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[theme music]

honk honk

[whistles]

[tires screech]

[siren blaring]

[whistles]

[tires screeching]

[tires screech]

vroom

[tires screech]

crash

thud

slam

muah

[indistinct chatter]

[gavel thudding]

(male #1) 'Gentlemen, I now declare this meetin''

'of the Loyal Order of Dinosaurs adjourned.'

(male #2) 'Motion seconded.'

(male #1) 'All in favor, say "Aye."'

(all) 'Aye!'

Good meetin' tonight, huh, Barney?

Yeah, Fred.

We're all set for our annual benefit show next week.

Yeah. There's one thing that bothers me, Barney.

(Barney) 'What's that, Fred?'

Well, we're all supposed to do a solo act, right?

Right.

And every year I get up and sing, right?

If you wanna call it that.

Well, this year I'd like to do somethin' different.

Well, your singin' is different, Fred.

Funny. Very funny.

And what are you gonna do, funny man?

Crack jokes?

No, but I'll think of something.

I don't get it.

A no-talent guy like you isn't worried, and I am.

Well, I got somethin' up my sleeve.

Hah!

The only thing you got up your sleeve is your arm.

Oh, you're sore because I have an idea and you haven't.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'll figure out an act that's better than yours.

Could be, Fred, could be. Goodnight.

"Could be, Fred, could be."

[scoffs]

I don't know why I stay friends with that guy.

Oh, come on, Fred.

You've been brooding about that show for two days now.

Why don't you just sing a song and let it go at that?

Yeah. Yeah, maybe you're right.

Fellas will probably be disappointed if I don't.

[chuckles]

After all, Wilma, you know I used to sing with a band..

(both) ...before I married you.

- Yeah. - Yes.

Yes, I know, Fred.

You've told me a thousand times

that you sang with the Rockville Center

high school band 20 years ago.

And I can still hit the old high notes.

Listen.

♪ Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do ♪

[mug shatters]

[glass shattering]

pop pop pop

Fred, stop it!

thud

Take that sea-lion voice of yours out of the house.

Out! Out! Out!

Women.

Eh.

No musical appreciation at all.

boing boing

Hi, Fred. What's new?

Nothin' new. Same old trouble.

Wilma won't let me sing in the house.

Well, You got a pretty loud voice, Fred.

Can't say I blame her.

Barney, what are you doing?

I'm practicin' my..

...trampoline act..

...for the show.

How do you like it, Fred?

Say, that's alright.

That's alright.

'How about lettin' me try it?'

Hold it. H-hold it. Hold it, Fred.

Don't jump off the fence.

No, no, wait!

thud

[screaming]

whee

thud thud thud

F-F-Fred, you-you-you okay?

I'm getting back on that thing and master it.

boing boing boing

Attaboy, Fred. Now you got the hang of it.

[chuckles]

These trampolines are alright.

boing

Hey, do me a favor, Barney.

boing

Let me borrow it for a while, eh?

Borrow it? What for?

I'm supposed to meet Wilma at her dressmaker's shop.

It's up on the second floor, and just for a laugh

I'd like to bounce in on her.

[laughing]

I-I'll bring it right back.

Well, okay, Fred. But bring it right back.

[Fred chuckles]

(Fred) 'Oh, boy.'

Won't Wilma be surprised when she sees me in the window.

[laughs]

This is my latest creation, Wilma. How do you like it?

Oh, it's just gorgeous.

(female #1) 'It is genuine spotted leopard.'

Shall I have Zsa-Zsa model it for you?

(Wilma) 'Yes. Do you mind, Zsa-Zsa?'

Not at all, madam.

It will only take me a minute to change

and I will be right out.

boing boing boing

[instrumental music]

[screams]

There's a man at the window. Call the police!

A man? Impossible.

But we are on the second floor.

Just a minute. I'll take a look.

Boy, how embarrassin'.

boing

I can't stop bouncin'.

boing

Just as I thought. There's no man at the window.

It's just your imagination.

boing

Fred!

boing

Hiya, Wilma.

clang boing clang

Of all the dumb tricks you've ever pulled, Fred

that trampoline business takes the cake.

I've never been so humiliated.

And when I had to explain

that you were just trying to be funny

I could have frozen to death from the cold stares I got.

Fred, are you listening to me?

Ooh, that man.

