05x26 - Surfin' Fred

[bunniefuu]

Fred, where are you?

Hold on, Fred!

We're coming in
for a landing!

Wilma, watch out
for the pier!

Quit back-seat surfing!
I can see it!

Help!

Yay!

[Toot]

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

We'll have a gay old time

Boy, this is
the life!

You want to go
on vacation,

Leave the kids with the
mother-In-Law and go, go, go!

Yeah, but where?
Where are we going?

Relax, barney.
Leave it to me.

Imagine, no housework
for two days!

No cooking, no washing,
no cleaning.

And no reservations.

This is
spring vacation, Fred.

So what?

So every place we go
will be jammed.

What are you
talkin' about?

We're the only ones
on the road.

We're the only ones
on the road, huh?

Okay, I did make
reservations.

We agreed to let me pick the
place for this weekend.

Right, but--

I told you I knew
the perfect place

to get away from it
all. Right?

Right, Fred. But--

But what, but what?
What are you worried about?

I want to know where
we're going to get away

So if we don't like it,

we can get away
before we get there.

Oh, brother.

Wilma:
Slow down, Fred!

This is a toll bridge.

Here you are, buddy.

Okay, mack!

I found a spot
no one's heard about.

It's called rock island.

Now are you happy?

Nope. We should
have waited

until the kids are
back in school.

What kids?

[Honks] come on, man!
Surf's up!

Hey, what do you want
me to do, applaud?

Where are all
those kids going?

I don't know, but I'll
guarantee there won't be

Any of that
at rock island.

No excitement--

Just lie in the sun
and sleep.

[Banging]

Where do we put the
Flintstones and Rubbles?

Give them suite 206.

Don't forget to
nail that table down.

I wonder why they choose
this time of year.

Maybe they can take it.

I guess they didn't hear about
what happened last year.

Stop talking and keep nailing.
We haven't much time.

Right. It's one hour
to countdown now.

It is? Well, hurry.

Put up the Jimmy Darrock
posters.

Yes, sir.

I'm glad this is my last
show for a while, al.

I'm really b*at.

I know, Jimmy, baby.

I've personally arranged for
your vacation starting tomorrow.

A vacation. Great.
Where?

Where? Ha! Would I send my boy
to rest his tired tonsils,

To lie in the sun,
to swim in the sea?

Where do you think?

Uh, Nassau, Bermuda,
the Riviera?

Shall we try
Rock Island?

Rock Island?

Man, the national
surfing finals

Are held at rock island,
aren't they?

I, er, um, heard something
about that, yes.

Don't tell me.
Let me guess.

I present the awards and
headline the show, right?

It's only one night.
The rest of the time, you rest.

Rest? At the surfing finals?

Jimmy, please.

By now, you should trust me
already now yet by now.

There!

You are a lifeguard.

A what?

Disguised, bubie.

Your very own mother
would not know you.

For three days,
you sit on that little chair.

You get sun.
No one bothers you.

Brilliant plan, hey?

Suppose I have to
rescue somebody?

So what is wrong
with a little exercise?

[Knocking] you're on,
Mr. Darrock!

Go, kid!
Make money!

And here he is,

Singing his number-One
hit recording--

Jimmy Darrock!

[Audience cheering]

Wax up your boards,
get your huarache sandals on

The woodie
is ready to go

I got a big g*n board,
I want to see how she handles

When I take her
to the t.J. Slope

We're going to sh**t the curl
and walk the nose

And laugh at the gremmies
trying to hang five toes

So wax up your boards

Whoo ooh ooh

Wax up your boards

Ooh

We'll be heading out
on a surfing safari

Down surf route 101

There'll be a million wahinis
wearing bikinis

And guys
in pin-Striped trunks

Yeah, we'll be grabbing
the rail and pushing through

If you want
to come along, now

You know what to do

Just wax up your boards

Ooh ooh ooh

Wax up your boards

[Girls screaming]

[Girls screaming,
band singing under]

That's Jimmy Darrock.

Isn't he dreamy?

What, did we do, get a foreign
language station?

Don't be a square, Fred.

That's the most popular
song in this country.

Song? I thought
we were tuned into

The mating call of
a sick brontosaurus.

Hey, that's very funny, Fred.

Ha ha ha!

Well, here we are!
Beautiful, isn't it?

