The Man Called Flintstone Page #7

At least that's something.

Oh, boy. Payload

in an inter-planetary projectile. Oh.

What a way to go.

They say we all gotta go

sometime, Barn.

Too bad I'll never get the chance

to give Wilma this present.

Wow, Fred, where'd you get that?.

It must be worth millions.

Huh?.

No. No, it's only worth, uh.... Uh....

It's only worth 1 million.

Just think, Barney,

we'll be the richest guys in space.

A million?.

Slag?. Heh, heh.

I'll make a deal with you.

I'll swap you your lives for that necklace.

On your toes, Barn. It's a deal.

Hand it out.

FRED:

Here you are.

[GOOSE CRASHES AND YELLS]

GOOSE:

Ali. Bobo. Tanya. Help.

Let-- Let me out. No, no.

Let me out. Help!

Well, that's what always happens to

guys who want to take over the world.

Yeah, heh, heh. They end up out of it.

MAN:

Welcome home, Fred Flintstone.

[CROWD CHEERlNG]

And with great pride,

we, the citizens of Bedrock...

...present you with this medal.

[CROWD CHEERlNG]

MAN [ON RADlO] :
After a week

of parties, parades and speeches...

...public hero Fred Flintstone

has slipped away for a well-earned rest.

Only clue as to his whereabouts,

is a note saying, "Gone Fishing. "

-Ah, it feels so good to relax.

-Y eah.

It's been one parade after another.

My Fred, a big hero.

Oh, I'm so proud of you.

Oh, heh, heh. Forget the hero stuff.

Forget everything

that happened in Eurock.

From now on, I am just Fred Flintstone,

average citizen.

Besides, Barney deserves

as much credit as I do.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I deserve as much credit as Fred.

Well, now, wait a minute, Barn,

I was the one that....

[ALL LAUGHlNG]

Cut it out. Cut it out. Ha, ha.

Hey, hey. Come on, Fred, last one down

to the lake is a pickled pterodactyl.

[FRED YELLS HAPPlLY]

FRED:

Here I am, pal.

Rockello.

Hey, paisano.

Roberta. Mario. Gangway.

Go after him, quick.

-Wilma, help.

ROBERTA:
Rockello.

MARlO:

Hey, paisano, wait.

Rockello?.

[SPEAKlNG lN lTALlAN]

What's going on?.

I don't know, but I have a feeling...

...that Fred isn't going to forget

his trip to Eurock in a hurry.

Help! Help!

Somebody do something!

Rockello, come back.

MARlO:

Hey, come back, paisano.

FRED:

Help! Help!

ROBERTA:

Oh, we gonna get married.

MARlO:

And go on a nice honeymoon.

FRED:

Help! Help!

-Help.

ROBERTA:
Rockello.

FRED:

Help!

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