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[theme song]

[squawking]

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 ol' time ??

Come on, now.

Make sure you got it right.

That's it.

Now, lift it.

Up, up. Steady now.

Careful. Good. Good so far.

Okay, now, put it on the pile with the others.

Easy does it.

Lay it down careful.

And don't toss it.

thud

If I told you once

I told you a thousand times

don't toss the rocks!

[snickering]

(Mr. Slate) 'And in the future'

'our prices will be much lower.'

'Yours, very truly'

'et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.'

'Uh, send it right out.'

(Ms. Birthstone) 'Yes, Mr. Slate.'

[buzzing]

Yes, Ms. Birthstone?

(Ms. Birthstone) 'A Mr. Rockhard to see you.'

Oh, yes, the efficiency expert.

- Send him in. - 'Yes, Mr. Slate.'

Ah, there you are, Mr. Rockhard.

'I want you to make any changes'

necessary around here.

We've got to cut our expenses.

Yes, well, I will check

the employees' records first, Mr. Slate

and get rid of the deadwood.

Good, good.

We don't want any round pegs

in square holes.

Or is it squares in round pegs?

Well, anyway, we don't want any.

Hiya, Fred!

(Fred) 'What do you want, Charlie?'

Uh, boss wants to see you right away.

Oh, boy, I'll get nothin' done today.

If it isn't one thing, it's another.

Okay, take me up to the office.

Now see if you can do that right.

Alright. Now, up, up, up.

Steady now.

Easy does it. Okay.

Move me a little closer to the cliff.

Won't you ever learn?

[snickering]

Flintstone!

Lyin' down on the job, eh?

Oh, no, no. No, Mr. Slate.

I was hurryin' to get to you, sir.

Yes. Well, uh, step inside, Flintstone.

I want you to meet our new efficiency expert Mr. Rockhard.

A-fishy-enshy expert?

Now, Mr. Flintstone, I see by your record

that you did not finish high school.

Yeah, that's right.

Ooh, I don't like him.

I was sick the last couple of weeks in school

and I didn't graduate.

(Mr. Rockhard) 'Hmm. That's too bad, Mr. Flintstone.'

Yeah? How come?

Well, under our new rule

every employee must have

a high school diploma

or he must be terminated.

Terminated? Like a bug?

- 'No, no. That's exterminated.' - Oh.

'To be terminated means you are fired.'

Fired?

For just two weeks away from my diploma?

Rules are rules, Mr. Flintstone.

Uh-uh-uh, just a moment, Mr. Rockhard.

I'd like a word with you.

Yes, sir, Mr. Slate.

Uh, Fred, please

wait outside a minute.

(Fred) 'Yes, sir.'

Oh, boy, my career is over.

One gravel pit in town

and the only work I know is gravel pittin'.

(Mr. Slate) 'Flintstone?'

Yeah, Mr. Slate?

Fred, I talked it over with Rockhard

and explained to him how you're the best bowler

on our company bowling team

and we don't want to lose you.

'So you can have your job back'

'if you go to high school for two weeks.'

High-high-high school?

(Mr. Slate) 'The company will pay your salary for the two weeks.'

You get your diploma

and you can have your job back.

Now, what do you say?

What can I say?

I gotta save my job.

I'll do it, I'll do it.

[instrumental music]

Oh, boy, back to high school at my age.

It's a good thing Mr. Slate called the school to enroll me.

I'd be too embarrassed to do it myself.

Gee, what a tough day I had today.

Oh, Fred'll be here soon to pick me up.

And will I be glad to see him!

Oh, I'm bushed.

How am I gonna tell Wilma?

What wife wants to be married to a high school boy?

Here comes good old Freddy now.

Hiya, Fred. Right on time, fella.

Well, of all the low-down tricks.

He passed me right up.

screech

[barking]

thud

Is that you, Fred?

(Fred) 'Yeah, it's me.'

Sit down, Fred, your dinner's ready.

