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Would you care to dance, Mr. Blr-blr-blr?

You do tango, don't you?

Doesn't everyone?

With class, that is.

Eh...quick, band leader.

- 'A tango.' - Gotcha.

[instrumental music]

Marvelous.

Where did you learn to tango like this?

Madam..

...in my lofty social strata

we aristocrats are born doing the tango.

And not to mention every other known dance.

Part of my breeding, you know?

Splendid.

He seems to be enjoying himself.

You know, there's something familiar about that face.

Monsieur..

...uh, do you really feel

the rock market index

is at an artificially high apex?

(Fred) 'Exactly.'

It merely reflects the investor's hedge

against the current inflationary spiral.

Then should we sell, J.F.?

If he says sell..

...then sell!

[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 old time ??

[instrumental music]

Come on.

Tote that boulder!

'Lift that shale!'

thud

[rattling]

Hey! Wait a minute!

H-hold it!

Help!

thud

[footsteps]

[chattering]

How about that?

It's supposed to be our coffee break

and these dinosaurs move in on it.

[instrumental music]

[whirring]

Oh, my achin' back.

Oh, my achin' beak.

Hey, Flintstone, you going to the party tonight?

Party? What party?

At the boss' house.

It's gonna be a real swingin' affair.

Hmm..

That's funny.

I didn't know Mr. Slate was throwin' a party.

Hey, Fred!

That's gonna be some shindig tonight, huh?

It ain't often the old man

invites us guys from the quarry.

Hey, wait just a rock-picking minute.

What's all this about a party

at the boss' place tonight?

And since when does he invite the rabble?

Nothing personal, of course.

Well, the way I figure it

is that Slate is gonna check us all out socially.

To see who gets that new foreman job.

Hey, eh, it's funny you haven't heard.

Because everyone in the quarry

was personally invited.

Everyone but me, that is.

Oh, boy.

[trumpeting]

Here it is, quitting time

and I'm still without an invite.

It's gonna be some party, eh, Silt?

Yeah, we finally made it socially.

And we'll be rubbin' elbows with the company brass.

[laughing]

Hey, you're goin', ain't you, Fred?

No. I got a date with Liz Taylorstone tonight.

No kiddin'.

And him a married man.

Some gratitude I get for all these years of..

Yeow!

Watch it, will you?

Boy, one of these days

I'm gonna really punch that time clock.

'But good!'

[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

Oh, the end of another day's work.

When two friends tread happily their way home.

Hi-ya happy, buddy-buddy?

Ah, shut up and get in the car.

Well, what did I say wrong?

I'm sorry I snapped at you, Barney, old pal.

I understand, Fred.

It's not your fault you're a grouch.

Oh, Barney, I'm burnin' up.

My boss invited everyone to his party but me.

I got a good mind to quit.

Ooh, I wouldn't do that, Fred.

It could cost you your job.

[laughing]

screech

Uh, I'm sorry, Fred.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

Out.

Out!

Out!

I look for a shoulder to cry on

and what do I get?

Wisecracks.

Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.

I'm sorry!

swish

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

[instrumental music]

Can I get back in?

- I-I'm sorry. - Okay, okay.

Just knock off the I'm sorrys, will you?

screech

Now get back in.

crash

I'm in, Fred. I'm in.

vroom

That Slate just burns me up.

I wonder what the fine is

for assault and battering your boss?

[instrumental music]

Oh, Bamm-Bamm?

Would you do Auntie Wilma a favor?

'Lift up the sofa so I can vacuum under it, please.'

[Bamm-Bamm babbling]

[Pebbles babbling]

(Wilma) 'Thank you, sweetie.'

Oh, it's so nice to have a man around the house.

Even if he is the strongest baby in the world.

[giggles]

[doorbell rings]

Come in.

bang

'Oh, it's you, hopparoo.'

honk honk

honk honk honk

Oh, Bamm-Bamm!

I think it's time for you to go home.

[Bamm-Bamm babbling]

[Pebbles babbling]

[Bamm-Bamm babbling]

[chuckles]

That hopparoo is not only an expert babysitter

but he picks up and delivers too.

[chuckling]

honk honk honk

There's gotta be a reason.

Why wouldn't Slate invite me?

crash

I'm bright, charming, attractive

'a real hit at parties.'

