Flintstones' New Neighbors, The (1980)

[bunniefuu]

[intense music]

[thunder crashing]

[upbeat music]

But don't forget, Fred

tomorrow's the big

bowling league playoffs.

Hey, y-you think Wilma

will let you out of the house?

Listen, Barney,

a man's house is his castle

and I am king in my castle.

Yeah, I know. I heard Wilma

say she'd crown you

if you tried to sneak out.

[chuckling]

Very funny.

Hey, hey, look, Fred,

somebody's movin' a house.

Shee. Where do you suppose

they're movin' it to?

- The city dump?

- Could be.

(Barney)

'Oh, I never saw

such a spooky-lookin' house.'

[screeching]

Wow! Did you see that?

How'd you like to have

that next door to you?

There goes the neighborhood.

[theme song]

♪ Hey the Flintstones ♪

♪ Brand new Flintstones ♪

♪ Full of lots of fun

and mystery ♪

♪ Flintstones

all new Flintstones ♪

♪ With a special kind

of comedy ♪

♪ Hey there it's the same

old g*ng you know ♪

♪ Now they're in

a brand new kind of show ♪

[thunder rumbling]

snap snap snap

[chirping]

[growls]

[screeches]

[barking]

♪ And when the Flintstones

meet the Frankenstones ♪

♪ Have a yabba-dabba-doo time ♪

♪ A just for you time♪

♪ We'll have a great old time ♪

♪ Yeah a great old time ♪

[theme music]

Oh, here you are, Fred.

All the best.

Thanks, pal.

See you in the mornin'.

[Fred humming]

Wilma, I'm home!

What's for dinner?

No, Dino, no!

Down, boy, down!

Heel! Wilma!

thud

Fred, is that you?

Pebbles, have you seen daddy?

[babbling]

[chuckling]

[barking]

slurp

Wilma, I swear, one of these

days it's gonna be Dino or me.

[wailing]

Oh, cut it out, Dino.

I was only kiddin'.

slurp

Honest, Wilma,

vultures and bats.

And a dark rain cloud

over the roof.

They had to be takin' it

to the city dump.

chomp chomp chomp

Vultures and bats?

Who'd wanna live

in a house like that?

(Fred)

'Beats me. Well, whoever it is,

I wouldn't want to know them.'

[knock on door]

Hey, Fred. Open up! Open up!

Wilma, you poor dear.

I'm so sorry.

- About what?

- Yeah, what do you mean?

Oh, bad news, Fred.

Look out the window.

- Fred!

- No. Tell me it isn't true.

(Wilma)

'That looks like

the creepy house'

'you were tellin' me about.'

(Fred)

'They must have bought

the lot next door.'

- Who?

- 'Who?'

The creeps who'd live in

a creepy house like that.

- That's who.

- Oh, cheer up, Fred.

- It could have been worse.

- Huh? How?

They could've moved

next door to me.

[chuckling]

That's not funny, Barn.

You're in trouble too.

This whole block is in trouble.

Uh, why?

With a crummy house like that

in the neighborhood

you know what's gonna happen

to the value of your property?

- 'Uh, no.'

- Pfft!

Right down a drain. Pfft!

"Right down a drain?"

Look, the front door is opening.

[door creaks]

(Fred)

'Wow! What the heck is that?'

It looks like a milk bottle

with a note in it.

I know that! I mean the hand.

The giant, hairy hand.

Look, there it is again.

(Barney)

'Uh, y-yeah, yeah, it's pullin'

in the clothesline.'

(Wilma)

'A shirt with four sleeves?

I don't believe it.'

(Betty)

'Would you believe

a two-neck sweater?'

(Barney)

'Or a pair of pants

with four legs?'

Freaks! That's what's livin'

next door to us.

- Side-show freaks!

- 'Uh, you're lucky, Fred.'

'You won't have to pay

to see them.'

All you gotta do

is look out the window.

[laughing]

Keep that up, Barn,

and in about two seconds

you're goin' out the window.

Oh, I-I don't think

I'd like that, Fred.

My mind's made up, I'm gonna

do somethin' about this.

- Like what?

- 'Well, I don't know yet.'

But I'll think of somethin'.

(Barney)

'Either that or you could move.'

(Fred)

'Oh, no. Not Fred Flintstone.'

Nothing's gonna budge me

from this spot.

[laughing]

[screams]

[chuckling]

You can come up now, budge-y.

It's one of them vultures

from next door.

[chuckling]

(Wilma)

'I don't care

what you think, Fred.'

