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[theme music]

honk honk

honk

whistle

[siren blaring]

whistle

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

thud

bam

thud

muah

[instrumental music]

Mm, I just love that Yogi Cave Bear show, Wilma.

So do I, Betty.

Thank you, Yogi Cave Bear.

And now, a word from our sponsor.

Ladies, have you a hair problem?

Is she kidding?

Hasn't everybody?

Well, with Coco Curly hair spray

your troubles are over.

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'or soft, drab, lifeless hair like Margy's'

can be transformed with Coco Curly.

Let Coco Curly do for you what it did for Alice.

pssst

[sneezing]

[indistinct]

'Now, watch Coco Curly go to work.'

bling

'There, Alice's hair is curly'

'healthy, beautiful.'

Oh, brother!

[both chuckling]

'Now, watch what Coco Curly does for Margy's'

'soft, drab, lifeless hair.'

bling

'Now, Margy is a happy girl'

'with her lovely hair.'

'Remember, Coco Curly contains'

'tranzipan 40.'

- What's tranzipan 40, Wilma? - Who knows?

But it's probably twice as good as tranzipan 20.

[both chuckling]

But seriously, Betty, those commercials make me realize

my hair is a mess.

Look who's talking.

Mine's got all the beauty of a football helmet.

Look, Wilma.

boing

That's nothing. Look.

boing

Isn't that a doozy?

(Betty) 'Let's face it, Wilma.'

We need new hairstyles.

boing

(both in unison) Let's go down to the beauty parlor.

[both laughing]

[tires screeching]

Here we are.

I hope Pierre can take us right away.

Oh, I hope so, I can hardly wait.

(Wilma) 'Oops, you go ahead, Betty.'

I forgot to put some money in the parking meter.

[squawking] Remember, you got just two hours.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

Oh, I hope our new hairstyles turn out well, Wilma.

Oh, I'm sure they will, Betty.

(Pierre) 'Ah, bonjour, ladies.'

Now that the air is dry

Pierre will make you beautiful, yes.

This way, if you please.

Pierre, be sure to give us the latest hairstyle.

Oh, but of course, Madam Flintstone.

Now, we back comb the hair, Madam Flintstone.

The back combing, that is the secret.

Secret? Mystery would be a better word.

This hairstyle will do something for you, Madam Rubble.

Yeah, it could lose me Mr. Rubble.

Pierre is finished.

Come out ladies and show your new hairstyles.

- Betty. - Wilma.

- It's darling. - It's darling.

Yes, ladies, you are.

How you say, my masterpiece.

- 'Thank you, Pierre.' - 'Good bye, Pierre.'

[instrumental music]

There's no wind, Wilma, we can get to the car.

Better walk tippy-toe.

Well, we made it to the car.

Drive slowly, Wilma.

We have to get these hairdos home.

[wheels creaking]

- Is this slow enough, Betty? - Oh-oh, stop a minute.

I think I feel a breeze coming up.

[cars honking]

We're holding up a long line of traffic, Betty.

It can't be helped, Wilma.

We have a big investment to protect.

Wilma, look what's coming on the other side of the road.

[rumbling]

(Wilma) 'A double-trailer truck, speeding fast.'

It'll make an awful breeze when it passes.

- Let's hope for the best. - I'm hoping, I'm hoping.

[rumbling continues]

Nothing.

whoosh

Well, we've got no more worries about what the boys will say.

That's for sure.

There..

...right back where we started, Betty.

Well, we gave it a good try.

I'll see you later, Wilma, I'm gonna start dinner.

Me too, Betty.

When I think of wasting that money on a hairdo

specially when we are so short.

Now, we're flat broke.

I just have to ask Barney to get

an advance on his salary.

Waste not, want not.

[door slamming]

Barney, um, you're home a little early.

Hiya, Betty.

Barney, I have something to tell you.

No, wait, I've got something to tell you, Betty.

Well, no, mine's more important.

