The Flintstones Page #5

22 HIS DRIVEWAY -THROUGH THE OTHER WINDOW 22

The rock paper drops like a foul shot, rips through the

canvas roof of Fred's car, and then bangs a huge dent

in the hood.

23 BACK TO SCENE 23

Fred sighs, turns back to his breakfast.

WILMA:

Lucky it wasn't the Sunday paper.

FRED:

(slight smile)

Yeah. What else can go wrong?

He slices through the big egg with his knife --releasing

a baby PTERODACTYL which SQUAWKS and flaps, knocking Fred

over as it takes off through the window.

DISSOLVE TO:

24 EXT. FLINTSTONE DRIVEWAY -LATER 24

Fred --now dressed for work --is forlornly trying to

fix his car.

(CONTINUED)

10.

24 CONTINUED:
24

In the neighboring driveway, Wilma and Betty pile the

kids into Betty's car.

BETTY:

(wiping their mouths)

Come on, kids. Time for nursery

school.

PEBBLES:

'Bye-bye, Daddy.

FRED:

'Bye, little sweetheart.

(as Wilma clears

her throat)

'Bye, big sweetheart.

Fred kisses them both and they drive off. Fred sighs,

tries to stretch the canvas roof edges close enough to

stitch. Nearby, Dino struggles to drag the stone newspaper

inside the house. The twin headlines are, of

course, KIBBLE CRISIS GROWS and MYSTERIOUS XENOSAURUS

STRIKES AGAIN.

Suddenly a pink flamingo appears over the hedge. As its

mouth opens and closes, it appears to be talking, but

the voice is that of -

BARNEY:

Nice morning, huh, Fred?

FRED:

What's nice about it?

BARNEY:

Heh, hey. That Arnold's got a

real arm on him, don't he?

Now we see that Barney is holding the flamingo's stiff

legs which he scissors, making the bird's beak trim the

hedge.

FRED:

This is the third ragtop this year

... say, shouldn't you be at work?

BARNEY:

Ah, well, that appliance store and

me, we kinda had a little

adjustment -

FRED:

You got fired, didn't ya?

(CONTINUED)

11.

24 CONTINUED:
(2) 24

BARNEY:

Fred, don't start on me again. I

donno, I'm just not a nine to

five guy. I got dreams, Fred.

Ideas -

FRED:

Yeah, I know, I know, those

crazy inventions of yours. Be

honest with me, Barn... tell me

one thing you invented that

really caught on.

BARNEY:

I invented fire.

FRED:

(pause)

You invented fire?

BARNEY:

I told you that, Fred. But the

coal conglomerate ripped me off.

The case is still in court, but

meanwhile I got lotsa other

ideas -

FRED:

Yeah, but did any one of them

ever put bread on the table? How

long are you and Betty gonna live

on those penny-ante royalties you

get?

Fred pulls his car hood off of its wooden hinges,

examines it with dismay.

FRED:

If you ask me, pal, you're just

blowing smoke up your own

volcano...

BARNEY:

Maybe, Fred. But first...

He uses the flamingo's jaws to snatch the car hood

from Fred's surprised grasp.

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