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Fred, where are you?

whooshing

[grunting]

Hold on, Fred! We're coming in for a landing!

[dramatic music]

Wilma, watch out for the pier!

Will you quit back-seat surfing! I can see it!

Help!

rattle

[cheering]

[theme music]

caw

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]

Boy, this is the life!

You want to go on a vacation

just leave the kids with the mother-in-law

and go, go, go!

Yeah, but where? Where are we going, Fred?

Oh, relax, Barney. Leave it to me.

Ooh, imagine, no housework for two days!

No cooking, no washing, no cleaning.

And no reservations.

- This is spring vacation, Fred. - So what?

So every place we go will be jammed.

What are you talkin' about?

We're the only ones on the road.

[engines revving]

We're the only ones on the road, huh?

Okay, okay, I did make reservations.

Now, we agreed to let me pick the place for this weekend.

- Right? - Right, but--

And I told you I knew the perfect place

to get away from it all, right?

- Right, Fred, but, uh-- - But what, but what?

What're you worried about?

I wanna know where we're going to get away

so if we don't like it we can get away before we get there.

Oh, brother.

(Wilma) Slow down, Fred! This is a toll bridge.

Here you are, buddy.

Okay, Mack!

[squeaking]

thud

I found a spot no one has ever heard about.

It's called Rock Island.

- Now are you happy? - Nope.

I think we should have waited

until the kids are back in school.

What kids?

[screeching]

Come on, man! Surf's up!

Say, what do you want me to do, applaud?

[squeaking]

[engine revving]

Where are all those kids going?

I don't know, but I'll guarantee

there won't be any of that at Rock Island.

No excitement. Just lie in the sun and sleep.

[instrumental music]

[banging]

Where-where do we put the Flintstones and Rubbles?

Give them Suite 206.

And don't forget to nail that table down.

I wonder why they choose this time of the year.

Maybe they can take it.

'I guess they didn't hear about what happened last year.'

Stop talking and keep nailing.

- We haven't much time left. - 'Right.'

It's one hour to countdown now.

It is? Well, hurry. Put up the Jimmy Darrock posters.

[music continues]

Yes, sir.

I'm sure glad this is my last show for a while, Al.

- I'm really beat. - I know you are, Jimmy, baby.

And I have personally arranged for you

to go on vacation starting tomorrow.

- A vacation. Great. Where? - Where? Ha!

Where would I send my boy to rest his tired tonsils?

To lie in the sun, to swim in the sea?

- Where do you think? - Uh, Nassau.

Bermuda, the Riviera?

'Shall we try Rock Island?'

Rock Island?

Man, the National Surfing Finals

are held at Rock Island, aren't they?

I, err, um, err, uh

heard something about that, yes.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

I present the awards and headline the show, right?

It's only one night. The rest of the time, you rest.

Rest? At the surfing finals?

'Jimmy, please. By now, you should trust me.'

'Already now, yet by now.'

There! You are a lifeguard.

- A what? - Disguised, bubie.

So your very own mother would not know you.

For three days, you sit up on that little chair.

You get sun. No one bothers you. Brilliant plan, hey?

Uh, suppose I have to rescue somebody?

So what is wrong with a little exercise?

- 'You're on, Mr. Darrock!' - Go, kid! Make money!

And here he is, singing his number-one hit recording..

...Jimmy Darrock!

[audience cheering]

[instrumental music]

? Wax up your boards get your huarache sandals on ?

? The woodie is ready to go I got a big gun board ?

? I want to see how she handles ?

? When I take her to the TJ Slope ?

? We're going to shoot the curl and walk the nose ?

? And laugh at the gremmies trying to hang five toes ?

? So wax up your boards ?

? Woo ooh ooh ? ? Wax up your boards ?

? We'll be heading out on a surfing safari ?

? Down Surf Route 101 ?

? There'll be a million wahinis wearing bikinis ?

? And guys in ??pin-striped trunks ?

? Yeah we'll be grabbing the rail and pushing through ?

? If you want to come along now you know what to do ?

? Just wax up your boards ?

? Ooh ooh ooh ?

? Wax up your boards ??

[girls cheering]

That's Jimmy Darrock. Isn't he dreamy?

What, did we do, get a foreign language station?

Don't be a square, Fred.

That's the most popular song in this country.

Song?

I thought we were tuned into the mating call

of a sick brontosaurus.

Hey, that's very funny, Fred.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

Well, here we are! Beautiful, isn't it?

And look at that beach. Not a soul on it.

