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I JUST GOT TO GET SOME FOOD.

EVERY NERVE IN ME IS YELLING FOR A BRONTOSAURUS BURGER.

I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER.

AL, AL, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU PROMISED WILMA, AL.

I NEED SOME FOOD. AL, AL, JUST ONE...

ONE LITTLE BRONTOSAURUS BURGER.

NO ONE WILL KNOW. WHAT HARM CAN IT DO?

O.K., FRED.

WILMA WILL KILL ME FOR THIS,

BUT I CAN'T STAND TO SEE YOU SUFFER.

[HONKS]

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY WARNER BROS.

[SIREN]

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

BEDROCK TELEVISION STUDIOS. GOOD MORNING.

I'M SORRY. MR. SLABSIDES IS BUSY SHOOTING A COMMERCIAL.

WILL YOU LEAVE A MESSAGE, PLEASE?

WE HAVE ONE MORE ACTOR TO INTERVIEW,

MR. SLABSIDES.

O.K. RUN HIM THROUGH.

NEXT. STEP UP, PLEASE.

NO, NO, NO. HE WON'T DO.

IT DOESN'T DO A THING FOR ME.

THE AFTER IS PERFECT,

BUT THE BEFORE ISN'T RIGHT.

WELL, HE'S THE LAST ONE, MR. SLABSIDES.

THERE ARE NO MORE FAT BEFORES.

YOU'VE TRIED 50 OF THEM, SIR.

BUT NONE OF THEM ARE RIGHT.

THEY DON'T CREATE AN IMAGE.

THERE'S NO SPONSOR IDENTIFICATION...

HEY, SLABSIDES, WHAT'S HOLDING UP

THAT REDUCING COMMERCIAL?

OH, HELLO, B.J.

WELL, I HAVE A LOT OF IDEAS.

I THREW THEM ALL IN THE LAKE

TO SEE IF THEY'D FLOAT. HA HA HA.

BUT THEY ALL SANK.

I SEEM TO BE STUCK

FOR THE RIGHT BEFORE IMAGE, B.J.,

ONE THAT WILL PROJECT

AN IDENTIFYING IMAGE FOR THE CLIENT,

ONE THAT WILL FIRE THE IMAGINATION,

TRIGGER PEOPLE INTO TAKING THE COURSE.

THE RIGHT IMAGE...

AW, SHUT UP!

DON'T GIVE ME ALL THAT GUFF.

I TAUGHT IT TO YOU.

ONE FAT MAN...

3 DAYS AUDITIONING.

BIG DEAL.

I'LL GET THE FIRST FAT MAN

THAT COMES ALONG THE STREET

AND GET THIS THING ROLLING!

YEAH, YEAH. YES, SIR.

IMAGE, SCHMIMAGE.

ALL I WANT IS A FAT MAN.

THERE OUGHT TO BE ONE ALONG ANY MINUTE.

♪ YABBA DOO DOO DA DOODLE DOO DOO ♪

♪ YABBA DOODLE DOO DOO DOO DOO ♪♪

UH, HEY, MISTER.

YOU WANT SOMETHING, BUD?

YES. MAY I HAVE A WORD WITH YOU, SIR?

AS LONG AS IT DON'T COST ME NOTHING, WHY NOT?

IS THAT ALL YOU?

THAT'S ALL ME, BUSTER,

AND IT COST ME A LOT OF MONEY

TO GET IT THAT WAY.

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE ON TELEVISION?

TELEVISION? OH, NO.

YOU'RE THE GUY WITH THE PEEK-A-BOO CAMERA.

I'VE SEEN YOUR PROGRAM BEFORE, MISTER.

WHERE'S THE MICROPHONE? WHERE'S THE CAMERA?

OH, YOU'RE CLEVER AT HIDING EVERYTHING.

GEE, I NEVER SUSPECTED.

HEY, WILMA! HEY, BARNEY, BETTY!

