Original subtitles

[theme music]

[whistling]

[siren blaring]

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(male announcer) 'And here they come, ladies and gentlemen.'

'Approaching the 18th tee.'

'The finalists'

'Ben Bowlder and Fred Flintstone.'

'It's been a nip and tuck battle all the way.'

'Fred Flintstone is still leading by two strokes.'

'The winner will get the trophy'

'and be the champion of the annual tournament'

'given by the Loyal Order of Dinosaurs.'

'Alright, it's Ben's honor'

'and he's ready to tee off.'

whack

'A beautiful shot!'

'Right down the middle of the fairway.'

'Now here is a diagram of this'

'460-yard par-4 hole.'

'And here is the distance traveled'

'by Ben Bowlder's great tee shot.'

(man on radio) 'Putting him in perfect position for his second shot.'

- 'Wilma, Wilma.' - Hi, Betty.

Are you listening to the tournament?

(Wilma) 'I wouldn't dare not listen.'

- Isn't it exciting? - Well, I hope Fred wins.

But I can take it or leave it.

You know, if Fred wins I'll never hear the end of it.

Yeah, and if Fred loses

you'll never hear the end of it.

(male announcer) 'And here's Fred Flintstone.'

'Very cool.'

'He's got a tough shot to beat.'

thwack

'Uh-oh, he hit that one real fat.'

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'Well here's Fred Flintstone set to tee off again.'

'And Fred's a little nervous.'

'Just a little.'

'He knows he has his work cut out for him.'

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'Uh-oh, Flintstone's hit a screaming line drive.'

[ricocheting]

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'It looks like Flintstone's in trouble.'

'Back to the diagram for a look at the path'

'of this ridiculous..'

'Uh-uh-uh, uh, impossible shot.'

'This is a big decision for Fred Flintstone.'

'The question is'

'should he take a penalty stroke'

'or should he..'

[applauding]

'Well, how about that?'

'Flintstone is going to play it where it lies.'

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[applauding]

'We have just seen the greatest shot ever made.'

'The ball's heading straight for the green'

'and passed right over it.'

(all) Oh.

[snoring]

(male announcer) 'Too bad.'

'More hard luck for Fred Flintstone.'

'A lot depends on Ben Bowlder's next shot.'

whack

'And it's a beauty.'

[clattering]

'Fred Flintstone needs a miracle to pull this game'

'out of the fire.'

[snoring]

'And he's going to give it'

'that old college try.'

'One thing about Flintstone, he's a fighter'

'who doesn't know the meaning of..'

'...the word "quit."'

[snoring]

'Oh, this is a tense moment, folks.'

[Fred echoing] 'Fore!'

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(male announcer) 'It's in! It's in!'

[applauding]

- He won! He won! - Oh, hurray for Fred!

'Ladies and gentlemen.'

'Ladies and gentlemen.'

Listen, listen, listen.

'Nothing like this has ever happened before.'

'A sensational finish.'

'Fred Flintstone, the new champion, is walking towards'

'the chairman of the tournament committee to receive the cup'

'and they've never had a more deserving champion.'

'Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.'

'Something's up.'

'Barney Rubble, president of the lodge'

'apparently wants to take the cup away'

'from Fred Flintstone.'

Don't tell me they're at it again.

- They'll never quit. - 'Oh, this is unbelievable.'

(male announcer) 'They're struggling over the cup.'

'Uh, let's ask one of the other members what this is about.'

- 'Uh, you, sir.' - Who, me?

'Uh, yes, could you tell us'

'what this is about?'

Well, it all goes back to a meeting, a month ago

when the lodge was holding

its annual election of officers.

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We will now proceed with the election of the president.

You will all vote for either Fred Flintstone

or Barney Rubble.

(Fred) 'Mr. Chairman! Mr. Chairman!'

Uh, what is it, Brother Flintstone?

Well, as you know

I've been lodge president three times

and although I'm greatly honored

I would like to withdraw

'and move that Barney Rubble'

'be elected'

'unanimously.'

Me?

Me?

- Me! - 'Second the motion.'

[all cheering]

Speech! Speech! Come on, pal, speak.

Oh, gee, this is the

the greatest day of my life.

Gee, w-what an honor.

A-and the man I have to thank for it is Fred Flintstone

'my-my bosom buddy'

'close friend and lifelong pal.'

