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Look, Pebbles, honey, wanna play on the teeter-totter?

Yeah. Hey, Dino, why don't you get on with the baby?

Uh-uh.

Aw, don't pay any attention to Dino, Pebbles.

You can't get hurt just sitting on a seesaw.

Evening, Mr. Flintstone.

- Here's your paper. - Arnold, hold it. Hold it!

Every time you throw the paper, you hit me on the head with it.

I'll be careful, Mr. Flintstone. I'll throw it way over there.

Well, okay, but watch it, buster.

Right.

Oh, boy.

Ouch!

Goodbye, Mr. Flintstone!

That Arnold.

I don't know whether to cancel my subscription,

or increase my accident insurance.

You said it, sweetheart. The paper's all broken.

Hm. "Famed Honeyrock Hotel to be torn down."

Torn down? Aw, that's a shame. I met your mommy at that hotel, Pebbles.

I'll take Pebbles in now, Fred. You better come in too.

We're having dinner at the Rubbles,

- and it's time to get ready. - Yeah.

Hey, Wilma, they're tearing down the old Honeyrock Hotel.

- No. - Yeah, to make room for a supermarket.

Oh! Read it to me later, Fred. I've got to get Pebbles into the house.

Boy, what a shame.

Well, I guess, sooner or later, everything has to come down.

Yeah, everything.

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 ♪

- That was a most delicious meal, Betty. - I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Wilma.

Yes, sir. Betty's the best.

Ah. Yes, sir, Betty, you sure are some cook.

I don't know when I tasted better stegosaurus ribs.

- Why, thank you, Fred. - Bam! Bam!

- Bam! Bam! Bam! - Hey, look at that, Betty.

Bamm-Bamm thinks you're a good cook too.

Yeah, give Bamm-Bamm and Pebbles peanut butter sandwiches,

and they're happy.

Say, let's have our cactus sherbet in the living room.

- Okay, Wilma? - Fine, Betty.

I'll just take some of these dishes into the kitchen.

Oh, Barney, this door is stuck again.

Oh, Bamm-Bamm.

When are you going to realize your own strength?

But thanks.

Boy, Betty, this sherbet is sure good.

You said it, Barn. I'm gonna have another.

Yow!

Betty, I thought you said this cactus sherbet was safe to eat.

- Here's a cactus needle. - Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.

But that's what the man at the market said.

Oh, speaking of markets,

do you know they're tearing down the old Honeyrock Hotel

to make room for a supermarket?

Oh, for heaven's sake.

How could they tear down that lovely hotel to make room for a supermarket?

I guess people are more interested in shopping than stopping.

Oh, boy.

Well, it's a shame.

I almost cried when Fred told me about it.

Gee, uh, I'm a little choked up myself.

The Honeyrock Hotel was where I first met my darling wife.

Oh, Barney.

We met there too, Wilma. The Honeyrock Hotel.

That was a wonderful summer, wasn't it?

- I'll never forget it. - Uh, me neither.

How, uh, long ago was it, 14, 15 years?

- Sixteen, Barney. - Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure, Barn.

I remember it was the summer my father gave me my first straight razor.

You and I had just started working as bellboys at the Honeyrock Hotel.

- Front boy. - Yes, sir, Mr. Stoneyface?

Show Mr. Rocks-On-Rocks

and the rest of his luggage to Room 402.

Uh, yes, sir. Right away.

- Oh, uh, front boy. - Uh, yes, Fred.

- Take this luggage to Room 402. - Right, Fred.

Okay, Fred, is that all?

- Yeah, Barney. I'll handle the rest of it. - Thanks, Fred, you're a real pal.

They tell me Conrad Hailstone started this way.

Doris, you take Station Five.

Gloria, you take Station Three.

And you, new girls, take Station One and Two, where I can keep an eye on you.

Yes, sir.

- Now there's no need to be nervous. - We can't help it, sir.

We've never waited on table before.

In fact, this is the first job we've ever had.

Well, there's nothing to it.

I'm sure you, girls, will...

- Uh-uh. Wrong door, Doris. - I'm sorry.

You, girls, watch that too.

Remember, accidents begin when "in" is used for "out,"

and "out" is used for "in."

Remember that, and you'll avoid accidents.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, Mr. Stoneyface, you're wanted in the kitchen.

Thank you.

Remember, in the kitchen through "in,"

out through "out."

Cuckoo. Cuckoo. Cuckoo.

