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[instrumental music]

Uh, we're pretty far out, Fred

I hope we don't run into a-a sea serpent.

Sea serpent. Heh-heh!

Don't tell me you believe there are sea serpents.

Why, that's just a silly old myth.

(Barney) 'Well, it could be, Fred, but I heard stories.'

[fishing line creaking]

Hey, Fred, I-I-I got a bite.

Well, pull it in, pull it in.

Oh, boy, this is a whopper.

What did you catch, Barney?

I, I think I caught a silly old myth.

W-w-w-what will I do, Fred?

What will you do? Throw him back, that's what.

[theme music]

[whistling]

[siren blaring]

[tires screeching]

crash

slam

[whinnying]

No, no, Dino, you can't go out till your daddy gets here.

- Hi, Wilma. - Hi, Betty. Come on in.

I can't, thanks. Barney is due home any second.

I-I just wanted to check with you.

Are we going shopping tomorrow?

Sure thing. Let's get an early start.

[whinnying]

- What's with Dino? - Every night, the same thing.

Dino knows Fred gets home exactly at 5:00..

'...and I let him out to greet Fred.'

[clock dinging]

Well, 5 o'clock and here comes Fred.

[tires screeching]

Okay, Dino, he's home. Go say hello.

[barking]

[barking continues]

No, no, Dino, no. Hold it, boy. Hold it.

whomp

[Fred laughing]

Now-now stop it, Dino.

Stop it.

You hear that, Dino, stop it.

[laughing]

This is embarrassing. All the neighbors are looking.

Now be a good boy, Dino

put him down easy in the easy chair.

bam

Every day he misses that chair.

I think he does it on purpose.

Aw, Dino wouldn't do that. Would you, Dino?

- Hi, Fred. - 'Hi, Betty.'

Oh, that Dino sure loves you.

Yea, when Dino loves you, you better belong

to some good hospital plan.

Well, anytime you want to give him away, we'll take him.

Not a chance.

- 'Goodnight, Wilma.' - Goodnight, Betty.

- Any mail today, honey? - 'The usual, Fred.'

More bills and more ads.

(Fred) 'Bills and ads, that's all we ever get.'

I never get a letter from anyone.

A shipwrecked sailor on an island

in the middle of the ocean gets more notes

in bottles than I get.

You don't get letters unless you write.

When was the last time you wrote a letter, Fred?

Hmm, oh, yeah, yeah.

I-I wrote a letter to my mother from Boy Scout camp.

Well, that wasn't last summer, believe me.

I still can't figure it out. All the guys I used to know.

Close buddies. Out every night together.

And I told them, "Fellows, my getting married

"won't change a thing. We'll still chum around together.

"We'll play cards at my house.

"My wife will make sandwiches for us.

'"She's a good old Joe.'

'She'll be like one of the gang."'

What happened?

I never hear a word from any of them.

You'd think one of them, just one of them, would write.

From what I saw of that old gang of yours

half of them never learned to write

and the other half can't read

except the big sign over the pool hall.

Oh, yeah? They all could read.

How else could they figure out their racing forms?

Hey, Wilma, this ad is from Gus Gravel.

Who is Gus Gravel?

(Fred) 'Well, he's one of the old gang'

'I was just telling you about.'

He wants to make a touch, huh?

No, he doesn't.

He's sent a nice friendly form

announcing that he's running a hotel at the seashore.

Seashore, eh?

Well, since you never take me any place

there's no chance of running into him, which is good.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, wait a minute, Wilma.

Tomorrow starts a three-day weekend.

We could get down to Gus's hotel.

He might give us a rate for old time's sake.

I've got no old times with Gus-what's-his-name.

I don't even know him.

And if he's one of the old gang

'I'd just assume keep it that way.'

There you go again

judging people you don't even know.

That's your big trouble, Wilma.

Oh, no, it isn't.

My big trouble is you

and the way you wolf food down.

It's getting bigger all the time.

"The way I wolf food down!"

'Listen, when I come home after a hard day's work'

'I need some nourishment.'

She did it again.

What happened to what we were talking about?

Every time a guy calmly discusses

something with his wife

somehow he ends up defending himself

from something else.

They throw you a long slow curve

and then the fast break.

Hmm.

What were we talking about?

Oh, yeah, yeah, Gus Gravel and his hotel.

[chuckles] After I wolf down my dinner

I'll give him a ring.

That's the way it is, Mr. Gravel

I speak for the entire staff.