Oh, Barney.

sniff

Cut it out.

I promise to be a good president

and put the lodge back on its feet financially.

There's only one way to do it.

'By collecting back dues.'

'And believe me, that's what I'm gonna do.'

That's the way to do it, prez.

Three cheers for Barney Rubble!

Yabba-dabba-doo!

Yabba-dabba-doo!

Yabba-dabba-doo!

And that's what led up to the fuss taking place

between Fred and Barney now.

(male announcer) 'You mean it has something to do with back dues?'

You get the picture.

Oh, no, you don't.

Oh, yes, I do.

[panting]

Oh, what's the big idea trying to take my cup?

I, I won the tournament.

And that makes no difference.

It says in the bylaw, section 42

"no member shall be entitled to receive a trophy"

'"unless his dues are paid up to date."'

I'm only a month overdue.

That makes no difference. A month is a month.

And a thankless friend is a thankless friend.

And any lodge you're a member of

I don't want any part of.

'And that goes for the cup, too.'

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Rules are rules.

No dues, no trophy.

Ooh, my pointy head.

What about Fred? Is he still on the rampage?

Worse then ever.

'Barney's name can't be mentioned in our house.'

- Not only that-- - 'Wilma.'

- Uh-oh. - 'Wilma.'

(Fred) 'I would like to speak to you.'

Hmm. I see what you mean.

But it can't last forever.

Now listen, Fred.

You listen to me.

Barney Rubble is my enemy.

Betty is married to him.

'That makes her my enemy.'

- And.. - Oh, Fred.

'I don't want you talking to the enemy.'

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

Hi, Wilma. What's new on the Western front?

The general has had a setback.

He wants to move, but he can't find a house he can afford.

Well, Barney's starting to get a little steamed up, too.

He might just as well blow a gasket.

I have to deliver an ultimatum.

Ultimatum who?

Fred wants everything back that, quote..

"That no-good scrounger has borrowed

over the years," unquote.

Well, come on in, Wilma, and help yourself.

Do I need a flag of truce?

[laughing]

- That you, Wilma? - Yes, Fred.

- Where's all the stuff? - Here's all the stuff.

(Fred) 'You mean that can opener is all the stuff he borrowed?'

- Yup. - 'Did you look in the attic?'

- Yup. - 'In the garage?'

- Yup. - 'In the cellar?'

- Yup. - 'The sneak.'

He must have buried everything else.

That's the answer.

pop

I like the food over at the Rubbles' better.

- Fred. - 'Yeah?'

Barney wants all his stuff back.

Oh, he does, does he?

Well, you can tell him from me..

Any sign yet? Is Fred bringing back my stuff?

I don't see anything. Not a creature is stirring.

Not even a fat mouse like Fred Flintstone?

[instrumental music]

Hold it, here comes a message.

(Barney) 'What does it say? What does it say? What? What?

(Betty) 'Don't rush me. Don't rush me.'

It says, "Dear Betty

"Fred says

'"that if Barney sets foot'

'"on Fred's property'

'"he'll..'

'"He'll..'

He'll cool him."

That doesn't make sense.

No, wait a minute. Not he'll cool him.

"He'll kill him."

Oh, sure, that makes sense, that makes sense.

- Well, he's not scaring me. - Now, Barney.

'What's mine is mine and I intend to get it.'

Will you relax, Betty?

He won't lay a hand on me.

I'm too fast, and he's too fat.

Well, arriveducii-ucii.

Barney, be careful.

(Barney) 'Don't worry, but, uh..'

'Check and see if I paid my last insurance premium.'

'Just in case, you know.'

Ho-ho-ho, there's my bucket.

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And just where are you going

with my property?

Your property? This is my bucket.

You are overlooking one little detail.

'The water in that bucket'

'happens to belong to me.'

I'm sorry, Fred.

'Here you are.'

splash

(Fred) 'I'll, I'll murderlize you.'

It's my bucket. It's my bucket.

Stop running, you insect.

screech

Hiya, Fred.

Meet my new watchdog, Buzzsaw.

[growling]

Your n-new-new watchdog?

Oh, yeah, he's wonderful.

He instinctively knows

when somebody don't like me.

And then he chases them.

[growling]

Good dog. Good dog.

Good dog. Good dog. Good dog, good dog..

Good dog.

[laughing]

Uh, let's see.

"V-E, V-E, V-E, E-T."