'We always pay a welcome call'

'to someone who moves

into the neighborhood.'

'And these people live

right next door.'

There's gotta be

a zone violation

about keepin' vultures for pets.

I'm gonna look in to that

first thing in the mornin'.

Come on, Fred, smile.

- Make them feel welcome.

- 'Ahh.'

I'm only comin' along to see

who lives in this spook joint.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

[screaming]

Uh, we're the Flintstones.

- Your next-door neighbors.

- Oh.

How nice of you to call!

Come in, come in.

(Wilma)

Thank you.

Please, Mr. Flintstone,

do come in.

Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Come on, Pebbles.

Oblivia, my dear,

our neighbors have come to call.

Oh, how delightful.

I'm making curtains

for the window.

Don't you just love them?

My dear,

these are the Flintstones.

Oh, what a charming family.

We're the Frankenstones.

Uh, we're Wilma, Fred

and Pebbles.

So nice to meet you, Pebbles.

- That's Pebbles.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me, Wilma.

- She's Wilma.

- 'Oh, dear.'

'I'm so terrible with names.'

Uh, here's a little gift

for the house.

(Oblivia)

'Oh, thank you.'

Please, folks,

won't you sit down?

Love to.

But we ain't stayin' long.

We adore this lovely

neighborhood, Mrs. Flintstone.

Yes, indeed.

It's so quiet and peaceful here.

And we intend to keep it that

way. Quiet and peaceful.

[eerie music on stereo]

[screams]

W-w-what's that?

Oh, it's our daughter.

Playing her favorite album.

"Cemetery Serenade."

- A lovely tune.

- Oh, Hidea.

Please turn off your stereo.

We have company.

Hidea, darling, these lovely

people live next door.

'Mrs. Flintstone and Pebbles.'

Hello, Hidea.

(Frank)

'And this is Mr. Flintstone.'

- How are you?

- How do you do, ma'am, sir?

'And how are you, Pebbles?'

[cooing]

[chuckling]

Oh, she's adorable.

(Oblivia)

'Mrs. Flintstone, is there

a good orthodontist in Bedrock?'

Why, yes.

We've got to do something

about Hidea's teeth.

'They're so straight and even.'

[wailing]

Mother, why must you talk about

it in front of strangers?

[wailing]

She's right, my dear.

You know how sensitive she is.

Frank, darling

shouldn't we offer our guests

some refreshments?

(Frank)

Oh, of course.

Oh, Rockell, will you please

serve some canapes?

[growling]

- Oh, what's that?

- Our maid.

She's such a gem.

[instrumental music]

(Frank)

'Oh. Rockell's

piece de resistance.'

'Sauteed scorpion

on a cr*cker.'

[hisses]

(Frank)

'Have a bite, Mr. Flintstone.'

Ow!

No thanks, I am not hungry.

[creaks]

(Frank)

'This is our son.

Frankenstub.'

Stubby,

say hello to Mrs. Flintstone.

- Hello.

- Hello, Stubby.

What're you doing

with that shovel?

Digging graves in the cellar.

Digging graves in-in-in

the, the, the cellar?

[chuckling]

Well, it keeps him

in the house, you know.

[instrumental music]

[barking]

[cooing]

- Oh, you have a dog?

- Yes.

Our octo-pup.

We call him Creepy.

[barking]

Oh, no. Down, boy, down.

Wilma! Help!

[chuckling]

Oh, my goodness.

You certainly have a way

with animals, Mr. Flintstone.

Indeed.

'Creepy isn't usually friendly

to strangers.'

[barking]

[kissing]

That's it, Wilma, we're leavin'.

[instrumental music]

Did you see the bolts

in this neck?

And how about that kid

diggin' graves in a cellar?

I'm tellin' you, Wilma--

Oh, look, Fred,

it's Betty and Barney.

- Hello, Wilma.

- Uh, hiya, Fred.

Uh, we were gonna

introduce ourselves

to your new neighbors.

Take my advice, Barn,

and turn back.

- That place is a nuthouse.

- 'Oh, no way, Fred.'

- We're dyin' to meet 'em.

- Dyin' to meet 'em, huh?

[scoffs]

Try thesauteed scorpion.

- Oh, Fred, give them a chance.

- No way.

They're gonna give this

neighborhood a bad reputation.

Fred, you're being ridiculous.

I said I was gonna do somethin',

and now I'm gonna do it.

[thunder crashing]

[tires screeching]

Step on it, Barn,

we'll be late for work.

Uh, mornin', Fred.

Well, another day,

another dollar, right?

