[instrumental music]
Say, uh, I hear your fellow workers at the gravel pit
aren't too happy, Fred.
That's right, Barn, they're askin' for more money
and more time off.
More time off?
Gosh, Fred, they're already gettin' all the holidays off.
Plus their birthdays, their mother's birthdays
and their wife's birthdays, what more do they want?
They want Valentine's Day off too.
Personally unsatisfied.
Except I'd wish the boss will give us
more 15 minutes for our lunch hour.
Yeah. Well, you can't have everything Fred.
Oh, here's my corner.
screech
Thanks for the lift, Fred.
Don't mention it, see you tonight, Barn.
[revving]
[theme song]
[siren 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 ♪
[car revving]
[machine whirring]
thud
Hey! Not so hard.
Sheesh!
So that's the strategy, boys.
This year we ask for Valentine's Day off.
Then next year, we can legitimately
ask for Groundhog Day off.
- Oh, hi, Fred. - Hi, fellows.
Oh, Fred, I've been wanting to talk to you.
We are looking for a guy with brains
'personality and character'
'who can talk fast and think on his feet.'
Eh, what do you want me for?
We want you to present our latest demands to Mr. Slate.
Oh, no, not me, buddy, you got the wrong guy.
I don't wanna lose my job.
Huh! They don't wanna a guy with brains and personality.
They want a patsy.
Mr. Gazoo, what are you doing in my lunch pail?
The name's, The Great Gazoo.
Help me get this ketchup off my cape. Yuck.
Well, Flintstone, you certainly blew it.
I heard the boys asking you to be their spokesman.
You could have covered yourself with glory
and made a big man of yourself.
Yeah, but you don't know Mr. Slate, he'd fire me.
Fire you?
On the contrary, he'd admire your courage in speaking up.
'Probably, promote you to foreman.'
Yeah! You may be right.
- Thanks, Great Gazoo. - Don't mention it.
poof
Hey, buddy, give me a list of your demands.
[instrumental music]
Flintstone, I admire you.
Yeah, Mr. Slate?
I appreciate your courage
in facing me with these demands.
Ah! Thanks, Mr. Slate. I-I kinda thought you would.
Now I'm a reasonable business man, Flintstone.
I've wanted to give the men a raise for a long time.
Boy, that's swell.
'But I could never figure out'
'where the money would come from.'
'Until now.'
- Where's it gonna come from? - 'From you.'
I'll fire you and divide your salary among the other men.
[babbling] Mr. Slate..
Beat it, Flintstone.
If you hurry you can just make it
to the unemployment office.
- 'But..' - Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
[instrumental music]
I don't know how I'm gonna tell Wilma I lost my job, Barney.
She'll feel awful.
But you gotta tell her, Fred.
You can't hide a thing like that from your wife.
Ohh! That Gazoo.
It's the last time I'll take his advice.
Uh, did I hear my name mentioned?
Oh! It's you again.
Boy, you sure fixed me up good.
Well, Flintstone, you can't win 'em all.
[giggles]
(Barney) Hey, uh, you, Gazoo.
You got any advice on how Fred should tell Wilma
he lost his job?
(Fred) 'Will you be quiet, Barney?'
I told you I'm through taking his advice.
What does he have to tell her for?
[imitating Gazoo] "What does he have to tell her for?"
Oh, boy.
We have an old saying on my planet..
"What they don't know won't hurt them."
Hmm, yeah.
Yeah. Yeah!
[imitating Fred] Yeah. Yeah! Yeah!
I'm home, Wilma, I'm home.
[Dino barking]
screech
[yelping]
Hi, Fred. What's the matter with Dino?
Huh?
Did anything happen on the job today?
Huh? Uh, what are you talking about?
Well, look at Dino, he seems to sense something.
You know his instincts.
sniff sniff sniff
[howling]
Well, this time there's something's wrong
with his instincts, everything is okay.
Quiet, Dino.
- Now what's for dinner? - Something you like, Fred.
Brontosaurus liver and rock sugar pudding.
[babbling]
Are you sure, everything's alright?
Sure, I'm sure.
And don't tell me you're gettin' an instinct too?
And stop staring at me, Dino, you-you make me nervous.
[howling]
Oh, boy.
[snoring]
Fred! Fred, wake up, you'll be late for work.
Wilma.
[snoring]
Oh, I don't have to go to work today, Wilma
'cause yesterday I got, uh..
- You got what? - I gotta get up and go to work.
whoosh
chomp chomp chomp
Well, whatever else may be wrong, Fred
there's certainly nothing to matter with your appetite.
[mumbling]
Here's your lunch, Fred.
Say, what are you reading the want ads for?
