Alright, Lulubell, let's get
this big rock out of the center
of the pit, that's it,
easy does it.
Hold it. Stop. Wait, Fred.
screech
The boss said this rock
should never be moved.
Oh, what does
he know about rocks?
Stand clear, Charlie,
the rock's comin' out.
But the boss said..
[rumbling]
Run for it, Fred.
You've hit a geyser.
[gushing]
Put the rock back.
Quick, put it back.
Find the hole, Lulubell.
[gurgling]
Hurry, Lulubell!
Will he be alright, Charlie?
Yeah. I think so Mr. Slate.
Out with the bad air.
In with the good air.
[moaning]
He's comin' out
of it now, Mr. Slate.
Fred sure swallowed
a lot of water.
Yeah. So did Lulubell.
burp
No, I'm not f*ring you,
Flintstone.
You have a wife
and baby to support.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Slate.
But you're laid off until we can
pump the water out of the pit.
How long will that take,
Mr. Slate?
Well, the way
the pump is working
'I'd say a week or ten days.'
(Fred)
'Hey, that's pretty fast.'
Eh, Mr. Slate,
thanks again for not f*ring me.
Eh, yes, well..eh, check with me
in a week or so, Flintstone.
[theme music]
[siren blaring]
Yabba-dabba-doo!
Flintstones,
meet the Flintstones
They're the modern
stone age family
From the town of Bedrock
They're a page
right out of history
Let's ride with
the family down the street
Through the courtesy
of Fred's two feet
When you're
with the Flintstones
Have a yabba dabba doo time
A dabba doo time
You'll have
a gay old time
Pebbles? Oh, Pebbles?
Now, where did
that little dickens go?
[barking]
We-e-e-e!
[giggling]
Oh, you two. You're both
a couple of clowns.
Wonder if there's
any mail today?
Hmm, no mail.
slam
screech
- Fred!
- Hi, Wilma.
- How come you're home so early?
- Eh, the pit got flooded today.
So, I'll be off work
for a week or so.
- For a week or so?
- Yeah, but I got a great idea.
[creak]
Hmm, no mail.
slam
If it wasn't for the pension,
I'd quit this mail job.
Your idea is to get
another job for a week, right?
Well, not exactly.
I figured we could throw
a few things in the car
and take a trip to Rock Vegas.
If one of the things
you can throw
is a wad of money, I'm with you.
- Otherwise, it's out.
- But, Wilma--
We have a lot of bills.
And our budget doesn't
include trips to Rock Vegas.
But, Wilma, we, we could..
slam
Fred, I just had
a wonderful idea.
Yeah?
You can help
me around the house
until they call you back
to the gravel pit.
Oh, boy what a week
this is gonna be?
[Bugle music]
That sounded like
it came from Barney's place.
It can't be Barney,
he and Betty left
on their vacation this morning.
- Hey, Barney?
- Hiya, Fred.
- You're home early.
- Yeah, what are you doing?
I am teaching Bamm-Bamm
some Bugle calls.
Listen, this is Reveille.
[playing reveille]
[music continues]
Oh, boy.
Now, listen to Bamm-Bamm.
[inhaling]
[playing reveille]
Say, now..
How's that, Fred?
He copies me note for note.
[chuckling]
Yeah.
And he straightened
a few out on the way.
Where did you get
the Bugle, Barney?
Well, it's my old
boy scout Bugle.
I was Bugler for my troop,
the Sabre-tooth Tigers.
Oh, I was a boy scout too,
Barn, an Eagle Scout.
No kiddin'.
[imitating a sabre tooth]
What was that?
[chuckling]
Just me.
I was just trying out our old
Sabre-tooth Tiger troop yell.
Oh, boy.
Hey, Barn, how come
you only stayed away
one day of your vacation?
Well, I stopped for gas, paid
for it and then we were broke.
[chuckling]
What's so funny about that?
I thought Betty
had saved up some dough.
And she thought I had.
It's not like
when were boy scouts, Fred.
We'd just get
the old troop together
and away we'd go with our tents.
Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
What you said.
- What I said?
- Tents.
- Tents?
- Yeah.
Doesn't that give you an idea?
So anyway, next year we're going
to save for a vacation.
- Hand me a comb, Wilma.
- Oh, yeah. Here you are.
You know it's not right that
the boys should work all year
and not have a vacation.
And it would do us good
to get away from housework too.
I just like to get away
from putting my hair up.
[laughs]
Thanks, Betty.
Wilma, we figured a way
to go on a vacation.
And it won't cost anything.
- Oh, you'll love this idea.
- Won't cost anything?
Nope. Not a penny.
We're going campin'.
We can borrow
a couple of tents.
How does that sound, girls?
(together)
Yuck!
Well, it's the only vacation
we can afford.
Yeah, we'll hunt
for our own food.
Wild Brontosaurus steaks.
Poing.
Roast Pterodactyl.
Poing.
And plenty of poing,
eh, I mean fish.
I'll bet. With us
cleaning messy, old fish.
Some vacation. That's out.
Something about camping
and cleaning fish.
- Women don't go for, Barney.
- Yeah, I don't understand it.
Will you hold
this coconut for me, Betty?
Uh-huh.
You know, Wilma?
I think we acted pretty selfish
with the boys about camping.
I was thinking the same thing.
If we don't go, the boys will
be hanging around the house.
Here, Dino. Raiding
the ice box, tracking in dirt..
gulp gulp gulp
(Wilma)
'...TV ball games on all day.'
'Insisting on barbecuing meals.'
[giggling]
Okay. You sold me.
We'll go camping.
So, we'll go camping
on one condition.
Anything. You name it.
We don't wanna get into any
of those crowded camp places.
Oh, honey, don't worry,
we'll get a real secluded spot.
Yeah, we'll ask down
at the auto club.
[instrumental music]
Joe Rockhead said
it was okay for us
to use his tent, Fred.
Good. Charlie Cobblestone
will let me have his for a week.
Boy, I never thought
I'd get to go campin' again.
- Did you, Fred?
- No.
We sure gonna have fun,
huh, Barney boy?
[imitating a sabre tooth]
crash
Hey, Fred? Hey, you alright?
Will you cut it out with that
Sabre-tooth Tiger troop growl?
(male #1)
'Bedrock auto club
was the right place'
for you to come to, gentlemen.
'Now, then to get
to your problem.'
On this map are the camping
grounds in this area.
Most of them are crowded
this time of year.
Now, if it was Winter.
We don't wanna
go campin' in the winter.
Of course not. That's why camps
are crowded in the Summer.
Now, here's a place
nobody goes to.
It's kind of remote.
Up in the mountains here.
It's called
Shangri la-de-da valley.
Shangri la-de-da valley.
- Hey, that sounds great.
- Yeah.
How do we get there?
[instrumental music]
- Thanks for the road map, Mac.
- Yeah, thanks a lot.
You're welcome.
Have a good time
in Shangri la-de-da valley.
Hey, Bill, did you say
Shangri la-de-da valley?
Yes, I did. Why?
Well, that's where
my son is going tomorrow
for a big boy scout jamboree.
Boy scout jamboree? Uh-oh.
I told those fellas
nobody goes to..
Shangri la-de-da valley.
Even the name sounds peaceful.
- Sounds perfect.
- Uh-huh. Wonderful.
(Fred)
'We leave early tomorrow.
Now, you get the tents, Barney.'
'And I'll drop Dino off
at the-the..'
I...drop Dino off
at the V-E-T-E-R-I-N-A-R-I-A-N.
Hey, that's a good idea, Fred.
[blabbering]
[howls]
[crying]
[laughing]
How about that, Fred?
Dino can spell, veterinarian.
[crying]
We'll never have
any privacy now. Let's go.
[crying]
I think Dino wants
to go camping with us, Fred.
I'm getting the message
but he's not going.
(Fred)
'Now come on, Dino. Knock it
off. You're stayin' home.'
[crying]
Okay, okay. Okay! Turn it off.
