Original subtitles

(man over PA) 'Here comes Rockfoot Johnson.'

'He's passing Goggles Pizanno.'

'Pizanno is in a spin.'

'He comes out of the spin.'

Pizanno's gotten turned around.

He's going the wrong way.

'Look out!'

Hey, you guys, you're goin' the wrong way!

- What's the matter? - You're going the wrong way.

Now, why didn't you tell me?

[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 ??

[snoring]

[laughing]

[Dino barking]

[Hoppy honking]

[Bamm-Bamm laughing]

[Pebbles babbling]

whirr whirr

whirr whirr

[snoring]

[hammering]

Oh, no, don't tell me Rubble's at it again.

That guy's gettin' to be public pest number one.

'Well, there's only one thing to do.'

Go over and silence that hammer.

The nerve of that guy

wakin' people up with his hammering.

Rubble's gonna have to be taught

to show some respect for his fellow man

and I'm just the fellow man who can teach him.

Alright, Rubble, where are you?

'Hidin', eh?'

'Well, I'm goin' to--'

Yik-e-e-e!

thud

Oh, hiya, Fred.

And what, may I ask

do you think you're doing?

I'm, uh, hammerin'.

I know you're hammering!

You woke me up with your hammering!

'Oh, uh, sorry, Fred.'

Now, I'm asking you like a gentleman.

'Stop the hammering.'

Okay, Fred, in a minute.

thump slurp slurp

There, that does it.

I'll say, that does it! Get me out of here!

I'm gettin', I'm gettin'.

Well, what do you think, Fred?

What do I think about what?

My new sport car.

Built it myself.

Isn't she a beauty?

Alright, it's a beauty. So what?

'Will it run?'

Well, it should.

'Oh, yeah? Why?'

(Barney) 'Well, it's got a blue Flint Rockarri engine'

'with a granite rock block.'

Are you trying to tell me somethin'?

Yeah, it's a six liter flat-12

that will develop 250 DP at 10,000 RPMS.

DP? What's DP?

Dinosaur Power.

Very impressive.

It's got six overhead carbo shafts

two Agate fuel injection systems

'and a seven-speed marble gear box.'

Wow, a seven-speed gear box

and two agitated fuel rejection systems?

What are you talkin' about?

Just listen to this.

[rumbling]

Ain't that a beautiful rumble?

Sounds great.

Just think, Fred.

Two hundred and fifty dinosaurs all working together

down there under the hood.

[engine revs]

[tires screeching]

Hey, hey, listen to this throbbing

pulsating piece of machinery.

How does it feel?

Ooh, it's a little spooky, Fred.

'Hey, you want to give it a whirl?'

Okay, Barney. Don't mind if I do.

Hey, let's see now. What do I do first?

Buckle your seat belt.

Aw, seat belts are for kids.

How does this thing work?

Okay, release the brake.

(Fred) 'Release the brake.'

Now, ease the shift back one notch

and away you go.

(Fred) 'Ease it back one notch'

and away I go-o-o!

Help!

How do you stop it?

Help!

vroom vroom

Help!

Somebody do something!

screech screech

Watch out on the other end!

vroom vroom

How do you stop it?

Hit the brake, Fred!

Hit the brake!

thud

Boy, were you travelin', Fred.

'I told you to buckle the seat belt.'

Rubble, you should be put away someplace.

'What's the idea building a contraption like that?'

But, Fred--

'There are kids in this neighborhood'

people on the crosswalks

cars on the streets and highways.

Well, sure, Fred, but--

Now, you put that thing in the garage

and don't ever get it out

or I'll report you to the authorities!

Okay, Fred.

(Fred) 'That thing is a weapon'

an uncontrolled, unconcealed weapon.

And you are a menace to society!

Sheesh!

Oh, this will be such a cute dress for Pebbles.

I still say she should have used taffeta.

Oh, boy, that Rubble is a menace to the neighborhood.

Do you know what I've been thinkin', Fred?

I'll get a petition and force him to move.

We should start saving up a college fund for Pebbles.

I'm tellin' you, Wilma, that guy is some kinda nut.

Neither one's heard a word the other's been saying.

Fred Flintstone, you haven't heard

a single word I've been saying.

Huh? Did you say somethin', Wilma?

Yes, I did.

I said we should start a college fund for Pebbles.

Oh.

