[instrumental music]
Come on, boy. Up! Up! Up! Up!
[grunts] Oh, Slate.
Him and his production quotas!
Alright, boy. Up! Up! Up!
Oh, my achin' back!
His aching back? What does he think I'm doing?
Playin' charades?
To think that in high school
I was president of my senior class.
Trouble was I kept gettin' re-elected.
Attention all workers.
Attention all workers!
Tomorrow being our boss' birthday
he hereby declares it a legal holiday.
Everybody gets a day off!
[all cheering]
As for today, everyone will work at double speed.
(all) Oh.
(male #1) 'Alright, back to the job.'
swoosh
[theme song]
[blaring]
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 ♪♪
thud
That dog Slate, speedin' us up.
Who does he think he is?
And as for that flunky Foreman of his I have a good mind--
- Flintstone! - Uh, yes, Mr. Flunky..
I-I-I mean, y-yes, Mr. Foreman.
Boss Slate wants to see you in his office. Right now!
He-he-he wants to see me?
- Uh-uh, w-what about? - I don't know, Flintstone.
All he said was to get that nitwit in here.
- He called me a nitwit? - That's right.
- What of it? - Well, at least he knows me.
I'm not just another number to him.
"Boss Slate."
Oh, boy. I wonder what he wants.
Hmm, what's this say?
[laughing] Nice sense of humor.
Come in, you nitwit. Come in.
Fred Flintstone, reporting for punishment, sir.
Off your knees, Fred, this isn't payday.
- Fred, you called me Fred! - Why shouldn't I?
Especially since you'll be spending
the day tomorrow on my yacht.
Yes, sir, spending the day tomorrow on your...yacht!
The S.S.Mogulrock! Do you mean--
(Slate) The missus and I won't be using it.
We're taking a tour of that
new amusement park Bedrock Land.
And, and you're trusting me with your million dollar yacht.
That's right, Fred.
Uh, just be sure to keep it tied up to the dock.
And no leaving the dock. Yes, sir.
It will be kind of lonely without my family.
(Slate) Take them with you.
Why don't you call Wilma right now and tell her the good news?
- Use my phone. - Oh, oh, oh! Thank you, sir.
I don't care what the others think about you, Mr. Slate
you're a real human being.
I wonder what Wilma will say.
Yay! Ha-ha!
A day on the boss' yacht. Hear that, Pebbles?
'Daddy's taking us on Mr. Slate's yacht.'
[babbling]
Hurray! Hurray! Whoopee!
Bye-bye, hon, I'll see you on board.
Ha-ho! I've never heard Wilma sound so happy.
Good, good. Got her little heart set on it, has she?
You bet, and don't you worry
we'll take good care of your yacht.
I'll treat it like my very own.
I know you will, Fred.
Here's the paint and brushes you'll be using.
Paint? Brushes?
(Slate) 'After you paint the deck you can start'
'scraping the barnacles.'
[Slate laughs]
I get it. Some invitation.
'All you long is a free paint job.'
Nobody is forcing you, Flintstone.
You can call your wife back
and tell her everything's off. Ha-ha-ha.
(Fred) 'That would break Wilma's heart.'
Yes, and don't forget little Pebbles.
'Probably wouldn't eat for days.'
Okay, okay. I'll do the work.
Ooh, what a miserable..
Boy, Fred, I still can't get over it.
Mr. Slate lending you his yacht?
Yeah, well, like I told you, Barn
he practically forced it on me.
Said I was, uh...definitely the yachting type.
Oh, that means you and Wilma will be meetin' all those
'rich filthy people at the yacht club.'
Uh, you mean, filthy rich people.
Oh, yeah, that's them.
Boy, Fred, I sure envy you.
Well, don't worry, Barn, when I am hobnobbing
with the upper crust, I'll mention your name in passing.
Well, so long, Fred. Good luck on the yacht.
So long, Rubble, do keep in touch.
Adios. I wish I was in your shoes.
Oh, hold it, Barn, I've an idea.
'Why don't you and Betty come with us for the day?'
- 'Bring Bamm-Bamm.' - You mean it, Fred?
- We can really go on a yacht? - Why not?
I may even invite you to dine at the captain's table.
Oh, gee, captain, I mean, Fred, you're a real pal.
I, uh, wonder what Betty will say
when you tell her the news.
Oh, yeah, I-I'll tell her right away.
Hey, Betty, Betty! Oh, wait till you hear..
What is it, Barney? Why the excitement?
Fred just invited us to spend the day on a yacht.
A yacht? How marvelous! Bamm-Bamm, Bamm-Bamm.
