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[thunder rumbling]

Hey, there's a sign.

'It says, "You are leaving Tennestone the wet state."'

- It's about time. - Yeah.

A-a-a-achoo!

I'm about to catch a cold.

[engine revs]

And this one says, "You are entering Arkanstone

'the dry state."'

Yabba dabba doo!

Here we are.

(all) Hurray!

Hurray for the old Arkanstone.

[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 ?

? You'll have a gay old time ?

[instrumental music]

[man mumbling]

(male 1) And I guess that 'bout concludes the ceremony.

Old Zeke Flintstone is finally laid to rest

at the ripe old age of 101.

- You mean a hundred and two. - Are you sure?

Well, of course, I'm sure.

He weren't no more than six years younger than me.

- Ain't that right, ma? - Yes, siree!

Well, in any case

Zeke Flintstone is gone.

He was the last of the Flintstones.

Look at them Hatrocks.

They sure are taking this hard.

[all bawling]

Yeah, them Hatrocks sure are crying.

I thought they hated Zeke Flintstone.

Well, they did, they did.

The Hatrocks and the Flintstones have been feudin'

for over 90 years.

I know. So why are they crying?

Why, why did Zeke have to leave us?

[howling]

Why did he have to climb that tree?

He should've knowed he'd fall and break his neck.

Oh, he did it on a meanness, Granny.

He knewed it would end the feud

and we wouldn't have no more Flintstones to shoot.

[sobbing]

It's a cryin' shame, that's what it is.

The last Flintstone gone.

Pa, you was there, why didn't you catch Zeke

when he fell out of the tree?

I couldn't. I was too busy shootin' at him.

[Slab sobbing]

Poor little Slab.

'He's gonna grow up not knowing the pleasure'

'of shootin' a Flintstone.'

[Slab bawling]

And poor Percy

never again to know the joy

of bitin' a Flintstone.

[growling]

[howling]

[instrumental music]

[snoring]

Shoo! Scam!

[squeals]

Dang porkosaurus.

Knows he ain't allowed in the house till supper.

Oh, dang.

Oh, gee, pa, you think you feel bad.

What 'bout me?

Look at all the time I spent

makin' this high-powered rifle

just to shoot Flintstones with.

What am I gonna do with it now?

You can always shoot bear with it.

'Oh, it ain't the same.'

Bears don't holler like Flintstones when they is hit.

Yeah, it looks like the good old days

is gone forevder.

I can remember when the hills were full of Flintstones.

We could hardly take three steps

without flushin' one out of somewhere.

swish

Yeoow!

I recollect my pa comin' home one day

and saying he just got hisself four Flintstones

and a Kettle Quartz.

A Kettle Quartz?

Sam Kettle Quartz.

Yeah, he-he was wearin' a Flintstone hat

and pa let him have it by mistake.

Yeah, them was the good old days.

Oh, dang it, pa.

Ain't there no way we can keep the feud goin'?

Hey, I know.

We don't like the Millbricks knowhow.

We'll call 'em Flintstones and feud with them.

(Pa) 'Nope, nope, nope, son. We can't do that.'

It wouldn't be a pure feud

and we Hatrocks has always observed the pure feud law.

Yippee!

bang

bam

Blimey! What in tarnation.

[Slab sobbing]

'Yippee! Yippee!'

[cackling]

Granny, whatcha so fard happy about?

I just recollected somethin'.

Quite a spell back

there was a Chad Flintstone.

He was a fat one with a big nose

itty-bitty eyes.

Well, anyway he had 16 sons.

Sixteen Flintstones in one fambly?

Eh, what are you tryin' to do, Granny?

- Torture us? - Let me finish.

Now, one of them 16 sons went away.

'Left these mountains and never came back.'

- Yeah, so? - 'Don't you see?'

If that son of a Flintstone

had sons of his own.. He he he.

(all) Yippee!

Oh, there can still be some Flintstones around.

Even if there be a Flintstone left

how you gonna get him back here to the mountain?

Yeah. Ma's right. We'll have to put out some bait.

Bait's already out, son.

Old Zeke Flintstone's estate.

- 'You mean San Cemente?' - Yup.

Now that Zeke's gone

the law's gonna look for an heir

and when they find him he's gonna come back

and claim San Cemente.

'It's as simple as that.'

- Golly, I sure hope so. - They can't miss.

Nobody in his right mind would pass up a chance

'to claim an estate like San Cemente.'

'Why, for genereshdens it's been a showplace around here.'

(Granny) 'San Cemente'

'it's too good for the Flintstones.'

