Original subtitles

What a cinch. Everything's handy.

A brontosaurus burger with a cactus berry malt.

One brontosaurus burger

with a cactus berry malt comin' up.

swoosh

Say, this place isn't very busy is it?

(female 1) 'Not now.'

But it picks up when the factory

over there lets out for lunch.

Factory?

[engines revving]

[alarm blaring]

'Oh! No!'

- 'Roast beef side, no gravy.' - 'Roast beef side, no gravy.'

(female 1) 'Ham and dodo eggs..'

[indistinct chattering]

Oh, let me out of here!

[theme song]

[squawks]

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 ??

[crickets chirping]

[instrumental music]

Boink!

[laughing]

Boink! Boink! Boink!

[snoring]

[laughing]

Boink! Boink! Boink!

- Get outta here! - Boink! Boink! Boink!

[laughing]

E-ow!

Fred, can't you get up without all that noise?

(Fred) 'It's that pesty, gooney bird. He's back again.'

Why can't he return to Capistranorock

or wherever else he belongs?

What a thing to look forward to all summer.

Oh, I'm so tired.

I was awake most of the night.

(Fred) 'Oh, it just could've been the pickles'

'and cactus berry ice cream'

I had to go out and get for you last night.

'I'm sorry, Fred.'

[laughing]

Think nothing of it, sweetheart.

All expecting mothers get strange cravings.

I guess so, Fred.

Now, Wilma, you stay in bed and rest

and I'll fix my own breakfast.

Oh, thanks, Fred.

I'll tippy-toe around so I won't disturb you.

Hey!

clang

(Wilma) 'Fred, what happened?'

Oh, it was nothing, dear.

I just tripped on Dino's bone.

(Wilma) 'Alright, Fred.'

[sighs]

[water splashing]

Brrr!

Oh, boy, that feels good.

? Oh my darling ?

? Oh my darling ?

? Oh my darling Clementine.. ??

Fred, please be quiet.

Oh, oh, I'm-I'm sorry, Wilma.

Go back to sleep, sweetheart.

I'll be very quiet.

Oh, dear.

[sighs]

Well, I'm not very hungry this morning.

Couple of dodo eggs

and a slice of brontosaurus ham should do it.

Let's see. I need a frying pan.

thud

[clattering]

Oh, where did Wilma hide the frying pan?

Everything else, but..

- 'Fred.' - Wilma.

I thought you were sleeping.

Sleeping? With all this racket?

Well, the frying pan is lost, and I..

Wilma's a magician.

That pan was not there a minute ago.

[instrumental music]

[sniffing]

Smoke!

'Something's burning!'

Help! Fire! Help!

[intense music]

[siren wailing]

- Fred, are you alright? - Of course, I'm alright.

[laughing] But, the hand got a little crisp.

- Now, go to sleep. - Sleep?

I called the fire department.

Now, what did you do that for?

[pounding on door]

(male 1) 'Open up there!'

Sorry, boys, I was just making my--

splash

Okay, we got it under control.

You can turn it off now!

I wish I could think

of a better way to make a living.

They are leaving, Fred. Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

I don't get it.

A guy wants to fix his own breakfast

and the whole world becomes unglued.

'No more sleeping for you in the morning, Wilma.'

'I have cooked my last breakfast.'

Amen.

It's about time you showed up, Fred.

We're gonna be late for work.

Boy, what a grouch that Fred is in the morning.

[engine revving]

Hey, did you have trouble sleeping last night, Fred?

I never have trouble sleeping.

My trouble starts when I wake up.

(Barney) 'You look worried Fred, something on your mind?'

I'll say it.

The baby's on the way

and there are so many things a baby should have.

I need more money than I'm making, Barney.

The solution's very simple, Fred.

- 'Oh, yeah?' - Sure.

Just hint your boss up for a raise.

Well, that sounds easy, but I don't dare ask.

Well, you have to have confidence in yourself, Fred.

Get in there, and demand more money.

