Original subtitles

[instrumental music]

Well, back to work.

Now to get into these old duds of Wilma's.

'I'll duck behind here.'

Well, back to work. Better punch in.

Wow!

Uh-oh. I hope Charlie doesn't recognize me.

[Fred chuckles]

[whistles]

Fresh guy.

[theme song]

[squawks]

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 ♪♪

[instrumental music]

Okay, Charlie. Here comes another load.

Right, Fred. Easy does it.

thud

Uh, by the way, Fred, I, uh, thought you'd be going

to the big baseball game today.

Fat chance I got. I'm flat broke.

Besides, Slate the boss, is showing

a customer around the place.

I could never sneak off.

Uh-oh. Here they come now.

We better stop gabbing and start working.

Yes, sir, Senor Rocko.

You won't make a mistake buying from us.

Top quality stone at rock-bottom prices.

Si. Si. Perhaps we can do business.

Yes, sir, Slate's Stone Company

the pebble's choice.

[laughing]

Well, what say we go to the club for lunch

and this afternoon we'll take in a ballgame.

Bueno. And then perhaps we go dancing

with some senoritas, yes?

Yea-yea-yeah, senoritas? Well, now, I'll try.

Sure.

[squawks]

Lunch!

[instrumental music]

Uh, what you got for lunch, Fred?

A chicken sandwich.

Wow! Chicken. Pretty lucky.

'Hey, this isn't chicken. It's chopped egg.'

Egg? Uh, maybe you just didn't wait long enough.

[laughing]

Hey, take it easy.

sniff sniff

Ah, ah, ah..

Ah-choo.

Fred, watch out!

You clumsy blimp! Give me that lunch pail.

Uh-oh. What am I gonna do with this?

I don't know, pal

but if it was any thinner, you could shave with it.

Guess I'll have to go home for lunch.

screech screech

Hiya, Fred. Hey, what are you doing home?

A dinosaurus sat on my lunch box.

Look at that. Flat as a pancake.

Well, it might have been worse, Fred.

You could have sat on it.

[laughing]

Oh, now, that's humorous.

Very humorous.

And how come you're home?

Oh, just took the day off.

Uh, thought I'd go to the baseball game.

The ballgame? You really going?

Yep. You see what it says here?

"Admit one" and I'm the one.

Yeah. Gee, I'd sure like to take in that game.

Wilma, I'm home.

I guess she's gone out.

If there was only some way

I could lay my hands on a couple of bucks..

You see what I see, Barney?

Looks like a lady's pocketbook.

And what's inside a lady's pocketbook?

(Barney) 'Well, there's can openers, beads, golf balls, string'

'flashlights, candy bars'

the house keys, bananas.

No, no, Barney. Money, mazuma, lettuce.

'Oh, yeah. That too.'

It's the answer to a prayer.

Barney, I am practically at the ballgame now.

(Barney) 'Oh, but, Fred, you can't take it. It's hers.'

Barney, this is money, not towels.

It ain't marked his and hers.

grr grr

Now, now, Dino. Down, boy. Down, boy.

It's me, the Lord and master.

grr grr

Of all the times that mutt picks to be a watchdog.

Hey, give it up, Fred.

Before you can put the bite on Wilma

Dino's gonna put the bite on you.

I know how to handle this.

Dino! Come on, boy.

Got a nice brontosteak for you.

[barking]

(Fred) 'Here you are, boy.'

chomp chomp

Now, the money.

Fred!

What are you doing home?

[scoffs] Hello, honey.

Uh, just thought I'd come home for some change..

I-I mean, for a change.

Oh, that's nice, dear.

And I see you found my pocketbook.

Couldn't remember where I'd left it. Thank you.

Don't mention it.

- 'Oh, Fred?' - Yes, dear.

Would you take that box of my old clothes

to the rummage sale on your way back to work?

'Uh, yea-yeah, yeah, sure.'

Well, anyway, she saved you from a life of crime.

A minute sooner and we'd have been

on our way to the ballgame.

Yeah, too bad you're gonna miss it, pal.

There will be a big crowd. It's, uh, Ladies' Day.

Ladies' Day, huh?

Yep. Any paying customer can take in a girlfriend free.

Ah, you're not taking Betty, are you?

'My wife? Nah.'

'I told you, Fred, this is my day off.'

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Barney, how would you like to take a girl?

A girl? What girl?

- 'Me.' - You?

Who's to know? I'll wear this dress.

What do you think, Barney?

Um, uh, no. I don't think so.

- Definitely not. - Why not?

It's just not your color, Fred.

'You'd look much better in basic black with pearls.'

Alright. Look, I go back, check-in on the job

put this outfit on, sneak off and meet you downtown.

(Wilma) 'Fred, I'm leaving. See you tonight, honey.'