'But I wish right now it was full of 'em.'

So do I.

I'd get a bead on a nice fat one and..

bang

thud

[pigs grunting]

I sure hope the law locates some heirs.

Yup. Come on, law, get busy, and bring us some Flintstones.

Yahoo!

? Bring back bring back ?

? Oh bring back some Flintstones for us to shoot ?

? Bring back bring back ?

[barking]

? Oh bring back some Flintstones for us ??

[all cheering]

(Gladstone) 'Very truly yourn'

'Gladstone J. Shystone'

attorney at law.

Now, read that last paragraph back to me.

Yes, sir.

"And as the sole survivin' relative

"of the late Zeke Flintstone

"you are heir to his estate, San Cemente.

'Please come to Arkanstone to claim your inheritance."'

Good. That goes to Fred Flintstone in Bedrock.

Yes, sir.

'And, Miss Shelly'

'I'd like that letter to go out right away.'

Yes, sir.

I'll send it airmail.

clank

[grunting]

Boy, uh, this is a heavy one.

[telephone ringing]

Slate Gravel Quarry. Slate speaking.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Flintstone.

Yes, yes, he's just having his cactus break.

I'll call him.

[slurping]

Boy, this cactus cola sure hits the spot.

Yeah, tastes stronger than usual.

(Slate) 'Flintstone!'

Uh, yeah, boss?

(Slate) 'Telephone! It's your wife!'

Gee, why the wives always have to call

their husbands at work?

I'm glad you and I work together, Hazel.

[giggles]

Yes, Lloyd.

Thanks, Mr. Slate.

Yeah, Wilma.

Fred, you've just got a letter from a lawyer.

Your great-great uncle Zeke passed away

and left you his estate.

Fred, you're the new lord of San Cemente.

That's the name of Zeke's manor. San Cemente.

What? W-Wilma, well, slow down, will you?

- What's she saying? - I don't know.

Somethin' about a great lawyer named Sam Cemente

passin' away and leaving me Zeke Manor.

Wilma, take it easy. Start over and take it slow.

[Wilma muttering rapidly]

Yeah?

Yeah?

No kiddin'. Yabba dabba doo!

Boss, I'm rich.

I just inherited an estate.

Yahoo!

Let's dance, boss. I'm rich.

Yaa-owee!

[whirring]

Yabba dabba doo!

'Ooo whee-whee!'

He may be rich

but he can't dance!

And you say Fred never mentioned

this great-great uncle Zeke?

Never. I don't think he knew he existed.

thud

(Fred) 'Wilma, I'm home.'

[Dino yelping]

(Fred) 'No, Dino.'

[yelping continues]

No, Dino. Heel.

thud

Oh, Dino, stop it. Cut it out!

Will you wait a minute?

Wilma, w-where is the letter from the lawyer?

Here it is, Fred.

[mumbling]

"Sole heir to San Cemente.

Please come and claim your estate."

- Yippee! - Yippee!

Dino, will you cut it out?

San Cemente. It sounds like a castle.

Yeah, I bet it take at least a hundred and fifty servants

to keep up the place.

Gosh, guess I'll have to start calling you two

Your Highnesses.

[giggling] Oh, Betty.

Hey, I just had a thought.

Barney could get some time off of his job, can't he, Betty?

I guess so. Why?

(Fred) 'You and Barney are going to Arkanstone with us'

'as my guests. We'll make a real holiday out of it.'

- Oh, you mean it? - Sure, sure.

And start gettin' ready 'cause the sooner we leave

the sooner I get what's comin' to me.

Oh, I'll get mother to take care of Bamm-Bamm.

I'm sure Barney can make it. Oh, I'm so excited.

If she's excited, what about us?

Yahoo!

Oh, ho, ho, Fred.

- 'You know somethin', honey?' - 'What?'

I like dancin' with you better than with my boss.

He tries to lead.

Thanks, Barney, that takes care of my luggage.

And this is all of mine.

What are you taking the gun for?

- Well, uh, Fred's taking his. - That's right.

Everybody in the Arkanstone mountains

goes huntin'. You've seen pictures of those hillbillies.

- They always have guns. - 'Yeah.'

(Barney) 'Hey, what do you suppose they shoot, Fred?'

I don't know, but we'll soon find out.

Come along, Pebbles.

No, honey. No, no. There's no room for that big doll.

'Take it back into the house.'

[bawls]

(Fred) 'Alright, alright, Pebbles.'

We'll find room for your dolly.

[babbling]

(Fred) 'Oh, no, you don't. You're not takin' that bone.'

