Original subtitles

[instrumental music]

- Barney! - Fred!

When do we draw?

- Keep your eye on me, Barn. - On you?

Looks like this is it, Mr. Flintstone.

Now, for the last time, shut up!

[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 ??

[upbeat music]

Whoa, you dang brontosaurus!

[neighing]

Yeow!

Ow! Oof!

[neighing]

[neighing]

What the..

(male 1) 'Sheriff Cragg! Sheriff Cragg!'

They're out! They're comin'!

Stop your fussin', man.

You're making such a breeze

you're like to blow these cards over.

You don't savvy what I'm sayin'!

They've been released.

What are you talking about, Ebb?

Rockeye Pete, Slate, and Grate

are out of prison.

(Cragg) 'The Slatery brothers are out?'

(Ebb) 'No. They're on parole.'

They went straight to the station

and bought three tickets to Rocky Gulch.

'They'll be here afore sundown.'

(Ebb) 'Ten years ago them Slatery's swore'

'they'd return and get the sheriff that put 'em away.'

B-b-but I'm not that sheriff.

Them big, strong fellers left

with the last picture company.

Here. You be sheriff.

Heck, no, when the Slatery's swear to get a sheriff

'don't matter to them which one.'

Nope, they'll just keep on shootin'

'till they find one of 'em.'

Ain't got much choice, do I?

Don't look that way.

There's 32 people in this town

counting on the sheriff to protect 'em.

Yes, sir, time like this

fella either fights it out single-handed

or runs like a yellow coward.

You getting your gun, sheriff?

No, my suitcase.

Yellow cowards like me has got to be ready to run.

[instrumental music]

I hate to tell you this, Fred but I don't think

this Geiger-counter works.

Barney, we just haven't hit the right spot yet.

[chirping]

Face it, Fred.

We're not gonna find any uranium rock.

Well, so what if we don't?

We're seeing the West, Barney.

We're out in the big country

whar men are men.

And the women are mad at us.

[laughing]

Hey, what they need is some music.

- Yeah, yeah. - Come on, pal.

- One more time. - Okay.

? Oh give me a home ?

? Where the buffaloes roam ?

? And the dear little dinosaurs play ??

Here go the range riders again, Wilma.

How did we ever get talked into this?

When Fred came home with that

find-it-yourself, uranium kit

I laughed.

[laughing]

I thought he was kidding.

Ooh, boy.

Some vacation, 1200 miles from nowhere.

No movies, no restaurants

no beauty salons.

And I miss Bamm-Bamm.

And I miss Pebbles.

[backfiring]

Now what?

[backfiring]

No gas.

Lucky thing you filled that emergency can at the last town.

- Oh, Fred, uh-- - Boy.

I'd hate to be stuck out here without any gas.

Fred, uh..

(Fred) 'Where is it, Barney?'

- You mean the gas can? - 'Yeah.'

(Barney) 'On the lunch counter with the extra peanut butter sandwiches.'

Oh, good. Well, let's have..

"Lunch counter?"

That town's 50 miles back!

So, this is how the West was won?

[panting]

- Do me favor, will ya, Barney? - Yeah.

Next time you and I go on a vacation together, stay home.

Oh, yeah. I'll be glad.

Now, Fred, it could happen to anyone.

Look, here's a town.

Isn't it darling?

'A real old-fashioned Western street.'

(Fred) '"Tourist welcome'

'to Real Old Western Ghost Town."'

Well, let's hope the ghosts have some gas.

Uh-oh. Sounds like someone's a-comin'.

Couldn't be them Slatery's.

Train ain't due till sundown.

"Check your gun at the door."

Oh, isn't that cute?

[chuckles] How about this?

They left a prop gun.

Stick 'em up, partner.

Careful, Fred. That may be loaded.

Wilma, I know a toy when I see one.

Watch.

[gunshots]

It's them!

Hey, anybody here?

Okay, Rockeye, you got me.

- Cragg! - Fred!

My old high school pal!

blam

My old buddy!

thud

How are you, chum?

Fair to middlin', pard.

Doing okay?

I ain't complained.

thud

Let's renew old acquaintances.

Coming, you old coyote.

Oof!

thud

(Wilma) 'Fred, what are you doing?'

Just met an old friend.

"Old Rough-and-tumble Fred" we used to call him.

He's pretty handy with shootin' irons, ain't he?

Oh, not really.

Come on, Fred. Let's talk about old times.

Great. But first tell me, what are you doing here?

So, I got myself a rope act, joined the rodeo

and wound up here as sheriff.

A real live sheriff. Imagine.

