The Flintstones

Here's the ticket, safe and sound.

I don't blame Fred for getting nervous after what happened.

Barney!

What in the world are you doing up on that stool?

Stool?

Yeah. I saw a mouse.

- Hiya, Joe. - Hiya, Barney.

- Hello, Mrs. Roxy, how's Junior? - Just fine, Mr. Rubble.

Cute little pup you got there.

"My mother told me to take this one"

Looks like a winner, Flintstone.

- Fred, what are you doing? - Hiya, Barney.

- You're just in time. - In time for what, Fred?

In time to buy a sweepstake ticket from Charlie.

You're lucky. I only got one left.

I'll take it.

Will you lend me the price of a ticket? I'm kind of short this week.

Me, too. I only had enough for my own ticket.

Charlie, could you wait till next week for the money?

Sorry, men. No money, no ticket.

I can't sell on credit.

Tough luck, Barney. You might have won a fortune.

Yeah. You know, I'm pretty lucky that way.

Remember when I won that set of dishes at the club raffle?

Yeah. I remember you dropped them all as soon as you left the club.

Wasn't that lucky?

I could have dropped them after I got home.

Very funny.

Anyway, I hope you win, Fred. You deserve it.

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

I always said, "Fred is the salt of the earth.

"Generous, kind, unselfish...

"ready to give you the shirt off his back." Yep.

It couldn't happen to a nicer unselfish friend.

Can you beat that? What a sweet little guy.

That Barney is a real pal.

You bet your life he's a real pal.

You know what you are? You're a schnook.

- A schnook? - Yes, a schnook.

All right. So you didn't have the money...

but you could have offered to split your ticket with him.

Yeah, that's what I'll do, I'll split it with him.

What's the matter? You nuts? You wanna give away half your winnings?

Don't be a sucker.

Winnings. What are winnings without friends?

Money can't buy happiness. A rich man is a sad man.

Take my wealth.

Just let me share a crust of bread with a true friend...

and that's all I ask.

How sickening can you get?

Yeah, I'll show Barney that I can be a sweet guy, too.

- Barney. - Hello, Fred.

You gonna let me buy half the ticket? You gonna let me? How about it?

Now, how did you know that?

I figured you would, you know, being such a swell guy.

- Let me see our ticket, Fred. - Okay. You're in for half, Barney.

- This ticket's got my lucky number. - Yeah, what is it?

"2, 7, 3, 4, 9, 0, 8,1,1, 7...

"5, 3, 3, 2, 9, 0, 9...

"8,1, 0, 0. Series H."

- That is your lucky number? - Yeah. Ain't it a coincidence?

Mercy me, I can't see how we could lose.

Lucky number. Let me have that ticket.

No, Fred, I better hold it. It's my lucky number. You might jinx it.

I'll jinx you good if you don't let me have that ticket.

- Now give me it. - But, Fred, Wilma will find it.

You know what happened last year.

Yeah, she started charging things all over town.

Right, and you were six months trying to pay it off, remember?

Besides, I have the perfect hiding place for it.

Yeah, where?

I can't tell you, Fred. You talk in your sleep...

and Wilma would find out and she'd tell Betty...

and they'd both run down to the store yelling, "Charge it."

Okay, Barney, maybe you're right.

- You hide it. - Right, Fred.

See you later, and good luck, partner.

You know, sometimes I wish I wasn't such a sweet guy.

What the heck, the pay is good.

Hiya, Wilma, I'm home.

What are you up to, Fred? You're keeping something from me.

I know you, Fred Flintstone, you've got something secret going on.

Now what is it?

I walked to the corner, turned, and walked back.

What's so cloak-and-dagger about that?

What kind of secret could I get from here to Schultz's delicatessen?

I don't know, Fred, but something's going on.

Guilt is written all over your face.

Boy. How do they do it? They must have x-ray eyes.

Read a guy's mind right through his skull.

"Guilt is written all over your face."

What an imagination.

I don't believe it.

I'll hide the ticket in the lining of this old suit.

Betty will never find it.

Haven't worn it for years.

Hello, Betty.

What's going on, Barney, what are you up to?

- Up to? - You're acting funny.

I was straightening up my closet, what's funny about that?

Straightening up your closet?

That's the funniest thing I've heard today.

You haven't straightened up that goat's nest since we moved here.

Look at it: old golf clubs, water skis, cracked bowling ball...

broken fishing pole, paint pails, and all those old clothes.

I've a good mind to throw it all out before the Board of Health quarantines us.

Now, wait a minute. That's my closet. That stuff might come in handy someday.

It sure will, when we open a junkyard.

I don't get it.

I go to this closet thousands of times, no Betty.

I hide something in it once And, whammo, there she Is.

When a guy puts a wedding ring on his wife's finger...

it turns on a radar that reads a guy's mind.

No wonder they never take their wedding rings off.

- Betty, are you home? - Hi, Wilma. I'm in the kitchen.

Where's Barney?

I think he went over to your house to see Fred.

- Did you get the ticket? - Yep, here it is.

And believe me, we were lucky.

This is the last sweepstake ticket in town.

Let me have it, Wilma.

I'll hide it before Barney and Fred get their little hot hands on it.

- How about hiding it under the sofa? - No.

Sometimes Barney takes a nap under there. I've got a better place.

I'll put it in this old coffee pot.

He doesn't even know there's a shelf here, much less a coffee pot.

Now remember, Wilma, not a word about this to the boys.

Don't worry. I know those two.

If they knew we had a sweepstake ticket...

first thing they'd do is rush out to the store...

and buy everything in sight. Silly things.

Like new bowling balls, sport cars, or something ridiculous.

Right, nothing sensible like a new wardrobe for us.

Say, speaking about wardrobes...

all the stores are having a summer sale today on their new fall clothes.

And our ticket might win.

- I was thinking the same thing. - What are we waiting for?

Charge it!

You expecting company, Betty?

I'll go see who it is.

- Yes, what is it? - Pardon me, my little lady.

My hobby is collecting handouts:

old clothes, bottles...

money, small change.

Anything you may wish to dispose of.

Wait a minute, I'll see.

- Who is it, Betty? - Some poor old fellow down on his luck.

I'll see what Barney's got in that closet of his.

This ought to do.

Barney hasn't worn this thing for years. He'll never miss it.

Thank you, lady.

Your generosity is appreciated.

Okay, Betty, you did your good deed for the day.

Now let's do something nice for ourselves.

I'm with you.

Charge it!

Boy, when our ticket wins we'll do big things, Barney.

And how. We'll treat the bowling team to a free game.

Yeah, we'll have a pizza-pie spread for the whole gang.

Look, Fred, there's Wilma and Betty.

I wonder where they're going.

Charge it!

Does that answer your question?

Betty must have found our sweepstake ticket.

Impossible, Fred. That ticket is hidden where nobody can find it.

Absolutely nobody.

What's the matter, Barney, you sick or something? You look green.

Excuse me, Fred, I'll be right back.

I got to check up on something.

No.

After him, Fred. That old guy that just passed by.

He has our sweepstake ticket in the pocket.

- You! Stop, come back here! - That's my jacket.

You knucklehead. The ticket's hidden where no one will find it?

Hold it, mister!

Okay, pop, off with the coat.

Stand back or I'll clobber you with this cane.

- Where did you get that coat? - Make one false move...

and I'll beat a tattoo on your noggin.

Okay, you can keep the coat, pop. All we want is the ticket.

Here's a one-way ticket to Lumpsville.

Take that. And that.