[humming]
- Hiya, Fred? - Hi, hi, Barney.
Tonight's the night.
The Water Buffalo's annual bowling tournament.
I can hardly wait to throw out that first ball.
Hey, then, why you workin'?
When you get through with those bushes
you'll be too bushed to bowl.
[laughing]
Barney, this is the perfect exercise
to get those thumb muscles in shape.
Very nice.
Oh, very nice.
The Flintstone trademark.
High style and everything.
Why don't you get that Gazoo character to do this for ya?
Ah, I've had enough of him and his magic stuff.
I hope he's gone back to whatever planet he came from.
'Gazoo is a nut.'
Sticks and stones may brake my bones
but names will never hurt me.
You boys need any magic?
Yeah, just one. Vanish. Nobody needs you.
I hear you're going bowling tonight.
Your wife know about it?
My wife's got nothing to do with it.
You're forgetting something.
I'm not forgetting anything.
Just vanish, will ya?
Yeah, okay, dum-dum.
Don't say I didn't tell you.
What was he trying to say, Fred?
Oh, nothing.
He don't know nothing.
(Wilma) Hi, Fred. Barney.
Well, how do you like it?
(Fred) 'Like what?'
- My new hairdo, silly. - Oh, that?
If you needed a haircut, why didn't you ask me?
[laughing] If I can do a hedge, I can do you.
[laughing]
[theme song]
[siren wailing]
♪ Yabba-dabba-doo ♪
♪ Flintstones meet the Flintstones ♪
♪ There 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]
Oh, why so dolled up, Wilma?
(Wilma) 'The women's club violin recital's tonight.'
Now don't stay out here too long, Fred.
We have to leave in an hour.
I'll lay out your tuxedo.
Oh, no.
The violin recital, I forgot all about it.
Ha-ha.
And likewise, ho-ho.
I tried to tell you, pal.
Oh, beat it, will ya?
pop pop
[violin music]
A violin recital. You'll love it.
Scram.
pop
Lots more fun than bowling.
You put on your tight tux and sit in a stuffy room
with a bunch of long-haired squares.
snap snap snap
(Barney) 'Hey, Fred, now you and Wilma'
both have a new hairdo for the night.
[laughing]
It ain't funny.
Peace, friend. I want to help you.
That's my mission around here.
First, your hair back.
- Next, about the bowling-- - Beat it, will ya?
I'll handle it.
I'll just go in and tell Wilma
I will not go to any violin recital
because I am going bowling.
Look, you can bowl some other time.
Why not take Wilma to the recital?
What are you, a troublemaker?
Scram.
Fred, you got him mad.
Now, what are you gonna do about bowling tonight?
Relax, Barney, I will think of something.
The mastermind is at work?
[squawks] Yeah, and I bet his head hurts.
[humming]
hiss
thud
Fred, what's the matter?
(Fred) 'Oh. Oh, nothin', Wilma.'
'Nothin at all.'
(Wilma) 'Fred, tell me.'
O-oh, just a headache, I guess.
(Wilma) 'You better lie down.'
Alright, alright. J-just for a minute.
You were okay just a while ago. What happened?
(Fred) 'Oh, all that hot sun out there.'
If he thinks it's hot out there
he oughta try this.
But I'm still going with you
to the violin recital tonight
even if it is the last thing I ever do.
- O-o-oh. - We're staying home.
We're staying home?
Well, I couldn't leave you alone feeling like this.
Ooh, b-b-but you've gotta go.
Now, now, don't be brave just for me.
I'm not being brave.
Now, now, now, listen, Wilma
you go out tonight, an-and enjoy yourself
that's all that matters is your happiness.
Boy, you did get a lot of sun.
- I'll bring the ice. - Oh.
Psst. Fred, is the bowling game still on?
Absolutely, leave it to the old mastermind.
Oh-oh, Wilma.
Oh, I do hate to miss the recital though.
An old school chum of mine is in town.
- 'We could've gone together.' - 'Yeah.'
Too bad.
Wilma.
Did you say old school chum?
Mm-hmm.
Wilbur Terwilligerock.
He was our class poet.
Oh, he's quite a musician himself.