Guess what, Bamm-Bamm, we're going on a yacht.
Bam, bam, bam.
'Bam, bam, bam.'
[laughs] Betty and Bamm-Bamm
they've really got their heart set on it.
- Haven't they, Barney? - Yeah, that's for sure.
Hey, uh, Fred, I've never been on a real yacht before.
Uh, what will I wear?
This will do for a starter.
"Bedrock Paint Company."
- That's a painters cap. - Yeah.
Well, you don't have to help me, Barney.
I mean, you can tell Betty that everything's off.
[laughs] Bamm-Bamm probably wont eat for days.
Okay, I'll help you paint.
But it's a pretty sneaky trick.
True, Barn, but you know the old saying.
Yeah, what's that?
Two pigeons are better than one.
You mean, that's how Slate got you?
Yeah.
[laughing]
"Bedrock Yacht Club."
"Snobs Only!"
Very exclusive place.
The member's must be loaded.
Yeah, I just read, well, one of the members
blackballed his own son.
His own son?
He had no choice, the boy had gotten a job.
[laughs]
Uh-oh, here comes someone.
Yeah, I say, there.
A-are you people in the club?
Oh, sure, uh, 4-H Club, The Auto Club
Slam Of The Month's Club--
Fred, he's referring to the Yacht Club.
Eh? Oh, oh, yeah.
Eh, my boss, Slate said that we could spend the day on his boat.
He did? Oh, oh, yes, I understand.
It's the crew's day off, and you're the temporary help.
Yeah, well, have fun.
Temporary help? The nerve of that guy!
Forget it, Fred. We just don't fit the Yacht Club image.
Oh, yeah? Well, I'm gonna change my image right now.
See you, shortly.
Look at that boat, Barney, isn't she a beauty?
Ooh, I don't know.
Personally I prefer one of those southern-type boats.
- Southern-type? - Yeah, a yawl. Ha ha.
Oh, dear.
[chuckles]
There she is.
The S.S.Mogulrock.
[babbling]
No, this is just a dinghy.
Look.
(Betty) 'That is the Mogulrock.'
Oh, my gracious.
[barks] Huge!
Hey, that's really somethin'.
Biggest tax deduction I ever saw.
Ahoy, landlubbers
Captain Flintstone at your service.
Anyone for deck tennis? Ha-ha-ha.
Fred, you in that uniform, what on earth?
Pretty sneepy, doopie-snapppy, huh?
Hey, uh, tell me, usher any good seats
left in the mezzanine? Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, captain, sir, the kids are getting hungry.
- Me too. When do we eat? - Right, now, ladies.
Everyone to the gallery.
I believe, the word is galley, captain.
Eh, ahem, yeah, of course. Just, uh, testing you, mate.
Eh, step aboard.
Hold it, Barney. Take this.
A possum bird? Uh, what's this for?
None of your lip, you blighter.
Pipe me aboard. Hip hip..
[whistles]
splash
thud
[laughs] First captain I ever saw go down without a ship.
[laughs]
Nothing like Brontosaurus soup, huh, crew?
Aye-aye, sir, and such an honor to sit at the captain's table.
How true, how true.
Eh, you may clear away the soup, steward.
Aye-aye, sir. But I think you're taking this captain stuff
a little too seriously.
splash
[grunts]
(Barney) 'Sorry, sir. The soup curved.'
- Barney, my uniform, you, you-- - Don't say it, sir.
Remember there are women and children aboard.
Speaking of children, it's time for Bamm-Bamm's nap.
Come on, Pebbles, we're going down to the stateroom.
[babbling] Nighty-night.
Nighty-night, sweetheart.
Oh, she's so lovable. Just like her daddy.
Uh, say, uh, Captain Lovable, uh, shouldn't we be gettin'
started on that paint job for, uh, you-know-who?
Uh, later, Barney, first let's get some exercise
up on the deck.
This is a great way to exercise, Fred.
I, uh, I feel like a new man already.
Yup, nothing like shipboard life.
Makes you...glad to be...alive.
[snoring]
[yawning] It sure does, it, uh, gives you that old feel
t-to get up and go..
creek creek
snap
[snoring]
Uh, nothin' to worry about, Mr. Slate.
I'll take good care of your yacht.
You know me..
[snoring]
[instrumental music]
[barking]
Uh, uh-uh, oh, oh.. Oh, it's you, Dino.
[barking]
Oh, I get it, you woke me up to take a swim?
'Good thinking.'
'Boy, oh, boy, I can just feel that cool ocean water.'
'Here goes.'
thud
Help, Barney!
'Help, help!'
