Original subtitles

(Miss Cobblehoff) 'That's it, bublichka, stretch.'

[grunts]

'Stretch the muscles.'

'Stretch.'

creak

Okay, Freddy boy, now, putting down the leg.

[groaning]

I can't, it won't get down.

Do you getting cramp in the leg?

[laughs] That's nothing, bublichka.

I'll fix it.

Easy.

Easy.

There, it's down.

The other way was better.

Honest, Miss Cobblehoff.

I think you're right, Freddy boy.

[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 ♪♪

[Fred snoring]

Fred. Get up, Fred.

You'll be late for work.

Come on, Fred, get up.

[instrumental music]

[snoring continues]

Oh, dear, I've never heard of anyone

sleeping as soundly as he does.

Well, if it has to be, it has to be.

clang clang clang

[whining]

[Dino whining]

Sounds like Wilma is having trouble

getting old Freddy boy up this morning, Betty.

[laughs]

Wilma has trouble getting old Freddy boy up every morning.

Yeah, Fred doesn't go to sleep, he hibernates.

[laughs]

That's it, Dino. Easy.

Easy.

There, he's on his feet.

Now, now, let the bed down.

'Easy, easy.'

'That's it. Thanks, Dino.'

[Dino whining]

'Fred, wake up.'

You have to go to work.

You know, work.

Money, pay the rent.

Groceries.

Bowling.

Huh? Bowling?

That's it.

Now, stay awake, Fred.

Get washed and shaved while I fix breakfast.

Uh, b-b-bowling.

I-I'll be with you in a minute, Barney.

thud

Oh, dear, Fred must've crawled out the window again.

Come on, Dino.

'That's it.'

'Upsy-daisy, Fred.'

'Alright, Dino, let's go.'

arf arf arf

Well, uh, wh-wh-what happened?

Nothing, Fred, just get shaved.

Wilma, where's my shaver?

'In the medicine cabinet, dear.'

Oh, yeah, yeah, I see it.

Hmm. Empty again.

[bees buzzing]

Gotcha, you little bumble.

[buzzing continues]

What's taking that man so long?

'Hurry it up, Fred, breakfast is ready.'

Be right with you, honey.

'Oh, Fred, are you still using'

'that greasy kid stuff on your hair?'

[giggling]

Oh, Flintstone, you're a livin' doll.

Duh, what's the use?

One or two eggs, Fred?

'Just one, I'm not hungry this morning.'

Okay, you watch the toaster when it pops up.

[cracks]

[sizzles]

[rattles]

[crashing]

Someday, somebody's gonna figure out

a better way to make toasts.

Here you are, Fred. Your egg's ready.

Now, try not to hit the fence this morning.

Your judgment of distance has been very bad lately.

Why don't you go back to bed and leave the drivin' to me?

[imitating Wilma] "Just don't hit the fence."

Oh, boy.

I happen to nick the fence yesterday

I'll never hear the end of it.

crash

(Wilma) 'Fred, are you alright?'

Yeah, I'm alright and I hope you're satisfied

with what you've done.

What did I do?

You jinxed me, that's what you did.

"Don't hit the fence, don't hit the fence," you tell me.

Alright, Fred, I'm sorry I knocked the fence down.

Okay. But hereafter, watch it.

vroom

[sighs]

I wonder if any other wives

have as much trouble

getting their husbands off to work.

[instrumental music]

[whistling]

Hey, Flintstone, this rock goes next!

Okay, Charlie!

'Easy, now, that's it.'

'Up, up, up!'

Where does it go, Charlie?

- 'In the truck.' - Right!

'Little more. Little more.'

'Okay, drop it.'

thud

(Charlie) 'Hey, Flintstone!'

That's the second truck you've wrecked this week.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

My timing seems to be off.

You can say that again.

Boy, how clumsy can a guy get!

Oh, boy.

Two trucks in one week.

They won't stand for that much longer.

[alarm blaring]

Lunch time.

[upbeat music]

Here he comes.

And there he goes.

vroom

How about that?

Fred's been bowling on his lunch hour every day

for the last two weeks.

I guess he's practicing for the big game

with the Rockland Rockets.

Aw, Fred doesn't have to practice.

He's the best bowler in town.

screech

Hi, Fred, over here in Alley 4.

(Fred) 'Let's go, pal.'

[crashing]

Gee, Fred, did you hurt yourself?

No, I'm okay.

But I can't figure out why I'm so awkward lately.

