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[instrumental music]

How's everything, Pebbles?

[babbling]

Can you play table tennis, Pebbles?

Maybe, I'll teach you someday.

crash

Well, so much for table tennis. Anyone for firewood?

[Barney laughing]

[theme music]

[siren blaring]

Yabba dabba do!

? 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 ?

? You'll have a gay old time ?

[snoring]

[instrumental music]

[continues snoring]

[gasps]

Come on, Pebbles, honey. One for grandma.

And one for mommy.

'And one for daddy.'

'Come on, sweetheart, one for daddy.'

Oh, I get it. Daddy's too fat already.

Okay, sweetie, you've had enough cereal.

I prefer birdseed myself.

[honks]

Oh, dear. That must be Betty.

[honks]

Gee, what cold hands.

- Hi, Wilma, ready to go? - Be right with you, Betty.

I'll get Fred to take care of Pebbles.

Fred? Oh, Fred?

[snoring]

(Wilma) 'Fred? Fred, wake up.'

[stammers] Oh-oh. Hey, Wilma.

Fred, Betty and I are going to the beauty parlor.

Take care of Pebbles, will you?

(Fred) 'Why, sure. It'll be a pleasure.'

- I won't be long. - Take your time, honey.

Alright, sugar. Suppose daddy reads you a story.

[cooing]

(Fred) '"Goldirocks and the three dinosaurs."'

"Once upon a time, there were three dinosaurs.

'A papa dinosaur, A mama dinosaur'

and an itsy-bitsy baby dinosaur.

And the three dinosaurs lived in a little cottage in the woods.

And each had their own bed.

The big dinosaur had a b-i-i-i-g bed.

And the medium size dinosaur had a medium size bed.

And the itsy-bitsy dinosaur had a itsy-bitsy bed.

[laughs] Isn't that something, Pebbles?

'They all had their own bed.'

[yawning]

[laughing]

Okay. I get the message. No more reading.

We'll play ball.

Got it!

Oww!

[giggling]

Alright, honey. Catch.

'Atta girl. Now, throw it back to daddy.'

toing

Oh, boy.

Yeow!

[giggling]

I get it. Daddy's gotta crack his skull for laughs, eh?

[chuckling]

Alright. Catch the ball again.

Good. Now throw it back.

Oh, no, you don't.

chomp chomp chomp

Dino! Dino, here boy! Here, Dino!

[barking]

swoosh

Get the ball, Dino.

Hmm.

[laughing]

You see, Pebbles, daddy isn't so dumb.

Anybody can whack their head twice

but three times you'd have to be a dope.

clang

thud

[laughing]

Hiya, Fred. Getting your lumps special delivery?

[laughing]

[Fred mocking] Alright, alright.

We've had our laugh for the day. What do you want?

I came to see if you wanted to go bowling.

Oh, well. I can't, Barn. I'm taking care of Pebbles.

Pebbles? This grown-up young lady is Pebbles?

Boy, Fred, she sure is growing fast.

Upsy-daisy.

[giggling]

Hey! Be careful.

[continues giggling]

(Barney) 'Golly, you know before you know it'

They're married and got kids of their own.

Listen, it'll be a long time before Pebbles gets married.

[chuckles] She's not even going steady yet. Right, sweetheart.

[cooing]

Hey, Barn. How about a game of table tennis?

Okay. Uh, Pebbles can watch us.

Yeah, and Dino can watch Pebbles.

[Dino barking]

Go ahead, Barney. As my guest, you serve first.

Oh, you go ahead, Fred. Uh, got the ball?

Oh, yeah. The ball, the ball, it's around here some place.

So, how about a date, gorgeous?

Gee, Harold. I don't know.

Never mind the ball, Barney.

Hey.

(Fred) 'We'll use this.'

- All set, Barn? - 'Fire away.'

thwack thwack

thwack thwack

Gosh! I had no idea, Harold was so athletic.

thwack thwack

(Barney) 'You missed, Fred, my point.'

Oh, Harold dear, you were wonderful!

It's nothing.

[panting]

I'm not even warmed up yet.

[panting]

- 'My serve.' - Yup. I lead, one to nothing.

I will soon fix it.

thwack

boing

Two to nothing. He-he-he.

