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[theme music]

honk honk

honk

[whistles]

[siren blaring]

[whistles]

screech

screech

vroom

crash

[door shuts]

[door shuts]

Mwah!

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

[snoring]

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo..

[snoring]

Eh, what's the use?

Ah! Ah!

No!

Uh..

Yeah? Well, who is it?

Morning, Fred. It's me, Barney.

It's seven o'clock. You better get up, Fred.

You'll be late for work.

- 'Go away.' - Uh-uh.

I promised Wilma I'd see you got to work on time

while she's away visitin' her mother.

'Hey, come on, Fred, seven o'clock.'

Huh? Then how come it's so dark?

You've got your eyes closed.

Oh, this working overtime every night is pure murder.

I won't live long enough to catch up on my sleep.

Hey, uh, I'll be right back. I gotta finish breakfast.

And remember, Fred, it's your turn to drive to work.

[door shuts]

Oh, this getting up early

is for the birds.

[thuds]

Every morning wash your face, brush your teeth.

Oh, boy. I better make an appointment with my dentist.

How's the new disposal workin', Betty?

Oh, just wonderful, Barney.

It's one of those new quiet-type ones.

chomp chomp chomp

burp

Excuse me.

Poor Wilma, she's so anxious

for one of these modern conveniences.

That's why Fred's been workin' so late

all these nights she's been away

to impress his boss into a raise

so he can afford these little wife-savers.

[car honking]

Uh, that's Fred. Bye, dear.

Aren't you gonna kiss me?

Why? You goin' away somewhere?

Huh! I didn't think we've been married that long.

Okay, Fred. Let's go, or we'll be late. Get going.

I sure like late going, yeah.

You must be Superman, Fred, working far into the night

goin' with just a few hours' sleep

and still fresh as a daisy the next morning.

[yawning] Me?

After eight hours of sleep, I'm still bushed.

Eh, uh, wake me up when we get to my office, Fred.

[snoring]

splash

You must have the heater on, Fred. I'm perspiring.

Me, too.

[instrumental music]

screech

There you are, Barney.

Safe and sound.

Hey, you're sure a good driver, Fred.

Just don't take any unnecessary chances, that's all.

Pick you up tonight, Barney, unless--

Hey, uh, you ain't workin' overtime again tonight, Fred?

Yeah. The boss wants it. You know something Barney?

I think Mr. Slate is startin' to notice me.

- 'Really, Fred?' - Uh, little Freddy's no nut.

When I work overtime, I work out loud.

[laughing] Adios, amigo.

vroom

(Slate) 'Be reasonable, Bertha.'

This is the buyer for our largest account.

You know we've gotta entertain our buyers when they're in town.

Show them the hotspots, and stuff like that.

I can't cancel now and take a chance on losing millions

in orders just because of a theater party

for one of your nutty charity clubs.

This is not nutty, Howard.

It's to raise money for a worthy cause.

You call that worthy?

To provide sneakers for poor rickshaw boys?

That's my Tuesday club.

This theater party is to raise funds to discover a cure

for pancretoris.

- What's pancretoris? - 'We don't know.'

But it was the only disease available.

All the others are already taken.

This city is over-run with charity organizations.

Oh-oh. Oh, come on, Fifi.

Mommy is late for her beauty-salon appointment.

But, but what will I do about the buyer?

(Bertha) 'Well, perhaps you can get someone else to take your buyer'

'out to the hotspots tonight.'

We are going to attend

"Romeo And Juliet."

I haven't seen either one of those plays.

Get somebody else?

Where can I find somebody on such short notice?

Say, that could be my pigeon.

[telephone ringing]

Hello, Flintstone here.

You wanna see me, Mr. Slate, in your office?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Right away, sir, at once, sir.

Oh-ho, boy!

[instrumental music]

Must be a raise boss wants to see me about.

Maybe a bonus, I'll have to buy something with it

before Wilma comes home and gets her hands on the dough.

She'll probably stick it in the bank and waste it.

[knocking on door]

Come in, faithful employee.

