[instrumental music]
(Fred) 'Wow. So this is how Bedrock's gonna look in the future.'
[engine zapping]
Uh, it's just the way the book said.
Look over there.
'"Rocket bus to the moon."'
- Can I take this bus to Venus? - Sure thing, lady.
Transfer at Mars.
Just a minute, sir. How old is this boy?
Oh, h-he is under 12. He goes for half fair.
Uh, here, son
put your hand in this lie-detector.
[automated message] 'This kid is 14. Full fair.'
- This kid is.. - Oh, alright.
Sheesh! You can't get away with a thing these days.
[laughing]
Parents haven't changed a bit
in two million years.
[theme song]
[siren]
♪ Yabba-dabba-doo! ♪
♪ Flintstones meet the Flintstones ♪
♪ They're the modern Stone Age family ♪
♪ From the town of Bedrock ♪
♪ There 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]
(Fred) This is the life, huh, Barney?
Tomorrow starts the long weekend.
(Barney) Yeah, That's right, Fred.
We have Friday and Monday off.
Hey, you might call it a long, long, long weekend.
[chuckles] Yeah.
I've always been partial to the four-day week.
Nobody ever feels like going to work Monday.
(Barney) And by Friday you're exhausted.
So you might as well take that off too, huh?
Heh-heh. Right.
The only thing is pay day isn't
until Wednesday and financially
with me it's Mayday.
[bell chiming]
[brakes screeching]
Uh, you mean, you're a little short, Fred?
Uh, let me put it this way, Barn
if a war were declared tomorrow, I wouldn't have enough money
to buy a paper to find out who's fightin'.
Well, uh, I'd help you out, Fred
but I'm a little on the short side myself.
That's okay, Barney boy.
I'll get an advance from my boss Mr. Slate.
[instrumental music]
Alright, Flintstone.
A little to the left.
Careful now!
You know what happened the last time.
Don't worry, Mr. Slate
I have everything under control.
hiccup
thud
Oops.
You alright, Mr. Slate?
(Slate) 'Will you stop yappin' and get this rock off me?'
- Flintstone, you-- - I'm sorry, Mr. Slate.
But Hildegard has been having the hiccups all day.
hiccup
thud
Well, it's a...lucky thing
I had my safety helmet on.
[siren]
Hey, that's the 5 o'clock whistle.
Looks like that long weekend has begun.
Ooh, oh, that reminds me. Mr. Slate?
Eh, I know this isn't the time or place, Mr. Slate
but I wonder, Mr. Slate, if I could a little advance
on my salary, Mr. Slate.
An advance?
Okay, come on up to my office.
Ooh, that rock must have hit him harder than I thought.
(Slate) 'Here you are, Flintstone.'
Four dollars.
Thanks, Mr. Slate, this helps me out a lot.
Oh, think nothing of it, Flintstone.
Uh, there's just, uh, one little formality.
- Huh? - Sign this.
Mm-hm.
And the other line, too.
Mm.
And this.
And at the bottom there.
What's all this I'm signing, Mr. Slate?
Well, like I said, it's just a formality.
Uh, this one says you agree to pay me six percent interest.
Uh, this one is an insurance policy on your life.
An insurance policy on my life?
Why, sure.
If anything happened to you
the grief alone
would be enough to bear
you wouldn't want me to lose my money, too.
Ugh, forget what I said about that rock.
[sizzling]
Everything okay, Wilma?
Just fine, Betty.
The ribs will be done in just a few minutes.
You know, I was just thinking.
'I have a kitchen full of the latest gadgets'
'and here I am out in the yard'
cooking the way they did a 100 years ago.
I thought Fred promised to do the barbecuing.
He did, but it's not exciting enough for him.
He's over there training for a new job.
'Test pilot'
'for the Bedrock hammock company.'
[snoring]
Fore! Or whatever they say in croquet for "Look out."
thwack
[muffled grunting]
[mumbling]
Oh, hiya, Fred
have you seen my croquet ball
around here any place?
[muffled muttering]
Yeah, it has a blue stripe on it.
Oh-oh, there it is.
- Thanks, Fred. - Of all the stupid..
How can a guy take a nap with a nut like you around?
Oh, I-I'm sorry, Fred, but, uh, now that you're awake
how about a little game, huh?
Okay, pitch it, I'll show you
how croquet should be played.
Hey, Hopparoo, get a mallet for Fred.
And a ball.
(Fred) Look, you..
bam bam
Nobody likes a show-off.
Tally, ho-ho!
[instrumental music]
Tally hoo-hoo!
[music continues]
Okay, Barney, say goodbye to your ball.
whack
(Fred) 'Well, Barney, how did you like that?'
Hey, not bad, Fred.
But, uh, what did the rules say
do I play the next wicket a mallet or a whisk broom?