[mocking] Alright. Alright.

What are you a walking scoreboard or something?

thwack

boing

- Net ball. - So what?

It went over, didn't it? So, it's my point.

(Arnold) 'No, it isn't, Mr. Flintstone.'

The rules say, that if the service ball

touches the net in passing over it, no point is scored.

Arnold, what are you doing here

and why don't you mind your own business?

I am minding my business, Mr. Flintstone.

I'm here to deliver your paper.

[cooing]

Hi, Pebbles, how are you?

Alright, Arnold, if you're here to deliver the paper.

- Let's have it. - Yes, sir.

thud

- Why, you.. - Hold it, Fred.

- You said let's have it. - I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone.

[mocking] I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone. I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone.

Hey, look Fred, are we playing table tennis or are we not?

We are. No alibi's this time, just try and return the serve.

boing

This guy is hopeless.

Look at that net! It's too high.

You're wrong there, Mr. Flintstone.

The rules say, the top of the net should be six inches

above the playing surface. This one's barely four inches.

Okay, Arnold, seeing you're such

an authority on the game.

- How about you playin' me? - Gosh! I don't know.

To make it worth your while, we'll play for the paper money

I owe you. Double or nothing.

Well, alright, Mr. Flintstone, But I feel I should tell you.

I possess a rather high degree of proficiency.

Don't start alibiing, Arnold. I've gotta bum back myself.

Come on, let's play. Now you serve first.

You got the ball? What happened to the ball?

And I'm even better at golf.

Once a guy hit me 300 yards.

Oh, Harold.

(Fred) 'Doggone it. Where's that ball?'

Never mind, Mr. Flintstone. I happen to have one.

(Fred) 'Okay, go ahead and serve. Barney, you keep score.'

Will do, Fred.

[cooing]

- Ready, Mr. Flintstone? - Yup.

thwack

(Barney) 'One to nothin'.'

Wait a minute, Barney, I wasn't ready.

But Arnold asked if you was ready and you said, "Yeah."

Oh, yeah, I said, "Yeah", but I didn't mean yeah I was ready

I meant, yeah, I'm getting ready to be ready.

Alright, I'll serve again. Are you ready?

- Ready. - Here goes.

thwack

Ouch.

(Barney) 'What are you doing, Fred? Playing by ear?'

[laughing]

Eh, look, Fred, Arnold served

such a fast ball you ought to stand back farther.

(Fred) Oh, yeah. Thanks, Barney. That's a good idea.

Okay, Arnold, do your worse.

I know how to handle your serve now.

[upbeat music]

boing

thud

Mr. Flintstone, are you alright?

Yeah. I'm alright.

Let's keep playing. You haven't won yet.

Ouch.

[giggling]

thwack thwack

[instrumental music]

thwack thwack

crash

Too bad, Fred. That's point and game for Arnold.

Have you had enough, Mr. Flintstone?

No, I haven't. Now come on.

One more game, double or nothing.

But you've already lost seven dollars and 28 cents

plus 80 cents in side bets.

- That's eight dollars. - I know. I can add too.

Let's see, eight and eight is eighteen.

Okay, Arnold, 18 bucks or nothin'.

- Come on. - Hm.

- Uh, Fred-- - Stay out of this, Barney.

I know what I'm doing. Go ahead, Arnold. Serve.

Yes, sir.

thwack

Nice return, Mr. Flintstone.

toing

I got it, I got it.

[instrumental music]

Awck. I'm getting the heck out of here. Awck.

My point, Mr. Flintstone. You didn't return the ball.

thwack thwack

How's everything, Pebbles?

[cooing]

Can you play table tennis, Pebbles?

Maybe, I'll teach you someday.

crash

Well, so much for table tennis. Anyone for firewood?

[Barney laughing]

(Arnold) 'I guess that does it, Mr. Flintstone.'

Would you care to settle our little bet in cash

or shall I take a mortgage on your house?

You'll get your money, Arnold. Have I ever welched on a bet?

And while Arnold is thinking up an answer to that one

I'll be on my way. So long, Fred.

So long, Barney. And you could beat it too, Arnold.

- 'Pick up your papers and go.' - Yes, sir.

How about that? The White Stones are tied for the pennant.

