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Good evening, Mrs. Flintstone.

I'm Stoney Curtis, your slave boy.

Stoney C-C-Curtis?

Stoney Curtis!

[screaming]

slam

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

'Stoney Curtis.'

Betty, get over here.

It's Stoney Curtis.

[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 ??

[piano music]

Isn't he gorgeous, Betty?

Absolutely dreamy.

Read the headlines again, Wilma.

With pleasure.

'"Stoney Curtis, famous Hollyrock movie star'

'"checks in at Sandstone Hotel'

"this morning.

"New movie, entitled "Slave Boy"

Will be filmed, here in Bedrock."

Wilma, why don't we go down and see him in person?

Great idea.

Fred can drop us off on his way to work.

Which reminds me.

Fred!

Breakfast is ready.

Be right there, Wilma.

I'm just combing my hair.

[instrumental music]

Hmm..

There, that's better.

Now I'm my normal, well-groomed self.

Good morning, girls.

Mind if I have a look at the paper while I eat?

Mmm. That's what I call a real he-man.

What get's me is that cute little nose.

(Betty) 'It's that manly chin that always appealed to me.'

[chuckling]

(Wilma) 'And those crazy, long lashes.'

And the color of those eyes.

Did you ever see such a deep green?

[Fred chuckling]

They, uh, happen to be

Robin's egg blue.

(Wilma) 'Green.'

Wilma, don't you think I know

the color of my own eyes?

Your eyes?

Did you think we were talking about you?

Well, weren't you?

[laughing]

Oh, Fred..

...we were talking about Stoney Curtis.

Look at the back of your newspaper.

Oh, you mean Stoney Curtis, the actor.

Yeah, he ain't so hot.

Take away his makeup, and what do you got?

(Betty) 'I don't know.'

(Wilma) 'But I'll take it.'

Ah, these Hollyrock guys

sure got you fooled.

Sittin' round the swimmin' pool all day

waited on hand and foot.

Why, a good day's work would kill 'em.

- Is that so? - 'Yeah.'

And this picture of Stoney Curtis

don't you know it's retouched?

If you saw him in person

he'd be nothin'.

Well, we'd like to go and look at some of that nothin'.

So we thought you and Barney wouldn't mind

dropping us off at the Sandstone Hotel.

It's on your way to work.

Okay, okay.

But all it's gonna do, is make you appreciate me more.

Stoney Curtis. Ah..

Imagine, Barney, goin' all the way downtown

to look at a movie star.

Well, uh, he is kinda good-lookin', Fred.

Uh, cute little nose

manly chin

crazy, long lashes

deep green eyes.

Oh, knock it off.

[laughing]

There's the hotel, Fred.

You can drop us at the corner.

Okay, but I'm sure disappointed in you girls.

Wilma, will you look at that.

'Why, every woman in Bedrock must be here'

to see Stoney Curtis.

And here he is.

[jazz music]

Come on, Betty, let's get up close.

[screaming]

Please!

It's a Stoney, attack.

Yoo-hoo, Stoney.

He's adorable!

[screaming]

Oh, boy.

Girls, please.

Will you hold it for a minute.

And listen, my director

Rocco Hemminger

has an announcement to make.

In celebration of Stoney's new picture, "Slave Boy"

we are going to have a lucky sweepstakes.

The winner will have Stoney

as their personal slave boy for one day.

[women screaming]

We left you cards in the lobby, girls.

And good luck.

Did you hear that, Wilma?

What are we waiting for? Let's fill out a card.

[band music]

Easy, Mildred.

That's a heavy rock.

Alright, let's go.

thud

Boy, what a long day this is.

That slave driver, boss of mine

waits till the last second

before he'll blow that whistle.

Ten, nine

eight, seven

six, five

four, three

two, one.

[squawking]

Quittin' time!

Yabba-dabba-doo!

Goodnight, Mildred.

Oh, goodnight, Freddie.

Hi, Barney.

Sorry to keep you waiting

but that miserable boss of mine

that tight-wad, Mr. Slate

'wouldn't think of lettin' you quit'

'a half a second before five o'clock.'

'I'm tellin' you, Barney'

'he's the meanest, most--'

Ixnay, Ed-fray.

I-it's Mr. Ate-slay.

Huh? W-what-what?

Hello, Flintstone.

Mr. Slate. Ha ha ha.

Hiya, boss.

Uh, we was j-just talkin' about you.

Yes, I know.

Phone call for you..

...slave!

Uh, thanks, Mr. Slate.

Like I was sayin', Barney

Mr. Slate's a swell boss.

Thoughtful, kind, easygoin', generous--

Knock it off, Flintstone

and answer that phone.

Y-y-yes, sir.

H-h-hello.

Flintstone speakin'.