Now either you pay us or we all quit.

Be reasonable, Harvey.

I'm holding your money for you until the end of the season

so you won't fritter it away.

Fritter, shmitter, we're walking out right now.

Go find yourself some other pigeons.

Oh, boy.

If only I hadn't bet the payroll on that fifth race.

Without them I won't be able to handle the convention crowd

that's coming this weekend.

Well, there's always a way out.

I'll think positively.

That's it, positive thinking.

Well, that did it, I'm positively ruined.

Gravel Hotel, where the surf meets the rocks.

Gus Gravel speaking.

(Fred on phone) Hiya, Smoothy!

We used to call Gus "Smoothy," Wilma.

- It figures. - This is your old pal Fred.

Fred? Fred who?

Oh, Flintstone.

Hiya, Lard.

- They used to call me "Lard." - Why not?

How's the old married man?

Great, just great.

Uh, hey, Smoo, I was thinking

of running down to your place

for the big weekend.

Do you think you could give the wife

and I a special rate?

Here's the end of a beautiful friendship.

'You can! Gee, that's swell. You're a real friend.'

And by the way, uh

my next-door neighbor and his wife ain't got no plans.

If I bring them along, can they get a rate, too?

Tell you what, Fred.

You bring them along and it won't cost a cent.

You'll all be my guests.

Oh, gosh, we couldn't do that.

We'd want to pay for something.

For our soap and towels, at least.

[indistinct]

Okay, Smoothy, the soap and towels are free, too.

Goodbye, Fred. See you all this weekend.

Boy, what a break.

Yeah, I always could talk old fatso Freddie

into being my pigeon.

If his friends are as gullible as he is

I'll con the four of them into working for me.

And I'll be able to handle the convention after all.

[laughing]

Old Smoothy.

Yeah, I'd forgotten that name, but it fits.

I'm still the old Smoothy.

I don't get it, Fred.

Why would he give Betty and me a free vacation?

I told you, because he's a sweet, generous, lovable guy.

There are a few of us left, you know.

Well, it doesn't sound right to me

but, uh, count me in.

[chuckles] I'd love to go.

click click click

Well, sure, I'd love to go.

But Barney and I'd rather pay our own way.

This Gus person won't accept any money.

He insists it's all on the house for old time's sake.

Well, there's something screwy about a hotel owner

who won't take money

but I guess we have nothing to lose.

Nothing, except three days away from housework.

No ironing, no cooking, no dishes, no cleaning.

Say no more, let's start packing.

Right.

Oh, come on, Fred, let's get going.

We've got to check our list first.

Go ahead, Barney.

- Dino? - At the vet's.

- Fishing gear? - Check.

- Bowling balls? - Check.

- Ping-pong set? - Check-a-roony.

- Swimsuits? - Uh, check-a-doodle.

Catcher's mitt?

Eh, check.

(Barney) 'Skin-diving gear?'

(Fred) 'Check-a-red-check.'

Fred, we're only going for three days.

We're not going to compete in the Olympics.

And I don't want to spend the three days

sitting here listening to an inventory.

Okay, okay, we had to do this

so we wouldn't forget anything.

Now we're all set. See?

Uh-oh!

(Wilma) 'What's the matter, Fred?'

I, uh, forgot the car keys.

[chuckling]

[mocking chuckle]

Eh, women have no sense of humor.

Fred Flintstone!

(Fred) 'Gus Gravel!'

Boy, am I glad to see you.

How are you, fatso? You haven't changed a bit.

How do you do it, Fred? How do you stay so young?

Why, I exercise a lot, Gus. I, uh, I lift weights.

Oh, brother, the only exercise he gets is lifting food

to his mouth.

And who, who, who are those two gorgeous dolls?

Where?

Oh, that's my wife, Wilma.

Hello, Mr. Gravel.

(Fred) 'And Mr. and Mrs. Barney Rubble, our neighbors.'

How do you do?

Hiya, Gus.

Hey, how do you two guys rate such beautiful girls?

No wonder I never found the right girl to marry.

'All the best ones are gone.'

[giggling]

Now, I'll take your stuff up to your rooms.

You change into something more comfortable

and run down to the beach

while I order up a little lunch for you.

How about that guy Gus?

(both) What a sweet guy.

[sniggering]

It's working out great.

Smoothy strikes again.

[laughing]

[sighing] This is the life. Hey, Betty?

It sure is.

