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Yes? Yeah.

Oh my god.

Oh shit. Oh my god.

Holy fucking shit.

Oh god.

Oh my god.

Oh.

That was amazing.

I think you were even more excited because our parents were outside.

And you weren't, liar.

You love my sense of adventure.

Pebbles, honey?

It's Daddy.

You sleeping?

Can I come in?

You know, honey, you are the light of my life.

And watching you grow up has been one of the greatest joys of my life.

But seeing you go may be the hardest thing to go through.

I just want to tell you that I love you and I respect the fact that you are an

adult.

There comes a time in a father's life when he needs to not hold on so tight.

But just know this.

You can always count on me.

No matter what, good times are bad, and I hope you always will.

I love you, Daddy.

Good night, Pebbles. Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Bam Bam.

Good night, Mr.

Flintstone.

What if it's a trick? What if he went to grab a club to beat me with?

I'm getting out of here. I stand a better chance in the open.

Oh.

Oh, boy.

I'm still getting infected.

No, wait, Mr. Flintstone. I can explain.

I'd like you to isolate, Mr. Slate.

Flintstone!

As we all know, you're not exactly a model employee.

You've even managed to lower the bar for yourself.

Your distracted, unfocused, and generally lackadaisical performance is

unacceptable.

I'm sorry, Mr. Slate.

What's going on with you?

You're not getting enough sleep?

Not eating well?

Well, let's just leave that as a gift.

I'm shaking and you're not rattling.

I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself, Mr. Slate.

Let's just say my family dynamic is changing and I'm having a hard time

adjusting to it.

Plus, today is my birthday and not a peep from anyone.

Don't be a pussy, Flintstone.

You've had enough birthdays by now.

You should be at a stage where you want them to stop coming.

Things change with age.

We get older.

We gain weight.

Or stay fat, as the case may be.

You need that. I never said this.

But focus on what's important.

And by important, I mean me.

As I got older, I got richer.

And as I got richer, I suddenly got more attractive, if that's possible.

When you have money, you have power.

Women are attracted to power.

That's why as I got older, my secretaries all stayed the same age.

It's magic.

Mr. Slade, I don't have a lot of money. Which is exactly why you need to make it

work with Thelma.

Wilma. Whatever.

You better hope she doesn't find a man with money, or younger, or better

looking, or just plain not you.

Uh, sir, is this you trying to help?

Good talk.

Now, get back to work. Eye on the prize, boy.

We've got work to be done.

Yes, Mr. Slade.

This is where you leave my office.

I'm sorry. You're right.

Go get them, Tiger.

Mr.

Mr. Slade?

How may I be of service?

Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I need to tell you something, and you need to chisel it

down. Okay, well, let me find something to chisel with.

Ready when you are, sir.

Attention, all employees.

Attention, all employees.

Profits are down, and we got to work harder.

Profits are down, so we need to work harder.

When the going gets tough, the tough get

going. Would you like some water, Mr. Flake?

Will that be all, Mr. Slate?

You complete me.

Oh, no, I don't think things are complete just yet.

That memo was very, very clear, Mr. Slate.

It was?

I mean, yes, it was.

We all do need to work harder.

Oh.

I see you lead by example.

Hold me.

Your pussy's getting wet.

Let me see.

Let me see.

No, I don't want to see it.

Give him

a

good bedrock bath.

an old rock quarry.

Now, I bet that pussy's really wet now.

Yeah.

I bet you want me to lick that wet pussy, don't you?

Yeah, you do. Come up here, Miss Stone.

Get right there.

Yeah, please do.

Make yourself comfortable.

Fuckin' rock. It should stay in the quarry.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my goodness.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck did you say?

Do you want that?

Okay.

Yeah.

Oh my goodness, I'm gonna fucking cum. I'm gonna fucking cum.

Oh my goodness.

Watch this. Watch.

Fucking watch.

Oh, God.

Fuck. Yeah.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, shit. Hey, you know you've already came twice.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah. Or more. I don't know how to keep up. Oh, shit. But I want to come, too.

Oh, you want to come?

Yeah. Come on my fucking ass. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my goodness.

Come on my fucking ass. Turn over. Come on my fucking ass.

Come on my fucking ass.

Oh, that's even prettier.

Now let's go doodle, Miss Stone.

Back to work.

Work, work, work, work, work.

