Original subtitles

Stop, you got my baby!

[siren wailing]

Alright, buster, pull over.

screech

Officer, you gotta help me, it's my baby.

Oh, it's you again.

Don't tell me, let me guess.

You gotta get the baby to the hospital, right?

Wrong. I gotta get her from the laundry.

Hey, you, come back here.

Help, police!

[theme music]

[blaring]

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 ??

[Pebbles cooing]

[laughs]

Oh, you, precious darling.

[chuckles] Isn't she pretty, Betty?

Mm, beautiful, Wilma.

She sure takes after her mommy.

She takes after her daddy a little too.

Listen..

[snoring]

[mumbling]

[both laugh]

Fred's waiting outside, Wilma.

You ready to go home?

Can't wait. Let's go.

And speaking of big daddy, Betty

was Fred home when the nurse got there?

No, he was out buying cigars.

So, I let her in.

What'd you think of her?

Well, she seems fine and looked very capable.

But, you should have seen Barney's reaction.

All she said was four words to him

and he clicked his heels, threw her military salute

and marched out in a huff.

Oh, dear, what were the four words?

(Betty) 'Wash your hands, immediately.'

Uh-oh. Those sound like fighting words for Fred.

(Betty) 'Not anymore, Wilma.'

Since Fred became a father, he's a new man.

Relaxed, calm, perfectly under control.

(Betty) 'It's amazing. You'd hardly know him, Wilma.'

(Wilma) 'I'd know him.'

Wilma!

What took you so long? I've been worried sick.

Are you okay, sweetheart? Is everything alright?

How is little Pebbles? What did the doctor say?

Fred! Take it easy.

Well, bye, Wilma. I've got some shopping to do.

- Yeah, thanks, Betty. - Bye, Fred.

(Fred) 'Bet Byeby.. B-b-b-bye, bye, Betty.'

So, I've been reading this child care book

and you know what Dr. Rock says, Wilma?

honk honk

Um, excuse me, Fred

but I think that car behind us wants us to go a little faster.

That is his problem.

Dr. Rock says, "Speed causes tension

and tension causes a nervous child."

[car honking]

I am going to remain calm and if that guy thinks

he can make my child nervous, he's cuckoo.

[horn blaring]

Quiet, back there, you'll wake my baby.

Fred, please don't get mad.

Tension causes..

Anyway, Wilma, Dr. Rock says

that parents of today worry too much.

They are over-protective.

Well, we are not going to be like that.

Don't you think we should drive a little faster?

'Now, calm down, calm down, sweetheart'

'this is your first baby.'

'Naturally, you're nervous.'

'Just-just relax.'

Oh, brother.

[sobbing]

(Fred) 'What'd you say, Wilma?'

Nothing, Fred. I'm just sitting here, relaxed.

[crying]

I didn't hear you, dear.

'I didn't say anything. It was..'

[Pebbles crying]

Wilma, that wasn't you!

That was the baby!

I know, Fred.

[crying]

Fred, what are you doing?

I'm going back to the hospital, Wilma

something's wrong with the baby.

Hold on, Pebbles, daddy will get help.

Let's hope so, daddy's the one who needs it.

[siren wailing]

- Fred, there's an-- - Yeah, yeah, I know.

Alright, speedy, say that was a pretty neat 70

you were doing there.

How would you like to try for 90 in jail?

Please, officer, you don't understand.

It's my baby. I am rushin' her to the hospital.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Say, you know, I got six of my own.

Hmm. Say, cute, little monkey.

Oh, thank you, officer.

She just looks hungry to me.

(Fred) 'Will you two stop gabbin' and let's get to the hospital?'

slurp slurp

'Can't you hear her cryin'?'

'Don't you understand she's..'

She's..

She's...not cryin'.

What's wrong? Why did she stop?

Because she's having her dinner, Fred.

She was hungry.

All that noise because she was hungry?

(Wilma) 'Ever hear yourself when your dinner's'

'ten minutes late, Fred?'

Well, your first baby, huh?

[laughs]

His too.