Fred Flintstone, I'm talking to you.

Fred.

What in the world are you doing?

'And where did you get all that junk?'

Junk, huh?

"Junk," she says.

This, uh, junk, as you call it

happens to belong to the world's greatest magician

Rockstone, the Great.

- 'Does that ring a bell?' - No.

But if you don't get that junk out of the house

I'll wring your neck.

And for your information

Mr. Rockstone loaned me this equipment

and I am going to do a magic act for the annual show.

But, Fred, you don't know anything about magic.

(Fred) 'Oh, no? Watch.'

- You see this egg, Wilma? - 'Of course I see it.'

Okay, now you see it.

[giggles]

And now you don't.

Where is it, Wilma?

(Wilma) 'Right here, Fred.'

[Wilma laughs]

Very droll. Very droll.

Watch this, Wilma, the hand is quicker than the eye.

Fred, don't you dare pull that tablecloth. Huh!

[shattering]

'That does it. The hand is quicker than the eye, eh?'

- Now get that junk out of here. - Okay, Wilma. Okay, okay.

[knock on door]

Come in.

- 'Hello, Fred. Anything wrong?' - We heard a crash.

- What happened, Wilma? - Nothing serious, Betty.

Come on in.

(Betty) 'Ha-ha. W-what's Fred doing with the funny hat?'

Trying to be funny.

And, uh, what's this thing, Fred?

That, Barney, is part of my magic act

which, by special request

I am not going to do.

Well, uh, what's it supposed to be?

That is a disappearing cabinet.

Anyone goes in there, I make them disappear.

[chuckles]

- Like your disappearing egg? - Okay, laugh. Laugh.

I'll show you it'll work.

- Get in the cabinet, Barney. - 'Who, me?'

Uh-uh, I'm afraid of the dark.

Show me, Fred. I'll get in the cabinet.

Me, too, just for laughs.

Okay, girls. I'm gonna shut the door now.

You all set?

Go ahead, Fred. We're ready.

[door creaks]

(Fred) 'Now, let's see.'

What were those magic words again?

Look, Wilma. There's another door in the back of the cabinet.

Let's go along with the gag, Betty.

We'll sneak out and hide in the bedroom.

[chuckles]

And Fred will think he made us disappear.

Shh. Quiet.

I got it, Barney. I got it.

Alakazam! Alakazoo!

You won't come back until I tell you to.

[both giggling]

Now, we open the door.

'Barney, look.'

- Hey, they're gone. - It worked!

- They disappeared. - Gee, Fred, that's amazing.

- Uh, now bring them back. - Bring them back?

Well, now, Barney, let's not be too hasty.

What do you mean, Fred?

- They disappeared, right? - Right.

And they can't come out till I say the magic word, right?

Right.

'Well, that could give us an evening out'

'and they'd never know about it.'

- 'Right?' - 'Right.'

Well, what will we do, Fred?

Go bowling, see a movie, the fights?

No, none of those things, Barney-boy.

I got a great idea. Somethin' different.

(Barney) 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm listenin'.'

We're gonna go to the Rockland Dance Hall.

The Rockland Dance Hall?

Hey, that is different.

Stand aside, Betty. I'll rock him good.

No, Wilma. No. Let them go.

I got a better idea.

Ha-ha. There ought to be one of these

little boxes in every home.

It could replace the dog as man's best friend.

Yeah, you said it, Fred.

[both giggle]

'Let's go, Barney-boy.'

♪ A razzmatazz a-rit-a-tete-tet ♪

♪ Poop-a-doop-bo a-mew-mew-shoo-be-do-bo ♪

[both laughing]

[slams door]

They're gone.

And what's a better idea than hospitalizing them?

We'll go down to the Rockland Dance Hall

and catch them red-handed.

Okay, then we'll hospitalize them.

Look, we'll dress up in the costumes

we made for the annual lodge ball

so they won't recognize us.

Say, this is gonna be fun.

Right. Meet you in ten minutes.

[instrumental music]

I don't know why I'm going to the dance hall, Fred.

I can't dance.

Who said anything about dancing, Barney?

I wanna hear the band.

Hot Lips Hannigan is playin' there.

Hot Lips Hannigan! Oh, boy, I like him.

The sweetest music this side of Birdland.

You know somethin', Barney?

I used to sing with the old HL

when he had the high school band.