I have to go shopping. Bye, boys.

(Barney) 'Goodbye, Wilma.'

Darn old lipstick.

Give me your handkerchief, uh, Barney?

'Yeah. Here you are, Fred.'

Now, I'll see you downtown

in front of the hotel at 2 o'clock.

It's a date.

You know, Fred, we always been good pals

but this is the first time

we tried going steady.

[laughing]

♪ La de de de de da da de ♪♪

[knock on door]

Who is it?

(Wilma) 'Almost ready, Betty?'

Oh. Yeah, Wilma.

Just let me get the rest of the laundry

in the washing machine.

Okay, Sophie, start agitating.

[comical music]

I'm leaving now, Betty.

[laughing]

Well, have a nice time.

Oh, I will. I will.

[laughing]

Here. I got one more thing for the laundry.

[laughing]

Bye, Betty.

[laughing]

Bye.

Aah!

(Wilma) 'Betty, what's wrong?'

Barney's handkerchief is covered with lipstick.

- That's cute. - But it's not my lipstick.

That's awful.

You know, he was acting peculiar

laughing and giggling.

Imagine. Another woman.

And here I am, spending the best years of my life

slaving and working for him.

Me too.

But how can you be sure there's someone else?

Oh, I'm sure, alright.

A woman can sense these things.

Gee, Betty.

I bet he's going to see her right now.

Well, he's not going to get away with it.

Come on, I can't wait to get my hands on him

and that shameless hussy he's running around with.

[instrumental music]

Well, back to work.

Now to get into these old duds of Wilma's.

'I'll duck behind here.'

Well, back to work. Better punch in.

Wow!

Uh-oh. I hope Charlie doesn't recognize me.

[Fred chuckles]

[whistles]

Fresh guy.

[instrumental music]

I wonder what's keeping Fred. It's close to game time.

'Gee, that could be him. I'd better check.'

Hiya, fatso.

I beg your pardon.

Oh-oh, ex-excuse me.

I-I thought you was Fred.

Did you hear that?

I've never been so insulted in my life.

Oh, come on, honey. You must have been.

The idea.

I ask you, do I look like a Fred?

A Fred? No.

A Sam, yes, but a Fred, no.

Psst. That you, Fred?

You masher.

'Officer, help! Help!'

Can I help you, sir?

Well, I'm just looking for someone.

Man or woman?

Why, that depends. I guess a woman.

She's tall, fat

with a big nose, a loud voice

and wearing a dress like you'd find in a rummage sale.

You sure can pick 'em, can't you, mac?

Never mind. I can probably find her myself.

You probably can

but let me ask you this, friend, why bother?

Now, where's that Barney?

Anything wrong, lady?

What? Oh.

Oh, no. No, I'm looking for a fellow

a little guy about so high

with a pointy nose.

Oh, he's been fresh with you too, huh?

That guy needs a little talking-to.

He could use some eyeglasses too.

Hmph.

Maybe Barney's waiting inside.

- Barney. - Fred.

Gee, you're a sight for sore eyes.

Well, anyway, you're a sight.

Good enough to fool 'em at the gate though.

[instrumental music]

(Betty) Wilma, there's Barney's car.

(Wilma) He must be around here somewhere.

screech screech

- 'Come on, Wilma.' - 'Wait here, driver.'

Can I help you ladies?

We're looking for a man.

He's a little guy about--

I know. About this high with a pointy nose.

That's right. How did you know?

'He's been annoyin' every woman on the block.'

He has?

[gasps] Wait till I get ahold of him.

Yep. You are numbers four and five.

Obviously a fiend is on the loose.

I better call the sarge. We'll need more men.

You'll need an ambulance too.

Where's your car, Barney?

- Out front. - Let's go.

- Maybe he's in there. - Come on.

[comical music]

And to the ballpark, Barney dear.

Right, Fred. Uh, I mean, honey.

[laughing]

Hey, that's him.

crash

Did you see him come out, officer?

He just took off in a car.

- Alone? - No, with a woman.

Coming, Wilma?

What a question.

Follow that car!

Step on it, Barney. The game's about to begin.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

How's that, Fred?

Now maybe we'll get there in time.

(Betty) Faster, driver. Faster. They must have seen us.

Hey, there's a taxicab seems to be following us.

So what? Probably somebody else going to the game.

[laughing] I-I was just thinkin'.

I wonder what Wilma would say if she knew

you were goin' instead of workin'.

Barney, do you have to spoil everything?

Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.

screech screech

Barney, where are we?

At the ballpark, Fred. Let's hurry.

Tickets, please.

(Barney) 'After you, my sweet.'

Thank you, dear.

(Barney) 'Here's your ticket, bub.'