- Yeah. - You deserve more dough, Fred.

- Yeah. - 'Yeah.'

'You, you do a good job runnin' that digger.'

Yeah.

You're gonna have another mouth to feed.

Right, Barney. I'll do it.

I'll hit Mr. Slate up for a raise, the minute I get there.

Good boy, Fred.

But first, we'll have to bypass this freeway traffic.

Okay, Fred, let's go.

(Slate) 'Eddie, Fred Flintstone is going to have a baby.'

Do you know what that means?

Yeah, yeah, a baby as a little..

...soft, cute and gold gu-gu-gu.

No, no, no!

'It means that Flintstone is coming here'

'to ask for a raise.'

Every employee here that has a baby

expects me to pick up the tab.

We've got to make an example of Fred Flintstone.

'No raise!'

But it's bad labor relations to say that.

Yes. Then we've gotta prevent him from asking.

But how?

Well, how about Operation Cringe?

Great.

Operation Cringe has never failed.

'You've justified my faith in you'

'and I've selected you to be manager of this company.'

Gee! Thanks, father.

You will practice your Operation Cringe line, son.

I'll tell Ms. La Rock what to say.

[keys clacking]

Oh, Ms. La Rock, when Fred Flintstone comes in

tell him that the manager is in with me asking for a raise.

But tell him to wait. Got it?

I got it, poopsie.

Shh, mimi, not with the poopsie.

Yes, Mr. Slate.

Ever since the last office party, I've been poopsie.

I wonder what happened.

I'll catch Mr. Slate off guard.

- It'll be a cinch. - Good luck, Fred.

- See you after work. - 'Right, Barney.'

Hello, Ms. La Rock.

I'd like to see Mr. Slate, uh, on a private matter.

The manager is in with him now, Mr. Flintstone.

He's asking for a raise.

But you can wait in his outer office.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Huh, that's a good one.

The manager's Mr. Slate's son.

How can he miss gettin' a raise.

(male 2) 'No! No, father, not that!'

(Slate) 'Out! Out! Now!'

(male 2) 'I'm sorry I asked for a raise.'

Please! Please, don't fire me.

I'll take a cut.

Did you say, "Cut?"

To the bone.

Just working here with you, is pay enough.

(Slate) 'Alright, you can have your job back.'

'At half pay.'

(male 2) 'Gee, thanks, dad.'

'Mwah, mwah, mwah. Thanks a lot.'

His own son.

Well, Flintstone, what is it you want?

[blabbering]

[instrumental music]

whoosh whoosh whoosh

Flintstone is a good worker.

Yes, that's because of our incentive plan.

What incentive plan?

Work hard or get fired.

You can't beat that for incentives.

Gee, I'm learnin' a lot from you, dad.

Did you get your raise, Fred, huh? How much?

Ah, shut up.

Oh, don't tell me you chickened out, Fred.

Yeah, I chickened out feathers and all.

You wanna make somethin' out of it?

Oh, no, not me, Fred.

Hey, let's go home.

I've been gradually picking up

a few things for the baby, Betty.

Oh, let me see, Wilma.

(Wilma) 'How about that?'

'Genuine ocelot panties.'

[Betty gasps] 'Darling, Wilma.'

(Wilma) 'A bearskin pullover for cold mornings.'

(Betty) 'Aw, isn't that cute?'

(Wilma) 'Sheepskin booties.'

(Betty) 'They're lovely.'

(Wilma) 'A saber-tooth tiger skin blanket.'

(Betty) 'Mm, that'll keep him warm.'

Let's go in the baby's room, Betty.

And look at the stuffed toys Fred made.

He likes them life-sized.

Isn't that just like Fred?

Hmm, I haven't the heart to tell him they have to go.

Uh-oh, I have a roast leg of mastodon in the oven

for Fred's dinner, and I forgot to baste it.

(Betty) 'Be careful, Wilma.'

(Wilma) 'Oh, thank goodness, it didn't burn.'