Didn't really want the job

but after I captured them

twenty desperate criminals single-handed

well, folks just forced it on me.

Oh, that's the bravest thing I ever heard.

Big deal. Come on, Fred, let's get the gas.

Yeah, he always was a big loud-mouth.

(Cragg) 'How about you, Fred?'

Bet you had yourself some real rootin'-tootin' times.

Well, now that you mention it

I've had a few adventures, yes.

So, there I was just me and the five desperados.

Here we go again, Wilma.

They were comin' at me all at once.

Luckily, I learned this trick

from an old Indian on the reservation.

Luckily, he learned this story

from an old Western on television.

They went this-a-way, so I went that-a-way.

Wap! Zappo!

Pow! Pow!

Well, I think we got ourselves a new sheriff.

Suppose he don't want to stay?

He'll have to.

My gas pump just broke down.

Get it?

(all) Yeah.

Then I grabbed my empty gun

and bluffed them.

[gunshot]

Watch it, buddy. Watch it.

Fred, ol' horse, out West we have a custom

man shows he's brave

we make him sheriff for a day.

Oh, yeah, come on, Fred. We got to get going.

Me, be sheriff?

For a day.

Don't be dumb, Fred.

You don't know anything about being--

Make you a deputy, Mr. Rubble.

A deputy?

Oh, Mr. Flintstone I'm your new deputy.

[instrumental music]

How long to Rocky Gulch, Brother Rockeye?

Two hundred miles, Brother Slate

afore we blast this here sheriff.

And so, by the power invested in me

I hereby appoint you

sheriff of Rocky Gulch for a day.

I do.

[all cheering]

[sniffling]

[sobbing]

Wilma, what's the matter?

I can't help it, Betty.

I always cry at weddings and swearings-in.

I sure do want to thank you fellers for the honor.

Me and my deputy will do our best to, uh..

Hey, say, what do we do?

Not a thing, old buddy.

Just enjoy yourself. Meet the folks.

This here's Digger Stone, our local undertaker.

Oh, you're measuring me for my sheriff's suit?

Uh...undertaker?

Goody.

He'll take our king-size model.

I'll be here whenever I'm needed.

Uh, Mr. Cragg

this being sheriff for a day is all in fun, isn't it?

There isn't any danger involved, is there?

Danger? A quiet town like this.

Not likely, ma'am.

[gunshots]

Barney, put down that gun.

Oh, gee, sorry. I didn't know it was loaded.

Hey, Mr. Flintstone, have you noticed

that everyone around here seems scared of somethin'?

[chuckling]

Well, I don't know about anyone else

but I'm scared.

- You are? Why? - Why else?

The girls have gone shopping.

[laughing]

'Come on. Let's get something to eat.'

'Over to Kitty's Place.'

Gee, I hope Kitty can cook, Mr. Flintstone.

[chuckling]

"Last chance trading post."

Golly, just like in the movies.

- Yes. Help you ladies? - Why, yes.

(man on radio) 'We interrupt this broadcast for a special news bulletin.'

'The famous Slatery brothers'

'were released from Alcarock Prison today.'

Oh, no!

'Old-timers will remember the Slatery's'

'as the notorious..'

Excuse me.

Got to close the window, lock the doors, hide the safe.

- What's happening? - I don't know.

Isn't this where the sheriffs' wives

come to buy their clothes?

Hey, you're the sheriff's wife?

Well, I, uh..

Here's the entire stock of ready-to-wear

for sheriffs' wives, ma'am.

Help yourself.

But every single thing here is black.

Yes, ma'am. It's the way of the West.

Ms. Kitty, you sure set a mighty fine table.

Yeah, but what do you reckon all this is going to cost?

Cost you? Why, this is on the house.

It's the least I can do considering..

Considering what, ma'am?

Why, considering that you two wonderful, brave heroes

are gonna stand up and face the Sla..

I declare!

Don't you know better than to..

[whispering]

You haven't told them?

Told us what, Fred?

Yeah, that's what I want to know, Barney.

Count on me, honey.

I'll see that they hang around.

- Hang around what? - Huh? Hang who?

Relax, boys

and sashay over to the rockbox.

Time for a little dancin' Western style.

I hate cowboy music.

ding

? Now you put your foot ?

? When you do-si-do ?

? And I hug you and around we go ?

? This may be dancin' Western style ?

? But if by chance your wife comes by ?

? It'll be murder Wilma style ?

[chuckling]

? Do-si do-si do-si-do ?

? Oh do-si do-si do-si do-do ??

thud

- I can explain. - Never mind, Fred.

Betty and I have been talking.

