The Flintstones

There she is, a genuine Stoneway.

Boy, that's just what I wanted.

I'll take it. Can you deliver it tonight?

You're joshing me, bud.

I'm not. It's got to be there when she wakes up in the morning.

Sorry, bud.

I can't move a piano by myself.

How's about your muscular little friend there...

giving you a hand.

Come here, my muscular little friend.

It's no use, Fred. The piano is too fat for the door.

What do you mean, "too fat"?

Stand back while I throw a little weight on it.

But, Fred, you're a lot of weight.

- Fred. - Yes, honey.

I must be dreaming. A piano just went by.

Happy anniversary Happy anniversary

Nothing here.

Wilma!

- Yes, Fred. - Breakfast ready?

Almost. I'll call you.

Happy anniversary

Nothing here.

And nothing here, either.

I'll have to jiggle this boy's memory.

After all, your tenth anniversary comes only once in ten years...

and I don't intend to let it go by without a struggle.

- Your juice is ready, Fred. - Be right with you, honey.

- Fred? - Yeah.

I'll bet you don't know what day tomorrow is.

Sure I do.

Tomorrow is Thursday, followed by Friday as usual.

And to elaborate further on the subject...

today is Wednesday, preceded by Tuesday as usual.

And where is my breakfast as usual?

Here comes the toast Here comes the toast

What do you know, heart-shaped toast.

Now, does that remind you of anything?

You mean tomorrow is St. Valentine's Day?

You're not even warm.

Does this thing on my head mean anything to you?

Don't tell me. You either got a headache, or it's your dusting day.

I tried.

So long, honey, I'm late for work. And take care of your headache.

I've been taking care of him for years.

WI ma! I remember!

How could I forget such an important day?

- You remember? - Sure.

Tomorrow is the day they collect the trash.

- Hello. - Hi, Wilma.

- Hi, Betty. - Did you win?

No, I'm glad I didn't bet on it.

I hit him with everything but rice and old shoes...

and he still didn't remember tomorrow is our anniversary.

Try the bridal veil routine. That never misses.

- Wanna bet? - It did?

- What now? - Now what am I gonna do?

Simple. Since I'm dressed for it, I might as well do some dusting.

Bye.

- Barney-boy, I was superb. - I got to hand it to you, Fred.

Wilma hit me with everything except rice and old shoes...

trying to make me remember our anniversary.

- But I acted dumb. - How could she tell the difference?

How would you like to be called Fat-lipped Barney?

Just kidding, Freddie. What I want to know is...

how come you remembered your anniversary this year?

Easy, I never forget trash day...

and this year our wedding anniversary falls on trash day.

You always were lucky. So, what are you going to get her?

- You know how it goes every year. - Yeah, Wilma gets you a tie.

- Right. And I always forget. Right? - Right.

- Then I run out and buy some flowers. - Right.

And Wilma doesn't speak to me for two weeks.

Right. Happens every year.

This year, I'm getting her something she's wanted for 10 years.

Yup, I am going all out.

- What is it, Fred? I'm agoggles. - Keep your shirt on, Barney-boy.

Here we are.

- What are you getting her in here, Fred? - What do you think?

- Go ahead, take a little guess. - I don't have to guess.

You're getting her this new album:

- No. Guess again. - Don't tell me, Fred. A Xylophone?

I can't stand amateurs.

How thoughtful of you, Fred.

- No, Barney, not a Xylophone. - What's left, Fred?

Remember that $50 in prize money I got...

for winning the lodge bowling tournament?

- Yeah. - I'm blowing the whole roll.

No, Fred.

Yeah, when Wilma opens her eyes tomorrow morning...

the first thing she is going to see is this.

A piano?

Fingers. Now, let's not wrinkle the piano.

If it isn't Mr. Flintstone, the anniversary boy.

Don't forget now, tomorrow is trash day.

Never mind that. I've decided to buy a piano.

Good. Shall I wrap it up, or will you play it here?

Not so fast. How do I know this piano is any good?

- Would you like to try an arpeggio? - No, I have my heart set on a piano.

That sounds like a good one to me.

Yeah, 1 out of 88. What does that prove?

Stop picking on the little fellow.

- Go ahead and play, Shorty. - Thanks. I'm a little rusty, though.

- Barney, if you're gonna play, play. - He has to limber up, doesn't he?

Now let's see, how does that tune go?

Good, I know that one.

- Thank you. - Not at all, carry on.

- Do you mind if I cut in? - Be my guest.

Oh, boy.

- Nice touch. - Thank you.

- All right, I'm convinced. - Be quiet, we're coming to the finale.

Say, did you study with Professor Pesecare?

Five years.

I knew it. I recognized your pianissimo.

Thank you.

Clever.

All right, knock it off!

- What are you, a music hater? - No, I'm a piano purchaser.

I remember you, the anniversary boy. Do you see anything you like?

- Yeah, the one you've been playing on. - You have good taste.

- It's a genuine Stoneway. - When can you deliver?

- It's your piano, when do you want it? - Tonight, after my wife is asleep.

Aren't we sneaky!

- And when do we expect to pay for it? - Right now.

Good, that'll be $1,500.

- $1,500? - He's only got $50.

We have a nice piano stool in that price range.

Yeah, that's a good start, Fred. Then you could buy the piano next year.

Are you kidding? The anniversary is tomorrow.

Now, what will I do?

Why don't you forget it, like you do every year?

Cheer up, Fred. You can buy a lot of flowers with that $50.

How about one of them big flower horseshoes...

- with "good luck" written on it? - No.

I wanted something special.

Hey, bud.

- Did you call me? - Yeah, come here a minute.

- You want to talk to me about something? - Yeah.

You look like a pretty hot piano player to me.

- I play a little Chopsticks. - That's what I thought.

How would you like to pick up a pretty hot piano?

- Sure, where's your store? - I don't have no store.

- Where's the piano? - Around the corner, in a truck.

I don't need a store. No big overhead...

- no smart-aleck salesman. - Yeah.

I even park the truck in the low-rent district...

and pass the savings on to you.

- That makes sense, Fred. - Yeah, let's see the piano.

Sure. Follow me, bud.

There she is, a genuine Stoneway.

Boy, that's just what I wanted. How much?

How much were you thinking of spending, bud?

I don't think I can afford it. All I got is $50.

By a strange coincidence...

that's exactly what I'm asking for this box.

You mean I can have it for $50? Did you hear that, Barn?

Hold it. Do you get a guarantee with it?

Certainly. I guarantee it's a piano...

and when 88 Fingers Louie makes that guarantee...

he stands by it.

That's good enough for me.

I'll take it. Can you deliver it tonight?

You're joshing me, bud.

I'm not. It's got to be there when she wakes up in the morning.

Sorry, no dice, bud.

With me, it's strictly cash-and-carry.

Give me the cash, and you carry.

I can't move a piano by myself.

How's about your muscular little friend there...

- giving you a hand? - Yeah.

- How about it, Barney? - No, not me, Fred.

I'm not a piano mover. Besides, I am too little and puny.

- Barney! - And besides...

Come here, my muscular little friend.

Besides, I've been sick, Fred. Honest.

What kind of a friend are you that won't help a neighbor...

with his wife's anniversary present?

Gee, I'm sorry, Fred, I'm ashamed of myself.

You should be.

Now hold steady while I back the car in under it.