[Fred mumbling]

(Wilma) 'Oh, I've had such a trying day, Fred.'

I had to spend all afternoon in the beauty parlor.

'And the dryer wasn't working right.'

'And the girl left the solution in my hair too long.'

It was just one of those days

when everything goes wrong.

You can say that again.

The company is sendin' me to school.

School? Why, that's wonderful!

(Fred) 'What's so wonderful about it?'

Well, a company doesn't send

an employee to school for training

unless they have something in mind.

Oh ho ho!

They have something in mind, alright.

(Wilma) 'Whoo-hoo, I knew it!'

'They're gonna make you an executive!'

- Uh.. - Oh, I'm so proud of you, Fred!

Going to executive school.

- Wilma. - Eat your dinner, dear.

While I run over and tell Betty the good news.

Well, that does it.

Now, I don't dare tell her it's high school.

Hmm! Some dinner.

One measly little brontosaurus chop.

And they'll probably make Fred a vice president at least!

You know, we thought Fred must have

something on his mind.

'Because he passed right by Barney'

'and poor Barney had to walk all the way home.'

And those cobblestones got my feet all swelled up.

Oh, I hope you both will forgive Fred.

Of course, Wilma.

(Wilma) 'Thanks. I'll see you later.'

Barney, how is it your boss

never sent you to school?

Well, uh, I guess he figures I'm smart enough.

(Betty) 'Bet if you asked him he would.'

Well, maybe, uh..

...if I asked him.

'Well, ask him.'

Uh, no, Betty, no.

Are you going to ask him?

No. Heh heh heh!

Hey! Oh ho!

Hey, cut it out!

Stop, Betty!

Okay! Okay!

I'll ask him!

'Heh heh heh!'

[laughing]

Okay! Okay!

I'll ask him! I'll ask him!

[laughs]

Gee, what a life.

It's your first day of school, Fred.

Now pay attention to the teacher.

I will. I will.

- Got a handkerchief? - Yeah, yeah, here.

(Wilma) 'Don't lose your lunch money.'

I won't, I'll tie it in my handkerchief.

Goodbye, Wilma.

Goodbye, Fred.

I mean, Mr. Flintstone Gravel Pit Superintendent.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

The things a guy has to do to hold a job these days.

Oh, boy, I bet those kids will give me the works.

Well, there it is.

'Bedrock High School.'

'Used to have a great bunch here in my day.'

'But kids ain't what they used to be.'

Hey, here comes that Mr. Flintstone

the principal told us about.

Yeah, and he asked us to treat him like any other new student.

Well, he's got his own car.

That's the kind of new student we like.

Well, here goes, right past all those kids.

Oh, boy, they'll really razz me.

Hi, Fred.

Welcome to Bedrock High.

Morning, Fred.

Be seein' you, Fred.

Welcome, Freddy Flintstone.

'Nice car you got, Fred.'

Hiya, gang!

Gee, what a nice bunch of kids.

Yes, Mr. Flintstone.

They are a nice group of students.

And they will regard you

as one of them while you are here.

I appreciate that, sir.

'Good, good.'

'Uh, now, report to Ms. Stonewall in room 17.'

Yes, sir. Thank you.

I'll study hard.

Good morning, boys and girls.

(together) Good morning, teacher!

Good morning, Ms. Stonewall.

(Ms. Stonewall) 'Good morning, Freddy.'

'I want you to feel at home.'

Thank you, Ms. Stonewall.

Hmm. Home was never like this.

Now, for our geology question.

What does the substrata of the town of Bedrock consist of?

'Rocky, can you answer that?'

'Sandy?'

'Crystal?'

'See if you can answer that, Freddy.'

Uh...ahem.

The, uh, substrata under the town of Bedrock

consists of, uh, sandstone, granite, slate

and crushed alluvial deposits

compressed into a sheet like mass

of sedimentary rock

with a topsoil layer three feet in depth.

My! That's very good, Freddy!

(Fred) 'Thank you, Ms. Stonewall.'