Oh, I bet you it isn't.

(Betty) 'Okay, you tell me first.'

Here it is, they laid me off from work today.

- They laid you off? - 'Yup.'

(Barney) 'Now, what were you gonna tell me, Betty?'

Well, uh, oh..

Well, I spent the last $20 we had

on a hairdo today, Barney.

Oh, that's okay, Betty.

They fixed your hair real nice.

Oh, that's the way I like it.

Oh, Barney!

I said, they fixed your hair real nice

that's the way I like it.

What's wrong with that?

Women.

Sheesh.

Don't worry, Betty

Barney will be called back to work any day.

But, Wilma, he won't be unless the company gets

the contract to build that big catapult.

- Catapult? - Yeah.

The one to catapult a man to the moon.

Oh, that one.

(Betty) 'But Barney needs a job right now.'

We're flat broke.

Don't worry, Betty.

I'll speak to Fred when he comes home.

He might have an idea.

Well, Fred, how was dinner?

Real fine, Wilma.

Good, Fred.

I always worry about your appetite.

Oh, boy.

I'm sorry I roasted only one pterodactyl, Fred.

Oh, that's okay, Wilma.

I'll eat a couple of pizzas later on.

Fred, I'm worried about Barney.

'He was laid off today and they're flat broke.'

'He doesn't know when he'll be called back and he needs a job.'

Boy, that's a tough break for Barney.

Come on, Wilma, let's go over and cheer him up.

Good idea, Fred.

It's so nice of Fred to come over, Wilma.

Well, in a case like this, it needs man to man talk.

Ah, you got nothing to worry about, Barney.

- I don't? - Not a thing, Barney.

You know, it's always darkest before the dawn.

No kidding, Fred.

Right, and every dark cloud has a silver lining.

I didn't know that, Fred.

And April showers may bring May flowers.

- Flowers, huh? - Yeah.

And into each ones life some rain must fall.

Some rain, huh?

swoosh

Well, like you said, Fred

"Into each ones life some rain--"

What's the matter with you?

I'm trying to cheer you up.

Weather reports about clouds

and showers won't do it, Fred.

- I need a job. - Job, job.

Boy, what a one track mind.

snip snip snip

Barney, I'd offer you some dough

only I know you're too proud to take it.

Try me.

Okay, here's a ten spot.

But I know you won't take it

because I'm a student of human nature.

Thanks, Fred.

But you're not a student of the unemployed.

And you still owe me 40 bucks more from last year.

That's only because you won't bowl me double or nothing.

(Barney) 'But you beat me at bowling every time, Fred.'

Oh, boy. What a cheapskate excuse.

Oh, Fred, come here a minute, please.

Okay, okay. What is it, Wilma?

Fred, I was telling Betty how much they depend on you

at the Bedrock Quarry and Gravel Company.

And Wilma said, you could get Barney a job there

since you're a key man in the company.

Well, I'd be glad to but Barney doesn't know

anything about the gravel pit business.

They-they use only skilled professionals.

Oh, but I'd do anything, Fred.

Sweep floors, run errands, I'd work hard.

I'd advance myself.

I wouldn't stop until I was running the big machine.

Running the big machine!

That's my job, you eager beaver.

You heard that, Wilma.

This guy's angling to steal my job.

That's enough of that nonsense, Fred.

It's a big company.

The gravel pit's only one of their interests.

So you get over to Mr. Slates house

and put in a good word for Barney right away.

Oh, okay.

[instrumental music]

ding dong

Hey, you're not Mr. Slate, did he move?

No, I'm the butler.

Whom shall I say is calling?

Whom? Oh, ah, Flintstone, Fred Flintstone.

(Butler) 'Oh, this way, if you please.'

[instrumental music]

- Mr. Flintstone. - Yeah?

Will you please get off my tail?

Oh, ah.. He-he, sure.

Thank you.

Flintstone, what are you doing in my house?

Hello, M-Mr. Slate, sir.

