How's everything, Pebbles?
[cooing]
Can you play table tennis, Pebbles?
Maybe I'll teach you someday.
[table cracking]
Well, so much for table tennis.
Anyone for firewood? [laughing]
[screeches]
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 ♪
[snoring]
[yelps]
Come on, Pebbles, honey.
One for Grandma and one for Mommy
and one for Daddy.
Come on, sweetheart, one for Daddy.
Oh, I get it. Daddy's too fat already.
Okay, sweetie, you've had enough cereal.
I prefer birdseed myself.
[honking]
Oh, dear, that must be Betty.
[honking continues]
Gee, what cold hands.
Hi, Wilma. Ready to go?
Be right with you, Betty.
I'll get Fred to take care of Pebbles.
Fred? Oh, Fred.
[snoring continues]
Fred.
- Fred, wake up. - [stammering] What?
Oh, hey, Wilma.
Fred, Betty and I are going to the beauty parlor.
- Take care of Pebbles, will you? - Why, sure. [laughs]
- It'll be a pleasure. - I won't be long.
Take your time, honey.
All right, sugar. Suppose Daddy reads you a story?
[cooing]
"Goldirocks and The Three Dinosaurs."
"Once upon a time, there were three dinosaurs."
A papa dinosaur, a mama dinosaur,
and an itsy-bitsy baby dinosaur.
And the three dinosaurs lived in a little cottage in the woods
and each had their own bed.
The big dinosaur had a big bed
and the medium-size dinosaur had a medium-size bed
"and the itsy-bitsy dinosaur had an itsy-bitsy bed."
Isn't that something, Pebbles?
- They all had their own bed. - [yawns]
Okay, I get the message. No more reading.
We'll play ball.
Got it. Ouch!
[laughing]
All right, honey, catch.
Attagirl. Now throw it back to Daddy.
Oh, boy.
- Ouch! - [laughing]
I get it. Daddy's gotta crack his skull for laughs, huh?
All right. Catch the ball again.
Good. Now throw it back.
Oh, no, you don't.
Dino. Dino. Here, boy. Here, Dino.
[yapping]
Get the ball, Dino.
Hm.
See, Pebbles, Daddy isn't so dumb.
Anybody can whack their head twice,
but three times, you'd have to be a dope.
Yow!
Hiya, Fred. Getting your lumps special-delivery?
Ha-ha-ha. All right. All right. We've had our laugh for the day.
What do you want?
Well, I came over to see if you wanted to go bowling.
Oh. Well, I can't, Barn. I'm taking care of Pebbles.
Pebbles? This grown-up young lady is Pebbles?
Boy, Fred, she sure is growing fast.
- Upsy-daisy. - [giggling]
Hey, be careful!
[Barney] Golly. You know, before you know it,
they're married and got kids of their own.
Listen, it will be a long time before Pebbles gets married. Heh, heh.
She's not even going steady yet, right, sweetheart?
[cooing]
Hey, Barn, how about a game of table tennis?
Okay.
- Uh, Pebbles can watch us. - Yeah.
- And, uh, Dino can watch Pebbles. - [barks]
Go ahead, Barney. As my guest, you serve first.
You go ahead, Fred. Uh, got the ball?
Oh, yeah, the ball. It's around here some place.
- So how about a date, gorgeous? - Gee, Harold, I don't know.
Never mind the ball, Barney.
Hey!
[Fred] We'll use this.
- All set, Barn? - Fire away.
Gosh! I had no idea Harold was so athletic.
You missed, Fred. My point.
Oh, Harold, dear, you were wonderful.
It's nothing. [panting]
I'm not even warmed up yet.
[Fred] My serve.
Yep, I lead. One to nothing.
I will soon fix that.
Two to nothing. [laughing]
[Fred] Ha-ha-ha. All right. All right.
What are you, a walking scoreboard or something?
Net ball.
So what? It went over, didn't it?
- So it's my point. - [Arnold] No, it isn't, Mr. Flintstone.
The rules say that if the service ball touches the net in passing over it,
no point is scored.
