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[siren wailing]

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(male narrator) This is Bedrock

county seat of Cobblestone County.

200 feet below sea level.

Population 2500.

It's an average town with average people.

We have our butcher, our baker..

...our pizza-pie maker.

We have our bank.

And while some of us stay late to catch up on our work..

...the lucky ones who get home early catch up

on their chores, like watering the lawn..

...and trimming the hedge.

For most of us, the usual activities

except for Fred Flintstone

who has had a most unusual day

with the worst yet to come.

[clock ticking]

Wilma, you're home.

How come, sweetheart?

You mean battle-ax, don't you?

Battle-ax? What are you talkin' about?

- Hello, Fred. - 'Barney, my pal.'

Pal! Ha!

What's the matter with you, Barn? Of course, you're my pal.

- Put it there, chum. - Sure, Fred.

(Fred) 'Yow!'

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(Barney) 'I've been waitin' all day for that, pal.'

Where did you get all that money?

How could you treat Wilma like that?

Yeah. Why did you body slam me on the street?

I'm goin' home to mother.

Oh, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Stand up or I'll let you have it again.

Well, say something. Don't just lay there.

[all shouting]

(male narrator) Poor Fred.

Well, it all started this morning

when Fred was about to leave for work

and Wilma was going to visit her mother.

It all seemed like an ordinary beginning to an ordinary day.

Well, I gotta shove off for work, Wilma.

Have a good trip, and say hello to your mother for me.

- I'm gonna miss you. - I'll miss you too, Fred.

But it'll only be for a couple of days.

Mother's had these spells before.

I still think I ought to drive you to the airport.

But, honey, you know how your boss grumbles

if you're late for work.

And the plane doesn't leave for a couple of hours yet.

'Besides, it's already settled.'

Barney has the day off and he and Betty

will drive me down in plenty of time.

- Now go to work, Fred. - Okay.

(Fred) 'Goodbye, dear. Mwah.'

- Come home as soon as you can. - 'I will, Fred. Goodbye.'

Good morning, Betty. Are you awake yet?

Oh, yes, Wilma. We're just finishing breakfast.

Is it still okay to drive me to the airport?

I could take a taxi if it's gonna be a problem.

Oh, no problem, Wilma.

Barney and I would love to see you off.

Did Fred leave for work yet?

Uh-huh. The old darling.

He hates the idea of my going.

I bet he does.

Well, we'll leave in about an hour, okay?

Swell. And thanks, Betty.

So Fred went to his job at the gravel pits

playing to standing room only as usual.

The audience watching and appreciating

each skillful move.

Okay, Fred, take her away!

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[cheering and applauding]

It is said that everyone in the world has a double

a look-alike

and Fred Flintstone is no exemption.

Because nearby in the J.L. Gotrocks' building

is Fred Flintstone's double.

None other than J.L. Gotrocks himself.

Big business tycoon

and head of the Gotrocks industrial empire.

How's the rock market today?

Up two points? Good. When I make a million, sell.

I'm not money man.

[telephone rings]

Hello. Yes? Well, build another factory.

[telephone rings] Hello. Okay, buy the steamship line.

[telephone rings] Hello. We'll need 200 more tons.

[telephone rings] Hello. Well, merge with them and we'll get control.

[telephone rings] Hold on, I've got another call.

Yes, yes, I got it.

No, I don't have to write it down.

I can remember.

You want me to bring home a pound of liver

a loaf of bread and a dozen hair curlers.

Of course, I won't forget.

I've got nothing else on my mind.

Battle-ax!

[telephone rings] Hello. Yes, sell.

Hello. No, bye.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Decisions, decisions.

[telephone rings] That's all I do, make decisions.

Everyday the same thing.

'I'm insulated from the world.'

I know nothing of the humanities.

I don't know what's going on out there.

[engine rumbling]

I, I've got to get away. That's the answer.

I've got to mingle with the real people

doing things I've heard about but never seen.

Pinball machines, jukeboxes

pastrami on rye bread.

