The Flintstones Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 91 min
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6.
18 CONTINUED:
18RADIO WOODPECKER (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Ecological activist Ralph Naderock
warned that if new supplies of
kibble are not found, our animal-
powered civilization itself may be
threatened.
By now Dino's affection attack has knocked both master
and pet to the floor in a jumble of bedclothes, asses
and elbows. Dino begins to roll Fred across the room
like a seal playing with a ball.
FRED:
Dino, that's enough --here, look,
Daddy has a nice dino bone for
you, just please stop it -
Fred has now backed up to a dresser, where he grabs a
brightly-colored box labeled "PURINROCK DINO TREATS."
Fred holds it up --Dino gets up on two legs, eager for
the treat --Fred shakes the box... alas, nothing comes
out.
DINO "YI-YI'S" again, propelling Fred into the next room.
19 INT. FLINTSTONE KITCHEN -DAY 19
Five-year-old PEBBLES GIGGLES at the table as Fred and
Dino tumble into the room like Frank Buck and a lion.
Wilma turns at the noise. One look at her and we understand
Fred's romantic turn.
RADIO WOODPECKER (O.S.)
report that the Xenosaurus has
struck again! Yes, the fiercesome
intruder was sighted in the
Bedrock Hills for the third time
this month. Outlying shops and
residencies report extensive
looting and property destruction...
WILMA:
Fred, stop playing with Dino and
sit down. Your breakfast's
getting cold.
Saying this, Wilma puts a huge egg at Fred's place.
Meanwhile, Fred manages to get to his feet, holds out
one arm to keep Dino at bay. Fred does a big "take,"
looking out the window -
(CONTINUED)
7.
19 CONTINUED:
19FRED:
(throwing open the
door)
Oooh, Dino, look --there's a
nice big dino bone laying out on
the front lawn --!
Pause.
yeah?"
Dino gives him a big look as if to say, "Oh,
FRED:
(trying again)
--Gosh, look at that adorable
little female dino -
"YI-YI-YI-YI," DINO is out the door like a rocket. Fred
cackles, slams it shut, then sits down at the table.
FRED:
--That animal's gonna kill me
with kindness. Do you know we're
out of dino treats?
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