Guess it's because you're so modest.

'Huh?'

Oh, uh, yeah.

Uh, see you later, Barney.

Remember, you're having dinner at our house!

Okay. I'll bring my appetite.

[laughing]

I wonder if I can sue Slate

for malfracturing my character.

If anyone deserves that foreman's job

it's me.

I am a natural born leader of men.

bang

'Hello. Hello, little Pebblely-poo.'

muah

Hello, dear.

Hiya, Wilma.

muah

'Hey!'

Down, boy, down! Not that! Dino!

Oh! Ooh! Uh! Ha ha! Ooh, cut it out!

Dino loves you, Fred.

I don't know what I got

but Dino is sure crazy about it.

Yuck!

That was sure a good dinner, Wilma.

(Wilma) 'Thank you, Betty.'

Hey, after you read the kids their bedtime story

'uh, we'll play a little cards, huh?'

Right, Barney.

Uh, once upon a time

'long, long ago in a tiny kingdom'

'lived a young girl who was called Cinder...ella.'

Uh, Cindy, uh, for short.

Uh, Cindy lived with her two ugly stepsisters

"Rockella and Stonetta"

'who always picked on Cindy.'

'And the house was run'

by her grouchy old "Stepmother."

She'd make a great mother-in-law.

[chuckles]

Kindly spare us the editorial comment.

Will you, Fred?

Uh, yeah, we're trying to lull the kids to sleep.

[Bamm-Bamm babbling]

[Pebbles babbling]

Alright, alright.

Now let's see. Oh, yeah, yeah.

Then one day, the prince

'who lived in a beautiful split-level'

early Neolithic castle

decided to throw a ball.

Everyone was invited

but Fred Flintstone.

- 'Who?' - Uh, I-I mean, Cinderella.

I was thinkin' of Slate

not inviting me to his party.

Oh, that dirty, low--

Fred.

Okay, okay.

But on the big night

after the stepsisters and stepmother

were gone to the ball

'a "Fairy Godmother" came to..'

[Fred yawns]

Cinderella and..

[yawns]

...took her to the ball.

Dressing Cindy in a beautiful...gown.

[snoring]

Well, Wilma, it worked.

They're fast asleep.

[giggles]

[Barney snoring]

[Fred snoring]

Yeah. It worked for them.

Now if we can just get the kids to sleep.

[Bamm-Bamm babbling]

[both laughing]

Goodnight, Wilma.

Come on, Bamm-Bamm.

Googbye!

Goodnight, Pebbles.

muah

'Pleasant little dreams.'

Come on, Fred.

Let's go beddy-bye.

[snores]

[Fred snoring]

[Fred mumbling]

[snores] Oh, that Slate.

[mumbling]

[snores]

Fairy Godmother.

[snores]

[mumbling]

Slate's party.

[snores]

If I was at Slate's party..

My, my, he's a big one.

[clicks tongue] Come on, tubby.

Wake up. Hit the deck.

Reveille. Rise and shine.

(Fred) 'Huh? Wha-who-who are you?'

I'm your Fairy Godmother.

Oh, boy, whatever I ate

is giving me nightmares.

Do me a favor and blow.

whoosh

'I'm busy sleepin'.'

A nightmare, huh?

Well, I'll just have to use my magic dust.

[snoring]

poof

[snoring]

Come on, buster.

You haven't got all night, you know?

Huh? What?

thud

That's better.

You again?

Look, lady, will you quit buggin' me?

Or do I have to call a cop?

[clicks tongue] Relax, chubby.

You're going to your boss' party.

Boss' party?

I haven't even been invited. And besides--

Will you keep quiet for a second?

Mm! Mm! Mmm!

Now then..

Let's see..

What to wear?

Hmm.

Since it's formal

a top hat and tails would be in order.

Diamond cuff links and walking stick will go nicely.

Oh and maybe a cute little mustache.

'An ascot tie adds to the ensemble.'

And, of course, spats.

Well? What do you think?

Hey, not bad.

I guess you're for real, after all.

[chuckles]

Is Slate ever in for a surprise?

Of course, this Fairy Godmother stuff

only goes until midnight, you know?

Oh, sure, sure. I know the story.