[crying]

slurp slurp

[laughs] Come on, follow me, folks.

I'll get you home safe.

Thank you, officer.

Gee, it's takes a while getting used

to the first one, doesn't it?

Don't give it a thought, ma'am.

You'll find out that kids raise themselves.

'But if I were you, I'd keep a close eye on his father.'

Easy now, sweetheart. Take one step at a time.

Honestly, Fred, I'm not gonna break.

(both) Welcome home, proud parents.

Why, Betty and Barney! What a nice surprise.

[chuckles] We know you have to rest, Wilma.

So we won't stay long.

(Barney) 'Oh, we just wanted to bring Pebbles'

'a little welcome home present.'

Uh, just a few posies to Pebbles, from her uncle, Barney.

Oh, Barn, you didn't have to do that.

Thank you, pal.

Gee, they're really swell.

'Here-here h-have a cigar.'

Barney played poker with the florist last night.

- And he won that thing? - Well, he had a choice.

It was either that one, rest in peace

or bon voyage Sam and Stella.

[both laughs]

Yes, sir, Fred, you sure must be a happy man.

I sure am, Barney. A happy man and a lucky man.

Beautiful wife, a beautiful little daughter

and beautiful friends.

Life can be beautiful. Right, Fred?

Right, peace and contentment.

That's what I got, perfect peace and contentment.

Okay, Smokey the Bear, let's have those cigars.

- Huh? - 'Rule number one.'

'No smoking in the same house with the baby.'

Do I make myself clear?

(both) Yes, sir.

Rule number two. No flowers.

Anything that might come in contact

with this baby must be sterilized.

Hey, now, wait a minute.

I stayed up all night winning those flowers.

This thing is crawling with germs, it's dirty.

- Yuck! - 'I resent that.'

Wilma, where did she come from?

She's the nurse, Fred.

Mother sent her to take care of the baby and us.

You mother sent her?

But, Wilma, she threw out Pebbles' flowers

that Barney brought her.

She can't just start taking over and insulting our friends.

I'm here to do a job.

And that means, we stick to the rules.

Oh, is that so?

Well, if those flowers have to go, I go.

Which brings us to rule number three.

No visitors.

Wilma, did you hear that?

(Betty) 'Oh, that-that's alright, Fred.'

It-it's time for us to go anyway.

(Fred) 'Wilma, say something!'

Bon voyage, Sam and Stella.

Good morning, sweetheart.

Good morning, Fred. Come in, dear.

And good morning to you my beautiful, precious, little--

Mr. Flintstone, what have you got on that baby?

What what? I don't know.

(Miss Frightingshale) 'Your germy hands, that's what.'

'You, Mr. Flintstone, are not antiseptic.'

Oh, boy.

Put her down, till I say different.

And that's rule number four.

Yes, nurse.

Look, Wilma, I don't wanna get you upset

but that woman is a nut!

Fred, it's just for a week. We have to have someone.

'So, we've got me, don't we?'

I'll get a week off from work.

- 'But, Fred.' - I know what you're gonna say.

I don't know anything about all of this, right?

Right.

Has that ever stopped me

from being an expert before?

No, Fred, and that's what I am afraid of.

Now then, Mr. Flintstone.

We'll just fix it, so you gonna have a nice visit

with your daughter.

(Fred) 'Now, listen, Miss, whatever your name is.'

'I'll visit my daughter, anytime I..'

[muffled] Hey, what's the big idea?

Now, you're ready for your visit, Mr. Flintstone.

Wilma!

(Wilma) 'Go ahead, Fred.'

Oh, alright.

[cooing]

Hello, sweetheart.

Your daddy has come to play with you.

[crying]

That's enough, Mr. Flintstone.

You went and frightened her. Out!

thud

[cooing]

Oh, that big, bad man frightened Pebbles?

[cooing]

That does it. I'm gettin' outta here.

Uh-oh. How do you get this thing off?

I better go over and get Barney to help me.

Hiya, Dino. Boy, come on, let's take a walk over to Barney's.