Huh! Well, uh, why shouldn't I read the want ads?
After all, people pay good money to advertise.
'How would you feel if you put an ad in the paper'
'and nobody read it?'
Fred, I was only asking a simple question.
And I gave you a simple answer.
You sure did.
[yelping]
And what's on your mind, nosy?
Well, I gotta go to, uh, uh, uh, work.
Uh, so long, honey.
- Fred, you forgot your lunch. - I did?
- I put a surprise in it. - Yeah?
I made you a gravelberry pie.
Oh, great! Yummy-yum-yum-yum.
Well, that's the first time
Fat Freddy ever forgot his lunch, Dino.
I don't understand it.
tsk tsk tsk tsk
[car revving]
Hey, you're right, Fred, there aren't many jobs open.
At least for the kind of work you do.
And just what do you mean by that?
Oh, let's face it, Fred, you're a high school drop out
long before it became a status symbol.
[laughing]
[mimicking Barney laughing]
(Barney) 'Hey, uh, by the way, Fred, now that you're unemployed'
uh, what are you gonna do with yourself all day?
I'm gonna do what every unemployed guy does.
Sit in the park, until the movie opens.
[snoring]
So I said to the boss, "Go ahead and fire me.
"But you have fallen on your hands and knees
to get me back."
But that was over two years ago.
So? How fast can a guy crawl on his hands and knees.
(male #1) 'Psst! Hey, pal.'
I haven't seen you around here before?
Hey, no, I-I just lost my job yesterday.
Oh, that's a shame.
Uh, tell me, pal, what did your wife say when you told her?
- 'I haven't told her yet.' - Um, me neither.
I can never bring myself to tell the little woman.
She's so sensitive, so trusting.
How long have you been outta work?
Well, let me see now, um..
Uh, yeah.
Next month it will be 18 years.
I see you've brought your lunch.
- Uh-huh. - 'You better eat it fast.'
'There are a lot of moochers around here.'
Oh, yeah? Maybe you're right.
Hey, will you join me?
I, uh, don't mind if I do.
[car revving]
[clears throat] Come back for me in an hour.
I'm going to sit in the park and get some sun.
Yes, Mr. Safestone.
Gravelberry pie, eh?
It's simply delicious.
It's my wife's specialty, her own recipe.
Oh, it's out of this world.
chomp chomp chomp
'I've never tasted anything like it.'
Oh, it's not that good.
Hmm, if you don't believe me, we'll ask an independent expert.
- Hey, Hillary. - You want me?
Yeah, here taste this hunk of pie.
What is this, one of them hidden camera shows?
When am I gonna be on TV?
How much do I get for saying, "I like it?"
chomp chomp chomp
De-ee-ee-eelious.
Ah! Here's another customer.
splat
(male #1) 'Isn't that the greatest piece of pie you ever tasted?'
Mm.
[instrumental music]
(Safestone) 'I tell you, young man'
that was the best pie I ever tasted.
You say, it's your wife's own recipe, aye?
That's right, Mr. Safestone, she got it up all by herself.
Those pies are going to make you a fortune, Flintstone.
'I'll feature them in every one of my Safestone supermarkets'
'from coast to coast.'
(Fred) 'Boy!'
screech
[car revving]
(Safestone) 'Have your wife make 'em, and freeze 'em.'
'I'll do the rest.'
'Uh, by the way, Flintstone'
how many do you think you can deliver in the first order?
Well, um, let's see, do you think, um
five would be too many?
Think big, Flintstone.
I'll take 50 pies.
And here's half the money to seal the bargain.
Gosh!
Yes, sir, this is just the beginning.
Why, in no time at all they will be calling you
The Gravelberry Pie king.
"The Gravelberry Pie king."
Ho-ho, hey, that gives me an idea.
'Eh! Just drop me off at this corner, Mr. Safestone.'
screech
Costumes, this is the place.
[instrumental music]
[scatting]
Okay, Your Highness, watch the birdie.
Oh, boy, I hate this job.
poof
See what I mean?
I want you to print 50 of these pictures
and on each one I want it to say..
"Fred Flintstone, The Gravelberry Pie king."
Right.
And be careful with the negative
I'll be needing plenty more.
Okay, Your Majesty.
Fifty pies?
Are you sure that crown isn't a little too tight, Fred?
But, Wilma.
You meet some ding-a-ling in the park
and right away you're in the pie business?
Now just a minute, Wilma, that ding-a-ling
happens to be PJ Safestone
head of the Safestone supermarket chain.
(Wilma) I wouldn't care if he were the only link in the chain.
Fifty pies, that's impossible.