Hey, what's the matter? I can take her in free, can't I?

Yeah, but, uh, think it over, mac.

Are you sure it's worth it?

screech screech

(Betty) 'How do you like that?'

'He wouldn't take me to the game'

but he takes that shameless hussy!

Uh, di-did a little man just come in

about so big with a pointy nose?

- He just went in. - Was he alone?

No, he wasn't alone

but it would have been an improvement.

- Let's go, Wilma! - Hey, just a minute, ladies.

Uh, where's your ticket?

It's Ladies' Day, isn't it?

(male #1) 'Yeah.'

Well, I'm with her.

And where's your ticket?

It's Ladies' Day, isn't it?

- Yeah. - Well, I'm with her.

Oh.

[squawking]

(male #2) 'Ah-hah! It's Ladies' Day. That's why he came here.'

Did a little man just come in? He's--

I know, I know.

About so big with a pointy nose.

Yeah, he's here.

Come on, sarge.

Yeah. Let's get him.

You mind telling me, officer.

Why is everybody so interested in finding that guy?

He's one of these smart guys

you know, considers himself a ladies' man.

A ladies' man?

You wouldn't think so if you saw the sample he brought in.

Well, we're inside. Let me get this rig off.

Well, how you gonna take it off?

No problem. I'll just step into the men's washroom.

- Well, you can't do that. - Why not?

Look at yourself.

Huh? Oh, heh heh, yeah. This outfit.

You got to go in the ladies' powder room now.

Yeah. I wonder where it is.

Hey! I can't go in there, either.

Why not? Oh, oh, yeah.

You were wrong, Fred. You have got a problem.

Ah, the heck with it.

Come on, let's go see the game.

I'm with you, Fred.

How are we ever going to find them in this crowd?

Just keep looking. We'll find them.

[indistinct chatter]

screech screech

You really think it's worth all the bother?

Of course, sarge. How would you like it

if he tried to steal your wife?

Well, if you think there's a chance

I'll go get her.

[laughing]

Come on!

[instrumental music]

Alright. Let's play ball!

We just made it in time.

It sure is crowded.

Right in the old pocket.

[drum roll]

thud

Stee-rike one!

thud

I mean, ball one.

Hey, there's only this one seat left.

Ahem. Excuse me, sirs. Is this seat taken?

Huh? Oh, no, it's not, lady.

Sit down, dear.

I hope we're not crowding you boys.

[laughing]

[drum roll]

thud

Stee-rike two!

Boo! You was robbed.

Throw the umpire out!

[audience cheering]

What a belt! On the button!

Yabba dabba doo!

Hey, it's coming toward us.

I see it, I see it! Out of my way!

Not bad! I can still handle the hot ones.

Here you are, Barney-boy. A little souvenir.

Gee, thanks, Fred.

Who caught the ball?

A guy over there in section 23.

A little fella with a pointy nose.

Did you hear that, Betty?

It's him. Come on!

I could use a hot dog. Uh, how about you?

Yeah. Good idea.

Let's go to the stand and get 'em.

Ooh, wait till I get my hands on him.

Hey, Fred, look, th-there's Betty and Wilma.

Betty and Wilma!

Barney, duck back here.

[comical music]

Wow! That was a close one.

Hey, Fred, the-the cops. Duck back.

They-they must be after us.

Boy, oh, boy, you sure can get into messes.

Come on.

screech screech

Hold it. Hold it!

Wha-what's the matter, Fred?

Look, Mr. Slate, my boss. Back, Barney.

screech screech

The cops! Not that way either.

(Barney) 'Oh, Betty and Wilma!'

'We-we're surrounded. What do we do, Fred?'

Uh, let's-let's go back to Slate.

He won't recognize me in this getup.

Nice game, eh?

Not bad, but when do we meet the senoritas?

(Barney) 'Oh, hi, Mr. Slate.'

I'm Barney Rubble

a friend o-o-of Fred Flintstone's.

Oh, yes. How are you?

Meet Senor Rocko.

Oh, it's nice to meet you

and-and this is, uh, Frederica.

Well, how do you do?

How lovely you are, my dear.

[Fred laughing]

Excuse me.

I have to phone the office.

There he is with that shameless hussy.

Wait a minute.

That dress, that hat. Why, they're mine!

You know who that is? It's Fred.

Fred? Are you sure?

I'd recognize those feet anywhere.

Oh, I get it.

He sneaked in on Barney's ticket for Ladies' Day.

Aww! And to think I was upset.

'The dear boy.'

But Fred is supposed to be at work.

I think we should teach him a lesson.

Come on.

Ah, Senorita Frederica, you have charmed me

from the moment I saw you.

(Wilma) 'Hi, Barney.'

Oh, hi, girls. What a surprise.

