The Flintstones Page #4

WILMA:

So is everybody else in Bedrock.

That kibble crisis is getting

worse every day.

She puts two giant slices of bread into a toaster. Two

claw-like devices hold the toast, pulling it out of

sight.

WILMA:

I'm afraid Dino's going to have to

manage on leftovers from Pebbles

and me.

FRED:

(sitting down)

And what's wrong with my leftovers?

WILMA:

I'll let you know when I see

some.

RADIO WOODPECKER (O.S.)

(finishing up)

... Scientists from B.C.

University report that the

footprints of the Xenosaurus match

no known animal.

(CONTINUED)

8.

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PEBBLES:

Mommy, is the bad Ze-ze-zenosaurus

gonna get me and eat me up?

WILMA:

Of course not, baby.

FRED:

That's right, sweetheart. The

only thing that's gonna eat you

up is --me!

And he grabs her and bites her and tickles her.

PEBBLES:

(giggling, calming)

I'm still a little scared...

FRED:

Pebbles, don't worry. These

stories are very exaggerated.

Like, you know, the boogyman?

There's no such thing as a huge,

inhuman reptile that attacks

without warning -

WHAM! Dino reappears, bounding through the window

and knocking Fred onto the floor. Once again Dino is

happily licking and loving and cuddling his callously

unresponsive owner. Fred struggles to avoid the

slurping tongue, pulls himself up to the window sill,

looks out.

FRED:

--Oh, look, everybody, the mailman

is here -

"YI-YI-YI-YI!" DINO buys it again, runs to the door,

lets himself out. This time Fred puts a chair against

the door.

Meanwhile, Wilma turns at the sound of the TOASTER

POPPING UP. We see that the "claws" we saw earlier were

the actual claws of a LOBSTER in a little fireproof suit

who is tucked inside the toaster. As Wilma takes the

toast, the Lobster blows on his claws, wincing, then

looks TOWARDS the CAMERA.

LOBSTER:

Well, it beats working in a

seafood restaurant...

(CONTINUED)

9.

19 CONTINUED:
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FRED:

(taking the toast)

Thanks, Wilma...

Fred slaps jelly on the toast, takes a big bite, and then

something outside the window catches his eye.

20 HIS POV -STREET 20

A paperboy on a wood-and-stone bicycle is coming rapidly

towards the house. In the bike's basket is a stack of

dried, rock-hard clay tablets.

21 BACK TO SCENE 21

Fred leans out the window, waving his hands.

FRED:

Arnold! Arnold! Don't aim at

the house --please, not at the

house -

WHAM! Fred ducks back just as the stone newspaper slams

into the window frame, SMASHING a FLOWERPOT, taking out

a chunk of wall, and continuing diagonally through the

kitchen and out another window. Fred follows this

action in time to see -

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