The Man Called Flintstone Page #4

-It's all right.

-Shall we dance?.

-Dance, darling?.

Oh, boy.

-Where were you, Fred?.

-I was just over the-- Uh-oh.

Rock, baby, where are you?. Y oo-hoo!

What are you doing

under the table, Fred?.

I'm, uh, just tying my shoe.

-You're not wearing any, Fred.

-Uh, uh, yeah, yeah.

Now, why don't we all go dancing

or something?.

I'm too tired, Fred.

I think Barney and I will call it a night.

See you in the morning, Wilma.

-Good night, Betty.

-Night, you two.

I'm not tired, Fred.

I'd love to go dancing.

You just made yourself a date, honey.

We'll find ourselves a good nightclub

and a great band, and whoop it up.

WlLMA:

Oh, sounds like fun.

BOULDER:

Shh. It's me.

-How did you make out, Flintstone?.

-You gave me a bum steer, chief.

Nobody called me Boobala.

Hmm. There's another girl in the garden.

She may be the right one.

Okay, I'll go talk to her.

But first, I gotta keep Wilma busy.

Will we be staying out late, Fred?.

Uh, yeah. Why don't you put Pebbles in

with Betty and Barney?.

And, uh, while you're doing that,

I'll phone ahead and reserve a table.

All right. I'll wait for you upstairs.

Be with you in five minutes, honey,

not a second longer.

-Three, please.

-Yes, ma'am. Take her up, George.

Whoa, Matilda. Third floor.

Isn't that sweet?.

Pebbles is so tired she doesn't

even know you moved her.

Thanks, Betty.

I'll pick Pebbles up in the morning.

[SlNGlNG "TlCKLE TODDLE"]

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[SlNGlNG]

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[PEBBLES SlNGlNG]

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I wonder where that girl is.

-Yoo-hoo, it's me.

WOMAN:
Rockello.

Oh, darling.

[SPEAKlNG lTALlAN]

Uh, wait. Wait.

Uh, 50 flittering fliter-flies.

FRED:

Uh, 50 flighty flitty-floos. Fl--

I give up.

-Anyway, you know why I'm here.

-Oh, yes, my darling. I know.

My brother Mario,

he's come here for the wedding.

How nice. Whose wedding?.

-Ours.

-Well, I hope you'll be very happy.

Ours?.

-Let's go.

-Where?.

T o get the license.

Uh, oh, heh, heh. Sure.

After you, my dear.

[LAUGHlNG]

Oh, we'll be so happy, Rockello.

Rockello?.

Mario, Rockello, he's gone.

Have you found him yet, Mario?.

Not yet, little sister. Aha!

Stop. Stop.

This way, Roberta.

This is far enough, driver.

[DRlVER SPEAKlNG lN FRENCH]

Hey, taxi.

Taxi.

Uh, let's see, Paris to Rome....

That will be 1 million francs, monsieur.

BOBO:

How much?.

How about for free, oui?

Hey, taxi, wait for me.

All right, cabbie, beat it.

Wait. Hold that cab.

Wait.

[PANTlNG]

Gentlemen, please help me

get out of here.

There's a couple after me

who think I'm somebody else.

It's Rock Slag.

Oh-ho-ho. He doesn't recognize us.

Must have took

too many knocks on the head.

Sure, mister, we'll help you.

Yeah, yeah. We'll hide you, permanently.

[ALl LAUGHlNG]

I sure appreciate this, fellas.

WOMAN:
Rockello.

-Blast off, fellas, quick.

Darling.

Don't worry, we follow.

Here they come,

and they're gaining on us.

Faster, Mario, faster.

We'll lose them on the steps. Hang on.

No good, they're still coming.

I make a fast left up the next alley.

Here's one.

FRED:

Hey, fellas. Wait.

Oh, boy, I can't stop this thing. Uh-oh.

A tour of Rome would be great...

...but this is ridiculous.

Help!

Rockello.

Here she comes.

Oh, brother, what a spot to be in.

Don't stop, he must be on that train.

They're gone.

