Well, look who's coming
my old boss.
[laughs]
Rockbottom, stop the car.
- Now. - 'Yes, sir.'
screech
thud thud
[footsteps]
O-o-oh..
Now, you were saying?
I was, uh, uh, saying..
...good morning, Mr. Flintstone Boss.
Well, Slate my boy, time to get to work.
Mustn't keep the boss waiting, you know?
[laughs]
To the office, Rockbottom.
[engine revving]
vroom
[mumbling]
[coughing]
Fred Flintstone!
[coughing]
[theme music]
[squawking]
♪ Yabba dabba doo-o-o ♪
♪ 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]
I gave myself plenty of time this morning
so I can get to work before the whistle blows.
The boss gets awful mad when I'm late.
Oh, boy, that car up ahead
is sure going slow.
screech
Move, will you?
[squawks]
Out of the way, you!
[squawks]
Hey! Not so hard, chum.
He's gonna make me late for work again.
Okay, if that's the way he wants to play it.
thud
thud thud
He's gonna get me fired.
I don't know about you, but I quit.
Listen, you, the next time I say move--
Yes? What about next time?
M-M-Mr. Slate.
G-g-good morning, boss.
Never mind that, Flintstone.
Now get back where you belong..
...behind me.
Y-y-yes, sir. R-r-right away, sir.
Oh, boy.
Of all the people, I run into the boss.
I sure started this day off
on the wrong foot.
Some guys get all the breaks. Look at that.
'Big boss, big car, big shot!'
Sheeh!
What's he got that I haven't?
[tooting]
Hoi! Ooh, I'm just gonna make it in time.
[tooting]
Good morning, Mr. Slate.
(Slate) 'Good morning, McQuarry.'
- Hiya, Mac. - Hold it , Flintstone!
Hold it for what?
(McQuarry) 'You're 30 seconds late!'
- Thirty seconds? - Yup!
And we're duckin' you for it too!
Mr. Slate's orders.
Yeah, that Slate.
What a life he has, nothing to do
but boss guys like me around all day.
[instrumental music]
[Flintstone snoring]
Ooh, look at that Flintstone.
Goldbricking again.
No wonder we're always behind in production.
buzz buzz
Ms. Slag, get hold of the foreman
and tell him Flintstone's goldbricking again.
[typewriter keys clacking]
Uh, "Ms. Slag, get hold of the foreman
and tell him Flintstone's goldbricking again."
Yes, Mr. Slate. Immediately, sir.
"Yes, Mr. Slate. Immediately, sir."
Good.
Flintstone!
Hey, Flintstone! Wake up!
'Snap out of it! Flintstone, you better hop to it!'
Mr. Slate knows you're goldbricking again!
Okay! Okay!
[instrumental music]
And another thing
the accountant wants to see you.
thud
Alright, Flintstone!
Slate's gonna hear about this.
(Fred) 'So I slipped. Sheeh!'
"Petrified accountant."
Wonder what he wants.
[knocking on door]
- Who's there? - 'Uh, this is Fred Flintstone.'
You sent for me, Mr. Rockpile?
Yes, you own the Bedrock Quarry Company
thirty three dollars.
I what?
For the past 11 weeks
you've gotten three dollars
too much in your pay envelope.
Too much? Why, I thought it was a raise!
You have to be joking, Flintstone!
You, a raise? Harr harr!
I...thought it was a...surprise.
If Mr. Slate hears about it
it's going to be.
But-but-but..
You wish Mr. Slate to learn about it?
No, no.
Oh, you can deduct it.
We intend to.
Well, what are you waiting for? Get back to work!
Yes, Mr. Rockpile.
Goodbye, sir.
Oh, ho-ho-ho, that Slate!
All he does is sit back and figure out
how to make my life miserable.
Whew! It's hot.
Better stop for a drink before I get back on the job.
Hands are entitled to a little relaxation.
slurp
slosh
gulp gulp gulp
Ah.
Well, at least here's one place
that Slate can't find me to bawl me out.
I better check on that Flintstone character.
click
Aha! Asleep at the water quarry, is he?
Hmm, this is a lot more comfortable
than the quarry.
So?
thud
You fell into my trap, Flintstone.
You think that water cooler is there
so you can goldbrick?
Now, get back to work!
Uh, yes, sir-sir.
[mumbling]
What did you say, Flintstone?
I-I-I just said, o-o-okay, Mr. Slate.
Never mind the okays.
Just remember what you're paid for.
And no more goofing off!
I'm watching your every move!
Oh..
Did anybody ever have it as tough as me?
You think you got it tough?
How'd you like to swap jobs, fatso?
[instrumental music]
[mumbling] That crying, no-good Slate.
Who put a [indistinct] like that Slate has?
[tooting]
Quitting time!
[instrumental music]
Whoa. That's a load off my back.