Okay, he goes with us.
[sniggering]
[instrumental music]
Boy Scouts of Bedrock
tomorrow's the big day.
'We start for
the big scout jamboree'
'first thing in the morning.'
It will be at
the Shangri la-de-da encampment.
There'll be scout troops
from all over the country.
Even from across the big pond.
There'll be lots of fun.
And you'll get a chance
to meet fellow scouts
from all over the world,
each troop will bring a mascot.
- Uh, is ours ready?
- Right here, Mr. Sandstone.
[squawking]
Okay. Meeting's over.
See you all at Sun up.
Three cheers
for Mr. Sandstone.
Hip-hip..
(together)
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
This is the last load.
You all set, Wilma?
Ready and waiting.
[barking]
- Nobody asked you.
- Let her roll, Fred.
- You lead the way.
- Then, yabba-dabba-doo!
Away we go!
[barking]
Off at last.
Oh, Fred, look.
The boy scouts are up early.
- Jimmy?
- Yes, sir.
- Richard?
- Here, sir.
I guess they're going on a hike.
Hey, fellas, be prepared!
- Fred!
- Uh-oh!
screech
crash
You better be prepared
to get a fat knot on your head
if you ever let go
of that steering wheel again.
Yes, dear.
[mumbling]
Yes, Pebbly-poo.
[barking]
You keep that lip buttoned.
You're lucky
you're on this trip.
Okay, men, we're off
to Shangri la-de-da.
[whistles]
Forward!
(together)
Hurray! Hurray!
We're on our way!
To Shangri la-de-da!
We'll eat sardines
and lots of beans!
Haa-ha haa-ha haa!
[instrumental music]
(Barney)
'Hey uh, Fred,
what did you stop for?'
- We've run out of road.
- There's a sign over there.
Yup, this is the way.
"Shangri la-de-da."
Must be up this way. Looks like
we'll have to pack in.
- Take us home, Fred.
- I second it.
But, Wilma, you wanted a quiet
place away from everyone.
- This is why its secluded.
- We're only a little way away.
Come on, be good scouts, girls.
Besides, Fred and me
will carry all the stuff.
Now, wait a minute.
We're on the right road.
If this is the right road,
imagine what the wrong one
must be like.
This is as far as we can go.
Hey, Barn, put your pack down
and come here a minute, huh?
Eh, glad to.
thump
[sighs]
That feels good.
Uh, yeah, Fred.
I'll give you a boost up.
See, if you can see anything.
- 'You ready?'
- 'Ready.'
Hey, ho-hold it, Fred. Wait,
wait-wait-wait. Stop boostin'.
You're sure puttin'
on weight, Barney.
Over the top you go!
(Barney)
'No-o-o-o!'
Ow, ooh, ooh. Ow, ow, ow.
ooh, ooh. Ow, ow, ow.
What a guy!
Always clownin' around.
thud
(Fred)
'Barn, you alright?'
Yeah, I think so.
Hey, hey, I found it.
'"Shangri la-de-da."'
And what
a beautiful place it is?
(Barney)
'A secluded little valley,
woods, runnin' streams, a lake.'
Hey, this is it.
Come on down!
Bamm,bamm.
Bamm, bamm, bamm
[laughs]
Uh, Bamm-Bamm wants to help
daddy with the tent stake.
Uh, okay. Drive it in.
Bamm! Bamm! Bamm bamm!
That's hittin' the old tent
stake, Bamm, my boy.
Where that boy gets
to first grade. Wow!
[laughs]
Put up the beds
and let's get some sleep, Fred.
- We're all bushed.
- Are you kiddin', honey?
We don't have beds at camp.
We use sleeping bags.
(both)
Oh, no!
[snoring]
[continues snoring]
[band music]
Troop, halt!
The rest of the scout troops
will all arrive tonight.
So, let's get our tents up now.
[ambient music]
[playing reveille]
Fred? Oh, wake up.
Somebody's blowing a horn.
Yeah. Yeah it must be
Barney's kid, Bamm-Bamm.