It's not really 3:00. I just got hungry.

- How's it going, Betty? - Swell.

Just remember, in the kitchen through "in."

Yeah, and "out" means out.

We know. "Accidents begin when 'in' is used for 'out."'

"And 'out' is used for 'in."'

Hey, uh, let's hurry, huh, Fred? We don't want to waste our afternoon off.

Take it easy, Barney. We got until 6:00.

And we want to look our best, don't we?

In case, we meet some beautiful rich girls, who take a shine to us?

Yeah. Oh, that would be nice.

Of course, I wouldn't mind having a beautiful

poor girl take a shine to me, neither.

There ain't no such creature around here, Barn.

This hotel is the playground of the wealthy.

That it is, Fred. That it is. Ouch.

I washed it this morning,

- and I can't do a thing with it. - Your hair?

No, my comb.

Come on, let's go.

Betty, we only have until 6:00.

Are you gonna spend our whole afternoon off admiring yourself?

Now, Wilma, I just want to be sure I look all right.

Suppose I run into a rich, handsome young man?

- Betty. - Well, the woods are full of them.

And maybe one of them might succumb to my obvious charms.

Betty Jean McBricker, what kind of talk is that?

But if you should happen to meet a rich, handsome young man,

- I hope you'll remember to do one thing. - What?

- Ask him if he's got a friend for me. - Wilma.

Shall we go?

If you can tear yourself away from yourself, yeah.

What'll we do this afternoon, Fred?

I don't know, Barney, but it'll have to be something that doesn't take any money.

- I'm broke. - Yeah, me too.

- Uh... having trouble, mister? - I certainly am.

I wonder if you'd be a good lad and park this for me?

- I just don't seem to have the knack. - Uh, sure.

Oh, that'll be jolly.

Here's a little something for your trouble.

Thanks, mister.

Fifty bucks? Gee, thanks, mister. Thanks.

Barney, he gave me 50 bucks. He must be rich.

Oh, he is, Fred, indubitably.

That's Reggie Rocks-On-Rocks, the multi-multi-millionaire.

That's a multi-multi-millionaire?

Boy, what a cheapskate he is.

- That's how the other half lives, Betty. - It wouldn't be too hard to take.

But we're lucky just to be working in a place like this for the summer.

You're right.

Say, look at that car.

- Isn't it a beauty? - Oh, it's dreamy.

Look.

- Real cave-bear interior and everything. - Wilma, what are you doing?

Mm! I just want to see how it feels to sit in a car like this.

You know something?

- What? - It feels pretty good.

Say, look at the tricky horn.

Isn't that something?

Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Now you did it.

The horn's stuck!

Let go of the string. Let go of the string.

These peasants.

There's a space at the other end of the parking lot.

Yeah, watch me whip her in.

Uh-oh. Here comes someone.

- Let's get out before they see us. - Too late.

Wow! What a beautiful girl.

Man, oh, man, is she something.

And look at that car. They must be millionaires' daughters.

- You think so? - I know so.

I can spot the real thing a mile away.

Look at that car.

- They must be sons of millionaires. - Yeah.

Say, the little one is kind of cute.

What's that on the big one's face?

- That's his nose. - Oh.

I, uh, hope you don't mind my parking next to your beautiful car?

Oh, uh, this car isn't... Um...

This car isn't as beautiful as your car.

Oh, this car isn't... Uh, this car isn't that beautiful.

I, uh, guess you girls are staying at the hotel, eh?

- Well... - Now that's a silly question, Fred.

Where else would millionaires' daughters be staying?

Are you, boys, staying at the hotel?

- Uh, well... - Naturally, Wilma.

Where else would millionaires' sons be staying?

Uh, incidentally, my name is Fred Flintstone, and this is Barney Rubble.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm, uh, Wilma, and this is my friend, Betty.

How do you do?

Say, how would you girls like to see a movie?

There's a great picture showing in town, uh, One Million B.C.

It's all about life in the future.

- Well... - We'd love to see it.

Well, good. Let's go.

Hey, uh, how are we gonna get to town... I mean, uh, whose car are we taking?

Uh, well, I just as soon it wasn't mine.

- I'm so bored with driving. - You know something? So am I.

The way things are, I'll probably never drive that car again.

I'll tell you what, let's do like the poor people do. Walk.

What a novel idea. I hope I haven't forgotten how.

I got a better idea, let's take the bus.

