The Flintstones Page #20

229 BACK TO SCENE 229

FRED:

Ho noh! Ahhrisser Felghspah!

(turning to Barney)

Haybee whee hould shtop --?

BARNEY:

What, and explain what you're

doing in that costume? Start

talking about coo-coo berries and

Fibrerock? By then it'll be too

late!

FRED:

'Hen yore height, yore height...

Fred pours on more speed. They careen around a turn.

CAMERA WHIP PANS TO a road sign: SLATE CITY--1 MI.

230 SLATE CITY -REAR GATE 230

A fence surrounds the empty housing development; in the

distance, we can see the dark Slate Scrapers, and past

them, the brightly-lit and gleaming Fibersphere and

Slate Needle.

We hear a SCREECH and then the CAMERA PANS BACK to pickup

Fred's CAR as it whips around a turn, two wheels off the

ground. It crashes right into the gate, knocking down a

sign reading "SLATE CITY--DELIVERY GATE." The fence

collapses all around the car.

103.

231 NEW ANGLE 231

Fred and Barney stagger out of the wreck. Barney,

covered with debris, rummages around and sighs with

relief when he finds the flit gun of coo-coo sap is

still intact.

BARNEY:

(hearing a siren)

We'd better split up; that way at

least one of us can make it to the

Slate Needle --!

'Ood hidea.

FRED:

Ood whuk, ol' bhudee.

They slap hands together like basketball players, then

head off in two directions.

CUT TO:

232 INT. SLATE NEEDLE 232

CAMERA PANS the audience as the accordion recital continues.

Several people look visibly ill. Finally,

CAMERA ADJUSTS to take in Poindexter's big finish as he

slides forward on his knees.

There's a scattering of half-hearted applause, led by

Lava and the Slates.

HEADMISTRESS:

Sank you, sank you. Our nex'

performance is Bam-Bam, Pebbles...

(checking notes)

... an' friend.

She steps aside as a spotlight picks out -233

PEBBLES, BAM-BAM & DINO 233

poised in the stances we recognize as the "first

positions" of the "Dino Dance." However, whereas the

previous version of this was done impromptu and

a cappella with only a few primitive props and straw

hats alone, this time the kids and Dino are fully

costumed, with sequins, batons and the like, and the

dance is completely choreographed.

KIDS:

You can keep the twist,

the frug and hop -234

VARIOUS ANGLES 234

As the Dino dance begins, FULL ORCHESTRATION OVER IT.

The audience seems to really like it --all except -

104.

235 MRS. SLATE 235

who glances over at the judges long enough to see that

they like this a lot better than the accordion act.

Suddenly Mrs. Slate jumps up, barges on stage. The

MUSIC DIES.

HEADMISTRESS:

Madame Slate, what ees wrong --?

MRS. SLATE

I'll tell you what's wrong! This

'act' is an absolute disgrace!

This is supposed to be a talent

show! And a pedestrian animal act

like this belongs in a circus!

236 WILMA AND BETTY 236

React, furious, jump out of their seats.

BETTY:

A circus, huh? Well, if our kids

belong in a circus with their act,

then your little nephew belongs in

a zoo with his -WILMA

Yeah --a zoo where the animals

are dead --because if they aren't,

they will be!

MRS. SLATE

Why, how dare you! Mrs.

Flintstein, I'll have you know

that my little Poindexter has been

trained by the finest tutors!

Poindexter! Show them! Encore!

The kid jumps up, begins to play. Immediately another

GLASS SHATTERS. But then the CEILING FIXTURES CRACK,

and then the PICTURE WINDOW PANELS begin to SHATTER one

by one.

MRS. SLATE

(alarmed)

Ah... Poindexter... that's enough

... Poindexter...?

The kids stops... But another WINDOW PANEL EXPLODES.

Then one of the tables collapses.

Pause. Every head in the room swivels around and stares

at Poindexter. Nervous, he tosses the accordion aside.

But the destruction continues: Another WINDOW PANEL

SHATTERS. Then, the entire building shakes.

105.

237 SLATE 237

Loses his balance, grabs onto Lava for support, ends up

pulling him down, too. Slate gets to his knees and looks

out the window... and his jaw drops in astonishment.

238 HIS POV -SLATE CITY 238

In the distance, with a CRACKLING ROAR, the little rows

of Fibrerock tract houses are falling like dominoes in

a wave that is rolling toward the Slate Needle.

239 SLATE CITY DEVELOPMENT -NIGHT 239

A flashlight beam rakes the CAMERA. Feldspar, shotgun

in one hand, light in the other, looks around cautiously.

(The shotgun has a slingshot mechanism; the flashlight

is a mirror-backed candle.)

Behind him, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH. Feldspar tenses, but

it's -

GRAVEL:

No sign of the driver...

FELDSPAR:

You kidding? By now he's a couple

of shinbones and a belch.

Gravel drops down on one knee, excited. He shines his

light on Fred's big "clawprints."

GRAVEL:

Holy cowasaurus! Look how deep

these tracks are! That xeno thing

must weigh a ton!

They aim their lights at the tracks, begin to follow

them. Suddenly they round a corner and come face to

face with -

240 NEW ANGLE -FRED 240

He's stopped between two sample homes to wrestle with

the monster head again. Now, he freezes in twin flashlight

beams!

FELDSPAR:

Okay, lizard, reach for the sky!

Fred hesitates... then, hearing a CREAK and GROAN, he

looks at the HOUSE beside him. The stucco-like exterior

of Fibrerock is beginning to crumble.

(CONTINUED)

106.

240 CONTINUED:
240

FRED:

Offisser Fledapar, het me hexpwain

--his howse hiss maid uv

fibahwock -

He reaches out to tap the nearby wall and --WHAM --it

collapses all around him, leaving a gaping hole in the

house!

FELDSPAR:

(frightened, backing

away)

Quivering quartzite, d-did you

see that -

GRAVEL:

(following him)

O-one flick of his paw... and

he knocked down a wall --!

FRED:

Nogh, wate, chum baggk -

As Fred "roars" and moves forward, Feldspar and Gravel

scream, panic, and run!

241 FRED 241

Tries to catch up and collides with the already damaged

house. It collapses totally, falling in on itself,

obscuring Fred. Finally the last TIMBER DROPS. Pause.

Fred staggers out of the rubble, realizes that the impact

has knocked the monster mask off his head and back on its

hinges. He rubs dust out of his eyes, turns and looks

at the Slate Needle. He's much closer to it now.

Quickly, he runs toward it.

CUT TO:

242 INSIDE THE SLATE NEEDLE 242

Everyone is rocking back and forth with the escalating

vibrations of the swaying building. The remaining table

of refreshments slides across the room.

243 POINDEXTER LAVA 243

gets hit full force by a flying cake shaped like Slate

City. He falls on top of his accordion, smashing it with

one last dissonant squeeze.

107.

244 PARTYGOERS 244

They pause in their panic to applaud gratefully.

CUT TO:

245 EXT. BASE OF FIBRESPHERE AND SLATE NEEDLE -NIGHT 245

The supporting pylons and cable anchors begin to slowly

decompose. A FLIGHT of STAIRS CREAKS AND GROANS.

Barney runs INTO the SHOT, sees the steps about to go,

dives for them... too late! He ends up with a face full

of Fibredust! Now, he whirls as Fred runs up, points -

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