Oh, I know he'd love the recital.
Well, Wilma, that settles it.
You go with Wilbur To..
[stammering]
- But-- - I'll be fine. Really.
A-and since you have a new hairdo
and a new dress..
And you don't mind my going out with another man?
Oh. He-he-he.
Come on, Wilma, I'm a mature grown-up.
There's not a jealous bone in my body.
Hi, Fred, Wilma.
Hey, uh, what's that?
What's it look like? A block of ice.
Whoa!
Betty never hit me with anything like that.
[laughing]
Fred has a terrible headache.
(Barney) 'Oh, gee, that's tough.'
'I guess you don't feel much like bowling, huh, Fred?'
[mumbling]
Wilma precious, w-would you get me some of those headache pills?
(Wilma) 'Yes, dear.'
Eh, you, knucklehead.
I'm faking the headache to get out of the violin recital.
- Oh, well, is it working? - Like a charm.
Wilma is going out with some poet friend of hers.
And get the name.
Wilbur Terwilligerock.
[laughing]
'When you see them leave, you pick me up, huh?'
[laughing] Yeah, right, Fred.
Yep, the old mastermind has done it again.
We got a whole glorious night ahead of settin' 'em up
and knockin' 'em down.
thud
[screaming]
[humming]
(Wilma) 'Do you have everything you'll need, honey?'
Yeah, absolutely, dear.
[knocking on door]
(Wilma) Oh, that must be Wilbur.
Will you let him, Fred?
Tell him I'm almost ready.
(Fred) With pleasure, honey.
[chuckling]
Dear cute little Wilbur.
The egg-head poet.
[chuckling]
Good evening. I'm Wilbur Terwilligerock.
Yeah, yeah, ya-ya-ya.
Your-y-your Wi-Wi-Wil..
- Oh, no. - May I come in?
Oh, s-s-s-sure. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- 'Thank you.' - I'm-I'm F-Fred Flintstone.
W-W-Wilma's husband.
Uh, she is married, you know?
How nice. Uh, got a headache?
Uh, no.
Oh, you mean, this?
I'm-I'm beginning to.
Mind if I sit down?
- Thank you. - 'No, go right ahead.'
Er, my wife Wilma tells me
you're an old school chum.
Hm, that's right.
Used to carry her books to school.
In fact, when we were young
our parents thought that Wilma and I..
Well, you know how parents are?
[chuckling]
Oh, yeah, sure, sure.
[laughing] Hmm.
So, uh, you are going to the recital with Wilma
my wife?
Looking forward to it.
She's a very attractive woman.
Oh, well, I don't know.
[chuckling]
She was the prettiest girl in our class.
- Dear old cupcake. - 'Cupcake?'
That was my pet name for her.
Your, uh, your pet..
Would you excuse me?
- Wilbur here? - Yeah. He's here.
Well, tell him I'll be right out.
Oh, n-n-n-no hurry, dear.
[sighs]
How I look, Fred?
You know, honey, I'm not sure
that dress is exactly right for a violin recital.
But it's the latest style.
An original Orockacini from Paris.
Now, this is more like it and it will be warmer for you.
Those concert halls, you know, are always drafty.
Oh, silly.
'The women's club has the latest'
'in air-rock heat conditioning.'
Yeah, they would.
[piano music]
What's that?
(Wilma) Oh, that must be Wilbur.
Oh, he's so talented.
- Don't you think so, dear? - Huh!
I mean, uh, yeah.
You know, honey, I-I was just thinkin'
that we've been married now ten years.
Not quite. Nine and a half.
Well, closer to ten than nine.
Hm, yes. I suppose so.
'What's the point?'
Close to ten happy, happy years.
Very happy years.
Remember that.
Remember to tell Wilbur I'll be ready in a jiffy.
Oh, boy.
[piano music]
Er..
It's funny, Wilma and I were just talkin'
about how time flies.
- Really? - Yep.
We've been married now ten happy years.
Nine and a half.
I remember the wedding invitation.
Well, closer to ten than nine.
And by the way, uh, you married?
(Wilbur) No.
Must be awful dull for a bachelor
to take out a married woman.
Matter of fact, I find them far more interesting.