Will that be all, Mr. Clay?

Hey, Barney, you think Wilma still has the hots for me?

Absolutely, Fred, old chum.

Well, see, it's my birthday today.

You think I'll get a nice present from her?

It's your, uh, well... Well, lo and behold, it is.

It continues to amaze me how you remember these things, Fred. Well, happy

birthday. You're officially older than you were yesterday.

Thanks, Barney. You didn't have to give me anything.

Mission accomplished.

You mean you didn't give me anything?

Well, my mistake.

There you go, Fred.

A pet rock.

You don't have to play with it, walk it, or clean up after it. And the best part

of all, it does not create shit mountain in front of my house.

Jeez, Bonnie, you're a real pal.

Think nothing of it.

Mission accomplished.

Let's go home.

But, Fred, it's only lunchtime.

Well, let's go have some, uh, brontosaurus burgers over at Rock

have the best french fries, don't they, Fred? Mm, and the cutest waitresses.

Yummy.

Say, Fred, who's that handsome young fellow that's been hanging around your

house while you were not home?

That's some old friend of Wilma's.

Old friend?

I beg to differ.

You, my friend, are old.

That man is a wife -poking machine.

What are you saying, Ron?

Wilma would never cheat on me. You even said how much she loves me.

She loves you. That has nothing to do with it.

Think of it like working out. She's staying in shape for you.

Kind of like going to the gym.

Except she's working out different muscles, if you know what I'm saying.

Ronnie!

I'm just kidding, old pal of mine. Just wanted to pull your leg for a minute.

Wilma only has eyes for you.

Oh, I have no idea what.

You think so?

I know so.

Oh,

there you are.

I've been waiting for you.

You look so handsome.

I've been in the kitchen all day to give you a special birthday surprise.

Do you want to taste my cream?

Taste my cream?

Taste my cream?

I have all your favorites.

Brontosaurus food.

And burgers.

And me.

Come here. And take me now.

What the fuck? Oh hell no!

Oh, Wilma.

I didn't know you were so fucking naughty.

You

like

it when I put it down my throat?

You know I've always wanted that.

I've always wanted your cuddle over my face and in my mouth.

Yeah, give

me

your cock nice and hard.

You want me to lick it, baby?

You want me to lick your pussy?

Tell me.

You little pussy.

Do those things each.

Don't worry, Fred.

I'm sure Wilma prepared something very special for your birthday today.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're right, Barney. When we get home, I'm going to spend a few minutes in the

garage and let you get in the house.

Sure thing, old pal of mine.

Oh, you guys should... Who are you kidding, Fred?

Things just ain't never the same.

Happy birthday, old man.

No, no.

Don't check it out yet.

He'll be home any second. We have to finish now.

Let me put it back.

I'm not done yet.

Bonnie, too?

Oh, hell no!

Hey there, big fella. Welcome back. You took quite a blow.

To your head, so to speak.

Easy, Daddy. You shouldn't move so quickly.

Pebbles, you knew about this too?

Of course I did. We all did.

It's your birthday, silly.

We all wanted to be here to surprise you.

All of you?

But who's he?

That's Mr. Slate's personal chef. He came over to make a special meal for

Compliments of Slate Industries.

But he wants to do you.

I'm not sure that's on his to -do list.

In fact, I bet you'd make that list before Wilma would, Fred.

Barney!

I don't get it.

He's gay!

Sounded like a choir to me. Oh my God, I have my own angels.

So you don't want to do?

No offense, but no.

But you on the other hand... hand, you big lug.

We could have a gale of time.

Easy, easy. Pebbles is here.

Oh, Daddy, I'm not a kid anymore.

I know, I know.

I'm getting there.

Now that I have you all here, there's something I want to say.

But help me up first.

Don't say anything you'll regret, Mr. Flintstone.

Wilma, I just want you to know that the best times of my life started and end

with you.

And I want to thank you for putting up with me for all these years.

And I want you to know I will always do my best to make you happy.

Oh, Fred, you too.

You're the only man I'll ever want in my life. As much as you drive me crazy,

you still make me feel like the most important person in the world.

Happy birthday, Fred.

Not only did you get older... You got sexier, too.

Does this mean I get some dessert tonight?

As much as you'd like.

Yabba dabba!

They're stunning and sensational, fairy and insatiable.