IT'S ME... FRED!

I'M ON TV! LOOK!

HA HA HA!

I HOPE I DIDN'T MAKE A FOOL OF MYSELF.

WHERE'S THE RELEASE? I'LL SIGN IT.

OH, BOY. I'M ON PEEK-A-BOO CAMERA.

WILMA! HEY, WILMA, HOW DO I LOOK?

HOW DO I LOOK?

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

WHAT'S ALL THE FUSS ABOUT?

WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?

IT'S ALL RIGHT, OFFICER.

HE'S ONE OF OUR TV ACTORS.

OH, ONE OF THEM, EH?

WELL, KEEP HIM QUIET.

THIS IS A PUBLIC STREET.

OH, I LOVE YOUR PROGRAM.

YOU FOOL EVEN THE SMARTEST PEOPLE LIKE ME.

WHEN DO I GET THE RESIDUALS

FOR THE RERUNS?

COME ON, COME ON. TELL ME.

TELL ME WHERE'S THE CAMERA HIDDEN.

THERE IS NO CAMERA.

YOU WEREN'T ON TV AT ALL.

HUH? NOT ON TV?

WHAT'S A MATTER WITH YOU?

YOU SOME KIND OF A NUT OR SOMETHING?

I'VE A GOOD MIND TO PUFF YOUR LIP UP.

BUT I CAN PUT YOU ON TV.

YOU CAN?

CERTAINLY, MISTER, UH, MISTER...

FLINTSTONE. FRED FLINTSTONE.

PLEASED TO MEET YOU.

I'M B.J., MR. FLINTSTONE,

PRESIDENT OF BEDROCK TELEVISION STUDIOS,

AND YOU'RE PERFECT

FOR A PART I HAVE IN MIND.

NO KIDDING?

NO KIDDING, MR. FLINTSTONE.

YOU CAN BE A BIG MAN ON TV.

DUH... GOSH.

I WONDER WHAT'S KEEPING FRED.

IT'S NOT LIKE HIM TO BE LATE FOR DINNER.

HIYA, WILMA!

FRED, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

YABBA-DABBA-DOO!

FRED, WHAT'S THE MATTER?

WAIT TILL YOU HEAR THE NEWS, WILMA.

WHAT NEWS?

WILMA, YOU ARE MARRIED TO A TV STAR.

I AM? OH, BOY. WHICH ONE?

TERRY MASONITE? RICK MASTERSON?

MAVEROCK.

IT DOESN'T MATTER. I LOVE THEM ALL.

I AM TALKING ABOUT ME.

YOU, FRED? A TV STAR?

HA HA HA!

O.K. O.K. LAUGH, BUT YOU'LL SEE ME

ON TAPE AT 8:00 TONIGHT,

WHICH IS, AS WE SAY IN THE VIDEO BUSINESS,

PRIME TIME.

WILMA, FRED WOULDN'T INVITE EVERYBODY

OVER TO YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT IF HE WASN'T ON TV.

THAT'S WHAT I KEEP TELLING MYSELF.

BUT I'M STILL NOT CONVINCED.

HMM. WILMA, I DON'T MEAN THIS AS IT SOUNDS,

BUT WHAT COULD FRED DO ON TV?

I'M SURE I DON'T KNOW.

HIS BIG ACT AT PARTIES

IS THE LAMPSHADE ON HIS HEAD ROUTINE,

AND I DON'T THINK TELEVISION

IS THAT DESPERATE YET.

I DON'T THINK SO EITHER.

HIYA, GIRLS. WHAT'S THE BIG CONFERENCE ABOUT?

WE WERE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT

WHAT FRED WILL BE DOING ON TV.

HE WOULDN'T TELL ME, WILMA.

BUT I BET IT'S THE LAMPSHADE ACT.

IT ALWAYS GOES OVER BIG WITH THE BOWLING TEAM,

AND THEY'LL ALL BE HERE TONIGHT.