- "Veterinarian." - Will you hurry up, Wilma?

[growling]

(Wilma) 'Oh, here it is.'

[telephone ringing]

(Wilma) Hello?

Oh, yes.

Okay, I'll tell him.

- Who was it? - 'Barney.'

What does he want?

(Wilma) 'He says you borrowed his watchdog.'

'He wants it back.'

[laughing]

- Fred? - Yeah?

'Why don't you pay your back dues?'

Then you could get your cup

we could sign a peace treaty with the Rubbles

and live more neighborly ever after.

Peace treaty? Just when I'm planning a counterattack?

Okay, it was just an idea.

[instrumental music]

Ho-ho-ho, I see some more of my property.

Let's see.

Maybe I can turn the hose on him tonight

while he's sleeping.

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So sorry, my ball.

Deuced nuisance, but my club, you know.

Tee, too.

(Fred) 'I'll beat a tee, too, on your head'

if I ever get you.

Uh-oh!

[growling]

Good dog. Good dog. Good dog. Good dog. Good dog. Good dog.

[laughing]

Will you try being friendly, just for me?

'Go over and give Fred the cup.'

Then ask him in a nice way to give you the dues he owes.

Well, I'll try it, but you know Fred.

It won't work.

I just know it'll work.

Fred's really sentimental.

When he sees the cup, he'll soften up.

And when Barney goes into that "close friend

bosom buddy, lifelong pal"

Fred will break down and cry.

In fact, Barney will break down and cry, too

if I know him.

Oh. They're a couple of sentimental guys.

They really love each other.

[door opens]

That you, Barney?

I told you it wouldn't work.

The nerve of that little molecule.

Knocks on my door and says

"Give me the dues, you cheapskate

or you don't get the cup."

[laughing]

He got the cup, alright.

[laughing]

[snoring]

[instrumental music]

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, Barney.

What do you want?

My hammock. What else?

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That's as far as you go, buster.

I am going to tell you

once and only once.

- Let go of that hammock. - Okay.

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whoosh

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Fred!

'Fred!'

'What are you doing in the refrigerator?'

Never mind. Pass me the salt.

[telephone ringing]

(Wilma) Hi, Betty.

No, no break in the cold war yet.

In fact, it's getting a little chillier.

I don't believe it.

He called the Missing Link Fence Company

and ordered a solid fence?

Forty feet long and 80 feet high?

What did they say?

Well, they told him what it would cost

and he said, "Forget it."

Then he went out to get an estimate

on a moat.

Uh-oh, here he comes.

- Bye. - 'You home, Wilma?'

Right here, Fred.

'What's all that stuff?'

I'm throwing a little party.

Well, I'm glad to hear

we're having some fun around here for a change.

- Who's coming? - Oh, um, uh..

Just a few of the boys.

Boys? Like who?

Like, uh, Joe Rockhead.

Joe Rockhead! That loudmouth? You hate him.

Yeah, I know, but he's just right for the party.

- Who else? - 'Uh, Malcolm Quartz.'

That big showoff?

'The last time he was here, he broke a lamp.'

He's just right for the party.

- 'And who else?' - Eddie, Sam, Pete, uh..

And you know the one who likes to dance with you all the time?

I know him well.

Left-foot Charlie.

What's the matter? Did they close the pool hall?

Droll, very droll. But I'll ignore it.

For your information, this party's going to be like

Mardi Gras and New Year's Eve.

- 'I don't get it.' - Simple.

You know how Rubble loves parties.

When he hears the racket and smells that steak barbecuing

he'll go out of his mind.

That'll make two of us.

He'll be sorry he ever started up with me.

Come on, Wilma, let's get the party on the road.

Start making sandwiches.

Whoopee! Whoopee!

Yabba-dabba-doo!

Alright, fellows, all together.

♪ What's the matter with Flintstone ♪

♪ He's alright ♪

A little louder. I want Rubble to hear it.

♪ What the matter with Flintstone ♪

♪ He's alright ♪♪

(Charlie) 'Hey, Fred.'

You sure know how to throw a party.

(Fred) 'Thanks, Charlie.'

'Having a good time, Wilma?'

Yippee.

I'll change the record for you.

Come on, let's keep this party going.

(Charlie) 'Attaboy, Fred.'

Hold it, Mac.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

[instrumental music]

How's that, Charlie?