Uh-uh, m-meet Senor Rocko and, uh, Frederica.

Oh, oh..

Easy. Easy.

What's the matter, my pet?

Well, I-I, I hardly know you.

Maybe they wanna be alone.

Don't they make a lovely couple?

Mm-hmm. Oh, that reminds me.

Uh, Barney, I'm dying for a couple of hot dogs.

O-okay, Betty.

Why don't we sneak off somewhere quiet

the two of us?

That sounds so romantic.

Why don't you?

Oh, come on now.

I'm not.. I'm just not that-that kind of a girl.

Go ahead, dearie.

You'll have the time of your life.

(Rocko) 'Si. Si. We will dance the tango.'

[instrumental music]

Oh, you dance divinely.

Magnifico, my dove.

'Ole.'

(Fred) 'I'm warning you.'

I go steady with another fellow.

The one you are with?

He is just a little pip-squeak.

Yes, but he's awful nasty for his size.

(Wilma) 'You're going with Barney?'

But he's already married.

(Fred) 'Oh, but he just did that to make his wife jealous.'

'What's the difference?'

Yeah, you're so right.

Uh, say, Senor Rocko, I like to go dancing.

'Why not take me?'

Splendid idea.

thud

(Rocko) 'Come, my dear.'

'We will dance in the clubhouse.'

You're a married woman.

Like you said, Frederica, what's the difference?

And besides, my husband will be at work for hours.

'Ta-ta, Frederica.'

Wait a minute. I got something to tell you.

Hey, sorry, miss.

No unescorted ladies permitted.

Uh, ahem, alright. I'll be back in a minute with my date.

If I was a betting man

I'd put a year's salary against it.

Pretty good hot dog, eh, Betty?

Mmm. It's delicious.

(Fred) 'Psst, Barney!'

'Psst...psst..psst..'

What's that noise?

Must be my hot dog. It's still sizzling.

Oh.

Hey, uh, what's the big idea, Frederica?

[laughing]

Come on. We're going to the clubhouse.

Oh, but I haven't finished my hot dog.

Never mind the hot dog. Come on.

(Barney) 'Well, now, wait a minute!'

(Fred) 'Get in there.'

[laughing] My date.

Well, I've seen them thrown out.

That's the first time

I've ever seen 'em thrown in.

[instrumental music]

Ah, senorita, my sweet, you are heavenly.

There they are. They're dancing.

Well, w-why not? That's dance music.

What do you expect them to do, play polo?

I've changed my mind.

I think I should tell you that--

There will be time to talk later

my beautiful pigeon.

Come on, Barney. Dance me over to them.

Well, can't we.. Can't we just sit this one out?

Well, my feet are killin' me.

Uh, besides, I don't know how to dance the tango.

Just do what he does.

I gotta get out there and hear what's going on. Come on!

Well, if you insist, my dear.

[laughing]

(Rocko) 'Ah, my little chihuahua'

'you are so lovely, so very lovely.'

Hey, you know, Fred, I could get to like this.

Oh, quiet, Barney. Listen.

(Rocko) 'We shall fly away together.'

'You do something for me. Ole!'

[laughing]

(Fred) 'Now, here's a little something for you.'

'Ole!'

Well, that's more like it.

Things are back to normal.

thud

That oughta learn you a lesson.

(Wilma) 'Why, Frederica.'

'What big muscles you have!'

Wilma, it's me, honey.

I never would have known.

Forgive me, Wilma.

I promise I'll never play hooky from work again.

[chuckles] I'm glad I'm not married

to the sort of girl who likes

to go dancing with strangers.

Well, all straightened out?

[chuckles] Yes.

(Betty) 'Shall we be going?'

Yes.

Hey, hey, uh, wait a minute.

The police are looking for me.

They'll be at the gate. I'm-I'm trapped!

Don't worry, Barney-boy. Just leave it to me.

The old Flintstone noggin will save the day cleverly

as per usual.

Oh, boy.

(Fred) Come along, girls.

Coming, Fred.

(Fred) 'Not so fast.'

We have to wait for dear old grandma.

Coming, children.

[instrumental music]

Wonderful game today, wasn't it, boys?

[laughing]

- It's him! - Right!

It's nice of you boys

to see a little old lady to her car.

I'll have to knit you some socks.

[laughing]

Good, and you'll have plenty of time

in the hoosegow.

The hoosegow? But-but-but..

Oh, no. I can't watch.

I'm innocent. Help! Police!

thud

[instrumental music]

Good boy, Barney.

You're not mad at me, Fred?

Mad? Why should I be?

Well, gee, Fred, I ruined your best dress.

[laughing] Barney.

[all laughing]

[theme song]

♪ 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 do time ♪

♪ A dabba do time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪

Wilma!