[instrumental music]
Hiya, Mrs. Flintstone, is Flintstone around?
Oh, uh, h-hello, Joe.
Um...uh-uh, Fred?
Yeah, you know, your husband.
[laughing]
Say, what's, uh, going on in the garage?
Oh, no. Flintstone in tights doing a ballet?
[Joe laughing]
Joe, Joe, wait.
You wouldn't repeat this to anyone, would you?
'Are you kidding?'
This is the scoop of the century.
[laughing]
Oh, boy. And they call us woman gossipy.
[sighs]
[theme music]
[siren wailing]
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]
(male narrator) Stonyside Country Club.
Mecca of Bedrock's aristocracy.
Here, the selected few gather to enjoy
the opulence and luxury of the good life.
Here, the cultured and more refined
in other words, rich Bedrock people
can enjoy a dip in the club's swimming pool.
splash
Or roll a few lines in their private bowling alley.
whoosh
[pins crashing]
They even have an automatic pin-setter.
Then there is the quiet luxury
of a friendly game of billiards.
In short, this is a club anyone would love to join.
And at this moment, out here on the Stonyside golf course
the powerful membership committee has met
for a round of golf and to consider
the application of a new member.
"Fred Flintstone."
Rather a crude common name don't you think, Sofia?
Quite so, dear.
We must be careful about
whom we permit in Stonyside Club.
It's our responsibility to retain
a strictly upper crust nature of our membership.
'Caddie!'
thump thump thump
We can't be too careful.
We must preserve our noble strain.
It's so nice to be rich and cultured
and better than another people.
How true.
Fore!
Did anyone see where my ball went?
[babbling]
We did and it didn't.
Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk. I'm so sorry, dear.
We must replace all dibids.
I'll give it one more whack.
Fore!
boing
Good heavens!
clank
Did you keep your eye on the ball that time?
Yes, but try to keep your ball
off my eye, won't you, dear.
My, what a poor lie. Oh, well.
It's the rule, sweetie. Play the ball where it lies.
Fore!
thwack
Uh, Sofia?
plop
Perhaps we should forget golf for today.
I think we should get on with investigating
this Flintstone person immediately.
Good idea.
That should be much more fun and safer.
(Betty) 'Dino, a pedigree? Oh, come on, Wilma. Hee-hee-hee!'
(Wilma) 'That's right Betty, a pedigree.'
The Dinosaur Club just mailed us his papers.
Ever since he learned he was a descendant
of a royal dinosaur family
he's been a regular snob.
[chuckles]
'Just look at that uppity attitude.'
bam
[sniggering]
I think that's the Flintstone place
just ahead, Stevens.
Yes, ma'am.
Rather a small house, isn't it?
That's one strike against him.
Perhaps it's a summer cottage.
It had better be.
'The place might even be the servants' quarters.'
I still can't believe it.
Your pet, Dino, is actually
the grandson of the duke of Snob Stone.
Hear that?
Her pet name for her husband is Dino
and he's descended from royalty.
(Wilma) Oh, I know, it's wonderful for him.
But I suppose now he'll want a home in the country and a yacht.
Oh, one lump of sugar or two, my dear?
(Betty) 'Two please, you know how extravagant'
'we blue-bloods are.'
My, isn't this delicious?
What? I can't hear.
(Betty) A toast, Wilma.
Here's to all the wealth, fame and fanfare
that goes with royalty.
(Wilma) 'I'm with you.'
I just love that kind of talk.
- So sophisticated. - Our kind of people.
Come, we must sign up the Flintstones
before some other club does.
That's what I've been saying all along, darling.
I don't know if I'd like being rich, Betty.
But I'd sure like to try.
[door bell rings]
Come in, the door is open.
Oh, Mrs. Flintstone, congratulations.
We, the Stonyside Country Club membership committee
are proud to snap you up.
Uh-uh, th-that is a-accept your application
into our exclusive country club.
R-r-really?
Here is your new membership card.
Of course, we'll expect you at our annual ball this Saturday.
Oh, why, oh-oh, of course.
Fine, goodbye now and please give our best
to your distinguished husband.
[laughing]
"Distinguished husband"?
My Fred?
I knew Fred had applied for this
but I never though he'd be accepted.
- I just don't get it. - I think I do.