[indistinct]

Who? Rocco Hemminger?

That's right, Flintstone.

The famous Hollyrock director.

Congratulations.

You won the sweepstakes.

You get Stoney Curtis

to work for you as your slave boy.

Who, me?

What are you talkin' about?

(Rocco on phone) 'Your wife had the winning ticket.'

'But we haven't been able to contact her.'

'Would you please stop by the hotel'

'and pick up Mr. Curtis?'

Nothin' doin'! I don't want no slave boy, or..

[chuckling]

Hey, wait a minute.

You mean he's gotta work for me?

He's gotta do whatever I say?

That's right, he's your slave boy.

Just like in the movie we're making.

You got yourself a deal, pal.

I will be right over.

Gee, Fred, you sure are lucky.

Imagine havin' Stoney Curtis

as your own slave boy, for a whole day.

[chuckling] This is gonna be rich, Barn.

Wilma thinks this Stoney Curtis

is such a great guy.

I'm gonna show her what a washout

these Hollyrock stars really are.

Oh, uh, I don't know, Fred.

I always heard he's a pretty nice guy.

Uh, you've been readin' too many movie magazines.

Well, looks like we lost out on the sweepstake tickets, Betty.

But to pick up my spirits

I bought a jar of that new beauty mud.

It's supposed to bring out the new you.

I'll be satisfied if it just hides some of the old me.

[engine revving]

Oh-ho. I hear Fred's car pulling up.

Talk to you later, Betty.

- Nice meeting you, Barney. - Uh, likewise, Mr. Stoney.

Uh, my pleasure.

- See you in the mornin', Fred. - Right.

Nice guy, huh?

Yeah.

And I'll tell you somethin', Curtis

he ain't no phony.

Now, uh, shall we go inside?

Sure, but shouldn't we have called your wife

to let her know about me.

What for? You're nothin' special.

Come on.

Hey, Wilma.

I'm home.

(Wilma) 'Coming, Fred.'

Dinner is almost..

...ready.

Good evening, Mrs. Flintstone.

I'm Stoney Curtis, your slave boy.

Stoney C-C-Curtis.

Stoney Curtis!

[screaming]

slam

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

Stoney Curtis.

'Stoney Curtis.'

Betty, get over here.

It's Stoney Curtis.

Ah, good evening, Frederick.

Frederick?

And Mr. Curtis.

What a pleasant surprise.

(Fred) 'Wait a cotton-pickin'-minute!'

What is this pleasant surprise stuff?

You saw us here a minute ago.

Oh, that must have been the maid.

Come in, Mr. Cutis, come in.

Thank you, Mrs. Flintstone.

[instrumental music]

(Fred) 'Wilma!'

Oops.

Sorry, Fred.

[grunting]

Nice place you have here, Mrs. Flintstone.

Oh, my, nothing really.

What?

Oh, uh, would you care for some hors d'oeuvres?

[ringing bell]

Oh, Yvette.

Yvette? Who's Yvette.

Oui, madame. You called?

(Wilma) 'Yes, will you please serve the hors d'oeuvres?'

Oui, madame.

What's goin' on here?

That's not Yvette, that's Betty.

You're confused, Frederick.

Betty is the upstairs maid.

Upstairs maid?

We don't have an upstairs maid.

We don't even have an upstairs!

Oh, Frederick, you're so droll.

[laughing]

Droll?

Look, Wilma, I wanna talk to you.

Will you excuse us for a minute, slave boy?

Sure. Go right ahead.

Alright, Wilma, now, what is this all about?

Why is Betty making believe she's our maid

and why are you puttin' on all these hors d'oeuvres?

I'm just trying to have things nice for Stoney Curtis.

Isn't he dreamy?

Well, I won't have all this phony baloney goin' on

in my house just to impress a movie actor.

Oh, it's just this one time, Fred.

He seems real nice.

The deal is he's our slave for a day.

So I'm gonna put him to work.

Probably for the first time in his life.

Then you'll see what spoiled soppies

these Hollyrock guys really are.

Oh, slave boy

when you get the rocks moved and the garage cleaned

you can start building the new wall.

Yes, sahib. I hear and obey.

After that, take a knock off

for some bread and water for ten minutes.

Oh, Flintstone, you're all heart.

[laughing]

Poor Stoney, Fred's really taking advantage of him.

Oh, sometimes Fred makes me so mad.

I'm gonna put a stop to this nonsense.

Really, Stoney, I'm so embarrassed.

Fred is just being stubborn.

Oh, I don't mind. The deal was for me to be a slave boy.

But Fred is carrying things too far.

I want you to stop working right now.

'You mean you don't want me to be a slave anymore?'

Right.

Well, then I'll just have to talk ol' Fred out of it.

How?

You just leave it to me, Wilma.