Dino, don't you know me either?

Oh, I better get this thing off fast.

(Betty) 'Goodbye, Barney.'

I'll be home before lunch.

- Ah! - It's me, Betty, Fred.

Oh, honestly, Fred.

Aren't you a little late for Halloween jokes?

Ha ha!

Barney, you've got a little friend out here

playing trick-or-treat.

Why, it's Dr. Ben Macy.

Hey, I've seen you on TV.

Hey, listen, doc, uh

I got this shooting pain in my shoulders, see.

[laughs]

[laughing]

Look, I'll give you a shootin' pain in your head

if you don't cut the comedy.

Now, get me out of this thing.

Oh, sure, Fred.

- Hey, what's up? - What's up?

Any more interference from that domineering loudmouth

female brontosaurus, and she'll be what's up!

Wham! Right into space.

- Oh, Wilma's mother's back. - Of course not.

I'm talking about that antiseptic refugee

from the psycho ward.

The nurse, Miss Frightingshale.

Oh, that nurse's still there?

You-you haven't fired her yet?

Not yet, no, I-I got some homework to do, first.

Huh?

Did I leave that Dr. Rock

baby book over here, Barney?

Oh, yeah, Fred. Here it is.

Alright. Chapter one.

'"Feeding the infant."'

'Okay, buddy boy, let's get to work.'

I don't get it, Fred.

'You will, come here.'

But-but, but, Fred.

Suppose someone walks in.

Shut up and drink, Barney.

I gotta see if I am doing this right.

slurp slurp

Let's see, "Head elevated, back supported

bottle tipped so milk flows freely."

Is the milk flowing freely, Barney?

Gulp. I'll say.

"Relax attitude important."

Okay. "Good time for affectionate play."

Mm. Coochie, coochie, coochie coo.

[laughs] Oh, come on, Fred.

Cut it out. Quit it.

Let's see, now.

We covered Feeding, Formula and Bottle Sterilizing

which brings us to chapter four.

If it's what I think it is, Fred

you better get yourself another boy.

Barney, you can't run out on me now.

Friendship is one thing, Fred

but when it comes to changing diapers, I draw the line.

Okay, okay. Just read me the instructions.

Here, Dino. Here, Dino. Come on, boy.

[whistles]

arf arf arf

Alright, Dino boy, be a good dog

and act like a baby, will you, please?

thud

[crying]

Good boy, Dino.

Alright, Barney, what does the book say now?

It says, uh, "Fold one third of one end over.."

Huh? One third of which end over what?

Oh, I am sorry, Fred, I did not write this book.

'Alright, never mind, go on, I-I got it.'

I can't Fred, the next page is missin'.

'Looks like you're on your own.'

[Barney laughs]

arf arf arf

Go, ahead, Fred. You'll never have a better opportunity.

Yeah.

swoosh

'Hold it, Dino. Hold still.'

crash

Congratulations, Fred, old buddy, you did it!

That's just the way it looks in the book.

[laughs]

[humming]

(Wilma) 'Fred.'

Oh, good morning, sweetheart.

Did little mother sleep well last night?

Fred, Miss Frightingshale just told me--

Excuse me a moment, sweetheart.

Fred.

According to Dr. Rock

a overlong delay in a baby's feeding schedule

may cause great feelings of anxiety.

[Pebbles crying]

Dada's coming, Pebbles.

Dada Flintstone, just a minute.

Now, you listen to me.

No, baby, mummy's not mad at dada.

Care to place a small wager?

Mommy just talks funny like that sometimes.

But we always count to 20 before we loose our temper

don't we, mommy?

One, two, four, eight, sixteen--

(Miss Frightingshale) 'Rule number five.'

I never stay where I am not wanted. Goodbye.

Miss Frightingshale, I wish you'd reconsider this.

Too late. Been fired. Goodbye.

Good luck, you'll need it.

Wave bye-bye to the nice old battleaxe..

Uh, nice lady, Pebbles.

Alright, Fred, let's get one thing straight.

You fired the nurse.

