The Flintstones

That does it! He's gone too far this time.

- What's the matter, Fred? - That guy next door is the matter.

He has just broken the straw that holds up the camel's back.

- You mean Barney? - Right.

And that monster of his.

- He had that hopperoo attack me. -

Now start packing. We're moving out of here this minute.

Okay, Fred.

But poor Betty will have to throw away all that good food.

What good food?

For the picnic she was taking us on today.

Oh, yeah. The picnic.

All those juicy brontoburgers,

those pizza pies, peanut butter sandwiches, deviled dodo eggs.

- All wasted. - Huh?

But if you say move, we move. I'll start packing right away.

- Wait a minute, Wilma. - Yes, Fred?

- I've been thinking it over. - Yes?

And it'd be a shame to waste all that good food.

- It would? - So we'll go on the picnic with them,

- then we'll move away. - Good idea, Fred.

What time will we be leaving, Wilma? I'm starved.

In his present mood, I don't dare ask him why he's wearing boxing gloves.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

Bam! Bam!

Hey, Betty, I think I'll get our son a job in the circus.

Don't you think Bamm-Bamm should get an education first?

Yeah, of course. He should, at least, finish kindergarten.

Oh, dear. Barney the garbage disposal isn't working.

Let me show you how to fix it.

All you got to do is press this red button.

Like this.

Barney, you can fix anything.

And I'll take the usual payment.

Thank you.

- Hey, what're you fixing to eat, Wilma? - Baked cactus apples, Fred.

I'm trying out a new apple corer.

- It works beautifully. -

What will they think of next?

Next? It's what they thought of this time that bugs me.

- Fred. - Yes, dear.

It's time for Pebbles' nap.

- And bring Dino in too. He must be tired. - All right, dear.

That Bamm-Bamm sure gives Dino a workout.

- Hi, kids. - Da-da.

Time for your nap, sweetheart.

You want Daddy to sing you a lullaby?

Okay. No lullaby.

That's a shame.

A nice little girl, like you, no ear for music.

Come on, Bamm-Bamm. Time for your nap too.

Isn't that cute?

All right, Dino, come on in the house. Bamm-Bamm has to go home now.

Boy, these pets, nowadays, they try to take over. I said, get in the house, Dino.

Okay, tiger, there. There's the hand that feeds you.

I dare you to bite it.

Go on. I dare you. I dare you. Bite it.

That obedience school stuff sure paid off, Fred.

He did what you told him to do.

All right, all right, Dino. Good boy.

Now, let go of your master's hand, now. Oh, boy.

Now kiss and make up, Dino.

Cut that out! Down, boy! Heel!

He sure likes you, Fred.

- Okay, let's go, Bamm-Bamm. - Bam. Bam.

Dino, cut it out! Heel, boy! Heel!

Hiya, Betty, the strongest son in the world brought me in for his nap.

Bamm-Bamm, put Daddy down this minute.

No! Wait!

Does it hurt? Yeah, only when I sit down.

You know something, Betty? Bamm-Bamm sure loves Dino.

Maybe he should have a pet of his own.

How about it, Bamm-Bamm? Would you like a pet?

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Besides, with a pet, he'll play outside.

I get the message, Barney. Let's get him a pet.

"Bedrock Pet Shop-pee."

Hey, sounds like the right place. Let's go inside, Bamm-Bamm.

Yes?

- Do you sell pets here? - Are you kidding?

- I don't know exactly what I want. - I can believe that.

Why don't you look around and surprise yourself? Mm?

Thanks, I will.

Boy, you meet all kinds in my business.

"For sale, Bantadactyl."

Boy, is he homely.

Here, pussy, pussy, pussy!

Come on, open up. Let me out of here.

- Now cut that out. -

Who needs a smart-alecky Banta-whosiz?

Get off. You're standing on my head.

"Ark" yourself.

I don't know, mister, you just got the run-of-the-mill pets here.

Pterodactyls, paratauruses and banta-whosizes.

- I want something different. - Say.

I've got one that's different. It just arrived.

- Okay, let's have a look at it. - Sure.

- How about that? - What is it?

It's a hopperoo. It comes from down under.

Down under, what?

I don't know. That's what I was told.

It will make a great status symbol.

There isn't another one like it around.

- Bam, bam. - Bamm-Bamm! Hey, he swallowed Bamm-Bamm.

Your son is in the pouch.

- Pouch? What pouch? - I'll show you.

See?

Well, I'll be...

Isn't that something? A built-in knapsack.

Mister, you have just sold a hopperoo.

Betty, we're back.

Take a look at Bamm-Bamm's new pet.

- Oh! What is it? - It is a hopperoo.

We'll call it Hoppy for short. And, boy, is he smart.

Watch. Go fetch my bowling ball, Hoppy.

He's very intelligent.

I wonder if we are. Here he comes, but where's the ball?

Right in the old pouch. See? What do you think of him, Betty?

Well, he is kind of cute. And Bamm-Bamm likes him.

- Okay, he can stay. - Good.

But not in the house.

- Fix a place for him in the garage. - That's a good idea.

Come on, Hoppy.

I'll show you your new home.

Two more home runs for Mickey Mantlepiece. Not bad.

Fred, help! It's a mouse! Help!

Help! Help!

- Help! Help! -

Wilma, what's the matter?

It's that mouse I told you about. He's back again.

No kidding. Hey, I've never seen him.

Well, I don't want to see him again. I want you to catch him.

Okay, Wilma, I'll get him.

- Here, Dino. Here, boy. Come on, Dino. - Dino?

Sure. I'll have Dino track him down.

No, Dino! Cut it out! Heel, boy, heel!

Stop!

I don't know which is worse, the mouse or those two.

Mouse, Dino, find the mouse.

He's on the trail of the mouse. Go get him, boy.

A mouse. Not a bird. A mouse.

They go like this: squeak, squeak, squeak.

M-O-U-S-E. You got it?

No, not play dead.

Oh, boy, when they say "dumb" animals, they're not kidding.

Now, watch carefully.

That's a mouse. What are you doing?

Okay, smart guy, you know so much, go get him!

After him, boy, after him!

Good work, Dino, stay with him!

After him, boy, after him!

Mouse! Mouse!

We're closing in on the mouse.

He found him! The mouse is in Barney's garage!

Good work, Dino. You tracked him down, so it's your mouse.

Go get him!

- -

I can't believe it. Dino's turned chicken.

Dino, get out of that hole.

- I'm ashamed of you. That was disgraceful. -

The very idea. You being scared of a teensy mouse.

That's ridiculous.