The Man Called Flintstone Page #2

-I'll try to heal fast, chief.

It won't be fast enough, Rock.

At any moment, the Green Goose

may decide to take over the world.

I better cancel your trip to Paris.

Is this the patient?.

Uh, yeah, doc. Fred Flintstone.

He fell on his head.

I'm okay now, doc. I feel fine.

Well, why don't we check you over

anyway. Come with me, Mr. Flintstone.

Okay. But I'm telling you,

it's a waste of time.

Hmm. Your pulse seems to be normal.

Right on the button, in fact.

Now cross your legs

and we'll test your reflexes.

Make it snappy, will you, doc?.

I'm on my vacation.

We're almost finished.

Reflexes normal.

[SPEAKlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]

You can leave now, Mr. Flintstone,

right after I give you a booster shot.

Best to play it safe.

Y eah, yeah. All right. Let's have

the shot, doc. I wanna get out of here.

MOONSTONE:

You won't even feel this, Mr. Flintstone.

[FRED YELLS]

Watch it, doc. What are you trying

to do, put me in the hospital?.

It's amazing.

That man is a dead ringer for Rock Slag.

Look at the size of this needle.

What do you think I am?. A brontosaurus?.

Why, he could be Rock's twin.

His twin. I wonder if....

Why not?. It's worth a try.

Um, pardon me, sir,

uh, can I have a word with you?.

-Who, me?.

BOULDER:
Yes.

-Your country needs you.

-My country needs me?.

Now, let's see if I got this straight.

The government will send me and my

family to Paris to pick up a Green Goose...

-...because I look like this guy?.

-Right, Mr. Flintstone.

Your resemblance to our

regular messenger is fantastic.

And, as you can see, uh,

he's in no condition to make the trip.

FRED:

Yeah. Ha, ha. I can see that.

This, uh, Green Goose must be

a very valuable bird.

Very valuable. Our government

wants to put him in a cage.

Well, I had planned a camping trip

this year...

...but, um,

you, uh, did say all expenses paid?.

Every last penny.

In that case, I'll be glad to help

the government get the Green Goose.

-Good. Now raise your right hand.

-My right hand?.

-And repeat after me.

-Okay.

I will not reveal my mission to anyone.

I will not reveal my mission to anyone.

-Not even my wife.

-Not even my wife?.

Congratulations. You are now

an official secret agent.

Gosh. Heh, heh, heh.

A spy-type guy.

[CHORUS SlNGlNG "SPY TYPE GUY"]

[SlNGlNG]

[SLAG AND BOULDER SlNGlNG]

All right, Flintstone, here are

your plane tickets and some money.

-You leave for Paris in the morning.

-Oh, boy.

And remember,

your code name is Rock Slag.

Gotcha. Rock Slag.

Rock Slag, Rock Slag, Rock Slag.

Chief, are you out of your mind?.

That guy is no match

for the Green Goose and his gang.

I know, but he's our only chance.

Besides, I'll be there

to keep an eye on him.

You'd better, or that Flintstone

will be in worse shape than I am.

It's a long shot, but he just may be able

to pull it off.

Hi, Barney.

Fred. Gee, I thought

you'd never come out.

-What did the doc have to say?.

-I'm okay...

-...but I gotta cancel the camping trip.

-Cancel the camping trip?.

-Ooh-hoo, there he is.

-Who?. Who?.

-Rock Slag.

-Rock Slag?. Ooh! Purr.

-You naughty boy.

-Trying to leave without goodbye.

[NURSES GlGGLlNG AND PURRlNG]

Whoa. What a hospital plan

they have here.

I don't get it.

Now, tell me, Fred, how come

you gotta cancel our camping trip?.

Because Wilma and I are going to Paris.

Paris?. Stop the car, Fred, stop the car.

-What's the matter?.

-Look, you got a bump on your head...

...and now you think

you' re going to Paris, right?.

-Right.

-But to go to Paris you need...