[sobbing]

[engine revs]

[sighs] Phew!

Arkanstone, here we come.

(all) Hurray!

"Arkanstone filling station."

I'm gonna have the car checked

and find out exactly where we are.

Good.

While you're doing that we girls will freshen up. Right, Betty?

I'm with you.

[babbling]

Of course, Pebbles. We'll get you some grape juice.

You're thirsty.

Hey, I think I'll get some too, Fred.

I didn't have any breakfast.

One.

Hey, Barney, get me one too.

Okay. Okie-dokie, Fred.

Make it two.

Make it two!

I hear ya. I hear ya.

I'm not deaf you know.

Howdy. Shall I fill her up?

Yeah. With Ethel.

Say, can you tell me how far we are from San Cemente?

- Old Zeke Flintstone's place? - Yeah, that's right.

It's 'bout 40 miles straight up them mountains.

Oh, boy. Thanks.

creak

Why y'all goin' to San Cemente? You're fixing to buy it?

Nope. It's already mine.

I inherited it.

Yeah, Zeke Flintstone was his great-great uncle.

Fred here is his sole heir.

You mean you're a Flintstone?

I'm the Flintstone.

The last of my line.

Well-well, don't you know about the feud?

Feud?

The Hatrocks and the Flintstones.

Why, they've been shootin' each other on sight

ever since folks can remember.

Ah, ha ha. Come on now.

Feudin' went out with the Dark Ages.

Take my advice, mister, go back where you come from

while you're still in one piece.

One big fat piece.

Hey, uh, maybe he's right, Fred.

Feuds can be dangerous.

Nothin' doin'. I inherited San Cemente.

And I'm gonna get what's comin' to me.

We're ready to go, Fred.

Be right there, Wilma.

Hey, don't mention any of this to the girls, Barney.

They'll just worry over nothin'.

So, uh, you say there's good huntin' in the mountains, huh?

Well, Barney, we may be shootin' at somethin'

sooner than we think.

- Or vice versa. - Cut it out, will you?

Okay, let's go.

'We'll reach San Cemente in a couple of hours.'

[engine revs]

Cousin Mabel. This is Cousin Benji.

Get me Cousin Clam and hurry, Cousin Mabel.

[telephone ringing]

Hatrock residence.

Oh, hi, Cousin Benji.

[mumbling on phone]

Flintstones?

- Flintstones? - Flintstones?

You sure, Cousin Benji?

[mumbling on phone]

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Sure. Sure.

Much obliged to you, cousin.

Flintstones are comin'.

A whole carload of 'em coming up the North Road.

Flintstones? Ya-hoo!

- Let me at 'em. - Ma, get my gun.

(Pa) 'We're gonna give them Flintstones a reception'

they'll remember as long as they live.

- Maybe longer. - Maybe till sundown.

[all cheering]

We're almost to the top.

San Cemente must be around here somewhere.

I hope so. I'm tired.

It's awfully quiet. Aren't there any people up here?

Well, they're probably around going about their own business.

Steady, everybody.

I'll tell you when to fire.

I wonder what kind of reception we'll get from our neighbors?

As the last of the Flintstones they'll probably give you

a 21-gun salute.

Fire!

[bugle call]

clang

- What the.. - Hey, I was only kidding.

Get them Flintstones.

Hey, Fred. It's the Hatrocks.

- Step on it. - Yeah, duck down, everybody.

Follow them Flintstones.

Fred, what are those loonies attacking us for?

They're Hatrocks.

We got a feud with them.

(Wilma and Betty) A feud?

Quick, Fred. There's a place up ahead. Turn in there.

screech

Drat! They're inside.

Come on out, Flintstones, or we'll shoot ya out.

Come and get us.

bang

[blows a raspberry]

Ah, you missed me.

bang

Hey, I just thought of somethin'.

We're not Flintstones. We're not involved in the feud.

So?

So-so I'm goin' out and explain to the Hatrocks.

bang bang bang

Hey, hold it, Hatrocks. Don't shoot.

I'm not a Flintstone. I'm a Rubble.

R-U-B-B-L-E. Rubble.

I'm just a friend of the Flintstones, that's all.

'Just a friend.'

And a friend to the Flintstones is a enemy to the Hatrocks.

Fire!

bang bang bang

What did they say?

They-they said any friend of the Flintstones

is an enemy of the Hatrocks.

I see what you mean.

You'll never hold that mob off with just two guns.

Oh, what'll we do?

Stand away from that window and we'll show you.

You may fire when ready, Dino.