Well. I'll read about it later.

Gotta keep an eye on Pebbles.

(Arnold) 'I'll watch her, Mr. Flintstone.'

You? I don't know, Arnold. I don't think she likes you.

Oh, yes she does. Don't you, Pebbles?

[cooing]

She sure is cute, Mr. Flintstone.

Maybe, someday we'll get married. Huh, Pebbles?

Arnold! Don't say that.

Not even in fun. Don't say it.

Well, okay, Arnold. You can babysit.

'I'll go read my paper.'

Look, Pebbles. This is the church

'and this is the steeple.'

'Open the door and here are the people.'

[giggling]

- 'Hey, Arnold.' - Yes, Mr. Flintstone?

This newspaper is chipped. See.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone.

That's probably where it hit your head.

[groans] That Arnold.

Maybe, someday he'll marry Pebbles he says.

Over my dead body he will.

[yawning]

No, sir. It'll be a mighty cold day

before I let Pebbles marry him.

[yawning]

Mighty cold day. Yes, sir.

[snoring]

[wind howling]

(Fred) 'But, Mr. Slate, I can't afford to retire.'

(Mr. Slate) 'I'm sorry, Flintstone.'

We're both over the hill.

My son has taken over my job

and he's found a younger man to replace you.

Uh, a Mr. Arnold, I believe.

A-A-Arnold?

Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.

I'll take over now and don't worry about your newspaper.

I'm keeping my route as a sideline.

If you want my job you'll only get it

over my dead body.

Aw, don't take it so hard, sir.

That's the rock business.

[laughing]

thud

Why did it have to be him?

Thank heavens I still have my old pals in the pool hall.

Hiya, Rockhead. Shaleface. How's about a game?

Sorry, Flintstone. The new guy's got the table.

We can't beat him. He's too good.

(Fred) 'Well, relax fellows. Old Freddy is here.'

I'll show him a few trick shots.

- You again. - Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.

Shall I rack 'em up?

Go ahead, wise guy. Rack 'em up.

Just to be fair, I'll even let you break first.

Gee, thanks, sir. You're a real sport.

Here goes.

thwack

whirr

That did it, I've had it.

I guess I am through.

Washed up.

That Arnold's finished me.

Maybe I can find some peace at the bowling alley.

Hiya, fellas. I'm here.

Boy, am I ever in the mood for a game?

Uh-oh.

Oh. Hi again, Mr. Flintstone.

Guess what? I'm on your team now.

In fact, I am the captain.

Watch this.

Hey, that's my bowling ball.

Give it to me.

[screaming]

crash

You know, that kid is beginning to bug me.

'Water Buffalo Hall.'

My last refuge from that Arnold.

I wonder what's goin' on today.

Hiya, brother Water Buffaloes. What's goin' on?

[bugle music]

Announcing His Highness

the newly elected

Imperial Grand Poobah.

[applause]

Oh, no.

No, no. Not him.

Not Arnold!

[gibberish]

Well, at least I still have my old pal, Barney.

We've been friends through thick and thin.

He's always there when I need him.

Hiya, Barney, old pal, old buddy.

How's about comin' over for a while?

Sorry, Fred. Me and Arnold are going to the fights.

- So long, Fred. - Bye, Mr. Flintstone.

Barney, you and I are through!

Some pal he turned out to be.

Lucky for me I still have my little family.

No one can break us up.

No, sirree.

Not even Arnold.

[wind howling]

brrr

It's a mighty cold day.

Colder than any I've known for the last 60 years.

Oh, I'm glad you're home, Fred.

It's a mighty cold day.

Yes, it sure is mighty cold.

Where-where's our dear daughter, Pebbles?

In her room. Listening to her Leonard Bernstone records.

[upbeat music]

[squawks] Wow! I wish Leonard Bernstone

would explain this music to me.

[music continues]

Oh, doesn't she dance divinely, Fred?

Is that what she's doing?

Pebbles dear, daddy's here.

Oh. Hi, daddy.

[music stops]

[squawks] Oh, boy.

Soon as my needle guarantee is up

I'm quittin' this job.

Uh, Pebbles is getting to be a big girl, Fred.

Soon I'll have to tell her all about the birds and the bees.

What about them?