[both laughing]
If you think that was something
watch this.
whack
[snoring]
boing
- Now, what are you gonna do? - Watch.
Here's a shot you can tell your grandchildren about.
whack
thud
♪ Peas porridge hot ♪
♪ Peas porridge cold ♪
♪ Peas porridge in the pot nine days old ♪♪
[laughing]
Bam! Bam! Bam!
(Fred) Hey, sounds like somebody's havin' a lot of fun.
You wanna play that game with your uncle Fred, Bamm-Bamm?
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Uh, careful, Fred, it's a little dangerous
playing with the world's strongest boy.
Uh, let's see now, how does it go?
♪ Peas porridge hot ♪
♪ Peas porridge cold ♪
♪ Peas porridge in the pot nine days.. ♪
Ooh!
thud
Oh, boy.
That porridge has quite a kick to it.
Do we have time for another game, Wilma?
[blowing]
Yes, mother, the coals are just getting red.
[gasps] And I'm getting blue in the face.
What are you readin', Barn?
Uh, this is that new science fiction magazine
"Super Space Stories."
Yeah, I'm readin' about Rock Rodgers.
He lives in the 21st century
and goes shooting all over the place
uh, on his jet belting at uh, a-a 1000 miles an hour.
A 1000 miles an hour?
Yeah, oh, he goes to the moon, Mars, Venus..
Why does he go to the moon for?
- For lunch. - Far out.
Let me see that.
"And there stands Rock Rodgers
"tall, blue-eyed and broad-shouldered
"with a cheery wave of his hand
"Rock leaps into his jet saucer
"and presses the blast-off button.
"The sound is deafening
"as the mighty jets roar into action.
Huh! Rock is off."
Oh, boy, this clown is a real hot dogger.
Why do you waste your time reading this junk?
It's not junk, Fred.
Scientists are working on these things right now.
What is science fiction today
may be science fact tomorrow.
You mean, we're gonna jump into our space saucers
and take off for a weekend on the moon?
'Well, not us, Fred'
'but a couple of million years'
from now they will.
They'll have rocket bus service for all the planets.
Oh, yeah, I can just see it.
"Take the bus and leave the blast-off to us."
[laughing]
I don't get it.
What's the big joke?
You want to know, Barney?
You're looking right at him.
Hiya, Mr. Gazoo.
Hey, Barney, let Mr. Gazoo have a laugh, too.
[laughing]
Tell him about the bus service to the moon.
Maybe he'll wanna make a reservation.
[laughing]
Flintstone, when you laugh
you show not only your tonsils
but your ignorance.
Everything Barney said is true.
In fact, that book doesn't begin to describe
the wonders of the future.
Are you kiddin'? What's left to be invented?
We have everything now.
There's no use talking to you, Flintstone.
'Your a man completely devoid of imagination.'
(Wilma) 'Alright, everybody, dinner's ready.'
'Come and get it while it's hot.'
Coming, Wilma.
I may not have an imagination
but I sure have an appetite.
See you later, Mr. Gazoo.
'Rock, Rubble and me are blasting-off'
'for the barbeque table.'
[Fred laughing]
What a clod.
Boy, that was some meal.
As I always say, nobody can barbecue like my Wilma.
And as I always say nobody can eat like my Fred.
I have two sleepy people here who want to say goodnight.
- May I help you, mother? - No, thanks, you just relax.
I still remember how to put little ones to bed.
Hey, I have an idea.
- Why don't we take a drive? - A drive?
On a holiday weekend?
Oh, I bet the roads will be jammed.
What do you mean jammed?
There won't be anyone on the road.
Everybody's out of town.
Come on.
[horns blaring]
This is awful.
We haven't moved for 20 minutes.
So, there won't be anyone on the road
everybody's out of town.
Well...they are.
Every car in this road is from out of town.
Ah, don't worry, we'll be on our way soon.
I hope so.
We been on the road an hour
and I can still see my house.
I know what to do.
beep beep beep
Welcome to the free-way
the world's longest parking lot.
beep beep beep
Honking's not gonna do any good, Fred.
Too bad we're not living in Rock Rodger's time, huh, Fred?
I'll bet they won't have any traffic problems then.
They'll just sail along in their flying saucers
at a 1000 miles an hour like it says in the magazine.
Ugh, will you cut out that nonsense, Barney?
That magazine is just a bunch of hooey.
[scoffs] Flying saucers, 1000 miles an hour.
Oh, boy.
I see there's only one way to convince you, Flintstone.
Gazoo! Well, how's that?
By letting you see for yourself.
I'm sending you all into the future.
Oh, boy!
Uh, but, what about the girls?
Don't worry about them.
First of all, they can't see or hear me
and second, when they get back
they won't remember a thing.
