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Hi, Mr. Flintstone.

Who are you pretending to be? Queen Kong?

Queen Kong? Why, you little...

Uh-aaa-ah. You're bein' a naughty monster.

I've seen hammy performances, but wow!

- He, uh, didn't buy it, huh? - No.

Maybe I'd better give up. I just don't have it.

What you need is some instruction, Fred.

Instruction? Where do you learn to act like a beast?

At the zoo.

I hear they got a couple of real loo-loos up there.

Of course, the zoo! I'm glad I thought of it.

- You, uh... - Let's go, Barney.

I don't wanna keep my teacher waiting.

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 ♪

Clear the alley, here we go. Right down the old groove.

Another strike.

Barney, can't you wait until we get to the bowling alley?

Watch this new delivery of mine, Fred.

- Poetry in motion. - Poetry?

Looks more like an advanced case of bowlers' bends!

Now, at look at this form.

Now, look what you've done! After it, before it goes down the sewer!

Faster, Barney, faster!

Hurry up with the painting, Henry. I have lots of other things for you to do.

Get off those silly stilts and get back to work.

Duck, Fred, it's coming back!

You and your trick shots!

Throw the ball to Dada, Son, as hard as you can.

That was my son who did that.

- Waiter, where's my spaghetti? - Here you are, sir.

- Where's my meatball? - It's coming right up, sir.

Come on, hurry it up.

I wasn't in that much of a hurry.

Pardon me, sir.

Ah. Here it is.

Uh-oh.

I, uh, think I've got a little of your meat sauce.

Hm...

Hey, not bad. Not bad at all.

- Here, try some, Fred. - Looks delicious. Mm!

Very tasty. Yes, yes. But don't you think it needs a little more salt?

- Yeah, I thought it... - Out! Both of you. Out! Out! Out!

All right, my man, have it your way.

And just for that, we'll never eat here again.

Boy, what a sorehead that guy was.

Hey, Fred, look.

"Coming Bedrock Theater, Son of Rockzilla."

That ought to be a bundle of laughs.

Wowee, what a gruesome-looking monster.

Oh, yeah? You haven't seen Wilma's mother lately, have you?

She couldn't be worse than these movie monsters.

I wonder who thinks them up.

I don't know, but whoever it is he must be a real fiend.

Fiendish Films. Uh, sorry, Mr. Fiendish is in conference.

Fiendish Films. Mrs. Fiendish?

She's in Rock Springs.

Some publicity man you are, Bunkly.

Son of Rockzilla opens tomorrow

and you still haven't thought of a gimmick for the newspapers.

Now, now don't worry, Mr. Fiendish. I'll think of a stunt.

We've got to make the public Rockzilla-conscious.

Say, maybe we'd better aim for the teenagers.

Say, I got it! I got it!

Another lucky ticket contest.

Remember this one, Mr. Fiendish?

This was a great gimmick.

"Win a date with Frankestone."

What a brainstorm that was. Remember that?

Yes, until the papers found out that the monster was married.

We need something that'll put us in the headlines.

Headlines, huh? Say, how about the old scare-them stunt?

- Scare-them stunt? - Sure.

We dress up some boob as Rockzilla, and send him into the streets.

Get it?

Why, that would cause a panic. Traffic tie-ups, people screaming.

Great. Great!

Then we call the papers, report that a monster is loose.

Headlines, TV.

- Fiendish has done it again. - Bunkly, you're a genius.

- I always thought so. - Come on.

We've got to find some stoop to play Rockzilla.

It's nice to be appreciated.

No, these people are all too small.

We need a real hulk. A big, ugly...

Chief, our worries are over. Look. This guy won't need hardly any makeup.

- Uh, pardon me, mister. - What are you, a wise guy?

Uh, excuse me, lady.

That's show biz for you.

Oh, there's gotta be somebody to play the monster.

Hey, take a look at that.

And a one and a two.

Zoom, powwy, strike!

Don't you ever get tired, Barney?

He certainly looks the beastly type.