I'll put a stop to it.
Now, look, Bamm-Bamm.
I, I, I, I!
What is it, Fred?
What's going on?
Boy scouts,
there are millions of 'em.
Acres of tents. Boy scouts
to end all boy scouts.
It's the biggest jamboree
of all time.
Come on, everybody out!
[bugle blaring]
(Wilma)
'You go to the general
or whoever he is, Fred.'
And tell him
to move the jamboree
some place else,
we were here first.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll get Barney.
And am gonna have
a talk with him.
Shangri la-de-da valley
was deeded to the boy scouts
years ago, so you are really
trespassing, Mr. Flintstone.
- We didn't know.
- Oh, it's okay.
You may stay
as guests of the scouts.
- Gee, thanks, Mr. Jones.
- Yeah, that's nice of ya.
Well, in fact I'm happy that
you're here with your family.
You can help us
with a problem.
Oh, we'll be glad to.
What's the problem?
Well, here we have
this giant jamboree
and the scouts
are missing one thing.
They're all used to
doing a good deed every day.
And there's nobody around
to do good deeds for.
- Say no more.
- Yeah, we'd be happy to help.
- Right, Fred?
- Overjoyed.
Free to use our family
and us in anyway.
Yeah, Fred and I
were boy scouts, ourselves.
Well, thank you,
Flintstone, Rubble.
You're still good scouts.
[snarling]
What was that?
That was old Sabre-tooth Tiger
call from Barney's old troop.
The scouts will start doin'
good deeds right away
for Betty and Wilma.
Yeah and we're gonna help out
by being honorary scout masters.
- Mrs. Flintstone?
- Yes. Just a minute.
What is it, boys?
Your breakfast is ready,
Mrs. Flintstone.
Oh?
(Betty)
'Come on, Wilma.'
The boys fixed breakfast for us
as their good deed for today.
Why, how nice?
Here you are, ma'am.
Bronto burgers, beans,
hot dogs for breakfast?
Eat it, Wilma. Don't spoil
the boy's good deed.
Yes. It looks, uh,
it looks delicious, boys.
Thank you, so much.
It's a lovely breakfast.
Now, fellas, I'll show you,
how we used to do a rain dance
when I was a boy scout.
Okay, hit it, Barney.
[yodeling]
- Pretty good, huh?
- Yeah, I'll say.
Hey, look
at the rain cloud, Phil.
[continues yodeling]
[screaming]
Hey, Fred, do the Sun dance.
[continues yodeling]
Not bad, huh, fellas?
Watch your step, lady.
- Look out for that rock, lady.
- I will, thank you.
My turn.
Right this way, lady.
Now, it's my turn.
Didn't you good deed me cross
here about an hour ago?
That's right, lady. But we have
to good deed you twice.
You count only
half as much as an old lady.
[laughs]
Hold it, boys, I've had it.
Figure out another good deed,
please. I am bushed.
Here's your lunch,
Mrs. Flintstone.
How nice?
Bronto burgers, beans,
hot dogs again?
It's our basic diet, ma'am.
We thrive on it.
Bamm-Bamm, stop barrel-rolling
that boy scout.
It's okay,
Mrs. Rubble, I like it.
[squeaking]
What's the matter, Bamm-Bamm?
Bamm! Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!
Ha ha, that's right, Bamm-Bamm,
always put your fires out.
You're a good little scout.
Ha ha, hey I'm havin'
a great time, Barney.
- How about you?
- Oh, swell.
Everybody's havin' a good
time. Even Dino. Look.
[laughs]
- Yippee!
- Hi-ho! And away.
Hey, Dino's headin'
for that old log.
Come on, we'll jump
on his back as he comes out.
Yeah, we're smarter than Dino.
Geronimo!
thud thud
- Hey, where did he go?
- Gosh, he just disappeared.
'Yeah, vanished.'
[sniggering]
[laughing]
Hey, hey, Fred, look.
It's Bamm-Bamm out in the lake.
Holy mackerel!
