A Flintstone Christmas (1977) Movie Script

[instrumental music]

Gee, mommy.

Can't you go faster?

I wanna get the tree home.

Your daddy will have a great

time decorating it, Pebbles.

Yeah,

it's a beautiful tree, Wilma.

(Wilma)

Thanks, Betty.

[music continues]

[bells jingling]

[bell ringing]

Another Christmas here already,

huh, Fred?

Yeah. Heh heh. What a great time

of the year, Barn.

[train whistles]

Hey, look at those toys.

Boy, oh, boy, aren't they great?

'I never had toys like that

when I was a kid.'

[chuckles] Yeah. The kids today

don't know how good they have it.

[bell ringing]

Merry Christmas, Santa.

Ho ho ho!

And a Merry Christmas to you.

[laughs] Look at all

those happy faces, Barn.

There's just no other holiday

like it.

[chuckles]

Yeah, that's for sure, Fred.

There you go.

And ho ho ho, my good Santa.

Ho ho ho!

And a Merry Christmas!

A few more of those ho-ho-hos

and you'll be bro-o-oke

for Christmas.

Well, I just can't say no

to Santa Claus.

Vroom.

Well, those guys

in those corny suits

aren't the real Santa Claus,

you know?

Oh, I wouldn't be

too sure, Fred.

He's here, he's there.

He's everywhere.

- Oh, boy.

- No, really, Fred.

♪ Why only this morning

I found ♪

♪ Dozens of Santas around ♪

♪ One in each store

at Stoney's there's four ♪

♪ And more on each corner

in town ♪

[Barney laughs]

♪ In front of each Santa

I'd pause ♪

♪ Then go

to the next one because ♪

♪ I got so confused

which one should I choose ♪

♪ I wanted the real

Santa Claus ♪

♪ I don't know

which one it is ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ There's a Santa on the roof

of the house next door ♪

♪ There's a Santa in the window

of the new toy store ♪

♪ There's another one at Rocky's

on the second floor ♪

♪ Which one

is the real Santa Claus? ♪

♪ There's a Santa with a tummy

but he looks too flat ♪

♪ And another with a pillow

only he's too fat ♪

♪ There's a Santa

with his whiskers ♪

♪ That are tied onto his hat ♪

♪ Which one

is the real Santa Claus? ♪

♪ Which one? ♪

♪ This one ♪

♪ He's the tallest Santa Claus

I ever saw ♪

♪ Just feel ♪

♪ He's real ♪

♪ Here's another with a belly ♪

♪ That is stuffed with straw ♪

♪ I have seen so many Santas

either short or tall ♪

♪ And about how many more

I can't describe them all ♪

♪ But just to play it safe

I'm gonna choose them all ♪

♪ 'Cause one

is the real Santa Claus ♪

[bells ringing]

[music continues]

♪ Here's one ♪

♪ He's fun ♪

♪ He's the finest Santa

that I've seen around ♪

♪ How sad ♪

♪ Too bad ♪

♪ Santa's stuck

inside the chimney ♪

♪ And he's upside down ♪

♪ I have seen so many Santas

either short or tall ♪

♪ And about how many more

I can't describe them all ♪

♪ But just to play it safe

I wanna choose them all ♪

♪ 'Cause one

is the real Santa Claus ♪

♪ Yes one has got to be ♪

♪ The really real to me ♪

♪ Santa Claus ♪♪

[chuckles]

I told you, Fred.

[chuckles]

That's right, Barn.

[bell ringing]

You'd never catch me

in one of those outfits.

Hey, Fred, look at this.

Aren't they cute?

Hello, there, little dino pups.

[barking]

[laughs]

That middle one reminds me

of my boss, Mr. Slate.

I wonder if Bamm-Bamm would

like a pet for Christmas.

Look, Fred, isn't he cute?

Yeah, he is kinda cute,

but what can you use him for?

Well, he could be a watchdog.

[laughs]

This little thing?

What can he do?

- Yikes!

- Bite. He he he.

[instrumental music]

(Wilma) 'Fred, what

are you doing up there?'