Hey, yeah, yeah. It'll give us a chance to see how the other half lives.

Boy, oh, boy. Did you ever hear so much baloney being sliced up and tossed around?

It just goes to prove what I've always said. People are phony.

What business did you say you were in, Fred?

Why, uh, we're in the leather business.

Uh, we handle ladies and gentlemen's luggage.

Oh, that's nice. And how is business?

Well, not bad. Not bad at all.

In fact, you might say it keeps us hopping.

Yeah. Yeah, bell hopping.

Uh-oh, here comes the bus.

All aboard.

This one is on me. Uh, take it out of this.

- A $50 bill? - Uh, sorry, it's the smallest I got.

And, uh, while you're at it, take an extra dime for yourself.

Thanks, Mac.

Yes, Pamela, I have deceived you.

I have been masquerading as a man of wealth

while I am really just an employee at the golf club.

If that is true, you are nothing but a cad.

No, Pamela, not a cad, a caddie.

I'm sorry, my dear. How you must despise me.

I too have a confession. I am not a duchess.

- What? - I work in a bakery. I am a jellyist.

- A jellyist? - Yes.

I put the jelly in the jelly donuts.

Pamela, Pamela, Pamela, how could you?

"And though I met Fred only a week ago,

I feel I've known him all my life.

He's so kind and sweet."

"I don't know how I'm ever going to tell him I'm not a millionaire's daughter."

Wilma, you better hurry. The dining room opens in a few minutes.

Okay, okay, I'm writing my mother.

I told her I think I'm in love with Fred.

I wrote my mother the same thing about Barney.

Oh, Betty, what are we gonna do? We can't go on this way.

I know. I know.

But if we tell them we're not heiresses, it'll be all over between us.

Millionaires stick to their own kind, you know.

I know. I wish they were poor, like us.

"Masquerade party, Wednesday evening."

Huh. I wish we could take the girls to that party, huh, Fred?

Oh, forget it, Barney. We're working Wednesday evening.

- It's impossible. - Yeah, I know.

Fred, how long can we go on deceiving those nice girls?

I don't know.

But if we tell them we're only bellhops and not millionaires, it's goodbye, Charlie.

Yeah, that's for sure. And I flipped over that Betty.

I wish the boys would invite us to the big masquerade party, Wednesday night.

So do I. But stop wishing. We're working that night.

Yeah, I know.

They used to think we little dragons weren't good for anything.

Just think, Wilma, if you were to marry Fred, you'd never have to iron again.

No, I suppose not.

Except maybe his money. You know, to keep it fresh and crisp.

Come in. Mother.

My baby. Oops! Watch out for my live alligator bag.

Sometimes, it snaps.

- Hello, Mrs. Slaghoople. - Hello, Betty, dear.

Mother, what are you doing here?

I came to meet this Fred Flintstone of yours

and see if he's really as wonderful as you say.

He is, Mother.

But when he finds out I've deceived him,

he'll probably board his yacht and sail out of my life forever.

And Barney will do the same thing to me.

Hogwash.

If those boys really love you, they'll understand.

Yes, but...

Now my advice to you girls is to tell the boys the truth.

After all, being poor is no crime.

If it were, Wilma, your father would be Public Enemy Number One.

Your mother's right, Wilma. We've got to tell the boys.

We'll tell them tonight, when we see them after work.

You're working tonight?

Yes. The hotel's having a big masquerade party and asked us to help out.

Oh. Well, I'll go down and register.

- I'll see you girls later. - Okay, Mother.

You know, I can hardly wait to meet your millionaire.

He feels like a son to me already, and it's not because he's rich.

I'd love him if he didn't have a dime.

Fine thing.

Here I am, with a date after work tonight, and I haven't a dime.

Cheer up, Fred. I got a hunch this is gonna be a good night for us.

Front boy.

Hey, that's you, Fred. Uh, looks like you got a big tipper there.

Oh, boy, that's just what I need.

- Show the lady to Room 313. - Yes, sir.

Don't bother, sonny. I can handle it.

Oh, it's no bother, ma'am. I'm here to be of service.

Let go. I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own suitcase.

But, ma'am, I can't let an old lady like you

carry this bag up three flights of stairs.

Old lady?

Why, I could carry you and this bag up three flights of stairs.

- Now, let go. - But, ma'am...

Now look at what you've done, you knucklehead.

I'm awfully sorry, ma'am.