Yeah, but how do we know he can act?

- Now, watch this one, Fred. - Barney, will you cut that out?

Oops.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Fred. I'll see you later.

- What do you think of that, Bunkly? - He's our man, sir.

I'm going to tear you limb from limb, Barney!

- Yeah. Pardon me, sir. - What do you want? I'm busy.

Come back here, Barney!

- Face your execution like a man! - You're perfect!

How would you like to make 50 bucks for just one night's work?

Oh, no you don't. I'm not selling any more encyclopedias.

I guess we made a mistake, Mr. Fiendish.

I thought we found a new movie star!

Movie star? A star?

Me?

That's right. Star.

- Once you pass the audition. - Audition, eh?

What kind of a part do I play? Is it big?

Is it big?

Why, it's monstrous. Eh, Mr. Fiendish?

Right. We'll tell you all about it at the office.

Wilma Flintstone, you mean Fred's actually going to be a movie star?

- I don't believe it. - Neither do I, Betty.

But that's what they told him.

Imagine, running around town in a Rockzilla costume, trying to scare people.

For that he needs a costume?

Oh! Very realistic, Fred. You almost had us fooled.

If it wasn't for your bad posture, I never would have recognized you.

Thanks. Now, what do you say, Wilma?

How do I look?

Perfectly ridiculous.

You've done foolish things before, Fred, but this takes the cake.

Oh, yeah? Well, how many fools make 50 bucks for one night's work?

And this is only a start. Who knows?

I could end up with my own TV series.

Yeah, and I got a good title for it, Nightmare Theater.

Yeah, good idea, Barney.

There's only one problem. I don't think he can frighten anyone.

Oh, yeah? I'll wake up Dino and show you.

Dumb dinosaur. What does he know?

Just that you're making a fool of yourself.

Hey, look who just came in.

Watch this.

Don't you dare frighten Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm, Fred.

Dada.

Dada.

Bam! Bam! Bam-bam-bam!

Let go of me! Ow! Ow, stop it! Ouch! Put me down!

Put him down, Bamm-Bamm. He's a nice monster.

That baby still doesn't know his own strength.

He was probably so scared, he didn't know what he was doing.

Very funny.

Somebody help me off with my head, will you? I need air.

Hey. This catch is pretty tight.

There it is. Help! A monster!

- Oh, I'm scared. - Isn't it ugly?

All right, all right, knock it off.

Oh, boy, we got a house full of comedians.

Well, I'd better get going. I'm due downtown at 9:00.

- Hook me up, huh, Barney? - Uh, can I come along, Fred?

On the job?

Yeah, I've always wanted to work with a big-time monster!

Oh, really? Well, okay, come on.

- Fred, haven't you forgotten something? - Oh.

Yeah. Goodbye, honey.

Oh! Oh, that tickles. Bye, Rockzilla.

- I don't approve, but happy monstering. - Thanks, Wilma.

This is going to be real laughs.

I see what you mean, Fred.

Flintstone should be downtown in his Rockzilla outfit at 9:00.

- What time is it now, Bunkly? - Oh, uh, 5 to 9:00, sir.

- You sure it hasn't stopped? - I'll check, sir. It's running.

Yeah, and I have been running for eight days.

Where's my relief?

I'll call the police department and spread the false alarm.

You get the sound effects record ready, Bunkly.

Hello, police department?

Uh, Precinct 12, Police Sergeant McAsphalt speaking.

What's that? A monster? Oh, come on now, lady.

You sure you haven't cracked your bifocals?

I tell you he's here.

I mean, he's here. His name's Rockzilla,

R-O-C-K-Z-I-L-L-A.

Uh, be sure to spell it right. Listen.

Start the sound effects record, Bunkly.

Right, boss.

Rockzilla's loose. Calling all cars, calling all cars.

Be on the lookout for a loose monster. He's dangerous.

Hear that? Let's go.

A monster, huh? I wonder what he looks like.

He's nine feet tall, approximately 500 pounds.

A killer. I repeat, a killer. Last seen headed north.