(Fred) 'I forgot to put the star

on the tree last night, Wilma.'

Hand it up to daddy, Pebbles.

Be careful, daddy.

Don't worry, Pebbles, daddy

knows exactly what he's doing.

Maybe you should move the ladder

a little closer, Fred.

Now, Wilma,

have a little confidence.

That's what I have, Fred.

A little confidence.

Do you think it's safe to go in

if a mighty gut isn't through

with his breakfast?

Oh, Barney, pull the bell.

Okay, but he can get real mean.

Ding ding ding.

That must be the Rubbles.

Barney said he'd drop by

and take me to work.

(Wilma)

'I'll get it.'

No, no.

No, no, no, Dino.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Slurp slurp slurp

[chuckles]

Stop it, Dino!

- Stop it!

- Down, Dino, down!

[chuckles]

Come on in.

Fred's decorating the tree.

Crash.

Oh, it is a beautiful tree.

Yeah, especially that fat

little ornament. Ha ha ha.

Very funny, Barney.

Now stop with the jokes

and get me down.

Okay, Fred, okay.

Don't forget

your Christmas spirit.

Oh, sure. Ho ho ho.

Have you asked Fred about,

you know?

Twice and he said no, no too.

You know,

but the third time's the charm.

I hope.

Well, I gotta admit, Fred,

it looks pretty good.

Yep. Now I gotta find a place

for this last ornament.

No problem, Fred.

Here's the perfect place for it.

Are you kiddin', Barn?

This is the perfect spot for it.

I wouldn't hang it there, Fred.

"I wouldn't hang it there,

Fred." Why not?

Uh, don't look now, Fred,

but here comes the why not?

[gasps]

Crash

[tinkling]

You okay, daddy?

Yeah.

[laughs]

Good thinking, Fred.

You broke the tree's fall.

[laughs]

Barney, get me out of here.

Oh, don't worry, Fred.

Bamm-Bamm will fix it.

After all, he's the strongest

little boy in the world.

(Wilma)

'That's very nice, Bamm-Bamm.'

Thank you, Auntie Wilma.

Why don't you and Pebbles

listen to some records?

'Mommy has to talk to daddy.'

Okay, mommy.

Come on, Bamm-Bamm.

Okay.

Oh, uh, Fred.

It's the day before Christmas

and there's the party tonight.

Right, the Ladies'

Auxiliary Party

for the Bedrock Orphanage and...

Yeah, I know

what you're gonna ask, Betty

and for the third time,

the answer is no.

Hey, uh, what are they

gonna ask, Fred?

We want Fred to play Santa.

It would be a joke, Wilma.

The guys at work

would never let me live it down.

Besides, where would you get

a suit big enough to fit him?

[laughs]

You see what I mean?

Come on, Barn,

we'd better get to work.

- Have a good day, dear.

- Oh, thanks, Betty.

Thought I forgot, huh?

He he he.

It sure is hard

to stay mad at him.

[both laughing]

[instrumental music]

Screech.

- Thanks, Barney. See you later.

- Uh, just be good today, Fred.

Remember, Santa comes tonight

and he knows who's been naughty

and who's been nice.

[laughs]

"He knows who's been naughty

and who's been nice."

Oh, boy.

(male #1)

Hey, Fred.

Mr. Slate's waitin' to see you

in his office.

- Uh, M-M-Mr. Slate? Me?

- Don't worry, Fred.

I'll help you look for

another job after the holidays.

[laughs]

I haven't been late.

I'm conscientious.

I'm diligent.

I don't take long lunch hours.

What does he wanna see me for?

Ting.

Goin' down!

(Fred)

What could it be?

I wonder what he wants

to see me about.

Hurry it up, Otis.

This is supposed to be

an express elevator.

Huh?

[Fred mumbling]

I treat the equipment right.

I stay late sometimes.

Wow. What could it be?

[clicking]

- Uh, eh, excuse me.

- Yes?

Um, um, uh,

Mr. Slate wants to see me.

- Name?

- Eh, Flintstone.

- Fred Flintstone.

- One moment.

