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[theme song]

[squawking]

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 ♪

[instrumental music]

screech

thud

(Barney) 'Yes sir-ee, Fred.'

'The best part of going to work every day'

is comin' home every night, right?

Right, Barn, the wife waiting with the slippers.

The fire lit. Oh, it's great.

No king had it as good as we do.

You can say that again. Goodnight, Barney.

Goodnight, Fred.

Ah, my castle.

Light the candles, Wilma. Your king is home.

Hi, Fred. Clean your hands and wash your face.

'Change your shirt and comb your hair.'

Hold it, Mrs. F.

Because you go to so much trouble for me

and keep such a beautiful home.

I am going to reward you.

Here's a kiss.

- Mwah, mwah. - Careful, Fred.

You'll, o-oh, wrinkle my apron.

Wha..

You like the flowers here, Fred?

I don't know, Wilma.

What a reception for a king!

(Wilma) 'Don't sit there.'

What's the matter? What's the matter?

I just fluffed the pillows. You'll make a dent.

A man's house is his castle.

Huh! Some castle!

thud

Fred, get off the floor, I just cleaned it.

If this is a king's life, where do I abdicate?

Fred, will you please get washed up?

What is goin' on here, Wilma? Where's Pebbles and Dino?

I sent them over to Betty's while I finish dusting.

A-a-achoo!

She knows I'm allergic to dust.

You sent Dino and Pebbles over to Betty? Why?

So we can be alone for a while.

O-oh.

You romantic little devil.

So it's just you and me tonight, huh?

No, Fred.

It's me and the judges

from Good Cavekeeping magazine.

Why?

I'm one of the finalists in their

Housewife Of The Year Contest.

So that's what this is all for?

I'm playing second fiddle to a ladies magazine.

Oh!

Fred, please keep out of the way.

The committee will be here any minute.

swat

Boy, Wilma, I don't know about housewife

but if they're looking for fishwife of the year

'you got my vote.'

'I'm going out to eat.'

Oh, oh, Fred, I'm sorry.

It's just that I'm so nervous.

500 dollars is a lot of money.

- 500 bucks? - That's first prize.

Plus a week's vacation in Rock Vegas for two.

Just for bein' a housewife?

For being the perfect housewife.

You'll help, won't you, dear?

- Fred, what are you doing? - You gotta be careful, Wilma.

You'll wrinkle your apron.

The judges from Good Cavekeeping are coming.

O-oh, you have a charming home, my dear.

Thank you. Have another hors d'oeuvre.

(female #1) 'Oh, no, thank you, Mrs. Flintstone.'

'I'm afraid I've had too many.'

'And those peanut butter sandwiches were delicious.'

(female #2) 'I can see by Mr. Flintstone's waistline'

'that you're a wonderful cook.'

(female #1) 'Yes, he does look well fed'

'doesn't he?'

(Wilma) 'And mother always said the way to a man's heart'

is through his stomach.

How true and what's more

a fat husband is a jolly husband.

'Right, Mr. Flintstone?'

[all laughing]

[laughing]

Oh, I'm glad to see

you're an old fashioned girl, Mrs. Flintstone.

Oh, so am I.

Most of our young cavewoman today want careers.

They aren't happy just staying at home and keeping house.

Well, I am.

Besides, Fred wouldn't have it any other way

would you dear?

Nope, I don't go for these smart efficient women.

I like them like Wilma here.

- Cute and helpless. - Helpless?

When a man gets married, he's supposed to do the work.

The little woman stays home and takes it easy.

- Takes it easy? - Well, we must be going.

It's been lovely meeting you. You'll be hearing from us.

And Mr. Flintstone, watch that waistline.

- Ha ha ha. - Ha ha ha.

She should talk about weight.

I saw a brontosaurus take first it its class

with a better shape than hers.

Fred.

Do you think what I do around here all day is easy?

Aw, sweetheart, I wasn't criticizing.

You keep a neat house and you're a perfect mother.

I don't want you to work.