'We got the whole place to ourselves.'

Funny. I keep thinking I've heard of this place.

Did I ever mention it to you, Fred?

No, you didn't. Rock Island is my idea.

Now let's register and get right down to the beach.

- I'm dying for a swim! - Me too, Fred.

It's been a long, hot trip.

Gee, you were right, Fred. A whole beach to ourselves.

Oh, it's almost too good to be true.

That's just what I've been thinking.

Did you see the funny look the manager gave us?

Barney, you know what kind of a guy you are?

If I bowled 200 you'd figure

there was something wrong with the pins that day.

- Start countdown. - Roger.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen..

Come on, Barney! Let's relax and hit the surf!

Surf! That's why I've heard of Rock Island.

Of course, they had the big surfing finals here last year.

...eight, seven, six, five..

Fred, we've got to get our money back and get out of here!

...two, one, blast-off!

Get outta here? Wilma, what are you talking about?

[rumbling]

- 'Hey, come on, man!' - 'Let's get out there!'

- 'My turn!' - 'Wee-hee! Yay!'

- 'Boy, look at those waves!' - 'I'm going to shoot the tube!'

'Last one in is a gremmie!'

"The perfect place to get away from it all," huh, Fred?

"A spot no one ever heard of," huh, Fred?

[stammering] What's going on?

Every spring vacation

Rock Island is overrun with teenagers.

They have the National Surfing finals here.

Last year, they jammed the place. It was in all the papers.

And you brought us here to rest and relax.

Ha! Who can relax with that racket goin' on?

[instrumental music]

Hold it! Hold it!

What's wrong with being around a little action?

- What are we, old fogies? - Oh, no you don't, Fred.

You can't wiggle outta this one.

The idea of a vacation is to have fun.

You can do your sleepin' at home.

You said we were gonna get away from it all.

Well, so I made a mistake. Why fight it?

Come on! Let's go swimmin'!

- Look out for the waves, Fred! - Don't worry, Wilma!

I know how to body surf! Watch!

[whooshing]

- Cool, man. Cool! - What a boss trick, boss.

What do you call that maneuver, dad?

Uh, body-surfing, Honey Lulu style.

Honey Lulu style? Man, it sure is different!

- How about teaching it to us? - Sure, I'll be glad to.

If you guys'll teach me some of those dance steps.

You got a deal, dad. Come on, join the gang!

- Well, look at that. - Is that Fred?

Like I always say, "Where would the country be

'without it's teenagers?"'

I don't know why I let you talk me into this, Al.

Jimmy, sweetheart, look around you.

Every kid here is a champion surfer.

You will never get off of that chair.

(Jimmy) 'What about that fat guy?'

'He looks good for a rescue or two.'

Him? Don't you know a professional when you see one?

That guy has only gotta be their coach.

Gee, Mr. Flintstone! You dance divinely!

You're pretty good too.

? Yeah yeah yeah ?

Oh, brother! Now I've heard everything.

Well, Fred always said "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

Join 'em? He's coming loose at the seams.

Uh, what's that, Mr. Flintstone?

I call this "the Surf Stomp."

? Too too te too too too te too too ?

? Wax up your boards get your huarache sandals on ??

Ooh, good morning, Mr. Flintstone!

Good morning, my dear. Gonna do a little surfing?

Well, remember, that the skeg goes

underneath an aft, not topside forecastle.

How about that, he reads one magazine

and he's an authority on surfboards.

I appreciate your help, Mr. Flintstone.

Please, don't be formal.

Just call me Troy.

(all) Troy?

I'll forecastle his topside!

Hey, the water's great, Wilma! Why don't you and Fred come in?

If you're talking about the overaged idol

of the stone board set, he's busy at the moment.

'He finally found one person on the beach'

'who has to stay and listen to him.'

So, uh, then I had this big wave, see, and it was curling.

But I knew if I wanted to be champion I had to ride it in!

Some champion. He gets seasick in a bathtub.

- So you know what I did? - No, Mr. Flintstone. Tell me.

Look, Alice, isn't that lifeguard Jimmy Darrock?

Sure looks like him. Let's ask.

Pardon me, sir, but aren't you--

Yes, my dear, I'm Troy Flintstone

and you wanna see me body surf, right?

Last one in is a hodad!

Fred, you just ate!

What's that got to do with anything?

Oh, I can't look!

[thudding]

[waves crashing]

I knew it! I knew he'd get in trouble showing off!

Help! Help!

[gurgling]

Hold on, Flintstone. I'll save you.