I can't seem to do anything right.

Fallin' down steps, smashin' up trucks.

Even my bowlin' is way off.

I can't seem to throw a strike anymore.

You're just temporarily out of rhythm, pal.

Bowlin' with me every day will bring it back.

- You'll see. - Well, I sure hope so.

The big match with the Rockland Rockets

is next week.

Yeah, and our team is countin' on you

to win for us.

So, uh, grab a ball and let's get practicin'.

Right, coach, I feel better already.

(Barney) 'That's the spirit, pal.'

Hey, I'll start the game.

(Fred) 'Yeow!'

Uh, what happened, Fred?

I dropped the ball on my big toe!

Well, I'll say one thing.

When you get clumsy, you don't fool around.

[laughs]

Well, that's game, Fred.

Now, let' see, uh--

Hey, I got a nine in the last frame, not an eight.

Okay, nine.

Instead of a 63, you got a 64.

'Uh, that's closer to breaking a hundred'

'than you have been all week, Fred.'

Sixty-four?

[shudders]

I'm all through.

I-I can't bowl anymore.

[crying]

Uh, no, no, Fred, don't.

Uh, listen to me, Fred.

Hey, stop it.

Uh, excuse me, pal, but this is for your own good.

thwack

- Thanks, Barney. - Anytime, Fred.

Hey, come on, we got time for one more game.

I feel confident, Barney.

This is gonna be a strike, I can feel it.

Attaboy, Fred.

Uh, let's see that old form, huh?

[drum roll]

swish

thud

[cracks]

Uh-oh, time's up, Fred.

It's 1 o'clock, I gotta get back to work.

Yeah, me too.

swish

Hey, Flintstone!

I wanna talk to you.

Uh-uh, the boss.

Now, I'll catch it for being late.

Yeah. Yeah, hiya, Mr. Slate.

- Y-you, w-wanted to see me? - Yes.

- Do you know what time it is? - Uh, y-yes, sir.

But I-I'm sorry, I'm-I'm a little bit late.

You're a lot late, Flintstone.

But it's okay.

I know you were practicing for the big match.

- 'You know?' - Uh-huh.

And did you know your fellow employees

are betting a month's wages on your team?

A m-m-month's wages?

'Yes.'

'They got a lot of confidence in you.'

Oh, boy.

'And the company has a big ward'

'writing on you also.'

Huh?

We have to pay for the trucks

you've been smashin', you know.

[chuckles]

Oh, yeah, yeah, th-th-the trucks.

[chuckles nervously]

Otherwise, we'd have to dock you for the damage.

Now get to work.

Hey, Fred, all me boys

are bettin' on you next week.

And we're all sore losers.

thud

[laughs]

Ugh. What a spot I'm in.

That darn fly, he's disappeared again.

I've got to get rid of him before Fred gets home.

He can't stand flies in the house.

- There he is, Wilma. - Where?

(Betty) 'Behind the V-A-S-E.'

'Look out, he's coming this way.'

I see him.

swish

Grab a newspaper and help me, Betty.

Okay, drive him over here.

Missed! I'll get him.

bam

Oops!

- Did you get him? - Uh, yeah.

I got him good.

Uh-huh, I think I'll go home now, Wilma.

I'll leave by the back door.

Alright, Betty, and thanks for helping me

get rid of that fly.

Oh, yeah. Sure.

By the way, Fred's home.

'See you later.'

Fred's home?

Why doesn't he come in?

thud

Fred, what's the matter?

Nothin'. Nothin' at all.

I'm just on a lucky streak.

Only the luck is all bad.

- But what made you fall? - 'Who knows?'

I don't even know why my head hurts.

But I got no time to figure it out now.

I got somethin' big to worry about.

Well, sit down and eat, Fred.

I'm sure you'll feel better.

'I fixed your favorite dish.'

'Barbequed brontosaurus ribs.'

No, no, I'll-I'll skip dinner.

I don't feel hungry.

Fred Flintstone not hungry?

[squawks]

And after I hit Fred with the newspaper

I left without telling Wilma.

- I feel so ashamed of myself. - Well, forget it, honey.

Uh, you couldn't hurt Fred with an old newspaper.

He probably thought it was some kind of joke.

[laughing]

Yeah, I think that's very funny.

Well, I don't.

And after dinner, I'm going to apologize to Wilma.

Fred, if you're going to mope all evening

and won't tell me what's worrying you

'I might as well go to bed and read a good book.'

[mumbling]

I'll turn on the TV.