You do, eh?
Ahem. Excuse me.
Eh, now lipstick, huh?
Uh-huh.
Well, with your natural coloring, you know
you don't really need any.
Aw, oh, you're sweet.
Would you hand me the perfume, dear.
'Wilbur must be getting impatient.'
"Purple Passion."
"Guaranteed."
gulp
Sweetheart, you don't wanna wear this stuff.
- Why not? - Oh!
I-i-it just doesn't match up with your
um-m, belt.
Oh-oh, Fred. How would you know?
A man. He-he.
Honey-bun, you know that spotted lynx stole
'you've been wanting so long?'
I'm gonna buy that for you
first thing in the morning.
Why, darling, how nice.
(Fred) 'You're entitled after ten happy years.'
[squawks] For the last time, it's nine and half.
Hey, she'll be just a minute longer.
You know, make up, heh-heh.
Takes a little longer every year.
- Uh, cigarette? - No, thanks.
Never got the habit.
All those years in training.
- Training? - For the Olymprocks.
You were in the Olymprocks?
(Wilbur) Weightlifting.
Weightlifting? Hmm.
Well, if you're in training
I guess you'll have to be home early.
(Wilbur) 'The season's over.'
I can dance till the sun comes up.
Uh, but it ain't a dance, it's a recital.
There's dancing afterward in the rose garden.
Should be nice.
There's a full moon tonight, you know?
Full moon? Uh, excuse me.
Now, what time do you suppose you'll be home, dear?
Oh, I don't know. 12:00?
- 12:30. - Let's say 12:00.
It might be a little later.
We won't be leaving till 12:00.
Now, alright.
It's seven miles at 30 miles an hour
that's 14 minutes, make it 15.
That puts you back here at 12:15.
Hmm. I suppose so.
Well, not that it makes the slightest difference
to me, honey, but..
...it's good to know, in case anyone calls for ya
I can say that you'll be back at 12:15.
Hah, nobody will be calling, Fred.
[Fred groaning]
I, I don't want you to give it a thought there, but
I'll be here with my splitting headache.
Ooh, you just have a lot of fun
and forget how sick and alone I'll be.
You are sweet.
'Wilbur, how nice to see you.'
(Wilbur) 'You're lovelier than ever, cupcake.'
[Wilma chuckling] 'You haven't changed a bit.'
Oh, you did meet my husband, didn't you, tiger?
Yes, we met.
Tiger?
My pet name for Wilbur.
I used to call him "Tiger"
because he always growled at me.
Grr-rr.
[laughing]
Just a joke.
[chuckling]
[sighing] I haven't seen you since Fred and I were married.
'How long has it been?'
Ten happy years.
Nine and half. We better be going, cupcake.
Right, tiger.
See you later, Fred.
12:15.
Nice meeting you, tubby.
Hope you feel better.
Argh!
[Wilma chuckling] 'Oh, yes, tiger.'
Oh, what a dream car.
It's my brand new imported Rockerrari Special.
[car revving]
[coughing]
Why, you..
Ow! Ooh-Ooh! Ow!
So, uh, that was Wilma's poet friend, huh, Fred?
Argh.
Uh, did you get a load of that car?
Oh-ho, he must be doing alright, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yes.
[sniffing] Hey, t-that perfume
is really somethin'.
Yeah, yeah. Well, come on.
Let's go the bowling alley.
[instrumental music]
Gotta hand it to you, Fred. You old mastermind, you.
Don't remind me.
Oh, but you really outdid yourself tonight.
Don't remind him.
That's just what he is afraid of.
[chuckling]
Well, watch this, Fred.
The old Rubble-rocket.
thud
'A strike!'
'O-okay, boy. Set 'em up.'
I know my job, bub.
Just keep your shirt on.
I only got eight hands.
(Fred) 'Well, there are only 10 pins.'
Uh, your turn, Fred.
- Huh? - It's your turn.
Oh. Oh, yeah. Sure, sure. M-my turn.
Hey, hey, wait for the pin-setter, Fred.
Oops.
(male #1) 'Come on, Flintstone'
'you're holding up the game.'
Ah, pipe down.