Alright, are you ready?
Close your eyes and button your lip
and get all set to take a trip.
Diddle-dum and diddle-dee
'I'm sending these kooks to the 21st century'
[instrumental music]
'Go ahead, and press it, Flintstone.'
'Press the blast-off button.'
Okay.
click
[engine whooshing]
[buzzing]
Hey, look at that guy go.
He must be going at least 1500
because I'm doin' a 1000.
Fred, please, let's get off this flyway.
Relax, honey, we're coming to the Bedrock turnoff.
'Wow! So this is how Bedrock's gonna look in the future.'
It's just the way the book said.
Look over there.
'"Rocket bus to the moon."'
- Can I take this bus to Venus? - Sure thing, lady.
Transfer at Mars.
Just a minute, sir. How old is this boy?
Oh, uh, h-he is under 12. He goes for half fair.
Uh, here, son
put your hand in this lie-detector.
[automated message] 'This kid is 14. Full fair.'
'This kid is 14. Full fair.'
- 'This kid is..' - Oh, alright.
Sheesh! You can't get away with a thing these days.
[laughing]
Parents haven't changed a bit
in two million years.
Oh, look, Bedrock Discotheque.
(Betty) 'Oh, this we've got to see.'
I wonder what kind of music they play.
I'm more interested in seeing how they dance.
(Barney) Yeah, I'll bet they really go crazy now.
- Hey, let's take a look. - Uh, wait a minute.
I don't know if I have any money.
Money? Who needs money.
You just sign for everything.
Hey, how about that, Fred?
And you pay later, much later.
Hmm, sounds like a fair arrangement to me.
[instrumental music]
I don't believe it.
What kind of dancing is that?
That's our kind of dancing.
Gee, it must have come back.
Excuse me, kids, but is that the way all teenagers dance?
- Why, certainly, sir. - Yeah?
'I was just wondering about what happened to the Watusi.
- The what? - Oh, the Watusi.
Our archaeology professor told us about that.
Sure, it went like this.
[music continues]
My, what a perfectly vulgar dance.
Uh, please excuse us.
Did you notice anything funny about them, Barney?
Only that they were very polite.
That's what I mean.
Maybe they're old teenagers.
[upbeat music]
Hey, how about these moving sidewalks, huh, Fred?
Sure beats walking.
Heh! Imagine, Betty, we could shop all day
and not wear our feet out.
Barney, I'm starved.
Yeah, so am I. Hey, there's a restaurant.
Come on, let's get some nice, juicy steaks.
Now, let's see if I have this right
uh, the gentleman ordered corned beef and cabbage
uh, the ladies ordered lamb chops and you, sir?
Order anything you want, Fred.
This time the signing's on me.
[laughing]
I'll have a barbecued steak.
Uh, medium rare.
Coming right up, sir.
whoosh
'Lamb chops.'
[zapping]
'Corned beef and cabbage.'
[zapping]
'And the barbecued steak.'
[zapping]
Medium rare.
I hope it's the way you like it.
Hey! You call this a steak?
(male #1) 'What's wrong, sir? Too well done?'
[both gasping]
Hmm, which one of these pills is the corn-beef
and which one is the cabbage?
- Hey, Wilma. - Yes, Fred.
Pass the ketchup.
Well, Fred, what do you think of the 21st Century so far?
Not bad.
But I think I ate too much in that restaurant.
[instrumental music]
Hey, a barber shop!
'Eh, Barney and I will get a haircut'
while you girls are shopping.
- Fine. - Good idea.
Barney, if I'm going shopping
I'll have to borrow your pen.
Okay, Betty. Just don't bankrupt my ink supply.
[laughing]
Good day, gentlemen.
You're next.
There is nothing like a haircut, shave and massage
to relax a guy.
[whirring]
[device beeps]
[rattling]
screech
Boy, Fred, there's one good thing
about these 21st century barbershops.
Yeah, what's that?
You don't have time to tip the barber.
[laughing]
(Betty) I wonder how the boys are doing?
(Wilma) Here they come now.
Fred, Barney! Over here.
Hi, girls. How was the shopping?
Uh, yeah, I hope you didn't sign my life away.
Relax, boys. We didn't buy anything.
But we have a wonderful idea.
Let's take the excursion to Mars.
Gosh, I don't know.
What do you think, Barney?
Well, I was thinking a trip
to the moon would be nice
but if the girls have their heart set on Mars
then Mars it is.
Step to the rear of the rocket, folks.
'Plenty of seats in the rear.'
Here, madam.
- Take my seat. - Oh, no.
I don't want you to have to stand.
Uh, it's quite alright.
I'm only going as far as the moon.
[whooshing]
Besides, who's standing?
vroom
(Fred) '"Welcome to Mars.'
Altitude 133,561,000 miles."
