The Flintstones

- The tracks and at this tree. - Which means what, Fred?

Search me. We know snorks can't fly.

We can't climb trees very well, either. Or is it either.

It's neither.

I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in.

It's the poachers. Glad to see you.

He's not only smart, Fred, he's also heavy!

Rockhead and Quarry Cave Construction Company.

Who? Just a minute. Hey, Fred!

Telephone!

- Okay, Ed. Be right there. - It's a lady, Fred.

Thanks, Ed. Hello. Flintstone speaking.

Hi, Wilma.

Fred, could you pick up a few little things on the way home?

Half a dozen dodo eggs, instant pterodactyl soup...

30 pounds of ribs. Yeah, I know. So long.

Thanks, Ed. What does my wife do with her spare time?

Why ask me? I got one of my own to worry about.

Give them clothes washers, dishwashers, disposals...

and you still have to "pick up a few things on the way home."

A good, good afternoon to you, Mrs. Stonehead. How are you?

Just fine, thank you, Mr. Flintstone.

Junior, come on now, I s getting late.

Can I have just one more ride, mommy? Can I?

Let me see now, a half dozen dodo eggs, instant pterodactyl soup...

- 30 pounds of... - Hi, Fred...

good neighbor, esteemed friend and bosom buddy.

And don't forget, captain of the bowling team.

No, don't forget that.

- What'll it be, Mr. Rubble? - 30 pounds of ribs.

- Why not? - Make that two orders. One for me.

Also, why not?

Hear you're going on your vacation, Barney.

Yep, first thing in the morning. We're heading for the mountains.

We're leaving, too. But you know where we're going.

- The beach? - Yeah. Same thing every year.

- You know Wilma and her suntan. - Yeah.

Here you are, Mr. Rubble, 30 pounds of ribs. Right on the nose.

- That'll be $3.55. - $3.55?

Shall I wrap them?

At those prices, you should wrap them in gold leaf!

- Last week 30 pounds was $3.20. - You remember?

You bet I do. Cancel my order! And his, too.

But, Fred...

Somebody's got to put his foot down sometime.

If you don't remember, this pirate will keep raising the prices every week.

It so happens I've got the memory of an elephant.

Would you like to try for a case of amnesia, Jumbo?

You wouldn't dare.

Did you get the number of that truck, Barney?

And get the names of some witnesses, too. Boy, I'll sue him.

Betty ain't gonna like this. She wanted ribs.

Mr. Flintstone! Good gracious, what happened to him?

- He got run over by 30 pounds of ribs. - Run over by ribs?

Junior, will you get off that thing?

Can I have one more ride, mommy? Can I?

It makes sense, I tell you.

Instead of us going to the beach and you going to the mountains...

we'll combine and make it a business and pleasure trip.

That's what we'll do, a business and pleasure trip.

- You mean we get the business. - And you get the pleasure.

Droll, very droll.

What's wrong with cooking outdoors over an open fire?

If you've got about two hours, I'll tell you.

You are funny tonight.

- Maybe we won't like hunting, Fred. - What is the matter with you people?

What did our ancestors have that we haven't got?

Money.

You just said the magic word.

Because that clinches my case.

While we're having a vacation, we are also putting food on the table...

we're eliminating the middleman, namely, that wise guy butcher...

and we bring back our own ribs.

And speaking of money, just think of what we can do with the money we save.

- Maybe I can get that minkasaurus. - We could use a new car.

And what's wrong with a new bowling ball for me?

I've been wanting a new rake far a long time.

What's the matter with me, am I out of my mind? Yeah, golf clubs.

That's better!

It might serve them right if we did go.

It might cure the economy pinch I've been getting.

Okay, Fred, you talked me into it.

You'll eat it up. The great outdoors, back to nature...

coming back to camp where the girls are cooking over an open fire.

Cooking over an open fire!

Okay, everybody hit the sack. We want an early start.

- Like, how early? - Like at 4:00 a.m. That's how early.

We hit the deck, and rise and shine, and all that stuff.

But why 4:00 a.m.?

Because you always get up early to go hunting.

- Why? - How should I know why? That's the rules.

- Boy, we asked for it. - I know.

Let's see now, did I think of everything? Barney, did you lock the back door?

- Yes, ma'am. - Did you leave a note for the milkman?

- Yes, ma'am. - Did you cancel the newspaper?

- Yes, ma'am. - Barney?

- Yes, ma'am? - Don't forget the turkey.

- Yes, ma'am. - Bring her over to Mrs. Stonehead.

She's going to take care of her while we're gone.

'(es,ma'am.

I'll go see if Wilma and Fred are ready.

- Hi, Betty. - Fred up yet?

Of course, you know Fred. 4:00 a.m., hit the deck...

rise and shine, and all that stuff.

You can't blame Fred. He was up half the night loading the trailer.

- But why 4:00 a.m.? - You know what's wrong with you girls?

- You've lost that pioneer spirit. - And with any luck, it'll stay lost.

Yeah, who needs it?

Hey, Fred. Come on, ready for the take off! Wake up.

- He's still asleep. - Who's asleep?

I was just resting my eyes. Let her go, Barney. Start the countdown.

Five, four, three...

two, one. Blast off!

- Here we go! - Maybe we're overloaded.

Stop talking and give her the gun.

- Step on it, Barney. - I am!

- Pour it on, Barney. - I think she's starting to roll.

- We're off. - Yippee! A hunting we will go, Fred.

Right, Barney. And we're leaving all our troubles behind us.

Don't look now, fellas, but you're being followed by a garage.

It's always nice to take a little bit of home

with you wherever you go.

Don't you love these early starts when we go on a hunting trip?

Yeah. Up and at 'em. Rise and shine! Hit the deck!

What's earlier than high noon the next day?

All right, wise guys. I had to put the garage back, didn't I?

Anyway, once we hit that superhighway, we'll make up for lost time.

- Don't drive fast. - Who drives fast?

There's the turnoff for the superhighway, Fred.

After we get on that, Barney...

next stop, the tall timber country.

- This is the way to travel, Barney. - Right, Fred.

Straight through, no red lights, no stops...

just zoom along.

How about that?

Just as we're making time, we get behind one of those Sunday drivers.

- Yep. Happens every time, Fred. - Come on, let's move it!

Give it a honk, Fred.

Oh, boy!

- What's up, Fred? Why are we stopping? - Some smart aleck blocking the road.

Come on, let's go!

Okay, road hog, let's roll it.

All right, what's the problem?

This road hog up ahead won't move, Officer.

That's right. As soon as we started blowing the horn...

- he deliberately stopped, just to be mean. - Yes, ma'am.

There ought to be a law against these kind of people.

Blocking the road, causing accidents!

Yes, ma'am. I'll take care of it, ma'am.

While you're at it, why don't you give him a ticket? That'll teach him a lesson.

- Hey, Fred. - Yeah, Barney?

- You know that trailer up ahead? - Yeah.

- Who belongs to that trailer? - Search me, Officer.

- We got one of our own to worry about. - Hey, Fred.

- Barney, I'm talking to the officer. - But, Fred.

- Where's your manners? - But, Fred.

Our trailer's back there, Officer.

It's gone. That trailer up in front looks like...

That's our trailer, Barney.

That's what I've been trying to tell you, Fred.