I'll be back by 12:00.

Now, you'll need some fancy transportation.

Watch that pumpkin behind you.

poof

(Fred) 'How about that?'

'A new rockamobile limousine.'

Then there's a chauffeur.

Oh, uh, pardon me while I practice up

on my fancy trick shootin' with this mirror.

Hey. Where am I?

Barney, what are you doin' here?

Well, it beats me, Fred.

I was sound asleep at home and suddenly I'm here.

Hey, uh, who's the little old lady with the star on a stick?

Oh, uh-uh, this is my Fairy Godmother.

Uh, my neighbor Barney Rubble.

Charmed, I'm sure.

No kidding. Um..

I had to see it not to believe it.

Uh, there's just one thing.

Uh, what about our wives?

Relax. You'll be home before midnight.

Besides, someone has to stay home with the kids.

Now remember, at the stroke of 12:00

everything goes back.

Gee, we'd better get going.

See you, Fairy Godmother.

Uh-oh, I almost forgot.

Hold it.

You need one more thing.

You have no class.

What do you mean, I ain't got no class?

There. That's much better.

Good evening, madam. We're off to the ball.

Now remember, midnight is the deadline.

To the Slate estate, Bernard, quickly.

vroom

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

Say, who's that pulling up in that limousine, Slate?

I'm not sure, Mr. Stucco.

Impressive looking, isn't he?

Must be that VP from the home plant.

They often drop in unexpectedly.

Of course. That's it.

'Look at that walk.'

You can tell he's real class.

We gotta be careful with the Madistone Avenue guys.

Yeah, a bad report could have us banned

from the cocktail circuit.

Let's roll out the red carpet.

Come on.

Announcing the distinguished

Mr. Frederick. J, uh..

What did you say your name was, sir?

[clears throat] Uh..

I'm not accustomed to repeating myself

but I'll make an exception.

The name is Frederick J. Blr-blr-blr.

Announcing Mr. Frederick J. Blr-blr-blr.

My, what a distinguished looking man.

Who is he, dear?

Oh, he's big. Real big.

Well, well. Look who's here.

So glad you could make it, Mr. Blr-blr-blr.

Ah, yes. Good evening, Slate.

And this-this beautiful creature

must be your daughter.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

What beautiful creature?

Quiet, dear.

Would you care to dance, Mr. Blr-blr-blr?

Madam, my cup runneth over.

Oh, you're so suave.

You do tango, don't you?

Doesn't everyone?

With class, that is.

Eh, quick, band leader. A tango.

Gotcha.

[instrumental music]

Marvelous.

Where did you learn to tango like this?

Madam..

...in my lofty social strata

uh, we aristocrats are born doing the tango.

Uh, not to mention every other known dance.

[music continues]

Part of my breeding, you know?

Splendid.

He seems to be enjoying himself.

You know, there's something familiar about that face.

Monsieur..

...uh, do you really feel

the rock market index

is at an artificially high apex?

(Fred) 'Exactly.'

It merely reflects the investor's hedge

against the current inflationary spiral.

Then should we sell, J.F.?

If he says sell

then sell.

Also, I've traveled in 80 foreign countries

and speak six foreign languages.

- How fascinating. - So thrilling.

splash

(male 1) 'Help! Help!'

Someone just fell into the pool.

Help! Save me!

I can't swim!

burble burble burble

I can't even dog paddle!

burble burble burble

Forgive me, ladies.

swish

Good heavens.

Naturally

I'm an expert swimmer and diver.

boing

boing

Wow!

Look at that fancy dive.

'A one and a half in a layout position.'

splash

burble burble burble

Nothing to worry about.

I was captain of the swimming team

at my alma mater, uh, Princestone University.

How can I thank you

for saving my life?

Oh, tut-tut, old man.

Merely routine.

Look. He didn't even get his suit wet.

Amazing.

He just does everything.

Uh, pardon me, Mr. Blr-blr-blr

but I couldn't help noticing

you bear a striking resemblance

to an employee of mine.

Uh, no offense, of course.

But, uh, would you know a..

...Fred Flintstone?

Flintstone?

Flintstone.

Oh, yes. Yes. Good man.

Excellent executive timber.

Great potential. I would highly recommend him.

Flintstone?

Executive timber?