I bet they eavesdropped on our conversation
'about Dino's royal background'
'and they must have assumed we were discussing Fred.'
thud
'Oh, you think Fred will fit in'
'with that high society crowd?'
I don't know. Fred's a wonderful man.
But, uh, he is a bit rough around the edges.
Alright, let's get things moving up there.
Let's go!
What're all these guys doing on the freeway anyhow?
- Same as you, Fred, griping. - Come on! Move it!
[squawking]
I'm gonna have to get me a big air-horn.
You don't need one, your big blow-hard.
[squawking]
Boy, you're really a bear when you're late for dinner, Fred.
- I am not a bear, bubble-head! - Then how come you're yelling?
'Cause I always yell before I clobber somebody.
Now, now, fellas, cool it. Relax.
- Hey, it's old Gazoo. - Hi, hi, Gazoo.
You still banished from your own planet?
Oh, yes. I'm piling up new good deeds everyday.
In fact, I'm going to help you right now.
whoosh
I'm going to get you out of all this traffic.
Please, Gazoo, I'd rather do it myself.
Oh, nonsense.
[whirring]
(Barney) Oh, no.
Uh, you're a nice guy, Gazoo
but this magic stuff always gets us in trouble.
Not this time. Heh-ha. How's this?
Hey-hey! This isn't bad.
Thanks, Gazoo.
Yeah, I guess we can't get into any trouble up here.
(male #1) 'Alright, pull over to that cloud.'
Let's see your pilot's license, buddy.
- Uh-uh, p-p-p-pilot license? - I think I'd better get lost.
poof
"Flying without a license.
Going one way on a one way airway."
- Sign here, please. - Yes, sir.
I should've known, that Gazoo with his darn magic.
That guy is nothing but bad news.
Thank you, sir. Now, fly carefully.
Happy landings.
whoosh
Well, Gazoo did it again.
Gazoo, come on out here.
Gazoo?
Ah, there you are.
You got me in a jam again.
Now, get us down, will you?
And knock off all this hocus-pocus, okay?
Okay, but it's hard to work when you're angry with me.
First, we get rid of your propeller.
Hey, wait.
One of these days you're gonna get yours, Gazoo.
crash
[groaning]
Now, I really did it.
Uh, don't worry, fellas, I'll fix your car.
No, wait, wait! Don't help us.
No trouble at all.
It'll be as good as new.
thud
H-hey, run, Fred, the car is after us.
Oh, darn. Nothing is going right.
Oh, oh, the car. Stop car!
'Stop, I say!'
screech
That little space guy can stay
but the magic has got to go.
Oh, yeah. Hey, uh, do us one more favor, will you, Gazoo?
Don't do us any favors.
Gee, I'm sorry.
Now, I've really got to make it up to them.
Somehow.
[gunfire on TV]
(Wilma) 'Oh, Bamm-Bamm.'
Could you kids watch TV in the other room, please?
[babbling]
Bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm!
[babbling]
Oh, it must be nice to have the strongest boy
in the world around, Betty.
It sure is.
I better be getting home.
Let me know how things are in high society.
[giggling]
I'll probably never find out, Betty.
Bye.
Hi, Wilma. What's for dinner?
Oh, hi, Fred, congratulations.
Huh? What for?
On being accepted into the Stonyside Country Club.
Bye.
Me, in Stonyside?
That's what she said. Hi, Fred.
Golf.
Bowling.
Hello, Fred.
Swimming pool.
Yoo-hoo! Fred? Mr. Flintstone?
Snooker.
- Calling Fred. - Steam room.
Come in, please.
thud
Hey, what's the big idea?
Sorry, Fred, I just wanted your attention.
Boy, some greeting that is.
Hiya, Pebbly-boo.
I'd like to talk to you, dear
about joining the Stonyside Country Club.
Well, isn't that crowd just a little out of our class?
Don't be a snob, Wilma.
[Pebbles giggling]
They're just as good as we are.
But are we ready for them, Fred?
They're high society. We're just plain poor.
Well, i-it'll be sort of awkward.
Oh? Then how come they let us join?
[babbling]
(Wilma) 'That's our problem.'
'It's all a mistake.'
Their membership committee heard me talking
about Dino's royal lineage.
They thought I was talking about you.
They think we're royalty, Fred.
'It's all over town.'
'And we're expected at their annual ball, Saturday.'
[sobbing] Oh, Fred, it will be so embarrassing.