I-I've come to ask a favor.

You've got a nerve to barge in here asking favors, Flintstone.

Well, it's for a friend of mine.

He nee-needs a job.

Needs a job?

Well, if he can run your machine, he's got a job.

Uh, no, Mr. Slate, you don't understand.

I understand, alright.

I understand you're getting out of here

right now, Flintstone.

thud

Here comes Fred now.

- I hope you got me a job. - Hiya, folks.

Fred, how about the job?

Job? Oh, yeah, yeah, that.

It's in the bag, you start tomorrow, Barney.

- Hurray! - Oh, that's wonderful.

I'm proud of you, Fred.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪♪

I can deny it.

Fred, Fred, get up.

You don't want Barney late on his first morning.

Arr, I'm not going to work today, I'm-I'm sick.

- 'You are not.' - I am so.

I'm sick of Barney Rubble. He's a troublemaker.

- Come on, Fred. - Hiya, Fred.

[instrumental music]

Top of the morning to you.

And what are you doing in my house

this time of morning?

Well, uh, I don't want to be late, Fred.

I give a full day's work for a full day's pay.

- Out, out! - But-but, Fred..

(Fred) 'Out! Out! Out!'

thud

'And stay out.'

[door slamming]

Boy, Fred's a sweet guy

but he sure gets up grouchy.

[instrumental music]

He's nowhere in sight.

I'll jump in the car fast and zing away.

[instrumental music]

Hey, hey, Fred, wait.

You forgot me.

[music continues]

Okay, pull over.

[panting]

We don't like chipping our tickets, mister.

But there's been too many accidents, lately.

screech

Lucky you got a ticket, Fred.

[panting]

I never would have caught you.

'We'll still make it in time to hit the old ball.'

Oh, boy, this is gonna be one of those days.

[wheels screeching]

Okay, Barney, there's the main office.

But do me one favor.

Anything, Fred.

When you talk to Mr. Slate, uh

don't mention my name.

(Barney) 'Oh, of course not, Fred.'

Slate speaking.

No, we're not hiring now.

Got too many employees as it is.

Good bye.

- Uh, Mr. Slate? - Yes, yes, what do you want?

I'm here to go to work, Mr. Slate.

Oh, from the size of that lunch pail

I'd say you were here to eat.

Oh, I'm a hard worker, Mr. Slate.

I've been working hard ever since I was a kid

up north in Granite Town.

Granite Town? That's my hometown.

Small world, huh, Mr. Slate?

Oh, I left there when I was a kid.

We lived on Boulder Avenue.

Bolder Avenue? That's where I lived.

Well, we lived at 142 Boulder Avenue.

I lived at 140, right next to my married sister.

Say, what's your name?

Rubble, Barney Rubble.

Little Barney, my sisters boy.

After all these years.

Nephew.

Uncle, uh, uncle.

Oh, do I get a job, unc?

Now, Barney, as vice president in-charge of production

you are an executive.

Uh, that's nice.

And you must conduct yourself as one in all ways.

Well, do-dee-do-do-do-do will do-do-do, uncle.

Oh, never call me "Uncle."

It, uh, doesn't sound good on the job.

Right, got it, stranger.

Come along now, and I'll brief you on the image

an executive must protect.

I always wanted to be an executive.

[instrumental music]

Come on, come on, lift that rock.

Hold that stone, that's it.

Lift it, lift it.

Oh, I do all the work and he gets paid for it.

That's it.

A flying rock.

Flying rock. Flying rock!

thud

Guess I'll check the gravel pit, executive wise.

- Fred. - Hi, Barney.

You look mad, Barney, didn't you get a job?

Yup, I did.

I am executive vice president

'in-charge of production.'

Execut.. Executive vice president

in-charge of production, huh?

Ha-ha-ha, that's a hot one.

[laughing]

- Flintstone! - Flintstone?

Flintstone! Who are you trying to Flintstone around here?

Watch it, Flintstone.

