The Man Called Flintstone Page #5

could take a lesson from them.

What'll we do now, Fred,

some sightseeing?.

-Fred, do you hear me?.

-What?.

Oh. Uh, yeah, yeah. Good idea.

You, uh, go ahead and enjoy yourselves.

But aren't you coming with us?.

No, I got some unfinished business

to take care of.

So long, honey. See you later.

My, he's acting strange.

I wonder what's wrong.

I knew you'd change your mind,

Flintstone. You're A-okay.

-Are you sure this is the right girl?.

-Absolutely.

You're having lunch with her

at Papa Piccolo's Pizza Palace.

Here we are, Flintstone. Let's go inside.

There she is.

Tanya, the girl who will lead us

to the Green Goose's hideout.

[FRED PURRS]

FRED:

She's a doll.

Your job will be simpler

than we thought, Flintstone.

Rock Slag has recovered

and will be here within an hour.

All you have to do

is keep Tanya here until he arrives.

-Think you can do it?.

-Heh, heh. It'll be a cinch.

-I'll order everything on the menu.

-Wait. I want you to wear this recorder.

FRED:

Recorder?.

BOULDER:
Yes, we want to take down

everything Tanya says.

I'm glad I had my beak sharpened.

Tanya may be a real yakker.

This flower is the microphone.

And remember, keep her talking

until the real Rock Slag takes over.

Got you, chief.

BETTY:
Ooh, how exciting,

the famous Papa Piccolo's Pizza Palace.

Hey, uh, let's go in

and have some lunch.

Poor Fred, it's a shame he isn't here.

Fifty flying firefighters.

Mm. Boobala.

Heh, heh. Hello, Tanya.

Rock Slag, at last we meet.

Uh, may I sit down?.

Is that wise?. We should leave at once.

Oh, plenty of time.

Let's have a little talk first...

...about, uh, you know who.

Oh, the Green Goose,

he is a terrible man.

Do you know he has a secret weapon

more powerful than any?.

A little louder, please,

and, uh, speak into the flower.

Ha, ha. How cute.

I will wear it in my hair.

No, no.

Allow me to get you a fresh flower.

I'll be right back. Toodle-loo.

-Fred.

-Wilma.

-What are you doing here?.

-And who are you waving at?.

Waving?. Who's waving?.

Oh, that. Heh, heh, heh.

Just a loose wrist.

I thought you had some

unfinished business to take care of.

Well, I do. That is, I finished...

...and l, uh-- I took a chance

you might be here...

...so, uh, heh, heh, here I am.

Oh, how nice.

-Well, sit down, Fred.

-Uh, yeah. Ha-ha-ha. Join the party.

Huh?. Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, will you excuse me a minute?.

It's kind of drafty in here.

I'll go close a window.

-Sorry, I couldn't find a flower.

-Oh, that's all right.

It's kind of drafty in here.

I'll go close a window. Excuse me.

What took you so long, dear?.

I was stuck.

I mean, the window was stuck. Heh.

-Well, shall we order?.

-Yeah, good idea.

Uh-oh.

Excuse me.

-Tanya, what are you doing?.

-Getting my wrap. We must leave.

Look, uh, the orchestra is getting ready

to play. Let's dance.

Well, maybe just one.

[BAND PLAYlNG

CLASSlCAL lT ALlAN MUSlC]

I'd sure like to dance.

I wonder where Fred is.

Uh-oh.

What are you doing, Rock?.

In this business you can't be too careful.

[BAND PLAYlNG UPBEAT JAZZ MUSlC]

It's Fred.

I didn't know you wanted to dance,

honey.

Wilma?.

Uh-oh.

Oh, you dance divinely, darling.

So do you, dear.

-Dear?.

-Darling?.

Come on, Tiger, let's get out of here.

Tiger?. So that's it.

That's your unfinished business.

Look, Wilma, I can explain everything.

I wish you would.