No, it isn't, honey, the Rubbles are gonna help us.
Barney's already out back building the ice house.
The ice house?
clang clang clang
(Fred) 'We gotta freeze the pies, don't we?'
'I'm tellin' you, Wilma, there's a fortune in this.'
'PJ's gonna pay us 40 cents for every pie.'
I don't know, Fred, it seems to me--
You've gotta do it, Wilma, I've already spent the money
PJ advanced me.
[rumbling]
- Barney, what's happening? - 'Oh, nothing, Fred.'
'Just getting a load of ice, from the Glacier Ice company.'
I still say it isn't cold enough.
But, Fred, the ice has been in there since yesterday.
I think I better check it.
[scatting]
Hey, uh, Fred, is it cold enough?
Hey, Fred?
'Oh, boy, uh, take it easy, Fred.'
I'll defrost you in a jiffy.
Places, everybody.
Roll those gravelberry pies.
Yahoo!
[barking]
[machine whirring]
[instrumental music]
swat
[music continues]
splat splat splat
clink clink
toing toing toing
Here's some more of 'em, Barney.
Oops!
Attaboy, gang, keep it coming.
swat
splat
clink clink
Open the ice house door, Barney, here's the last of 'em.
[scatting]
Hey, Fred. Uh-oh!
'Oh, boy, here take it easy, Fred.'
I'll defrost you in a jiffy.
[car revving]
(Betty) Well, there goes the Gravelberry Pie king
and his prince charming.
I hope they deliver the pies while they're still frozen.
(Wilma) I finally found out what Fred was doing in the park.
He was fired from his job.
I know, Barney told me. But I was sworn to secrecy.
How did Fred meet this PJ Safestone?
You know Fred, he'll talk to anyone.
But thank heaven, it's all over.
Amen.
By the way, how much money did we make?
I don't know, I'll have to figure it out.
Let's see, we get 40 cents a pie..
[car revving]
Better step on it, Fred
those pies are beginning to melt.
Incidentally, Fred, uh, how much are we makin' on these pies?
Oh, I haven't stopped to figure it out yet.
But don't worry, it will be plenty.
I just hope, Mr. Safestone likes it.
chomp chomp chomp
Delicious.
[mumbling]
These pies will sell like hot cakes.
Flintstone, with my plans for merchandising
you're going to be rich.
'I'm giving you an order for 500 more pies.'
Five-fiv-fiv-five hundred?
And here's half your profit in advance.
Boy, how about that, Barney?
We're on our way to easy street.
Oh, by the way, Flintstone..
[siren wailing]
Oh, boy.
That's the noon whistle.
Excuse me, Mr. Safestone, you were about to say..
Oh, yes, I was asking you, gentlemen
if you'd care to join me for lunch?
I and my partner would be delighted.
Fine, pull up a chair and help yourself.
chomp chomp chomp
[mumbling]
[car revving]
See you later, Barney.
'I'm goin' in to tell Wilma the good news.'
Oh, Wilma! Wilma, have I got some news for you.
And I have news for you.
About Your Majesty's latest business venture.
Yeah?
I've been doing a little arithmetic.
Those pies we sold for 40 cents
cost us 52 cents to make.
- So? - Fred, wake up.
(Wilma) 'We're losing 12 cents on every pie.'
We are?
(Wilma) 'Alright, now what's your news?'
Well, um..
Wait a minute. Don't tell me.
You've got an order for another 50 pies?
(Fred) 'Uh-uh, 500.'
What?
Oh!
thud
[babbles]
Well, as they say..
"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
on the road to easy street."
So that's the way it is, Betty.
We are committed to making the pies because Fred
has already spent the advance money Mr. Safestone paid him.
Cheer up, Wilma, it's only 500 pies.
- Besides, we're partners. - Thanks, Betty.
If we live through this, we can live through anything.
[machine whirring]
[instrumental music]
swat
splat splat splat
[music continues]
clink clink
toing toing
[car revving]
Better step on it, Fred, those pies are beginning to melt.
Okay, Barney, okay.
Just think, last time we delivered pies to Mr. Safestone
we were happy.
That was before we learnt the pitfalls
of the pie business.
Yeah, hey, have you figured out
how much we stand to loose by this transaction?
- 'No.' - Well, I have.
Five hundred times 12 cents, that's $60 bucks.
'If you ask me, I think the Gravelberry Pie king'
'oughta abdicate.'
Well, nobody asked you.
Oh, boy, there must be some way out of this.
twinkle
Oh, you know, you two really turned me off.
What's the big problem?
You're selling pies for 40 cents
and losing 12 cents a pie.
(Fred) 'That's right.'