I, uh...learned that the hard way.

(Ms. Stonewall) 'And now, boys and girls'

'you have a free period.'

(together) Yay!

(Ms. Stonewall) 'You may go too, Freddy.'

Uh...yay!

[instrumental music]

'Come on, Freddy boy!'

'Right in the old bucket!'

Okay, buddy boys, watch this shot!

[cheering]

Nice shot, Freddy!

Hey! Let's go down to the malt shop!

Yeah, in your car.

I'll drive.

(together) Hooray for Flintstone!

Ha ha! Good ol' Freddy boy!

Our new star athlete!

(together) Yay!

(together) 'Go, Freddy, go!'

Go, go, go!

Go, Freddy, go!

Go, go, go!

'Keep goin', Fred!'

'That's the stuff, pal.'

'Abba dabba doo ooh!'

'He did it! He did it!'

'A new record! Thirty-four malts!'

[cheering]

thud

Barney, have you seen Fred?

He isn't home from school yet

and I'm beginning to worry about him.

screech

Ooh, that must be him now, Wilma.

(Wilma) 'I better go and see if he's alright.'

We'll come over too, Wilma.

Oh, boy.

I made it.

Fred, what happened?

I was so worried.

[Fred mumbles]

(Wilma) 'Oh, you poor dear.'

You better sit down, dinner's all ready.

Oh, I'm not hungry, Wilma.

I wanna go to bed.

Hey, did you hear that, Betty?

Fred said he wasn't hungry.

Oh, I wish we had a tape recorder.

Nobody'll believe me.

[snoring]

Poor Fred.

They must have worked him too hard the first day.

I'm gonna make Fred quit that executive school.

Good idea, Wilma.

Executives are prone to breakdowns, Wilma.

School softens 'em up.

Fred, please don't go to school today.

I have to go. They're dependin' on me.

(Wilma) 'But they're working you too hard, Fred.'

I can't stay home.

'Beat it, Dino.'

'There's important things to do today.'

Let's have it, pal.

Got it. And away we go!

Boy, look at him go, boy!

Hey, let's get him to break the school track record.

Yeah. I betcha he can.

(together) 'Flintstone! Flintstone!'

'Rah rah rah!'

Yabba-dabba-doo!

(together) 'Yay, Fred!'

You broke the record, Fred.

Hooray for me.

'He's taking off for the broad jump!'

Look at him go!

He's over the fence!

What a star!

thud

Hey, Fred, you broke another record!

If that's all I broke, I'm lucky.

Oh, my achin' back!

screech

That must be Fred.

Sit down, Fred, dinner's ready.

Oh! No dinner.

Not hungry. Ooh!

'Bed, bed.'

'Bed, bed, bed.'

Fred, what's the matter?

What are they doing to you at that executive school?

Ooh!

You get right to bed, Fred.

And no more school.

(Fred) 'Ooh.'

[snoring]

A promotion isn't worth all this.

It sure is odd

they're working Fred so hard, Wilma.

I just don't understand it.

Hey, I'll, uh, tell you what, Wilma.

If Fred insists on goin' to executive school tomorrow

I'll follow him and see what he's doin'.

Barney, would you do that for me?

Oh, sure, Wilma. Why not?

I'm a real sweet guy.

[laughing]

I tell you, I have to go to school

for the full two weeks.

But, Fred, I don't care

if you don't become an executive.

You'll care if I don't finish

the two weeks, I guarantee it.

Barney, Fred just left.

I couldn't stop him.

(Barney over phone) 'Okay, Wilma.'

I'll put a tail on him.

Uh, that's detective talk.

Well, stop detective talking

and start detective moving.

Right, sarge.

[laughing]

I wish I didn't have to graduate.

I'm gettin' to like school.

I got a funny feelin' I'm being followed.

screech

Boy, I ducked just in time.

No one in sight.

Heh heh! I guess all this education

has sharpened up my sensitivities.

Fred's going into the high school.

I didn't know executives learned with kids.