I've been going crazy down there

trying to record it.

There's nothing to explain.

It's all very obvious.

Wilma, please, won't you listen?.

I'm going home, Tiger.

BOULDER:

Hey, Flintstone.

Rock Slag's cab is arriving.

Go get Tanya. You can switch

with Slag in the lobby. Hurry.

WlLMA:
Taxi.

-Allow me, madam.

Don't you get smart with me,

Fred Flintstone.

So we see you

in your true colors, you playboy.

How could you do that

to the mother of your child?.

Consider our friendship ended.

You playboy.

Rock. No, no, not again.

You powder your nose, T anya,

I'll wait for you in the lobby.

-All right.

-All set, chief. Where's Rock?.

-Right there.

-What happened?.

He must have had a relapse.

-Look.

-Rock Slag.

Quick, upstairs.

Looks like you're going to have to

carry the ball a little longer.

Me?. I gotta go home

and square myself with Wilma.

No time for that now.

I just got this message. Listen:

"Green Goose secret weapon

is giant inter-rockinental missile.

Our anti-missile missile

is not operational yet. "

So you see, it's up to us

to stop the Green Goose.

Us?. What do you mean, us?.

You go with T anya

to the Green Goose's hideout.

I'll phone Triple X

and we'll follow right behind you.

Now, just a minute,

that wasn't the deal.

I'm ready, Rock. Let's go.

But-- But-- But-- Oh, boy.

Hello, operator?. Hello?. Hello?.

Hello, operator, are you there?.

[CHANDELlER CRASHES]

[LAUGHlNG]

-Right on target, Bobo.

-Thanks, Ali. Ha, ha.

Now we get Rock Slag.

No time. First we must

take message to Green Goose.

Good idea, Ali.

Green Goose will be proud of us.

[BOBO LAUGHlNG]

Here we are, Rock.

The Green Goose's secret headquarters.

An abandoned amusement park.

Pretty clever.

[WHlSPERlNG]

Okay, Rock.

-Now what?.

-Follow me.

[WHlSPERlNG]

Follow me, chief, wherever you are.

Why do you keep looking behind you?.

Oh, I just wanted to make sure

we're being followed.

I mean, that we're not being followed.

Heh. Heh, heh.

The Green Goose is in there.

I'll go in first and get behind him.

Then when you come in,

I will drop this rope over him.

Count to five before you break in.

Okay.

One, two, three, four, five.

Let's go, chief, we're moving in.

All right, Goose, you're cooked.

Ah, Mr. Slag, nice of you to drop in.

Shall I tie him up?.

GOOSE:

That won't be necessary.

Ferocious wouldn't like it

if Mr. Slag tried to leave.

Would you, Ferocious?.

[GROWLS]

Hey, what is this?.

What's going on, Tanya?.

My dear Rock, the Green Goose

needs some information...

...so we set up this little trap for you.

Surprised?.

FRED:

Oh, a double-cross, huh?.

Well, now I have a surprise for you.

Okay, chief, come in.

-Oh, uh, there you are.

-Barney.

Y eah, Barney. I followed you here...

...and I'm not leaving

until I get some information.

Exactly what I was saying.

Hey, who are you, buster?.

And why are you wearing this--?.

[GROWLS]

Uh, ahem, look, Goose...

...this guy's just a friend of mine.

why don't you let him go?.

Oh, come now, Mr. Slag,

you know that's impossible.

-Mr. Slag?. Who's that?.

-That's me. I'll explain later.

Slag, I know your government has been

working on an anti-missile missile.

I want to know

if they have completed it.

I don't know anything about it.

I'd advise you to cooperate.

I'd hate to resort

to using unpleasant methods.

[GROWLS]

Unpleasant methods?.

Hey, what's going on?.

This guy is a master criminal...

...and I'm helping

the government capture him.

But don't worry,

our agents will bust in any minute.

You don't scare me, Goose.

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