And look at that beach.
Not a soul on it.

We got the whole
place to ourselves.

Funny. I keep thinking
I've heard of this place.

Did I ever mention
it to you, Fred?

No, you didn't.
Rock island is my idea.

Now let's register and get
right down to the beach.

I'm dying for a swim!

Me, too. It's been
a long, hot trip.

You were right,
Fred.

A whole beach
to ourselves.

It's almost
too good to be true.

That's what
I've been thinking.

Did you see the funny look
the manager gave us?

Barney, you know what
kind of a guy you are?

If I bowled 200,

You'd figure there was something
wrong with the pins that day.

Start countdown.

Roger.

20, 19, 18, 17...

come on, let's relax
and hit the surf!

Surf! That's why I've
heard of Rock Island.

Of course! They had the big
surfing finals here last year.

8, 7, 6, 5...

Fred, we've got to get our money
back and get out of here!

2, 1...
blast-Off!

Get outta here?
What are you talking about?

[Rumbling]

Come on, man!

Wheeee!

Boy, look at
those waves!

I'm going to sh**t
the tube!

Last one in
is a gremmie!

"The perfect place to get away
from it all," huh, Fred?

"A spot no one ever
heard of," huh, Fred?

What's going on?

Every spring vacation,

Rock Island is overrun
with teen-agers.

They have the national
surfing finals here.

Last year, they
jammed the place.

It was in all the papers.

And you brought us
here to rest and relax.

Ha! Who can relax with
that racket goin' on?

Hold it! Hold it!

What's wrong with being
around a little action?

What are we,
old fogies?

Oh, no, you don't Fred.

You can't
wiggle out of this one.

The idea of a vacation
is to have fun.

You can do your
sleepin' at home.

You said we were getting
away from it all.

So I made a mistake.
Why fight it?

Come on!
Let's go swimming!

Look out
for the waves, Fred!

Don't worry, wilma!
I know how to body surf!

Watch!

Cool, man, cool!

What a boss trick,
boss.

What do you call
that maneuver, dad?

Uh, body-Surfing,
hony-Lulu style.

Hony-Lulu style?

Man, it sure is
different!

How about
teaching it to us?

Sure,
I'll be glad to.

If you guys'll teach me some
of those dance steps.

You got a deal, dad.
Come on, join the g*ng!

Well, look at that.

Is that Fred?

Like I always say,
where would the country be

Without
its teen-Agers?

I don't know why I let you
talk me into this, Al.

Jimmy, sweetheart,
look around you.

Every kid here's
a champion surfer.

You'll never get off
of that chair.

What about
that fat guy?

He looks good
for a rescue or two.

Him? Don't you know a
professional when you see one?

That guy has only
gotta be their coach.

Gee, Mr. Flintstone!
You dance divinely!

You're pretty good,
too.

Yeah, yeah,
yeah

Oh, brother!
Now I've heard everything.

Well, Fred always
said,

If you can't
b*at 'em, join 'em.

Join 'em?

He's coming loose
at the seams.

What's that,
Mr. Flintstone?

I call this
the surf stomp.

Too toot
te toot

Too toot
te too too

Wax up
your boards

Get your huarache
sandals on

Good morning,
Mr. Flintstone!

Good morning,
my dear.

Going to do
a little surfing?

Well, remember, the skeg
goes underneath an aft,

Not topside forecastle.

How about that?
He reads one magazine,

And he's an authority
on surfboards.

I appreciate your
help, Mr. Flintstone.

Please,
don't be formal.

Just call me Troy.

Troy!

I'll forecastle
his topside!

The water's great,
wilma!

Why don't you
and Fred come in?

If you're talking about
the overaged idol

Of the stoneboard set,
he's busy at the moment.

He finally found
one person on the beach

Who has to stay
and listen to him.

Then I had this big wave, see,
and it was curling.

If I knew if I wanted
to be champion,

I had to ride it in!

Some champion.
He gets seasick in a bathtub.

So you know what
I did?

No, mr. Flintstone.
Tell me.

Look, alice. Isn't that
lifeguard jimmy Darrock?

Sure looks like him.
Let's ask.

Pardon me, sir,
but aren't you--

Yes, my dear,
I'm Troy Flintstone,

And you wanna see me
body surf, right?

Last one in
is a hodad!

Fred, you just ate!

What's that got to
do with anything?

Oh, I can't look!

I knew it! I knew he'd get
in trouble showing off!

Help! Help!

[Gurgling]

Hold on, Flintstone.
I'll save you.

It's alright, wilma.

That lifeguard's pulling
Fred out of the water.

Boy, that was
a close one.

Yeah, like it sure
was.

Lucky I was there
to pull you out.

Huh?

That sea water must have
pickled something upstairs.

You're not
a bad swimmer, son.

All you need is
some confidence.

Thanks, daddy.

I can help you.

Back home, they call me
a regular fish.

I'm perfectly at home
in the water.

Oh, boy. Give Fred
an audience,

And he really
hams it up.

That ham
is gonna be barbecued

If he doesn't cut out
this nonsense.

Wilma, betty and I
are going to the beach!

Want to join us?

Sure! Come on in.

Wilma, what on earth
are you doing?

I decided if Fred's going
to be the Cary Granite

Of the teen-Age set,
I'll be Tuesday Kelp.

Hiya, Mrs. Flintstone.

You gonna try a
little surfing today?

I will if the water
isn't too rough.

Gee, that lifeguard
sure looks familiar.

If you're looking for mr. Flintstone,

he's over there.

[Music playing]

Hee hee hee.
Fred is getting pretty good.

Pretty good at
making himself look silly.

Hey, g*ng! Surf's up!

Surf's up!

Surf's up!

Hey, fellas!
Wait for me!

Surf's up!

Oh, no!
Fred, come back!

The water's
too rough!

Look out!
A wave's behind you!

Huh?

Holy mackerel!

Wow-Ee! Look at that
Mr. Flintstone go!

What is he saying?

Help!

Help!

I can't look.

Me, neither.

[Thud]

Thanks, young man.

I'm sorry he's
so much trouble.

Glad to be of help,
Mrs. Flintstone. Bye.

Alright, Fred. Will you stop it
before you hurt yourself?

Are you kidding?
I'm like a fish in the water.

Come on, barney, let old troy
show you how to water-Ski.

Excuse me,
betty.

I better go along and keep
an eye on old Troy.

Alright, barney,
but please, do be careful.

Oh, no. Not again.

There's nothing to it, Barney!
Keep your eye on me!

What's the problem,
Jimmy, bubie, baby?

That fat guy.

I've pulled him out of the
water so much, I'm growing scales.

What's the matter, Barn?
You scared?

I was just wondering--

About what?

About that rock
we're going to hit.

What rock?

See what I mean?

There goes operation
blubber again.

Well, this is
certainly turning into

a cozy little weekend
for two.

Yeah. I wonder how
king Neptune's doing.

Probably teaching
the fish to swim.

Ha ha ha!

Mrs. Flintstone!

Oh, no! Not again!

I wish you'd keep him onshore.
I'm getting waterlogged.

I don't know
who I feel sorrier for--

Us, the boys, or that poor
lifeguard.

I hate to admit it,
wilma,

But I'm pooped.

Don't tell me the Bedrock cannonball
finally ran out of steam.

Sorry. I don't blame you
for being mad.

I promise not to leave your
side for the rest of this vacation.

Oh, Troy!

Hey! The surfing finals
are starting!

We've been looking
all over for you!

Well, I, uh...

Come on, they want you
to help judge.

No kidding!

Fred!

Well, if they really
need me, I--

Come on, Troy!
They're waiting for you.

Wilma, I'll be back!

Surf's up to 18 feet!

It's really
breaking big!

I'll tell you something else
that's breaking big--

My temper!

We'll go back
to the beach,

But no more
water-Skiing.

I promise, Betty.
I ain't listening to that Fred again.

Hey, that's him!

That lifeguard's
no lifeguard.

That lifeguard
is...

Jimmy Darrock!

Jimmy Darrock?
Are you sure?

Posilutely.

What a waste.

All this time,
we've been on the beach,

And he was in the water
with Fred.

Wait till Fred
finds out.

Will his face be red!

Come on. I can't wait
to tell him.

And here comes
last year's champ--

Vernon Stonehedge.

He's working it clean.
Good form.

Perfect control.

- Do you see Fred?
- No, I don't.

There he is!

Come on, troy.
Don't be modest.

But I-- Hey!

Ha ha ha!

