The Man Called Flintstone Page #3

We'll die like dogs.

BOBO:
But how could it be?.

There's not a scratch on him.

When the Green Goose

finds out we failed...

...there'll be plenty of scratches on us.

This time I'll make sure.

You missed.

[LAUGHlNG]

[SPLUTTERlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]

Oh, how exciting. I've never been

on a helicopter before.

Hold on to Daddy, Pebbly-Poo.

Helicopter.

[PEBBLES GlBBERS]

Heh, heh. She said "Helicopter. "

[LAUGHS]

Here's the flight deck.

I wonder how Barney's making out.

-Hurry, Barney, or we'll miss the plane.

-I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying.

-Why is the flight deck way up here, pilot?.

-Well, it's a big airplane...

...so we use jet propulsion

to get airborne.

Jet propulsion?.

Yeah. You see, the plane is attached...

...to that launching device

at the edge of the cliff.

When the pilot is ready,

he gives the signal.

The launching crew releases the retaining

rope and the plane takes off.

Oh, my, what will they think of next?.

Come on, Wilma, let's get aboard.

MAN [OVER PA] :
Flight 70 for Paris

now boarding at Gate 5.

Fasten your seat belts, please,

we' re ready to take off.

-Got your seat belt fastened, honey?.

-Uh-huh.

-Ready for takeoff?.

-Roger.

Let her go.

I wish we were already there, Fred.

I feel a little nervous.

Oh, nonsense, honey. There isn't a safer

place in the world than right here.

Let him have it.

All right, who's the wise guy?.

Why don't you go see

how Betty and Barney are doing?.

Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Uh, pardon me, miss.

Uh, where are the last class passengers?.

-All the way back, sir.

FRED:
Thank you. Thank you.

-Be back in a minute, dear.

-All right, Fred.

Here he comes.

[HUMMlNG]

Now's our chance.

Second class.

Boy, they sure pack them in tight.

Third class.

Wow, a double-decker.

If it's this bad here,

last class must really be something.

Barney. Betty.

-Hello, Fred.

-Hi, neighbor.

You wanna take our seats for a while?.

-Thanks, but we'll be landing pretty soon.

-Okay. See you later.

-I'm all finished, Ali.

-Just in time, Bobo. Here he comes.

[GRUNTS]

How could it be?.

I sawed the hole right here.

[SNORlNG]

-Fred, look.

-Huh?. Huh?. What is it?.

-We're over Paris.

-Paris. Let me see. Let me see.

WlLMA:
There's the Eiffel Rock Tower.

Oh, what a beautiful city.

Fasten your seat belts, please.

We are about to land.

[lNAUDlBLE DlALOGUE]

All right, everybody, smile.

How about you, Wilma,

aren't you going to be in the picture?.

Oh, I will. As soon as I focus the camera

and set the timer.

Hmm. Ten seconds

should be enough. There.

All set.

She'd better hurry. Seven, six, five...

...four, three, two, one. She made it.

[BlRD PECKlNG]

[PANTlNG]

Oh, how I hate these mob shots.

How's this?.

-Oh, that's swell.

-Hey, it turned out great.

-Now let's take one of you, Fred.

FRED:
Okay.

And no corny poses, please.

How's this, Wilma?.

-He's alone.

-Now's our chance.

ALl:

All together. Push.

There she goes.

And here she comes.

[BOTH PANTlNG]

-We safe now.

-Right. Ha-ha-ha.

[ALl GRUMBLlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]

Be with you in a minute, Fred.

I have to load the camera.

Take your time, honey. Oops.

-I have to talk to you, Flintstone.

-Chief.

-What are you doing here in Paris?.

-There's been a change in plans.

The Green Goose has flown to Rome.

You'll have to go there immediately.

Rome?. I just arrived in Paris.

How will I explain it to Wilma?.

You'll think of something.

And how do I find the Green Goose

in Rome?.

-Triple X will help you.

-Triple X?. Who's he?.

Our top foreign agent.

A master of disguise.

I'll show you.

[WHlSTLlNG]

[BARKlNG]

-That's Triple X?.

-Mm-hm.

Meet Rock Slag, Trip.