Nothing to do but lie on the beach for three days.

I, um, I wonder what the poor people are doing.

[laughing]

Hey, you guys, last one in is a rotten dodo egg.

- Fred, you'll hurt yourself. - Careful, Fred.

Oh, that's okay, he belongs to a hospital plan.

thud clang

thump

I knew it.

Hold on, Fred, I'm coming. Hold on.

Is he alright, Barney?

Yeah, he's, uh, he's coming out of it now.

[groaning]

Hey, what are you all

standing around for?

'Let's have some fun!'

Fred, can't you stay put for five minutes?

Five minutes! What for?

We're only going to be here for three days.

Barney, how about going fishing?

Oh, hey, good idea, Fred.

Hey, maybe we'll catch a mermaid.

Hey, come on, skipper, let's get going.

Boy, this outboard motor is heavy.

- Okay? - Okay.

[instrumental music]

Uh, we're pretty far out, Fred,

I hope we don't run into, uh, a sea serpent.

Sea serpent. Heh-heh!

Don't tell me you believe there are sea serpents.

Why, that's just a silly old myth.

(Barney) 'Well, it could be, Fred, but I heard stories.'

[fishing line creaking]

- Hey, Fred, I-I-I got a bite.

Well, pull it in, pull it in.

Oh-oh, boy, this is a whopper.

What did you catch, Barney?

I, I think I caught a silly old myth.

W-w-what will I do, Fred?

What will you do? Throw him back, that's what.

Look out, Fred, you're rocking the boat.

It-it-it's you, you knucklehead.

(both) Help!

Look, Betty, isn't that Fred and Barney?

How could it be, they're fishing.

[whooshing]

[crashing]

Front desk.

[indistinct screaming]

Would you repeat that, madam?

[indistinct screaming]

- No, not that part. - 'Oh.'

[indistinct chatter]

You say there's two men in your room in a rowboat?

Very well, we'll send the house detective

up to take care of the two men.

You'll have to take care of the rowboat yourself.

Really.

I was never so humiliated in my life.

You're just lucky we were able to calm that woman down.

Now, either you stay out of trouble

or you sit quietly on the beach.

Uh, Wilma is right, Fred, uh

let's just relax for a while, huh?

Relax! Are you kidding?

We're on a vacation.

You and I are going skin diving, Barney.

[gurgling]

[instrumental music]

[gibbering]

[blowing]

[gibbering]

These vacation athletes get me down.

Where are they now?

Here comes Fred, but where's Barney?

(Wilma) 'Oh, there's Barney.'

Oh, they're just like a couple of kids, always playing games.

[instrumental music]

Boy, that's the last time

I go skin diving

with this guy.

Uh-oh, here comes Fred and his gang.

Time for me to go into my act.

[laughing]

Yeah, we're all tired, but a nice dinner

will snap us out of it.

I'll see what old Smoothy has on the menu.

Hi, Smoo, how about a little lunch?

Hey, pal, you alright?

Yeah, hello, Fred.

What happened? You look terrible.

Fred, I don't know how to tell you.

I feel like a heel.

Tell me what, pal?

Well, I invite you people here for a good time

and what happens?

My whole staff walks out on me.

Oh, gee, that's too bad, Smoothy.

'Ah, thanks, Fred, thanks'

but it's my trouble, not yours.

I couldn't possibly ask you to help out.

- Help out? - Yeah.

Remember how the old gang used

to help each other out in the old days?

'Yeah.'

None of us have the old help-out spirit anymore, have we, Fred?

Oh, yeah, well, I got the old help-out spirit, Smoothy

and your troubles are my troubles.

Gee, Fred, do you mean it?

You bet I do.

And here's the old gang's friendship handshake

to prove it.

Old Smoothy has had a tough break.

His whole staff walked out on him.

- Well, that does it. - Yeah.

Let's get packed and leave.

Leave? Do you mean to tell me

you would leave this sweet

generous guy in his hour of need?

How selfish can you get?

'He invited us here for a free vacation.'

He rolled out the welcome mat

and then the minute he's in trouble

you want to desert him.

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

I feel like a heel.

Me, too.

Yeah, ditto. Me, too.

(Wilma) 'You're right, Fred. We should help him.'

Uh, yeah, Fred. What can we do?

We can offer to help, that's what.

Of course, Smoo won't accept, being the kind of guy he is

but my conscience won't bother me while we're packing.

Okay, talk to him. Then we'll leave.