- 'Hi, Wilma.' - Hiya, Fred?

We saw the committee leave. How did it go, Wilma?

(Wilma) 'Well, they learned about me and I learned about Fred.'

[babies babbling]

Pebbles. There's my little Pebbly-Poo.

Come to your daddy, my precious little baby.

'Wich-guch-guch-guch.'

[babies laughing]

He likes his women cute and helpless.

Who doesn't, Wilma? That's the best way.

[laughing]

Barney, what do you think Betty does all day?

Gee, uh, I don't know. Fools around, I guess.

You heard him, Betty.

Your husband thinks you fool around all day.

So does mine.

Ha! They should change places with us

and see who fools around.

Hey, Bamm-Bamm, put that down.

Hey, uh, you better look at your son.

(Betty) 'Hm, he's always my son when he's naughty.'

Bamm-Bamm, put that TV set back.

Barney, you better put it back.

- Yeah, okay, Betty. - Isn't that cute?

He brought it over so Pebbles can watch it.

[babbling]

[grunting]

I can't even move it.

[baby talk]

thud

(Fred) 'Oh, boy, is that kid powerful.'

(Barney) 'Yeah, I'm sure glad he's on our side.'

Well, Barney, do you think keeping up

with Bamm-Bamm is easy?

Not to speak of washing, ironing, cooking, and cleaning.

Hey, what's eatin' you, Wilma?

(Fred) 'Ah, it's something I said before, Barney.'

I didn't mean you were playing exactly, Wilma.

But I'm not working, is that it?

Well, no, I mean, not a real job.

You think your job is harder than mine, huh?

(Fred) 'Are you kiddin' or something, Wilma?'

(Wilma) I say my job is harder work. Much harder.

Oh, Wilma, you're being ridiculous.

Prove it.

I dare you to change jobs with me for one day.

Ha-ha! For Pete's sake, what do you know

about working in the quarry?

Nothing.

'But I'll bet you breakfast in bed for a week'

if it's easier than working here.

Okay, Wilma, I think you're wacky

but if you really wanna go through with it, you are on.

Alright, I'll give you my schedule.

Promise me you'll follow it exactly.

Yes, dear. Ha ha ha.

Barney, heh, heh, isn't she cute?

A schedule for housework.

[laughing] Can you imagine that?

Alright, Fred. Here's your schedule.

Boy, that's some list.

You sure you can handle all that, Fred?

Are you kiddin'?

Tomorrow's gonna be like taking a day off.

I'm gonna sleep all afternoon.

[both laughin]

[clock ticking]

[alarm ringing]

[bang]

Watch it, buster.

Wilma, get up.

'Not until breakfast is ready, dear.'

And just where are you planning to cook breakfast?

'Under the blankets?'

I'm not cooking it, darling. You are. Remember?

Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, today's my day off.

Okay, Wilma, breakfast in 20 minutes.

Now, this is what I call a breakfast.

Mountain goat meal, bronto sausages and eggs.

French toast with cactus berry jelly.

- Mm. - Wilma.

chomp chomp chomp

I slave over a hot stove and you don't say a word.

chomp chomp chomp

Wilma, talk to me.

Mm, amalgamated rocks are up 10 points.

Pebbles will appreciate her daddy's cooking.

Here's your breakfast, Pebbles sweetheart.

Na-na-na-na-na.

Well, so long, Fred. See you after work.

(Fred) 'Hey, Wilma, wait. Why isn't Pebbles eating?'

Because she's a baby, not a truck driver.

You have to cook her baby food and cereal.

It's on the schedule, remember?

Oh, oh, yeah, the-the schedule.

[Pebbles crying]

Better hurry it up. She's hungry.

Daddy'll have it in a jiffy, Pebbles.

[growling]

Haven't you fed Dino yet?

[crash]

[growling]

'Goodness, you are behind.'

[phone ringing]

Wilma, the phone is ringing.

It's for you, dear.

You're head of the telephone committee this morning.

They'll be checking in with you all day.

Who will be doing what?