- No kidding? What happened? - 'Wilma happened.'

She objected to me being out all night.

Yeah, I guess some wives are like that.

How do I look as a blonde, Wilma?

Real beat, man.

- Like far-out. - Well, let's get started.

- They must be almost there. - Lead me to the scene, chick.

[instrumental music]

Listen to the joint jump, Fred.

Oh, boy, old Hot Lips is sure in the groove tonight.

[music continues]

Skildy wa! Wa-wa-wa!

[audience cheering]

Attaboy, Hot Lips.

Encore! Encore!

Ah! Thanks, cats. Thanks.

There'll be more, like, later.

Hey, Hot Lips, remember me?

Did some disciple, like, address the leader?

He-he-he. Over here, HL.

It's me, Fred Flintstone.

Freddie! Well, for goodness sakes!

How are you, boy?

'Long time, no see.'

Whoa, put on a little weight

since you got out of high school, I see.

[chuckles]

Yeah. This is my friend, Barney Rubble.

♪ Ooh-be-ooh-be-ohh-be shoo-be-do-do ♪

(Hot Lips) 'Ha-ha-ha. He's one of us.'

Hey, I hardly knew you in that get-up, HL. You look so weird.

Isn't it awful what you have to do

to stay in the band business today?

Everything's a gimmick. But I can't quit.

Two kids in college, a new split-level house

'and these modern songs.'

'They don't make sense.'

The old songs had heart.

They, they meant something.

- 'Yeah.' - Like, like..

"Three itty-bitties want some seafood, mama?"

and "Bie Mir Bis Du Schoen" with bubbles all over the place.

(Fred) 'Yes, yeah.'

And, "Red Hot Mamma, You Gotta Turn Your Damper Down."

"Annie Doesn't Live Here Any More."

- "Mamma Loves Papa-- - No, stop it, Freddie-boy.

- You're steaming up my glasses. - Like you said, HL..

They don't write songs like that anymore.

For old times' sake, Freddie

will you sing one of the old songs?

Aw, oh-oh, shucks, HL.

These kids wouldn't like that old stuff.

Sing it for me, Fred.

A sort of musical sentimental journey for an old pal.

Well, heh..

Well, how about "Number 42" from the old book?

That gets me right here, Fred.

Can Barney sit in, too? He's pretty good on the drums.

(Hot Lips) 'Oh, sure.'

'Hey, Shelly'

let this cat use your skins for a number.

Right, man.

[applause]

Hi, all you cats.

I've got a square from way back there

who's gonna belt one out for us.

'Freddie Flintstone'

'"The Golden Smog."'

'And on the skins, Barney Rubble..'

[whirring]

'...to give us trouble.'

[drum roll]

[applause]

Oh, boy, somebody must've

left the gate open at the old folks' home.

Yeah, strictly from prehistoric.

And, now, The Golden Smog

asks the musical question.

Skirdy oh-waw! Waw-wa-wah!

[instrumental music]

♪ When the saints come marchin' in ♪

♪ Oh when the saints come marchin' in ♪

♪ Yeah I want to be be be in that number ♪

♪ When the saints come marchin' in ♪

♪ When the sun ♪

♪ Yeah refuse to shine ♪

♪ Oh when the sun refuses to shine ♪

♪ I want to be be be in that number ♪

♪ When the sun refuse to shine ♪

That voice sounds familiar, doesn't it, Betty?

Sounds more like a hog-calling contest.

Hey, let's go inside.

I thought I recognized that frog voice, Betty.

'That's Fred up there, groaning.'

And look on the drums, it's Barney!

[music continues]

♪ Yeah man ♪

[chuckles]

♪ Hah when the saints come marchin' in ♪

♪ Oh when the saints come marchin' in ♪

♪ I want to be be be in that number ♪

♪ When the saints come marchin' in ♪

♪ When the saints come marchin' in ♪

♪ When those saints come marchin' in ♪

Hey, those cats are pretty cool.

Yeah, I dig it, man.

♪ When the scu-dat-ta-da scu-dat-ta-da ♪

♪ Scooby-do-be-do Scooby-do-be-do ♪

♪ Scooby-do-be-do-aah ♪

Whoa! That voice! Oh!

thud

[music continues]

♪ And those saints marchin' ♪

♪ When those saints go marchin' in ♪

♪ I want to be be be in that number ♪

♪ When those saints go marchin' in ♪

Oh! That drummer, man!

