Flintstones, The: Jogging Fever (1981)

[bunniefuu]

[serene music]

[alarm clocks ringing]

[upbeat music]

[squawks]

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

- Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

- Good morning, Mr. Rubble.

Oh. Hiya, Mr. Frankenstone.

Eh, nice day for a jog, huh?

Oh, yes, really gets

the creak out of the old joints.

[Creepy barking]

Stop that, Creepy.

Heel, heel.

- Yikes!

- No, no.

My heel.

[Frankenstone laughs]

That's a good octo-pup.

He just started

obedience school.

Well, this is where

I turn off, Frank.

Right-O. Happy jogging.

Hm. Great breakfast, Wilma.

Any more toast?

Coming right up, dear.

Oh, look, here comes

Barney jogging again.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

That Barney. He falls

for every fad that comes along.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

[laughs]

Forget it, Pebbles.

The only good thing

about joggin' is when you stop.

chomp chomp chomp

I don't know, Fred

but I think Barney's in better

shape than I've ever seen him.

Oh, yeah?

So what's wrong with this shape?

Oh, it's fine, dear.

A little flabby, but fine.

Flabby? Are you kiddin'?

Watch this, Wilma Flintstone.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Alright, Mr. Muscles

so you think

you're so physically fit, huh?

Uh, well, I, I didn't say--

Yeah, well, I bet

you can't do this, smart guy.

- But, Fred..

- Flabby? I'll show you flabby.

Now, would you to stop joggin'

when I'm talkin' to ya?

Now, how about this? Huh? Huh?

Fred, you just ate!

And let's see ya...top this.

Hey, that's great, Fred

but I gotta keep movin'

or I'll stiffen up.

I'll-I'll see you.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Now, would you come inside and

tell me what that was all about?

- 'I can't.'

- Why not?

Somethin' pulled

and I can't move.

Oh, Fred,

I should've stopped you.

[Fred groaning]

(Wilma)

You're not getting

any younger, you know?

Baloney! I'm the same

as the day we met.

Fred, the day we met, I was

working in a doctor's office

and you were carried in

with a bad back.

See, what'd I tell ya?

Ooh. Easy, easy.

Ooh! Ah! Ouch!

[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]

[screeching]

[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]

Here you are, Fred.

Right on time for work.

Ouch! Ooh! Aah!

[groans]

Thanks for the lift, Barn.

Oh, don't mention it.

I figure somebody will do

the same for me when I get old.

[laughs]

Very funny. Ohh!

[groaning]

Oh, hi, Fred.

- Hello, Fred.

- How you doin', pal?

So anyway, I got my joggin'

up to four miles now.

Yeah, I'm joggin' five,

and I never felt better.

Say, how about that

ball game last night, huh?

Those Bedrock Buns

really came through.

Sorry, Fred, I missed the game.

I was out for my evening jog.

Let me tell you guys about

this new joggin' camp I found.

Will you guys knock it off

with your stupid joggin'?

Anybody who jogs

has blisters on the brain.

What?

[nervous chuckle]

Not you, Mr. Slate.

[nervous chuckle]

Huh!

[laughs]

You were sayin', Fred? Ha ha ha.

[groaning]

[all laughing]

[groaning]

Gee, you're puttin' on weight.

Can you knock it off?

[snickering]

[squawks]

[horn blows]

Hey, lunch already?

[groaning]

[sighs]

I hope he goes easy

on the dessert.

What's up, Mac?

It's the annual

company physical.

Huh. They're wastin'

their time with me.

I am in peak condition.

Yeah.

I thought you looked peaked.

(male #1)

'Move it in.'

Okay. Let's see

how your blood pressure's doin'.

Be my guest.

[rapid heartbeat]

Oh, boy, this guy is an accident

lookin' for a place to happen.

One hundred and fifty-two

pounds. Next.

thud

Oh, boy.

The results of the annual

employees' physical are in

and I congratulate you all

on your fine fitness scores.

[clears throat]

Uh, Flintstone,

can you step into my office?

Why, certainly, Mr. Slate.

Flintstone, your score

was a disgrace to the quarry.

And unless you shape up,

you're going to be shipping out.

(Slate)

'If I were you,

I'd start jogging'

'first thing in the morning.'

(Fred)

'First thing in the mornin'?'

- 'But, but, but, but--'

- No but, but, but, buts.

- Now, back to work.

- Yes, sir.

So we're finally gonna see you

joggin', huh, Flintstone?

No, you won't see me.

I'll be movin' too fast.

Come on, Flintstone,

next time you'll be tellin' us

you're enterin'

the Rockstone Marathon.

I'm not only gonna enter

that marathon, I'm gonna win.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

thud

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

My advice is,

forget the whole thing, Fred.

Nobody from Bedrock ever entered

the Rockstone Marathon.

Besides, it's only a week away.

Barney, my mind's made up.

Anyway, all I have to do

to run a dumb marathon

is stick one foot

in front of the other.