And we got here in less than an hour.
I bet we would've made it faster
if the wind hadn't been against us.
Oh, don't be silly, Fred.
Everybody knows there's no wind in space.
Well, there is when Fred opens his big mouth.
[laughing]
[sneering]
Very funny, very funny.
Hey, come on. Let's not waste time.
Our bus goes back to Earth in two hours.
Hey, Betty.
- 'What are you lookin' at?' - The Earth.
Let me take a look.
'Umm, yeah, that's the Earth, alright.'
Hey, Fred, look at the scenery, kind of scary, huh?
Yeah. Gives you the creeps.
creep creep creep
[burbling]
[whirring]
Fred, let's get out of here.
Let's go back to the bus depot.
That's a g-g-good idea.
I-I, I think it's over this way.
Hey, uh, hold it, Fred.
I-I think it's over this way.
O-o-okay, smart guy.
W-we'll go your way.
Hm, it's not over this way.
And it's not over there
or over there!
- W-where is it? - Gee, I-I, I don't know.
H-how do you like that? We're lost on Mars!
What are we gonna do?
N-n-now, don't anybody panic.
[babbling]
Everybody s-stay calm.
- D-don't p-p-panic. - 'Re-relax, Fred.'
'We-we're bound to run into someone who'll help us.'
Uh, I'll look over here.
[gasping]
[roaring]
[shrieking]
What's wrong, Barney?
I just saw someone
but I don't think he's gonna help us.
Huh? What're you talking about?
Let me see.
[dramatic music]
Why, there's nothin' here
but a great big monster!
[roaring]
[growling]
Run for your lives!
[roaring]
(male #2) Alright. Cut, cut, cut!
Do you call that acting?
How did they expect me to make an A-picture
with a B-monster?
I thought I was pretty good.
I certainly scared those autograph hounds.
Look, look behind us, Barney
and see-see if he's catching up.
You look, Fred, I'm too busy runnin'.
[whooshing]
Hi, folks, enjoying your trip back to Earth?
And how.
Would you care to watch television?
- Yes, thank you. - Oh, yeah.
I've been wondering what television would be like now?
You'll have to watch..
- "Payrock Place." - 'Why?'
"Payrock Place" is the only show that's on
24 hours a day, seven days a week
on all networks.
Oh, boy.
[whooshing]
[instrumental music]
Sure good to be back on Earth.
- You can say that again. - You can say that again.
Hey, Fred, look.
"Slate Rock-N-Gravel Company."
'Hey, that's where you used to work.'
How about that? They're still in business.
Let's go in and have a look around.
"Our founder."
Well, what do you know, my own boss, Mr. Slate.
Uh, may I help you, folks?
Oh, thanks we're just looking around.
So that's the company's founder huh?
Yes, my remote ancestor.
I'm George Slate, the 80,000th.
Of course, I didn't know our founder.
Uh, but they say he was a fine generous man.
- You sure didn't know him. - What?
Uh, n-nothing, nothing.
Tell me, did you ever hear of an employee named
uh, "Flintstone?"
- "Flintstone." - Yeah, Fred Flintstone.
He was one of your founder's most valued employee.
Well, I'll look up the records.
It'll only take a moment with this computer.
click click
[beeping]
Ah, here we are, "Fred Flintstone."
- Uh, this is interesting. - What does it say?
(George) 'It says that this fellow Flintstone borrowed $4'
'from the company and never paid it back.'
Really?
And at 6% interest
it now amounts to $23,682,000.
- Oh! - And 67 cents.
Hey, you wouldn't be related to this deadbeat, would you?
Who, m-me, me?
Oh, I never heard of him.
Wilma! Barney, Betty! Let's get out of here.
Stop that man.
Come back here, you deadbeat's descendant!
Oh, darn this one-way side walks!
Hang on, everybody!
[whirring]
[instrumental music]
Oh, good, Fred.
The cars are starting to move.
Yeah, and I'm heading for home at the next turn-off
[instrumental music]
Betty and I will go in and fix a snack
while you're putting the car away.
Yeah, good idea, honey.
That trip to Mars
gave me an appetite.
Trip to where?
[chuckles] Oh, Fred.
[laughing]
You kill me.
poof
Don't worry, Flintstone.
The girls don't remember a thing.
Well, I do, and I wanna thank you, Mr. Gazoo
for a fantastic experience.
You're welcome, Barney.
And how about you, Flintstone?
Did you learn anything from your visit
to the 21st century?
I sure did.
I'm gonna see Mr. Slate first thing Tuesday
and pay back the four bucks I borrowed.
That interest could ruin you in a couple of million years.
Well, you may not be ready for the future..
...but then the future is not ready for Flintstone.
[giggling]
[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 ♪
Wilma!
[instrumental music]