Arnold, what are you doing here?
And why don't you mind your own business?
I am minding my business, Mr. Flintstone.
I'm here to deliver your paper.
[cooing]
Hi, Pebbles. How are you?
All right, Arnold. If you're here to deliver the paper, let's have it.
Yes, sir.
[grunts] Why, you...
Hold it, Fred. You said, "Let's have it."
I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone.
[imitating Arnold] I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone. I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone.
Hey, look, Fred, are we playing table tennis or are we not?
We are. And no alibis this time. Just try and return the serve.
This guy is hopeless.
- Look at that net. It's too high. - You're wrong there, Mr. Flintstone.
The rules say the top of the net
should be six inches above the playing surface.
This one's barely four inches.
Okay, Arnold.
Seeing you're such an authority on the game,
how about you playing me?
Gosh, I don't know.
And to make it worth your while,
we'll play for the paper money I owe you. Double or nothing.
Well, all right, Mr. Flintstone.
But I feel I should tell you,
I possess a rather high degree of proficiency.
Now, don't start alibiing, Arnold. I got a bum back myself.
Come on, let's play.
Now, you serve first. You got the ball?
What happened to the ball?
And I'm even better at golf.
Once, a guy hit me 300 yards.
Oh, Harold!
[Fred] Doggone it! Where's that ball?
Never mind, Mr. Flintstone, I happen to have one.
[Fred] Okay, go ahead and serve.
- Barney, you keep score. - Will do, Fred.
[cooing]
- Ready, Mr. Flintstone? - Yep!
[Barney] One to nothing.
Wait a minute, Barney. I wasn't ready.
But Arnold asked you if you was ready and you said, "Yeah."
Well, yeah, I said, "Yeah,"
but I didn't mean, "Yeah, I was ready."
I meant, "Yeah, I'm getting ready to be ready."
All right, I'll serve again. Are you ready?
- Ready. - Here goes.
Ow!
[Barney laughing] What are you doing, Fred? Playing by ear?
Hey, look, Fred.
Arnold serves such a fast ball, you ought to stand back farther.
[Fred] Oh, yeah. Thanks, Barney. That's a good idea.
Okay, Arnold, do your worst.
I know how to handle your serve now.
Mr. Flintstone, are you all right?
Yeah, I'm all right.
Let's keep playing. You haven't won yet.
No!
[laughing]
Too bad, Fred. That's point and game for Arnold.
Have you had enough, Mr. Flintstone?
No, I haven't. Now come on.
One more game. Double or nothing.
But you've already lost seven dollars and 28 cents,
plus 80 cents in side bets. That's eight dollars.
I know. I can add too.
Now, let's see. Eight and eight is 18...
Okay, Arnold. Eighteen bucks or nothing. Come on.
- Hm. Uh, Fred... - [Fred] Stay out of this, Barney.
I know what I'm doing.
Go ahead, Arnold. Serve.
Yes, sir.
Nice return, Mr. Flintstone.
I got it! I got it!
[squawks] I'm getting the heck out of here. [squawks]
My point, Mr. Flintstone. You didn't return the ball.
How's everything, Pebbles?
[cooing]
Can you play table tennis, Pebbles?
Maybe I'll teach you someday.
[table cracking]
Well, so much for table tennis.
Anyone for firewood? [laughing]
[Arnold] I guess that does it, Mr. Flintstone.
Would you care to settle our little bet in cash
or shall I take a mortgage on your house?
You'll get your money, Arnold. Have I ever welched on a bet?
And while Arnold is thinking up an answer to that one,
I'll be on my way.
- So long, Fred. - So long, Barney.
And you can beat it too, Arnold.
- Just pick up your papers and go. - Yes, sir.
How about that?
The Whitestones have tied for the pennant. Well...
I'll read about it later. Got to keep an eye on Pebbles.
[Arnold] I'll watch her, Mr. Flintstone.
You? I don't know, Arnold. I don't think she likes you.
Oh, yes, she does. Don't you, Pebbles?
[cooing]
She sure is cute, Mr. Flintstone.