Oh, it's Fred. Sounds like he's fallen.
'Hold on, old buddy, I'll save you.'
thud
[Fred screams]
Get off of me, Barney!
Boy, I've heard of hard water, but this--
It's not water. We're beached.
'Looks like a deserted island.'
(Barney) 'Hey, we must have drifted here on a tide.'
Sure hope your boss has a sense of humor.
Oh, never mind him, let's explore the island.
Who knows what we'll find.
Hey, maybe somethin' valuable, like, uh, empty pop bottles.
We could make a fortune on the deposits.
Ah, Barney, all my life I've dreamed of this.
Our very own island.
And I have just the name for it.
- Rubble's Reef. - 'Uh.'
- 'No, Barney, no.' - Flintstone and Rubble's Reef?
No, no, no, should be something unusual.
I have it, we'll call it Flintstone Island.
(Wilma) Fred, what's going on?
Looks like we are stuck on a sand bar.
Welcome to Flintstone Island, ladies.
Flintstone Island?
Featuring the capital city of Rubble.
What are you two talking about?
All I see is a lot of nothing.
(Fred) 'Oh, yes, but this could be'
'a multi-million dollar real estate development.'
But people don't like plenty of nothing for their money.
[chuckles]
Ignore those scoffers..
Come, let us lay out the subdivision.
Right-o, Mayor Flintstone.
(Betty) 'Hey, what about us?'
You two figure out where to put the town
'and be sure to leave rooms for lots of bowling alleys.'
What do you think, Wilma?
They're acting awfully strange.
If there were a phone here I'd call the wagon.
The subdivision's a little steep here, isn't it, Fred?
Ah, and just the place to build the city hall
very commanding view.
Uh-oh, Fred, look at those giant footprints.
'Somebody is trespassing on our island already.'
Don't be silly, Barney, they're undoubtedly
ancient fossil footprints from another era.
Pay no attention to it.
[speaking in foreign language]
I-it's him, Fred, the ancient fossil from another era.
[speaking in foreign language]
- Boo! - Yike.
How do you like that?
- 'A weak-kneed wild man.' - Poor guy.
He's probably never seen civilized men before.
I'll make friends with him.
Uh, we be friends.
Friends.
[speaking in foreign language]
Okay.
- Hey, he learns fast. - Yeah.
And he probably knows every inch of this island.
Uh, maybe we oughta make him a partner.
Okay, but, uh, what do we call him?
Oh, I know, Fred, today is Friday,
so why don't we call him--
No, no, that's too corny.
We'll call him Saturday.
That's an off day and he's definitely off.
Me Saturday.
Union say, Time-and-a-half.
[laughs]
Hey, an organized savage.
Now I've seen everything.
He probably learned from the Peace Corps.
Come on, Saturday, show us around.
boom
(Barney) 'It's a volcano, Fred, and it looks kind of active.'
Stop worrying, will you, Barney?
Every new real estate development's
bound to have problems.
[roaring]
Ch-ch-chalk up another problem, Fred.
Yeah, instant gorilla.
Oh, he's gone. Thank goodness.
[roaring]
[screaming]
crackle
[screaming]
You know, Barn, if we live to draw up the plans.
This will be the bad section of town.
[growls]
Let's beat it, Fred. This property is condemned.
I am with you. Come on, Saturday, we'll save you.
(male #2) 'And now, ladies and gentlemen, kids..'
'...be especially careful. We're entering the jungle.'
(female #1) 'Isn't this exciting?'
(male #3) 'It's the best amusement park, yet.'
Bedrockland? But..
Then this isn't an island.
Not if it's the new amusement park, Fred.
Gosh, we didn't even pay admission.
We just drifted over across the bay.
Oh, boy.
(male #2) Now, be prepared, folks. Anything can happen.
click
boom
Uh-oh. It's old Rock-a-Papa Kettle acting up.
Never know when it will erupt.
[all exclaim]
[laughing] Look at those tourists, Barn.
Some of 'em are really scared.
Yeah, bunch of yokels.
Don't they know it's make-believe?
[screaming]
(male # 2) 'It's King Kongsaurus.'
'Watch out, he's a killer.'
See him, dear? The big monkey!
- Look at his teeth. - Now stop getting excited.
It's all in fun. They're just models.
I know, dear, but they looks so realistic, and..
crackle
Oh! I can't look.
Is it gone? I can't look.
Uh-oh, do you see who I see, Barney?
Yeah, it's Boss Slate.
If he catches you here, Fred
it'll be bugler blow taps.
He's bound to see us. We gotta do something.