Flintstone, put Mr. Rubble down.

(Fred) 'Mr. Rubble?'

Yes, the executive vice president

in-charge of production.

Uh, va-va-va-vice president

in-cha-cha-charge--

(Mr. Slate) 'Flintstone, you're fired.'

Oh, just a minute, J.S.

Let's give the poor guy another chance.

Okay, B.R.

You handle it, that's your department.

Now, Flintstone, hop to it and get the rocks out.

Okay, Mr. Rubble.

I hate to be firm with Fred.

But I've gotta be an executive.

Fred's too big a guy to-to resent by good fortune.

thud

Fred!

Sorry, Mr. Rubble

but accidents can't tell an executive

from a working stiff.

[laughing]

[humming]

[door opens] That's you, Fred?

[door slamming]

(Wilma) 'Fred's home, Dino.'

baba baba baba baba

R-a-w-r!

Yikes!

[whimpering]

Fred, Betty and I have been wondering all day.

Did Barney get the job you lined him up for?

R-a-w-r!

Oh, well, no use talking to him

while he's in that mood.

I'll go over to Betty's.

R-a-w-r!

thud thud

'R-a-w-r!'

Ask me again, go ahead, Wilma, ask me again.

Okay, Betty.

Did Barney get a job?

He didn't get a job.

He got a position.

Barney is vice president in-charge of production

'and Fred's boss.'

- Boss? - 'Fred's boss.'

[chuckles] Doesn't it seem funny, Wilma?

Fred's been there so long

and Barney makes it to the top in just one day?

Ha-ha, funniest thing I ever heard of.

I'll laugh all the way home.

Fred. Fred Flintstone.

- 'Yeah, Wilma.' - Come here, Fred.

Will you tell me why you'd get Barney a vice president's job

instead of taking the job yourself?

What job? I never heard of it before.

They just made it up this morning.

And that fat head Rubble walks right into it.

I don't get it.

It's gonna be tough listening to Betty brag.

[knock on door]

I'll see who it is.

- Hi, Wilma. - Hi, Wilma.

- Hi. - Hiya, Fred.

And, uh, you can call me Barney, we're not on the job now, Fred.

Nothing's changed, it's Fred and Barney around the house.

Why did you come over here tonight, Barney?

Well, uh, we thought you and Wilma would like to go out

and celebrate my vice presidency, Flintstone.

- I mean, Fred. - Mr. Rubble.

You're my boss, okay, act like one.

I do my work all day.

When the whistle blows, I'm through

and I don't wanna see any boss's until the next day.

So please, Mr. Rubble

executive yourself out.

(Barney) 'Uh, come on, Betty.'

Huh, I told you we shouldn't try to mix with the help, Barney.

(Barney) 'You're so right, Betty.'

Fred, I'm proud of you.

Oh, that stuff burns me up.

So, Barney was my buddy, now he's my boss.

Okay, I'll go along with that.

It's not gonna bother me one little bit, Wilma.

Me either.

We're the same two people anyway, thank goodness, Fred.

- Hey, Flintstone. - Yes, Mr. Rubble?

(Barney) 'Get back on your machine, get those rocks out.'

Yes, sir, but the machine's taking on water.

'So I thought I'd eat my lunch now'

'that way no time is lost, Mr. Rubble.'

Okay, Flintstone, good thinking.

(Fred) 'Thanks, Mr. Rubble.'

Fred's been real distant all week.

He doesn't get mad or anything

but he's sure not the same old Fred.

I know what you mean, Barney.

Wilma hasn't been the same either.

Fred sure has changed.

You know, Barney, we should get out with our own crowd.

Make friends with the other executives.

Right, Betty. Who needs the Flintstones?

Good thinking, Barney.

You can make good contacts by joining

the executive club, here.

Well, uh, that's what we figured.

If you'd care to join the ladies in the garden room, Betty

I'll show Barney where the boys play.

Okay, see you later.