Trouble is, you've already stuck

both feet in your mouth.

[laughs]

How would you like it

in your mouth?

[Barney laughing]

I need a trainer.

Are you with me?

Oh, well, sure, Fred, but, uh--

No buts. We start trainin'

at sunrise tomorrow.

Now, don't be late.

[serene music]

[Fred snoring]

Here I am, Fred.

Bright and early,

just like you said.

Wake up, Fred. Barney's here.

Fred!

[snoring]

It's no use.

We'll never get him up.

Uh, don't worry, Wilma.

I'll have him on his feet

in no time.

Attaboy, good.

Now, jump, jump, jiggety-jump.

[instrumental music]

Uh, see you later, Wilma.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Hey, you're lookin' good, Fred,

real good.

Fred?

Yikes!

splash

Fred! Stop!

[dramatic music]

[growls]

splash

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.

Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Fred, what's going on?

[mumbles]

Oh, I just had a horrible dream

about goin' joggin'.

That was no dream.

It was a nightmare.

Look at you. You're both a mess.

What happened?

I don't know,

but it's not gonna happen again.

I'm through with train'.

I'm callin' it quits.

- You can't quit, Fred.

- Oh, I can't, huh?

Give me one good reason why not.

Because I already

mailed in your entry.

You what?

[knock on door]

Ooh! TV! TV!

Hi, we're here

to interview Fred Flintstone.

Bedrock's first entrant in

the famous Rockstone Marathon.

Uh, ah..

I-I'm afraid you're a few

minutes too late. He, uh, just--

Ah, there he is!

Mr. Flintstone, you, sir, are

a man of fortitude and courage.

An inspiration to hundreds

of Bedrock youngsters

watching right now.

- I-I am?

- 'You bet.'

And all your fans

would love to see you in action

'doing some roadwork.'

Well, I, I can't let

my fans down, can I?

(Fred)

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

That was the shortest retirement

in sports history.

Yeah, I'll say.

And there you see him,

ladies and gentlemen

Bedrock's hope for victory.

Sure the light's right?

It sets off my profile,

you know.

[groaning]

Look at that grace.

He's truly poetry in motion,

eh, folks?

Here they come. And Fred's

runnin' faster than ever.

I never knew

he had so much energy.

(male #2)

'Look at him turn on the speed

with his race-winning kick!'

fizz

[groaning]

thud

[barks]

Down, Dino, down.

Fred, are you alright?

Oh, Wilma, the only part of me

that doesn't ache is my head.

- Ouch!

- Ah, there you are, Flintstone.

- Oh, Mr. Slate?

- Good boy.

Doing a few sit-ups, eh?

Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah.

Si-si-sit-ups.

And gotta keep in shape,

you know?

We all saw you on TV, Flintstone

and I rushed over to tell you

how proud we are.

Well, I'm so glad you did.

Yes, sir,

we're behind you all the way.

And I know

you won't let us down.

See you at work, my boy.

[gulps]

Now what am I going to do?

There's only one thing

to do, Fred.

- What? What?

- Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

[laughs]

[groaning]

[instrumental music]

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

[chuckling]

[all cheering]

[crowd cheering]

[snoring]

(Slate)'Flintstone, my boy,you're a credit to the quarry.'

And since this is the last day

before the marathon

I've decided to give you

the whole day off.

Oh, Mr. Slate,

that's the best news I--

Yes, sir, Flintstone

'now you can train

all day long.'

- But, but, but--

- 'No, no, don't thank me.'

It's the least I can do

for the next winner

of the Rockstone Marathon.

Now, jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

'Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.'

Wilma..

[instrumental music]

Gosh, Wilma,

I'm having so much fun.

And the food's delicious.

Yes. Too bad

Fred has to eat and run.

- Go get 'em, Flintstone!

- Tear 'em up, champ.

Glad you liked my suggestion,

Flintstone.

Training right on the plane.

Oh, sure. A great idea. Bleh.

When you blaze across

the finish line and win

it'll all be worth it.

In fact, we've written a song

in your honor.

Hit it, boys.

[instrumental music]

♪ Hurray Fred Flintstone ♪

♪ He's our champ ♪

♪ Unless of course

he gets a cramp ♪

♪ He's gonna jog jog

all the way ♪

♪ Tomorrow's gonna be

Fred Flintstone day ♪

Music and lyrics

by Mr. Slate. Boss.

(man on PA)

'Flight FD-3

from Bedrock now landing.'

(Barney)

'Here he is, folks.'

'The Stoneage Stallion himself.'

Cool it, Barney. Cool it.

I, I-I was sayin'

it's cool here.

[laughs]

It's perfect for runnin'.

And for winnin'.

This message sponsored by the

Slatestone and Gravel Company.

♪ Hurray Fred Flintstone ♪

♪ He's our champ ♪

♪ Unless of course

he gets a cramp ♪

♪ He's gonna jog jog

all the way ♪

♪ Tomorrow's gonna be

Fred Flintstone day ♪

[instrumental music]

Fred, are you here?