(Fred)
'That boy scout's tryin'
to save him but Bamm-Bamm's'
'too strong
for that boy to handle.'
Hang on, Bamm-Bamm,
I'll save you.
splash
I'll be there..
[gasping]
...in a minute.
Don't worry.
I'll save you.
[gurgling]
That's the way,
Bamm-Bamm.
[whirring]
There was
no danger, Mr. Rubble.
I was teaching Bamm-Bamm
rescue techniques.
Hey, he sure learnt fast.
[laughing]
Bamm. Bamm. Bamm. Bamm.
[boy scouts cheering]
Okay, fellas, let's hootenanny,
Old MacDonald had a farm.
As you know, we have scouts
here from all over the world.
(Fred)
'So to really have fun
with this song..'
...we'll all sing
the verse together.
And the scouts I point
to will sing the chorus
in their own language,
have you got it?
(all)
Yeah!
Then let's go!
[guitar music]
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm
he had some chicks
E-I-E-I-O
With a chick, chick here
and a chick, chick there
[singing in Japanese]
(Fred)
'Everybody!'
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm
he had some ducks
E-I-E-I-O
With a quack-quack here
and a quack-quack there
[singing in French]
(Fred)
'All together.'
Old MacDonald had a farm
& E-I-E-I-O &
Alright, everybody,
here we go again.
And on this farm
he had some turkeys
E-I-E-I-O
With a gobble-gobble here
and a gobble-gobble there
Here a gobble, there a gobble,
everywhere a gobble-gobble
Quack-quack here
and a quack-quack there
Here a quack, there a quack
everywhere a quack-quack
Chick, chick here,
chick, chick there
Here chick, there chick
everywhere chick-chick
Nice and loud.
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
Let 'em hear
you back at Bedrock.
And on this farm he had..
Porco
E-I-E-I-O
[singing in Italian]
[singing in German]
[singing in Dutch]
[singing in Spanish]
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O♪
[whistling and cheering]
We've had
a great time here, boys.
And we sure appreciate
your hospitality.
And anytime you're in Bedrock,
be sure and stop in to see
- Fred Flintstone.
- And Barney Rubble.
Yabba-dabba-doo!
(all)
'Yabba-dabba-doo!'
We sure had a nice week,
didn't we Wilma?
But it's great
to get home and relax.
That was a wonderful week, Fred.
And soon as I finish cleaning,
washing and fixing dinner
I'll let you know
about the relaxing bit.
You're gettin'
to be a real joker, Wilma.
[knocking on door]
Come in. It's probably Barney.
Why so formal, Barn?
- Hello, Mr. Flintstone.
- Hi, son. What can I do for ya?
Mr. Flintstone,
when you and your family
and friends left our jamboree..
...well, sir, it just wasn't
the same jamboree.
Well, gee, that's nice.
They-they missed us.
We all remember what you said.
"If you're ever
in Bedrock.
"Stop in and see,
Fred Flintstone."
[chuckling]
Yeah, I remember. You mean?
The jamboree stopped
in to see you, sir.
Okay, g*ng, let's hear
it for Mr. Flintstone.
(all)
Yay!
Bedrock market?
Would you send three tonnes
of Bronto burgers
two tonnes of hot dogs,
50 cases of baked beans
[babbling]
and 25 cases of grape juice.
Yes, this is Mrs. Flintstone.
Old MacDonald had a farm
E-I-E-I-O
[theme music]
Flintstones,
meet the Flintstones
They're the modern
stone age family
From the town of Bedrock
They're a page
right out of history
Someday maybe Fred
will win the fight
And that cat will stay out
for the night
When you're
with the Flintstones
Have a yabba dabba doo time
A dabba doo time
You'll have a gay old time
[music continues]
Will have a gay old time
Wilma!
04x20 - Cave Scout Jamboree
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Living in Bedrock, Fred Flintstone works an unsatisfying job, but returns home to his wife Wilma and eventually daughter Pebbles.
Living in Bedrock, Fred Flintstone works an unsatisfying job, but returns home to his wife Wilma and eventually daughter Pebbles.