Oh, I hope I'm not too late for the baseball scores.

A college education would ensure her future.

Well, it's a good idea

but what will we use for money?

That's what I was wondering.

It takes all I make right now

just to keep body and soul together.

But we have to think of Pebbles' future.

(man on TV) 'And that concludes'

'the baseball scores for today.'

Missed it. Oh, well.

From all over the world

race fans are thronging to Indianrockolis

for the annual 500 mile auto race.

Boy, I'd like to see that sometime.

(man on TV) 'The world's top drivers are there'

'with their fastest cars'

'each hoping to drive away with that $50,000 first prize.'

Wow!

Fifty thousand bucks!

Hey, why don't we go to Indianrockolis, Wilma?

'It's not very far.'

Fred, you amaze me.

Our child's future is at stake

and all you think about is an auto race.

Oh, but, Wilma you'd enjoy seein' those cars

barrel around that track.

Varoom!

Fred, why don't you go outside

and varoom the lawnmower around?

'The lawn has needed cutting for a week.'

Oh, boy.

[humming]

Hi, Barn.

Oh, I'm not making any noise, Fred.

I'm polishing very quietly.

Oh, never mind that.

Listen, have you got a college fund

set up for Bamm-Bamm?

A college fund? Gosh, no.

I'm still paying on his milk fund.

'Oh, stop with the jokes.'

'Think seriously about this problem.'

I've been thinkin' about it, Fred.

And there's somethin' wrong between my DP and my gear ratio.

What are you talkin' about?

Well, it makes it too fast.

'It ought to be on a track someplace.'

What did you say?

You were right about this car.

It's too hot to drive around town.

It belongs on a racetrack.

That's it, Barney. That's it.

What's it, Fred?

We're gonna enter this hot little job

in the Indianrockolis 500

and win that $50,000.

Well, gosh, Fred. I don't know--

'Listen, Barney, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm'

'have got to have an education.'

Well, yeah, but--

(Fred) 'And this is our chance to get their college funds'

'tucked away nice and secure.'

This job's a strain in the neck.

It takes money to race a car, Fred.

Here, hold this, will you?

Sure, but don't worry about expense.

We'll get an advance on our salaries.

Oh, I don't think Betty would like that.

'Well, neither would Wilma, but we won't tell 'em.'

Hey, this is gettin' heavy.

Where do you want me to put it?

'Well, just drop it anywhere, Fred.'

Okay.

Ow! Ohh!

My foot!

Have to watch yourself, Fred.

You can get hurt working around a car.

Now you tell me.

I'm sorry, Fred.

And now, about this racing.

First, we'd have to hire a driver.

Hire a driver?

- Listen, I'm gonna drive. - You, Fred?

'Sure, that will be my main contribution'

'to our partnership.'

You'll be pit man, the mechanical genius

and I'll drive.

Varoom!

Well, judging by the way

you drive home on the freeway

you ought to do real good at Indianrockolis.

I'm tellin' you, Barney that 50,000 is as good as in the bag.

What do you say, partner?

- Is it a deal? - Okay, it's a deal.

Hey, hey, we'll have to get off from work

the day of the race.

Well, my boss owes me a day off.

'It's no problem for me.'

Well, me neither.

I got my boss Mr. Slate right in the palm of my hand.

He wouldn't dare say no.

(Mr. Slate) 'No, no, no, Flintstone!'

'You may not take tomorrow off!'

I'm payin' you to stay on the job

and that's exactly what you're going to do.

- 'Is that clear, Flintstone?' - Yes, sir.

- Any other questions? - 'No, sir.'

Then get back to work.

Yes, sir.

[muttering]

(Mr. Slate) 'What did you say, Flintstone?'

Oh, I said, "briken rack-a-frack

maken frints a-brontus."

'Oh, I didn't hear you.'

Okay, we're all set. Let's go.

Off to the races!

Barney, shh! Keep your voice down.

You wanna wake Wilma and Betty?

'Oh, sorry, Fred. I didn't think.'

Barney, in this business

you gotta be thinkin' all the time.

Okay, Fred. I'll throw on my thinkin' switch.

[laughing]

Oh, quit the clownin'.

Come on, let's go.

? I went to the track ?

? With my car hopped up ?

? Doo-dah doo-dah ?

? I'll come back home with a winner's cup ?

? Doo doo-doo-doo da-day ?