Maybe someday we'll get married, huh, Pebbles?
Arnold. Don't say that.
Not even in fun. Don't say it.
Well, okay, Arnold, you can baby-sit.
I'll go read my paper.
Look, Pebbles.
This is the church and this is the steeple.
Open the door and here are the people.
- Hey, Arnold. - Yes, Mr. Flintstone?
This newspaper is chipped.
- See? - Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Flintstone.
That's probably where it hit your head.
[groans] That Arnold.
Maybe someday he'll marry Pebbles he says.
Ha. Over my dead body he will.
[yawning]
No, sir.
Be a mighty cold day before I let Pebbles marry him.
A mighty cold day.
Yes, sir.
[snoring]
But, Mr. Slate, I can't afford to retire.
I'm sorry, Flintstone. We're both over the hill.
My son has taken over my job
and he's found a younger man to replace you.
Uh, a Mr. Arnold, I believe.
Huh? Huh? Arnold?
Hiya, Mr. Flintstone. I'll take over now.
And don't worry about your newspaper.
I'm keeping my route as a sideline.
If you want my job,
you'll only get it over my dead body.
Oh, don't take it so hard, sir. That's the rock business.
Why did it have to be him?
Thank heavens I still have my old pals in the pool hall.
Hiya, Rockhead, Shaleface.
How's about a game?
Sorry, Flintstone. The new guy's got the table.
We can't beat him. He's too good.
Well, relax, fellows. Old Freddie is here.
Heh. I'll show him a few trick shots.
You again?
Hiya, Mr. Flintstone.
Shall I rack them up?
Go ahead, wise guy, rack them up.
Just to be fair, I'll even let you break first.
Gee, thanks, sir. You're a real sport. Here goes.
That did it. I've had it!
I guess I am through. Washed up.
That Arnold's finished me.
Maybe I can find some peace at the bowling alley.
Hiya, fellows. I'm here.
Boy, am I ever in the mood for a game.
- Uh-oh. - Oh, hi again, Mr. Flintstone.
Guess what? I'm on your team now. In fact, I'm the captain.
Watch this.
Hey, that's my bowling ball. Give it to me!
Yow!
[bowling pins crashing]
You know, that kid is beginning to bug me.
Water Buffalo Hall.
My last refuge from that Arnold.
I wonder what's going on today.
Hiya, Brother Water Buffaloes. What's going on?
[trumpeting]
Announcing his Highness,
the newly elected imperial Grand Poobah.
[people clapping]
Oh, no. No. No, not him. Not Arnold.
[yelling and speaking gibberish]
Well, at least I still have my old pal, Barney.
We've been friends through thick and thin.
He's always there when I need him.
Hiya, Barney, old pal, old buddy.
How's about coming over for a while?
Sorry, Fred. Me and Arnold are going to the fights.
- So long, Fred. - Bye, Mr. Flintstone.
Barney, you and I are through.
Some pal he turned out to be.
Lucky for me, I still have my little family.
No one can break us up.
No, sirree. Not even Arnold.
[shivers] It's a mighty cold day.
Colder than any I've known for the last 60 years.
Oh, and I'm glad you're home, Fred.
It's a mighty cold day.
Yes, it sure is mighty cold.
[stammers] Where's our dear daughter, Pebbles?
In her room, listening to her Leonard Bernstone records.
[record playing over speaker]
[music stops]
[squawks] Wow! I wish Leonard Bernstone would explain this music to me.
[music playing]
Oh. Doesn't she dance divinely, Fred?
Is that what she's doing?
Pebbles, dear, Daddy's here.
Oh, hi, Daddy.
[music stops]
[squawks] Oh, boy. Soon as my needle guarantee is up,
I'm quitting this job.
Our Pebbles is getting to be a big girl, Fred.
Soon I'll have to tell her all about the birds and the bees.
What about them?
I hope you'll tell me before noon, Mother.
- Why? What's at noon? - I'm getting married.
[stammers] Married? To who?
Who... Who... Who... Who to?
I'll give you a hint.