OH, WHICH REMINDS ME,

I HAVE 50 PIZZA PIES TO DEFROST.

I'LL SEE YOU LATER.

SO LONG, WILMA.

YEAH, BYE.

HOW ABOUT THAT FRED?

WHAT A GUY, HUH?

YEAH, IMAGINE THE CAPTAIN OF OUR BOWLING TEAM

A TV STAR.

OH, GOSH. ISN'T THIS EXCITING?

EVERYONE WE KNOW IS HERE.

YEAH. FRED EVEN INVITED PEOPLE

HE'S BEEN MAD AT FOR YEARS.

HEY, BARNEY. WHERE'S FRED?

I WANT TO GET HIS AUTOGRAPH.

Fred: GREETINGS, EVERYBODY.

YABBA-DABBA-DABBA-DOO!

HA HA HA!

OH, THAT FRED! HE'S GOT A LAMPSHADE ON HIS HEAD.

FRED, TAKE IT OFF. YOU LOOK SILLY.

THAT'S THE OLD WARM-UP

WE CALL IT IN TV-LAND, WILMA.

WELL, IT'S THE OLD CORN WE CALL IT AROUND HERE.

OH, BOY. WOMEN JUST DON'T DIG FUNNY GAGS.

WHEN DOES THE SHOW START, HUH, FRED?

IN ABOUT ONE MINUTE.

NOW QUIET, EVERYBODY.

NO TALKING WHILE THE PROGRAM'S ON.

IF YOU HAVE TO COUGH, GO OUTSIDE.

THERE. WE'LL TAKE A MINUTE

FOR THE SET TO WARM UP.

HEY, I BET FLINTSTONE'S A RIOT.

SHH!

I'M SO NERVOUS I COULD JUMP OUT OF MY SKIN.

QUIET. QUIET. HERE IT COMES.

GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

WELCOME TO THE HAPPY HOUR...

60 MINUTES OF SPINE-TINGLING SUSPENSE

GUARANTEED TO KEEP YOU ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT.

BUT FIRST, A BRIEF MESSAGE FROM OUR SPONSOR...

FAT OFF REDUCING METHOD.

BEFORE TAKING THE FAT OFF REDUCING METHOD.

YOU COULD LOOK LIKE THIS MAN... ALL LARD.

AFTER THE FAT OFF METHOD,

YOU CAN HAVE A PHYSIQUE LIKE THIS MAN.

NOTICE THE DIFFERENCE.

BEFORE IS SOFT, FLABBY, A MESS,

WHILE AFTER IS HANDSOME, RUGGED, TRIM,

FIT AS A FIDDLE.

SO DON'T BE A FLABBY BEFORE

WHEN YOU CAN BE A MUSCULAR AFTER

WITH THE FAT OFF REDUCING METHOD.

AND NOW, THE HAPPY HOUR.

WELL, THAT'S IT, FOLKS. HOW DID YOU LIKE IT?

HEY, WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO?

THEY ALL WENT HOME, FRED.

THEY WERE ASHAMED FOR YOU.

ASHAMED FOR ME? I DON'T GET IT.

I THOUGHT I LOOKED PRETTY GOOD.

IT WOULD BE DIFFERENT

IF I WAS THAT FAT BEFORE GUY.

BUT AS THE AFTER GUY,

I THOUGHT I SHAPED UP GREAT.

FRED FLINTSTONE, YOU WERE THE BEFORE GUY.

AFTER.

BEFORE. AFTER.

BEFORE.

ALL RIGHT. HOLD IT. HOLD IT!

WE'LL LET BETTY AND BARNEY DECIDE.

NOW, WAS I THE FAT, LARDY BEFORE,

OR WAS I THE MUSCULAR, HANDSOME AFTER?

TAKE YOUR TIME. THINK IT OVER. WELL?

YOU WERE THE FAT, LARDY BEFORE, FRED.