The Ladies Auxiliary Committee. It's all on the schedule.

- Well, enjoy your day off. - I will.

And don't work too hard at the quarry.

A helpless, cute little girl like me? Ha ha.

I wouldn't know how.

Have fun. Bye.

[Pebbles crying]

Coming, Pebbles. Okay, Dino.

[growling]

Look out, below.

Not bad, Wilma. Drop it in the pit next time.

Got ya, Charlie. Ha ha.

Poor Fred, I really got the best of his deal. This is fun.

Look out, below.

In the pit, Wilma. The pit.

- 'Oh, I'm sorry, Charlie.' - What's goin' on here?

- Oh, hello, boss. - Who is that?

Flintstone was sick, so his wife came down to take his place.

- What? - Yup. That's Wilma.

(Wilma) 'Right, Charlie.'

Now, just a minute, Mrs. Flintstone.

(Wilma) 'Look out, below.'

thud

[muttering]

You need a little more practice, Wilma. See ya around.

Lunchtime already. Gee, the time went fast.

Oh and I must call Fred. Thanks, Hugo.

- Mrs. Flintstone. - Hi, Mr. Slate.

Gee, what's wrong?

You look like you just crawled out from under a rock.

O-Oh!

[mumbling]

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Slate.

I'd like to chat but pity the poor working girl.

I've got to make a call, eat lunch and get back on the job.

[fuming]

I got to get the dishes stacked, put the cake in the oven.

Close the door. I better check the list.

Iron Fred's clothes. Well, I'm behind schedule.

Easy does it.

Might as well do them all at once and save time.

[phone ringing]

Oh, no. Not the phone again.

Hello.

(Wilma) 'Fred, you sound out of breath. Is anything wrong?'

Oh, uh, of course uh-uh, ev-ev-everything's just fine.

[loud clattering]

Fred, what happened?

Oh, th-that, no-nothing, dear.

That was the-the TV.

One of those old western movies, you know how noisy they are.

Better turn it off, Fred.

Loud noises will make the cake drop.

Okay, Wilma. I'll do that. Goo-goodbye.

The cake! The cake!

Oh, swell. It dropped, alright.

[Pebbles crying]

Pebbles!

'Don't cry, sweetheart. It's just a few dishes.'

There, there, there easy, Pebbles baby.

Oh, you'd think the house was burning down. There now, you.

[sniffing]

Burning?

Burning! Oh, no!

[wailing]

Wilma!

- Here, I'll get it for you. - No, let me.

- You're doing it all wrong. - What's the meaning of this?

Scram fellas, it's the boss.

It's past lunchtime. Now, get back to work, you guys.

Hello, Mr. Slate.

My lunch pail got stuck

and the boys were trying to helping me open it.

- Wasn't that nice? - My, how chivalrous.

There'll be openings around here, alright.

Job openings!

I'm s-sorry, Mr. Slate.

I won't let it happen again.

Wait, Mrs. Flintstone. I want to talk to you.

(Wilma) 'Haven't time, Mr. Slate. Got a job to do, you know.'

[gibbering]

Four o'clock. Start dinner.

Maybe Wilma won't mind cleaning up this mess

once she's had a sample of my brontosaurus stroganoff.

Let's see now. First, I make the rice.

I wonder how much you need for two people.

That doesn't look like enough. I better use the whole box.

There! That should do it.

You come with me, Pebbles

and daddy'll get the gardening done while that rice is cooking.

Having fun, Pebbles?

[babbling]

[chuckling]

- Ready, Charlie. - Alright now, Wilma.

- Put it in the old bulls-eye. - Hold it, Charlie.

Tell Mrs. Flintstone I want to talk to her right now.

Okay, boss. Hey, Wilma, the--

Right, Charlie. Right on the old button.

Mrs. Flintstone,

I want a word with you.

(Wilma) 'Look out, below.'

[thud]

'How was that, Charlie?'

Ooh, Mrs. Flintstone!

Mr. Slate, are you alright?

(Mr. Slate) 'Go home, Mrs. Flintstone!

