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[theme music]

honk honk

[blows whistle]

screech

[siren blaring]

[blows whistle]

screech

[music continues]

screech

vroom

screech

crash

thud

slam

mwah

[humming]

snip snip snip

[caws]

My favorite, yabba dabba doo berry.

plop plop plop

- 'Thank you, Snipper.' - It's alright.

[tires screeching]

crash

[shattering]

Alright, Dino, daddy's home.

[barking]

The city is no place to raise a dinosaur.

[laughing]

That Dino's not gonna jump on me tonight.

Dino, daddy's home!

vroom

thud

[Dino barking]

Down, Dino. Down, down.

Heal, boy. Heal, heal.

That you, Fred?

Why don't you lie down, dear, and relax till dinner's ready.

I'm lying down, but who can relax?

Come on, put me down, boy. Down!

thud

(Wilma) 'Oh, Fred, get up.'

Well, why can't he be like other dogs

and bring things to me instead of vice-versa?

He's still a puppy.

Besides you started it when you taught him

'to fetch the evening paper.'

Which reminds me, where is the paper?

(Wilma) 'Where the newsboy usually puts it, I suppose.'

Up on the roof again?

'No, I told him last week'

you were tired of climbing up there for the paper.

So, this week he's being more careful.

'I think you'll find it in the cactus hedges somewhere.'

Don't go away, dear. Dinner is almost ready.

I'm just gonna look for the paper.

Here's your paper, Mr. Flintstone.

Put it right here.

thud

Arnold!

Can't stop, Mr. Flintstone.

I'll be late for baseball practice.

(Fred) 'Baseball practice?'

Sure, I'm a pitcher. Be seeing you.

Hmm.

Peewee League playoffs Saturday.

Bedrock versus Grittsburgh.

thud thud thud

Hail? In July?

thud thud thud

Ah, it's that gooney bird laying eggs on my TV antenna.

thwack

plonk

(Fred) '"Official Peewee League ball. Ford Brick President."'

Nice catch, Fred.

You wanna clean up your yard a little?

We're running outta balls over here.

Alright, Rubble, what is this?

That's a baseball, Fred.

All these little round things

lying on the ground are baseballs, too.

I know that, but how about them hitting my roof?

Yeah, how about that? Isn't it great?

- Great? - Sure.

Every ball that hits your roof is a home run.

Oh, yeah? Well, what about this one that conked me?

Oh, sorry, Fred, but we can't count that.

Your skull is foul territory.

What are you talking about? Who is "we?"

We is the Giants.

Eh, come on over and meet them.

Giants? Where? Where? Where? I-I don't see any giants.

(Barney) 'You're standing in them.'

- 'Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.' - Arnold!

We call him Stretch 'cause he's so tall.

[blows whistle]

Okay, you guys, out in the field and shake flies.

Except you, uh, Slugger.

Put your batting cap on

and knock out a few flies for the men.

Got you, coach.

And give it everything you got.

Will do, coach.

Hey, aren't you little Eugene Slate

my boss' kid?

My professional name in baseball circles..

swish

...is Slugger.

You want I should pitch batting practice, coach?

No, Stretch, save the old soup ball for the big game.

We'll use the pitching machine.

Okay, baby. Let's chuck 'em in there.

Eh, you want me to lob 'em or you want mustard on 'em?

Uh, mix them up.

Okay, coach.

swish

thwack

Pretty neat.

In the Peewee League we spare no expense

to bring the lads the most modern

'and up-to-date sporting equipment.'

thwack

Hey, the kids are good.

Well, I just try to give all the benefits

of my vast experience and know-how.

(Melvin) 'It's all mine. I'll get it, I'll get it.'

- 'I got it!' - Nice catch, Melvin!

I never knew you played baseball, Barney.

Oh, I never did.

Well, if you've never played where'd you get the know-how?

From watching baseball commercials.

Where else?

[blows whistle] Okay, men!

Come on in and we'll choose up sides.

