The Flintstones & WWE: Stone Age Smackdown Page #3

got to give 'em some action.

I like it up here.

Sorry, buddy. I got to do

this, for the vacation.

- What happened?

- You pinned him, Barn.

Just hold him there.

One, two...

Barney Rubble, what do

you think you're doing?

Yikes!

One, two, three!

Barney, you come out

of that cage this instant!

I don't want to come out.

It's safer in here.

Fred Flintstone.

Hi, honey.

Don't "Hi, honey" me.

You raise this cage right now!

Oh, boy!

You look

beautiful tonight, Betty.

Did you do something

different with your hair?

Not even a little.

You said you weren't going

to try to double our clams

in some harebrained scheme.

Actually I said I wasn't going

to try to double our clams

in some harebrained poker game.

I did, however, double our clams in a

harebrained sports entertainment event.

Now, we can all go on a real

vacation to Rockapulco together.

Is that true, Barney?

This was all so we could

go on vacation together?

Sure was.

Fred came up with the idea

after he destroyed the quarry,

nearly killed his boss and

had his paycheck taken away.

He what?

Now, honey, I know you're mad,

but I need you to keep

something in mind.

Rockapulco.

Rockapulco,

Rockapulco, Rockapulco.

Okay, but you better not

do this again.

Cross my heart, Wilma.

I got the vacation fund,

I'm done.

Come on, Barney.

- That was amazing.

- Best show I've ever seen.

Oh, wasn't it awesome?

Man, I can't wait

to watch the next one.

I'm going to

buy a T-shirt.

Flintstone, you've got yourself

something real special here.

Ha!

Flintstone!

Flintstone! Flintstone!

Flintstone! Flintstone!

You've got yourself

something real special here.

Flintstone!

You know my policy on laziness.

Mr. Slate, I'm sorry.

I just...

One more slip up from you

and you're fired!

But, Mr. Slate...

You know what? I quit.

I don't need this job anyway.

I got something else going.

Something special, something

that's gonna make me rich.

What are you

slow-clapping about?

Knock it off!

You better get out of my way.

I got a proposition for you.

I got a proposition for you.

Get outta our way.

That's totally not

a proposition, Marble Henry.

- Sorry, Punkrock.

- Continue, Flintstone.

How would you like

to get even with Barney?

The guy with the Kangarino?

It's a Hopparoo,

but, yeah, that's the fella.

What? Like a rematch?

Exactly like a rematch.

By the way, it's tonight

at the Bedrock Arena.

The rematch on live television.

Call the Boulder twins. Nikki

and Brie are always up for fun.

Psst! Barney.

Geez, Fred,

ever heard of a front door?

I did something, Barney. Something

that's gonna make us rich.

Richer than rich.

I should like the sound of that,

but for some reason I'm skeptical.

We didn't go big enough,

so we're gonna do

another match tonight.

I signed a contract

with a television station.

I rented out the Bedrock Arena

and bought this fancy suit.

Where did you get

the clams for that?

I spent the vacation fund.

You did what?

Barney?

You've been in there a while.

Everything okay?

Yeah, not really.

Fred, you got to get

those clams back.

Oh, forget it.

Those clams are chump change compared

to what we're gonna make tonight.

No, I can't do it. I'm done.

Hey, you can't be done.

I haven't even

told you the best part.

The main event is going to be a

rematch between you and CM Punkrock.

That's not the best part. That

sounds like the worst part.

That fellow scares me.

You know what

your problem is, Barney?

You got no vision.

You're not dreaming big enough.

You got clam-fever, Fred.

Think about the girls.

Think about the kids. Think

about the umbrella drinks.

You're right, Barney.

You were really freaking me out.

I'm going to get the clams.

Good. Good, Fred.

I'm gonna get all the clams.

You say something?

Nope, not a word.

Welcome, Bedrock, to the

Saturday night spectacle.

A few days ago, I was just some

schlub working at the quarry.

But now look at me.

Fancy suit,

sunglasses, pinky ring.

I'm swimming in clams

and it's all because I didn't give up

on a dream I've had for almost a week.

I found the meanest,

the toughest,

the wildest superstars

in Bedrock

and they're here tonight

to serve up a beatdown!

John Cenastone!

Rey Mysteriopal.

And The Undertaker.

Barney! Barney!

Uh, yeah, about that, uh...

Now, I know I may have said

something about a rematch

between Barney

and CM Punkrock...

But Barney

couldn't make it tonight.

Forget Barney.

Who needs Rubble

when you got me?

And these guys. You can't

forget about these guys.

Fellas, what's the big deal?

- Forget Barney?

- He's your best friend.

"Was" my best friend.

And he's gonna be sorry when I

take me straight to the top.

Us. Us straight to the top.

I meant us.

Listen. You two are up first.

But I can't have any more

good-natured tickle fights.

I want to see you two

destroy each other.

But we like each other.

Not anymore, you don't.

The people want drama.

So from now on you're enemies

who can't wait to tear

each other's heads off.

In a family-friendly way,

of course.

Mr. Flintstone, this isn't

really what we signed up for.

Fame, fortune.

What more could you want?

- Friends.

- No Barney, no us.

Wait. Guys.

Not cool, Fred. Not cool.

The Undertaker,

I thought we were buds.

Oh, boy.

You offended your superstars,

you lied to your best friend,

you lost your

vacation fund. Again.

Fred Flintstone, you bonehead.

What have you done?

Where is he?

Where is Rubble?

That Kangahop-loving shrimpo,

Barney Dumbbell may have got

lucky the first time,

but it looks like he's too

chicken to face me again.

Maybe that chicken is a turkey.

Good one, sis.

- We want Rubble!

- Where is he?

Coward!

I came for a rematch

and I want my rematch!

Rematch! Rematch!

Rematch! Rematch! Rematch!

Let's get out of here.

Rubble isn't going to show.

Hey!

Barney Rubble is my best friend,

but I lied to him and told

him this match was canceled.

So maybe it's time I make things

right and get in the ring myself.

I'm gonna destroy you.

Let's yabba dabba do this!

I still can't believe

we're all going to Rockapulco.

Yeah. For once it seems like one of

Fred's crazy schemes actually paid off.

Uh, Betty, Wilma?

You might want to see this.

Fred!

Oh!

Dada.

I didn't think he was

gonna go through with it.

He said he was going to get

the vacation fund back.

Come on, Flintstone.

The people want a show.

You would think our radiant

hotness would be enough.

Maybe we need

to turn up the heat.

Give the people what they want.

Who are those girls?

It doesn't matter, Betty.

Because all the well-toned muscle and

over-priced hair product in the world

can't save them.

This is more fun than

making a Hopakang cry.

He's a Hopparoo!

Huh?

Whoa.

Did I do that?

That's what I do!

Pretty lights!

Ah!

Huh?

Thanks, fellas.

The Undertaker.

Hi, buddy,

great to see... You?

You're messing with

the world's strongest caveman!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes