The Flintstones Page #2

Elsewhere on the lawn, other spinning MAMMOTHS repeat

this performance. After a moment, they gradually slow

their revolutions. The one closest to the house

scrunches its trunk with a GROAN.

LITTLE MAMMOTH:

(sotto)

Oh, my aching sinuses...

13 INT. FLINTSTONES' BEDROOM -DAY 13

WIDEN FROM the windowsill, where a little sea shell

hearing aid trumpet AMPLIFIES another ROOSTERSAURUS

"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO" into the ear of a "CLOCK RADIO

WOODPECKER." The Woodpecker yawns, gets out of bed,

puts a timecard in a little clock. Then it turns

and begins pecking on a BELL, which RINGS PIERCINGLY.

14 INT. BEDROOM -NEW ANGLE 14

Two shapes are visible under the bedclothes: One is a

great SNORING bulge, the other is a svelte and lithe

shape. As the BELL continues RINGING, the larger bulge

GRUNTS, MOANS, pulls a pillow over its head, and then

finally gropes under the bed for a slipper. The slipper

is thrown without aiming -

15 THE WOODPECKER 15

ducks just in time. It wipes its forehead nervously.

RADIO WOODPECKER

(sotto)

I hate this job... There's not

even a health plan...

He staggers back up to his perch, and then notices for

the first time that the dial on the side is pointed not

to "ALARM" but to "ALARM & RADIO." The WOODPECKER SIGHS,

looks over at the bed where SNORING is still emanating.

Then the bird swings a little telescope around to point

out the window.

16 WOODPECKER'S TELESCOPE -IRIS SHOT 16

as the 'SCOPE PANS and FOCUSES, finally SETTLING ON a

distant stone building marked RADIO STATION B-ROK.

(CONTINUED)

5.

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16

Perched on top of the wooden radio tower are a monkey

and an octopus. The monkey holds up cue cards which the

octopus reads, and then waves nautical semaphore flags.

17 BACK TO SCENE 17

Our WOODPECKER squints, CLEARS his THROAT.

RADIO WOODPECKER

(deeper "on-air" voice)

Good morning, Bedrock. This is

station B-R-O-K with the morning

weather and news...

18 IN THE BED 18

The big bulge GRUNTS and MUTTERS a bit, then one hand

gropes around, finds the curvaceous form under the

neighboring covers... feels it tentatively... then

the fingers "walk" upwards...

RADIO WOODPECKER (O.S.)

It will be fair and mild through

the weekend, continuing for the

next eight hundred years, followed

by cooling breezes and a protracted

ice age...

Those walking fingers have reached the top edge of the

covers... now they pull them down revealing the owner's

face... the face of Fred, his eyes at half-mast, his

face covered in fashionable "Bedrock Vice" stubble.

FRED:

(with genuine charm)

Wil-ma. Wil-ma? How about a

great big good morning kiss for

your Freddy-weddy?

And he pulls the covers down to reveal --DINO, who is

immediately "YI-YI-YI-YI-ING," hopping all over the bed

and showering Fred with sloppy kisses.

Dino!

FRED:

Dino, cut it out --!

RADIO WOODPECKER (O.S.)

In the news, Bedrock civic and

business leaders met yesterday to

discuss the growing kibble crisis.

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

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