Original subtitles

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Uh, let's see now. Uh...

Canteens.

Tents.

Fishing poles.

Um... Hope we didn't forget anything.

Ah, take it easy, Pebbles.

(YAWNS) A camping trip is supposed to be relaxing.

Oh, I got a bite!

(GRUNTING)

Bamm-Bamm, a little help? We're having car trouble.

It's no trouble. I got it. (GRUNTING)

-(GRUNTING) -(HORN HONKING)

(SIGHS) Yup, nothing but relaxation.

(BAMM-BAMM GRUNTING)

So long, boring, old Bedrock.

(BAMM-BAMM GRUNTING)

Hello, Crags Lake.

Fresh air, untamed nature, peace and...

-(TIRES SCREECH) -(HORNS BLARING)

Quiet.

Hey! You guys took my spot!

Buzz off. You're crazy.

I'm crazy? You let your kid drive your car.

Hey, I was the one steering, pal.

(OVERLAPPING ARGUMENT)

(SIGHS) At least, it'll be quiet on the lake.

-(BOAT HORN HONKING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BOTH SIGH)

I say we go fly-fishing.

But, gee, Fred. I wanted to go ice fishing.

No. Fly fishing.

I can go ice fishing if I want to.

I paid for half the boat.

Drop it, Barney. You don't know how to argue.

Oh, yeah? Well, I say I don't know how to argue.

Hey. Oh, you're right.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey! That's my spot!

(OVERLAPPING ARGUMENT)

(BOTH SIGH)

Dino! Wait for us!

(ROARING)

PEBBLES: When they said we were going to the Crags,

this is what I wanted.

-We got boulders... -Yeah! For smashing!

Woo-hoo!

All right! Woo-hoo!

We got weird plants.

BAMM-BAMM: For smashing.

-Woo-hoo! -(FROGS CROAKING)

We got this cool, new lizard.

Whatever he is.

BAMM-BAMM: Is he for smashing?

I'll check.

What are you?

I'm a stripasaurus.

Awesome! Do you have any cool or crazy abilities?

Oh! Oh! Interesting talents?

I got stripes.

Yeah... Sure, but like, what do you do?

Uh, I mean, I...

I sit on this rock.

Oh, uh, okay... Th-that's cool.

You know, you can do whatever you want if that makes you happy.

You're mean.

I need something else to smash. Oh!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS, SNIFFS)

Free fruit!

♪ Smashing pays off again ♪

Wait. I've never seen a fruit like that before.

This is an amazing discovery!

But it could be poisonous.

(SCOFFS) Ah, we Rubbles are immune to poison.

The best thing about scorpions

is you can use them as the bait and the hook.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) It's a living.

Wait. No, it isn't.

(BOTH ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHOMPING LOUDLY)

(BURPS) More!

Slow down, guys.

Need more! I said more!

(DINO BARKS)

(DINO GRUNTS)

Nah, this one's empty.

Hey, maybe this one.

DINOSAUR: Yow!

What for you hit me?

Wow! Another discovery!

What kind of dinosaur are you? What kind of tree is that?

What kind of fruit are you eating?

Stretchosaurus.

Stretchosaurus' tree. Stretchosaurus' fruit.

Go away.

Hey, can we have more?

What mean "more"?

You eat Stretchosaurus' fruit?

(STAMMERS) No. What my friend means, is...

More! I want more!

Bamm-Bamm, no!

(DINO BARKING)

(BOTH YELLING)

(DINO BARKING)

Excuse me, miss.

Sorry. That Stretchosaur flung me up here for trying to steal his fruit.

His fruit? But that's our tree!

(SCREAMING, GRUNTS)

Hello.

Hey!

-Stop, thief! -(BAMM-BAMM GRUNTS)

-(YELLS) -(DINO BARKING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

Wow. Nice jump.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) That? That was nothing.

Now, where were we?

(FLAPADACTYL SCREECHES)

BOTH: Hey!

So, you Stretchosaurs are stealing from the Flapadactyl tree again, eh?

And using the help of cavemen no less.

(SCOFFS) How low.

It's not Flapadactyl's tree! It's our tree!