Therefore you have assumed the complete responsibility

around here, right?

Of course, Wilma. Shee! So what's the big deal?

The big deal is you do everything.

I'm going back to bed.

Go right ahead, sweetheart. Everything is under control.

'Don't forget to make the new formula.'

Don't worry, Wilma, I got a daily schedule all figured out.

Listen..

"7:00 a.m., wake up. 7:30, Wilma's breakfast.

"8 o'clock, feed Pebbles, 8:30 wash the dishes.

9 o'clock, make new formula. Etc. Etc. Etc."

That my dear is called organization.

'Amazing.'

Eh, check the time, Wilma

'you will discover it is now 9 o'clock.'

'And as per schedule, I am about to make the new formula.'

Better re-check your schedule, Fred.

You'll discover that it is now 9 o'clock

and as per schedule you're a half hour late doing the dishes.

Have a nice day, dear.

Now, how did I get off my schedule?

I better get busy with those dishes.

Hello, Betty, Wilma.

I am fine but stand by for an emergency, will you?

Oh, sure, Wilma. What's wrong?

Fred fired the nurse?

[babbling]

He's taking her place?

Oh, no!

[humming]

- Yeah. - 'How's he doing?'

crash

[Pebbles crying]

Hold on, Pebbles, dada's coming.

Emergency squad just went into action, Betty.

I'll keep you posted from time to time.

? Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop ?

? When the wind blows the cradle will rock ?

? When the bough breaks the cradle will fall ?

? And down will come baby.. ??

[snoring]

[crying]

- Fred! - W-what?

Oh, oh-oh, yeah, uh..

? Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop ?

? When the wind blows the cradle will rock ?

? When the bough breaks the cradle will fall ?

? And down will come baby and cradle and all ??

[Fred snoring]

[Pebbles crying]

[Fred groans]

Call Miss Frightingshale, Pebbles is crying.

She's gone, Fred.

Oh, she's not gone, I can hear her cryin'.

Call the nurse, Wilma, I wanna sleep.

'You fired the nurse, Fred.'

Okay, alright.

'Eh, you go back to sleep, Wilma.'

'I'll take care of Pebbles.'

Okay, you're the doctor.

I mean nurse.

Wilma, does this crying' go on every night?

Of course, didn't you put a 2 o'clock

feedin' on your schedule?

'Well, no, I-I..'

'2 o'clock? Every night?'

Every night, Fred.

[Pebbles continues crying]

'For weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks.'

Oh, boy.

Good morning, Fred. Hope you slept well.

Morning, Wilma. Here's your breakfast.

Oh, goodness. What luxury.

You're spoiling me.

Yeah, well, you just stay in here, now.

Don't go into the kitchen.

I got a lot of things to do.

Oh, something wrong, Fred?

Are you off your schedule already?

I gotta make another one.

Surely you couldn't have made a mistake.

'What's the matter?'

While I made out the daily schedule

I forgot about the night.

So, I included time for sleeping, that's what.

Yes, Betty, today maybe the day.

Poor Fred is definitely cracking up.

[chuckles] What happened?

(Wilma on phone) 'In the first place, he was up half the night'

'walkin' the baby.'

And this morning's breakfast menu features

fruit juice, fried eggs, bird toast and a stack of diapers.

[laughing]

I better get this formula started.

What's next?

Oh, put the laundry out for pick up at 10 o'clock.

swoosh

The laundry truck will be here pretty soon.

Let's see now.

Oh, forgot to wash the dishes.

'They sure pile up fast.'

[Pebbles crying]

Pebbles, I am coming, I am coming.

Just a second, Betty.

The emergency squad again. Hold the phone, Betty.

Forgot Pebbles' bottle.

Yeah, Betty, I'll keep the line open.

[Pebbles continues crying]

Be right there, sweetheart.

Here's dada.

It will be a miracle if he keeps up that schedule.

(Wilma) 'It already is a miracle that he's still on his feet.'

[Wilma laughs]

Now where was I?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna hang out the washing.

Oh, I forgot the dishes again.

I'll do these later.