[hurried footsteps]
screech
Open up, Busto.
creak
thud
Okay, Flintstone, caught you.
You clocked out 45 seconds early!
F-f-forty five s-s-sec--
Don't think you won't get ducked.
'Mr. Slate's orders. Now, get going!'
[hurried footsteps]
[indistinct mumbling]
Ooh!
[instrumental music]
How's the lawn mower working now, Barney?
Oh, just fine, Betty.
It's much easier pushing it
with that new skateboard attachment.
Yeah, what will they think of next?
Here comes Fred, Barney.
(Barney) 'Oh, hiya, Fred.'
[growling]
- Uh-oh. - What's with Fred, Barney?
He must have had a bad day.
I hope it isn't serious.
Well, what's the matter? Bad day at Bedrock, Fred?
[laughing]
You..
[Dino yelping]
[Fred snarls]
[whimpering]
Gee, Fred, Dino was only saying
how glad he was to see you home.
Well...I-I know, Barney.
I'm-I'm sorry.
'I shouldn't take it out on you or Dino.'
- Uh, take what out? - 'Oh, that Slate!'
Barney, what a pushing around
he gave me today.
Boy, if I could have just one wish
I'd fix him but good.
Well..
Well, what?
What are you talking about?
Our friend, The Great Gazoo.
Hey! Yeah! Gazoo!
tinkle
You called?
Oh, yeah, Gazoo. Uh, Fred was just sayin'--
I'd rather tell him myself.
I was sayin' that if I had the chance
I'd really fix all those wise guys
down at the office.
Meaning your boss, eh?
Especially him.
In other words, you'd like to be boss in his place?
Ha ha! Boy! Would I?
Nothing to do all day
but sit around yelling at people
giving orders and raking in the dough.
[chuckles] Huh, Barn?
Well, gee, Fred, I don't know, uh..
He must do more than that, uh..
Well, I'd like to try it just once.
Consider it done, dum-dum.
- Huh? - You wanna be boss.
Yeah, yeah!
You've got your chance.
As of 0800 tomorrow morning
you will be boss for one day.
[gasps] Y-y-you mean it?
Mean what, Fred? What were you talking about, dear?
Uh, oh, uh-uh-uh, nobody, n-nothing.
Just-just Barney and me, we were j-just talking.
Ka ka kapoo.
Bless you, Pebbles.
Are you getting a cold, dear?
It's funny how only you and me
and the kids can see Gazoo, huh, Fred? Ha ha.
Not so funny, dum-dum.
(Gazoo) You two can see me because you found me.
The children can see me because they understand me.
Well, I understand you.
Fred, did anything unusual happen today?
(Wilma) 'Fred, I'm talking to you.'
Huh? Uh, no, no, dear.
Noth-nothing happened.
Well, come on in and wash up.
The Rubbles are coming over to a barbeque.
Ka ka kapoo.
Bless you, Pebbles.
I see Fred got himself
some beautiful new barbeque equipment.
Boy, this steak is takin' a long time to cook.
How do you want it?
(Fred) 'Um...medium rare.'
One bronto steak, medium rare, coming up.
buzz
Hey, that's perfect, Gazoo!
Naturally.
Not so fast, Bamm-Bamm.
'Hey, Bamm-Bamm. Hey, no!'
(Bamm-Bamm) Hey, bam, bam, bam!
You know, Wilma, having the strongest kid
in the world can sometimes be a real problem.
Help!
- 'Bam, bam, bam!' - Help.
(Fred) 'Oh..'
...here we go again.
I hope Gazoo shows up today.
Fred, haven't you forgotten something?
Mm, uh, what?
Oh. Ha ha ha.
I'm sorry, Pebbles.
Muah.
Have a good day, dear.
Can't be worse than the one I had yesterday.
Have a good day, Barney.
Oh, thanks. You too, Betty.
Bamm-Bamm, say goodbye to daddy.
Uh, goodbah, goodbah.
[laughs]
How about that, Betty?
He's saying goodbye.
thud thud thud
honk honk honk
Barney, I don't wanna be late for work, come on!
Oh, I'm sorry, Fred.
But when the world's strongest boy
says goodbye, it ain't easy.
Okay, hurry up.
(Barney) 'Uh, sure, Fred.'
'Well, goodbye, Bamm-Bamm.'
Another day, another dollar, huh, Fred?
Yeah.
vroom
Here it is tomorrow morning
and I'm still the same guy I was yesterday.
Oh, I'd hate to wake up and be somebody different. Ha ha ha.
No, no, I mean, Gazoo promised to make me boss for a day.
And so you shall, dum-dum.
At precisely 0800, which is..
...three, two, one, now.
zap
- Whoa! - Uh, g-g-gosh!
It happened!
Yeah, I hardly recognize you, Fred.