[gasps]

thud

Wilma, what's going on?

I don't know, Betty. But "The Golden Smog"

seems to be a hit with these kids.

♪ When the saints come marchin' in-in-in-in ♪

♪ Marchin' ♪

[audience cheering]

How about that, cats?

[audience screaming]

Come on, Betty.

We'd better latch on to our husbands

or we'll never get 'em back.

[audience screaming]

Hurry, Fred, before those kids tear us apart.

You're not kiddin'. Let's get out of here.

Hey, Golden Smog, come in here, quick. We'll save you.

[sighs]

Thanks, lady.

Oh! You-you saved our lives.

Think nothin' of it, Big Daddy.

You're my type.

Huh?

(Wilma) 'You're the most.'

I dig that Golden Smog.

And, man, like, can you beat those skins.

S-s-skins?

Ah, yeah. We'll make, like, real music together, cat!

Why, I-I-I don't know about that.

I'll-I'll have to ask Betty.

Betty, Betty, she's out of the scene.

She don't make it, like.

I mean, like, way-out.

But-But-But, madam, I-I-I..

Come on, Big Daddy.

Spread some of that Golden Smog on my ears.

Well, w-wait a minute, lady. I-I got a wife.

I bet she doesn't understand you.

She understands me, but she wouldn't understand you!

Let's scram outta here.

Hey, Hot Lips!

[screeching]

You gotta help us.

There were two girls after us.

They won't leave us alone.

Okay, Fred, you beat it. I'll sidetrack them.

It's crazy, but I'm an idol around here.

When Hot Lips talks to them, they forget everybody else.

- 'Wait for us, Big Daddy.' - Uh-oh! Here they come.

whoosh whoosh

Skirly wow! Wa-waa!

Contact?

thud

There's some contact for you, you old goat-face.

Every once in a while, a moment of truth.

Faster, Fred. Faster!

[both giggle]

That'll teach them a lesson.

Now, let's get back to the house before they get there.

Boy!

[sighs] That was close.

Oh, and how.

Oh, if Wilma and Betty ever found out about this

they'd-they'd have our scalps.

Barney-boy, stop your worryin'.

I made 'em disappear, remember?

But after I bring 'em back, I'm returnin' all that magic stuff.

Good. Good. It-it's dangerous, real dangerous.

Now, let me see.

How does it work?

Gosh, Fred, don't tell me you forgot.

Hah. Ha-ha, I got it.

Whether you're near or whether you're far

come out, come out wherever you are.

Big Daddy-O, you forgot to take us with you.

Did you bring your skins, drummer boy?

[both screaming]

Run, Barney! Run!

slam

They're in the closet.

Now, let's get out of these costumes, quick.

- You hear anything, Fred? - Not a sound.

Take a peek. See if they're gone.

The coast is clear, Barney. We can come out now.

Whoa! They must've got discouraged and gone home.

Wow, if our wives ever caught us with those..

What's the matter with you, Barney?

Ixnay, ixnay!

- Caught you with who, Fred? - Wilma! Betty!

Duh!

thud

Come on, Fred, speak to me.

Who-who am I?

- You're, ah, Benny? - No.

Billy? Ah. Oh! Oh, it's you, Barney.

H-hey, Wilma, Fred's comin' out of it.

Barney, did-did Wilma and Betty see those two girls?

No, they don't know a thing.

[sighs]

Oh, he'll be alright, Wilma.

Just let him rest for a while.

I will, Barney, and thanks.

- 'Goodnight, Wilma.' - Goodnight, Betty.

(Fred) 'Wilma, I'm hungry.'

How's about fixing me up a little snack?

Fred, what are you doing up out of bed?

Oh, there's nothin' wrong with me.

[chuckles]

By the way, how did you like that disappearing trick, Wilma?

Pretty good? Huh?

The most, man. Like way-out.

I mean..

Skirly ow! Wah-wah-wah-wah!

gulp

I, uh, I think I'll lie down again, Wilma

and, and just skip the little snack.

'I don't feel so good.'

[giggles]

Not good at all.

[groaning]

[theme music]

[yawns]

clink clink

thud

slam

Wilma!

[banging on door]

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door!

Wilma!