? We're goin' to drive all night ?

? We're goin' to drive all day ?

? Bettin' my money on the Rubstone Special ?

? Better get out of the way ?

[both laughing]

Uh, why are we stoppin' here, Fred?

I want you to phone my boss

and tell him I'm home in bed with a cold.

Well, how come?

Well, if he thinks I'm home sick

he won't be callin' Wilma

and she'll think I'm at work.

[chuckles] I get it, Fred.

You think it'll work?

(Fred) 'Sure, all you do is disguise your voice'

'to sound like Wilma.'

Okay, Fred, if you say so.

'Hey, uh, what's the number?'

Area code is 5-3-5..

5-3-5.

(Fred) 'The number is 235..'

2-3-5

(Barney) '3-6-5-9.'

Oh, boy. That's the Bedrock Exchange.

- Uh, hello, Mr. Slate? - Disguise your voice.

(Barney as Wilma) Hello, uh, Mr. Slate.

'Uh, this is Wilma, Fred Flintstone's wife.'

Yes, Mrs. Flintstone.

- 'I just want to--' - Disguise your voice.

I mean, I just wanted to tell you

Fred is home in bed with a bad cold.

(Barney as Wilma) 'What? Uh, yeah, I know I sound strange.'

You have a bad cold, too.

Uh, I have a bad cold, too.

Yes, I'll take care of him.

Oh, you are? Well, have a good time.

Goodbye, Mr. Slate.

What did I tell you?

All my ideas work.

I gotta hand it to you, Fred.

'You're pretty tricky.'

Sometimes I say

Alexander, it might have been better

if you never had invented this telephone.

What was that you said to Mr. Slate

about havin' a good time?

Uh, bad news, Fred.

Slate's gonna be at the race today.

He'll spot you for sure.

(Fred) 'Eh, well, don't worry. I'll use a fake name'

and I'll keep my helmet and goggles on.

Nobody will recognize me.

[engine revving]

[babbling]

Yes, Pebbles, you and Bamm-Bamm may go out and play.

They're so cute at this age.

[chuckles] Yes, they are.

And Bamm-Bamm's such a little gentleman with Pebbles.

[Pebbles babbling]

thud

(Betty) 'Oh, dear. Your door, Wilma.'

I wish Bamm-Bamm would realize

how strong he is.

Oh, that's alright, Betty. He means well.

Yes. He reminds me of Barney.

You know, Barney did the sweetest thing this morning.

He let me sleep, and when I woke up

he'd already gone to work.

Fred did the same thing.

I kind of missed Barney's usual

early morning greeting of..

[imitating Barney] "Good morning, Betty

and a howdy-do-do to youty-too-too."

[chuckles] Fred's a riot, too

with his early morning questions.

[imitating Fred] "Wilma, where's my razor?

"Wilma, where's my morning grape juice?

Wilma, where's breakfast?"

[both laughing]

Oh, Wilma.

Say, I wonder why they had to leave so early.

I don't know.

My intuition tells me they're up to something.

Mine, too.

Oh, but I guess we shouldn't be so suspicious.

No, we really shouldn't.

Come on, let's watch

"The Early Early Fashion Show" on TV.

Good idea.

We have a last-minute entry, ladies and gentlemen.

Goggles Pizanno, driving the Rubstone Special.

You can see him down in the pit

'getting ready for his time trial.'

You say this is a 250 dinosaur power engine?

That's right, Goggles.

Sounds like half of 'em are sound asleep!

Don't worry, Goggles. I'll wake 'em up.

Hey, you guys, if you're gonna try to qualify

you got to go now.

Rev her up, Fred.

[engine revving]

Them dinosaurs are up and kickin' now.

Okay, take her away!

Pizanno's coming out onto the track, ladies and gentlemen.

(man over PA) 'He's refusing the usual warm-up lap.'

'He accepts the flag'

'and there he goes!'

(Betty) 'I thought you didn't care for racing, Wilma.'

Well, Fred's so wild about it

at least I can tell him who won

when he gets home from work.

This is the time trial for Goggles Pizanno.

He's driving like a wild man.

Watch it! He's in trouble on the North turn!

'He's in a spin. He's headed for the wall!'

Look at that!

'He's driving up the side of the wall. Wow!'

Now he's looping in mid-air.

'He's back on the track, heading into the home stretch.'

'What a driver! What a car! What a wild man!'