Now to get back to the hotel.

Oh, no. Rome, 50 miles?.

And I told Wilma

I'd be back in five minutes.

Oh, boy. Six o'clock in the morning.

How will I ever explain this to Wilma?.

Hey, bud.

Who, me?.

Yeah, you.

Wanna buy some genuine

ltalian leopard-skin ties?.

No, thanks, I have a tie.

Shaving lotion?. Nail clippers?.

Hubcaps?. Fountain pens?.

A gold watch?.

I don't need anything.

Then how about something

for the little lady?.

Like a genuine

imitation diamond necklace, maybe?.

A diamond necklace?.

Are you sure it's a real genuine

imitation diamond necklace?.

I guarantee it.

Wow.

How much?.

Would you consider

a dollar and a quarter?.

Seventy-five cents?.

It's yours for two bits, bud.

I don't know if this will square me

with Wilma but it's worth a try.

She'll probably throw a lamp at me

the minute I walk in...

...but here goes.

Wilma, look. Surprise.

I spent all night shopping for it.

Well, what do you know?. She's asleep.

[TlCKlNG]

[ALARM RlNGlNG]

-Fred?.

-Morning, Wilma.

One-two, one-two, one-two.

[STAMMERlNG]

What--?. Where--?. What time is it, Fred?.

Seven o'clock in the morning, dear.

Seven o'clock?. Oh, no, I slept all night.

Why didn't you wake me?.

Oh, you looked so comfortable

I didn't have the heart to, sweetheart.

Oh, Fred, I ruined your whole evening.

I feel terrible.

Perfectly all right, honey.

Think nothing of it.

Oh, you're so wonderful. Mm.

I'll fix some breakfast

while you get dressed.

Okay, sweetheart.

Boy, that was close.

This spy job is too much for me.

I gotta find the chief and quit.

Look, Fred, there's a park

across the street.

Let's take the children there

after breakfast.

Good idea.

I'll tell Barney and Betty about it.

I'll be right back, Wilma.

Now to find Triple X.

He can take me to the chief.

What luck. Here he comes.

I was just looking for you, Triple X.

I gotta see the chief. Very important.

[YELLS]

Triple X is such a master of disguise,

he could be anyone.

Excuse me, sonny.

Even an old lady.

Triple X, right?.

Fresh.

[BABY CRYlNG]

Hey, Trip.

Take me to the chief, will you?.

[CRYlNG]

Well, he's not up here.

I'll take the elevator down to the lobby.

-Flintstone.

-Chief.

How did you find

my secret headquarters?.

Secret?. In an elevator?.

-Get in here, quick.

-Okay, okay.

-I wanna talk to you, chief.

-Hold it, Flintstone.

-This room may be bugged.

-Bugged?.

Nothing there.

Chief, I'm quitting this job right now.

You can't quit, not before you pick up

the Green Goose.

Oh, anybody can pick up a bird.

-You don't need me for that.

-Quiet.

[BEEPlNG]

How about that?.

They have my bed bugged.

All right, Flintstone,

I see I'm going to have to level with you.

-What do you mean?.

-I mean the Green Goose is not a bird.

He's a master criminal

who plans to take over the world.

Well, why don't you arrest him?.

No one knows who he is

or what he looks like.

But you can find out.

Me?. How?.

Through a girl named Tanya

who thinks you're Rock Slag.

The minute she identifies

the Green Goose...

...I'll grab him, and your job is done.

-How about it, Flintstone?.

-Nothing doing. Too dangerous.

I got a family to think of,

Pebbles' future.

If we don't stop the Green Goose,

Pebbles won't have a future.

Sorry, chief.

You'll have to get somebody else.

Oh, look at those children, Fred.

They're having the time of their lives.

BARNEY:

Heh, heh, heh. Why not?.

They got nothing to worry about.

Right, Fred?.

Huh?.

BARNEY:
I said those kids

got nothing to worry about.

Oh, yeah. Y eah.

I wonder.

Isn't it wonderful

the way kids get along together?.

Y eah. Ha, ha. We adults

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