Ah, Flintstone. Come in, come in. Sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Uh, do you smoke cigars? - Yes, sir.

Good. Let me have one of yours. I'm fresh out.

Here you are, sir.

Light, sir? Allow me, sir.

[exhales sharply]

Flintstone, I have a problem. My wife--

- 'I understand, sir.' - Don't interrupt.

- I haven't finished yet. - 'Sorry, sir.'

It's seems that Mrs. Slate has committed us

to a charity affair tonight

not realizing that I have promised to entertain a buyer.

A very important buyer.

Too bad, sir. Anything I can do?

'Yes. You can take my place.'

Yes, sir. A pleasure, sir.

What time shall I pick your wife up?

Not my wife, the buyer.

Me, sir?

Take out a buyer, like a big-time salesman

with an expense account and a padding and all?

'Do me this little favor, Freddy-boy'

'and perhaps the next time'

there's an opening on the sales force..

Gosh! An inside job with a water cooler to hang around.

You've got the touch, Flintstone.

A born leader of men.

Huh, then it's all settled.

I've made reservations for two

at the new nightclub, The Copa Cave.

Might as well go home now and get shaved and stuff.

Oh, uh, here's the buyer's address. Pick her up at 8:00.

On the dot, HP old boy.

[instrumental music]

[scatting]

screech

"Her?"

He's a she! Oh, no!

screech

vroom

I'm glad you understand, Ms. Gravel.

Yes, Fred will be picking you up at 8:00.

Uh, what's Flintstone like?

Uh, well, he's got a great sense of humor.

What? What's he look like?

Uh, great sense of humor, that boy.

Intelligence? He's the funniest.

[laughs] Yes, yes, goodbye.

(Fred) 'Mr. Slate, about that buyer.'

It's all set, she can't wait to meet you.

Well, she'll have to. I'm a married man.

- This is business! - I just realized it.

I-I mean, that the buyer is a female woman.

Well, I can't call it off now. Might lose the whole account.

It'll slow things down.

I guess you'll have to ask your wife to join.

I'll change the club reservation to three.

My wife's out of town visiting her mother!

Well, then there's no problem! Your wife will understand.

Not my wife, I can't do that! I love my wife.

'I love mine, too. I keep telling myself.'

Sorry, Mr. Slate, I guess I'm just doomed

to be a plain-old dino-operator.

(Slate) 'If you take out this buyer'

'it can be the beginning of things for you.'

You mean, the end, if I know my wife.

'For her, it could be a whole new world'

'the wife of a junior executive.'

"Junior executive?"

Yeah, just what Wilma always wanted, to be proud of me.

That she'll be.

Eventually, you could be made vice president.

And after a while, who knows, maybe a partner.

Gosh, Wilma would be the happiest woman in the world!

What do you say, Freddy? Do you take Ms. Gravel out?

How's about a light, partner?

Coming up.

[instrumental music]

[scatting]

Huh, 7:30, just in time to get dressed

to pick up Ms. Gravel, the buyer.

Oh, I hope Wilma will forgive me.

After all, I'm doin' it for her.

Ah, ah, achoo!

Uh, those soap bubbles get in my nose.

Oh, I'm so proud of you, Barney. Another $2 raise.

The second in ten years.

Guess the boss has been noticin' my work.

[chuckles] This calls for celebration.

Uh, yeah. Hey, uh, I'll go out and get a pizza.

I mean a real celebration.

- And ask Fred to join us. - Hey, that's a good idea.

He's been working real hard since Wilma's been away.

He could use a little relaxation.

Let's see if he's in.

[scatting]

(Betty) 'Fred, oh, Fred!'

Hey! Hello, Betty, Barney.

(Barney) 'Me and Betty is celebratin' tonight, Fred.'

Uh, we'd like you to join us.

(Fred) 'Oh, um, uh'

'that's, uh, delightful of you'

'but, uh, b-but I--'

You're not workin' again?

'Uh, workin'? Well.. Yeah, yeah, that..'

