The Flintstones Page #24

Barney puts out his hand as chunks of Fibrerock shower

down like rain from the feeding frenzy. Catching some

pieces, he nibbles on it a little.

FRED:

Barn...? What's going on?

BARNEY:

(sniffing it)

Lava Lava leaves... Woca sap...

all still there, but now the

nutrients are all released...

(realizing)

... Fred, this... this is Dino

kibble!

FRED:

Dino kibble...?

Disbelieving, Fred moves over to the happily-munching

animals. He has to get on his knees to wiggle in with

the pack. He grabs some, stuffs it in his mouth...

chews. His eyes widen...

FRED:

(mouth full)

Dhinough khibble!!

He spits it out, takes out the chunk of contract

Slate wrote on.

FRED:

Barney, we --we're rich!

Yabba dabba do --!

294 SLATE 294

Faints dead away! The CAMERA PULLS BACK... BACK...

BACK -

295 EXT. DRIVE-IN MOVIE THEATRE -NIGHT 295

We're back where we began. As "The End" appears on the

drive-in screen, cars are streaming out of the drive-in

theatre. The Flintstone car is among them.

296 EXT. DRIVE-IN RESTAURANT -NIGHT 296

Fred and company roll into a '50's-style drive-in

restaurant. A sign advertises BRONTO BURGERS AND RIBS.

(CONTINUED)

123.

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296

A pretty carhop on stone roller skates glides over.

Fred holds up one finger towards her. She nods, scampers

O.S. Fred rubs his hands and licks his lips with anticipation...

and then the girl returns with a massive rack

of ribs on a car tray. She hooks it on the edge of

the driver's door... and the entire car tips over with a

crash.

CUT TO:

297 EXT. FLINTSTONE HOUSE -NIGHT 297

WIDEN FROM the mailbox. Fred and family pull up. Dino

runs in first, followed by Wilma with Pebbles already

asleep on her shoulder. Fred follows, the saber-tooth

cat on his heels. Fred stops in the doorway to put a

milk bottle on the doorstep, and then puts the cat down

beside it. He shuts the door.

Quick as a flash, the cat leaps through the side window.

Pause. The door opens and the cat puts Fred out, then

slams the door! Fred recovers from his shock, tries the

door... it's locked!

MUSIC (V.O.)

We'll have a yabba

dabba-do time

A dabba-do time

We'll have a gay old time!

FRED:

(knocking)

Wilma...?

(another knock)

... Wilma?

CAMERA CRANES UP, WIDENS as Fred becomes a tiny silhouette

banging on the door.

FRED:

Wilma? Wil-ma --!

FADE OUT.

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