(Betty) 'One good thing about a roast.'

'You have your meal, and there's enough'

'left over for sandwiches.'

That's right, Betty.

[tires screeching]

Sounds like the boys are home, Wilma.

I better run and get Barney's dinner.

See you after dinner, Fred.

[blabbering]

- Hiya, Betty. - 'Hello, dear.'

Hey, uh, did you steam those clams for dinner?

Yes, dear. Everything's on the table.

Oh, boy, do I love steamed clams.

[growling]

[babbling]

Well, I never saw a clam any more steamed.

[laughing]

Sure loved that roast, Wilma.

Glad you liked it, Fred.

Would you give the bone to Dino?

Yeah, good idea.

Here you are, Dino, come on, boy, here's a bone for you.

[squeaking]

'Okay, fella, it's yours.'

'Heh, heh, heh, look at him go, Wilma.'

Dino sure loves bones.

thud thud thud

He's trying to get it outside.

Yeah. He wants to bury it.

Ain't that cute?

'I'll help him, Wilma, I'm going outside anyway.'

'Hey, just a minute, Dino.'

I'll help you get through the door.

crash

'How about that Wilma?'

[laughing]

He got it out by himself.

(Wilma) 'Yeah, I see.'

clop clop clop

If I can't get a raise from Mr. Slate, I'm sunk.

'I want our baby to have everything it needs.'

'But I don't know where the things are coming from.'

Everything is so expensive.

And I don't want Wilma to start worrying.

If they were smart, they'd lay eggs

like we do, and have no problems.

Hey, Fred. I've got it, Fred, I've got it.

(Fred) 'You got what?'

A way for you to get Mr. Slate to give you a raise.

Oh, yeah? How?

I figured, if someone offered you more money--

Yes, yes, go on.

Well, Mr. Slate would give you a raise to keep you.

Swell, just swell.

And whom is going to offer me more money?

Well, uh, gee-whiz, I haven't figured out all the details yet.

Oh, Barney, get outta here with your silly ideas.

- 'But, Fred--' - Out, out out!

I was only trying to help you, Fred.

Things are bad enough

without having a numbskull for a neighbor.

More like crazy ideas.

"Had somebody offered me more money."

More money.

Money.

Wait a minute. I know how it can be done.

Hey, Barney!

Just a minute, life long chum and bosom buddy.

I am not sure I want to talk to you, Fred.

Why? What's the matter?

Well, I got feelings, Fred.

And I get hurt, when you say my ideas are silly.

Then you give me the "Out, out, out" stuff.

Oh, I'm sorry, Barney.

Forgive me.

Say pretty please.

Pretty please.

Kiss my foot.

Okay, kiss your foot.

Hey, what am I doin'?

[laughing] Kiss my foot.

I almost got you that time, Fred.

Okay, okay, joke's over.

[laughing] Okay, Freddie.

Hey, uh, uh, what did you wanna talk about?

Oh, about that-that idea.

But wait a minute, what's all this with the baby elephant?

Oh, just another one of my ideas, Fred.

The little elephant's full of water.

'Watch when I start the car.'

[engine cranking]

- So? - How's that, Fred?

'The Barney Rubble Sprinkler.'

'My latest invention.'

[laughing]

Yeah, yeah, th-that's great, Barney.

Listen, pal, about that idea you had to get me a raise.

Oh, you mean about somebody offering you

more money to fool Mr. Slate?

I figured you could do it for me, chum.

Oh-h-h, no. No, no, not me, Fred.

But, Barney, pal, it's a noble cause.

It's for the baby.

Your godchild.

Hmm, well, uh, in that case..

...okay, Fred, I'll do it.

But I gotta figure out how.

Oh, you're a pal. I'll go tell Wilma.

Wilma! Oh, Wilma.

I figured out how to get a raise from Mr. Slate tomorrow.

That's wonderful, Fred.

And if you do, I can get all the things

the baby is going to need.

You do that, sweetie. The raise is in the bag.