A thousand pardons, master.

'How high should I make the wall?'

Oh, don't matter, couple three feet is okay.

As you command, master.

Wait a minute, say that again.

I said a couple three feet high is okay.

Beautiful. Such diction.

Obviously, you've appeared on the stage.

Who, me?

Come on, now, don't hold back on me.

I know a highly trained voice when I hear it.

[chuckles]

Well, now, that you mentioned it, I was in a play once

'in drama school.'

I knew it. I knew it.

You've got actor written all over you.

No kidding.

As a matter of fact, there's a part in my movie

you'd be perfect for it.

Oh, but you'll never consider it.

I better get back to work.

No, no, no, wait a minute.

Wait, well, what's so less about a part for me?

Well, I can talk about it now. I got to get back to work.

Oh, forget it, pal, that was just a gag.

Eh, tell me, Mr. Curtis

you really think I could be in your movie?

You report on the set tomorrow morning, Fred.

See you then.

Yabba dabba doo!

Hey, Wilma!

I was wrong about Stoney, baby.

He's a swell guy.

Well, I'm glad you finally realized how wrong you are.

Yes. Stoney convinced me I'm in the wrong business.

Tomorrow morning, I begin a whole new career.

'What? What are you talking about?'

Tomorrow, Wilma, a star is born.

And don't you worry, my dear.

No matter how famous I become, it won't spoil me.

I'm gonna be the same sweet Fred Flintstone

you know and love.

Isn't it thrilling, Barney?

Fred's going to be an actor.

[laughs] Stoney is giving him a small part just for a gag.

Well, I wish Fred would come out of the house already

so I can wish him luck.

I'll be late for work and that's no gag.

(Fred) 'Good morning, Bernard.'

Holy mackerel.

(Fred) 'And how are you, Mrs. Rubble'

and you, my adorable wife?

It's a beautiful morning, if I do say so myself.

(Wilma) 'Fred, what on earth'

'are you dressed up like that for?'

Have you forgotten, buttercup?

My new career starts today.

Fred Flintstone, working man is no more.

Say hello to Fred Flintstone, m-movie star.

Movie star?

Stoney said it was just a small part.

Just to introduce me to my public, Wilma.

After that women will mob me.

'They'll clamor for my autograph, flockin' my hair.'

'But don't worry, honey'

the screams of the adoring mobs won't turn my hip.

I intend to be a simple

unspoilt movie god.

- Movie god? - Yes, Wilma.

A new life beckons and we have to get ready for it.

I've already turned in my resignation at the quarry.

- You quit your job? - 'And I'm selling the house.'

You mean, you're gonna move? Where?

To Hollyrock, of course

where us movie gods live.

So long, Wilma, I don't wanna keep them waiting

the first day, you know.

Fred, just a minute. I want to talk to you.

No time, Wilma. My public awaits.

vroom

Oh, this is awful.

I better call Stoney and prepare him for this.

No, he hasn't arrived yet, Wilma.

- Is something wrong? - Wrong?

I'll say, he's quit his job and wants to move to Hollyrock.

He thinks he is a movie star.

Please, Stoney, you've got to do something.

Alright, Wilma, don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Rocco, I want you to do me a favor.

How much will it cost me?

Nothing, Rocco, nothing.

I want you to make Fred Flintstone my understudy.

Understudy? Are you out of your mind?

Take it easy, Rocco.

He wants to be an actor and Mrs. Flintstone

wants me to discourage him.

Now, here's the plan. You go..

Understudy? Yeah, of course, I can handle it.

And, uh, maybe I could do the same for you someday, Stoney.

Uh, you are the director, I presumpt.

I think my profile has been at my full fledged, don't you?

(Rocco) Yes, it is only a half as frightening.

You better report to wardrobe and get your costume, Fred.

We're ready to shoot.

Right, Stoney baby. And you know something?

For a guy who's gonna lose his job to me

you're okay.

Alright, Stoney, we're all set.

Roll 'em.

Ah, Your Royal Highness, I know I'm only a slave boy

but I cannot resist your beauty.

Kiss me, slave boy.

(Rocco) 'Cut. Understudy, you're on.'

Who, me?

Right, Fred, you pick up where I left off.

But-but-but you were about to kiss her.

Ah-huh, that's your job. Go ahead.

Hm, Wilma won't like this.

Hey, he he, do you mind?

Of course, not, silly. It's in the script.

Come on, Flintstone, we got a picture to shoot.

Start acting.

'Roll 'em.'

Kiss me, slave boy.

Ah-huh.

You, a slave boy, dare kiss the queen.

bam

crash

thump

Alright, cut.

You were great, Fred. Sensational.

- I was? - 'Mm-hmm. Real hard.'

'Like you were really hurt.'

Oh, it was nothing. Just good acting.