I better hang out the washing now.

swoosh

I'll put you down here for a minute, Pebbles, don't go away.

I'll be right back.

swoosh

slurp slurp

Diapering, feeding, sterilizing..

Oh, boy, am I beat.

I could sleep for a week.

I don't know, Betty, I better take a look.

It got so quiet. I'll call you back.

Look at this place. What a mess!

I better find Fred.

Fred, where are you?

[cooing]

Pebbles, what're you doing here?

Oh, that man of mine.

Oh, well. Come on, precious.

Let's go take a nap with mommy.

[cooing]

[humming]

[snoring]

Anything else, Mr. Flintstone?

Uh.. Wh-wh-what? What?

Got anymore laundry?

Oh, no, no, no more laundry.

I thought with the new baby here, you might have more.

- So long. - Uh, yeah, so-so, so long.

[humming]

Laundry! Pebbles!

My baby!

Hey, wait! Stop! My baby's in that laundry.

I better get the car.

Stop, you got my baby!

[siren wailing]

Alright, buster, pull over.

screech

Officer, you gotta help me, it's my baby!

Oh, it's you again.

D-don't tell me, let me guess.

You gotta get the baby to the hospital, right?

Wrong. I gotta get her from the laundry.

Hey, you, come back here.

Help, police!

Here's another load, Mr. Rockenheimer.

Good, good, you're just in time.

Dump the load in machine number three.

Yes, Mr. Rockenheimer.

Now, Mr. Rockenheimer?

Yes, now.

crash

Hey, what's that?

My baby, she's in the basket!

A baby in what basket?

I dumped it all in.

She's being washed now.

Hold on baby, dada's coming.

splash

Pebbles, w-where a-are y-you?

I'm terribly sorry about this, officer.

Fred didn't mean to steal your motorcycle.

What did you say he was chasing?

- 'A laundry truck.' - A laundry truck!

I hate to say this, but he is a sick man.

Laundry truck.

Hmm. Oh, of course.

He left Pebbles on top of the laundry basket

and thought the driver took her.

Oh, poor Fred.

Mm. It must be tough being a new father.

[both laughs]

Lots of men are new fathers, but they don't go around

stealing my motorcycle.

(Wilma) 'I know where Mr. Flintstone is, officer.'

'I'll call him right away.'

I've had six kids of my own

and I never stole anyone's motorcycle.

Besides it doesn't look good on my report..

...losing my motorcycle.

I'm telling you, you kook

you won't find no baby in this laundry.

She's just gotta be here somewhere.

splash

Gee, what a head full of bugs.

[telephone ringing]

'Hello? Yeah.'

Oh, yeah, Mrs. Flintstone.

You got the baby?

Oh, that's good.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Hey, nut, your name Flintstone?

Yes.

'Your wife called, and she told me to tell you'

'the baby is home.'

You've certainly been nice about this whole misunderstanding.

In fact, you've been so sweet that

if we ever have another baby we're going to call him

"Officer," after you.

Now thanks, lady, but if he ever has another baby

I am getting transferred.

Good day, madam.

Okay, Wilma, let's have it.

Say I'm a bumbler. Tell me what you think of me.

Alright, Fred, I think Pebbles is entitled to hear

the truth about her father.

Oh, hold it, don't get carried away.

After all, Pebbles, is a little young

for that kind of language.

Fred, I think you're the..

...dearest, most considerate, wonderful, sweet, bumbler

'in the whole world.'

Oh, Wilma, you're the most, I..

I-I-I-I..

A-a-achoo!

- Germs spreader. - 'She's back!'

You're right. And you have a cold.

Rule number six.

The baby will be quarantined from all contagious adults.

You're right, no argument. Anything for peace and quiet.

You and Pebbles go in your room

and I'll just lie down out here and..

Hey, wait a minute!

We'll just fix you up a nice corner in the garage.

Where you and your germs can be alone.

Put me down!

I don't have any germs and I don't want to be alone.

Wilma!

[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 old time ?

? We'll have a gay old time ??

Wilma!

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