Pleased to meet you, Slag.

Wow, that dog disguise is terrific.

Yes. I've got a million of them. Watch.

[AS DRACULA]

How do you do, Mr. Slag?.

Ha. Huh. Whoa.

Gee, that's a great Frankenrock.

Okay, Triple X, you can go now.

See you in Rome, Slag. Ta-ta.

Uh, ta-ta, Triple X.

[SQUAWKlNG]

Boy, he's good.

Fred, where are you?.

I'm ready to take your picture.

Hold it, Wilma, hold it.

How would you all like

some real genuine ltalian food?.

Hey, sounds like an elegant idea, pal.

-And I know an elegant place to get it.

-Where's that, Fred?.

-ltaly, where else?.

BETTY AND WlLMA:
ltaly?.

Sure. We'll grab a plane for Rome

and find a nice restaurant.

But all the way to ltaly

just to get an ltalian dinner?.

Hey, I guess we're lucky

he isn't in the mood for Chinese food.

[CHUCKLlNG]

Rome by moonlight.

-Ah, it's so beautiful. Isn't it, Fred?.

-Yeah.

You know something, Wilma?.

If we were here a long time ago...

...I'd be down there in that garden

serenading you.

-Really, Fred?.

-Uh-huh.

I'd be dressed in one of those

Romeo outfits...

...and I'd come leaping

over that garden wall....

-Wilmalita.

-Fredrico.

[lTALlAN MUSlC PLAYlNG]

[FRED CRASHES]

[lNAUDlBLE LAUGHTER]

[FRED CRASHES]

[FRED CRASHES]

[FRED CRASHES]

[FRED CRASHES]

Oh, Fred, you're so romantic.

Oh, I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds,

but your pizza's getting cold.

Pizza?. Oh, boy. Come on, Wilma.

I might as well face it.

Fred loves me all right...

...but his big love is food.

Hey, how about a nice bottle of wine

with our dinner?.

Oh, uh, waiter.

[SPEAKlNG PSEUDO lTALlAN]

Ooh, you speak ltalian?.

[FRED CHUCKLES]

[FRED SPEAKlNG

lTALlAN AND GERMAN]

[lN lTALlAN ACCENT]

How's about this bottle, signor?.

Yeah, sure, that bottle will be fine.

Did you read the label, signor?.

FRED [READlNG] :

Uh, "Follow me XXX. "

Never heard of that brand.

[lN NORMAL VOlCE]

No, no. It says, "Follow me. Triple X. "

I want to talk to you.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh.

Yeah, yeah. Well, I'll be glad to.

Uh, pardon me a minute.

I'll be right back.

Don't be long, dear.

-Slag.

-ls that you, Triple X?.

Boy, you're great at that disguise stuff.

What's up?.

-The chief wants to talk to you.

-The chief?. Here in Rome?.

-Where is he?.

-He's waiting in the kitchen.

Okay, I'll see what he wants.

CUSTOMER:
Hey, waiter.

How about some bread sticks?.

[lN lTALlAN ACCENT]

Okay, buddy, keep your shirt on.

Chief, you in here?.

There's a girl in this restaurant

asking for Rock Slag.

-Hey, that's me.

-Right.

And she's gonna tell you

where to pick up the Green Goose.

Great. How will I know her?.

You say:
50 flying firefighters...

-...and she'll answer: Boobala.

-"Boobala," huh?.

I'll go find her right away, chief.

-Uh, pardon me, madam.

-Yeah?.

Oh, Rock, my little cabbage.

I am so happy to see you again.

Uh, uh, 50 flighty firefighters.

Uh, 50, uh, fiery fighter-flies.

Oh, Rock, where have you been?.

You're supposed to answer "Boobala. "

Boobala?. You called me Boobala.

Oh, Rock.

[GlGGLES]

Rock?. Where are you?.

Rock?.

Mon cheri, Rock. I heard you were here.

-Ooh, I miss you so, so much.

-Uh, uh, uh....

By any chance, uh, do you know

about the 50 flighty fireflies?.

-Oh, Rock.

-Uh-oh.

Oh, my little cabbage. Where are you?.

-Oh. Excuse me.

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