I wanna have some of the good things in life.

[laughs] They'll never find me.

They'll search the Riviera. They'll scour the country clubs.

But they'll never think of looking for me out there.

It'll work.

Before I disappear, I'll leave them a message.

This is J.L. speaking.

As of today, I am resigning.

Do not bother to look for me

'and tell my wife to buy her own liver and hair curlers.'

'Goodbye.'

Now out the back way and freedom.

Yahoo!

I'm telling you, G.W., he's not here

and I know he didn't come out.

Oh, maybe he left by the backdoor, F.M.

Oh, J.L. would never do that.

Well, let's check the pterodactyl phone.

- Maybe he left a message. - 'That's an idea.'

(G.W.) 'Here, here's a cracker.'

gulp

Are there any messages?

[squawks] "This is J.L. speaking.

"As of today, I am resigning.

'"Do not bother to look for me'

"and tell my wife

"to buy her own liver and hair curlers.

squawk

Bye."

J.L. has flown the coop, G.W.

Oh, no, F.M.

And without J.L. at the big meeting today

the whole Gotrocks empire could crash.

'Even if word of this got out, it would be a disaster.'

[squawks] Big deal.

Where can I get a cinchy job like this at my age?

- What do we do, F.M.? - Find him, that's what.

He's out there somewhere.

We'll check the Riviera, search the country clubs.

'We'll call the yacht club, we'll..'

[engine rumbling]

- What is it, F.M.? - Come here a minute, G.W.

Take a look at that. You'll never believe it.

Well, what, what is it, F.M.?

Well, that man in the gravel pit.

That's J.L. Gotrocks.

(G.W.) 'You're right.'

'What do you suppose he's doing in the gravel pit?'

(F.M.) 'With his luck, he probably struck gold.'

Come on, let's go down there and find out.

Hey, Mr. Gotrocks. It's time for the big meeting.

thud thud thud

You guys talking to me?

[laughs]

You got a good sense of humor, boss.

'You really had us worried until we spotted you'

'on that overgrown rocking horse.'

Yeah, boss, what are you doing? Going in for dino polo?

[laughing]

Let's go back to the office now.

We all had a big laugh, Mr. Gotrocks.

You guys got rocks in your head.

I don't know nothing about a big meeting.

And I'm not your boss.

'My name is Fred Flintstone'

'and I work here at the gravel pit.'

Uh, uh, Fred Flintstone?

You mean you're not J.L. Gotrocks?

J.L. Gotrocks? Are you kidding?

But you look just like him.

If I had J.L. Gotrocks' dough

I wouldn't be scratching around a gravel pit for a living.

- Well, that makes sense. - Amazing resemblance.

He could pass for Gotrocks anytime.

Yeah, that's right.

He could, couldn't he?

- Uh, say, Flintstone. - Yeah?

(F.M.) 'How would you like to make some extra dough?'

- Doing what? - 'Well, we're in a jam.'

J.L. Gotrocks has disappeared, vanished.

And there's this big meeting today, see?

Now if J.L. doesn't show up, the company will go bankrupt.

Hundreds of people will be out of work.

Widows and babies will lose their life savings.

The whole country could go broke.

And besides, we'd lose our cinchy jobs.

Well, if that's the case, there's only one thing to do.

(F.M.) 'Yes, yes.'

You guys better find that guy Gotrocks.

No, no, we want you

to take Gotrocks' place till we find him.

Who, me?

[laughs] Go on.

- I couldn't do that. - But you've got to.

Think of those people out of work.

Think of those widows and babies.

Think of our cinchy jobs.

You'll be doing a great thing for humanity and our country.

Well, okay, if it's a national emergency.

But I can only do it for a couple of days

while my wife is out of town.

That's perfect. You may not get home for a couple of nights.

You check out with your boss, then come up to the office.

Alright, alright, I'll ask him.

Um, I'd like to have a couple of days leave of absence, boss.

Well, you know we don't like to have the dinosaur idle.

- 'Is it important?' - Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, it is.

I, uh, I can't tell you the reason.

It's, uh, sort of hush-hush.

I'll-I'll even be away from home for a few days.

Well, if it's some kind of emergency

uh, go ahead, Flintstone.

'Uh, thank you, boss.'

[laughs] That Mr. Boulder.

What a real swell guy.

You better tell Wilma to hurry up or we'll miss that plane.

Barney, shh. She just got a long-distance call.

Oh, that's wonderful, mother.

Oh, I'm so glad you're feeling better.

You'll come here and rest instead of me going there?

Fine. I'll see you next week.

'Bye, mom.'

She's feeling better, huh, Wilma?

Yes, isn't that wonderful?

I won't have to make the trip after all.

I'll call Fred right away and tell him the good news.

'The poor dear looked so sad this morning.'

You think he'll cheer up when he finds out

his mother-in-law is coming here instead?

[chuckles]

Quiet, Barney. That's not funny.

Mr. Boulder, this is Wilma Flintstone.

Will you tell Fred I won't be going to visit my mother?

Why not?

Well, uh, he's away on a leave of absence.

No, ma'am, he wouldn't tell me.

All he said was that he'd be away from home for a few days.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

Ooh!

- That Fred. - What's the matter, Wilma?

The minute my back is turned, he's got something cooking

doing who knows what.

Oh, Wilma, Fred isn't the type of guy who'd do who knows what.

Oh, no? Well, Fred just took a leave of absence from his job.

He wouldn't tell his boss anything about it

'except that he won't be living at home for a few days.'

Ooh, men.

So I'm a man. What can I do about it, resign?

I'm going to search this town and find that Fred

and when I do, I'm going to teach him

he can't get away with it.

I'll go with you, Wilma.

Hey, I'd better go, too

and find out what this is all about.

[laughs] Oh, boy.

Fred Flintstone, the big business tycoon.

If Wilma could only see me now.

[laughs]

I still can't believe anybody'd take me

for the great J.L. Gotrocks.

Good morning, Mr. Gotrocks.

Uh, good morning.

He did it.

The great Mr. Gotrocks said good morning to me.

I knew it would happen one day.

Oh, I got to call Mabel and tell her!

Well, here's the big test.

If the people in the office think I'm Gotrocks, I'm in.

- 'Good morning, Mr. Gotrocks.' - Good morning, Mr. Gotrocks.

- Good morning, Mr. Gotrocks. - 'Good morning, Mr. Gotrocks.'

(male #1) 'Good morning, Mr. Gotrocks.'

Well, what do you know?

They all think I'm J.L. Gotrocks.

Of course, Flintstone, you look just like him.

Now let's get on with the big meeting.

Wait a minute, I-I don't know anything

about conducting a business meeting.

(F.M.) You don't have to know anything.

All you've got to say is, whose baby is that?

What's your angle? And I'll buy that.

Uh, whose baby is that?

What's your angle? I'll buy that.

That's it, great.

Old J.L. couldn't do better himself.

Let's go.

Gentlemen, the meeting will now come to order.

Let's hear from Mr. Stonehead first.

I, I'd like to open the discussion

on the subject of the railway bonds in question.

- Uh, whose baby is that? - 'Uh, mine, sir.'

Uh, what's your angle?

I-I've completed some research

and found the debentures are nil

and the percentage yield is adequate.

'I would advise pro rata distribution.'

- Uh, I'll buy that. - 'Uh, uh, thank you, sir.'

What an executive Gotrocks is. Knows what it's all about.

No one like him.

You're doing great, Flintstone. Keep it up.

Uh, whose baby is that?

What's your angle?

I'll buy that.

Whose baby is that?

What's your angle?

I'll buy that.

Oh, boy. This is living.

Nobody knows where I am. No decisions to make.

Drat this machine.

Come on, get in there, get in there.

Hey, Flintstone, you know better than to tilt the machine.

How much does the machine cost?

- Two hundred. - 'Here.'

Two hundred. I'm used to having my own way.

Two hundred? From Fred Flintstone?

