit down?

Oh sure, uh, make yourself comfortable.

(Hoagy) Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh, skin me.

What was that?

I said skin me. Don't you know what that means?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

It's just that I haven't heard it for years.

(Fred) Well, if you're around like we are

you hear it a couple of hundred times a day.

Hm, maybe I better get around a little more.

Do you fellas write songs?

[chuckles] You hear that, Barney?

He's asking us if we write songs.

[laughs] Yeah, we write 'em

but, uh, only a special kind.

Really, uh, what kind is your specialty?

(Fred) 'Hits, buster, just hits.'

Oh, you mean that every song you've written has been a hit?

Well, let me put it this way, pal.

We have not written a flop song

since we've been in this racket.

Skin me.. I-I mean, uh, dig me?

Pardon me, sir. You may go in now.

- Thanks. Thanks. - Thanks.

Hold it, bub. Hold it.

You seem to be a little ignorant of songwriting etiquette.

In this racket, it's first come first serve.

- Come on, Barney. - I'm sorry, fellas.

Okay, son, you'll learn the ropes after a while.

And where do you characters think you're going?

Now don't get your curly hair ruffled, lady.

We don't have to be announced.

I know my way around. Follow me, Barney.

Well, of all the nerve!

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Carmichael.

It's okay, Sally.

Rocky will be glad to see them.

They only write hit songs.

How did you two guys get in here? I was expecting--

The luckiest break in your life, huh?

Well, Rocky, baby, you expected right.

We got something to tell you that will make you

the happiest man in town.

My wife left me?

(Fred) 'We got the song that's gonna take you'

out of the bush league and put you right up there

with the big fellas. And here it is.

You get me a piano player and I'll sing it for you.

Out, out, out!

You won't need a piano player, you'll need a doctor

if you're not outta here in two seconds.

I'll play for the boys, Mr. Rockwell.

This may be another one of their hits.

You...play for...them?

Ah, give the feller a break, Rocky. Let him play.

[stammers] Do you know who that feller is?

(Fred) 'So nobody knows him today.'

We were all unknown years ago.

Here, buddy, playin' this

will be your first big break.

Thanks.

You want this allegro

pianissimo, or andante?

Look, I don't wanna talk about Italian food, play!

Okay.

[piano music]

Oh, no.

Come on, come on, start playin'.

Okay, here goes.

[piano music]

? Could it be love ?

? That makes me feel the way I do ?

? This fuzzy-wuzzyness ?

? This ring-a-ding ?

? This ring-a-ding-a-ling ?

? That keeps on ringing in my head ?

? Since the day you said ?

? That you couldn't live without me ?

? Mm but now you say you can ?

? And so I'll ask my mother ?

? To get me someone else ?

? Instead ??

Leaves you sort of speechless, huh?

[mumbling]

You say this is an original song?

If it ain't, I'll eat it.

(Rockwell) 'You might find the little pieces'

'easier to chew!'

bam

Now get out, out, out, out!

- Before I throw you out! - Okay.

But this is the last hit song you'll ever get from us.

Come on, Barney.

'This guy doesn't know a good song when he hears it.'

Okay, Fred, but, uh, after hearing you sing

I think Mr. Rockwell is right.

[groaning]

slam

Looks like they left their briefcase, Rocky.

Good, I'll throw it out the window after them.

Maybe I'll be lucky and hit the big guy.

You're being too hard on 'em.

Just chalk up another chump

that was taken by Scat Von Roctoven.

Wait a minute.

Listen to this title.

"Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo."

There's the gimmick, that's what they're buyin' today.

And you know who's gonna write the music?

- You are. - Me?

Remember, Mr. Carmichael

you haven't had a hit in five years.

You write while I play golf.

Barney, the next time I get an idea

to make a million bucks

sock me right in the kisser, will ya?

Oh, it'll be a pleasure, Fred.

I never felt so humiliated.

(Hoagy) 'Hey, fellas.'

Am I glad you're still here.

Mr. Carmichael, I wanna apologize

for not recognizing you.

Oh, forget it.

I wanna talk to you about

about this lyric we found in your briefcase.

Gee, I hope you didn't read it.

- It's not very good. - Mr. Rockwell thinks it is.

I just hope you'll like the melody that I wrote for it.

You...wrote the music for those words?

Music.. Uh, let's say I put down some pretty black dots.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

[instrumental music]

I can't believe it's true.

Imagine us being invited to the best supper club in town

as Hoagy Carmichael's guests.

And let's not forget who's responsible for that.

If I had not inspired my friend Barney

to write a poem about me, we would all be sittin' home

'twiddlin' our thumbs.'

[instrumental music]

bubble bubble bubble

pop pop pop

Ladies and-a gentlemen

once more it's my pleasure to play for you

in the wonderful Philtown Hotel

in downtown Bedrock.

As I look around and see the wonderful celebrities

and some of them are well known celebrities

I see a wonderful friend of mine-a

a wonderful musician

and a wonderful composer.

Sit down, Fred.

(male 1) 'Ladies and-a gentlemen'

'Mr. Hoagy Carmichael.'

[audience applauding]

Thank you. Thank you.

As a wonderful-a special treat tonight

Hoagy has consented to play

his latest composition-a for us

entitled "Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo."

[applause]

The words to this song were written

by my friend, Barney Rubble

'who created the lyrics from a title'

'suggested by his best friend, Fred Flintstone.'

Now, let me do the talkin', Barney.

Sit down, Fred.

[piano music]

? Boy do we know how to bust Monte Carlo ?

? And to never be blue ?

? It's a lot like prayin' Just keep a-sayin' ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo ?

? If ya think your sweetie's ?

? Left for Tahiti ?

? We can give you a clue ?

? There's no need for cryin' ?

? Roar like a lion ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo ?

? B-A-D-D-A means bad ?

? D-A-B-B-A means good ?

? Oh what magic in a word we've found ?

? By switchin' the letters around ?

? So if someday the bases are loaded ?

? And they're countin' on you ?

? You just can't strike out You fuel up and shout ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo ?

? B-A-D-D-A means bad ?

? D-A-B-B-A means good ?

? Oh what magic in a word we've found ?

? By switchin' the letters around ?

[piano music continues]

[music continues]

? B-A-D-D-A means bad ?

? D-A-B-B-A means good ?

? Oh what magic in a word we've found ?

? By switchin' the letters around ?

? So if someday the bases are loaded ?

? And they're countin' on you ?

? You just can't strike out You fuel up and shout ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo ?

? Yabba-dabba-dabba dabba-doo ??

[audience applauding]

More! More!

Encore! Encore!

[whistling]

Sit down, Fred!

Barney, you will be the first millionaire friend I ever had.

Don't rush it, Fred.

Only one in five thousand published songs

ever make any money.

Just keep writing 'em, Barney

'and maybe someday you'll be lucky.'

Gee, thanks, Mr. Carmichael.

Don't worry about him workin'.

I got a million titles rollin' around in my head.

And as soon as we get home tonight..

Oh, no, you don't.

[mumbling]

[all laughing]

[theme music]

[yawning]

clink

thud

boing

slam

[rattling]

Wilma!

bang bang bang

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door!

Wilma!