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- Well, of all the nerve. - Hey, Wilma.

Did you see me go by here?

- Yes, I did. - Which way did I go?

- Thataway. - Thanks.

All right, you phony Flintstone, I know who you are.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Hold it, and don't give me that yabba-dabba-doo stuff.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

♪ Flintstones, meet the Flintstones They're the modern stone age family ♪

♪ From the town of Bedrock They're a page right out of history ♪

♪ Let's ride with the family down the street

Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet ♪

♪ When you're with the Flintstones Have a yabba-dabba-doo time ♪

♪ A dabba-doo time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪♪

Fred, what are you doing?

Pebbles and I are busy watching TV.

Well, it's time for Pebbles to retire.

Okay, Wilma. I'll put her to bed as soon as the news is over.

You heard Mommy, honey. It's off to bed for you.

Oh, yeah? Well, the same to you, Pebbly-poo.

And on the local news front, there have been more reports

of unidentified flying objects, sometimes called flying saucers

seen over the city of Bedrock.

The only flying saucers I see are the ones Wilma throws

when I get home late from bowling.

Air Force sources claim so-called flying saucers

are unusual cloud formations or other natural phenomena.

Yeah, like a good imagination.

And now for the Dow-Stones Rock Market averages...

That's it, Pebbles. It's time to visit the sandman in beddy-bye land.

As a matter of fact, I think I'll hit the sack myself.

Say goodnight to Mama, Pebbles.

Goodnight, sweetie.

- Oh, Fred. - Yes, my little Wilma-poo?

Will you please empty the trashcan on your way back?

I can't get another thing in the pail.

She said a mouthful that time.

- My mouthful. - Okay, Wilma.

Here we are, Pebbles, honey.

All right, Dino, don't get hysterical.

You can kiss Pebbles goodnight, too.

Another one?

Heh, you sure love Pebbles, don't you, Dino?

You see that, Pebbles? You got a real pal in Dino.

A regular guardian angel.

Ah, how about that? She's fast asleep already.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

You know, without kids

being a father means nothing.

♪ Yabba-dabba-doo means I love you ♪

Goodnight, Wilma.

♪ Yabba-dabba-doo, you love me too ♪♪

Hey, Perry Bromo. Haven't you forgotten something?

Don't tell me tonight's my bowling night.

- I want to hit the sack early. - No, it is not your bowling night

but tomorrow is trash day.

No kidding? Boy, they have a holiday for everything.

Never mind the jokes, funny man.

- Just take out the trash. - Okay. Okay.

Did you hear about the flying saucers, Wilma?

Flying saucers?

- What is this, another joke? - No, really, I heard it on TV.

Some guy says he saw them flying over Bedrock.

- Isn't that a riot? - How silly.

I suppose they're full of little green men.

And they want to take over the whole world.

♪ Yabba-dabba-doo means I love you ♪

♪ Yabba-dabba-doo, you love me too ♪

♪ Yabba-dabba-doo ♪

♪ I love you Yabba-dabba-dabba-dabba-doo ♪♪

Hey, I'm in good voice tonight.

Attention.

This is your leader speaking.

You have been duplicated in the image of

an earthman

for the purpose of taking over the Earth.

You are also equipped with the complete mastery

of the language.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Excellent. Now, these are your instructions.

As earthmen, you will mingle with the natives,

gathering all necessary pre-invasion data.

Is that clear?

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Good.

In case of an emergency,

you will rendezvous on my command

and return immediately to this ship.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Now, let us move forward.

Here's your supper, Dino.

Goodnight, pal. See you in the morning.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Attention. This is your leader speaking.

You have reached your dispersal point.

Proceed with your mission.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Out you go, kitty.

And try picking catfights in somebody else's yard tonight.

Oh, there you are, Fred.

Will you put this laundry on the back porch, dear?

I want to hang it on the line first thing in the morning.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Very funny, Fred.

You're a real joker.

Okay, I can be very funny, too, you know.

Well, that's taken care of.

The cat's out, Dino's been fed, and I am beat.

Right after I have a bite to eat, I'm gonna hit the sack.

Hi, Fred.

Wilma, what are you doing with that vase?

Yabba-dabba-doo.

How's that for a real belly laugh?

Boy, she's getting harder to understand every day.

Say good night to Daddy, Bamm-Bamm.

And a good night to you, too.

Coochie, coochie, coo.

Uh-oh.

Bam, bam. Bam-bam-bam!

Oh, Barney.

When will you learn not to stick out your finger?

You know Bamm-Bamm doesn't know his own strength.

Who knows? I might be the father of the next heavyweight champ.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

- Yabba-dabba-doo. - Huh?

Barney, wake up. I think I hear a burglar.

Yeah, well, when you're sure, call the cops.

Wake up, Barney. Wake up.

There's a prowler in the kitchen.

- A prowler? - Yes. Quick, do something.

I am. I am. I'm hiding.

Barney Rubble, don't tell me you're afraid of a little old burglar?

No, it's them big tough ones I worry about.

Well, here goes.