What do the boys do for fun here, J.S.?

- Bowling? - Heaven's, no.

Chess is the big game here.

Oh, sure sounds like fun, fun, fun.

Oh, it is.

Go on in, there's a tournament going on.

Hey, any of you guys wanna shoot a game of pool?

crash crash crash

We gotta face it, Betty, we don't fit in with this crowd.

You're not kidding.

(Barney) 'And we get along good with people like Fred and Wilma.'

Not anymore.

That's because we've-we've acted like heels.

'Throwing our weight around.'

Oh, but, Barney, it's not your fault

you have more on the ball than Fred

so they made you Fred's boss.

Ho-ho-ho, that's a laugh.

I-I wouldn't have the job at all except Mr. Slate

discovered he's my uncle.

Your uncle?

'And I thought you got the job because you were brilliant.'

Now, you should know better that that.

I'm gonna call Wilma right away and tell her.

- 'Maybe, they'll forgive us.' - I sure hope so.

(Betty) 'No answer, Barney, they must be out.'

Yeah, having a good time. Like we all used to have.

[instrumental music]

- Oh, Fred. - Yeah, what is it, Wilma?

This ball he gave me, is no good.

- It's full of holes. - '"Full of holes?"'

Those holes are supposed to be in it.

You put your fingers in 'em, you numbskull.

Fred Flintstone!

Ow!

You dropped that ball on my foot, you dimwit.

Fred, I won't have you calling me names.

'I went out, to be a companion to you.'

'But I won't stand for that stuff.'

Ah, but I didn't mean anything, Wilma.

It's just that when a guy's out with his buddy

he might call him names in fun.

That's the... buddy system, huh?

(Fred) 'Yeah. He-he-he.'

Some of the names I used to call Barney.

[laughing] Oh, boy.

'But Barney never got mad.'

Okay, I get the idea.

You were going to teach me to bowl.

- Okay, fat stuff. - "Fat stuff?"

Don't get mad, buddy.

Okay, now do like I told you.

Try to let go of it this time.

That's it, let go of it.

zoink

Oh, no.

crash crash crash

Fred, I knocked all the pins down.

Yeah, you did, but on his alley.

Now, watch closely and I'll show you how it's done.

tinkle tinkle tinkle

thud thud thud

First game, huh?

Don't be such a sore head, Fred.

So I beat you bowling.

Big deal, big deal.

If that's the way you act when you lose

no wonder Barney won't be friends with you.

[tires screeching]

Fred, why did you stop?

I wanna straighten you out on something.

It was me who decided to end

the so called friendship, not Barney.

Whenever I see the guy I snub him.

Oh, yeah?

Then why is it you're mentioning him all the time.

Barney this, Barney that, Barney, Barney, Barney..

Here comes Fred and Wilma.

Yeah, I bet they had a good time.

And another thing, I don't want anymore of that yelling

Barney, Barney, Barney.

[screeching]

Uh, you called, Fred?

Uh, what do you want, Fred?

I want nothing from you, Mr. Executive Rubble.

Oh, just call me Barney.

I'm not your boss anymore, I quit.

- 'You quit?' - Yeah.

Betty doesn't want me working for relatives.

Of course, I forgive you, Betty.

Now, I hope the boys can patch up their differences.

I don't know. Fred can be pretty stubborn.

I know what you mean.

And I start the work at my old job, Monday, Fred.

So there's no reason we can't be friends, again.

There is nothing you can say that will ever make me friends

with you again, Mr. Rubble.

Uh, how about going bowling, Fred?

boing

We can play for the 40 bucks you owe me, Fred.

[mumbling]

40...bucks?

Hmm, looks like the boys made up, Wilma.

In a big way.

(Fred) 'Oh, let's go, Barney buddy.'

Right with you, Freddy boy.

- Yabba dabba doo. - Yabba dabba doo.

[theme music]

[yawning]

[music continues]

thud

thud

Wilma!

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door.

Wilma!