(Barney) 'Oh, uh, Fred, will you step outside a minute?'

Excuse me, Wilma, I-I'll see what Barney wants.

How do I look in white tie and tails, Fred?

Oh, where did you get that get-up?

It's the Playboy costume I wore in the large play, remember?

[laughing] Oh, yeah.

I'm gonna wear it tomorrow for Operation Get You A Raise.

Great, Barney, real great.

Well, gotta go home, and practice up on my strategy.

See you manana.

That Barney, the nice guy.

[laughing]

A screwball, but a nice one.

[instrumental music]

Uh, good morning.

Mr. Rockafeather to see Mr. Slate

on a very urgent business matter.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Slate, a gentleman to see you, says it's very urgent.

(Slate on phone) 'Send him in, Ms. La Rock.'

Oh, boy, Barney must be in the office right now.

And in a few minutes, Mr. Slate will come out

and tell me about my raise.

Well, Mr. Rockafeather

Fred Flintstone is a valuable employee of ours

but if you want to pay him more money--

I do, a big increase.

I won't stand in his way.

You can have him.

toing

But-but-but, Mr. Slate, uh, I don't wanna rob you--

Nonsense, Mr. Rockafeather.

I like Fred Flintstone.

I'll tell him the good news.

Good news, he says. Oh, boy.

Hey, Flintstone, come here.

Sorry, it took me so long, Mr. Slate.

Come in to the office, Flintstone

I've got good news for you.

With our baby on the way

a raise would be the best news, Mr. Slate.

You guessed it, Flintstone. It is a raise.

Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Slate, thank you.

No, not me, Flintstone.

Mr. Rockafeather over there is hiring you.

Mr. S..

Mr. Rockafeather.

Mr. Flintstone, I presume.

Well, goodbye Mr. Rockafeather.

Goodbye, Fred.

Hey, Mr. Slate..

...I, I won't leave you, sir. I won't.

Loyalty means more than money.

I won't quit.

I appreciate your loyalty, Flintstone.

But for your own good, you're fired.

No! No, I wanna stay here, Mr. Slate.

Here! Please, Mr. Slate!

Security guard, please, gently escort

Fred Flintstone off company property.

(Fred) 'Mr. Slate, I like working for you. Mr. Slate'

'Mr. Slate, you're my hero..'

boing

crash

Mr. Rockafeather.

You got me fired!

But, Fred, I played it like you told me.

But-but the whole thing backfired.

Instead of a raise, now I have to tell Wilma I'm outta work.

(Barney) 'Fred, maybe this is your lucky break.'

A lucky break? Are you out of your mind?

Let's look in the want ads.

There must be 100 better jobs a smart guy like you can get.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

[instrumental music]

- "Certified Public Accountant." - Nah.

Too much paperwork.

"Tugboat captain, lawyer.

"Amateur winder, violinist.

"Short order cook."

Hold it, hold it, that's it.

- 'What's it?' - "Short order cook."

That's a sensible job for a guy who likes fix and food.

Hey, that's right, Fred.

You're a wizard of backyard barbecues.

Uh, let's see where that job is.

Oh, yeah, it's at the Brown Turban Drive-in.

[instrumental music]

(Fred) "Brown Turban Drive-in." That's it.

Not very busy, I can handle a place like that.

Okay, Flintstone.

I give you a chance, I'm desperate.

Our chef quit yesterday.

What a cinch. Everything's handy.

A brontosaurus burger with a cactus berry malt.

One brontosaurus burger with a cactus berry malt, comin' up.

Say, this place isn't very busy is it?

(female 1) 'Not now.'

But it picks up when the factory

over there lets out for lunch.

Factory?

'Well, there must be thousands of people workin' there.'

'The lone whistle.'

[engines revving]

'Oh, no!'

- 'Roast beef side, no gravy.' - 'Roast beef side, no gravy.'

- 'Ham and dodo eggs.' - 'Dodo eggs..'