Yeah, right.

[yawning]

Boy, that was some big yawn.

I got up an hour earlier

than usual.

(Fred)

I had a little chore to do.

Heh-heh-heh.

Uh, hey, Fred,

did you look at that?

Oh, that's awful.

Huh? What? Where? What?

What? Look at what?

Tha-tha-that sign, right there.

'"This way to the freak show."'

- Oh, yeah, I see it.

- Uh-h, stop the car, Fred.

'Let's pull it down.'

Oh, I-I can't stop now, Barn.

Mr. Slate will chew me out

if I'm late.

Gee, that's gonna embarrass

the Frankenstones.

Only a lame brain

would put up a sign like that.

I wouldn't say that.

The Frankenstones have got to

expect that sort of thing.

Why? They're nice folks.

They're not folks,

they're freaks!

Well, they may be kind of weird

but they're

very friendly people.

Uh, Betty and I like 'em a lot.

And all I can say

is you and Betty

ought to be more choosy

about who you like.

(Barney)

'Hey, hey, what's that smeared

on your finger?'

- 'Is that red paint?'

- 'Huh?'

Eh, no! No, no, no!

No, it's, uh, it's ink.

I, uh, I was writin' letters

this mornin'.

Fred, did you paint that sign?

'Me? There you go again

changin' the subject.'

We were talkin' about

the Frankenstones.

- And I said I like 'em.

- And I don't.

So you're gonna have to decide

who you're gonna

be friends with.

I don't like nobody to tell me

who to like and who not to like.

And I don't like people playin'

low-down tricks

on their neighbors.

So I'm choosin'

the Frankenstones.

Well, you can have 'em, and

don't ever speak to me again.

[coughing]

(Wilma)

'Fred, wake up.

It's Washingstone's birthday.'

[mumbles]

We're gonna be late

for our picnic with the Rubbles.

Forget it, Wilma, we're skippin'

the picnic this year.

- What?

- You heard me.

I have no intentions

of socializing

with those

weirdo-lovin' Rubbles.

'We'll have our picnic

in our own backyard.'

No way, Fred.

I wanna get away from the house.

I wanna go with the Rubbles

to Mount Rockliff

where there's clean,

fresh air.

Sorry, Wilma, but we're not

goin' to Mount Rockliff.

[wailing]

Well, you wanna explain

to Pebbles?

Ah, alright, we'll go, Pebbles.

[cooing]

[chuckling]

But we're goin' on

a picnic by ourselves.

No fraternizing with the enemy.

[instrumental music]

Good thing

we brought enough food.

The boys will be hungry

after their game.

I'm hungry now!

Uh, play ball.

Here it comes, Stubby

right over the plate.

That's some long-laid picnic

they're having, Fred.

Yeah, but who are they

having it with?

[scoffs]

The Frankenstones.

- Ready?

- Ready, dad.

thud thud thud

[barking]

screech

[applauding]

Nice catch.

Yeah, way to go,

Creepy pup.

Hah! Baseball.

That's their idea of fun.

Yeah, too bad they're not

enjoying themselves like us.

You're a barrel of laughs.

Well, I'm enjoyin' myself.

Here, pass me the custard.

Oh, dear. A foul ball.

(Barney)

'Hey, hey, hey, Fred.

Watch out.'

splash

[laughing]

Oh, Fred,

you look so ridiculous.

[laughing]

Oh, sorry about that, Fred,

it was an accident.

Oh, yeah?

You wanna see an accident?

I'll show you a real accident.

- 'Barney didn't do it, Fred.'

- Don't tell me that.

He's been waitin'

for a chance to pull

somethin' like this on me.

Fred, now you are being

ridiculous.

(Frank)

'I assure you, Mr. Flintstone'

'it was

an accidental foul ball.'

(Fred)

'Huh! Accidental on purpose.'

Frankenstone,

you movin' in was an accident.

An accident

for the whole neighborhood.

- Fred, stop it.

- I won't stop it.

(Wilma)

'Please, don't take him

seriously, Mr. Frankenstone.'

'When Fred gets upset'

'he says things

he's sorry for later.'

Bamm-Bamm!

Bamm-Bamm! Bamm-Bamm!

- What is it, Bamm-Bamm?

- Bamm-Bamm!

Oh, my gosh. My baby.

[instrumental music]

Whoo!

[chuckling]

(Wilma)

'Oh, my goodness.'

(Fred)

'She landed

in that pterodactyl's nest.'

(Betty)

Thank goodness.

It broke her fall.