'Great, Fred. I love waltzes.'

'Yeah, so does Wilma.'

Yuck.

What do you say, Eddie

is that charcoal ready?

Red-hot and ready, Freddie.

Okay, you guys

drop that dinosaur steak on the grill.

One top sirloin for ten, coming up.

Oh, boy.

Wait till Barney gets a whiff of that beauty barbecuing.

(Fred) 'Hey, blow some smoke over in Barney's direction, Eddie.'

Right, Fred.

poof

[laughing]

It's costing me plenty to make that

little shrimp's mouth water.

But it's worth it.

Whoopee!

Come on, let's change the music and start things up.

[instrumental music]

Look at that Charlie. What a dancer.

(male #1) 'Yeah, Charlie can dance to anything.'

But don't forget, it takes two to tango.

And Wilma's the greatest.

[telephone ringing]

- Excuse me. - Huh? Sure.

Hello? Hello?

You'll have to talk a little louder.

Oh, hello.

Sure. Sure, I'll take care of it.

- Bye. - Who was it, Wilma?

- 'It was Betty.' - Oh, yeah?

I suppose Barney's begging to come to the party.

Well, he can beg all he wants to.

He can beg on his hands and knees.

I'm not inviting him.

Betty just wanted me to leave a note for the milkman

not to bring anything till Monday.

He can beg standing on his head..

Monday? What do you mean, Monday?

The Rubbles are away for the weekend.

You mean that sneak's not home?

- Nope. - He's not smelling that steak?

- Nope. - He's not hearing this party?

Nope. Nope.

♪ What's the matter with Flintstone ♪

♪ He's alright ♪

♪ What's the matter with Flin-- ♪

(Fred) 'Hold it.'

♪ What's the matter with-- ♪♪

Hold it, hold it, hold it, please

will you, fellows? Thank you.

I interrupt this party for a special announcement.

(Charlie) 'Good old Fred. What a host.'

'What's the announcement, Fred?'

Get out!

Out, you freeloaders. Out!

All of you. O-W-T, out!

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[sighs]

I think it's a great idea.

The only thing that worries me

is if they find out that we did it.

Well, I can't take another week of this.

- I'll try anything. - Okay.

Let's put Operation Buddy-Buddy into work.

It better work or we're dead.

[scatting]

(Barney) 'Betty.'

'Yoo-hoo.'

I'm in here, Barney.

Fred finally gave up.

(Betty) 'What do you mean?'

He paid up his back dues

and he's a member of good standing again.

Well, isn't that nice?

But you know something, Barney?

When you see Fred, I wouldn't mention anything about it.

Oh, sure, I get it. You know me.

Tactful, diplomatic.

- And president of the lodge. - Yeah.

[laughing]

- 'Wilma.' - Yes, Fred?

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Ta-da!

Fred! You've got the cup.

How did it happen?

(Fred) 'They just handed me the cup'

and didn't say a word about the dues.

But I know it's Barney's doing.

- Barney? - 'Sure, the poor little guy.'

He knows he can't get along without me.

President of the lodge, without me to advise him?

He had to get me back.

I'll bet he talked them into giving me

an honorary membership.

Um, Fred.

Don't mention anything about it when you see him.

'You, uh, know what I mean?'

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

I-I know what you mean. You know me.

- Tactful, diplomatic. - And you got the cup.

Yeah. Ain't it a beauty?

You know, I think I'll show Barney how a big man behaves.

- I'll go over and see him. - I'll go with you.

- But remember.. - Don't worry.

Don't worry, not a word.

Well, brother Barney, how are things at the lodge?

Well, um, could be better, Brother Fred.

Yes, yes, I know, but I'll give you a hand.

Say, I'm, uh..

I'm glad to see the cup on your mantel

where it belongs.

Right, with the champ.

Where else, Brother Rubble?

Well, uh, naturally if I had played

I'd have beat your brains out, Brother Flintstone.

You? Beat me at golf?

With one hand tied behind my back.

You put your golf clubs where your mouth is.

Anytime.

And after I beat you at golf

I'll give you a bowling lesson.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

And then I'll beat you at pool.

Oh, is that so?

Yeah, that's so.

Oh, listen to them fighting.

Yeah, thank goodness they're friends again.

[theme music]

[yawning]

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slam

Wilma!

thud thud thud

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door!

Wilma!