So, you raise your price to 64 cents
'and you make 12 cents.'
Yeah!
Hey, but, Fred, you agreed to deliver the pies for 40 cents.
Whenever your cost goes up you pass it on to the customer.
Oh, but isn't that breaking your promise?
What do you mean promise?
This is big business. Right, Mr. Gazoo?
You oughta know, hee-hee-hee, you're the king.
Well, at last the great Gazoo gave me some advice I can use.
Making 12 cents is better than losing 12 cents any day.
Wait a minute, why should I be a piker?
What do you mean, Fred?
Why should I be satisfied with a measly
twelve cents profit when I can make more.
- Huh? - Sure.
I'll just raise the price to 75 cents a pie.
Oh, I don't think Mr. Safestone's
gonna like that, Fred.
So what? This is a sellers market.
(Fred) I got him just where I want him.
- Seventy five cents a pie? - That's right, Mr. Safestone.
Being a fellow businessman
'you should understand about rising production costs.'
Yes, but 75 cents, well, that's ridiculous.
That's my price, take it or leave it.
Well, I knew you'd say--
(Safestone) 'I'm leaving it.'
[babbling]
Wha-wha-what did you say?
You heard me, I'm leaving it. Out!
Bu-bu-bu-but, Mr. Safestone, you-you can't!
What am I gonna do with all these pies?
You can..
[siren wailing]
(Fred) 'E-excuse me, Mr. Safestone'
that whistle was making so much noise
I didn't hear what you said I could do with those pies.
(Fred) How do ya like that Safestone?
What a double-crosser he turned out to be.
Boy, he sure got us in a great spot now.
Well, if you'll pardon my frankness, Fred
I'd say you got yourself in a spot.
Barney, please, this is no time to blame anybody.
'Question is, what are we gonna do with the pies?'
Wait a minute.
screech
I just got an idea.
[cars revving]
There, that oughta do it.
"Frozen, gravelberry pie, 70 cents."
Now, Barney, you wait on all the cars
that comes from that direction
and I'll take care of the cars from this direction.
Okay, Fred, here comes one now.
Oh, well. Here comes another.
That's okay, here's one.
Oops!
And another.
[cars revving]
I guess the price was too high, Barney.
Now we won't have any trouble selling them.
And you'll still make a profit.
[cars revving]
For the 40 cents you'll be losing money, Fred.
Yeah, I know, Barn, but the pies are beginning to melt.
[cars revving]
Aah, this isn't workin' out, Barney, let's go home.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Hey, wait a minute, Fred, someone's stoppin'.
- Uh-oh. - Good afternoon, officer.
And what can we do for you?
You can show me your license to conduct business
on a public highway.
- License? - That's right.
'You gotta have a license to sell those pies.'
Well, the joke's on you, officer.
[laughs] We didn't sell any.
[laughs]
[sobbing]
Alright, pal, take it easy, take it easy
take it easy.
[car revving]
Well, here we are, Fred, back to the scene of the crime.
I don't know why it is, Barney
but the harder I try to get ahead
the farther back I always end up, why is that?
I don't know, Fred, unless it's because you don't have any..
I mean, um, uh..
I sure don't envy you havin' to go in and tell Wilma.
Yeah. So long, Barney.
Yeah, adios.
Alright, Fred, there's no sense blaming yourself.
The question is, what are we gonna do with those pies?
- Maybe we can give them away. - I already tried that.
But we can't just let them sit out there and spoil.
Wait! I have an idea.
- Where you going? - 'Never mind.'
You just stay here
and don't make any big deals while I'm gone.
Oh, boy.
[Fred snoring]
(Wilma) 'Fred! Oh, Fred!'
[gibberish]
- Wilma? - Well..
- How do I look? - What's the idea?
Well, what are you doing in that outfit?
It's quite simple.
'I went to Mr. Safestone's office'
'and talked him into buying the pies.'
You did? How?
By selling the recipe with them.
He's gonna make the pies now
and he gave me a $100 to cover our losses.
A hun..
Uh, but, Wilma, there only 50 bucks here.
I know, I know.
I had to pay the photographer.
They're puttin' my picture on all the pies.
I'm the new Gravelberry Pie queen.
Gravelberry Pie queen?
(Wilma) 'And I did something else too, Fred.'
'On my way home, I stopped at the quarry'
'and asked Mr. Slate to give you your job back.'
[laughing] Oh, gosh, you're wonderful, Wil..
I mean, Your Majesty.
- Uh, shall we dance? - With pleasure.
[instrumental music]
But you're still my king around here.
And you're still the queen of my heart.
Oh, Fred.
[both laughing]
[applauding]
[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!
thud thud thud