Hiya, Fred. Hey, you seen a prowler around here?

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Hey, Fred.

Hey, what goes on here?

Yabba-dabba-doo.

I don't mind your raiding our icebox

but at least you could knock before you come in.

All right, wise guy, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Some nerve.

He left without even saying good night.

Barney, what happened? Did you find the prowler?

Yeah, it was Fred. He came over to raid our icebox.

- Fred? Are you sure? - Oh, it was him all right.

He even hit me with this sandwich.

Well, of all the nerve.

I'm gonna tell Wilma about this.

Operator, get me the Flintstone residence.

Boy, I can't sleep a wink.

This diet Wilma put me on is for the birds.

Come to think of it, even a bird would starve.

I'll grab me a sandwich while Wilma's sleeping.

She'll never know the difference.

Hello? Oh! Oh, it's you, Betty.

What's wrong? He what?

He made a shambles of our kitchen and attacked Barney with a sandwich.

Oh, dear, he must be sleepwalking again.

He does it every time he's on a diet.

I'm sorry, Betty. Let me handle this.

The nerve of that man.

He promised not to break his diet.

Oh, boy, this sandwich will put me to sleep.

- Fred Flintstone! - Wilma?

I thought you were asleep.

Some nerve, sneaking out in the middle of the night

to pull a trick like that.

Gee, honey, I was so hungry, I couldn't sleep.

And besides, it was only a small sandwich.

Don't make excuses. Betty told me everything.

How do you like that? My neighbor's wife is a stool pigeon.

Now get back to bed before you cause any more trouble.

Yes, dear.

I wonder how Betty knew I sneaked a sandwich.

All right, I'm up. Now shut up, will you?

I was only doing my job.

Fred, your breakfast is ready.

I'm coming. Let me brush my teeth first.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

What a night. I hardly slept a wink.

I sure look awful when I get up.

How can such a handsome guy look so ugly in the morning?

Must be the diet. I look gaunt.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

I hope Fred isn't mad at me for ordering him out of the house last night.

I gotta give him a ride to work this morning.

I'm sure he's forgotten all about it.

I hope so. Bye.

Bye, dear. Have a nice day.

Good morning, Fred. Uh...

No hard feelings about last night, huh?

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Yeah, I knew you'd understand.

After all, what's a little midnight snack between neighbors?

Say goodbye to Daddy, Bamm-Bamm.

Bam, bam, bam-bam-bam.

Goodbye.

So long, Wilma. I gotta hurry.

Barney's gonna drive me to work this morning.

Oh, no. Don't tell me he left already. What a nerve.

But I thought I saw you in the car, Fred.

You and Barney just left.

Well, if we did, you're talking to a pigment of your imagination.

Some pal. Now I'll have to drive to work myself.

I don't get it.

There's been a lot of peculiar things going on all of a sudden.

Gee, Fred, ain't you got anything to say?

All you do is sit there with that blank look on your face.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

No kidding, Fred.

Lately you been acting like you're from outer space or something.

Well, so long, pal. Pick you up tonight.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Uh-oh. It's that Flintstone character.

I better warn the boss.

Fred Flintstone just walked into the office, Mr. Slate.

Fred Flintstone just walked into the office, Mr. Slate.

Well, get rid of him. I'm busy practicing my golf game.

The future of our firm is at stake.

Rockwell only gives contracts to clients who are good golfers.

And we're playing today.

Well, get rid of him. I'm busy...

Yeah, I heard him. Relax.

Sorry, Mr. Flintstone, Mr. Slate is in a conference.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Well, I'll say one thing for Flintstone, he's got plenty of nerve.

No more job, but plenty of nerve.

Flintstone, what's the idea of busting in here like that?

If I don't beat Rockwell at golf this afternoon, I'll lose a big contract.

Now get out of my office so I can practice my putting.

Flintstone, what are you doing?

Yow!

You realize, of course, this action automatically, oh,

terminates, ooh, your employment.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

I better let Mr. Slate know I missed my ride.

That's why I'm two minutes late.

No one walks over me and gets away with it.

If I see him again, I'll pulverize him.

I hope he's in a good mood.

Good morning, Mr. Slate.

I want to explain why I'm late.

You see, I was supposed to get a ride with...

Flintstone, get out of my office. Get off my property.

And don't ever come back!

Gee, I wonder if I'm fired.

I'll be frank with you, Slate.

Playing with you is awfully boring.

You've been in that sand trap for one hour.

It just takes me a little time to warm up, J.R., that's all.

By the time you warm up, the Ice Age will be over.

Come on, let's skip this hole.

I say you can always tell a man's business by his golf score.

Now that's only fair, right, Slate?

Oh, yes, sir. The fairest.

A man who can't handle a golf club, can't handle a business.

- Right, Slate? - Yes, sir. The rightist, J.R.

I'll see you on the green, Slate.

Try to make it before sundown.

Oh, brother.

The things I have to put up with to get a contract from that old duffer.

If only I could hit the ball straight just once to impress him.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Flintstone, I thought I fired you.