Mr. Slate, he always finds things for me to do.

(Betty) 'Working? Isn't that your new tie?'

Uh, yeah, uh..

Boss' orders. He's on a neat kick lately. Heh-heh.

[sniffing]

Hey, uh, smells like bath salts or somethin'.

[sniffing]

- Wilma's. - Uh, yeah.

They happened to fall into the tub by accident.

From the bedroom? That's where Wilma keeps her bath salts.

Sure strange, something like that'll happen

once in a million years.

Yup, there's always a first time for everything.

Well, thanks anyway for thinking of me, folks.

- But I got to hurry now. - 'Ha-ha.'

Fred Flintstone, if I didn't know you better

I'd say you had a date with another woman.

[laughing]

Old Fred, a date with another woman.

Ridiculous!

[laughing]

Yeah, old Fred. Ridiculous!

[laughs] Yeah, that's the craziest thing I ever heard.

[laughs]

Hm.

Old Fred, huh?

vroom

screech

Wilma, what happened to you?

(Wilma) 'Oh, hello, Betty, Barney.'

Home so soon?

Uh, you were supposed to stay at your mother's

another week. Anything wrong?

No, everything's fine.

I just felt guilty about leaving Fred alone so long.

I sure miss my boy.

(Barney) 'By a couple of seconds. He just left for work.'

Work? At night?

(Betty) 'And every night since you left.'

Yeah, he's trying to impress his boss so he'll get a raise.

Like Barney just did.

(Wilma) 'Well, congratulations, Barney.'

Say, uh, me and Betty are goin' out to celebrate tonight, Wilma.

Uh, how's about you joinin' us, huh?

We've been savin' ourselves for one big ya-hoo.

And tonight's the night.

We're going to that snazzy night club

The Copa Cave.

Oh, I'd love to, kids

but, well, I'd like to be home

when Fred gets back from work.

Oh, come on, Wilma. Fred will be hours yet.

Yeah, he never gets back till early in the morning.

We hear him when he gets in.

[chuckles] No tippy-tippy-toe, that Fred.

What do you say, Wilma? Join us, we'll be home early.

Well, since Fred will be at work so late

and I've heard so much about Copa Cave

and Fred wouldn't mind, I'm sure.

Goody-good-good. We'll pick you up in a half an hour.

[chuckles] Oh, it'll be fun.

Betty's teaching me to dance.

A one and two and tip turn.

A one and two and tip, cha-cha-cha.

[instrumental music]

Would you care to order now, please, perhaps?

I'd like to start off with champagne.

Champagne for two.

And, uh, what kind, please?

Uh, the most expensive.

The most expensive?

I'm a very important client.

And, uh, imported. Uh, make sure it's imported.

Oui, monsieur.

'Cause I don't know the difference.

[Fred and Greta laughing]

Oh, I can't remember when I've had such a wonderful time.

Mr. Slate was right. You do have a terrific sense of humor.

[Fred laughs]

'Yup, Freddy the joke-cracker they call me, Ms. Gravel.'

- You call me Greta. - Sure, Greta, and you call me--

I will, every time I get into town.

Oh, but-but-but, I'm-I'm--

Booked up far in advance, naturally.

I'll just have to take my chances that you'll be free.

Uh, shall we dance?

Uh, sure, sure, Greta. My pleasure.

[instrumental music]

Right this way. Here we are.

And, uh, before dinner would you care for something to drink?

Uh, champagne, perhaps?

(Betty) 'Champagne? Uh, no, thanks, nothing.'

(Wilma) 'Nothing for me.'

(Barney) 'Me neither, nothin'.'

Three nothings? Shee.

[chuckles] Isn't this just thrill?

Oh, I wish Fred were here with us.

Too bad he has to be working.

Uh, uh, Wilma, you mind if Barney and I dance?

This music is just like, wow.

(Wilma) 'Oh, go right ahead.'

[music continues]

♪ One and two a one and two ♪

♪ Scooby-dooby-doo Scooby-dooby-doo ♪

Oh, you sure dance up a storm, Freddy.