'Remember that name, Goggles Pizanno.'

'He's pouring everything into his Rubstone Special'

'in an attempt to qualify for the Indianrockolis 500.'

All I can say is that Goggles Pizanno

drives a lot like Fred coming home on the freeway.

[both laughing]

Pizanno is burning up the track

as he nears the finish line.

'Look at that combination of skill and speed!'

'And no hands!'

[crowd cheering]

That was Goggles Pizanno in the Rubstone Special.

'His qualifying time of 1.05 sets a new track record.'

[crowd cheering]

There's Barney!

I'd know that figure anywhere.

And that looks like Fred.

But he wouldn't be crazy enough

to drive in that race.

- Or would he? - He would.

They are going to race.

Oh, let's get over there and stop them.

We're too young to collect insurance.

We can take my car.

We'll drop the kids off at the nursery.

Alright, Wilma, but hurry.

Goggles Pizanno completes the list of qualifying drivers.

'The race is about to begin.'

I wouldn't have believed it.

Believed what, Slate?

That another human being

could look like Fred Flintstone.

It's amazing, but Goggles Pizanno

'looks more like Flintstone than Flintstone.'

Where are you goin'?

Down to wish Pizanno luck.

I like his style.

Is the car okay, Barney?

(Barney) 'It's fine, Fred.'

'That flip didn't hurt it a bit.'

Uh-oh, here comes Mr. Slate.

Now, remember, I'm Goggles Pizanno.

Okay, Goggles.

(Fred) 'If he finds out it's me, I'll get fired for sure.'

My name's Slate.

[Italian accent] Uh...I'm Goggles Pizanno

from the old country.

You look just like a fella who works for me.

He's a good man, no?

He's a good man, no, is right.

What about this race? You think you'll win?

That's a-right. I'm gonna win this race.

Hey, Goggles, they're linin' up.

You better get out there.

Good luck, Goggles.

Thank you very much.

Hey, it worked.

He thinks you're Goggles Pizanno.

I am Goggles Pizanno.

[laughing]

The cars are taking their position on the track.

The pace car is now in position.

'And the cars are picking up speed.'

'Other drivers are Ron Boulderson in car number 7'

'and Goggles Pizanno, driving car 8.'

I think I'll cross my fingers and toes.

And last are cars 9 and 10

driven by Rockfoot Johnson and Wheels Axlepole.

I can't get over how much Pizanno

looks like Flintstone.

(man over PA) 'The cars are now coming out of the North turn.'

'They're in good formation and picking up speed.'

Oh, dear!

We'll never get there in time to stop them.

The pace car's pulling over. They're going to start.

'The flagman gives them the green flag!'

vroom vroom

'They're off!'

'There they go!'

'What a race this is gonna be.'

In the first turn, Rocken McShale has the lead.

'Limey Whitecliffs, Weenie Rockton'

'and Bruce Gravelway are tramping on his tail.'

'Goggles Pizanno is number 8'

'zig-zagging, looking for an opening.'

Pizanno drives like someone

coming home from work on the freeway.

Watch it! Coming through!

(man over PA) 'Here comes Rockfoot Johnson.'

'He's passing Goggles Pizanno.'

[crackling]

'Pizanno is in a spin!'

'He comes out of the spin.'

Pizanno's gotten turned around.

He's going the wrong way.

(Flintstone) Look out!

Hey, you guys, you're goin' the wrong way!

screech screech

What's the matter?

You're goin' the wrong way.

Now, why didn't you tell me?

Pizanno is driving his Rubstone Special

wide open in reverse.

'He's barreling around the track backwards'

'in a wild attempt to overtake the pack.'

'Pizanno is catching up.'

'He's passed Johnson'

'and Axlepole and now Gravelway.'

'How about that, folks?'

By driving backwards

Pizanno has gained all the advantages

of a rear-engine job.

Look out! He's headed for an oil slick!

screech screech

'He jumped it.'

'Uh-oh. Looks like Gravelway may be in a little trouble.'

'Now, they're in the stretch.'

'Pizanno is looking for an opening.'

I hope we're in time.

Come on. Let's go.

Pizanno has just passed Clint Mcflint

'and he's attempting to squeeze through'

'between Boulderson and Axlepole.'

Ease over, fellas.

I can't hold it back any longer.

Careful, Fred!

Fred, come back here!