THAT'S RIGHT, THE SOFT, FLABBY ONE.

HOW ABOUT THAT?

NOT ONLY ARE THEY FALSE FRIENDS,

BUT THEY BOTH NEED GLASSES.

THEY ARE NOT FALSE FRIENDS,

AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NEEDS GLASSES,

FRED FLINTSTONE.

COME TO THINK OF IT,

I THINK I WAS STANDING

ON THE BEFORE SIDE.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY.

TELEVISION ADDS 10 POUNDS

TO YOUR APPEARANCE.

WELL, EATING LIKE A HORSE

HAS ADDED 50 POUNDS TO YOURS.

AND FIRST THING IN THE MORNING,

WE'RE GOING DOWNTOWN

AND HAVE THAT INSULTING COMMERCIAL STOPPED.

WHEN WE GET THERE, FRED, YOU KEEP QUIET.

I'LL DO THE TALKING.

O.K., WILMA.

I'LL GIVE THAT B.J. A PIECE OF MY MIND.

AND ANOTHER THING, YOU OLD GOAT.

IF THAT COMMERCIAL

ISN'T TAKEN OFF THE AIR IMMEDIATELY, I'LL SUE YOU,

REPORT YOU TO THE FCC, AND SLAP YOUR FACE.

NOW, NOW. CALM YOURSELF, MRS. FLINTSTONE.

OF COURSE WE'LL TAKE IT OFF THE AIR

IF YOU INSIST,

BUT IT'S A SHAME.

YOUR HUSBAND WAS A BIG SUCCESS.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

WE'VE HAD A LOT OF CALLS

ABOUT THE METHOD,

AND NOBODY WANTS TO LOOK

LIKE YOUR HUSBAND.

WATCH IT, BUDDY!

YEAH, WATCH IT, BUDDY.

WELL, ANYWAY,

GET YOURSELF ANOTHER FAT MAN.

MY HUSBAND IS GOING ON A DIET AND LOSE WEIGHT.

LOSE WEIGHT?

SAY, THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.

TELL YOU WHAT I'LL DO.

IF MR. FLINTSTONE WILL LOSE 25 POUNDS,

WE WILL PAY HIM $1,000.

$1,000? WHY?

WELL, DON'T YOU GET IT?

WE CAN SHOW HOW MUCH BETTER

ANYONE CAN LOOK

BY TAKING OFF 25 POUNDS

AND FEEL BETTER, TOO.

IS IT A DEAL?

1,000 SMACKEROOS? BOY, YOU GOT A DEAL.

GOOD, GOOD.

WE'LL START THE CAMPAIGN ROLLING

WITH A WEIGH-IN TONIGHT ON TV,

COAST TO COAST.

DO YOU THINK FRED

CAN REALLY LOSE 25 POUNDS, WILMA?

IF HE STICKS TO THE DIET,

THE DOCTOR PUT HIM ON

HE CAN.

BUT FRED'S APPETITE.

HE'S ALWAYS EATING SNACKS.

FRED'S GOT AN APPETITE FOR MONEY, TOO.

IT'S GONNA BE A BATTLE BETWEEN THE SNACKEROOS

AND THE SMACKEROOS, EH, WILMA?

HA HA HA!

THAT'S THE LINEUP, BARNEY.

TURN THE TV ON.

IT'S TIME FOR THE HAPPY HOUR.

RIGHT, WILMA.

GOOD EVENING, FRIENDS. WELCOME TO THE HAPPY HOUR.

TONIGHT, WE BRING YOU THE START OF A VERY UNUSUAL CONTEST.

THE FAT OFF REDUCING METHOD IS SO SURE

YOU CAN LOOK BETTER BY BEING SLIM

THAT WE ARE GOING TO PAY AN OVERWEIGHT PERSON $1,000

IF HE WILL LOSE 25 POUNDS IN 1 MONTH.

AND HERE IS OUR CONTESTANT...

