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[theme song]

[horn 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 ?

[instrumental music]

Whatever happened to the good old days

when Saturday meant the big night-out with our boyfriends.

We goofed it. That's what happened.

- What do you mean? - We married our boyfriends.

How true!

Now, they go out bowling Saturday nights.

And leave us home to catch up with the house work.

They should talk, I'm not even

getting over time for this messy job.

But who can catch up?

Between the laundry, the dishes and Peebles

nothing's ever dry at the same time.

[laughs] You know something, Wilma?

- You should have a maid. - 'Sure.'

And I should have a mink coat too.

But you know what? I'd settle for a husband

who'd just wipe his feet before coming into the house.

Evening, girls.

(Fred) 'Hello, Pebbles darling.'

- See what I mean? - I sure do.

(Wilma) I used to hate mopping up after the children.

But it's fun since I switched to instant-moppo. Argh!

Now, Wilma. You sound just like that TV commercial.

Which reminds me, Peter Rockbind's on now.

Oh, I'm glad you remembered, Betty.

Let's watch.

(man on TV) 'Open mouth with your narrator and your host.'

'Peter Rockbind.'

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

It is an incontrovertible reality

that, we, the citizen of the fast moving stone age

'must now forfeit much of the time'

'once utilized for the acquisition of education.'

Oh. I just love him. He's so down to earth.

(Peter) 'Now, our problem is this.'

'How may we educate, influence if you will'

'for the man who has no time or desire to listen.'

We're out of luck, Fred.

The girls have that coacher stuff on.

Let's go watch the sport-cast on your TV, Barn.

I'm in a mood for a good fight.

Keep muddying up my clean floor and you won't have to ask twice.

(Peter) 'Our guest for tonight'

is the famous psychologist, Dr. Teratso Ferma.

[blows]

Dr. Ferma? Uh-h, are you there?

Ah, there you are.

Goodness. He's distinguish-looking, isn't he?

I bet his wife never had dishpan hand up to her shoulders.

Dr. Ferma, is it not true that the powers of suggestion

both direct and subliminal, are tremendous?

Well, yes, Peter--

(Peter) 'Is it also not true that you have done much research'

'in the field of sleep teaching?'

Oh, yes. Indeed. I--

We're so eager to hear your remarks

on this fascinating subject.

Think of it, ladies and gentlemen

a person can actually be taught while asleep.

No kidding.

Boy, would I like to teach Fred not to snore.

The sleeper is defenseless, he can be thoroughly influenced

by repeated suggestions. Tell us about it, Dr. Ferma.

- You see, the subconscious-- - That's right. That's right.

The subconscious hears and record everything.

'Repeat a suggestion over and over again'

'to a sleeping individual, and upon waking'

'he will act on the suggestion.'

Wilma, does that mean what I think it means?

Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Betty?

Wives can be taught to save money.

Children can be taught their school lessons.

And husbands, ha-ha-ha

can be taught to wipe their feet.

Uh-oh, Wilma. Here comes your abominable snowman.

What brings you home so soon, dear?

Barney's set is on the bleak.

[yawns] I'm going to bed.

(Peter) 'Thank you very much for telling us'

about sleep teaching, Dr. Ferma.

You've been a fascinating guest.

[snores]

Next week, our guest will be..

I wonder if it would work.

We'll never know till we try.

It's seems kinda sneaky.

- Let's try tonight. - Where do we start?

(Wilma) 'I don't know about Barney.'

'But Fred is long overdue for a raise.'

So is Barney. But he's been too chicken to ask for one.

Let's turn our chickens into tigers.

What do you say, partner?

[both growl]

[snores]

Fred, are you asleep?

Listen, Fred. You want a raise.

Yeah, I want a raise.

Tomorrow, you're going to see Mr. Slate

and demand more money.

Demand more money.

'You're a tiger. You get what you ask for.'

No. No, I'm chicken, and he won't give it to me.

Uh-oh. This may take all night.

Now, what are you going to do in the morning?

Gonne hit old Slate for a raise.

And what are you?

[growls]

I am a tiger.

'What do tigers do when they come into the house?'

They wipe their feet.

Good little tiger.

Goodnight, Fred.

[snores]

[birds chirping]

[growls]

Oh! What was that?