Ooh, boy, what a wallop that guy has.

I don't like it, slave boy.

The king's guards can be anywhere in these hills.

I am not afraid.

I've got to deliver this message for the queen.

'It's your life. Good luck, slave boy.'

Cut. Okay, understudy, get in there.

It's your life. Good luck, slave boy.

There he is. There is slave boy. Let him have it.

Yikes!

Help!

thud

Cut. Print it.

You're a natural, Fred.

'I can see you're cut out for this easy life.'

Oh, boy.

Slave boy, you're about to meet your end.

Ha ha, you don't frighten me.

We'll see how you feel when the ferocious trucadorus

enters the arena.

Trucadorus, huh? Only one, huh?

'Alright, we'll make it three.'

Cut. Get in there, Flintstone, and make it look good.

Ah, be.. Yes, sir.

Make it look good, he says.

This is your big scene, Fred.

But-but now, what do I do?

Just stand here and look brave. See you later, Fred.

Alright. Roll 'em.

Let the trucadoruses in.

What the..

Help! Help!

thud

Great, Fred, great.

Now, in the next scene, you really act.

You meet the man-eating crocodile.

Man eating crocodiles?

Hold it, Stoney. Hold it.

I-I've been thinking about this acting business

and it's not for me.

I'm too rugged for this soft life.

I understand, Fred. Come on, I'll take you home.

I owe you an apology, Stoney.

You're not a spoilt softy after all, you're a regular guy.

And I am no actor.

Thanks, Fred. I didn't mean it to be so rough on you.

No, I'm glad it was. Knocked some sense into me.

'All I know is if my boss'll take me back'

'I'll be glad to be plain old Fred Flintstone'

'and live right here in Bedrock.'

I'm afraid it's not gonna be quite that easy, Fred.

- Huh? - A man bought our house today.

He's bringing his wife over tonight to look at it.

- He can't do that. - Gee, I'm afraid he can.

I signed a contract with a real estate agent this morning

and told him I wanted immediate action.

Oh, Fred, what will we do?

I don't wanna move.

Wait a minute. You said he's coming over tonight?

- 'Uh-huh.' - Hm.

I did a scene in a movie once. It just might work.

- Wanna give it a try? - You bet.

- Anything. - Okay.

Now, here's your chance to be an actor, Fred.

Oh, I love it, really, it's just perfect.

Then we'll take it.

And don't try to weasel out, Flintstone.

We got the signed contract you left with the agent.

Weasel out? Me? Not on your life.

I'm all packed and ready to move right now.

[doorbell dinging]

I'll get it.

[door opening]

Oh, Hello, there.

Hiya, Wilma baby?

Tiger.

Who's that?

Valentino Amoro. Our next door neighbor.

He's just a neighbor?

Yeah, friend of the wife.

I'll introduce you right after they break it up.

Say, who is this enchantress?

Been holding out on your old pal, huh?

Uh, this is Mrs. Rockindorff.

She's gonna be your new neighbor, Valentino.

Well, well, well.

How charming.

And your first name, my little dove?

Ma-Ma-Ma...Mabel.

Oh, lovely.

Tell me, Mabel, do you believe in the good neighbor policy?

You say he lives next door?

Yeah! He's an artist.

He's home all day.

Oh, Fred, I can't leave.

I just couldn't stand it.

My whole life is here. Oh!

[crying]

She must really like this house.

Uh, let's just say she digs the neighborhood.

Mabel, my dear, may I show you the garden?

- By moonlight? - Love to.

[laughing]

Just a minute, it's kinda dark out there.

(Valentino) 'Of course.'

I'd love to paint your picture someday

'if I could get some fire-proof canvas.'

I see now, why your wife doesn't wanna leave here.

Uh, yeah, tell you what, Rockindorff

I'll knock off a thousand bucks.

Mabel, come back here.

I'll make it 2,000, your wife will love it here.

That's what I'm afraid of. The deal's off, Flintstone.

I wouldn't take this house if you gave it to me for nothing.

Hey, Mabel...let's go home.

Ooh! Fred, it worked.

Yabba dabba doo!

[laughing] Oh, thanks to Stoney, we have our house back.

I gotta admit. You two did a great job of acting.

- 'I'm proud of you.' - Oh, thanks, Stoney.

We'll always be grateful.

So long, folks, See you in the movies.

So long, Stoney.

Fred, did you hear what he said?

Huh? What do you mean?

He said I did a great acting job.

So?

So I was thinking

maybe there's a part for me in his next picture.

Are you kiddin'?

Oh, Stoney, just a minute.

I wanna talk to you.

Wilma, come back here.

Now, cut it out, Wilma.

No more actors in this house.

Wi-i-ilma-a-a-a!

[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-a-a-a!

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