It may snap you out of it.

See you later, Fred.

[mumbling]

(man on TV) 'Good evening.'

Welcome to the Bedrock Dance Studio Hour.'

Are you awkward, uncoordinated?

Have you got two left feet?

Rhythm is the secret of success in many activities.

Dancing, golf, swimming, bowling..

Bowling!

Let the Bedrock Dance Studio

help you regain your youthful rhythm and coordination.

Hey, maybe they could help me get my bowlin' form back.

I'm gonna run right over there now.

(receptionist) 'Good evenin', sir.'

'Are you interested in joinin' our group?'

(Fred) 'Yeah, I wanna improve my bowling'

like the man on television said.

I see.

Well, a course in ballet

would be best for you, sir.

Bowling and ballet have a similar rhythm.

Good, good, I gotta get in shape

for the big match next week or I'm sunk.

When do I start?

You can start right now.

Miss Cobblehoff's ballet class is in Studio 8.

We have a new pupil with us, darlings.

A Mr. Flintstone.

He wants to get his bowling form back in a week.

We will do our best to help him.

And here he is.

'Mr. Flintstone, come out, darling.'

[laughing]

Now, Mr. Flintstone, watch a few ballet steps.

See how graceful Natasha is.

[piano music]

Oh, I couldn't do anything like that, Miss Cobblehoff.

Of course not, Freddy boy.

You will have to limber up first.

Stretch the muscles on the bar.

'That's it, bublichka, stretch.'

[grunting]

'Stretch.'

creak

'Okay, Freddy boy'

now putting down the leg.

[cracking]

I can't, it won't get down.

You getting cramp in the leg?

[laughs] That's nothing, bublichka.

I'll fix it.

Easy. Easy.

There, it's down.

The other way was better.

Honest, Miss Cobblehoff.

[cracks]

I think you're right, Freddy boy.

Honestly, Betty, I think it's very funny

you accidentally hitting Fred with a newspaper

and leave without mentionin' it, it's hilarious.

Well, I know it was a silly thing to do

but, I guess I just panicked.

'Well, forget it.'

Fred never even mentioned a word.

[door opens]

Oh, here's Fred now.

I'll apologize to him.

I didn't even know he was out of the house.

Fred! What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

I just feel like hoppin' on one foot.

Goodnight.

Betty! Oh, Betty!

Good mornin', Wilma.

Come on over and have some coffee.

Not now, Betty.

You come over here.

I wanna show you something.

What's wrong, dear? You look real worried.

Fred didn't go to work again this morning.

He called up and said he was sick.

'Well, maybe he is.'

Look down in the basement.

See what you think.

(Fred) 'And, uh, one, two.'

'One, two.'

Up, up-up-up.

[piano music]

thud

Oh, dear, he isn't kidding.

He is sick.

D-do you suppose that hit on the head

with the newspaper shook something loose?

(Wilma) 'I don't know but something is going on.'

'He's been acting screwy all week long.'

He's out all hours of the night

and you know what that means.

- What? - Another woman.

Somehow, I've failed Fred as a wife.

Oh, nonsense, Wilma.

There's no other woman and I'll prove it.

Tonight when Fred goes out, give me a buzz

and I'll have Barney follow him.

'We'll find out what he's up to.'

But I'm sure there's no other woman, you'll see.

[sniffles] I hope you're right.

[telephone ringing]

(Betty) 'Hello!'

Oh, Wilma, he just left, huh?

Okay, Barney will follow him.

Uh, Fred's leaving, Barney.

Barney, what have you got on your face?

It's a false moustache

so Fred won't recognize me.

Hey, uh, how do I look?

'You look like Barney'

'wearing a false moustache.'

Now get going and don't lose him.

'Oh, I won't.'

Wilma, I'll be right over.

We'll wait for Barney's call together.

[instrumental music]

- Hiya, Barney. - Hiya, Fred.

Oops.

[in false accent] Oh, uh, pardon me

I mistook you for Fred Flaphauser.

Uh-uh, my cousin on my mother's side.

Oh, uh, excuse me.

Hmm, sure looked like Barney.

Boy, that was a close one.

Uh, I almost gave it away.

Oh-oh, he stopped in front of the Bedrock Dance Studios.

Uh, what would Fred be doin' in there?

[piano music]

[faint applause]

Congratulations, Freddy boy.

You have learned to ballet in a week.

You will have no trouble with your bowling now, I bet you.