We have another entry,
ladies and gentlemen!

Fred "Troy" Flintstone.

Oh, Barney!
This is terrible!

Fred doesn't know
how to surf.

Not knowing
how to do something

Never stopped Fred
from doing it before.

Well, I'm stopping it
this time.

He could get hurt
out there!

Fred! Wait a minute!

I have to talk to you!

I'm a little busy
at the moment, wilma.

Alright!
Then I'm coming out there!

Wait a minute! We've got another
entry, ladies and gentlemen--

Mrs. Wilma Flintstone!

Wilma, what are you
doing out here?

I haven't wanted
to say this before, Fred,

But you're making
a fool of yourself.

Oh, is that so?
Well, I'll show you a thing or two.

Fred, watch out!

Huh?

Help!

Fred, where are you?

Hold on, Fred!

We're coming in
for a landing.

Wilma, watch out
for the pier!

Quit back-Seat surfing!
I can see it!

Help!

Yay!

Wow-Ee! Yes, sir!

Ladies
and gentlemen,

That's the most
spectacular example

of tandem surfing
I've ever seen.

How about that!
Isn't wilma terrific?

Yeah. Women drivers in the ocean.
What next?

It's the unanimous opinion
of the judges

That first prize go to
Mr. And Mrs. Flintstone!

Yay!

Yippee!

And now, to present the trophy--
Your favorite star and mine--

Mr. Jimmy Darrock!

[Applause]

Thank you. Thank you.

And I thought
he was just a lifeguard.

Oh, boy,
do I feel like a dope.

It's alright. You deserve some
kind of a trophy for this weekend.

It gives me great pleasure
to award this prize

To one of the nicest, warmest,
young-At-Heart couples I ever knowed--

Mr. And Mrs. Flintstone.

Aw, shucks.

[Applause]

Thanks,
boys and girls!

And if anybody wants
a few pointers...

My wife,
Mrs. Troy Flintstone,

Will be glad
to give some lessons.

And now let's have
some pointers on singing

From our favorite
lifeguard!

[Applause]

You know it happens
every summer

The minute school lets out

All the surfers
and their honeys

Start to scream and shout

Camping out at the beaches

They won't be home for days

Yeah, everybody's gone crazy
with the surfin' craze

You'll see them surfin'
at Redondo beach

Surfin' craze

In the T.J. Slope

Surfin' craze

Rock Island beach
and the Rincon

They'd all be walking
the nose

Play it up, Nancy!

Oooh

Oooh

Oooh

Oooh

You'll see them wearing
their goggers

And their baggies, too

Driving 'round
in their woodies

Down to Malibu

You'll see them sh**ting
the tube, now

Catching the waves

Hey, everybody's gone crazy

With the surfin' craze

You'll see them surfin'
at Redondo beach

The surfin' craze

And the T.J. Slope

Surfin' craze

Rock island beach
and the rincon

Surfin' craze

They'll all be walking
the nose

Ooh ooh ooh

Yeah, everybody's gone crazy
with the surfin' craze

Yeah, everybody's gone crazy
with the surfin' craze

Wow, everybody's gone cra-a-Zy
with the surfin' craze

Hi, Betty.
Have you unpacked yet?

Just finished, and
am I glad to be home.

Being a teen-ager's fun,

But our age
is much more comfortable.

Fred'll vouch for that.
He had to take a vacation

to rest
from his vacation.

At least he got that teenage
stuff out of his system.

And how! I don't think Fred
wants to hear

another surfing song
as long as he lives.

[Loud drumming]

Betty, get over here
right away!

There's something strange
going on in our garage.

[Music plays]

You know it happens
every summer

The minute
school lets out

All the surfers and honeys
start to scream and shout

Everybody's gone crazy
with the surfin' craze

Hiya, girls!

You are listening

To the surfside
two plus two--

Available for parties,
picnics, and weddings.

You see them surfin'
at Redondo beach

And the T.J. Slope

Rock Island beach
and Rincon

They'll all be
walking the nose

See them wearing
their goggers

And their baggies, too

Everybody's gone crazy

With the surfin' craze

Yeah

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

Then that cat will stay out

For the night

When you're

With the Flintstones

Have a yabba-Dabba-Doo time

A dabba-Doo time

We'll have a gay old time

We'll have a gay old time

Wilma!