Mr. Slate,

a Mr. Flintstone to see you.

Squawk.

Mr. Slate, a Mr. Flintstone

is there to see you.

Send him in.

Squawk.

'Send him in.'

[squawk]

- You can go in.

- Uh, thanks.

Eh, it's a living.

Flintstone, how long

have you been with me?

Eh, eh, uh, not nearly

long enough, Mr. Slate.

[chuckles]

I want you to think

about another job.

Oh, no, please, Mr. Slate.

I really need this job.

Don't throw me out

in the street, please.

- Flintstone.

- Yes?

Could you grovel standing up?

- Yes, sir.

- Fred.

The Ladies' Auxiliary

is having a Christmas party

for underprivileged kids tonight

and Mrs. Slate wants you

to play Santa Claus.

- Me?

- Yep.

[stutters]

That's the other job?

Right.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

I'll be happy

to play Santa Claus.

'Oh, what an honor.

What a privilege.'

Please thank Mrs. Slate for me.

[clears throat] I guess it's

because of my acting, huh?

No, it's because you're fat.

Wise guy.

[clears throat]

Uh, I'm very busy, Flintstone.

Uh, take the Santa Claus suit

on your way out.

Yes, sir.

Oh, you can count on me, boss.

I won't let you

and Mrs. Slate down. You'll see.

I'll make the best Santa

you ever saw.

I'll make those kids so happy,

you'll be proud of me.

Oh, Merry Christmas.

Flintstone, will you get out

of my closet?

Sorry, boss.

[laughs]

Merry Christmas, Mr. Slate.

Phew. Oh, boy,

oh, boy, oh, boy.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

[instrumental music]

Clack clack clack

[bell ringing]

♪ It's my favorite time

of the year ♪

♪ It's that magical time

of good cheer ♪

♪ I guess part of the reasons ♪

♪ The heart of the season ♪

♪ Of Christmas

it's practically here ♪

♪ Every shop window

up and down the boulevard ♪

♪ Has the look of a big

expensive Christmas card ♪

♪ There's a trainload of trees

at the railroad yard ♪

♪ And one of these

soon will be mine ♪

♪ Every roof

wears a blanket of snow ♪

♪ Every face

wears a holiday glow ♪

♪ All the world is revealing

that mistletoe feeling ♪

♪ That tells you

Christmas is here ♪

♪ It's my favorite ♪

♪ Time of the year ♪♪

Yabba-dabba-doo!

(Fred) Hi, Wilma, I'm

home! Oh, Wilma, Wilma.

'I'm home! Boy, have I got

somethin' to tell you.'

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't, Dino. No!

Cut-cut it out, Dino.

Will you cut it out? Get off me.

Wilma!

[laughs]

He sure loves you, Fred.

Now get off, Dino.

[Dino mumbles]

Thanks, Wilma.

Wow, you'll never guess

what happened.

- You've cancelled Christmas.

- Oh, come on, Wilma.

I love Christmas

as much as anyone.

I am gonna play Santa Claus

at the Women's Auxiliary.

You're what? What made you

change your mind, Fred?

Well, when I got to work

Mr. Slate invited me

into his office.

He offered me a cigar, you know,

tryin' to butter me up?

Uh-huh. Go on.

Yeah, well, he said

Mrs. Slate wanted me to do it

and that he agreed because

of my fantastic acting ability.

Yuk.

Oh, sure, Fred.

Well, maybe he didn't put it

exactly like that.

Oh, it doesn't matter, Fred.

I think you'll be

a terrific Santa

because you're lovable.

Thanks, honey. He he he.

- Hey, is Pebbles around?

- No.

She's playing next door

with Bamm-Bamm.

Good. Then I can try

on my Santa suit.

Gosh, Wilma.

The least they could have done

was gotten me a new suit.

Well, you'll look just fine

once you put

the Santa hat on, Fred.

Ta-da!

Hey, you're right, honey.

What'd I tell you, Fred?

You're a perfect Santa Claus.

Yeah. He he.

I always said you had

terrific taste, Wilma.

Ho ho ho!

You hear that, Wilma?