That was your mate, my little tigress.

[growls]

Fred, what's the matter with you?

Nothing, Wilma, Do you know what I feel like this morning?

Um, let me guess.

- Uh...a tiger? - R-r-right!

And do you know what your tiger is going to do today?

- No. What? - You'll find out. Mwah

When I come home tonight with a big fat surprise for you.

[chuckles] You wanna bet?

(Ms. Bonniville) Yes, what can I do for you?

Tell Mr. Slate that Flintstone is here to see him.

Sorry, we have no positions available at the present time.

I don't need a job! Don't you know me, Ms. Bonniville?

- I work here! - What'd you say the name was?

[growls] The name is Flintstone!

I worked here ten years!

'And tell Mr. Slate I wanna see him now.

And you can tell Flintstone I don't wanna see him.

'And I'll give him ten seconds to get back to his job.'

Get back to his job, huh?

[growls] I'll show him.

slam

Take me up to the boss' window, Al.

Goin' up, Fred.

[growls]

Ah, Flintstone. What are you doing here?

I'm here to get a raise, Mr. Slate.

[growls] A big one.

Flintstone, you-you finally cracked up.

Not cracked up, wised up.

I've given you ten years of loyal service, Mr. Slate.

And all that time, have I ever missed a day's work?

- Yes. Yes. - Have I ever clock-watched?

Have I ever failed you when you needed me?

- Yes. - 'Okay, so nobody is perfect.'

'Now, I want a raise. Do I get it?'

- Yes, yes. - I do?

Flintstone, you surprise me.

I don't know what changed you

but you've got spirit.

Any man with a work record like yours

who can come in here and demand a raise

is my kind of man.

[laughs] Thank you, boss.

[growls]

Barney had the same experience with his boss, Wilma.

He just went in, roared like a tiger, and came out

with a $50 raise.

- What a discovery we've made. - Oh, yeah.

If we could bottle it and sell it

to wives all over, we'd be rich.

Imagine, instant make your husband

do what you want him to.

[chuckles]

You know, Betty? It was almost too easy.

Maybe the whole thing was a coincidence.

Let's try something else and find out.

Betty, look.

[Wilma reads]

Hmm. Gee, I'd sure love to hear her.

Well, that's out.

Thursday is the boys poker night.

You know how they..

Oh-h.

[cooing]

Oh, we know it's sneaky, Pebbles.

But you might as well learn now.

'It's just part of being a girl.'

[laughing]

Here you are, Fred.

Nice hot branasaurus broth.

[snores]

Fred? Are you asleep already?

- Asleep. - Sound asleep?

Sound asleep.

While you sleep, you're going to think about

how you love concerts.

Hate concerts.

'No, Fred. You hate poker.'

Love poker.

Tomorrow night, you're going to listen to beautiful music.

While I'm playing poker?

'Don't be confused, Fred.'

Listen. You don't want to play poker.

You want to go to the concert.

Have you got it?

Yeah, I don't wanna play concert.

I wanna go to the poker.

Oh, boy.

[yawns] Here we go again.

Good morning, sweetheart.

- Oh, hi, Fred. - 'You look tired, Wilma.'

'Have you been getting enough sleep?'

Uh, no. I've been too busy.

- Huh? - Um, nothing, dear.

Here.

Eat your Breakfast.

crack

Wilma, You need a change.

'You need to get out of the house.'

[barks]

Okay, Dino. Here you are.

And here's your breakfast, Pebbles.

[cooing]

Wilma, I think you better get a babysitter for tonight.

I am taking you to a concert.

- You're what? - A concert.

I wanna sit and listen to beautiful music.

(Wilma) 'Uh, but, Fred, tonight's your poker night.'

Ah, who needs it?

'It's funny, but I suddenly realized'

all the time I've wasted playin' poker.

D-don't go away, Fred. I'll be right back.

- Betty! Betty! - Wilma! Wilma!

Oh-h!

thud

It's no coincidence, Betty. It really worked.

I know. Barney's getting tickets for the concert right now.

For the price of a few hours sleep

we can have anything we want from now on.

Think of it. Breakfast in bed.

'Or eating out when we want to.'

- A whole new wardrobe. - And places to wear it.

We'll be constantly given our way.