It's alright, Wilma.

That lifeguard's pulling Fred out of the water.

crunch crunch crunch

- Boy, that was a close one. - Yeah, like it sure was.

Lucky I was there to pull you out.

Well, that sea water must've pickled something upstairs.

You're not a bad swimmer, son. All you need is some confidence.

- Thanks, daddy. - Well, I can help you there.

You know, back home, they call me a regular fish.

I'm perfectly at home in the water.

Oh, boy, you give that Fred an audience

and he really hams it up.

Well, that ham is gonna be barbecued

if he doesn't cut out this nonsense.

[knocking on door]

Wilma, Betty and I are going to the beach!

- You wanna join us? - 'Sure! Come on in.'

[instrumental music]

Wilma, what on earth are you doing?

I decided if Fred's gonna be the Cary Granite

of the teenage set, I'm gonna be Tuesday Kelp.

Hiya, Mrs. Flintstone.

You're gonna try a little surfing today?

I will if the water isn't too rough.

Gee, that lifeguard sure looks familiar.

Uh, if you're looking for Mr. Flintstone

he's right over there.

[instrumental continues]

[chuckling] Hey! Fred is getting pretty good.

Pretty good at making himself look silly.

Hey, gang! Surf's up!

- Surf's up! - Surf's up!

Hey, fellas! Wait for me!

Surf's up!

Oh, no! Fred, come back! The water's too rough!

Hey, look out, Fred! There's a big wave's behind you!

Huh?

[whooshing]

Holy mackerel!

Wow-wee! Look at that Mr. Flintstone go!

- What is he saying? - Help!

Help!

- I can't look. - Me neither.

thud

[instrumental music]

crunch crunch crunch

Thanks, young man. I'm sorry he's so much trouble.

Glad to be of help, Mrs. Flintstone. Bye.

Alright, Fred. Will you stop it before you hurt yourself?

Are you kidding? I'm like a fish in the water.

Come on, Barney. Let old Troy show you how to water-ski.

Oh, uh, excuse me, Betty.

But I better go along and keep an eye on old Troy.

Alright, Barney, but please, do be careful.

- Oh, no. Not again. - There's nothing to it, Barney!

'Just keep your eye on me!'

What's the problem, Jimmy, bubie, baby?

That fat guy, I've pulled him out of the water so much

I'm growing scales.

[dramatic music]

What's the matter, Barn? You scared?

- Well, I-I was just wondering-- - About what?

About that rock we're gonna hit.

What rock?

[crashing]

See what I mean? There goes Operation Blubber again.

Well, this is certainly turning

into a cozy little weekend for two.

Yeah. I wonder how King Neptune is doing.

Probably teaching the fish to swim.

[laughing]

- Mrs. Flintstone? - Oh, no! Not again!

I wish you'd keep him onshore. I'm getting waterlogged.

I don't know who I feel sorrier for

us, the boys or that poor lifeguard.

I hate to admit it, Wilma, but I'm pooped.

Don't tell me the Bedrock Cannonball

finally ran out of steam.

Sorry, Wilma. I don't blame you for being mad.

But I promise not to leave your side

for the rest of this vacation.

- Oh, Troy! - Oh, hey!

The surfing finals are starting!

We've been looking all over for you!

- Well, I, uh-- - 'Come on, come on!'

- 'They want you to help judge.' - No kidding!

- Fred! - Well.

- If they really need me, I-- - Come on, Troy!

- They're waiting for you. - Wilma, I'll be back!

- Surf's up to 18 feet! - It's really breaking big!

I'll can tell you something else that's breaking big.

My temper!

Alright, Barney, we'll go back to the beach

but no more water-skiing.

I promise, Betty. I ain't gonna listening to that Fred again.

[instrumental music]

"Surfing Awards Tonight.

Starring Jimmy Darrock!"

Hey, that's him! That lifeguard's no lifeguard.

- That lifeguard is-- - Jimmy Darrock!

- Jimmy Darrock? Are you sure? - Posilutely.

What a waste, all this time, we've been on the beach

and he was in the water with Fred.

Ho-ho! Wait till Fred finds out.

[giggling] Will his face be red!

Come on. I can't wait to tell him.

And here comes, last year's champ

Vernon Stonehedge.

'He's working it clean. Good form.'

'Perfect control.'

- Do you see Fred? - No, I don't.

- There he is! - Come on, Troy.

- Don't be modest. - But, I.. Hey!

[laughing]

We have another entry, ladies and gentlemen!