Uh, you want to get in the game, Fred?

You could use a little exercise around your infield there.

Oh. Heh-heh! That wouldn't be fair.

I mean, a big guy like me on one side.

We're building good sportsmanship here, Fred.

The side that gets you, will just have to learn

to be good losers.

Okay, men, choose your teams.

And for my last choice, I'll take, um, I'll take, um..

I'll take Clarence.

Yippee! I made it! I made it!

Sorry, Mr. Flintstone, I would have choosed you

if it had been for football or tug of war

or even king of the mountain.

You would have made a good mountain.

Aw, thanks, Arnold.

But I don't know much about baseball anyway.

Well, in that case, how about you be an umpire?

- Umpire? - 'Sure.'

'You got the eye for it and the mouth too.'

'Look how good you wall me up'

when I miss your front porch with my curve

'and your paper lands on the roof.'

Umpire?

Thanks, Arnold, but Mr. Flintstone

doesn't know much about baseball anyway.

Who says I don't?

Play ball!

(Wilma) 'Look at that clock. Almost 7:00 p.m.'

If Fred doesn't come home soon, dinner will be ruined.

(Betty) Hmm, I'm used to it.

Since Barney got involved with the league

he's never home before dinner is ruined.

I can't understand where Fred went.

And I fixed his favorite yabba dabba doo berry pie for dessert.

What are you going to do?

Call Fred home the supersonic way.

With a whistle only his nose can hear.

swish

Strike one!

Strike? But that was a mile over my head.

I say it's a strike and I'm the umpire.

I say it was a ball and I'm Eugene Slate

your boss' little boy.

Well, I call 'em as I see 'em.

But I'll see what I can do on the next one.

Ball one!

You called that before the ball even got here.

So, why wait for the last minute?

So play ball or I'll throw you out of the game.

[sniffing]

swish

- 'Well?' - 'Yeah, well?'

- Too. - Too what?

Too dark to tell.

This game is called

because of yabba dabba doo berry pie.

[panting]

Hah. Stop begging, Dino.

If daddy's not home in five minutes, you'll get his hash.

(Fred) 'Wilma! I'm back!'

[grumbling]

You took the words right out of my mouth, Dino.

Boy, that exercise sure gives you an appetite.

(Wilma) 'Exercise?'

'You mean, you've been out playing polo'

'with your millionaire friends again?'

No, I've been out playing with a bunch of giants.

Ask a silly question, get a silly answer.

Gee, wait till I tell Fred that a real

big-league scout was scouting him.

Uh, let's not say anything about it, Rubble.

I like to observe new prospects in their own home.

Feel about carefully.

See if they got the stuff to be umpires.

Uh, you don't want me to tell him you're a scout?

We'll keep it hush-hush until the time is right.

[knocking on door]

(Fred) 'I'll get it, Wilma.'

- Hiya, Freddy boy. - 'Hiya, Barney. Come in.'

- Long time no see. - 'Yeah, almost 15 minutes.'

Get that snappy come back, no hesitation there.

I notice you brought someone with you.

Good eyes, quick grasp of the situation.

Uh, I'm Fred Flintstone.

Self-confidence and poise oozing out of every pore.

What are you, Rubble, a kook?

A keen judge of human nature.

- I'll ask you one more time.. - 'He's patient.'

What's going on?

You couldn't ask for better projection

right from the diaphragm.

Nice pear shape, alright.

Out!

[clapping]

Beautiful, Fred. Beautiful.

- Uh, what do you think, scout? - I got goose pimples, Rubble.

He's got the stuff to be a star.

Flintstone, my name is J. Walter Amalgam.

What would you say, Fred, if I told you

you were shaking the hand of our country's greatest scout?

I'd say, you were nutty.

He don't even know the scout handshake.

But Amalgam says we got to bring me along slow.

Maybe start right here in Bedrock this Saturday

at the Peewee League playoffs.

Hey, that's great.

With you calling the game

Bedrock would be sure to beat Grittsburgh.