Twenty four lovely hours a day.

(both) Wee!

[instrumental music]

- Hiya, Fred. - Hi, Barn.

- Going bowling tonight? - Nope.

Taking Wilma to a lecture. How about you?

'Betty and I are going over to her mothers.'

'After I finish the ironing.'

I finished mine this morning.

You know, Fred. Funny how we never go bowling no more.

Yeah, He he.

I guess, we've just outgrown it.

Yeah. Like we've outgrown playing poker

and uh, going to the fights, and uh, shootin' pool.

[laughs]

Oh, uh, Barn, don't count on me for golf tomorrow.

I'm gonna help Wilma buy a new dress.

Say, that's fun. I love shoppin'.

Uh, but you know what's even better?

'No. What?'

Waiting for your wife at the beauty salon.

Hey, now that sounds like a ball.

Oh, it is, Fred. It is.

Well, Betty. Our plan worked.

We have perfectly trained husbands.

Just like puppy dogs.

Yeah. We tell 'em what to think when they're asleep

'and they think it when they're awake.'

Wilma, I don't want a puppy dog.

- I want a husband. - Me too.

Let's un-brainwash them back to way they were.

(Betty) Good. We'll do it tonight.

You hear that, Barney?

Yeah. Yeah, Fred. We've been brainwashed.

Ah, Betty, we could do that brain renovating

tomorrow night just as well.

What do you mean?

I mean, let's try for one last tinsy little thing.

Okay, what?

A mink coat for each for us.

- Huh? - Huh?

- Wilma, what are you saying? - Look at this.

Bassett's fur salon is quitting business.

Gosh, a fur sale.

"All mink coats to be sold at less than the cost of the mink."

Should we convince 'em tonight?

Oh, it's a deal, partner.

The last of a big deals, partner.

So, the little partners

are gonna talk us out of fur coats tonight, eh?

Barney, would you say our sleep teaching wives

need to be taught a lesson themselves?

Professor Flintstone, I am with you.

[both laugh]

Fred, listen carefully.

Every woman wants a mink coat.

A mink coat.

Your Wilma wants a mink coat.

A mink coat.

'You wanna to get Wilma a present, don't you?

A mink coat.

Oh, you got the message fast.

Hmm, wait till they see me at The Bridge Club.

[laughs]

[humming]

Tell me, Wilma, what color mink

will bring out the real Betty Rubble?

[giggles] Barney swallowed the bait, huh?

Hook, line and price tags. How about Fred?

Oh, I landed him without a struggle.

- Where are they? - Out in the garage.

I think they're cooking up a way to surprise us.

Shall we let them?

Or shall we go spy on them?

Let's do the usual.

[both giggle]

[cooing]

Like I told you, honey, it's part of being a girl.

Well, Fred we're all set for the brainwashers.

And here they come, right on schedule.

Alright, Barney. Lights, camera, action.

(Barney) 'Gee, Fred. I do not think we should do it.'

(Fred) 'Barney, every woman wants a mink coat.

- Right?' - 'Right.'

(Fred) 'Wilma and Betty want mink coats.

- 'Right?' - 'Right.'

(Fred) 'Wilma and Betty are the best wives'

'two guys ever had, right?'

(Barney) 'Right.'

[giggling]

So they deserve mink coats.

And the fact that we have no money to buy them

mustn't stop us for a minute, right?

Wrong, Fred.

If we're caught, we'll be thrown in jail.

[both gasp]

(Fred) 'It's small price to pay, Barn'

'for the years of devotion our wives have given us.'

Well, okay. Let's go get something to eat.

It may be our last home-cooked meal for a long time.

Oh, Betty, look.

A map of the big mink warehouse downtown.

They marked the entrances and windows.

[gasps]

'And they put an "X" through the night watchman.'

Betty, we haven't made puppy dogs.

We've created Frankenstones.

chomp chomp

We got the girls worried, Barney.

Yeah. He he he.

The plan's workin' great.

- Fred, I want to talk to you. - Me too, Barney.

Not now, girls. We're in a big hurry.

Yep. As soon as we finish eating

we got an errand to take care of..

chomp chomp

And I am finished.

Let's go, Barn. It'll be dark soon.

Wait, Fred. Uh, uh..

