The Man Called Flintstone Page #5

will take you to the flight deck.

-Well, thank you.

-First-class passengers this way.

Come on, Wilma.

Hold it, bud. Last class that way.

-And don't walk on the carpet.

-Oh. Uh, yes, sir.

Fred, why don't you get

some magazines?.

Yeah, yeah. Good idea.

Book. Book.

-And a coloring book for Pebbles.

FRED:
Ha, ha. All right.

I can hardly wait to report

to the Green Goose...

...how we eliminated Rock Slag.

-Look.

-Our reward will be great.

Look. Look. By the newsstand.

We'll live like kings.

We'll die like dogs.

BOBO:
But how could it be?.

There's not a scratch on him.

When the Green Goose

finds out we failed...

...there'll be plenty of scratches on us.

This time I'll make sure.

You missed.

[LAUGHlNG]

[SPLUTTERlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY]

Oh, how exciting. I've never been

on a helicopter before.

Hold on to Daddy, Pebbly-Poo.

Helicopter.

[PEBBLES GlBBERS]

Heh, heh. She said "Helicopter. "

[LAUGHS]

Here's the flight deck.

I wonder how Barney's making out.

-Hurry, Barney, or we'll miss the plane.

-I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying.

-Why is the flight deck way up here, pilot?.

-Well, it's a big airplane...

...so we use jet propulsion

to get airborne.

Jet propulsion?.

Yeah. You see, the plane is attached...

...to that launching device

at the edge of the cliff.

When the pilot is ready,

he gives the signal.

The launching crew releases the retaining

rope and the plane takes off.

Oh, my, what will they think of next?.

Come on, Wilma, let's get aboard.

MAN [OVER PA] :
Flight 70 for Paris

now boarding at Gate 5.

Fasten your seat belts, please,

we' re ready to take off.

-Got your seat belt fastened, honey?.

-Uh-huh.

-Ready for takeoff?.

-Roger.

Let her go.

I wish we were already there, Fred.

I feel a little nervous.

Oh, nonsense, honey. There isn't a safer

place in the world than right here.

Let him have it.

All right, who's the wise guy?.

Why don't you go see

how Betty and Barney are doing?.

Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Uh, pardon me, miss.

Uh, where are the last class passengers?.

-All the way back, sir.

FRED:
Thank you. Thank you.

-Be back in a minute, dear.

-All right, Fred.

Here he comes.

[HUMMlNG]

Now's our chance.

Second class.

Boy, they sure pack them in tight.

Third class.

Wow, a double-decker.

If it's this bad here,

last class must really be something.

Barney. Betty.

-Hello, Fred.

-Hi, neighbor.

You wanna take our seats for a while?.

-Thanks, but we'll be landing pretty soon.

-Okay. See you later.

-I'm all finished, Ali.

-Just in time, Bobo. Here he comes.

[GRUNTS]

How could it be?.

I sawed the hole right here.

[SNORlNG]

-Fred, look.

-Huh?. Huh?. What is it?.

-We're over Paris.

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