Just wait until my future son-in-law hears about this.

He'll have your job.

Well, he'd be a fool to take it. The pay is terrible.

- Here, let me help you. - Keep your paws off my things.

If you come near me again, I'll forget I'm a lady and belt you one.

Sounds like the guests are having a great time at the masquerade party, Fred.

Yeah.

You know, Barney, Wilma ought to be in there having fun.

Yeah, and Betty too.

They didn't go because we told them we couldn't go on account of business.

We gotta tell the girls the truth,

so they can forget us and enjoy life with other millionaires.

Yeah, you're right, Fred.

If it wasn't for us acting like a couple of phonies,

the girls would be enjoying that party right now.

Cigars? Cigarettes? Cigars? Cigarettes?

No thanks, I already have some.

Oh, hi, Betty, how are you doing?

Well, I've sold three cigars and two packages of cigarettes,

had a proposal from one gentleman,

and gotten dirty looks from most of the ladies. How are you doing?

I'm catching cold, that's how I'm doing.

Some costumes they gave us.

A little more material, and I'd have a bikini.

No, sir, I haven't seen Mr. Rocks-On-Rocks all day.

- Yes, I'll have him paged. Oh, boy. - Yes, sir?

Page Mr. Rocks-On-Rocks.

- Long distance call. - Yes, sir.

Hey, he's, uh, probably at the party, Fred.

Okay, Barn.

Paging Mr. Rocks-On-Rocks.

Call for Mr. Rocks-On-Rocks!

Call for Mr. Rocks-On-Rocks!

Wow, what a party.

Fred, you can quit paging Mr. Rocks-On-Rocks, they found him.

Thanks, Barney. Say, look at all the gorgeous girls.

I don't want to look at all the gorgeous girls, Fred.

I just want to look at my gorgeous Betty.

Look, it's Betty and Wilma.

- There's Barney. - And Fred.

- What are you doing here? - Yeah, what are you doing here?

- Uh, well... - Well, uh...

It's a long story.

Yeah.

Say, I like those costumes you girls are wearing.

Yeah, that's an original idea, dressing as cigarette girls.

Uh... thanks.

But what about you two masquerading as bellboys?

That's even more original.

Wilma, will you dance with me?

Dance? But, uh, I don't think I should.

I know I shouldn't, but I want to. Come on.

- Monkey see, monkey do. - Monkey do.

Oh, Fred, I wish this dance could go on forever.

Wilma, honey, there's something I gotta tell you.

There is? Well, there's something I've got to tell you too.

Okay, honey, you first.

No, Freddie, after you.

Well, remember the day we met in the parking lot?

Well...

Well, I hope you're enjoying yourselves.

- Mr. Stoneyface. - Mr. Stoneyface.

Since when do I pay bellboys to dance with cigarette girls?

- A bellboy? - Cigarette girl?

Oh, hiya, Mr. Stoneyface, nice party you got here.

Mr. Stoneyface.

All right, all of you, out, out. You're fired.

Fired?

Fired. You can dance your way to the unemployment office.

Now out, out, out!

I'll never forget the hurt look on Fred's face when I said goodbye forever.

And good riddance. That phony millionaire.

Mother, I was just as dishonest with Fred as he was with me.

- Besides, I still love him. - And I love Barney.

And now I'll never see him again. Wilma, look.

Mother, stop.

Now look. And I haven't got a spare.

I tell you, that Fred Flintstone is a jinx.

- Barney. - Fred.

- Yeah, Betty? - Yeah, Wilma?

You wouldn't just walk by and leave us stranded here, would you?

Of course not, Wilma. I'll have you on your way in a jiffy.

See, Mother? Fred said he'd get us on our way, and he did.

Isn't he wonderful?

Oh, Barney, let's never deceive each other again.

It's a deal, honey.

And we'll never have secrets, will we, Fred?

Never, Wilma. From now on, it's nothing but the truth.

Come on, Fred. Faster! Faster!

Okay, Mother, but take it easy.

The speed limit's only 30 miles an hour around here.

Yup, that sure was a wonderful summer at Honeyrock Hotel.

And the best part of all was meeting you, sweetheart.

Oh, Barney, you're so sweet.

Fred, what was the nicest part of the summer for you?

Well, now, let me think.

- Well...? - I remember.

When your mother finally got a spare wheel.

Oh, Fred.

For a son-in-law. You get it?

Oh, Fred.

♪ 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!