Pretty good, huh?

- Ho ho...

- 'Ho ho!'

- Uh-oh.

- Congratulations, Wilma.

Uh, how did you

finally talk him into it?

I didn't. It was Mrs. Slate.

- 'Bless her!'

- You see, Fred?

Everyone knows you're

the one guy to play Santa Claus.

[laughs] After all, you've

got the round little belly

'that shakes like a bowl

full of jelly!'

[laughs]

Eh?

Eh, just throwin' myself

into the part, Barn.

Terrific, 'cause you sure

got a lot to throw.

[laughs]

Very funny, Barney,

but watch it.

I'm leaving now, Fred.

Betty and I promised to help

get things ready

for the party tonight.

We'll take Pebbles

and Bamm-Bamm with us.

Good idea, Wilma.

You're gonna make a lot

of children happy

by playing Santa tonight.

Oh, I'm proud of you, Fred.

Mwah.

See you later, honey.

You sure got

a great girl there, Fred.

Boy, do I ever, Barney.

[rumbles]

What's that?

Thud.

What was that?

[intense music]

Over there, Fred.

'It looks like someone

really took a spill.'

(Fred)

Yeah, come on.

Okay, Barney,

grab a leg and pull.

[both grunts]

Come on. Argh. Yah!

Thud.

It's a pair of boots.

Those are my boots,

so hand them over.

Wow-wee! It's Santa Claus!

Yeah, you're a long way

from your corner, Santa.

Well, so are you.

Ho ho ho.

Huh? Oh, the suit!

Well, I'm playing Santa

at a Christmas party tonight.

Yeah, everybody gets

into the act this time of year.

Psst. Hey, Fred.

I think he is the real Santa.

And I think you flipped

when he slipped, pal.

I didn't slip, Flintstone.

I tripped!

When are you ever going

to fix your roof?

It's like an obstacle course.

My roof?

Hey, Barney,

this guy really plays

his part to the hilt.

I, uh, seem to have sprained

my ankle.

Oh, of all nights to do it.

Yeah, we better

bring him inside, Barney.

Gee, Fred. He really could be

Santa, you know?

Yeah and I could be

the Easter Bunny.

[laughs]

(Santa)

Oh. Careful.

Easy. Oh.

[panting]

Thanks, gentlemen.

Um, do you mind if I use

your phone, Flintstone?

Okay. Hey, but no

long-distance calls.

Hello, operator? Will you please

get me the North Pole?

North Pole?

Oh, boy, Barn, we got

a real lulu on our hands.

Hey, uh, you should not talk

about Santa that way, Fred.

'Cause he not only knows when

you've been naughty and nice

he knows when you've called him

a lulu.

Alright, operator,

but please, hurry.

Hey, Barn, get over to your

house and call the asylum.

Tell 'em we've got

one of their guys here.

Uh, gee, Fred,

uh, I don't know.

Will you quit being so gullible

and get movin'?

Mmm, maybe Fred's right.

Maybe Santa really isn't Santa.

Maybe, he's, uh..

[chiming]

Hey, hey, Fred! Fred!

Screech

Barney, will you stop yellin'?

Just get goin'

and make that call.

[muffled]

What are you tryin' to say?

Uh, on the roof.

Santa's reindeer!

Barney, there's nothing

up on the..

Santa's reindeer.

What'd I tell you, Barn?

It's really Santa Claus.

In there!

In my house!

So what have I been tellin' him?

Come on,

we gotta make him comfortable.

Oh, there, there, Mr. Claus.

Uh, is that better,

Mr. Claus?

Are you quite comfortable there,

Mr. Claus?

Well, yes, uh, thanks, gentle

uh, uh, gentle,

uh, uh, gentle..

Achoo!

Oh-oh, Mr. Claus, sir.

It, uh, looks like

you're catchin' a cold.

Yes, Rubble.

Sniff sniff.

As if a sprained ankle

wasn't bad enough.

Well, if you don't mind

my saying so, Santa

I don't see

how you can be expected to fly

all over the world

in your condition.