[indistinct chatter]

[blabbering]

Let me outta here!

"Watch maker, pattern maker

"Tool maker, service station man."

Hmm, "Service station man."

Yeah, why not?

Okay, Flintstone, I briefed you on our operation policy.

Now, here comes your first customer.

- Good luck. - Oh, boy, my first solo.

- 'How do you do, sir?' - He's polite.

That's good.

(male 3) 'Ten gallons of Ethel, please.'

Yes, sir. Okay, Ethel, ten gallons.

Gas in, good. Checks oil.

He's disgusted because it's so dirty. Changes oil.

Very good.

This Flintstone seems to be alright.

Tips hat, waves goodbye.

Well, that's nice.

- How did I do, boss? - Not bad, not bad.

Just one little thing.

You let him get away without paying!

"Skin diver, engineer.

"Chicken plucker, dancing instructor."

But, dad, there is not one man in the company

that can operate the digger.

As manager of this company, you should be able to

take over any job in a pinch.

Now, let's go out there

and I'll teach you how it's done!

(Slate) Okay, son, push lever one forward.

thud

'I said lever one!'

I did push lever one.

- Then try lever two. - 'Okay, dad, lever two.'

crash

That's not it either, dad.

Try any lever.

bam

ting

crash

It's ruined, are you hurt, son?

Nope, but I have news for you, dad.

We have to get Fred Flintstone back again.

Meh, yeah, he's got that digger geared up

so no one else can run it.

(male 2) 'And without that digger, we can't do any business.'

That's right.

And it's gonna cost plenty to get Flintstone back.

Yeah, Rockafeather spoils his employees.

No, I can't just see Flintstone

in some real cinchy job right now.

The want ad said good job in show business.

Shee!

Hey, uh, fatso, you with the broom. Come here, boy.

Uh, how would you like to throw away your broom

and be a performer?

- Great, colonel. - Good.

'Then, come on. Let's get into your costume.'

Oh, boy.

As the birdman of razzmatazz

you fly around inside the tent

swooping down low over the cheering crowd.

'Uh, how does that sound, son?'

Swell, but, uh, I think I should mention

I, uh, don't know how to fly.

Don't worry, son. We'll get you air borne.

Now, let's make a trial flight.

And don't forget to flap your wings.

I won't forget.

'Okay, colonel, I'm ready.'

Yeow!

That's the one thing wrong with this act.

You need a new birdman for every performance.

Good thing he was a Yankee. There's too many of them anyway.

I forgot, but the colonel told me not to forget.

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, flap your wings.

I'm flying! I'm flying!

Yabba dabba doo!

'Yabba dabba doo!'

Hey, that sounds like Fred Flintstone.

Yeah, yeah, and there he is.

He's flying.

Oh, that Rockafeather and his secret projects.

(male 2) 'Let's get the company helio-copter, dad.'

- We've gotta catch him. - Good thinking, my boy.

Boy, you never know what you can do until you try.

[whirring]

Hey, Flintstone!

Just a minute, I'd like to talk to you.

Mr. Slate.

This is too dangerous a job, Fred.

No matter what Rockafeather is paying you.

Come back to your old job, Mr. Flintstone.

With a big, fat raise.

Okay, Mr. Slate, but first

I'm flying home to tell Wilma!

Fine, Flintstone. My best to the little woman.

(Fred) 'Hey, Wilma!'

Hello, Fred.

Fred? Where are you?

Here, Wilma.

I got a big, fat raise.

Now we can get everything we need.

For the baby.

Oh, Fred, I'm so proud of you.

I must tell Betty the good news.

Hello, Betty.

Oh, I just had to call and tell you that Fred got his raise.

Yes, he just flew home and told me.

toink

Flew home?

I'll call you back, Betty.

Fred, what are you doing flying around in a bird suit?

Wilma, I thought you'd never ask.

Come inside, sweetheart.

Sit down, it's a long story.

And in spots, kinda hard to believe.

[laughing]

[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!