Now, Flintstone, let's not be hasty.

You wouldn't strike a man who wears glasses.

Wow! What a drive.

You surprise me, Flintstone.

Fore!

Great Scott! A hole in one!

- Did you hit that ball, Slate? - No, J.R.

That was my employee, Fred Flintstone.

Go along with the bit, Flintstone.

Would you mind if he joined us?

Yow!

Beautiful shot, Flintstone.

At least 400 yards.

You know, we may be able to do business after all, Slate.

Oh! Thank you. Thank you.

What will I tell Wilma?

I don't even know why I was fired.

Maybe if I crawl to Mr. Slate on my hands and knees, he'll give me my job back.

I'll try and catch him at the golf course.

I hope he's still here.

Flintstone, you were marvelous.

Best game I've had in years.

I'll send that contract over in the morning, Slate.

Oh! Thank you, J.R.

Let's play again soon, Flintstone.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Peculiar fellow, that Flintstone.

Doesn't say much, but his golf game is out of this world.

There's Mr. Slate now.

I'll get down on my hands and knees.

I did it. A great big fat contract.

I'll be a millionaire.

Excuse me, Mr. Slate, I...

Flintstone, my best friend!

You were great. Absolutely marvelous.

Stop in my office in the morning and we'll talk about a raise.

Nothing extravagant, of course.

See you tomorrow.

There's something strange going on lately.

Betty knows I'm eating a sandwich and snitches to Wilma.

The boss fires me for being two minutes late, then hires me back.

I don't know, maybe I'm cracking up.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Hiya, Fred.

Hiya, Fred? I'm Fred.

Hey, you, just a rock-picking minute.

All right, buster, what's the idea of impersonating me?

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Another me. Come back here.

Now where did that guy go? And who is he?

Ah.

I get it.

This is some kind of joke the boys from the Lodge are pulling.

I'm sorry about last night, Betty.

Ever since Fred's been on a diet, he's been acting peculiar.

Speaking about acting peculiar, look who's coming up the street.

It's Fred.

Well, of all the nerve.

Hey, Wilma. Did you see me go by here?

Yes, I did, and I also saw you flirting with a girl.

- How dare you? - I can explain everything.

- Which way did I go? - Thataway.

Thanks.

All right, you phony Flintstone, I know who you are.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Hold it, and don't give me that yabba-dabba-doo stuff.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Another me.

Oh, boy, those guys will pull anything for a gag.

Come on, fellows, I'm wise to you.

Attention, pre-invasion force.

This is your leader.

Come in, please.

You guys can't fool me. I know who you are and what you're up to.

Something has gone wrong.

The earthlings have discovered us.

We'll have to make a run for it.

All units regroup immediately

and return to ship.

That is all.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Yabba-dabba-doo.

Very funny, but the joke's over.

If you guys want to play rough, I can play rough, too.

All right, Rockhead, Shale, and the rest of you guys.

I know you're under them stupid masks.

I'm gonna bring you all in.

Come on, you guys.

Hold it.

Ah, that does it. I can take a joke but you guys are carrying this thing too far.

It's no use hiding, I got you cornered.

Hey, where are we?

- What kind of a place is this? - Attention, robots.

Our plan has been uncovered.

Our ranks have been infiltrated by an earthling.

We are in danger and must return to our own planet.

Will the real Fred Flintstone please identify himself?

All right, spacemen.

I'll go along with the gag.

I'm the real Fred Flintstone. Which one of you is Barney?

Hey, wait a minute. Let go.

Holy mackerel, that's a real flying saucer.

Those guys were gonna invade the Earth.

And I stopped them.

Wow! I'm a hero.

Wait till Wilma hears about this.

Fred, we demand to know what's going on.

- You've been acting very strange. - Raiding our icebox.

- Hitting me on the head with a sandwich. - And flirting with girls.

Take it easy, everybody. I can explain everything.

You see, there was this flying saucer from another planet

with 10 guys in it who looked like me.

One of them hit Barney on the head with a sandwich.

Another lost me my job.

- They got me into all kinds of trouble. - Flying saucer?

- Ten Flintstones? - From another planet?

Yeah, but I chased them back into the saucer and got rid of them.

Oh, boy, what a story.

I think I understand, Fred.

You've been on that diet too long.

You're having hallucinations.

Hey, wait a minute.

Aren't you gonna call the papers? I'm a hero.

Come inside, hero.

I'm gonna fix you a big dinner.

You can forget the diet.

Oh, boy, what gratitude.

That's the last time I save the world for them.

Forget the diet? Hey, Wilma. Wait for me!

What are we having for dinner, honey?

Wait for me, Wilma!

♪ Flintstones, meet the Flintstones They're the modern stone age family ♪

♪ From the town of Bedrock They're a page right out of history ♪

♪ Someday, maybe Fred will win the fight Then that cat will stay out for the night ♪

♪ When you're with the Flintstones Have a yabba-dabba-doo time ♪

♪ A dabba-doo time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪

♪ We'll have a gay old time ♪♪

Wilma!