[laughing]
- Uh, Rockbottom. - Yes, sir.
- 'Stop the car.' - Yes, sir.
screech
Out.
- Who, me? - Yes, you.
I'm a boss, I can't be seen riding with you.
But-but-but you always give me a lift in the morning.
- Out! - Yes, boss.
Proceed, Rockbottom.
vroom
He's starting off on the wrong foot.
Yeah, I just hope he doesn't put it in his mouth.
[instrumental music]
Well, look, who's coming.
My old boss.
[laughing]
Uh, Rockbottom, uh
slow down a bit.
(Rockbottom) 'Yes, sir.'
Come on, you, move it!
I don't wanna be late!
honk honk honk
Rockbottom, stop the car...now.
(Rockbottom) 'Yes, sir.'
screech
crash
[footsteps]
Oh-h-h!
Now, you were saying?
I was, uh, uh, saying
good morning, Mr. Flintstone boss.
Now, let's see, uh, your name is--
I-is Slate, sir.
Uh, one of your lower echelon fawning-type best men, sir.
(Fred) 'Oh, yes, I've seen you around the quarry.'
'Fawning, come to think of it.'
[tooting]
Well, Slate my boy, time to get to work.
Mustn't keep the boss waiting, you know?
[laughing]
- To the office, Rockbottom. - Yes, sir.
vroom
[coughing]
[indistinct mumbling]
Flintstone!
[coughing]
Good morning, Mr. Flintstone.
Lovely morning, boss.
Not for everybody.
When Slate gets in, make sure you mark him late.
Yes, sir boss.
[laughing]
What a great day this is gonna be.
Only a quarter after eight
and already it's the happiest day of my life.
Ah, let's see who's first on my list.
Mmm...uh-huh, yes.
buzz buzz
Miss Slag, get me the foreman.
I want him here in six seconds.
Uh, "Miss Slag, get me the foreman.
I want him here in six seconds."
Yes, Mr. Flintstone, immediately, sir.
Hey, watch it!
chomp
Every time we get a new boss
we get a new system.
Six seconds on the nose.
Gr-r-reat! Ha ha ha!
Foreman, I want you to keep your eye on Slate.
I hear he's goofing off.
Yes, sir, Mr. Flintstone!
Alright, back to work.
screech
Slate, you're goofin' off!
'And Mr. Flintstone, the new boss, don't like it!'
I won't anymore!
I promise!
creak creak creak
[laughing]
Oh, boy!
Well, who's next on the agenda?
Oh, yes! The company accountant.
(female #1) 'Mr. Rockpile, you're wanted in the front office.'
Y-y-yes, sir, uh, ma'am.
Rockpile, it has just come to my attention
that you're being overpaid.
I'll cut my salary at once, sir.
And raise mine, right?
Uh, right, sir. Right, sir.
Okay, back to your books.
Uh, yes, Mr. Flintstone.
swish
thud
[laughing]
Well, now that I've taken care
of all the important business
I think I'll call Barney.
Gee, Fred, pretty snazzy place.
Yeah, Barn, not bad.
Say, uh, Barney, uh, I wanna apologize for this morning.
Oh, that's okay, Fred.
(Fred) 'No, no, no, it's not.'
I didn't treat you right, and I'm sorry.
Here, help yourself, old buddy.
(Barney) 'Gee, thanks, Fred.'
[sniffs]
Here, Barney, take these for after lunch.
'Oh, gee, Fred, thanks.'
'But, uh, I didn't bring any lunch with me.'
What? Are you kiddin'?
Well, be my guest, Barney boy!
There's an executive dinin' room here.
Waiters, tablecloths, the works. Come on!
So...that's why we're always losing money.
Throwing away the company's profits on entertaining
and handing out expensive cigars
to every Tom, Dick and Harry who walks in.
Uh, my name's Barney, not Tom, Dick or Harry.
Never mind, you.
You, Flintstone, what do you think you're doing?
Hold on, shorty.
I'm the boss around here.
Big deal!
Do you know who I am?
No! Who?
I am the chairman of the board of directors.
You work for me!
I do?
Uh, you mean, the boss has a boss?
You bet, short stuff, and that's me.
Gee, and I didn't even know.
You better go, Barney, and I'll see you later.
Well, uh, okay, Fred.
Hold it!
Now beat it.
Alright, Flintstone.
During lunch, I have a few matters to discuss with you.
Yeah, in the executive dining room.
(male #1) 'You're joking, Flintstone.'
'We don't have time for that routine.'
Here, have a carrot.
Best lunch in the world. Sharpens your wits.
'Doesn't make you sleepy and keeps your waistline trim.'
Yours could do with a whole lot of trimming, Flintstone.
'Pick up your carrot, Flintstone, and come with me.'
[growling]
- Flintstone, follow me! - 'Uh, where to?'