The monster's headed north. Where are we going?

South for the winter.

- Who are you calling, Bunkly? - The newspapers. What else?

Good thinking, Bunkly. That should get things moving.

Bedrock News, cut-rate subscriptions. Night editor speaking.

Huh? Rockzilla is what?

Hold the phone!

Stop the presses! Stop the presses!

A monster's loose!

A monster?

Say, I wonder if Uncle Herman's out again.

This is radio station K-R-O-C-K. Your friendly...

We interrupt this program to bring you an announcement.

A savage monster is at large in the city.

Further details after a brief word about our sponsor.

Friends, have you been short-tempered lately?

Got that run-down feeling?

Darn this cheap costume. It's beginning to itch.

What's on your mind, Fred?

- You've been as nervous as a catasaurus. - Oh, I'm worried, Barney.

I might not be able to handle this job.

After all, supposing I can't scare anybody?

Are you kidding?

Yuck! You look horrible. I can't stand the sight of you.

You're just saying that because you're my

friend. How do I know I'll panic the public?

Hey, I got it, Fred. Why don't you try out your act around here first?

- Right here in the neighborhood? - Yeah. Yeah.

Then I'll know if I'm gruesome enough for downtown.

Okay. Hey, stop the car, Barney.

Who's that up ahead crossing the street?

It's Arnold, the newsboy.

Yeah, here's where I get back at that fresh kid.

Hi, Mr. Flintstone.

Who are you pretending to be, Queen Kong?

Queen Kong! Why, you little...

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

You're being a naughty monster.

I've seen hammy performances, but, wow!

- He, uh, didn't buy it, huh? - No, maybe I'd better give up.

I just don't have it.

- What you need is some instruction, Fred. - Instruction?

- Where do you learn to act like a beast? - At the zoo.

I hear they got a couple of real lulus up there.

Of course. The zoo! I'm glad I thought of it.

- You thought... - Let's go, Barney.

I don't want to keep my teacher waiting.

"Bedrock Zoo."

At least we found the place.

Gee, it's so dark, how do we find a wild beast section?

Just keep your eyes open, Barney.

They're bound to be around here some place.

Another bad dream.

Maybe I'd better see the zoochiatrist.

Hey, Fred, uh, I think this is one of them.

"Doris the finkasaurus, do not disturb."

Hey, hey Doris. Doris, wake up, baby.

Yeah, she's a genuine finkasaurus, all right.

I... I don't know if this is such a hot idea, Fred.

Now, now, give me a minute. Let's see if I can capture the character.

Well, we'd better beat it, Barney. I think I gave the mating call!

How's this, Barney? How's this?

- Hey, you've got it, Fred! - Oh, boy! This may mean an Oscar.

I can hardly wait to try it.

Now's your chance, Fred. I hear a car coming.

Great! Great! Watch this, Barney, I'll spring out at them!

- Uh-oh. Police. - It's the monster!

Son of Rockzilla. Let's get him!

I did it, Barney! I did it! I passed for Rockzilla!

- I took them in! - Uh, they'll be taking us in.

This way, hurry.

There he goes! Come back here, you monster!

Did you hear that, Barney? He called me "monster." I'm a success!

- Get reinforcements, Brickly. - Right.

All right, you. Halt or I'll fire!

Halt! Halt! Halt!

Okay, you asked for it!

Wow!

They're really out to get me, Barney. This wasn't in the deal.

Hey, quick, Fred, into these bushes.

- We'll be safe here, Fred. - Whoo.

That settles it. I'm giving up show business.

- You mean no more Rockzilla? - Right.

I wouldn't be caught dead in this outfit.

Oh, what I said... help me off with this phony head.

The catch is stuck, Fred. I... I can't undo it.

Oh, boy. Now, what do I do?

Oh. Give yourself up.

Throw yourself on the mercy of the court. You can plead insanity.

Are you kidding?

If I go out like this, the cops will shoot first and ask questions afterwards.

Oh, gosh, you're right.