-...A, money and B, plane tickets.

-Here's A.

-Money.

-And here's B.

Plane tickets.

Gosh, Fred, what's this all about?.

I'll tell you later, pal.

Right now I want to see Wilma's face

when she hears the news.

[BRAKES SCREECH]

-That was Rock Slag, Bobo.

-lt can't be, Ali.

It was. He is still alive.

Ooh. If we don't get Slag,

the Green Goose will get us.

Quick, after him.

-Here he comes.

-We must not fail this time.

-Boy, this is a rough road.

-You're not kidding.

When I give the signal,

you push the rock.

BOBO:

Right. Push the rock.

Take it easy, Fred,

we don't want another accident.

FRED:

Whoops.

Hey, look. The car is going

right through the tunnel.

Get ready, get set, push.

[LAUGHlNG]

Right on target.

-That finishes Rock Slag.

-For keeps this time.

[BOTH LAUGHlNG]

You almost didn't make it

to Paris, huh, Fred?.

Yeah, that boulder would have

canceled my trip permanently.

I wonder what's taking the boys so long.

They're waiting for us to finish packing,

what else?.

[GASPlNG]

Uh-oh.

-The trailer's got a flat.

-Just our luck.

Well, we better change it

and save some time.

Okay, I'll get the spare.

I'm always sticking my neck out

for someone else.

One spare coming up.

Here, it's fixed.

Hi, girls. Sorry we're late.

Fred, how come you're walking?.

Where's the car?.

Oh, never mind that.

-Wait till you hear the news.

-What news?.

A little change in plans, my dear.

Mr. and Mrs. Flintstone will be spending

their vacation abroad this year...

-...in Paris, France.

-Paris?.

France?.

[ST AMMERlNG]

But how?. What?. I mean, when did--?.

Tut-tut, sweetheart, no questions,

please. Just take my word for it.

Paris. I can hardly believe it.

Oh, you wonderful man.

Ooh, I'm so happy for you, Wilma.

I wish we could take a trip like that.

Hey, that's a great idea.

Look, Barney, we can get our money back

on all the camping stuff we rented...

...and buy plane tickets

for you and Betty and Bam Bam.

-Really, Fred?.

-Do you think there would be enough?.

Sure. Maybe not enough for first class

or even second class.

But at least we'd all be together.

What do you say, Barn?.

I say, put her there, buddy boy.

You just talked me into it.

Wilma, did you hear that?.

We' re going with you.

[SlNGlNG "TEAM MATES"]

[SlNGlNG]

[FRED AND BARNEY SlNGlNG]

[SlNGlNG]

[SlNGlNG]

[FRED AND BARNEY SlNGlNG]

FRED:
Heh, heh, put her there, Barn.

BARNEY:
We're teammates.

[SlNGlNG]

[SlNGlNG]

[FRED AND BARNEY

SlNGlNG lN UNlSON]

MAN [OVER PA]:
Flight 70 for Paris

now boarding at Gate 5.

All passengers please check in.

-ls this the flight to Paris?.

-Yes, sir.

Here's our tickets. One set, first class,

one set, last class.

Fine. Put your luggage

on the scales, please.

With pleasure.

[BELL CLANGlNG]

TlCKET AGENT:
One hundred pounds.

That's quite a load.

[SQUAWKS]

You can say that again.

You may board now, sir. The helicopter

will take you to the flight deck.

-Well, thank you.

-First-class passengers this way.

Come on, Wilma.

Hold it, bud. Last class that way.

-And don't walk on the carpet.

-Oh. Uh, yes, sir.

Fred, why don't you get

some magazines?.

Yeah, yeah. Good idea.

Book. Book.

-And a coloring book for Pebbles.

FRED:
Ha, ha. All right.

I can hardly wait to report

to the Green Goose...

...how we eliminated Rock Slag.

-Look.

-Our reward will be great.

Look. Look. By the newsstand.

We'll live like kings.

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