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Blr-blr-blr.

Shall we tango again?

Oh, but of course, my dear.

The ecstasy is mine.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

You will excuse me, Slate.

Social obligations, you know?

If he knows Flintstone

I'd better watch my step.

[instrumental music]

What a strange name you have, Mr. Blr-blr-blr.

(Fred) '"What's in a name?'

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Ooh, is that Slatespeare?

No, madam, it is I as quoted by Slatespeare.

Oh!

It's just like dancing on a cloud.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Of course, I'll follow your suggestion

with regard to Flintstone.

Excellent, Slate. Excellent.

[bell chimes]

Uh, what is it?

ding ding ding

Oh, boy.

Uh, if you'll forgive me

uh, I've got to catch the next

pterodactyl flight to Newrock.

Just remembered a board meeting.

Wait! What about your report?

Did I pass?

swish

Leaving so soon, Mr. Blr-blr-blr?

Yes, and why don't you quit mumbling?

swish

Quick, Barney, bring up the car.

Hurry, before I turn into a pumpkin or something.

screech

Quick! Drive home and hurry.

Right, Fred.

Hey, wait for me, you fool!

swish

Wait! Come back!

Oh, dear. Is he gone?

I guess we'll never find out

who he really was!

Or why he came.

Hold it, Barney!

Hold it!

screech

Sorry, Fred. I just did what you told me.

Well, try doing what I mean, not what I say.

We almost didn't get away in time.

I still don't think we did, Fred.

thud

I gotta get home. I gotta get home!

I gotta get home! I gotta get home!

- Fred! Fred, wake up. - I gotta get..

Uh, ooh, oh. Uh, where am I?

You were having a dream, dear.

Everything's okay now.

Uh, a dream?

It was all a dream?

I don't really have a Fairy Godmother?

Really, Fred

a Fairy Godmother?

Oh, now go back to sleep.

Yeah, yeah, that's it. That's it.

Maybe I can pick up the dream where I left off.

[snoring]

[instrumental music]

So long, Wilma.

Goodbye, Pebbles!

muah

I hope you're over being angry at Mr. Slate, Fred.

No, I'm not angry anymore.

I'm just boiling mad!

Oh, dear, don't do anything drastic.

Don't worry, Wilma.

I know what I'm doin'.

Whatever it is.

vroom

Uh-oh. Looks like Fred's in a hurry this morning.

Made it!

Hey, what's all the hurry, Fred?

Because I'm gonna tell Slate off good

for not invitin' me to his party

and then I'm gonna quit.

That'll show him.

Hey, that's kind of like cutting off your nose

to spite your Slate, huh, Fred?

[laughing]

screech

Out.

Out!

Out!

Okay, Fred, I'm outing. I'm outing, I'm outing.

vroom

Gee! What a grouch.

[instrumental music]

[keys clacking]

Good morning, Flintstone.

Did you want to see Mr. Slate?

Yeah and you better call out the National Guard.

This might be messy.

[instrumental music]

bang

Well, well.

Good morning there, Freddy, my boy.

Got to learn to do the tango.

Tango? Freddy, my boy?

'Congratulations.'

You are my new foreman.

Yes, sir, you're it.

[music continues]

Me? The new foreman?

But how? I wasn't even invited to your party.

[chuckles] That was just an oversight

on my secretary's part.

[music continues]

Just as well, though.

One of the top brass from back east

a Mr. Blr-blr-blr

recommended you for the job

while he was tangoing.

A Mr. Blr-blr-blr?

? Da da da da ?

No.

Oh, no, no. It couldn't be.

'And Freddy-boy'

take the day off and celebrate.

[music continues]

Good man, that Flintstone.

Got it up here.

I think.

Oh, well.

[music continues]

Uh-oh. Here comes Fred back.

screech

Yabba dabba doo!

Come on, Barney! We got places to go.

Like, uh, maybe the unemployment office?

vroom

Forget it, Barney-boy.

I was just appointed the new foreman!

We're gonna celebrate!

No kiddin'.

B-b-but how, Fred? I-I don't get it.

Well, don't you believe in Fairy Godmothers, Barn?

Uh, not lately, Fred.

Well, I sure do.

I sure do!

Yabba dabba doo!

[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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