I didn't have a chance to explain it.
We'll be the laughing stock of Bedrock.
Now, now, Wilma, hang on.
We'll come up with a solution.
I-I'll think of something.
I know you will, dear. Thanks.
Boy, women are sure sensitive about these things.
I gotta do something. Maybe Barney has some ideas.
[instrumental music]
Sure, Fred, that's easy. Pack up and leave for Australia.
[laughing]
How would you like to go there on one big bounce?
Now, think seriously, will you?
We gotta figure a way out of this thing.
Oh, no, not you.
Gazoo, get lost!
We already got troubles. Thanks, goodbye.
But I can help.
I know your problem, and I've got a solution.
You're gonna turn Fred into a high class gentleman, right?
Exactly. A debonair gentleman.
Oh, no, you're not.
I'm gonna deflect your magic with this mirror.
[zapping]
Uh-oh. Wrong one.
Please, Fred I can help you. I owe it to you. You need me.
Nothing doing. You'll kill us with your good intentions.
Now, change Barney back before his wife sees him
and has an inferiority trauma or somethin'.
The shale and hale fall daily in the pail.
Okay, I'll change Barney back to his own dum-dum self.
Uh, what do we now, Fred?
I don't know, but we gotta work it out
without that black magic stuff.
Uh, how about you going to a charm school, Fred? Hee-hee!
Ha-ha. How would you like to go to the hospital?
Wait. I think he's got it, I think he's got it.
Got what? A hole in his skull?
No, charm school.
- Only I'll be your teacher. - Oh, no, you don't, no magic.
Right. I won't need magic, just work.
[laughing]
Why, I have centuries of culture behind me.
I'll make a new man of you without any gimmicks.
- Is it a deal? - Well, okay.
- But remember, no magic. - I promise.
Whee!
At last, I can do one great, good deed.
[whirring]
- Hi, Wilma. - Oh, hello, Betty.
You're going to the posh Stonyside ball Saturday night?
I don't know.
Fred is taking a crash program
in culture out in the garage.
He says it's sort of a home study course.
He thinks we might go unnoticed if he can shape up in time.
Now, let's get rid of this dust.
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie!
Hee-hee-hee
hee-choo!
Ooh, that's a relief.
[sniffling]
(Gazoo) 'Alright, Flintstone, first we learn'
'the proper way to walk.'
This book on your head will help give you poise.
Oh, uh, Fred don't need that, Gazoo.
He's been walking since he was ten years old.
[laughing]
Ha-ha-ha! Very funny.
bam
Maybe now, you'll keep a level head.
Come, come now, Fred, back to work.
Head high, walk straight.
'Remember, keep the book balanced.'
'That's the key to grace, poise'
'and the walk of a gentleman of culture'
'and social distinction.'
Oh, yeah, Fred.
And without culture you'll be a man
of social extinction.
[laughing]
Ooh! Almost lost the book.
There, I got it again.
thud
This culture is killing me.
Uh, you can start the music, Mr. Rubble.
[instrumental music]
There is only one sure way
to bring form and grace into your manner. The ballet.
You are out of your rock pickin' head.
Now, just relax..
...and go though the various steps with me
keeping time with the music.
Oh, brother.
I just hope Wilma appreciates what I'm going through for her.
(Gazoo) 'And one, two, three.'
One, two, three. There, you've got the idea.
See, it's not difficult.
[laughing] Hey!
You know, this stuff isn't bad at all.
[music continues]
[scatting]
Gee, Fred sure sounds happy.
[scatting]
Well, look at that. I wasn't aware Fred was fond of ballet.
Huh!
I just don't believe it!
[scatting]
I knew, Fred was boning up on culture, but wow!
Oh, Wilma.
[snipping]
Wilma, hurry. Care to see a once in a lifetime special?
Oh, I'm not the nosey type, Betty.
But as a favor to you, okay.
Caw! It's getting so I gotta do everything myself.
[snipping]
It looks to me like Barney is schooling Fred on ballet.
Fred? Ballet?
(Wilma) Oh, isn't that sweet?
And he's doing it all for me.
He's pretty good at it too.
Hiya, Mrs. Flintstone? Is Flintstone around?
Oh, uh, h-hello, Joe. Um, ah, F-Fred?
Yeah. You know, your husband.
Say, what's, uh, going on in the garage?