And my name's not Fred Flintstone.

Well, anyway, a couple of people have seen Fred around.

Yes, but they said he passed right by without saying hello.

That doesn't sound like Fred.

He would never pass anyone without saying hello.

(all) Fred!

How do you like that?

He tried to bluff his way right past us.

Yeah, as if he didn't see us.

Hey, hey, Fred. Hey, wait a minute.

It's me, Barney. Hold it, Fred.

He disappeared.

There's only one thing to do.

Since we know he's around here someplace

let's separate and look for him.

Good idea, Wilma, and whoever finds him will call the others.

If I find him, you can call an ambulance.

Let's go.

Yeah, Mrs. Flintstone, Fred was in here earlier.

He bowled a few games and flashed a roll of big bills

and wanted to tip everybody in the place.

I tried to get him to go home

but he said he'd never go home to that, uh..

Begging your pardon, ma'am, battle-ax is what he said.

Battle-ax, eh?

Ooh! Wait till I get my hands on him.

One more thing, uh, he also mentioned

liver and hair curlers.

Well, I have a few things to mention to him too.

Oh, mister, can I speak to you a minute, please?

Make it snappy, lady. I'm in the middle of a run.

Have you seen Fred Flintstone around here?

Flintstone? Ha ha, you betcha, lady.

Old Fred gave me a good payday today.

He usually shoots a sharp game of pool.

But today, nothin'.

[laughs] He'll never miss it though.

'He had a roll of bills that would choke a dinosaur.'

A roll of bills that would choke a dinosaur?

Now where would Fred get that kind of money?

Any luck, Betty?

No, I haven't seen him, but he's been around.

He's been flashing a big roll of bills

and acting like a big shot.

I get the same story.

But I can't figure out where he got the money.

He couldn't have saved that much out of his lunch allowance.

Oh, there's something fishy going on.

Uh, let's find Barney. Maybe he's seen Fred someplace.

I've looked in all the usual places Fred hangs out

but no luck.

Now I'll start looking in the unusual places.

[slurping]

Fred.

Boy, do I dig this way-out music?

Let's see, I'll try number 14 this time.

[jazz music]

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

- Who, me? - 'Yeah, you.'

Worrying your poor wife like that, shame on you.

Ha! That battle-ax wouldn't worry about anything.

Battle-ax?

Yes, and for the first time in my life

I'm enjoying myself.

No nagging, no phone calls, no decisions to make.

I am never going back.

- But how about Wilma? - Who's Wilma?

And for that matter, who are you?

Who am I?

Well, I'm your best friend, Barney Rubble.

- Never heard of you. - Oh-ho, you're kidding, Fred.

(J.L.) 'The name's not Fred.'

Now why don't you just run along like a good guy?

Nothing doing, Fred. You're coming home with me.

(J.L.) 'Hey, let go of my arm.'

'Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Hey.'

Well, don't fight it, Fred. It'll be tough on your arm.

This is an old commando hold.

'Hey, Wilma, look who I found!'

He's got Fred with him.

Oh, battle-ax, huh? I'll show him.

Fred Flintstone, what have you been up to?

The minute you think I'm out of sight

you start playing around.

I'm not going to make a scene here on the street

'but wait till I get you home.'

'You'll explain everything'

'including all that money you've been flashing around.'

'Now march!'

Madam, you are completely off your rocker

and I am getting out of here.

Well, of all the nerve. After him, Barney.

Don't let him get away.

Hold it, Fred. Now let's talk this over a minute.

'Come on, be sensible.'

Let's shake hands and stop this nonsense.

Okay.

[laughs]

thud

Just an old commando hold, Fred.

[laughing]

We saw that, Barney.

- Are you alright, honey? - Of course.

How could getting slammed on the ground hurt anyone?

That's about as mean a trick as anyone can play.

What's got into Fred?

[telephone rings]

Whose baby is that? What's your angle?

[telephone rings] I'll buy that.

Whose baby is that? What's your angle?

[telephone rings] I'll buy that.