We want to get out of here if we have to walk.

Now, girls, Kitty was just being friendly, Western style.

Oh, it's more than that, Fred.

There's something strange going on here.

Can't you smell it?

[sniffing]

- I can, Wilma. - 'Well, I don't.'

You don't feel anything strange, huh, Fred?

No, and I intend to stay right here

and enjoy being sheriff.

Okay, but if nothing's wrong

why is Sheriff Cragg sneaking out of town

'with his suitcase?'

Huh?

Where you going, Cragg?

Oh, uh, Fred

uh, just taking my clothes to the laundro-rock.

[laughing] Oh, boy.

Are you guys suspicious.

He was just taking his clothes to the laundro-rock.

[chuckles]

In a suitcase?

How long till we blast the sheriff, Brother Slate?

Rocky Gulch is the next town, Brother Rockeye.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Boy, a free guided tour of ghost town.

This is what I call friendly.

This is what I call suspicious.

Yes, Fred, we think Cragg and his friends

are deliberately trying to keep us here.

That's ridiculous!

You'd think they were expecting some bad guys.

Yeah, to come into town and blast us. Ridiculous.

[chuckling]

Next stop, folks

Digger Stone's Old West Wax Museum

straight ahead.

Welcome. Welcome, my friends.

Gee, what a spooky place.

Yes, isn't it?

Now observe to my right.

Masterpieces embalmed in wax.

'The late Red Boulder.'

'Sixty notches on his six-shooter'

'till he met up with Chief Rain On The Rocks.'

'And on his slab'

'Old Tombstone McBluff'

famous Dodge 'em city lawman.

May he rest.

Do you run this?

I thought you were the local undertaker.

Oh, I am. I am.

This is my sideline.

My regular business has been a bit slow lately.

Could pick up at any time, though.

(Fred) '"The Slatery Brothers."'

'Mean looking bunch.'

Sure hate to run into them on a dark night.

- Don't worry. It won't be dark. - What?

I, uh, said let's hurry and get to the park.

The park?

Our Old West amusement park.

You wouldn't want to leave town without seeing that.

[chuckling]

Care for a brontosteerus pony ride, sheriff?

Well, not today, thanks. I, uh--

Come on, sheriff. Give you a free ride.

Well, actually, I'd rather..

Figured the sheriff of the day

would want his picture took on one of those.

Yeah! Always put them in the local paper.

Oh, in the paper, huh?

Well, glad to oblige, fellas.

Oh, and, uh, better give me a bigger mount

a little more spirited, if you know what I mean.

You just climb up here.

Then you just climb down on Killer's back.

- 'Killer?' - That's what he said, Fred.

Yeah, yeah, I-I got ears.

Steady, Killer. Steady, boy.

[neighing]

Way to go!

Yeow!

Fred!

Ride 'em, Freddy boy!

[snorting]

Hey, uh, hey, here comes Fred.

And there he goes.

thud

Hold it.

Sheriff of the day in repose.

[chuckling]

Care for a little target practice, sheriff?

Don't mind if and I do.

- Be my guest, sheriff. - Watch this, Barney boy.

(Barney) 'Yes, sir, Mr. Flintstone, sir.'

[gunshots]

I missed.

Like heck you did.

Why, he can't outshoot them Slatery's.

Got to admit. He's a terrible shot.

And he can't help us either.

I'm getting out of this town.

Say, what's he running from?

That's his business. Mine is looking up.

[chuckling]

Boy, it sure got quiet all of a sudden.

Yeah, I was just noticing that.

Hey, Fred, look over there.

- 'It's Sheriff Cragg.' - 'And that guy Ebb.'

- Hurry up, Ebb. - 'I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!'

Hey, something's going on.

You can say that again.

- Okay. Something's going on. - Oh, shut up!

Step on it, Cragg! It's almost sundown.

I know. We gotta get out of here afore sundown.

What's with this sundown business?

Come on, let's see if we can find out

anything at the barbershop.

I'm with you, sheriff.

[chuckling]

The barber's still there.

Play it cool. Mouth shut. Ears open.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir, Mr. Flintstone.

Will you cut that out?

- 'Evening, barber.' - What?

What are you doin' here?

Uh, me and my deputy came for a shave and a haircut.

But it's almost sundown.

Uh, something special happening at sundown?

Yeah, something we should know about?

Why, uh, sit down, fellers.

There's always time for a close shave.

Brace yourselves, gents.

- 'Yeow!' - Next!

A lawman's got to be able to take it, deputy.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

You just relax.

Let those old pores open up.

Hey, came back to warn you. Clear out!