FRED FLINTSTONE.

HI, ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE IN TV-LAND,

ESPECIALLY MY DEAR WIFE, WILMA,

AND MY DEAR NEIGHBORS, BARNEY AND BETTY RUBBLE.

MR. FLINTSTONE.

AND ALL THE GANG

DOWN AT THE BEDROCK BOWLING ALLEY.

MR. FLINTSTONE.

I ALSO WANT TO SAY HELLO

TO MY FELLOW MEMBERS

AT THE PEBBLE STREET SNOOKER SOCIETY

AND TO ALL THE BOYS...

MR. FLINTSTONE, PLEASE.

WE'RE ONLY ON THE AIR FOR ONE HOUR.

AND NOW FOR THE WEIGH-IN,

SUPERVISED BY AN OFFICIAL

FROM THE BUREAU OF WEIGHTS AND MEASURES.

UH, 225 POUNDS.

THERE IT IS, MR. FLINTSTONE.

$1,000 IS YOURS IF YOU LOSE 25 POUNDS

IN ONE MONTH.

GOOD LUCK, FAT FREDDY.

FAT FREDDY. HEY, THAT'S A HOT ONE.

HA HA HA!

WELL, FIRST DAY OF THE BIG DIET,

HUH, FAT FREDDY?

YEAH, BARNEY.

IT'S DO OR DIET. GET IT? HA HA!

IT'S GONNA BE TOUGH ON YOU.

TOUGH ON ME? WHY?

YOU SURE LIKE TO STORE THE GROCERIES AWAY, FRED.

OH, YOU FORGET I GOT WILLPOWER, BARNEY.

IF I SET OUT TO DO A THING,

I SEE THAT IT GETS DONE,

AND I'M GONNA STICK TO MY DIET

AND WIN THAT MONEY.

I HOPE SO, FRED.

SOME GUYS ARE SLAVES TO FOOD. NOT ME.

I'M ITS MASTER.

THAT'S RIGHT.

I'VE SEEN YOU MASTER SOME PRETTY BIG MEALS.

WELL, HERE'S MY CORNER, FRED.

I'LL SEE YOU TONIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT, BARNEY.

ACCORDING TO MY INTUITION, IT SHOULD GO OFF ABOUT NOW.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

LUNCHTIME!

HELLO, FRED.

HI, CHARLIE.

SAW YOU ON TV LAST NIGHT.

THINK YOU'LL WIN THE 1,000 BUCKS?

SURE, IT'S A CINCH.

I DON'T KNOW, FRED. YOU LIKE FOOD TOO MUCH.

WHEN A GUY PUTS FOOD BEFORE EVERYTHING ELSE,

HE JUST CAN'T LOSE WEIGHT.

IT ALL BOILS DOWN TO CALORIES, FRED.

THE MORE CALORIES, THE MORE WEIGHT.

HA HA HA! PERISCOPE.

I KNOW, I KNOW.

A SUBMARINE SANDWICH.

CELERY.

MMM, BOY.

EVERYBODY GETS TO EAT. I GET CELERY.

SORRY, CHARLIE. SIGHTED SUB, SANK SAME.

HA HA HA!

IT'S BEEN A WEEK

SINCE FRED STARTED OPERATION DIET.

WHAT HAS HE LOST SO FAR?

SO FAR ALL HE'S LOST IS HIS TEMPER,

NOT ONE OUNCE OF WEIGHT.

MAYBE HE'S RAIDING THE ICEBOX.

HE PROMISED ME HE WOULDN'T, BARNEY.

BESIDES, I'VE GOT IT HOOKED UP

TO AN ALARM DEVICE.

IF HE OPENS THE DOOR, I'D KNOW IT.

[EXPLOSION]

GOOD GRIEF. WHAT'S THAT?

THE ICEBOX.

WILMA!

YES, FRED?

BOOBY-TRAPPING THE ICEBOX

WAS A LOW-DOWN, DESPICABLE TRICK.