Now, folks, we're entering
the most dangerous part of our safari.
A land of those bloodthirsty savages.
'The cave kooks!'
[speaking in foreign language]
That's my cue to attack.
Hey, I get it, Saturday works here as a professional savage.
That's why he knows about time and a half.
Never mind, Barney, grab some mud and grass quick.
Mud and grass? I don't get it.
You'll get this. Now hurry.
splash
I don't like it, friends.
This ominous silence, it's not a good sign.
You never know when some cave kook will..
[speaking in foreign language]
[gibberish]
Yankee go home. Yankee go home.
It's the cave kooks. What do we do?
Will you act your age?
bang
[speaking in foreign language]
Oh. Ah!
thud
[gibberish]
Stop overacting, you big ham.
thud
Wonderful, just wonderful.
What a spectacle.
Wait till my kids see this.
Uh, hold it a second, guide.
I want a picture of those savages.
A souvenir for the children.
Our children are all grown up.
It's more than I can say for him.
Nice show, savage.
You certainly have the misses fooled. Ha-ha-ha!
Now, I'd like a picture of you two.
Wait a minute. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
[gibberish]
The resemblance is remarkable.
'But I must be mistaken.'
[sneezes]
Gesundheit, Fred. Uh-oh-oh. Sorry.
Fred? Fred Flintstone?
Uh-h-h.
Peekaboo, Mr. Slate.
[stammering] Uh, we were.. I mean, I-I--
Wait a minute.
What about my yacht? Where's my yacht?
Control yourself, Oscar. Look over there.
(Mr. Slate) 'It's the Mogulrock.'
I thought I told you to keep it docked.
I-I-I can explain, Mr. Slate, boss.
Oh, sure he can. On your knees, Fred. Beg for mercy.
Never mind. Flintstone, you, you, ship lifter!
Not only are you fired
but I am charging you with grand larceny, insubordination
'mutiny and piracy.'
Uh, don't worry, Fred, a good lawyer
might get you off with life.
[explosion]
'Guide, will you shut that thing off.'
We already seen it work.
But I haven't touched a button.
[rumbling]
- It's really erupting. - What do we do?
Save us!
[gibberish]
Volcano God, blowing his top.
No use trying to make it back.
'The tracks already blocked with boiling lava.'
Oh, what can we do? Somebody think of something.
- Uh, speak up. - I have it, sir. Your yacht.
If we hurry we can all get aboard and escape by sea.
Good thinking, mister. Come on, everybody, to the boat. Quick.
[indistinct chatter]
(Barney) 'Uh, this way, Saturday.'
Hey, where're you going?
[speaking in foreign language]
Me have motor boat. Go home to family.
Nice knowing you, Saturday.
If you're ever in Bedrock, be sure
to drop in on the Flintstones.
Oh, boy, here comes the boiling lava.
- Say, Fred? - What is it?
About this real estate partnership of ours..
...would you like to buy me out?
[rumbling]
♪ For he's a jolly rock fellow ♪
♪ Which nobody can deny ♪
[all laugh]
Hear that, Fred? It's for you.
- You're a hero. - Oh, it was nothing, really.
What do you mean nothing?
'If you hadn't thought of the ship'
'we'd all have been lava burgers.'
He's right, Flintstone.
You brought the boat in here, the first place.
Guess we do owe you our lives.
[chuckles] I am dropping all those charges and rehiring you.
Why, why, thank you, boss.
And if there's anything else I can ever do--
(Slate) 'Well, uh, as a matter of fact, there is.'
How's it going, Fred?
Yeah, great, makin' me paint after I saved his life.
- I've a good mind-- - Flintstone!
You bird brain, look at this red paint!
I'm-I'm sorry, sir.
Uh, would you prefer some other color?
(Wilma) 'Oh, it's good to be home again, isn't it, Fred?'
(Fred) 'Yeah, but I sorta miss that yacht.'
I guess I was meant for the sea.
That's exactly what Boss Slate said
when he tried to throw you overboard.
[laughs] Remember?
Ha ha ha. Very funny.
[knock on door]
I wonder who it could be at this hour.
[speaking in foreign language]
Hiya, Flintstone.
Saturday! Well, what are you doin' here?
You invite me to drop in.
Me drop in, for week
with wives and children.
[clamoring]
Hiya, Flintstone.
[clamoring]
Hiya, Flintstone.
[clamoring]
(female #2) 'Hiya, Flintstone.'
[laughs] I'll get out the extra linen.
[clamoring]
Come in, everybody.
Welcome. Ha-ha-ha!
Make yourself at home. Join the family.
Oh, boy.
[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!