Ssh! Ssh!

Come on, boy, you don't want to be around

when them Slatery's come gunning for a sheriff.

(male 2) 'Quiet!'

Sure feel for anybody having a shootout with the Slatery's.

'But he said he could shoot.'

That's why we made him sheriff.

Come on!

Well, now we know.

Yeah, Barn, now we know.

Oh, boy, me and my big mouth.

I just knew there was something wrong. I just knew it.

Hurry up, will you, Fred?

'Come on, Fred. The train is in.'

(Wilma) 'Don't worry, Barney.'

The Slatery brothers won't mistake Fred for a sheriff now.

Remember, this was Wilma's idea.

(Barney) 'Yeah, good disguise.'

(Wilma) 'If he wasn't so homely'

'he could pass for your mother.'

Oh, is that so?

Please, Fred, no mother-in-law jokes now.

Now, we'll all stroll out of town casually

right under their noses.

No, I won't buy it.

Okay, so you want to get shot full of holes.

No, sir, I am not running away.

Fred!

Wilma, I've shot off my mouth once too often.

Now, I'm going to stay and face it.

Oh, please, Fred, don't be a hero now.

I love you as a coward.

Sorry, Wilma, I accepted this badge

and I'm going to live up to it.

- 'Fred!' - Boy, is he brave.

That's the stuff legends are made from.

Also widows.

[sobbing]

[instrumental music]

- 'Fred, come back!' - Sorry, Wilma.

I've got to go through with it.

It's the way of the West.

[sobbing]

Barney, where are you going?

I gotta join my buddy. Who knows..

...maybe they'll write a folk song about us.

Hey, Mr. Flintstone, wait for me!

Oh, shut up!

Here they come, Barney.

Are you ready to fight?

Uh, no, but I'm ready to faint.

Oh, Wilma. I'm scared.

[sobbing] Me, too.

I wish this was a bad dream.

Better yet, a bad movie.

Then the cavalry would come charging over the hill

and rescue them.

[bugle call]

Wilma, do you hear what I hear?

I sure do.

And, look, here they come.

[bugle call]

What's with the bugle, Brother Rockeye?

Search me, Brother Slate.

Oh, we'll take care of hot lips on the bugle

after we bury the sheriff.

- Barney! - Fred!

When do we draw?

- Keep your eye on me, Barn. - On you?

That's not the cavalry.

Pinch me, Betty.

I think it's The Cartrocks.

The Cartrocks?

[bugle call]

Looks like this is it, Mr. Flintstone.

Now, for the last time, shut up!

[bugle call]

[gunshots]

Hey! Hey, look, Fred!

(Barney) 'It's those TV stars, The Cartrocks.'

The Cartrocks?

Well, reckon we got here just in time, pa.

Gee, fellas, how did you know we needed help?

We watch your TV show, Mr. Flintstone.

We always help out.

It's the way of the Western.

[chuckling]

Oh! Those wonderful, wonderful men!

How can we ever thank you for rescuing our husbands?

Oh, they didn't really need us, ma'am.

No, sir, any fellas brave enough

to stand up to the Slatery's

could've taken them without our help.

Right, pa?

[groaning]

(Betty) 'We're so proud, Barney.'

Ditto, Fred, dear. And you're all so brave.

Shucks, madam.

We just stepped in for the exercise.

Things been a little dead around the Rockarosa spread.

Before you go, could we have your autographs?

And for Bamm-Bamm and Pebbles, too?

[chuckling]

It's my pleasure, ma'am.

Mine, too, right, pa?

Afternoon, all!

Goodbye! We'll be looking at you.

So long!

We'll be watching your show, too!

[bugle call]

Aw, shucks.

Just my bad luck.

Another happy ending.

[all laughing]

And there's Fred in one of his better moments

'as sheriff of the day.'

ba ba ba ba ba

honk honk honk

Wilma, you slipped that in.

[laughing]

There's Fred in one of his better moments

'as sheriff of the day.'

(Betty) 'And there's his cute little deputy.'

Boy, that was some adventure we had, huh, Fred?

Yes, sir. And speaking of adventure..

(Wilma) 'Where did that come from?'

'I did a little slipping in of my own.'

'There was this ad in the paper, Wilma.'

Oh, no!

For ten bucks, you can buy a do-it-yourself

deep sea treasure hunting kit.

- Sounds great, Fred. - No, Barney.

Listen , they send you a map, rent you a boat..

No!

- And give you samples. - No!

And a chest to put your gold in.

(Wilma) 'No!'

And you can buy scuba equipment at a discount.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

[chuckling]

[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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