Oh, thank you, Miss Cobblehoff.

Before you go, how about dancing

"The Swan Lake" with the whole group?

Put on your skin divin' suits, girls?

We are divin' into Swan Lake.

[piano music]

He's been in there for a half an hour.

I'll take a peak and see what he's up to.

This waiting is awful.

I wish Barney would call.

Well, he-he-he will, he will.

As soon as he finds Fred.

Now, now, try to be calm like me.

[telephone ringing]

The phone!

Barney, you found Fred?

It's Barney, he found Fred.

Is he with another woman?

He isn't with another woman.

Oh, thank goodness, I was wrong.

He's with ten other women..

...at the Bedrock Dance Studio.

What? Ooh, that man.

Come on, Betty, we're gonna pay a visit

to the Bedrock Dance Studio.

[piano music]

[music continues]

thud

[mumbling]

I'll give you two minutes to get out

of that black underwear and get dressed, understand?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, sure, Wilma.

Oh, boy.

Well, Fred explained the whole thing to me last night.

And was it a doozy.

He said he was taking ballet lessons

to help his bowling game.

His bowling game?

Mm-hmm. Can you imagine?

So I said, I'm gonna watch you bowl

on the big match tonight

and you're gonna prove it or else..

Oh, you're not gonna clobber him with that bone, are you?

Oh, no.

This is for Dino.

'Here, Dino, here's a brontosaurus bone for you.'

[barking]

That's a good boy.

Here, catch.

[laughs]

Where's Dino going with the bone, Wilma?

- Oh, it's going to bury it. - Bury it?

It'll be all day digging a hole big enough.

I know, but after all, what else has he got to do?

[whining]

Barney, I feel awful.

I don't know if that ballet stuff

is gonna help my bowlin' or not.

You got good rhythm, Fred. That's all you need.

Yeah, but if I don't bowl good tonight

Wilma won't believe my story

all the guys will lose their dough

and I'll probably lose my job.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Step on it or we'll be late for the game.

Hey, Joe, here comes Barney and Fred.

- Boy am I glad to see Fred? - Hiya, fellas.

Uh, you can start now, we're here.

[crowd cheering]

Remember those smashed trucks, Fred.

[laughs]

Hey, Fred, the sore losers are here

to protect their bets.

[laughs]

Oh, brother.

The fat guy is Flintstone, their top man.

He is the one we Rockland Rockets gotta beat.

Yeah, he's real good.

Okay, Fred, you lead off.

Go get 'em, boy.

Yeah, Fred. Let's have a strike.

A-a strike.

Okay, I'll-I'll try.

Fred better be good tonight

or he's in trouble over that ballet routine he gave me.

[drum roll]

swoosh

thud thud thud

[all laughing]

Right in the gutter.

The great Flintstone!

[laughing]

A gutter ball.

Hey, wh-what happened, Fred?

It's no use, Barney, I just can't bowl anymore.

Oh, sure you can, Fred.

You got your rhythm and coordination back, remember?

Yeah, but only when I do the ballet.

Ballet?

Well, Fred, bowl ballet style.

Ballet style?

Yeah. Why not?

Uh, let's see, uh..

Here's a good number.

[switch clicks]

A classic.

After ten years of rock 'n' roll

my kind of music.

Oh, boy.

[squawks]

[classical music]

crash

Yabba-dabba-doo!

(Barney) 'Attaboy, Fred, that's the old form.'

'Good ol' Fred.'

Is that legal?

Nothin' in the book against it.

[music continues]

crash

Hurray! It's another strike.

Yippee!

Fred told the truth.

He's combined bowling with ballet.

Oh, look, Barney is bowling the last frame.

If he makes this strike, we win.

Keep your fingers crossed.

swish

crash

- Rake the rubies. - Yabba-dabba-doo!

Hurray! The Water Buffaloes win.

Thanks to Fred and his ballet lessons.

Those guys are a bunch of birds.

Yeah, cuckoos.

But they clobbered us.

Hurray for Fred!

Flintstone is our hero.

Hurray!

Fred, honey, do you think

I could learn to dance the ballet.

Why, I don't know, Wilma.

Let's find out.

Go ahead, Wilma.

If Fred can do it, it'll be a cinch for you.

- Ready? - Uh-huh.

[drum roll]

A-a-h!

Well, that answers my question.

I'm strictly the waltz type.

[laughs]

That's the type I like best, sweetheart.

mwah

[giggles]

Oh, Fred.

mwah

[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!