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♪ On the fifth day of Christmas my grandkids gave to me ♪

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♪ Five granite rings ♪

♪ Four paid vacations three French maids ♪

♪ Two Piltdown snowmen ♪

sniff sniff.

It's show time.

Rizz.

Okay, read it to me, Barney boy.

Ah-ah-choo

kaboom.

Uh, gee, Fred. It says, "Fatso's House."

Flintstone, it's 6:30 in the morning.

Cut the lava loving racket.

Ha ha ha.

Oh, that's just the caffeine talking, Mr. Gravelberry.

It's Christmas. Try and show a little excitement.

Uh, who's Flintstone?

Merry Christmas. I'm..

Swish

thud...

screech.

Boy, oh, boy.

What's happened to everyone's Christmas spirit this year?

I don't know. It's probably the world, Fred.

Everywhere you look.

"The Bedrock savings and loanstone collapse."

Another drive by stoning last night.

Give me that, Barn. I am not gonna let a few, little problems

ruin Christmas for me and my family.

Oh, great, now, if I wanna read the news

I got to play scrabble first.

Ha ha ha

Wilma, did you ever notice how the boys turn

into over grown kids every Christmas.

Oh, Barney's forever trying to figure out what he's getting.

I know what you mean, Betty. Fred's the same way.

Look, I got him one of these new portable phones.

My specialty is call waiting.

Snore.

Do you think he'll be surprised?

Oh, I'm sure he will. He wants a pool table.

Ha ha ha

creak

Fred, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm just called.

They're on the next flight out of Hollyrock

and should be here by 4 o'clock.

Yabba-dabba do!

You hear that, Barn?

Little Chip and Roxy are on the way.

My grandkids are gonna see me play Santa

in the Slate Corp Christmas Parade.

Just one of the perks of working

in the biggest pit in Bedrock, eh, Fred?

But we still have lots to do before they arrive.

"Buy and decorate the tree. Hang the stockings."

"Deliver these gifts to all the neighbors."

Whoa, whoa, Wilma.

We have to wait till everyone gets here.

Kids are gonna make Christmas so special.

But at least go pick up the turkeysaurus.

And some more quartz for these gift stars.

I tell you, this is gonna be the greatest Christmas ever.

Come on, Barn.

♪ Rudolf the red nosed pterodactyl ♪

Alright, what's next, Barn?

Uh, it looks like "the A n BC market

"for Christmas crumble cake and two boxes

of turkeysaurus helper."

Make a donation for a good cause.

- What cause? - Cause I said.

Okay, give me everything you got.

Screech.

Uh-uh-uh, what do we do now, Fred?

Unless that bird is bullet proof, give it to him.

Thud.

Gee, Fred, I broke Santa in half.

Yeah, well, let's get out of here

before he pulls himself together.

'Okay, folks, sorry you have to go through this'

on Christmas eve, but we got a line up.

- That's the mugger. - That's the mugger. That's him.

I'd recognize that face anywhere.

Ha ha ha

Fred, he's just a harmless child.

Yeah, well, he was a lot bigger when he robbed us.

Kid runs this Santa sting

with a partner who plays the bottom half.

'Yeah, well, then you better put out and APB on his pants.'

This is a tapestry of justice.

I want the book throw at him.

Creak.

Stella Stalactite, Bedrock Social Services.

This is Stony, a caveless kid

from the wrong side of the tar pits.

Caveless?

Oh, Fred, he's just a child.

Sure he is, ma'am.

Would you like to see his baby pictures?

Abandoned as an infant.

Stony looted his nursery as the infamous Pinky Burglar.

He's terrorized every foster home in Bedrock.

Chomp chomp.

As a youngster he was impossible to place.

No matter how hard we tried, no one could get through to him.

I called the media.

He was even unwanted by Bedrocks most wanted.

Oh, I'm not that bad.

He stuck us up with a gun.

It was just a twig.

See it doesn't even have a twigger.

Stella, tell him that's a joke.

You're sure gonna have them in stiches down at juvie hall

this holiday, Stony.

Oh, Fred, it's so sad.

No one should have to spend Christmas in jail.

Maybe we could take him in.

Oh, sure and while we're at it why don't we see

if Charlie Manson-Stone wants to come for New Years.

Uh, I'm gonna be busy New Years, Fred.

What has happened to your Christmas spirit

Fred Flintstone?

I'll tell you what's happened to it.

It's sitting in some pawn shop with my watch and wallet.

That kid is not setting foot in our house.

And that's final.

Creak.

Whoa! Great places, Mrs. Flintstone. What a carpet.

Ill get some rock-nog. Barney, come give me a hand.

Why don't you make Stony feel at home, Fred.

Barney, you gotta help me.

Ha ha. Right, Fred. I'll hide the silver.

Whoa, Mr. Flintstone, nice TV. I can get you free cable.

Swish swish

click.

Alone tonight, cave man?

Turn us on. We're the All Cave Girl Network.

W-What.. Give me that. We'll watch what I say.

Click

flip flip.

Cable cruisers are a big pain in the beak.

'And now, the conclusion'

'of Frank Cap-Rocks holiday classic.'

Oh, this is my all time favorite Christmas movie.

We used to watch this every year when Pebbles was growing up.

'"It's a Wonderful Stone-Age Life."'

What's that sound, daddy?

Why that's a sound of another angel getting his wings, dear.

Gets me every time.

Oh, give me a break.

Christmas ain't that way for me.

What's that sound, daddy?

Is that another angel getting his wings?

No, sweetheart.

It's probably another orphan boy all alone on Christmas.

Get out of here, we don't wanna think about

people like you on a nice time like Christmas.

Thud.

Oh, what a wonderful movie.

The only wonder is that anyone believes

all this Christmas junk.

Hey, my grandkids are on their way home

and you're not gonna put down Christmas in front of them.

Why not?

It's the same as any other day of the year only colder.

Look, as long as you're under my roof

you're gonna enjoy it whether you want too or not.

'You got that?'

What is going on out here?

Kids are supposed to like Christmas, Wilma.

- This one's defective. - Fred, Stop it.

The only way you're gonna get through to Stony

is to start treating him like a member of this family.

I say, let him spend the holiday with his own family.

The Corleone Stones. Oh!

Stony, would you help us get ready for Christmas?

- Uh, I don't care. - Good.

Now the first thing we always do

is go pick out our Christmas tree.

But, Wilma, I thought we were gonna wait

until the kids got here.

Hey, Mr. Flintstone, I know where to get a tree

at a rock bottom price. Only 20 bucks.

Come on, Fred, give Stony the money.

But, Wilma.

Fred, we have to show that we trust him.

Catch you later.

Some Christmas this is turning out to be.

Cling cling...

screech.

Uh.. Stony.

Gee, I-I don't know what to say.

That's the most beautiful pine we've ever had in this house.

Thud.

Hey, that's my tree.

'Wilma!'

Fred, the boy took back the Rubble's tree.

Doesn't that tell you anything?

Yeah, he missed Betty's China.

Oh, great. Now, what?

Swoosh.

Mom, we're stranded in O'Harestone.

Oh, Betty and Barney just got here.

I'm gonna put you on the speaker phone.

Click.

Hi, everyone. We're okay, but there's a blizzard.

We just don't know, when we'll get our connector flight.

Be sure to call the minute you know, honey.

We love you. Bye, Pebbles.

Well, that does it, Wilma. Our Christmas is ruined.

Without the kids none of it's gonna be any fun.

Cheer up, Fred.

We'll all be there to see you in the parade.

- Uh, Mr. Flintstone. - What do you want?

I wasn't trying to rip you off.

You gave me 20 bucks, I got you a tree.

- What did I do wrong? - You got me my neighbors tree.

So, I'll only charge you 15.

Ha ha ha.

Fifteen. That's a good one, huh, Fred?

Ha ha ha.

Boy, oh, boy.

Girls were sure a lot easier, Wilma.

He's doing things the only way he knows how.

But at least he's reaching out to us.

Yeah, the kid's not so bad, Fred.

He just got me the All Cave Girl Network.

You've still got a child to share Christmas with

if you want.

Maybe he doesn't understand what Christmas is all about.

Because he's never had a real one before.

I'll try to make it up to you, Mr. Flintstone.

I'll-I'll scrub floors, dig ditches.

Even help you get those ugly things off your front lawn.

Ugly?

Look, Christmas is my favorite time of the year.

Just try to enjoy it. Okay?

Well, okay.

Oh-ho! I'm glad to see you two working things out.

Alright, gang. Time to make our Christmas rounds.

Everybody in the car.

You hear that, Mr. Flintstone. Christmas rounds.

Boy, am I gonna try to enjoy this.

So, can I drive? Kidding.

Creak.

♪ Santa's on his way ♪

♪ He's tearin' up the sleigh ♪

♪ It's flying into Bedrock ♪

♪ In time for Christmas day ♪

♪ The caves are decked with holly ♪

♪ And filled with Christmas cheer ♪

♪ The town is dressed in snow and so the Ice Age is here ♪

♪ Dinosaur's are hibernating ♪

♪ Everyone is celebrating ♪

♪ It's a merry Christmas in Bedrock this year ♪

Whoa!

Thud.

♪ The candles all aglow ♪

♪ And palm trees capped with snow ♪

♪ It's a Stone Age Christmas ♪

♪ In Bedrock pum pum pum ♪

♪ Dinosaur's are hibernating ♪

♪ Everyone is celebrating ♪

♪ It's a merry Christmas ♪

♪ A very merry Christmas ♪

♪ It's a merry Christmas ♪

You know, Wilma, I think I'm getting through to that kid.

I got a suit just like yours but somebody ran off with the pants.

Yeah. Things are tough all over.

I'm not the real Santa, you know.

I used to be a broker for Dragful Birnhamstone

until the rock market crumbled.

People trusted me and they got nothing.

Look at those little faces.

If they don't wind up getting what I promised

they'll be crushed. And it'll be all my fault.

Do you know the guilt that goes with this suit?

Aw, everybody could use a lift around the holidays.

Even Santa. Merry Christmas, pal.

Gee, thanks.

Merry Christmas to you too.

Ho ho ho.

What do you want for Christmas, young fellow?

Swoosh

rizz.

Look, Fred, an eight foot fur.

At these prices it better be an eight foot fur coat.

Hey, Fred, how about something in anorexic pine?

It's your grandkids first Christmas, guys.

The tree shouldn't be shorter than they are.

Unfortunately I can't print my own money.

Can you? Ha ha ha.

Hold this tree, mister.

Swoosh.

Step right up, folks.

Here, there, everywhere she goes.

Where she stops only Stony knows.

- 'It's under the number three.' - It better be under number two.

What do you know. Where's she go?

You little cheater. Give me my money.

'Help! Mr. Flintstone.'

Something tells me that isn't one of Santa's elves.

Help!

Hey, leave the kid alone, buddy.

That little rock-rat cheated me.

Stony, is that true?

No, sir. No matter what I run a honest game.

You can ask anyone.

Please, believe me, Mr. Flintstone.

Please.

If Stony says he didn't cheat you, I believe him.

Yeah, well, believe this, jerko.

Bam.

'Paging Dr. Schenck.'

'Dr. Irving Schenck, please report to OR.'

'Dr. Schenck, please.'

What next?

I've been mugged, insulted

decked with a Christmas tree.

Yeah. And now you're gonna have to eat hospital food.

Flintstone, sorry to hear about your accident.

Unfortunately it means now I'm gonna have

to replace you in the parade.

- No, I can do it, Mr. Slate. - Not a chance, Flintstone.

Your well-being comes first and foremost with Slate Corp.

Uh, besides how would it look if Santa died on our float?

Oh, Wilma, do you know how much that parade meant to me?

There'll be other Christmases, Fred.

Shoot! It's all my fault.

Flintstone's house on the double.

I have to get that Santa suit.

Oh, the things I do for my rock holders.

You did what to Mr. Slate?

But I thought you wanted to be Santa.

Swoosh.

Help! I've been kidnapped and locked in a bathroom.

Hold on, Mr. Slate, I'll get you out.

About time you got here.

Break down his door. Destroy his property.

Then get those ugly lights off his roof.

Fred Flintstone, give yourself up.

Stony, give me a han.. Whoa! Ugh!

'Come out with your hands over your head.'

Oh, boy.

'Couple of rules to remember in the joint.'

Don't call another prisoner a dirty number.

And never slow dance with anyone named Bubba.

Look, Mr. Flintstone, we got a great view

of the exercise yard.

This is the most terrible day of my life.

- Things could be worse. - How?

You could wind up playing Marie in the prison musical.

That does it.

I don't want you crossing this line.

How come your part's bigger?

Prison rule number three.

The bigger guy gets the most floor space.

Boing.

- 'Mr. Flintstone.' - Leave me alone.

'Want some of Mrs. Flintstone's crumble cake?'

The bigger guy gets the bigger half.

Well.. What're you doing with that?

On the street you never know

where your next meal's coming from.

You always save something.

Oh, thanks, Stony.

Chomp.

Too bad, this didn't come with a file in it, huh?

Ha ha ha

Mr. Flintstone?

How come you stood up for me at that Christmas tree lot?

Because that guy was gonna clobber you.

And because I believed you.

Huh! You're the first person who's ever believed me.

I wanted to ...give you something in return.

But heck, what could I give a guy like you

who has everything?

Getting the Santa gig back was all I could think of.

That's.. Stony, that's nice.

But it's just the way you did it.

It's sorta the way you do everything.

Uh, I always seem to mess up.

Hey, you can't cut corners to get what you want, Stony.

- Understand? - Yeah, I'm starting too.

Maybe I just need a little more practice.

I'm really sorry you're gonna have to spend Christmas in here.

Well, like you said.

At least we've got a great view of the exercise yard.

Yeah.

Come on, Stony, I could see your placement

with the Flintstone's went like all the others.

Hurry, Flintstone the parade starts in two minutes.

Hold on a minute, Mr. Slate.

Mr. Flintstone.

Stony!

I cleared up the kidnapping mess and you seem healthy enough

to be Santa put on you hat and let's go.

'Stony.'

Stony.

Honk honk.

Hey, Fred, glad to see you got paroled.

Get any tattoo's? Ha ha ha.

We have great news.

The kids got a flight out of O'Harestone.

They'll be here by tonight.

Yeah. Well, I got bad news.

The anti-social worker Stella Stalactite

took Stony away.

- Oh, no, Fred. - Yeah.

You know, he wasn't such a bad kid when you got to know him.

I even think he was starting to figure out Christmas.

Caw.

Pop.

What's this?

Merry Christmas, Stony boy.

Stony.

Stony. Stony, wait.

Screech.

On Donnerstone, on Blitzenquartz

on Prancerpit.

Whoosh.

Flintstone, what are you doing?

Jingle jingle jingle.

Whoosh.

Stony, wait. Don't go.

Mr. Flintstone.

Tell the gang at juvie hall.

Stony's got a home for the holidays.

Yabba-dabba-do!

A yabba-dabba-do-too.

♪ Three French maids two Piltdown men ♪

ha ha ha.

Now, the trick is to keep the pine cone moving.

Boing

he he he.

Come on, Stony, there's one Flintstone tradition

we haven't done yet.

Newest member of the family gets to hang the star.

Come on, kids, that's your cue.

Me?

Welcome to the Flintstone family, Stony.

Ting.

You know, Wilma, I got a feeling this is gonna be

the greatest Christmas after all.

♪ We all want some chocolate pudding ♪

♪ We all want some chocolate pudding ♪

♪ We all want some chocolate pudding ♪

'Merry Christmas, everyone.'