What's the matter, Fred, still worried about Wilma?
I'm not even thinkin' about it.
Okay, then bowl.
You stay out of it.
screech
- Oops! - Uh-oh.
thud
Sorry, fella. That was an accident.
That happens again and you're gonna be an accident.
boing
whoosh
crash
Oh, brother.
Hey, Fred, if you don't feel
like bowling, I understand.
'You're worried about Wilma.'
No, Barn, why should I worry?
Well, maybe you're right, Fred.
Still, it ain't everyday a man loses his wife.
Uh, you know?
Look, let's get somethin' straight.
I am not losing Wilma.
She'd never leave me.
Uh, and stop reminding me.
(Barney) 'I don't know, Fred, that Wilbur's a good-looking guy.'
thud
Will you shut up?
I know my own wife, right?
Uh, right, Fred. But, uh, so do I.
Look, you saw Wilbur.
If you were a woman who would you pick?
Me or him?
- Well? - It, uh, depends, Fred.
Depends on what?
Whether you want an honest answer
or the word of a man who's trying
to avoid a punch in the nose.
Are you saying you would pick Wilbur over me?
(Barney) 'Well, uh, frankly, Fred, uh'
neither one of you is really my type.
Of course, if I had to make a choice
uh, it'd be you.
[laughing]
'Yeah, but, uh'
'you always said I had no taste.'
[Barney chuckling]
whee
Oh, no, not again.
crash
I give up.
I give up!
You were right, Barn.
My mind is on Wilma and that Wilbur character.
Well, I wouldn't worry, Fred.
After all, you and Wilma have been married
'nine and half years.'
- Closer to ten. - Yeah, yeah. Closer to ten.
She knows what you've done for her
and what she can expect in the future.
Uh, knowing all this
what more can Wilma possibly represent
when she's dancing in his arms?
Wilma! Don't leave me.
I'm coming.
[instrumental music]
Did you ever see such a perfect couple?
Just like Featherstone and Ginger Rockers.
And isn't he the most handsome thing you ever saw?
'Ooh, she's such a lucky girl.'
I don't get it, Barn.
What could Wilma see in him?
Well, apart from his curly hair, cleft chin
magnificent physic, devastating good looks
charming personality and talent, uh, I don't know.
[audience applauding]
Somehow I got to show him up.
But how?
Need some help, dum-dum?
Gazoo!
In the, if you'll pardon the expression, spirit.
Say, maybe we can get some use out of you after all.
You see that big phoney in there dancing with Wilma?
'The guy with the big smile.'
You mean that handsome brute?
- Uh, yeah, yeah. That's him. - Oh, shut up, Barney.
I'll tell him.
Gazoo, I want to show him up.
Now, he probably can't do anything besides a waltz.
So, uh, speed up the music, some hot modern stuff, huh?
Uh, but you see, dum-dum--
Just do as I tell you, will ya?
He'll be trippin' over his feet.
Okay. Okay, dum-dum.
He-he-hee. Watch this, Barney. Hah-haa.
zap
[upbeat music]
Beautiful, beautiful.
Ooh, that lucky girl.
Ooh! What a handsome couple.
Great!
[applauding]
(male #2) 'It's a crowd winner, huh?'
Look at him with that big confident smile.
I tried to warn you.
Oh, he's nothing but a big show off.
Oh, come on, Fred. You gettin' all worked up.
I got a right to be.
How would she like it, if I was out
with another woman?
Wait a minute, wait a minute! That's it.
Ha-ha. I'll give her a taste of her own medicine.
I'll let her see me out with another woman.
Oh, brother. Here we go.
Sure, so when she realizes she may be losing me
she'll drop old tiger boy like a hot potato.
But where you gonna get another woman?
Can you do it?
Elementary, my dear dum-dum.
Oh, whoa, whoa. Oh, no, no, no, Fred.
But really, I-I ain't your type.
Do it. Dress him up like a girl.
zap
(Gazoo) 'Voila. A beautiful..
Yuck.
Well, you can't win 'em all.
Ha-ha. From here on, you are not Barney, you're Barbara.
Oh, Fred, please, I-I don't wanna be your date.
(Fred) 'Just for a little while, Barn.'