He's handsome, strong, intelligent, charming, and ambitious.
In fact, he's the most wonderful man in the world.
[chuckles]
Oh, Pebbles, you just described your old daddy.
Don't be silly, Daddy. I'm talking about...
[Arnold] Paper boy!
Here's your paper.
Look out!
[laughs] That's one time he didn't get me.
Ow! Oh, that Arnold. That...
- That... - Yes.
That's the man I'm going to marry.
The world's richest newsboy.
That? That's the man you're going to marry?
Uh-huh!
Oh, my baby. Fred, isn't it wonderful?
We're losing our baby.
Oh, no, we're not! She isn't marrying Arnold!
- I forbid it! - But, Fred...
You know how I feel about that Arnold.
He's been making my life miserable ever since he was a kid.
No, sir! She's not marrying Arnold and that's final.
F-I-N-L, final.
[Arnold] Pebbles, beloved, where art thou?
Here I art, Arnold dearest.
- Ready, Pebbles? - Ready.
No! No! Pebbles, come back.
Wilma, your child is eloping.
- I'm going after them. - That's the girl.
Maybe they'll give me a lift to the beauty parlor.
[groaning]
I'm not gonna let them do it. I'm gonna stop the wedding.
Stop! Stop, I say!
Why can't I sit up front with you, Arnold dearest?
The papers are there, sweetheart.
Pebbles, please.
You can't marry him. I won't let you.
Goodbye, Daddy, dear. We'll be late for the wedding.
Yeah, well, wait! Where is the wedding?
Where are you going?
Read all about it!
- A-ha! That time he missed me. - [Pebbles] Here, Daddy.
Here's my bouquet.
Ow!
Pebbles, baby, come back! Come back!
[both laughing]
Dino! Here, Dino.
Go get them, Dino.
[barking]
- After them, boy. - [barking]
Bring her back. Go, boy!
[barking, then snoring]
[groans]
Oh, the paper will tell me where they went. Here it is.
"Pebbles Flintstone to marry Arnold the newsboy
at the little church."
[Pebbles and Arnold laughing]
I hear them! I hear them! Taxi! Taxi!
Follow that laugh, and hurry.
[laughing continues]
There it is. That's it. The little church.
I've got to stop them.
- ["Here Comes the Bride" plays on organ] - I now pronounce you man and...
Hold it. You can't marry them. The groom's no good.
He sells chipped newspapers.
- [music stops] - [man] Huh?
[Fred] You're not Arnold and you're not Pebbles.
- [Pebbles and Arnold laughing] - A-ha!
I hear them. They're in here.
- ["Here Comes the Bride" plays on organ] - I now pronounce you man and...
Stop the music. Hold the presses.
- I demand this wedding be stopped. - [music stops]
Huh? Betty? Barney? Well, what are you doing here?
You tell us, it's your dream.
We're getting married. That's what we're doing.
[Fred] But you're already married. You got married 25 years ago.
Well, you can't expect us to remember
everything that happened 25 years ago.
No, I've got to find them.
Pebbles! Pebbles!
- Good luck, my children. - [Fred] Stop!
Stop! I'm her father!
Goodbye, Daddy! Goodbye!
Come back, Pebbles! Come back!
Pebbles! Come back!
[crashing]
Come back. Come back.
- Come back. - Fred. Fred.
- Fred, wake up. - Come back.
Come back. What? Wilma.
Hey. That beauty parlor sure knows its business.
You look 20 years younger.
Well, thank you. Fred, are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah. I gotta... Oh. Oh!
Oh, where's Pebbles?
She's right here with me, Mr. Flintstone.
Arnold. Out! Out! Beat it!
Give me my daughter and get out of here.
- But... - Anyone who'd fly around
with my daughter on an elephant is not welcome here.
- What's wrong with him? - He must have had a bad dream.
You can say that again.
Pebbles, sweetheart. Am I glad you're still a baby.
Promise me you'll never grow up.
Fred, what a silly thing to say.
Oh, yeah? Just wait 20 years and see if you still think so.
[laughing]
♪ 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!