FINE THING WHEN A WIFE

DOESN'T TRUST HER HUSBAND.

[SNORING]

WILMA?

GOOD. SHE'S ASLEEP.

NOW IS MY CHANCE.

SHE'S PROBABLY STILL GOT THAT ALARM ON.

HEY, BARNEY'S ICEBOX...

AND THEY'RE BOTH SOUND SLEEPERS, TOO.

HA HA HA!

HA HA HA.

WILMA THINKS SHE'S SO SMART,

BUT I HAPPEN TO BE A LITTLE SMARTER.

[BOOM]

WILMA ASKED US TO HOOK UP THAT TRAP

AS A FAVOR TO YOU, FRED.

I'M SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT, FRED.

BUT WE'RE ALL TRYING TO HELP YOU

WIN THAT $1,000.

I KNOW, BARNEY,

BUT I JUST CAN'T KEEP AWAY FROM FOOD.

WHEN I COUNT SHEEP AT NIGHT TO HELP ME GO TO SLEEP,

THE SHEEP ALL TURN INTO LAMB CHOPS.

THE WHOLE TOWN WILL BE LAUGHING AT ME

IF I DON'T TAKE OFF 25 POUNDS.

IT'S NO USE TRYING TO DO IT

BY YOURSELF, FRED.

YOU NEED HELP FROM F.A.

AND WHO IS F.A.?

NOT WHO, FRED. WHAT.

F.A. STANDS FOR "FOOD ANONYMOUS."

FOOD ANONYMOUS?

THAT'S RIGHT, FRED. IT'S A BUNCH OF GUYS

WHO HAVE KICKED THE OVEREATING HABIT.

GOSH. YOU THINK THEY COULD HELP ME?

OH, SURE. THEY'RE A SWELL BUNCH OF GUYS,

AND THEY ALL HELP EACH OTHER.

LIKE...

LIKE, SUPPOSING YOU WANTED TO GET

SOME CANDY FROM A MACHINE.

YEAH, YEAH?

JUST AS YOU TRIED

TO PUT THE COIN IN THE SLOT,

A FOOD ANONYMOUS MEMBER

WOULD TAKE IT AWAY FROM YOU.

OH, GEE. THAT'S THE KIND OF HELP I NEED.

COME ON, LET'S GO SEE THEM.

DEAR FELLOW MEMBERS OF FOOD ANONYMOUS,

WE HAVE WITH US TODAY

ANOTHER UNFORTUNATE MAN WITH A PROBLEM.

HE NEEDS HELP,

AND I'VE TOLD HIM, FIRST,

HE MUST FACE UP TO THE FACT

THAT HE IS AN EATER.

HEAR, HEAR.

I THOUGHT THAT SOME OF US

COULD TELL HIM OF THE PROBLEMS WE'VE HAD

AND HOW WE OVERCAME THEM.

YES, FRANK?

I USED TO BE ON A PIZZA PIE KICK.

IN BETWEEN MEALS, I'D EAT PIZZA PIE.

I USED TO HIDE THEM

IN THE GLOVE COMPARTMENT OF MY CAR,

IN MY LOCKER AT THE SHOP.

I COULDN'T SLEEP NIGHTS.

I'D GET OUT OF BED AND DRIVE AROUND

LOOKING FOR AN ALL-NIGHT PIZZA PIE STAND.

BUT WHEN I JOINED FOOD ANONYMOUS, IT ALL STOPPED.

WITH THE HELP OF YOU FELLAS,

PIZZA PIES MEAN NOTHING TO ME NOW.

GEE...

THANKS FOR LETTING ME JOIN, FELLAS.

I'LL DO MY BEST TO MAKE GOOD.

YOU WON'T BE ALONE IN YOUR FIGHT, FRED.

WE'LL ALL BE HELPING YOU,

AND YOU'LL BE ABLE

TO RECOGNIZE FELLOW MEMBERS

BY THIS SIGN.