This is getting to be a real, genuine mystery

like on TV.

(Ms. Stonewall) 'Good morning, boys and girls.'

(together) Good morning, teacher!

I'll look in the window.

Maybe I can see what's tirin' Fred out.

(Ms. Stonewall) 'Now, you'll wear that dunce cap, Fred'

'until you apologize to Crystal'

'for dipping her hair in the ink.'

Eh! I, uh, apologize, Crystal.

I'll-I'll never do it again.

This is executive school?

Oh ho! That shouldn't tire Fred.

(Ms. Stonewall) 'Alright, boys and girls, nutrition.'

'Come on, Freddy! Abba dabba doo ooh!'

'I'll drive, Fred.'

(Fred) 'To the malt shop, James.'

[Fred laughing]

(together) Rah rah! Flintstone!

Freddy, you're our hero!

Well, one thing, Fred's sure popular here.

And that teenage stuff would be tiring

to a guy his age.

(together) 'Go, Freddy, go!'

'Go, go, go!'

Go, Freddy, go!

Go, go, go!

[instrumental music]

'How about trying to break the record'

'for drinking malteds, Fred?'

Okay, pals.

Stop the music.

(together) 'Yay, Fred!'

[squawks] Gee, what a workout.

Teenagers. Phooey.

Forty-seven..

[Fred gulping]

...forty-eight...forty-nine..

Keep goin', Fred!

[gulping]

thud

Yay! A new record, Fred! 49 malts!

(together) 'Abba dabba doo!'

I, uh, could have made 50

if I hadn't eaten those ten bronto burgers.

(Barney 'Oh, that's gonna spoil your dinner tonight, Fred.'

It spoils my dinner every night, Barney.

Barney! What are you doin' here?

That's my question, Fred.

Yeah, well, uh-uh..

It-it's hard to explain.

Try, Fred.

O-okay, let's go outside

and I'll explain it to you.

It's only a couple of days more

and I get my diploma and my job back.

So you see the bind I'm in, Barney?

(Barney) 'Yeah, I do, Fred.'

[laughing]

Wilma married to a high school boy.

[laughs]

(Fred) 'Ha ha ha. It ain't funny, Barney.'

Oh, don't worry, Fred, I won't tell the girls.

Oh, thank you, Barn.

I, uh, better go back in. The gang's waitin'.

'Hey! Fred is back!'

(together) 'Hooray! Hooray!'

[instrumental music]

(together) Go, Freddy, go! Go, go, go!

'Go, Freddy, go!'

'Go, go, go!'

Who'd have thunk it..

Fred, an overaged teenager?

[laughing]

What do you mean you can't tell us

what Fred is doing?

Well, uh, I promised not to snitch.

Oh, knock it off, Barney.

What's Fred doing?

All I can say, Wilma, is that it's real important

that Fred finish school

uh, before it finishes him.

[laughing]

screech

Ooh, here he comes now.

Oh...oh, put me to bed.

I'm not hungry. Bed. Bed!

Fred hasn't eaten dinner in over a week.

Maybe he's snacking during the day.

Huh. Snackin', she says.

49 malts and 10 bronto burgers, snackin'.

[laughing]

Well, coach

how does the big football game

this afternoon shape up?

Terrible. Terrible!

We're gonna get clobbered.

If we only had one man that had weight and power..

Oops! I'm sorry.

Why don't you look where you're going, you big lummox!

Tut-tut. No calling the students names, you know.

This is a student?

Freddy Flintstone, sir.

Come on, son.

Let's talk things over down on the football field.

Okay, boys, go over the plays

so Fred will learn them for this afternoon.

Right, coach! We'll use the T formation.

T formation. Got you.

On 7, 8, 14, right guard takes one step back

with a lateral hold indicating

an off-tackle forward pass.

Right, right. I got it.

I see you got a new spray gun, Wilma.

Looks like a good one.

Yeah, and a heavy one too.

(Barney) 'Hey, girls, uh..'

