The Flintstones

- I'll murderlize you. - It's my bucket.

Stop running, you insect.

Hiya, Fred. Meet my new watchdog, Buzzsaw.

Your new watchdog?

Yeah, he's wonderful.

He instinctively knows when somebody don't like me.

Then he chases them.

Good dog.

Hello?

Yes. Okay, I'll tell him.

- Who was it? - Barney.

- What does he want? - He says you borrowed his watchdog.

He wants it back.

And here they come, ladies and gentlemen...

approaching the 18th tee.

The finalists: Ben Bowlder and Fred Flintstone.

It's been a nip and tuck battle all the way.

Fred Flintstone is still leading by two strokes.

The winner will get the trophy and be the champion...

of the annual tournament given by the Loyal Order of Dinosaurs.

All right. It's Ben's honor, and he's ready to tee off.

A beautiful shot! Right down the middle of the fairway.

Now here is a diagram of this 450-yard par-4 hale...

and here is the distance traveled by Ben Bowlder's great tee shot...

putting him in perfect position for his second shot.

- Wilma. - Hi, Betty.

- Are you listening to the tournament? - I wouldn't dare not listen.

- Isn't it exciting? - I hope Fred wins.

But I can take it or leave it.

If Fred wins I'll never hear the end of it.

Yeah. And if Fred loses you'll never hear the end of it.

And here's Fred Flintstone. Very cool.

He's got a tough shot to beat.

He hit that one real fat.

Here's Fred Flintstone set to tee off again.

And Fred's a little nervous.

Just a little.

He knows he has his work cut out for him.

Flint5tone's hit a screaming line drive.

It looks like Flint5tone's in trouble.

Back to the diagram for a look at the path of this ridiculous...

Impossible shot.

This is a big decision for Fred Flintstone.

The question is:

Should he take a penalty stroke, or should he...

How about that? Flintstone is going to play it where it lies.

We have just seen the greatest shot ever made.

The ball's heading straight for the green and passed right over it.

Too bad. More hard luck for Fred Flintstone.

A lot depends on Ben Bowlder's next shot.

And it's a beauty.

Fred Flintstone needs a miracle to pull this game out of the fire.

And he's going to give it that old college try.

One thing about Flintstone, he's a fighter who doesn't know the meaning of..

the word "quit."

This is a tense moment, folks.

Fore!

It's in.

- He won! - Hurray for Fred!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Listen.

Nothing like this has ever happened before.

A sensational finish.

Fred Flintstone, the new champion, is walking towards...

the chairman of the tournament committee to receive the cup.

They've never had a more deserving champion.

Wait a minute. Something's up.

Barney Rubble, President of the lodge...

apparently wants to take the cup away from Fred Flintstone.

- Don't tell me they're at it again? - They've never quit.

This is unbelievable. They're struggling over the cup.

Let's ask one of the other members what this is about. You, sir.

- Who me? - Could you tell us what this is all about?

It all goes back to a meeting, a month ago...

when the lodge was holding its annual election of officers.

We will now proceed with the election of a president.

You will all vote for either Fred Flintstone or Barney Rubble.

- Mr. Chairman. - What is it, Brother Flintstone?

As you know...

I've been lodge president three times, and although I'm greatly honored...

I would like to withdraw...

and move that Barney Rubble...

be elected unanimously.

Me?

Second the motion.

Speech! Come on, pal, speak.

Gee, this is the greatest day of my life.

What an honor.

And the man I have to thank for it is Fred Flintstone...

my bosom buddy, close friend, and lifelong pal.

Oh, Barney. Cut it out.

I promise to be a good president...

and put the lodge back on its feet financially.

There's only one way to do it. By collecting back dues.

And believe me, that's what I'm going to do.

That's the way to do it, Prez.

Three cheers for Barney Rubble!

That's what led up to the fuss taking place between Fred and Barney now.

You mean it has something to do with back dues?

You get the picture.

- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.

What's the big idea trying to take my cup?

- I won the tournament. - And that makes no difference.

It says in the bylaw, section 42:

"No member shall be entitled to receive a trophy...

"unless his dues are paid up to date."

I'm only a month overdue.

That makes no difference. A month is a month.

And a thankless friend is a thankless friend.

Any lodge you're a member of...

I don't want any part of. And that goes for the cup, too.

Rules are rules. No dues, no trophy.

MY Pointy head.

What about Fred? Is he still on the rampage?

Worse then ever.

Barney's name can't be mentioned in our house.

- Not only that-- - Wilma.

I would like to speak to you.

I see what you mean. But it can't last forever.

- Now listen, Fred. - You listen to me.

Barney Rubble is my enemy.

Betty is married to him.

- That makes her my enemy. And... - Oh, Fred.

...I don't want you talking to the enemy.

Hi, Wilma. What's new on the Western Front?

The General has had a setback.

He wants to move, but he can't find a house he can afford.

Barney's starting to get a little steamed up, too.

He might just as well blow a gasket.

I have to deliver an ultimatum.

Ultimatum who?

Fred wants everything back that, quote...

"That no-good scrounger has borrowed over the years," unquote.

- Come on in and help yourself. - Do I need a flag of truce?

- That you, Wilma? - Yes, Fred.

- Where's all the stuff? - Here's all the stuff.

You mean that can opener...

-is all the stuff he borrowed? - Yes.

- Did you look in the attic? - Yes.

- In the garage? - Yes.

- In the cellar? - Yes.

The sneak.

He must have buried everything else. That's the answer.

I like the food over at the Rubbles' better.

- Fred. - Yeah?

Barney wants all his stuff back.

He does, does he?

You can tell him from me...

Any sign yet? Is Fred bringing back my stuff?

I don't see anything. Not a creature is stirring.

Not even a fat mouse like Fred Flintstone?

Hold it, here comes a message.

- What does it say? - Don't rush me.

It says:

"Dear Betty, Fred says...

"that if Barney sets foot on Fred's property...

"he'll cool him."

It doesn't make sense.

No, wait a minute. Not he'll cool him. "He'll kill him."

Sure. That makes sense.

- He's not scaring me. - Now, Barney.

What's mine is mine, and I intend to get it.

Will you relax, Betty? He won't lay a hand on me.

I'm too fast, and he's too fat.

Barney, be careful.

Don't worry, but check and see...

if I paid my last insurance premium. Just in case, you know.

There's my bucket.

And just where are you going with my property?

Your property? This is my bucket.

You're overlooking one little detail.

The water in that bucket happens to belong to me.

I'm sorry, Fred. Here you are.

- I'll murderlize you. - It's my bucket.

Stop running, you insect.

Hiya, Fred. Meet my new watchdog, Buzzsaw.

Your new watchdog?

Yeah, he's wonderful.

He instinctively knows when somebody don't like me.

Then he chases them.

Good dog.

Good dog.

Let's see.