Yeah, right, uh,

going through snowstorms

and climbin'

up and down chimneys..

You're absolutely right,

Flintstone, but if I don't

millions of children

will be disappointed.

Santa, you wanna get someone

to take your place.

Right, Flintstone, but where

am I gonna get somebody

that jolly, that dedicated,

this fat?

Hey, Santa.

Have I got an idea?

The perfect substitute

is standing right there.

- Where?

- Fred, I mean you.

Me? Fill in for Santa Claus?

Well, at least you look

the part.

Y-y-yeah, Fred,

a-and I could be your elf.

Ho ho ho!

That's a good idea, Rubble.

And all it takes

is a little Christmas magic.

[chiming]

Gee, look at me.

I'm Santa's helper.

[chuckles]

We're a team now, Fred.

Mmm, well, not quite, Rubble.

Uh, we've got to do something

about that suit...

Fred is wearing.

[chiming]

(Barney)

It's a perfect fit, Fred.

[laughs]

If I didn't know

you were you, Flintstone

I'd think you were me.

Yeah, but really being Santa's

a big important job.

How can I deliver Christmas

presents all over the world

in just one night?

Oh, there's nothing to it.

Now just listen carefully

and I'll give you

a few pointers.

'Now watch out

for low-flying pterodactyls'

'and for TV aerials

when you come in for landings'

'and for reindeer, yes.'

'Snap the reins

once for take-off'

'twice for left-turn..'

- 'Three times for right.'

- Right.

'One slow, and two fast

for reverse and..'

'You got that, Flintstone?'

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Leave it to me.

It's in the able hands

of Fred Flintstone.

Come on, Barn.

- Oop.

- Oh, boy.

I hope he flies

better than he walks.

[chiming]

Uh, I can't remember how Santa

said to start this thing, Barn.

Well, you just call out

the names

of all the reindeer, Fred.

Yeah. Oh, oh, yeah. Yeah.

On, Jumper!

On, uh, uh, Thunder.

'On, Bouncer, and, uh, Plunder!'

- 'On, uh..'

- Oh, oh, oh, Fred. Fred.

It's-it's on, Dasher,

on, Dancer, on, Prancer.

On, Vixen, on, Comet, on, Cupid,

on Donner, on Blitzen!

[instrumental music]

(Fred) I did it! I did it! I remembered!

Fred, you're really getting

the hang of this thing.

Santa will be proud of you.

Thanks, Barn.

You know something?

I think I was made for this job.

Yabba-dabba-doo!

Thud.

- Hey. Hey, Fred. You okay?

- Sure, I'm okay.

There's nothing I like better

than fallin' down chimneys.

Now throw down the presents.

Thud.

Thanks, Barn.

Well, the kids are sure

having a good time, Mr. Slate.

So far, Wilma,

but this party will be a bust

without Santa Claus.

Wherever he is.

Hey, Fred. You about finished?

(Fred) 'I've been finished a long time.'

'I just can't get back up.'

[grunting]

It's..

Thud.

Oh, um, why don't you try

the front door?

The front door?

I was just gonna try that.

Yeow!

Hurry, Barney,

let's get out of here!

[instrumental music]

How come I have to go down

the chimney, Fred?

'I'm just an elf.'

Because we'll never get finished

if you don't.

'You'll fit better than I do.'

[laughs]

That's a fact.

Now when I say go

you lower yourself

down the chimney.

Yeah, okay, Fred.

I'm the elf and you're the boss.

Here goes.

What the..

Barney!

Thud.

'Next time wait till I say go!'

[instrumental music]

♪ Sleigh bells ring

to say it's Christmas ♪

♪ Children sing

the song of Christmas ♪

♪ Santa brings

the joy of Christmas ♪

♪ All on Christmas Day ♪

♪ The sound of toy trains going

chugga chugga down the track ♪

♪ Down the track

around then coming back ♪

♪ A chugga chugga jumpin' Jack ♪

♪ The sound of mama dolls ♪

♪ Say mama-mama-mama

and mama ♪

♪ A tootie-tootie horn ♪

♪ And a drum

that goes bang bang ♪

♪ Oohs and aahs

we hear on Christmas ♪

♪ Squeals and yells

we cheer on Christmas ♪

♪ Children bring

the joy of Christmas ♪

♪ Sounds of Christmas Day ♪

♪ The happy sounds

you hear on Christmas Day ♪♪

[laughs] We've gone halfway

around the world already, Barney.