'Go home! Go home!'

(Barney) 'Hiya, Fred, how you doing?'

Barney, what are you doing here? Why aren't you working?

Well, I left early.

I thought you might be needing some help by now.

You sound like Wilma. There's nothing to this job, Barney.

Anyone can do 45 or 50 things in one day

if they're organized.

- And I am organized. - 'Atta-boy, Fred.'

I am now an expert in housework.

Any questions you want answered, just ask me.

Okay, uh, how come it's snowing in your backyard?

What?

I just walked through your backyard, Fred

and it's snowing.

Barney, don't be so dumb.

Look at this beautiful sunny day.

Now, how can it be snowing in my backyard?

I don't know but I wouldn't go back there without a shovel.

(Fred) 'Oh, no!'

You see, Fred, I told you so.

Yeah, I see, I see, Barney, I see. It's the rice.

I left it cooking too long.

[phone rings] That must be Wilma.

- Hello. - Fred, how is it going?

Is everything alright?

(Fred on phone) 'Oh, everything's dandy, just dandy.'

'Are you ready to give up, Wilma?'

Are you comin' home, huh? Are you, are you, huh?

'No, Fred. As long as everything's alright'

Betty and I are gonna eat dinner downtown

and go to a movie.

You see, I did such a good job

that Mr. Slate gave me the rest of the day off.

'He gave you the rest of the day off?'

Yes, wasn't that sweet of him?

'Well, I'm leaving here now, Fred.'

- 'See you later. Bye.' - Bye, Wilma.

Barney, help me shovel this rice out.

Wilma isn't coming home for dinner anyway.

Oh, sure, Fred.

But how about calling the Red Cross?

This place sure looks like a disaster area.

Wilma was absolutely right.

Housework is harder and I'm gonna tell her so.

Yup, it couldn't be any worse.

It couldn't be any worse if I had the whole lodge in here

playin' poker all night.

Hey, Barney, did you hear what I just said?

Yup, it couldn't be any worse, but I said it first, Fred.

Not that, you dummy. About playing poker.

Wilma and Betty aren't coming home till late.

And any guy who works as hard as I do

deserves a little relaxation, right?

Right, Fred. You call the guys.

I'll get a sitter over at my house to stay with the kids.

- Raise. - And I raise you.

I call.

And I think I'll have a sandwich.

Yeah, yeah, sure. Help yourself, Joe.

(male #1) 'Boy, Fred, this place is a mess.'

Ah, don't worry about it.

Wilma will get it when she gets home.

Yeah. Ha-ha-ha.

Nothing like havin' a little housewife

to clean up around the house, eh , Fred?

[phone ringing]

(Fred) 'Oh, deal me out, while I answer that, fellows.

- 'Hello.' - Hello, Mr. Flintstone.

- This is Hedda Rocker speaking. - 'Who?'

Hedda Rocker, darling.

I'm the editor of Good Cavekeeping magazine.

- 'Oh, well, Wilma isn't--' - It's alright, darling.

You don't have to call her. Just tell her to look pretty.

I'll be over in 20 minutes. I'm bringing a photographer.

Twenty minutes, I'll tell her. Bye.

She won. Oh, boy.

Five hundred bucks. A trip to Rock Vegas.

Whoa, whoa. Who-who-who's that, Fred?

(Fred) 'Oh, just the editor of the magazine that's running'

'the contest Wilma entered.'

She's gonna be here in 20 minutes.

20 minutes? She can't. Barney, check all the movies.

- Get Wilma. - Oh, there isn't time, Fred.

Hey, why is she coming now in the middle of our game?

This must be the final judging.

She probably has to make a decision right now.

O-oh, if I blow this, Wilma will kill me.

Now, hear this, lodge brothers.

This is red light.

Repeat, red light.

We gotta get this place spotless.

And I do mean now.

Barney, do you know how to make hors d'oeuvres?

I don't know, what are they?

'Those fancy little things ladies go for.'

Check. I'll set up an auxiliary kitchen and I'll make some.