'I mean, Barbara.'
Come on and, look, when we go inside
make a big fuss over me right in front of Wilma, huh?
Alright, but my heart won't be in it.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
The things I have to do.
Why couldn't I be a dentist?
Now, remember, you're an old school friend
who just came into town and you are crazy about me.
Uh, yeah, yeah. Okay.
Alright, let's go.
There, there's Wilma.
Now, remember, we gotta make her jealous.
Lay it on thick.
Yes, dear.
[laughing]
Oh, that's pretty good, Barbara honey.
Oh, hi, Wilma, Wilbur.
Fred, I thought you were ill.
No, I got over it when Barbara here called.
She's a old schoolmate of mine, visiting Bedrock.
Barbara, this is my wife
'and Wilbur Terwilligerock.'
- Hello. - Charmed.
Ye-ye-yeah, when we were kids our folks figured
we'd get hitched one day.
Isn't that right, poopsie?
Oh, yeah, yes.
[chuckling]
Poopsie?
Look, shall we dance?
You great big dream boat.
[laughing] Yes, poopsie.
Dream boat?
Now let's dance up a storm.
That should really get her.
[upbeat music]
Okay, she's watching, Barn. Now let's pour it on.
[Barbara chuckling]
[crowd applauding]
Oh, that was great, Fred and Barbara.
Just wonderful.
Now lets us show 'em, cupcake.
I'd love to.
It didn't work, Barney.
She's too far gone on him.
Oh, come on, let's go home.
Home? You're not gonna take me out for a malted or anything?
Oh, you're no fun at all on a date, Fred.
[laughing]
Oh, cut that out.
- Come on. - Yeah, some dream boat.
[laughing]
Well, thanks anyway, Barn.
Yeah, okay, Fred.
Hey, uh, I can't go home like this.
Oh, oh, yeah.
Gazoo?
- Now what? - Uh, switch him back.
Okay, okay.
snap
Ah. Hey, that's better.
The whole thing's my fault.
Lyin' and thinkin' only of myself.
Just like Gazoo said.
'And now, now, I've lost her.'
(Barney) That's sure tough, Fred.
If only I had another chance, I'd never lie to Wilma again.
- But.. - Uh-oh.
- 'Hey, uh, maybe Gazoo can--' - Nobody can.
And I deserve it.
[instrumental music]
- 'Fred?' - Wilma! But I thought you--
When you left, I had Wilbur take me home
as fast as he could drive.
Oh! He is really such a bore.
Oh, gosh, I'm so glad, Wilma.
There's something I wanna get off my chest.
He's a bore?
Worse than that.
He brags all the time.
The Olymprocks, dance trophies, oh!
I can't stand that in a man.
Now, what did you want to tell me, dear?
Eh, well, just that earlier..
Well, the truth is I-I lied about my headaches
so you would go to the recital without me.
- And-and, uh.. - 'Yes?'
- And then I could go bowling. - Oh.
Then when Wilbur showed up and-and..
You really didn't like Wilbur?
Not in the least. Go on.
Well, uh, er..
You never should've gone and left me alone.
(Wilma) 'I'm sorry, Fred.'
'I've.. I was being selfish.'
Well, we'll forget it this time.
(Wilma) 'You're sweet, Fred.'
I know, Wilma. I know.
Remember, don't let it happen again.
No, dear.
(Fred) 'I'm going for a piece'
'of rock-o-berry pie'
'before I turn in.'
Yes, dear.
[humming]
splat
Hey, what's the big idea?
You had that coming, dum-dum
for acting like such a knucklehead
to a sweet girl like Wilma.
Oh, yeah? Well, let me tell you something.
You, you..
[chuckling] You're right, you're right.
I deserved it.
And I'm gonna march right back in
'and I'm gonna apologize to Wilma this minute.'
Well, maybe there's hope for you yet.
[laughing]
You know something, old pal?
You're a pretty good guy after all.
So are you, dum-dum.
So are you.
[chuckling]
pop
[theme music]
♪ Flintstones meet the Flintstones ♪
♪ They're the modern Stone Age family ♪
♪ From the town of Bedrock ♪
♪ There 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]