- How about some dessert? - Eh, not now, Wilma.

We're going downtown for a few minutes.

Yeah, we, uh, we gotta pick up a few uh, things.

Yeah, but we don't want..

I mean, can't it wait?

Yes, why not stay home and relax?

'I-I'll bet there's a good fight on TV.'

[laughs] It's kids stuff. Come on, Barn.

If you have to go out, why not go bowling?

We'll drop you at the alley.

Oh, Betty, you know we hate bowling.

Fred, isn't there, isn't there a lodge meeting tonight?

A colossal waste of time.

- See you later, girls. - We hope.

- Fred! - Barney!

(both) Come back!

I'll get Pebbles while you get your car, Betty.

We've got to stop them.

Are the girls still with us, Barn?

About a block behind.

Good. I'll give 'em a run for their money.

- Can you still see them? - Yes, they're up ahead.

[giggles]

[cooing]

I hate to say this, Wilma

but I think Pebbles takes to this wild nightlife.

Oh, Pebbles. Forget what I said before.

Being sneaky isn't cute or girlish.

It's just sneaky.

Here we are at the mink warehouse, Fred.

But where are the girls?

They lost us a couple of blocks back.

But no worry, Barn. They'll get here.

Now just remember, a good long wind up with the brick

so they'll have plenty of time to stop you.

And what do we do if they don't stop us?

(Fred) 'Of course, they'll stop us.'

'They want mink coats, not jailbird husbands.'

Hey, maybe they know that we know

we were brainwashed.

Not a chance. We were too clever for them.

[both gasp]

Well, how do you like that?

They're even sneakier than we are. The sneaks.

Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, I always say.

Let's go.

Here they come, Barney. Now.

Betty, Wilma.

No, now don't try to stop us, girls.

We're breaking into this warehouse.

Here, Fred. Do it just like we planned.

We're gonna get you girls mink coats

even if we have to go to jail.

I'd like mine to be autumn beige.

Me too. Size Ten.

Uh-h, Barney, okay.

Barney. Now.

Now-now don't try to stop us.

Oh, for heaven's sake. Let me.

Betty, you'll break something!

[chuckles] Boys, some criminal.

[cooing]

So, we were too clever for them, huh, Fred?

Knew it all the time, eh?

Uh-huh.

Think you're pretty cute, huh?

(Wilma) Uh-uh. We think we're pretty terrible.

We tried to take advantage of you boys.

And we were very wrong.

(Wilma) And we're very, very sorry.

Will you forgive us, Fred?

Well, okay.

[cooing]

[glass shattering]

(all) Pebbles!

caw

[siren blaring]

[police siren blaring]

screech

Alright, you're all under arrest.

'Look, sarge. It must be the Lava Hill fur mob.'

- 'With a baby?' - That's no baby.

That's a midget. The brain to the outfit.

[babbling]

(Wilma) 'No, no, you don't understand, I told you..'

'You know, judge, you don't..'

Your Honor. Your Honor, it all started

with an experiment in sleep teaching.

They were trying to brainwash us.

And we were trying to teach them a lesson.

Fred, never wiped his feet.

So we thought we'd try some mink coats.

(Wilma) 'We didn't mean any harm. Honest.'

bang bang bang

Quiet.

I've made up my mind.

This young lady broke a window.

'So, I sentence her to five days.'

Your Honor!

Suspended. You cute little itsy-bitsy baby. He-he-he

[giggles]

[clears throat]

In addition, I sentence Mrs. Flintstone

and Mrs. Rubble to twenty days.

(both) Your Honor!

To twenty days of serving your husband's

breakfast in bed every morning.

Believe me, Your Honor, it'll be a pleasure.

[snores]

Wilma. Are you sleeping?

Wilma. You want to save money.

Uh, save money.

More than anything else in the world

you want to save money.

I-I want to save money.

You hate new clothes.

You hate shopping.

Save money.

Now, what do you want more than anything in the world?

- A mink coat. - Good girl.

[laughs]

Wait a minute!

Wilma, are you awake?

[giggles] No. Sound asleep.

Goodnight, Fred.

[laughs] Pleasant dreams, Wilma.

[both laugh]

[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 ?

[theme music]

? We'll have a gay old time ??

Wilma!

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