'how would you like to go to the football game?'

Sam Boulder can't go this afternoon

so he gave me his two tickets.

And with the ticket I have, that makes three.

Oh, goody, we can all go!

That's wonderful!

I'll say it's wonderful.

My ribs were getting sore.

Too bad Fred had to go

to executive school today.

Well, his career is more important

than a football game.

That's right.

(Barney) 'Well, come on, girls. Let's go.'

[cheering]

(male commentator) 'The Stonycreek team has just come onto the field.'

'And here comes the Bedrock team.'

[cheering]

'They don't seem to have the weight and power'

'that the visiting team has.'

But.. What am I saying? Wow!

Look at the size of that kid!

Oh, no.

Oh, he's a lot bigger than the other kids.

And a lot older too.

I thought he'd be in the crowd

not on the team.

(Betty) 'Barney, stop mumbling.'

And here's the kickoff.

It's a long, high

beautiful end-over-end.

'A big fat kid on the Bedrock team'

'is going for it.'

And he's got it.

He's running back with the ball.

A Stonycreek tackler

is after him...and another one.

'The big kid's hard to stop!'

'And he's over for a touchdown! How about that?'

Yay, Fred!

Attaboy! Good ol' Fred!

- Fred? - Fred who?

(together) Flintstone! Flintstone! Rah rah! Flintstone!

Well, that answers your question.

Barney, how come Fred's down there playing football?

Well, uh-uh, it's a long story, Wilma.

(Wilma) 'I've got the time.'

(Betty) 'So have I.'

Well, it's like this.

Fred's boss called him in the other day, and he says

"I got a.."

(Barney) 'So you see, Fred did it to save his job.'

Well, in a case like this, Wilma

there's only one thing to do.

Right. Let's do it.

(together) Flintstone! Flintstone! Rah rah! Flintstone!

Yay, Freddy! Rah rah rah!

Stonycreek's powerful quarterback has the ball.

'He's out in the open.'

'Driving hard for a touchdown.'

'Uh-oh. He's stopped by the big fat kid.'

'Stonycreek is losing ground.'

'The quarterback is being tackled.'

All the way back to the scrimmage line!

There's a fumble!

The ball is recovered by the big fat kid!

'What a powerhouse!'

'He's carrying the whole Stonycreek team'

'over the goal line!'

- Yay! - For a touchdown!

(together) Yay, Fred! Rah rah rah!

(together) Flintstone! Flintstone! Rah rah rah!

Here comes the kick for point.

If Bedrock makes it, they win.

'The ball is lined up by the big fat kid.'

'This is a tense moment.'

Here comes the kick.

It looks good! Straight for the goal post.

'And Flintstone is making sure by holding onto the ball!'

'How about that, boys and girls!'

thud

- Yay! - Fred won the game!

Let's hurry home before Fred.

We'll surprise him!

He'll never suspect we were here today!

Here he comes. Now act natural.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my achin' back!

Ooh! Ooh!

(Wilma) 'Hi, Fred.'

'Tough day at executive school today?'

I'll say. It was one of the toughest ones yet.

I'm bushed!

Here, Fred, 7, 16, 14.

Lateral hold, off-tackle.

Gotcha.

(together) 'Flintstone! Flintstone!'

Rah rah rah!

Yay, Freddy!

You know?

(Wilma) 'Yes, Fred, and you're wonderful!'

Uh, well...ha ha!

In that case, you're all invited to my graduation.

[instrumental music]

Charles Cobblestone.

'Congratulations, Charles.'

(Charles) 'Thank you, sir.'

'Fred Flintstone.'

I'm so proud of Fred.

We are too, Wilma.

As our most, uh, senior graduate

would you say a few words, Fred?

Be glad to, sir.

Fellow students

these two weeks have convinced me

that high school is for the young

because only the young can take it.

And I'm not kidding.

Oh, my achin' back!

[theme song]

? 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 ol' time ?

? We'll have a gay ol' time ??

Wilma!

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