I hope you'll tell me before noon, mother.

Why? What's at noon?

I'm getting married.

M-m-married? To-to who?

Who? Who? Who? Who to?

I'll give you a hint.

He's handsome, strong, intelligent

charming and ambitious.

'In fact, he's the most wonderful man in the world.'

[chuckling]

Uh, Pebbles, you just described your old daddy.

Don't be silly, daddy. I'm talking about--

(Arnold) 'Paperboy.'

[upbeat music]

- Here's your paper. - Look out!

[laughing]

That's one time he didn't get me.

No. Ooh, that Arnold. That, that's--

Yes! That's the man I'm going to marry.

The world's richest newsboy.

That? That's the man you're going to marry?

Uh-huh.

Oh, my baby.

Fred, isn't it wonderful?

We're losing our baby.

Oh, no, we're not! She isn't marrying Arnold.

- I forbid it. - But, Fred--

You know how I feel about that Arnold.

He's been making my life miserable

ever since he was a kid.

No, sir. She's not marrying Arnold and that's final.

F-I-N-L. Final!

(Arnold) 'Pebbles, beloved. Where art thou?'

Here I art, Arnold dearest.

- Ready, Pebbles? - Ready.

[chiming]

No. No. Pebbles, come back!

Wilma, your child is eloping.

- I'm going after them. - That's the girl.

Maybe they'll give me a lift to the beauty parlor.

[muttering]

I'm not going to let them do it.

I'm going to stop the wedding.

(Fred) 'Stop! Stop, I say!'

Why can't I sit up front with you, Arnold dearest?

The papers are there, sweetheart.

Pebbles, please you can't marry him. I won't let you.

Goodbye, daddy dear. We'll be late for the wedding.

Wa-wait! Where is the wedding?

- Where are you going? - Read all about it!

Ah-ha, that time he missed me.

Here, daddy. Here's my bouquet.

swish

Ow!

Pebbles, baby, come back.

Come back.

[both laughing]

Dino. Here, Dino.

(Fred) 'Go get 'em, Dino.'

[barking]

After him, boy!

[barking]

Bring 'em back. Go, boy.

[barking]

[snoring]

Ooh. Oh, the paper'll tell me where they went. Here it is.

[Fred reads from newspaper]

[laughing]

I hear them. I hear them.

Taxi. Taxi.

Follow that laugh. And hurry!

[laughing continues]

There it is. That's it. The little church.

I've got to stop them.

I now pronounce you man and--

Hold it! You can't marry them! The groom's no good.

'He sells chipped newspapers.'

'Oh-ho. You're not Arnold.'

'And you're not Pebbles.'

[laughing continues]

Ah-ha, I hear them. They're in here.

I now pronounce you man and--

(Fred) 'Stop the music! Hold the presses!'

screech

I demand this wedding be stopped.

Uh, Betty. Barney!

Well, what are you doin' here?

You tell us. It's your dream.

We're getting married. That's what we're doing.

(Fred) 'But you're already married.'

'You got married 25 years ago.'

Well, you can't expect us to remember everything

that happened 25 years ago.

Ooh. I've got to find 'em.

Pebbles. Pebbles!

- Good luck, my children. - Stop. Stop!

- I'm her father. - Goodbye, daddy.

- Goodbye. - Come back, Pebbles.

Come back. Pebbles.

Come back-k-k-k!

crash

Come back. Come back.

- Come back. - Fred.

Fred. Fred! Wake up!

Come back. Come back.

What? W-W-Wilma.

Hey, that beauty parlor sure knows its business.

'You look 20 years younger.'

Well, thank you.

Fred, are you alright?

Yeah, yeah. I got a..

Oh. Oh! Where's Pebbles?

She's right here with me, Mr. Flintstone.

Arnold. Out. Out!

Beat it. Give me my daughter and get out of here.

'Anyone who'd fly around with my daughter on an elephant'

'is not welcome here.'

What's wrong with him?

- He must have had a bad dream. - You can say that again.

mwah

Pebbles. Sweetheart.

Am I glad you're still a baby.

Promise me you'll never grow up.

Fred! What a silly thing to say.

(Fred) 'Oh, yeah? Just wait 20 years and see if you still think so.'

mwah

[cooing]

[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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