The Flintstones Page #11

Fred and Barney, weary, approach each other, shake hands

as they view the day's incredible output. Other weary,

but proud workers gather around them: Mr. Slate is about

to address them from his office balcony.

SLATE:

Men, this is a proud day for Slate

Construction. You have seen the

first pieces of Fibrerock roll

off the assembly line and into

history... a history you are all

part of... thanks to your very

own fellow worker, Fred Flintstone!

113 WORKERS -FAVORING FRED AND BARNEY 113

They cheer Slate's remarks, pat Fred on the back.

114 BACK TO SCENE 114

SLATE:

No longer will man and beast bend

under the backbreaking load of

stone and rock and timber...

because Fibrerock is so light

that even a child can handle it.

(pause)

That's why on Monday we're going

to hire two dozen children from

Bedrock Technical Junior High.

They'll be replacing the 36

heavy equipment operators, 15

shaft diggers and 22 laborers

we're laying off today. Your

pink slips will be in your final

pay envelopes along with a ticket

to the grand opening of Slate

City. It's non-transferable,

so hang on to it. Thank you, and

have a nice weekend.

115 THE QUARRY YARD 115

The workers stand slack-jawed and stunned.

WORKER #1

Laid off --?

WORKER #2

Pink slip --?

WORKER #3

Thanks to Fred Flintstone?

(CONTINUED)

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WORKER #4

Flintstone! What kinda shop

steward are you?

All eyes swivel and bore into Fred, who is as shocked as

anyone.

BARNEY:

Fred. You gotta do something

about this!

FRED:

I do?

(realizing)

I mean, I do, yeah!

He squares his shoulders, marches off.

BARNEY:

(proudly)

That's my Fred...

116 INT. SLATE'S OFFICE -DAY 116

Slate is practicing hitting golf balls into an automatic

putting cup. Lava and some office workers are checking

a blueprint against a model of "Slate City" which is made

out of Fibrerock. A ball shoots back at Slate, who tees

up again.

117 INSIDE THE PUTTING CUP 117

A little MOUSE in a complete hockey outfit jumps to catch

the ball. Stopping it with his little hockey stick, the

Mouse gasps, raises its hockey mask.

MOUSE:

Whew. And it's still pre-season.

He whaps the ball to Slate again.

118 BACK TO SCENE 118

Slate tees up the ball again. Fred barges in, banging

the door. Startled, Slate drives the ball instead of

putting it. It sails across the room and SHATTERS a

PICTURE of Mrs. Slate.

SLATE:

(furious)

Flintstone!

(CONTINUED)

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FRED:

(undeterred)

Mr. Slate --we gotta talk -

SLATE:

We do, eh? About what?

FRED:

About those guys outside, Mr.

Slate. Some of 'em, well, they

been here for years. And you,

well, you can't lay them off just

like -

(snapping fingers)

--that!

Slate looks at Lava, who shrugs. Slate looks back at

Fred, stays surprisingly calm. He toys with the putter,

balances it on his palm.

SLATE:

Of course I can, Fred. I can lay

them off like -

(snapping fingers)

--that, or like -(

a different style

snap)

--that, or like -

He does a really nifty snap which combines with a buckand-

wing with the putter.

SLATE:

--that.

FRED:

(bravura slipping)

Oh, you can, huh?

LAVA:

Of course he can, Flintstone.

It's his quarry.

SLATE:

(still calm, warm)

That's right. Why -

(chuckling)

I could lock the front door and go

fishing if I wanted!

Lava laughs along with the office staff and Slate. Fred

chuckles a little to fit in.

(CONTINUED)

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SLATE:

(winking)

Why, I could even fire Lava here

if I wanted.

Lava quivers with mock surprise. Everyone really laughs,

now.

SLATE:

Or...

(wiping away a tear)

I could fire you, Fred.

FRED:

(guffawing)

Me! Ah, ha, that's rich, Mr.

Slate, that's -

Suddenly Fred stops laughing.

SLATE:

Flintstone, Lava, here,

recommended that you be in charge

of public relations to get

Fibrerock off to a good start.

I'm a member of that public,

Flintstone, and I have to say...

this isn't a good start. I'm

getting a bad feeling about

Fibrerock. A bad feeling about...

you. You want that feeling to go

away, don't you?

FRED:

Uh... well, gee, I... uh, yeah.

SLATE:

Good. Then turn around and walk

out of here and we'll forget all

about this.

Fred swallows, looks at Lava, goes meekly out.

119 EXT. QUARRY YARD -DAY 119

All the Workers watch expectantly as Fred comes out.

They AD LIB -

WORKERS:

Well? What'd he say...? Ol'

Freddie boy told him a thing or

two... Probably got us a raise...

Right, Fred...? Fred...?

(CONTINUED)

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FRED:

Akkk... something... noble... man

... job... nose... wheel...

shoulder... grindstone... hommm...

yggggg...

BARNEY:

(worried)

Fred?

Fred staggers over to his locker, opens it... gets in,

and closes the door. We hear a MUFFLED SOB.

120 A NEW ANGLE 120

As the workers slowly realize the mighty Casey has struck

out.

CUT TO:

121 EXT. FLINTSTONE & RUBBLE LAWNS -DAY 121

Betty and Wilma stand, determined, while the kids gripe.

PEBBLES:

But, Mommy, I wanna go roller

skating...

BAM-BAM

(mouth full)

Yeagh... 'hend thugh guys wher

ghoing -

(swallow, munch)

--to play rockball at Paleolithic

Park -

Betty wipes Bam-Bam's mouth, smiles sweetly.

BETTY:

Well, you're both going to change

your plans. Your new school is

going to have a talent show... and

you're going to have some talent.

WILMA:

You don't have to win... honorable

mention or most Kongenial Kids is

perfectly acceptable.

PEBBLES:

(aside)

As long as we beat the pants offa

Mrs. Slate's nephew...

(CONTINUED)

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WILMA:

Young lady, this is not about

beating pants, this is about

becoming a well rounded child.

Now, what kind of act will you do?

BAM-BAM

How about a disappearing act?

He takes a tentative step away but Betty grabs him.

BETTY:

We're waiting.

Pebbles and Bam-Bam sigh, huddle. We hear snatches of

discussion...

PEBBLES BAM-BAM

... Wanna recite something? Nah, what are we, little

'Inky Dinky Spidersaurus...'? kids? How 'bout magic

tricks? We could cut up a

newspaper -

PEBBLES:

But then we'd need a hammer BAM-BAM

and chisel... oh, what about That dumb thing? You

that thing with Dino? think so...?

Pebbles turns, the decision made.

PEBBLES:

Okay. We're gonna sing a song

with Dino.

Instantly, on cue, Dino leaps out of nowhere, holding a

straw hat and a cane.

Wilma and Betty look at each other, skeptical. Bam-Bam

reaches into his shirt and takes out a whistle. He blows

it -

PEBBLES:

A one-and-a-two and-a -

122 WIDER 122

MUSIC comes UP and Dino and his little friends do a dance

routine we will call "The Dino Dance." It is a spectacular

blend of soft-shoe and the kind of dog-and-pony-show

gags usually seen in the circus or on the Ed Sullivrock

show. Most importantly, the routine includes the

following:

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