And you say you've never taken a lesson?

Ah, I guess I was just born with talented feet.

Oh, our champagne's arrived.

Let's drink it while it's still cold.

Great idea.

- How am I doin', honey? - N-not bad.

Uh, but this is a rumble, waltz faster.

Uh, m-maybe we better get back to the table.

- Oh, not doin' so good, huh? - Oh, it's not that.

I-I-I just don't like leaving Wilma there all alone.

(Barney) Oh, uh, sure, sure.

I'm gonna call home, just in case Fred got back early.

Wowy, wow-wow-wow! Look at these prices!

Hey, uh, if Fred's home, ask him to join us

and bring some money. I didn't expect these prices.

That dancing certainly made me hungry.

I think I'll order now.

I'm gonna have chopped Pterodactyl livers

and mastodon chow mein.

Oh, let's see.

- Holy mackerel! - What's that?

I wondered whether they have any holy mackerel on the menu.

My-my-my favorite dish.

Greta! Greta Gravel!

Wilma! Wilma Pebbles.

Not anymore. I'm married now.

Lucky you.

Gee, Wilma, I haven't seen you since high school.

Oh, this is..

Well, I guess my escort just stepped out.

Wonderful fellow, Wilma. You should meet him.

Kind, attentive, great dancer.

Just the kind of guy a woman can marry if she's lucky.

(Wilma) 'I'm already lucky.'

'That's the kind of a guy I married.'

'Kind, faithful as a puppy dog.'

'I was just about to call him.'

'He's been working hard overtime.'

My date will be back in a moment, Wilma.

Sit down and chat a while.

Don't tell me you've never married, Greta.

You were the most popular girl in school.

(Greta) Oh, I guess my standards were too high.

I played hard to get and, well, I just didn't get got.

Oh, I wonder what's keeping Freddy.

(Wilma) Freddy? Oh-ho, funny. That's my husband's name, too.

'While you're waiting for your date, why don't you visit'

'with my friends, the Rubbles, a moment?'

- 'I want you to meet them.' - 'I'd love to.'

(Barney) 'Wonder where the waiter is. I'm getting hungry.'

(Wilma) 'Mr. and Mrs. Rubble, this is Greta Gravel.'

- Uh-oh. - 'Pleased to meet you.'

(Barney) Likewise, I'm sure. Won't you sit down and join us?

Oh, thanks, but my date should be right back.

Oh, come on, just till he returns.

Well, alright.

(Betty) Perhaps when your boyfriend gets back, Ms. Gravel

you can both join us for a drink.

(Greta) Oh, no, you join us.

My escort has an unrestricted expense account.

Shall I call a cab, sir?

(Fred) Never mind. I'll crawl home.

[sighs] Wilma would never believe the truth.

I-I can't blame her.

[panting] I-I have a hard time believing it my-myself.

[instrumental music]

Sorry for the crowding, these sport models

are murder with extra passengers.

I don't mind, and it's awfully kind of you

to drive me to my hotel.

It's not out of our way.

And say, Greta, we have to pass my place.

How about stopping off for a while?

Maybe Fred's back from work. I'd love for you to meet him.

[snoring]

[mumbling]

Poor darling. Fast asleep like a baby.

Wilma! I thought you were at your mother's.

I didn't wanna stay away any longer.

- Thought you might be lonesome. - I was.

Mwah. Poor darling.

You must have worked tonight till exhaustion.

Uh, worked? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm-I'm bushed.

Too tired to even change into pajamas, huh?

Ah, ha-ha, yeah, yeah.

Well, since you're dressed, I'd like you to meet someone.

Sure, sure.

'It's an old school chum of mine. Her name is Ms. Gravel.'

Oh, no!

What's wrong, Fred? You look sick.

Uh, uh, uh, it-it-it's the mumps.

- I don't see any lumps. - I-I-I, it-it-it's a new kind.

R-reversible, that they break out on the inside.

You better send everybody away, it's terrible contagious.

Anything wrong, Wilma?

It's Fred. He's got reversible mumps.

- Reversible mumps? - I never heard of that.

And I studied nursing at one time.

It must be something, though.

Fred's pale as a ghost and shaking like a leaf.

(Betty) 'Maybe we better call a doctor.'

Well, in the interim, maybe there's something I can do.

[knocking on door]

That you, Wilma?

(Greta) 'No, a friend of your wife's.'

'Maybe I can ease your suffering.'

No, go away! I mean, go away!

Here I come. Ready or not?

Now, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you.

(Fred) Go away! I'll be alright if you'll just go away.

(Greta) This might lead to serious complications.

- You ain't kiddin'. - What's his trouble?

So far, just understandable bashfulness.

I've got an idea how to force him to let me check.

Maybe we'd all better just leave him rest for a little while.

(Fred) 'Yeah, yeah, that's what I need. Aloneness.'

[door slams]

Wow, that was close.

(Greta) 'You!'

'Oh, no, you don't!'

'Ducking out on me at the Copa Cave'

and leaving me stuck with the check!

'The cat's out of the bag.'

And little hardworking overtime Freddy is holding it.

Look, honey, I can explain!

I'm waiting. Start lying.

Fred Flintstone steppin' out on his own wife?

I wouldn't have believed it.

I guess that's what you were up to, gallivanting around

while your wife was visiting her sick mother.

I'm the one that's sick now.

My own husband!

[sobbing]

How could you, Fred?

How could you?

Don't, Wilma, don't do it. Give me a chance.

(Wilma) 'I gave you a chance, two weeks of it'

'and you certainly took advantage of my absence.'

Wilma, believe me, you are making a big mistake.

- The biggest. - I'm not blaming you, Greta.

You didn't know. To you, this was just another date.

Exactly.

Wilma Flintstone, you should be ashamed of yourself.

[gasping] I should be ashamed of myself?

(Betty) 'Well, that's ridiculous! Why her?'

Yeah, I'm the one that ain't worth wiping her feet on.

- Uh, that's right. - Don't be such a helper.

Now listen to me, Mrs. Wife, and you, too, Betty.

You both should be grateful that you have husbands.

What do you know about it? You're single.

Exactly.

Because I didn't think any man was good enough.

But you women who have hard-working husbands

you don't know how lucky you are.

Yeah, guys like us don't grow on trees.

Fred here did no wrong.

He took out an old..

Well, not too-old gal like me to please his boss

so he could get a raise and pay for all these luxuries

so your life could be a little easier.

To please his boss?

Oh, Fred, I'm sorry I never really realized.

We husbands, we're just took for granted.

Sometimes I wonder whether it's all worth it.

Think it over, girls, before you jump to conclusions.

- Goodnight, Wilma. - Goodnight, Greta.

[door shuts]

I'm sorry, Fred.

I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.

I really appreciate you.

So do I, Barney.

- 'Uh, tell us.' - 'Uh, tell us.'

(both) We appreciate--

Not with words. Tomorrow is Sunday.

So startin' tomorrow morning

what we overworked, unappreciated husbands

insist on is..

[scatting]

- Wilma? - Yes, Fred?

'Get Barney on the phone, wife.'

Yes, Fred darling.

[telephone ringing]

The phone, wife.

At once, husband-san.

Herro, uh, this residence Barney Rubble.

Lord and master.

[chuckles]

For you, lord and master.

Hello, Barney. Fred.

Say, uh, I see by the papers

that there's a ball game tonight. Wanna go?

Okay.

Put this down on my memo, Wilma.

Ball game tonight.

'Fight's tomorrow night.'

- 'Bowling next night.' - Yes, Fred.

May, uh, Betty and I come along on bowling night?

Naturally. Who do you think is gonna set up the pins?

[both laughing]

Oh, Fred, you're so good to me.

[laughing]

[theme music]

creak

[yawning]

clink

[door shuts]

thud

[door shuts]

Wilma!

[banging on door]

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door!

Wilma!

[instrumental music]