You can depend on me, Fred.

Uh, Joe, Joe, you still have

that costume I wore at the lodge show?

Sure, sure. I'll get it, buddy.

Okay, you guys, let's dig in.

I got 20 minutes to become housewife of the year.

[instrumental music]

Faster, guys, faster.

I hope you brought plenty of film.

Right, boss.

They tell me she's a pretty little thing.

Let's catch an informal shot of her as she opens the door.

Check boss. I'm all set.

[buzzing]

Coming, Miss Rocker.

Hello, there. Won't you come in?

(Ms. Rocker) 'Oh, thank you, darling.'

That pretty little thing

is the homeliest dame I ever saw in my life.

- You look charming, my dear. - Oh, thank you so much.

You have a darling home here. You've done so much with it.

You can say that again.

- I mean, won't you sit down? - Thank you, darling.

You're a charming hostess.

What was that?

Uh, that was my dog, Dino.

When he crunches a good bone, you can hear him for a mile.

I got some shots of the house, Miss Rocker. What next?

'Just sit down, Flash, while we chat a bit.'

'Don't sit there.'

I mean, try this, it's much more comfortable.

A-ah.

'Here, let me help you.'

Now, you two sit right here and be cozy.

I'll bring some refreshments.

Boy, that is one weird dame. But you know something?

I wish I had a wife with muscles like that.

Oh, uh, Fred said to make some hors d'oeuvres.

But, uh, what can I use to spread on crackers?

Mm, it's not bad.

I think I just saw another can of Dino's dog food

up here in the cupboard.

I'll have the hors d'oeuvres for us in a minute.

Now, we'll just add a little Tabasco and a lot of chili

and then I'll add some cactus salt.

(Ms. Rocker) 'You're such a delightful hostess.'

'But you shouldn't fuss so, darling.'

Believe me, it's no trouble at all.

'Hors d'oeuvres coming up.'

Oh, oh, that's my cue.

Here we are.

I don't know how you do it, Wilma. You're amazing.

Please, Miss Rocker, try one.

You'll find them delicious, I hope.

My, they're marvelous.

What are they?

An old family recipe.

They're called Barney's Best.

How exotic!

As Good Cavekeeping's housewife of the year

you're going to have to share these recipes.

You mean, Wilma wins? I mean, I win?

I made my decision when I walked into this spotless house.

Congratulations, my dear.

(Ms. Rocker) 'What are you doing?'

Five hundred bucks and a trip to Rock Vegas.

Yabba-dabba-do!

Wilma, control yourself, darling.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that you made me so happy.

Hold that pose. The powerhouse wife of the year.

(Fred) 'Good morning, Wilma. Breakfast is served.'

Good morning, Fred. Oh, that looks lovely.

Nothing's too good for the housewife of the year.

It's lucky the people at Good Cavekeeping

have a sense of humor.

Well, after I confessed they said they were

gonna give it to you even if you hadn't been home last night.

Mwah! I mean, if I hadn't.

Well, uh, anyway, you earned it.

Believe me, now that I know how tough your job is

I wouldn't have it for anything.

Your turn now, Fred.

Thank you, sweetheart.

And now that I know how tough your job is

I'm happy with my job.

- Here's your breakfast, dear. - Ah, boy, we're lucky.

- You know it? - Mm-hm.

Because we've got each other. Mwah!

Not to mention $500 and a trip to Rock Vegas.

Oh, it's so exciting.

Is there anything about it in the paper this morning?

- Well, eh, I.. - Let's see.

Oh, it's-it's-it's just a picture.

(Wilma) 'Well, I wanna see it.'

I better warn you, Wilma, it's not too flattering.

Let's see it.

Oh, no!

(Fred) 'They didn't have time'

'to cancel the picture, Wilma.'

I'm going to be the laughingstock

of this town, Fred Flintstone.

You-you.. You sure could use a good permanent.

[laughing]

You know something, Wilma? You are one good kid.

- What a picture. - What a picture.

[both 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!