OINK, OINK, OINK!

HEY, I LIKE THAT.

OINK, OINK, OINK!

HEAR, HEAR.

HOW'S FRED BEEN DOING,

WITH HIS REDUCING DIET, WILMA?

THERE'S ONLY ONE MORE WEEK LEFT.

I THINK HE'S TAKEN SOME WEIGHT OFF,

BUT HE'S SO GROUCHY.

I CAN'T FIND OUT FOR SURE.

OH, I FEEL SORRY FOR FRED.

HE LIKES HIS FOOD SO MUCH.

OH, GOODNESS.

WHAT'S WRONG, WILMA?

THE WAX FRUIT HAS DISAPPEARED.

FRED?

WHO ELSE? BUT I'M NOT WORRIED.

THERE ARE NO CALORIES IN WAX FRUIT.

WHERE IS THE OLD DEAR NOW, WILMA?

HE'S OUTSIDE PLAYING WITH DINO.

[GRR]

NICE DINO. NICE DINO.

LET FRED JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU GOT

IN THE DISH.

COME ON NOW. COME ON.

I'M THE GUY WHO BOUGHT IT FOR YOU.

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MAN'S BEST FRIEND,

AND, BEST FRIEND,

I AM TAKING THAT BONE.

[DINO GROWLING]

OUCH!

WHAT WAS THAT?

OH, FRED MUST BE AT DINO'S FOOD AGAIN.

BUT DINO'S SMART.

HE BURIES HIS BONE AT NIGHT

WHEN FRED'S ASLEEP.

HA HA HA!

I JUST GOT TO GET SOME FOOD.

EVERY NERVE IN ME IS YELLING FOR A BRONTOSAURUS BURGER.

I CAN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER.

AL, AL, I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU PROMISED WILMA, AL.

I NEED SOME FOOD. AL, AL, JUST ONE...

ONE LITTLE BRONTOSAURUS BURGER.

NO ONE WILL KNOW. WHAT HARM CAN IT DO?

O.K., FRED.

WILMA WILL KILL ME FOR THIS,

BUT I CAN'T STAND TO SEE YOU SUFFER.

THANKS. THANKS, AL. YOU'RE A REAL GOOD GUY.

THAT'S IT. YES. PUT EVERYTHING ON IT.

DON'T HOLD BACK ANYTHING.

MORE RELISH. MORE, MORE, MORE.

AND THE PICKLES. HO HO HO!

DON'T FORGET THE PICKLES.

HERE YOU ARE, FRED.

HEY, WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?

GIVE ME BACK THAT BURGER!

TSK, TSK, TSK, TSK.

OINK, OINK, OINK, OINK!

FOOD ANONYMOUS... I FORGOT ABOUT THOSE GUYS.

O.K. IT'S WAR, A BATTLE OF WITS.

WILMA HAS EVERYONE IN TOWN

REFUSING TO SELL ME FOOD.

THE FOOD ANONYMOUS SPIES ARE AFTER ME,

BUT I'LL BEAT THEM.

I'LL BEAT THEM AT THEIR OWN GAME.

NO ONE CAN OUTFOX FRED FLINTSTONE.

HA HA HA!

POOR FRED. HE'S CRACKING.

COSTUMES. THAT'S IT. I'LL FOOL THEM ALL.

AND WITH THIS HAT ON,

I GUARANTEE YOUR OWN MOTHER WON'T RECOGNIZE YOU.

GOOD, GOOD!

NOW I CAN GO ANYPLACE IN TOWN AND EAT.

HIYA, FRED.

HI, MR. FLINTSTONE. BACK SO SOON?

HOW WAS THE PARTY?

WHAT'S THE MATTER? CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?

BROTHER FLINTSTONE HAS GIVEN US QUITE A TUSSLE,

BUT WE'RE WINNING.