Hold it, Rubble. I call 'em as I see 'em.

There's not much difference between an umpire and a husband.

They make quick decisions, never change their minds

and you can never be sure if they're safe when they're out.

I don't think Fred will go through with it.

After all he's got a good job down at the rock quarry.

And Mr. Slate would never give him time off

to play with the children.

(Mr. Slate) 'Yeah, sure.'

'I'll talk to him right away.'

Flintstone!

Whoa! Whoa!

thud

'Flintstone!'

[stammering] Um-um-um, um-um-um..

Y-y-yes, sir, M-M-Mr. Slate, sir.

Is all the folderol and fiddle-de-dee about you umpiring

the Peewee League game Saturday true?

Yes, sir.

All that folderol and f-fiddle-de-dee

is true, M-Mr. Slate.

Good, good. Take the day off.

Rest those precious eyes.

We want to make sure you see them

as you call them Saturday.

Yes, sir, sir.

knock knock knock

Just a minute! Coming!

Fred, is that you under there?

(Fred) And who were you expecting?

What are you doing home so early?

[clattering]

Were you fired?

Not only was I not fired

Mr. Slate just gave me a bonus and Saturday off.

To keep you from becoming an umpire?

'To help me to become an umpire.'

Where's the bonus?

I spent it on the tools of my new trade.

- 'What's that supposed to be?' - A chest protector.

[grunting]

- Give me a hand, Wilma. - Sure, Fred.

thwack

'I just dig that crazy turtle girdle.'

Give me my cap.

The new no-cal cap for umpires with fat head.

(Fred) 'Oh, you are a droll.'

Eh, ahem, how do I look?

'You got your hat on backwards.'

It's supposed to be! It tells people I'm an umpire.

Oh, I better go see for myself.

Hmm, heh-heh.

Hmm, not bad.

What do you think, Wilma?

(Wilma) 'Say cheese.'

Cheese.

[mirror shattering]

Fred, dinner's ready.

Sweeping off the plate. Fred, for goodness sake.

Well, I gotta get some practice, don't I?

But honestly, aren't you overdoing it?

Ah, this is a great book, Wilma. Very inspiring.

"The Power Of Positive Umpiring."

Listen to this.

"If you can keep your head while those about you

are losing theirs and blaming it on you.."

It's only a game, Fred.

'"...if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you'

and little children whistle and boo."

The Peewee League is for children.

'"If you can smile while all your friends desert you.."'

Peewee League baseball is not for grown-ups.

"...remember sticks and stones may break your bones

but names will never hurt you."

(Wilma) 'And it's supposed to be fun.'

"If you could be continued on the next page

"eh, eh, if you can be calm

"when the crowd calls you dumb

"then and only then you'll be an umpire.

You bum."

Fred, why don't you forget it?

Oh, yeah?

The kids need some sort of adult supervision

or they won't take it seriously.

I'll bet there isn't a father in town taking it seriously.

Arnold, I, ahem

had a long talk with your teacher today

and she tells me you've been neglecting your studies.

Now all you've been doing is talking baseball

baseball, baseball.

Son, I'm proud of you.

'That's the way to win.'

Hey, pa, do I really have to practice for another hour?

Of course, you have to practice for another hour.

So, put that fiddle down and go back out in the yard

and start pitching to your mother again.

Your slider needs a lot of work.

Dust her off once in a while to keep her honest.

Honest, pop, I tried and tried, but I just can't learn

to make the pivot on the double play.

What can I tell them down at the office?

I've got a son who's all washed up at seven?

Eugene, the important thing in life is to be a good sport.

Yes, sir.

It isn't just winning that counts

it's how you win.

- You understand? - Yes, sir.

And I want you to know that even if the impossible happens

and you lose Saturday, I'll still be your father.

Yes, sir.

And as your father, I'd naturally

whip the living daylights out of you!

(Amalgam) 'Flintstone, you're a stupid ape'

'a bum and a big fat robber.'