Pizanno just squeezed

between Boulderson and Axlepole

'and is right behind number 6'

'riding in his slipscreen.'

Pizanno is gaining on the leader

as they approach the North turn.

Uh-oh, Mcflint's in a skid

'and heading for the fence..'

'...followed by Pizanno!'

I don't how he did it

but Pizanno's back in the race.

'He's overtaking the pack!'

'As they go into the North turn..'

Uh-oh, Pizanno's hit the turn too fast.

I see it, but I don't believe it.

'He's actually driving on the side of the wall!'

[crowd cheering]

'I've never seen such a display'

'of speed and skill.'

'He drives like--'

I know, like he's coming home

from work on the freeway.

Look, there's Barney.

Let's get over there.

Maybe Barney can stop Fred.

Pizanno's well in the lead now.

He looks like a sure winner.

Uh-oh, he's slowing down.

'The pack is beginning to pass him.'

Barney, I want you to stop Fred this minute.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, how come you fellas aren't at work?

We were gonna win first prize and surprise you girls

with college funds for Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm

but there's no chance now.

Why not?

(Barney) 'Because Fred's wheels are chipping off.'

They're gettin' smaller and smaller

and he's goin' slower and slower.

Look.

Pizanno is trying desperately

to hold on to his ten-lap lead

but his wheels are worn down to the hub.

Come on, Fred!

Come on!

Pizanno is close to the finish line.

But he's losing his lead fast.

'Brick Bailey is leading the pack'

'into the final lap.'

'It's still anybody's race.'

Hurry, Fred! Faster! Faster!

(man over PA) 'Pizanno approaches the finish line.'

'He stopped. He has no wheels at all.'

'And here they come!'

Come on, Fred!

You can still win!

Come on! Come on!

(man over PA) 'Pizanno crossed the finish line first.'

Goggles Pizanno is the winner!

You did it, Fred! You did it!

Fifty thousand dollars!

(Betty) Congratulations!

Mwah! Ooh..

You big, wonderful, hunk of man.

If that's Goggles Pizanno

Flintstone has a problem with his wife.

Where you going?

Down to congratulate Pizanno.

Oh, Fred. I'm so proud of you.

Fifty thousand dollars! Wow!

(man over PA) 'Your attention, ladies and gentlemen.'

'Your attention, please.'

Because his car didn't finish under its own power

Goggles Pizanno has been disqualified.

[crowd booing]

'Brick Bailey is the winner.'

Fifty thousand dollars, gone.

I'm sorry, Wilma.

We wanted to get that college fund

for Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm.

Don't worry, Fred.

Fred?

So, you are Fred Flintstone.

I knew all along.

Thought you could fool me with that phony accent, huh?

Mr. Slate, I can explain.

(Mr. Slate) 'Sneaking off from work like that.'

'I'm gonna have to fire you on the principle of it.'

Nothing personal, you understand.

Just the principle.

How would you gentlemen like to earn $5,000?

Five thousand? Boy, would we.

Gee, I'll say.

Good. Here are your checks.

All you have to do is stand beside your car

and read these cards on TV.

Uh, TV?

Are they gonna be on TV?

That's right, mister.

(male 1) 'Now, here are the cards.'

'Will you gentlemen read them?'

- Okay. - Yeah, okay. Yeah.

Alright, roll it!

whirr whirr

"This time, we lost..

"But next time, we'll race

"with Flintrock Wheels and set the pace."

Oh, g-reat. Just great.

Thanks, fellas.

(Mr. Slate) 'Folks, uh, folks..'

Let me tell you something.

Goggles Pizanno is really Fred Flintstone

who works for the Slate Construction Company.

You mean I'm not fired?

Oh, of course not.

Fred has been with me for many years

and he does fine work.

So, don't forget.

'If you want a house that's great'

'just call on Slate.'

I guess we can start those college funds after all.

Sure looks like it, Fred.

[laughing]

Barney, before we go any further--

I know what you're gonna say, Betty.

And I promise not to build any more racing cars.

From now on

'I'll restrict my hobbies to the backyard.'

What about you, Fred?

[Italian accent] It's a look like Goggles Pizanno

has drove his last-a race.

From now on, he's only gonna drive on the freeway.

[Italian accent] It looks-a like Goggles Pizanno

is a-hangin' up his goggles.

That's a-right.

[all laughing]

[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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