HE ISN'T GETTING ANY EXTRA FOOD.

BUT HE'S GOING TO GET DESPERATE

THESE LAST FEW DAYS.

SO KEEP ON HIM.

DON'T LET HIM DOWN.

HEAR, HEAR.

HA HA HA!

HEY!

COME BACK HERE WITH THAT PIE!

SOMEBODY STOP HIM!

CALL THE POLICE! QUICK!

I GOT IT. I GOT IT! HA HA HA!

FOOD! FOOD!

HA HA HA!

OINK, OINK, OINK, OINK!

HA HA HA!

OINK, OINK, OINK!

OINK, OINK, OINK, OINK!

WELL, TONIGHT'S THE BIG NIGHT, WILMA.

DID FRED LOSE ENOUGH WEIGHT?

I DON'T KNOW, BETTY.

HE'S BEEN SO MEAN AND IRRITABLE

HE HASN'T SPOKEN TO ME FOR THE LAST 2 WEEKS.

ALL HE DOES IS GROWL.

HA HA HA!

WE'LL SOON FIND OUT.

BARNEY'S WAITING TO DRIVE US TO THE TV STATION.

SO WE BETTER HURRY.

COME ON, FRED. WE'RE LEAVING NOW.

ROAR!

COME ON, FRED. CHEER UP.

YOU CAN EAT ALL YOU WANT AFTER THE SHOW.

GRR!

GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

THIS IS THE NIGHT FRED FLINTSTONE RETURNS

TO SEE IF HE COLLECTS $1,000

FOR LOSING 25 POUNDS.

GRR!

WILL YOU STEP ON THE SCALES, MR. FLINTSTONE, PLEASE?

GRR!

GOOD LUCK, FRED.

OUR OFFICIAL IS NOW READY TO CHECK THE WEIGHT,

AND IT'S...

200 POUNDS ON THE NOSE!

HE WON! HE WON!

HEE HEE!

I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT, FREDDY-BOY.

OH, THANK GOODNESS IT'S ALL OVER.

NOW FRED CAN EAT HIS WAY BACK

TO BEING A NICE GUY AGAIN.

HERE YOU ARE, MR. FLINTSTONE.

NOW, WILL YOU SAY A FEW WORDS

TO THE TV AUDIENCE?

I CAN'T. I GOT AN IMPORTANT CALL TO MAKE.

HELLO. FOOD ANONYMOUS? FRED FLINTSTONE SPEAKING.

THANKS FOR THE HELP, BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT.

I AM RESIGNING.

YUP, THAT'S RIGHT. I'M A WEAKLING.

I'M A WEAKLING'S WEAKLING.

I AM A WEAKLING BECAUSE I NEED FOOD...

LOTS OF FOOD.

GOOD-BYE.

HEY, GANG,

I JUST RESIGNED FROM FOOD ANONYMOUS,

AND, BOY, ARE WE GOING TO TIE ONE ON...

FEED BAG, THAT IS.

YABBA-DABBA-DOO!

OH, FRED'S HIS OLD SELF AGAIN.

ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?

O.K. I OFFICIALLY DECLARE MY DIET ENDED.

LET'S EAT.

OH, BOY,

THIS STUFFED PTERODACTYL IS GONNA TASTE GOOD.

OH, NO!

OINK, OINK, OINK, OINK!

CALL THE OFFICE. THEY'LL TELL YOU.

I RESIGNED.

DON'T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT.

CALL THE OFFICE.

GIVE ME BACK MY DINNER.

I RESIGNED, I TELL YOU!

I RESIGNED!

WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE FRED'S STILL ON A DIET,

WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT.

HA HA HA!

CAPTIONING MADE POSSIBLE BY WARNER BROS.

CAPTIONED BY THE NATIONAL CAPTIONING INSTITUTE... www.ncicap.org...

WILMA!

WILMA!

COME ON, WILMA!

OPEN THIS DOOR!

WILMA!