Fred, we've got to get her

out of there.

I know, I know, but how?

(Frank)

'I have an idea.'

- Hurry, we'll take my car.

- Okay, okay.

[instrumental music]

Wait, Fred. Wait for us.

(Betty)

'Too late.

We'll have to run down.'

[cooing]

[squawking]

[cooing]

[squawking]

[chuckling]

[squawking]

We'll form a human ladder.

- First you, Mr. Rubbles.

- I'm with you.

Alley-oop!

Now, you climb on to his

shoulders, Mr. Flintstone.

- Huh?

- Creepy, help him.

[barking]

Thanks, Creepy.

I can't reach her,

she's too high.

How's that?

[grunts]

Still not enough.

I gotta get higher.

Dada.

Yeah, honey, it's daddy.

Don't worry,

I'll get you down.

[squawking]

Fred, the mother pterodactyl

is coming back to her nest.

- 'Watch out!'

- The mother?

- Oh, no.

- Don't move.

Maybe she won't notice us.

E-everybody, freeze.

Pebbles, baby,

sit still, don't move.

[squawking]

[sighs]

[chuckling]

[cooing]

Dada. Dada. Dada.

Oh, boy.

Whoa! Oh.

- Oh, help!

- Me too!

[chuckling]

The mother bird thinks

Pebbles is one of her chicks.

Now what will we do?

[squawking]

We've got to lure her away

from her nest.

Long enough for us

to get Pebbles down.

- But how?

- H-hey, Fred, I know how.

H-h-hey, Mrs. Dactyl?

Look what I got.

Up here, chicky, chicky, chicky.

'Here, chicky, chicky, chicky.'

[squawking]

Squawk, squawk, squawk.

Squawk, squawk, squawk.

[squawking]

- She's following him.

- Good ol' Barn. What a guy!

We've got to work fast,

Mr. Flintstone.

- Wait here.

- Alright.

We're comin', Pebbles,

just sit tight.

Eh? What are you doin'?

You just get Pebbles.

- I'll take care of the rest.

- Good thinkin'.

(Wilma)

'Fred, be careful.'

Don't worry, he's in good hands.

[squawking]

Hiya, Mr. Rubble.

Hey, uh, what're you kids

doin' in here?

We're hiding from

that nasty pterodactyl.

Uh, well, keep hidin'.

Here she comes.

'I-I'll try to lose her

in that tunnel.'

Hey, kids.

I think we lost her.

Hey, hey, hey.

Cut that out. S-stop it.

Choo! Choo! G-go away! He-hey!

Dada. Oh, Dada.

Easy, Pebbles, here comes daddy.

Gotcha.

[squawking]

[squawking]

Oh, Pebbles, darling,

you're safe.

[chuckling]

Yeah, my little Pebbles.

[squawking]

(Fred)

'It's the ma bird again.'

Oh, dear, she thinks

Pebbles is her baby

and that we're stealing her.

We gotta get out of here.

Quick, hop in.

- Hurry, Frank.

- I'm hurrying, Oblivia.

[squawking]

Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!

[screaming]

[screeches]

I'm glad you're all here

in my house

'cause I got somethin' to say.

Oh, like what, Fred?

Well, Barney,

first, I wanna take back

all the dumb things

I said about you.

Oh, shucks, Fred,

you don't have to.

Barn, anyone who'd risk his life

for my little Pebbles

is a true-blue pal.

And, Mr. Frankenstone,

please accept my apology.

For what, Mr. Flintstone?

For the way I behaved.

For my stupidness.

Fred, I wouldn't call it

stupidness.

No? What would you call it?

Stupidity.

[chuckling]

Yeah, my stupidity.

If anyone acted stupid,

it was me.

I'm sorry, I apologize.

Really, Mr. Flintstone,

it isn't necessary.

And please, call me Fred.

And call me Frank.

And call me Barney.

[chuckling]

[screeching]

Ah! What's happening?

(Fred)

'I don't know.

Maybe it's an earthquake.'

It's the mama pterodactyl.

(Fred)

'What's the matter with her?

Why is she so mad?'

What did you do with the egg,

Mr. Rubble?

(Barney)

'Eh, it's in the car.'

[cawing]

thud

Look,

she came here for her baby.

(Betty)

'And she's taking her home.'

(Fred)

'Home, what a nice place to be.'

My beautiful wife and child,

my great old pals, the Rubbles

and for my wonderful new

neighbors, the Frankenstones

all I can say is

yabba-dabba-doo!

Ya-ba da-ba doo?

I like that.

[theme music]