The Man Called Flintstone Page #3

Why, he could be Rock's twin.

His twin. I wonder if....

Why not?. It's worth a try.

Um, pardon me, sir,

uh, can I have a word with you?.

-Who, me?.

BOULDER:
Yes.

-Your country needs you.

-My country needs me?.

Now, let's see if I got this straight.

The government will send me and my

family to Paris to pick up a Green Goose...

-...because I look like this guy?.

-Right, Mr. Flintstone.

Your resemblance to our

regular messenger is fantastic.

And, as you can see, uh,

he's in no condition to make the trip.

FRED:

Yeah. Ha, ha. I can see that.

This, uh, Green Goose must be

a very valuable bird.

Very valuable. Our government

wants to put him in a cage.

Well, I had planned a camping trip

this year...

...but, um,

you, uh, did say all expenses paid?.

Every last penny.

In that case, I'll be glad to help

the government get the Green Goose.

-Good. Now raise your right hand.

-My right hand?.

-And repeat after me.

-Okay.

I will not reveal my mission to anyone.

I will not reveal my mission to anyone.

-Not even my wife.

-Not even my wife?.

Congratulations. You are now

an official secret agent.

Gosh. Heh, heh, heh.

A spy-type guy.

[CHORUS SlNGlNG "SPY TYPE GUY"]

[SlNGlNG]

[SLAG AND BOULDER SlNGlNG]

All right, Flintstone, here are

your plane tickets and some money.

-You leave for Paris in the morning.

-Oh, boy.

And remember,

your code name is Rock Slag.

Gotcha. Rock Slag.

Rock Slag, Rock Slag, Rock Slag.

Chief, are you out of your mind?.

That guy is no match

for the Green Goose and his gang.

I know, but he's our only chance.

Besides, I'll be there

to keep an eye on him.

You'd better, or that Flintstone

will be in worse shape than I am.

It's a long shot, but he just may be able

to pull it off.

Hi, Barney.

Fred. Gee, I thought

you'd never come out.

-What did the doc have to say?.

-I'm okay...

-...but I gotta cancel the camping trip.

-Cancel the camping trip?.

-Ooh-hoo, there he is.

-Who?. Who?.

-Rock Slag.

-Rock Slag?. Ooh! Purr.

-You naughty boy.

-Trying to leave without goodbye.

[NURSES GlGGLlNG AND PURRlNG]

Whoa. What a hospital plan

they have here.

I don't get it.

Now, tell me, Fred, how come

you gotta cancel our camping trip?.

Because Wilma and I are going to Paris.

Paris?. Stop the car, Fred, stop the car.

-What's the matter?.

-Look, you got a bump on your head...

...and now you think

you' re going to Paris, right?.

-Right.

-But to go to Paris you need...

-...A, money and B, plane tickets.

-Here's A.

-Money.

-And here's B.

Plane tickets.

Gosh, Fred, what's this all about?.

I'll tell you later, pal.

Right now I want to see Wilma's face

when she hears the news.

[BRAKES SCREECH]

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