[music continues]
Oh, no. Flintstone in tights doing a ballet?
[Joe laughing]
Joe, Joe, wait.
You wouldn't repeat this to anyone, would you?
Are you kidding?
This is the scoop of the century.
[laughing]
Oh, boy. And they call us women gossipy.
[sighs]
- Did you hear about Flintstone? - Yeah, fantastic.
I gotta see this in person.
A member of the Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes is doing that?
'Incredible.'
Yeah, I knew he was odd, but jeez!
He must've flipped all at once.
- Yeah, overworked. - Is he still toe dancing?
Yeah, boy, is he ever.
[laughing]
[scatting]
The pale of shale
is mainly from falling hail.
Very good, Fred.
Well, I guess you're as ready
as you'll ever be.
From now on, you're on you're own.
I'll check with you later.
Yeah, so long
and thanks a bunch.
It's sure funny no one can see Gazoo but us.
I don't care if people can't see him.
I don't want anyone to see me in this outfit.
Ooh!
[all laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, poor Fred. He's feeling mighty low.
Oh, this is terrible.
Fred's been humiliated before all of his friends
and it's my fault.
I made him do all this.
I should never have tried to change him.
I'm going to apologize, and do what I can do
to patch things up.
Oh, Fred, Fred.
(Fred) 'No one here but us bushes, go away.'
I, I just wanted to say I'm sorry that I've been selfish
and if you'll forgive me, well..
...we'll just forget that Stonyside ball
and let people think what they like.
Ha-ha, Wilma, you're terrific. And you know what?
We're going to that ball but as ourselves.
And we'll show those highbrows
how to really enjoy themselves, huh?
Yabba-dabba-doo!
[laughing]
My, isn't this an exciting event?
How nice of you to come.
Our annual ball is off to a grand start.
[yawning] This is more boring than last year.
We'll sneak out later.
(Fred) 'Hiya, folks!'
Hold the cactus juice and clear the dance floor.
The Flintstones are here!
Come on, Wilma, let's kick this party into high gear.
Oh, Fred.
[laughing]
Good heavens. What an appalling entrance.
Hey, let's step it up, you guys. We wanna dance.
- You know any rock music? - Are you kidding, babe?
We've been dying to try. This is it, group, let's rock out.
[rock music]
I'll say that looks like fun.
Beats the heck out of the waltz.
Come on, everybody. Let's do the duck walk.
[music continues]
♪ Waddle waddle waddle like a duck walks ♪
♪ Quack quack quack quack ♪
♪ Waddle waddle quack ♪
♪ Lean right over and flap your wings ♪
♪ Quack quack quack quack ♪
♪ Waddle waddle quack ♪
♪ Follow right along like a mother duck's chicks ♪
♪ Quack quack quack quack ♪
♪ Waddle waddle quack ♪
♪ It's a sure way to get your kicks ♪
♪ Quack quack quack quack ♪
Good heavens. What's happening to our party?
Something that hasn't happened in years.
People are enjoying themselves.
♪ Follow right along like a mother duck's chicks ♪
I shudder to think how this will look in tomorrow's society page.
Ooh, but it is fun.
♪ Quack waddle quack quack ♪
Well, Wilma we made a lot of new friends tonight
and I think we learned a lesson.
If you can't be yourself then you're nobody.
Oh, Fred, you're the greatest.
Hey, hey, how about inviting everyone over for coffee?
Oh, wonderful. I'll go invite them.
I'll get the car.
Boy, what a wonderful evening this has been.
screech
- Gazoo! - Hello, Fred.
I'm sorry about that ballet outfit.
I-I heard about you being laughed at by all your friends.
Oh, heh-heh, forget it. Put it there.
- Um, you mean you're not angry? - Heck no.
You did me a big favor.
I made a lot of new friends tonight
and I gave my old ones a good laugh.
Thanks to you. Heh-heh.
Yahoo!
Yabba-dabba-doo, hoo-hoo!
At last, I did something worthwhile.
Bye, Fred.
- So long, Gazoo. - 'Let's go, everyone.'
We're all invited over to the Flintstones
for coffee and cake.
Hurray for the Flintstones.
The swingingest couple of all.
[all cheering]
Well, Wilma, what do you have to say about tonight?
Yabba-dabba-doo.
Quack, quack.
[both quacking]
[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!