(Fred)

'I'm in the bedroom.'

Fred, why is the door locked?

'Because I am not comin' out.

Now or ever.'

'I can't go through

with this, Wilma.'

But, Fred, what are you going

to tell all your friends?

You tell 'em whatever you want.

I have had it.

Dear, I know you're tired

and nervous.

So, why don't you just

try to get some sleep

and see how you feel about it

when you wake up, okay?

I'll try to get some sleep, but

it's not gonna change my mind.

- Shh.

- Shh.

"Get some sleep." Huh.

I'm too upset to sleep.

[instrumental music]

- Pebbles.

- Hi, daddy.

- Had a nice rest?

- Eh, Pebbles, you can talk.

I can run too.

And that's why I'm entering

the Rockstone Marathon

in your place.

You? In a marathon?

I have to.

A Flintstone

gave his word he'd run

so a Flintstone's gonna run.

'The Flintstones

aren't quitters.'

But-but-but..

Don't worry, daddy,

you'll be proud of me.

'I won't let the family down.'

Wait, Pebbles!

Come back! Come back!

Don't wait up for me, Wilma.

I have a lot of roadwork

to do tonight.

- Roadwork?

- Yup.

There's not much time left

until tomorrow's race.

But, Fred, I thought you weren't

gonna run in the race.

Are you kiddin'?

The Flintstones aren't quitters.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

[sighs]

Pebbles, sometimes I just

don't understand that man.

I do.

[stammering]

W-what did you say?

[Pebbles cooing]

A-goo!

[chuckles]

Oh, that-that-that's

what I thought you said.

[chuckling]

(male announcer)

'Ladies and gentlemen,

the big day is finally here.'

The Rockstone Marathon

is only minutes from starting

and we have entrants

from all over.

'Plus, a newcomer from Bedrock'

'who's brought along

a tremendous following.'

(all)

Hurray for Fred Flintstone!

(male announcer)

'And now,

on your marks, get set..'

fff fff fff

'Go!'

Fred! Fred!

Don't bother me, Barn.

I'm pacin' myself.

Yeah, but the race

went that way.

Huh?

screech

Oh, well, don't you think

I know that, Barn?

I was just warmin' up.

[cheering]

(male announcer)

'And Flintstone

is all showboat.'

'Giving the other contestants

a big head start.'

'And now the runners are

approaching Heartbreak Hill.'

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

Jog, jog, jiggety-jog.

[instrumental music]

There's Fred.

Oh, Betty, he looks so tired.

Tired?

He's a one-man energy cris.

Hang in there, Fred.

Pretty soon

you'll get your second win.

'Yeah, and it'll be easier.'

Hey, Barn, you're right

about that second win.

Boy, do I feel light on my feet.

[pops]

[crunching]

[crunching]

[mammoths trumpeting]

(male announcer)

'The front runner

should be approaching'

'the stadium any moment now.'

And the frontest runner of all

is gonna be our Freddy boy.

Oh, h*, h*.

Betty, I'm so excited.

Me too.

This is Bedrock's big moment.

(male announcer)

'Here comes the leader.'

[cheering]

- Yay, Fred.

- Yay, Fred.

- Come on, Freddy!

- Go, Flintstone, go!

[cheering]

(male announcer)

'And the second place runner

is right behind him.'

Attaboy, Fred,

imagine second place

in his very first marathon.

Go, Flintstone, go!

[cheering]

Okay, so, Fred's third.

That's nothin' to be ashamed of.

It isn't?

(male announcer)

'Here comes the third place

finisher.'

[cheering]

Just where is Flintstone?

Mr. Slate, I sure wish I knew.

[panting]

- How's it going, ace?

- It's goin', it's goin'.

[hooting]

[instrumental music]

[Fred mumbling]

Oh, h*, h*, h*, face it,

Flintstone.

You're a flop, a failure.

You let your wife

and all your friends down.

Maybe you ought to

just keep goin'

right out the other end

of the stadium

and never come back.

[cheering]

Huh? Who's that?

Wilma! Barney!

You waited for me.

Yeah. And Freddy boy,

you are the greatest.

(Fred)

'But, Barney, I didn't win.'

In fact, I came in last.

That doesn't matter, honey.

You stuck it out.

You didn't give up.

And that makes you a winner

in our book.

Yay. Dada.

Congratulations, Flintstone.

You've made Bedrock proud.

Hit it, boys.

[instrumental music]

♪ Hurray Fred Flintstone ♪

♪ He's our champ ♪

♪ Unless of course

he gets a cramp ♪

♪ He's gonna jog jog

all the way ♪

♪ Tomorrow's gonna be

Fred Flintstone day ♪

♪ Hurray Fred Flintstone ♪

♪ He's our champ ♪

♪ Unless of course

he gets a cramp ♪

♪ He's gonna jog jog

all the way ♪

♪ Tomorrow's gonna be

Fred Flintstone day ♪

[theme music]