Flintstone is doing a great job, eh, G.W.?

Lucky we found him or we'd be ruined.

[telephone rings] Hey, I can't take much more of this.

Did you find Gotrocks yet?

Not yet, but we'll have him back soon.

Keep going, Flintstone.

Okay, but you better find him soon.

What's your buy?

'Whose angle is that?'

'I'll-I'll buy that baby.'

Who's your baby, uh, b-baby? I-I mean b..

Uh, uh, I'll angle that buy, uh, uh, b-buy.

Uh, uh, no, no, uh, uh..

Oh, I've had it! I'm through!

'I'm going back to the peace and quiet of the gravel pits.'

Oh, no, Flintstone, you can't let us down.

Look, I went to that meeting to save widows and orphans

but I'm not making a career with this.

I'm through, I tell you!

Oh, my gosh. There goes my cinchy job.

What do we do, F.M.?

We gotta keep him here, that's what.

Just a minute, Flintstone. You can't do this to us.

- Who says? - 'I do.'

- 'Grab him, G.W.' - I'm resigning. That's final.

- Don't let him get away! - After him.

Good day, Mr. Gotrocks.

Ah, all these big shots are the same.

They never take time to stop and chat with the help.

Everything is rush, rush, rush.

Wait a minute, Fred. You can't run away like this.

Wilma wants to know about that big roll of bills.

Oh! Well, why did I ever leave the office?

I thought it would be different on the outside.

Maybe I can shake him by hiding under this bridge.

(F.M.) 'Give up, Flintstone!'

'You're coming back to the office'

even if we have to drag you back!

Oh, boy. I should never have left the gravel pit.

[laughs]

No sign of them. Looks like I lost them, alright.

(F.M.) 'He ducked under the bridge. Get him!'

Well, looks like he got away again.

(F.M.) 'Hold it, Flintstone!'

You can't get away with it!

(G.W.) 'You're only making it tough on yourself.'

- Now who are those two? - I don't know.

But it could be Fred's been giving body slams

to a lot of people today.

- Well, I have had it. - Me too.

He'll have to come home sometime.

I'll wait for him at the house.

I'll wait with you, Wilma.

I wanna shake hands with my pal again.

[panting]

Boy, I'm getting pooped.

I gotta hide somewhere.

The ashcan, that's it.

Get away from here. Go find your own ashcan.

(G.W.) 'I think he went around this corner.'

Pardon me.

You idiot!

Got you, Flintstone!

Come on, G.W. Give me a hand with this can.

(J.L.) 'Let me out of here. Let me out, I demand it!'

Sure, Flintstone. Sure.

As soon as we get you back to the office.

And now back to work.

Eh, Flintstone?

[grunting]

It's J.L.

[J.L. grunting]

He, he's trying to say something.

Uh, uh, what are you trying to say to us

your loyal employees, Mr. Gotrocks?

[grunting]

You're fired!

F-R-I-D fired!

Out! Out! Out!

Well, finally got rid of those two guys.

I'll go home and call Wilma at her mother's.

Boy, what a story I got to tell her.

Wilma, you're home. How come, sweetheart?

You mean battle-ax, don't you?

Battle-ax? What are you talking about?

- Hello, Fred. - 'Barney, my pal.'

Pal! Ha!

What's the matter with you, Barn?

Of course, you're my pal.

- Put it there, chum. - Sure, Fred.

(Fred) 'Yow!'

thud

(Barney) 'I've been waiting all day for that, pal.'

Where did you get all that money?

How could you treat Wilma like that?

Why did you body slam me in the street?

- Why'd you want a few days off? - Poor Wilma's all broken up.

Why did you buy a pinball machine?

I'm going home to mother.

Get yourself another bowling partner.

And so ends a typical mixed-up day

in the mixed-up life

of poor mixed-up Fred Flintstone.

[theme music]

[yawns]

clink clink

thud

slam

Wilma!

[pounding on door]

Wilma!

Come on, Wilma, open this door!

'Wilma!'