- 'I still say you're out.' - Beautiful.

You got great control.

But don't look too pleasant.

Nobody hates a pleasant umpire.

'Snarl a little bit more. You gotta be mean.'

[growling]

(Amalgam) 'Great, great.'

- 'How are your nerves?' - Steady as a rock.

[rattling]

Hmm, oh, well, you'll feel better

after you toss out your first baseball player.

Oh, I hope I do good today.

I got a lotta friends in the stands.

Friends? Don't be ridiculous.

An umpire never has any friends.

It would look suspicious.

But my best friend, Barney Rubble

is coaching the Bedrock Giants.

Excellent. Show him you're not prejudiced.

'Throw him out right off the path.'

Hi out there, you Peewee League fans.

This is your country cousin Red Blabbermouth

bringing you the first game of the season

'between our own beloved Bedrock Giants..'

[crowd cheering]

'...and their arch rivals the Grittsburgh Pirates.'

'Both teams are coming out on the field.'

'And here comes the umpire for today's game'

'Fast Freddy Flintstone.'

Look, Mr. Slate, there's Fred.

- That's my man. - Yay! Umpire!

(Wilma) 'How do you like that?'

'And I can't even get him to sweep out the garage.'

(Betty) 'And there's Barney.'

'Look, he's offering Fred his hand in friendship.'

That wasn't nice.

Fred, doesn't want to tip off the Pirates

that the game is in the bag.

What makes you think so, Mr. Slate?

I'm Fred's boss and he knows what this game means to me.

I mean, uh, the kids, heh-heh.

First man up for the Pirates is little Sonny Tungsten.

Sonny is leading the league and stealing bases

and loosing teeth.

'They're at the plate.'

'Stretch Arnold is winded up.'

'There's the pitch.'

Strike one.

Your husband has keen eye sight, Mrs. Flintstone.

swish

(Fred) 'Ball one!'

But he's blind as a bat!

Looks like it'll be a lo-o-ong, long game, Wilma.

It's been a long tough ball game.

The score is Bedrock, 17, and Grittsburgh, 16.

'The batter's up, here comes the pitch.'

swish

'Umpire Flintstone is holding up three fingers on his right hand'

and three fingers on his left.

Now he's changed into four and two.

No, he's changing that.

Now he's holding up six fingers again.

On one hand?

'Wait a minute, here comes Coach Rubble of the Giants'

'out on the field.'

'Looks like a rhubarb.'

One more crack like that, Rubble, and out you go.

But I didn't say a word yet.

No, but I know what you're thinking.

Well, what was it a ball or a strike?

[mumbling]

A ball?

Well, the least you could do is answer me.

I shook my head, didn't I?

Oh, I wondered what that rattling noise was.

(Blabbermouth) 'And now Stretch Arnold'

'is on the mount getting set.'

'He winds up.'

Here comes the pitch.

It's a change of pace, a slow ball.

'What a pitcher that Arnold is! What control!'

Izzy Norman is at bat. He swings and misses.

The ball didn't even reach the plate yet.

Uh-oh, darn it.

thud

[crowd cheering]

Wow, he didn't intend to hit it, but it's out of the ballpark.

The score is even.

But wait a minute, another rhubarb.

Both coaches are arguing with Umpire Flintstone.

But he's swung twice. That gives him four strikes. So he's out.

You're right.

He hit the ball before it reached the catcher

so it was a home run.

- You're right too. - How can we both be right?

- 'Yeah? What about that?' - Because I'm the umpire!

And what I say goes! It says so in the book!

(Blabbermouth) 'This is the last inning.'

'And there's pitch hitter, Sandy Sandpit'

with a possible tie-breakin' run at the plate.

Sandy bats in the neighborhood at 400.

'That is he's broken 400 windows in his neighborhood.'

'Arnold on the mound.'

'Here's the pitch.'

Sandy swings and it's a beautiful line drive.

And it's goin'.

Slugger Slate is after it as Sandy rounds second.