(OVERLAPPING ARGUMENT)

(LOUDLY) Enough!

I am sick and tired of arguing!

Are Bamm-Bamm and I the only creatures on the planet

that know how to get along?

How about nobody gets any fruit till you learn how to share?

Share? With these ninnies?

No offense, but I don't think their brains get a whole lot of oxygen.

We not share with bugs.

What? We're not bugs.

We're Flapadactyls. Come on, you know that.

(ARGUING CONTINUES)

Whoa, whoa! Everyone, just calm down.

Pebbles and I are experts at getting along.

-We'll teach you how. -Mmm-hmm.

We'll start with a truce.

Nobody eats any fruit for now.

I'll talk with the Flapadactyls,

and Bamm-Bamm will talk with the Stretchosaurs,

and we'll figure out a compromise.

Oh, you can't go ice fishing, Barn.

-There's no ice. -(DRILL WHIRRING)

Where are you gonna drill the hole?

Don't worry. I'll drill it on my half of the boat.

(SQUAWKS) Don't look at me. I just work here.

Barney, stop!

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

(BOAT HORN HONKING)

So why can't the Flapadactyls and the Stretchosaurs get along?

(SIGHS) We've been fighting over that tree for 100 years.

The Stretchosaurs don't deserve that fruit.

They're a bunch of lazy oafs while we Flapadactyls are explorers!

Adventurers! Learners...

Tell me. Do you have any idea

what it's like to be surrounded by simpletons?

To soar above the heads of everyone around you,

only to find your machinations frustrated by the ignorance

of your so-called peers?

Yes.

Yes. Of course!

So, why can't the Stretchosaurs and the Flapadactyls get along?

Fruit taste good. We want fruit.

Yes.

Yes. Of course.

Hey, uh, one little bite couldn't hurt.

How about a quick snack?

But we make truce.

Ah, won't miss one fruit. Come on.

Lift me up. Let's go.

Me dino. Me not forklift.

Why caveman always use dino for tool?

(SCOFFS) We do not.

Ow.

Look what you did with your drill.

That's okay. I'll put it in reverse.

There. Good as new.

This isn't part of my job description

but I'll add it to your bill.

Get it? Bill?

-(LAUGHS) -(RUMBLING)

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

Closer. Closer... Almost got it...

(CHOMPING)

Uh-oh. (BURPS)

Pebbles? What are you doing here?

(FLAPADACTYLS SCREECH)

(MUFFLED) Me?

What are you doing here?

Flapadactyls break truce.

Only because we predicted you Stretchosaurs' malicious mendacity.

Them's fighting words!

I'm surprised you could tell.

(ROARING)

(SCREECHING)

I knew it! I knew we couldn't trust you Flapadactyls

and your... And your big words!

Oh, don't be so pertinacious.

It's the Stretchosaurs that are the problem...

With their dumb clubs!

(GASPS)

(PEBBLES AND BAMM-BAMM ARGUING)

Hey. Hey, take it easy, you guys.

She right. You two need calm down.

Flapadactyls have a stupid bone in their head.

The Stretchosaurs have white hair

even though the Stretchosaurs are still a kid.

BAMM-BAMM: Well, the Stretchosaur's mom

says white hair make the Stretchosaurs look distinguished!

Give me that!

-(DINO BARKING) -(BOTH GRUNTING)

Why don't... (WHISPERING)

(SCREAMING)

You know, you Stretchosaurs aren't so bad after all.

Thank you, kind bug.

Oh, we're doomed!

Oh! If only we didn't argue so much!

If we survive, I swear I'll never argue again.

Say, listen. I'm sorry for arguing with you folks before.

You need a hand?

Oh, I'll give you a hand!

(ARGUING)

-(KIDS SCREAMING) -(DINO BARKING)

Hey, would you look at that?

(ECHOING) We got the whole lake to ourselves.

-(CHUCKLING) -Just paddle, will ya?

Pebbles, I'm sorry we got into a fight.

I don't think your bone is stupid.

You're my best bud.

I'm sorry, too.

And you know what? I don't think you're a dummy.

I think we make a great team.

(CHOMPING)

I will say that sometimes, you make bad decisions.

What was that?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)