Questions, questions.
Can't you underlings ever just take an order
without a lotta yacking?
'Now, come on!'
[Fred mumbling]
And pick up your lunch!
[Fred mumbling]
crunch crunch
I never knew Slate had it so tough.
Hi, Mr. Chairman.
Hi, Mr. Flintstone.
Havin' a good lunch, men?
(men) Yes, sir.
Good, nothing like a substantial meal
to make a man work better.
Eh, Flintstone?
For them it's good, but for me it's no good.
- How come? - They work, Flintstone.
These men are the backbone of our industry.
(all) Goodbye, Mr. Chairman, Mr. Flintstone.
Ta-ta, gentlemen. Enjoy your meal.
[mumbling]
He acts like they're bosses and I'm just a-a-a--
Stooge is the word for it. Now, come on.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
Being a boss is tougher than I thought.
Flintstone, meet your board of directors.
You all know Flintstone, of course.
- Ah, yes. - Yes, of course.
Hi, fellows, I, uh--
Be seated, gentlemen.
swish swish
Flintstone, the meeting is ready to begin.
Uh, where do I sit, Mr. Chairman?
At the end of the table.
Oh, yes, sir.
swish
First order of business, gentlemen, is lunch.
crunch
chomp chomp chomp
(male #1) 'Flintstone..'
'...uh, why aren't you eating your lunch?'
I finished mine.
(male #1) 'Alright, let's get down to business.'
- Who are we firing first, sir? - I haven't decided.
We have a few matters to take up with Flintstone.
- Such as? - Such as, wages have gone up.
(male #2) 'And prices have gone down.'
You gave yourself a raise, Flintstone?
(Fred) 'Y-y-yes, sir.'
(male #1) 'Well, cut your salary.'
Uh, yes, sir.
Our prices have had to come down
to meet our competition.
Yes. What are you going to do about that?
Yes, what?
Well, I'm, uh..
...studying the, uh, uh, situation.
Your recommendations will be on my desk in the morning.
What's your report on production?
Uh...w-we produce rocks.
We are all aware of what we produce
you nincompoop.
swish
screech
What we wanna know is, how much.
Gee-whiz, I just took over this morning.
Alibis will get you no place.
Well, gentlemen, so much for business.
I'm for a plunge in our executive pool
and then a nice steam bath in our executive steam room.
- 'Uh, who'll join me?' - Me.
You? You're just a boss around here.
The steam room is for the directors.
'Alright, gentlemen, to the executive pool.'
Gee, poor Mr. Slate.
I never dreamed he had such a miserable life.
[mumbling]
knock knock knock
Yeah?
Busy, dear?
'No, no, I'm just waiting for some scissors'
so I can start cutting out paper towels. Sheeh!
Oh, I just bought this beautiful
full-length megasaurus coat
and I need some money.
"Megasaurus coat?"
"Money?"
Well, dear, you're the boss.
[laughing]
[grunts]
[tooting]
Oh, boy! Quittin' time.
Now I can get outta here.
Where do you think you're going?
Well, it's closing time and I'm goin' home.
It's closing time for our valued working men, Flintstone.
For bosses, no.
'You're not on a time clock.'
'You stay till your work is done'
and that's an order!
thud
[grunting]
Home, Rockbottom.
(Rockbottom) 'Yes, sir.'
Oh, boy, I've never been so glad
to get to the end of a day in my life.
zap
Dear, dear, dear.
Poor dum-dum.
I better bring him back.
zap
Hey! What do you know?
It's over. It's me again.
Oh, boy.
Gazoo!
Hey, I'll never forget you
for teachin' me such a good lesson.
Well, you really learned something
didn't you, dum-dum?
Did I?
My poor boss, Mr. Slate.
Boy, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes
for all the money in the world, Gazoo.
screech
thud
(Fred) 'And I'll tell you something else too.'
'I've been goofin' off at work.'
'But no more.'
'I found out today what a lucky guy I really am.'
And what a real friend you are, Gazoo.
Thanks again, pal.
[laughing]
(Wilma) 'Fred, is that you, dear?'
Be right in, Wilma!
Hurry, dear.
I kept your dinner warm
and you're just in time to tuck Pebbles in.
Sure glad to be home.
By the way, Fred
were you talking to someone in the garage?
Uh...uh...oh
that-that, yeah...no.
No, th-that was a, a radio program
called, uh, uh, uh
'"The Man From Planet Rotto."'
(Wilma) 'Oh, I never heard of it.'
'Must be a new program.'
(Fred) 'Yeah. Sure is.'
[Fred laughing]
Well...I guess I can chalk up
another good deed.
I certainly am going to miss these earthly dum-dums
when I get back to my own planet.
[yawns]
[theme music]
♪ 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 ♪♪
Wi-i-ilma-a-a!
[banging on door]