[barks]

Hey, look out.

bang bang

- How do you like that? - Firin' back at us.

Danggranit.

You never could trust a Flintstone.

[laughing]

- I guess that showed 'em. - Yeah. He he he.

Feudin' can be fun, huh, Fred?

[laughs]

But it doesn't do much for real estate value.

And you can say that again.

Huh, I'd hate to be the owner of this shack.

Me too. I wonder who is?

- Oh. - Betty, what's the matter?

Wilma, look at that picture.

'Look at the name on it.'

Zeke Flintstone.

[gasps] Then this must be San Cemente.

- Oh, Fred? - Yeah.

Careful with that gun, Fred.

I wouldn't want you to shoot yourself.

Shoot myself? Now why would I do that?

(Wilma) 'Because this is San Cemente.'

Yeah? Well, I-I..

San Cemente?

I don't believe it.

(Pa) 'Hey, you Flintstones, you better come out'

'while there's still somethin' left to San Cemente.'

I rest my case.

San Cemente. Wouldn't you know it.

For this we traveled a thousand miles.

clang

Oh, boy.

I'm goin' home, Granny.

Got a pie bakin' and it ought to be just about done.

I'll go with you. Keep a-feudin', Pa.

bang

Ow!

Bull's eye.

[laughs]

How long can they keep feuding?

Hey, here come the Hatrock women.

bang bang bang

Yes?

Good afternoon. Is the lady of the house at home?

We've come to pay our respects.

Ah, ma'am, uh, come in.

(Granny) 'Which one of you ladies is Mrs. Flintstone?'

I am. This is Mrs. Rubble.

Pleased to meet ya. I'm Granny Hatrock.

And this is my daughter-in-law, Gravella.

Howdy. We brought you somethin'.

Oh, a pie. How nice.

(Granny) 'It's possum pie.'

Uh, uh, possum pie?

pop

Yeah, possum pie.

You were expecting maybe blackberries?

Uh, won't you ladies sit down?

Oh, no, thanks. We got to get back to our feudin'.

Come along, Gravella.

Uh, would you tell me something please?

H-how did this silly feud get started?

It weren't silly.

About a hundred years ago

Mona Hatrock had her picture painted.

While all the folkses admirin' it

Rory Flintstone up and says, "I don't know what the artist

got for painting that, but he should have got life."

And that started the feud.

Move aside, fatso.

boing

So that's how the feud started.

All because Fred's ancestor was an art critic.

clang

Duck, everybody!

bang bang bang

'They've started again.'

Pebbles? Where is Pebbles?

Oh, where's my baby?

Dino, go find her.

'Quick, everybody out the back door.'

[Dino sniffing]

We've got to find Pebbles.

It's awful quiet out there.

We'll give 'em one more volley and rush 'em.

Hold your fire. Little Slab is missin'.

Slab. Where be ya?

Get goin', Percy. Find little Slab.

[Percy barking]

We gotta find Slab.

[Pebbles babbling]

[Slab babbling]

- 'Pebbles.' - 'Slab.'

- Pebbles? - Slab?

Look, there they are.

[dramatic music]

(Betty) 'Oh, look. They're heading for the falls.'

Hold on, kids. I'll save ya.

Hold on.

Yippee!

Look at that Flintstone go.

Don't worry, kids.

Easy. Easy does it.

Gotcha!

It's alright. They're both safe.

Pebbles, you naughty girl.

Mommy ought to spank you.

Slab, I oughta whup you good.

Now, now, take it easy. They're both safe.

Look at them.

[Pebbles babbling]

[Slab babbling]

Oh, the best of friends.

I think we grownups can learn from them.

Yup, reckon you're right.

Us Hatrocks is in your debt.

The Hatrock-Flintstone feud is over.

And to celebrate we're a-throwin' a big party.

- Yippee! - Yippee!

- Yabba dabba doo! - Yabba dabba doo!

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

Some party, huh, Barn?

chomp chomp

You said it, Cousin Flintstone.

Like I was sayin', it's quite a picture.

- Who is that? - That's Mona Hatrock.

'Pa's great-great grandma.'

'A famous artist painted it.'

[Fred laughs]

Well, I don't know what the artist got

for paintin' that picture

but if you ask me he should've got life.

Let's get him.

The feud's on again.

'Yippee!'

bang

bang

bang bang bang

Oh, boy. This is where we came in.

Yeah, and this is the last they'll see

of the last of the Flintstones.

Get them Flintstones. Come back.

Blast 'em. Come back now.

Get them Flintstones.

[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 ?

? Some day 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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