Fred "Troy" Flintstone!

Oh, Barney! This is terrible! Fred doesn't know how to surf.

Not knowing how to do something

never stopped Fred from doing it before.

Well, I'm gonna stop it this time.

He could get hurt out there!

Fred. Wait a minute. I have to talk to you.

I'm a little busy at the moment, Wilma.

Alright. Then I'm coming out there.

Wait a minute, we've got another entry, ladies and gentlemen

'Mrs. Wilma Flintstone!'

Wilma, what're you doing out here?

I haven't wanted to say this before, Fred

but you're making a fool of yourself.

Oh, is that so? Well, I'll show you a thing or two.

- Fred, watch out! - Huh?

[whooshing]

Help!

[dramatic music]

Fred, where are you?

[grunting]

Hold on, Fred! We're coming in for a landing.

Wilma, watch out for the pier!

Will you quit back-seat surfing. I can see it.

Help!

[whooshing]

[music continues]

[cheering]

Wow-ee! Yes, sir!

Ladies and gentlemen that's the most spectacular example

of tandem surfing I've ever seen.

How about that? Isn't Wilma terrific?

Yeah. Women drivers in the ocean. What next?

It's the unanimous opinion of the judges

that first prize go to

Mr. and Mrs. Flintstone!

[cheering]

And now, to present the trophy

your favorite star and mine

Mr. Jimmy Darrock!

[crowd applauding]

Thank you, thank you.

And I thought he was just a lifeguard. Oh, boy!

- Do I feel like a dope. - It's alright, Fred.

You deserve some kind of a trophy for this weekend.

It, uh, gives me great pleasure to award this prize

to one of the nicest, warmest, young-at-heart couples

I ever knowed. Mr. And Mrs. Flintstone.

Aw, shucks.

[crowd applauding]

Thank-thanks, boys and girls!

And if anybody wants a few pointers..

...uh, my wife, Mrs. Troy Flintstone

will be glad to give some lessons.

And now let's have some pointers on singing

from our favorite lifeguard!

[crowd applauding]

[instrumental music]

? You know it happens every summer ?

? The minute school lets out ?

? All the surfers and their honeys ?

? Start to scream and shout ?

? Camping out at the beaches ? ? Ooh ?

? They won't be home for days ? ? Ooh ?

? Yeah everybody's gone crazy with the surfin' craze ?

? You'll see them surfin' at Redondo Beach ?

? Surfin' craze ? ? In the TJ Slope ?

? Rock Island Beach and the Rincon ?

? They'd all be walking the nose ?

Play it up, Nancy!

[music continues]

? Ooh ?

? Ooh ?

? Ooh ?

? Ooh ?

? You'll see them wearing their goggers ?

? And their baggies too ? ? Ooh ?

? Driving 'round in their woodies ?

? Down to Malibu ? ? Ooh ?

? You'll see them shooting the tube now ?

? Catching the waves ? ? Catching a wave yeah ?

? Hey everybody's gone crazy ?

? With the surfin' craze ?

? You'll see them surfin' at Redondo Beach ?

? And the TJ Slope ?

? Rock Island Beach and the Rincon ?

? They'll all be walking the nose ?

? Yeah everybody's gone crazy ?

? With the surfin' craze ?

? Yeah everybody's gone crazy ?

? With the surfin' craze ?

? Wow everybody's gone cra-a-zy with the surfin' craze ?

[instrumental music]

Hi, Betty. Have you unpacked yet?

Just finished and am I glad to be home.

Being a teenager is fun, but our age is much more comfortable.

Fred'll vouch for that.

He had to take a vacation

to rest from his vacation.

At least he got that teenage stuff out of his system.

And how.

I don't think Fred wants to hear

another surfing song as long as he lives.

[drums beating]

Betty, get over here right away.

There's something strange going on in our garage.

[instrumental music]

? You know it happens every summer ?

? The minute school lets out ?

? All the surfers and honeys ?

? Start to scream and shout ?

? Everybody's gone crazy ?

? With the surfin' craze ?

Hiya, girls!

You are listening to the Surfside Two Plus Two.

Available for parties, picnics and weddings.

? You see them surfin' at Redondo Beach ?

? And the TJ Slope ?

? Rock Island Beach and Rincon ?

? They'll all be walking the nose ?

? See them wearing their goggers ?

? And their baggies too ?

? Everybody's gone crazy ?

? With the surfin' cra-a-aze ?

? Yeah ??

[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!

[banging]

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