Well, I'll drive home and get some tools for your head.

Now, don't go away.

Don't go away? Where will I go like this, dancing?

Easy, Fred. You're too jumpy.

Uh, aside from the cops, nobody even knows you're around.

Monster loose! Read all about it, monster loose!

Read the Bedrock News!

Monster loose. Oh, really, what they won't do to sell papers.

You're so right. They should be ashamed of...

- Help! A monster! - Police! Help!

Monster loose! Read all about it!

Our phony Rockzilla should be here any minute now, Mr. Fiendish.

- I hope so. - Help! Help!

- Run, run, run for your lives! - A monster is loose!

Help! Help!

Ah, good old Flintstone. He's right on time.

Look at him. He's really giving us our money's worth!

Listen to him ham it up.

Don't overdo it, Flintstone. You've got the whole night ahead of you.

Hey!

Flintstone! You're fired!

Where is Barney, anyhow? He's been gone at least an hour.

- I got to get this head off. - This way, men.

Uh-oh. Someone's coming.

I think the bloodhoundasauruses have picked up the monster's trail.

Bloodhoundasauruses! I gotta get out of here.

Hey, Fred. Yoo-hoo! I got the pliers.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Looks like I made a clean getaway.

What the...?

Oh, so they went out and hired another actor on me.

Whatever you do, buddy, look out for the cops.

Not a bad imitation, fella, not bad at all.

Hey, uh, they promised me 50 bucks. How much they paying you?

Now, cut that out.

Hey, listen, help me off with my head, will you? Just pull hard.

Okay, wise guy. You asked for it.

That mouth. That ugly bridgework.

No, human being...

Oh, It's the finkasaurus! Help!

Help! A monster!

- Well, Brickly, I guess we've lost them. - Help! Help!

It's Rockzilla!

Only, now there's two of them. It's a regular epidemic. After them.

Hey, Fred. Fred! You can come out now.

- Help! - Hi, Fred. I got the...

Just for that I won't help you take off your phony head!

I just adore rock rummy, don't you, Fran?

Rock rummy? I thought we were playing 21.

I got to get out of this suit. And fast.

- Is that you, Fred? - Yeah. Yeah, honey.

Oh, you haven't seen Fred for years, have you, Selma?

- Not since your wedding. - He's changed a little since then.

Come on in and meet the girls, dear.

This is the father of my child.

Hi, honey.

- Help! Help! - Help! Help!

What's going on?

- I knew he was homely, but... - Poor Wilma.

No, wonder she stays home so much.

Oh, Fred, why are you still wearing that costume?

The... The cops are after me.

Well, at least we got one of them trapped.

We'll never take him alive.

- Here goes. - Hey, wait. Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Uh, I should let them go ahead and blast you for running me down, Fred.

Are you nuts, mister?

- You're looking to get torn to shreds. - By him? Ha! Come on, ex-pal.

I'll help you off with your phony head.

It's no use, Fred, you and I are quits.

Now, don't try to make up. We're through.

Okay, okay, stop apologizing.

It tickles.

Come on, now. Now, let's get this costume off.

Barney, wait.

Say, what's going on around here, anyway?

It was all a publicity stunt.

Now... Now watch this, I'll take off the head.

Hey, Barney, wait! Wait, don't!

It's okay, Fred, I'll... I'll have it off in a minute.

- Stop it, Barney! - Oh, am I hurting you, Fred? Sorry.

Barney, will you look? I'm over here.

Say, that's tricky, Fred.

But if you're there, you can't possibly be inside here.

Therefore, by the process of elimination this is a genuine monster.

Help!

No. There's nothing to be afraid of, Barney.

He likes you.

It's a she. Her name's Doris the finkasaurus, from the zoo.

Oh, the finkasaurus. No, wonder she looked familiar.

Okay, okay, put me down.

Now, come on, Doris.

Where do you think you're going?

- To the zoo. - Huh?

Sure, I've got to take my date home, don't I?

Well, you'll have to admit, they do make a lovely couple.

To you.

♪ 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!