'Stretch Arnold is in there, ready to cover.'

'And Sandy rounds third.'

As Slugger Slate whips the ball to Clarence

'who relays it to Stretch Arnold, now coverin' the plate.'

'Sandy Sandpit heading for home.'

'Sandy hits the dirt.'

'It's a long slide for the plate.'

Fred, watch out!

crash

Wee! Yoo-wee!

That was a close one.

Everyone is waiting for Umpire Flintstone's decision.

(Wilma) 'Oh, I hope Fred isn't hurt!'

(Mr. Slate) 'It all depends on how he calls it.'

- Well? - Yeah, well?

Fred? Fred?

Ah, it's okay, Rubble.

I guess I was out.

Well, never mind you. All you need is a little rest and quiet.

What was the runner? Safe or out?

Uh, it was, uh..

...uh, safe or..

thud

Safe?

[crowd booing]

Just lie still till the swelling goes down, Fred.

- Boy, was he wrong! - Who was wrong?

The guy that said sticks and stones could break my bones.

He didn't say anything about those pop bottles.

Oh, my aching head.

Wonder what my boss thinks after I called Eugene out

on strikes five times.

Actually the fathers are evenly divided.

Half of them say you're a blind bandit

who should be run out of town.

And then there's the sympathetic group

'who think that tar and feathers is enough.'

Wilma, how's Fred?

It won't be long before he is back to his old stubborn self.

Oh, hi, Fred.

Um, no chance at all of you reversing your decision?

No.

(Wilma) 'See, Betty? I told you it wouldn't be long.'

Yeah, well, Fred, you know all those nasty things

Barney said to you at the end of the game?

(Fred) 'I certainly do.'

Well, he told me to tell you

he reiterates them.

Good. Tell him I accept his apology.

whoosh

thud

(Betty) 'What's that?'

(Wilma) 'It's a rock with a note attached.'

'"Reverse your decision or..'

'Yours truly anonymous."'

- Hmm. - It couldn't be Barney.

He couldn't even spell anonymous.

Well, nobody's intemedeming, indemetiming..

Nobody's pushing me around! My decision stands!

How far you figure on carrying that attitude, Fred?

(Fred) 'Why?'

You better start carrying it fast.

'Here comes a great big mob up the front walk.'

I still say we're safe.

But, Mr. Flintstone, us Giants came to appeal to you.

I'm sorry, Arnold. That won't do you any good.

I reached an optical conclusion and I am not changing it.

(Arnold) 'We don't want you to.'

You don't?

You were right.

We did lose fair and square.

And we've come to apologize

for what poor sports our fathers are.

And throwing all those pop bottles and..

...stuff like that there.

Gosh, if you don't stand up to them

they'll think they can get anything in life

by bullying people.

'That's no way to bring up a father.'

(all) 'Yeah, yeah.'

Well, well, gee-whiz, men.

That's, that's nice of you to stand behind me.

We're proud knowing a man like you, Mr. Flintstone.

Nobody can push you around.

I'm proud of you fellows too.

But I don't think winning a game is more important

than havin' fun!

(Arnold) 'Well, that's why we chose you.'

'You might be mean and grumbly, but you're honest.'

'We'd like you to do something for us.'

And the Bedrock Giants

have kindly donated all this nice athletic equipment

and the specially built baseball diamond

to you underprivileged fathers

'so you can get some good healthy exercise'

'and learn fair play.'

You mean, our sons are giving up the grand old game?

Oh, no, Mr. Slate.

They got themselves a secret sandlot

where they're gonna play by themselves

'without any adults sticking their noses in.'

But who's gonna teach 'em?

First thing the little guys need is the fundamentals.

Barney, the first thing the little guys need is the fun!

(all) Yeah, yeah!

Freddy Flintstone, you're all heart and a yard wide.

mwah

[theme music]

[yawning]

clink

slam

thud

slam

Wilma!

[banging on door]

'Wilma!'

'Come on, Wilma, open this door!'

'Wilma!'