(Fred) That's the spirit.

Hey, Smoothy, we've been talking it over

and if there's anything we can do to help out

'you just name it.'

Gee, Fred, that's great.

(Smoothy) You be the chef.

Barney can be the bellboy.

And Wilma and Betty can be the maids.

Bless your little hearts.

You're true blue, through and through.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

'I know you all have a lot of work to do.'

So, Smoothy won't accept our help, huh?

I guess he doesn't want to hurt our feelings by refusing.

Some vacation.

This is what I wanted to get away from, housework.

Well, at least we don't have to do the cooking

Fred's got that department.

Speaking of Fred.

I got an idea that Smoothy character

planned this whole thing.

Fred is so gullible.

Well, we said we'd help. Now we're stuck for three days.

Thank goodness there are only four of us.

[horn blaring]

What is it, Wilma? A riot?

No, worse. A convention.

There must be 200 people pouring into the hotel.

Go get Barney, I'll get Fred, we're getting out of here.

Roger.

Gee! What a mob.

(Betty) Barney! Oh, Barney. Bar..

[crashing]

Betty, what's the idea?

The idea is we're getting out of here.

Now let's see, the cookbook says

to fold in one dodo egg.

Okay, here it goes.

And I say it can't be done.

Fred, get that goop off your face, we're leaving.

What do you mean, leaving? We can't let old Smoo down.

Well, old Smoo let us down.

He booked in a convention

and the hotel is full of Loyal Water Buffaloes.

Oh, Smoothy wouldn't do a thing like that.

I've got to have proof.

Hey, Fred, make 350 dino burgers

200 with onions

150 dodo-egg sandwiches, 26 cheese omelets

78 fried chicken livers, 82 tunas on rye

and hurry it up.

That's proof enough. I quit.

But, Fred, how can you do this to me

after all I have done for you?

Hey, uh, Smoothy.

Oh, hello, your Imperial Grand Pooh-bah.

Uh, what's the delay, pal?

We've got a lot of hungry Water Buffaloes

waiting for some grub.

There's going to be a long wait

the cook just quit.

- And so did the maids. - And the bellboy.

What will we do, Old Grand Pooh-bah?

The convention will be ruined.

Ruined nothing. We've got our wives along.

The Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes Women's Auxiliary.

I'll just declare an emergency and make them do all the work.

You're kidding.

Look, boy, back home I'm nothing

but at the convention

I'm the Grand Exalted Imperial Pooh-Bah.

What I say goes.

Boy, what power for one man to have.

Yeah, stick around, friend, I might let you join the club.

Gee, thanks.

(male #1) 'This meeting will now come to order.'

'His Imperial Exalted Grand Pooh-Bah'

'ruler of the Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes will now speak.'

(in unison) 'Speak, oh, Exalted Grand Pooh-Bah.'

It's amazing, Barney.

It must be that kooky hat he's wearing.

Members of the Women's Auxiliary

we are faced with an emergency.

The hotel staff has quit, and I hereby order

the Women's Auxiliary to save the convention

'by pitching in and helping out.'

'Group A will do the cooking.'

'Group B will do the washing and ironing.'

Group C will do the cleaning and dusting.

I have spoken.

Has anyone anything to say?

(female #1) 'You're out of your cotton-picking mind.'

wallop wallop

(female #2) 'What do they think we are, slaves?'

(female #3) 'We came here for a vacation.'

(female #4) 'Caucus, smarcus. Who do you think you are?'

Look, they're breaking up the chairs.

Gee, I never saw women get so mad.

Make way!

Here, friend, consider yourself the new Exalted Ruler.

(female #5) 'After him, girls, he's out in the lobby.'

- 'Let's lynch him.' - 'Good idea.'

Come on, Barney, let's get out of here.

If they see you with that hat on, you're dead.

Boy, what a close call.

We were lucky to get out of there alive.

Oh, what do we do now, Fred? Go home?

What else?

(Betty) Now hear this, you two Water Buffaloes.

Her Highness, your great leader, is going to speak.

You two sports are going to take us to a nice hotel

where we can enjoy ourselves.

Yeah. And we don't want to cook, wash, or do any dishes.

Capice?

We hear you, oh, Great Exalted Grand Pooh-bah.

And we obey, Your Highness.

Yeah, if we know what's good for us.

[laughing]

[theme music]

[yawning]

slam

Wilma.

Wilma.

Come on, Wilma, open the door!

Wilma!