This is a snap.

(Barney) Yeah, looks

like we're over China now.

Oh, you're doin' great, Fred.

I'm sure havin' fun

bein' Santa's little helper.

[laughs]

I wouldn't miss this

for the world.

On, Dasher.

On, Dancer. On.. Oh-oh!

Looks like we're headin'

into a storm.

Correction, pal.

We are in a storm.

Hold on! I'll see

if we can fly over it.

Giddy-up, reindeer!

Up. Up. Up!

[dramatic music]

This must be

what they call bumpy air.

(Barney) 'Yeah, and we

just bumped the presents out.'

- What do we do now?

- Oh, boy.

There's a million kids

out there countin' on us.

Uh, look, Fred. Isn't that

one of those CB radios?

It sure is.

Well, maybe you could

reach Santa Claus

and find out what to do.

Yeah. Ahem.

Hello, Santa?

Not that way, Fred,

you gotta use CB talk.

Eh, let me show you.

Breaker, breaker.

Sky Sled to Big Red.

- Do you have a copy?

- A copy of what?

It means do you understand

and can you hear me?

(Barney) 'Uh, Sky Sled to

Big Red. Do you have a copy?'

Huh? What? Who said that?

(Barney) 'Sky Sled to Big Red.

Do you have a copy, Big Red?'

You're wall to wall

and treetop tall.

'And you don't have to tell me.

You blew it.'

It's true!

Santa does know everything.

Let me talk to him.

Santa? It's me, it's Fred.

We were doin' great until

we ran into the storm and..

Slow down, Flintstone.

Slow down.

Did you say storm?

(Fred)

'That's right, Santa.'

We're okay

and so are the reindeer

but we still need presents

for half the kids in the world.

Well, there's nothing to do,

but go to my workshop

at the North Pole

and pick up another load.

(Fred)

Hey, that's a terrific idea.

But tell me,

how do we get there?

(Santa) 'Just tell the

reindeer to head for home.'

- 'They know the way.'

- Thanks, Santa.

Okay, guys, you heard Santa.

Let's head for home.

(Barney)

North Pole, here we come.

That's right,

t-they're on their way, dear.

They lost the presents.

They're a couple of bumblers

but their hearts

are in the right place.

[instrumental music]

Oh, my goodness.

Yes, Mr. Flintstone, Mr. Rubble.

My husband phoned

you were coming

and our elves have

almost finished filling up

a whole new sack of presents.

- Gosh, Santa's workshop.

- Wow.

(Barney) 'Hey, those rocking

dinos are just like the one'

'I had when I was a kid.'

(Fred) 'Yeah, and I had

one of those model trains.'

[chuckles]

I loved playing with it

whenever I could get it away

from my father.

It sure is a busy place,

Mrs. Claus.

Well, Mr. Flintstone

we've got the biggest

Christmas list of all to fill.

- 'Every child in the world.'

- Yeah.

Well, we'll have you

on your way again

as soon as we finish

a few more toys.

- Maybe we can help.

- Yeah, we're good with tools.

(Mrs. Claus) Well, that

would be very nice, gentlemen.

We need all the help we can get.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Hey, Fred, look at the elves.

They're tootin' the horn.

- Yeah, Barn, I like it.

- Hey, what is it?

[giggling]

♪ It's a brand-new type

of Christmas song ♪

♪ You don't sing

you only toot a horn ♪

♪ With the.. ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ And the.. ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Toot toot toot toot too ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Toot toot toot toot ♪

♪ Lalala la

la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ Toot toot toot toot ♪

- Beautiful, beautiful, yeah.

- Beautiful, beautiful.

Hey, how did you do that?

Wooh!

♪ First you push

the dinky-doodle ♪

♪ And then start

that thingamajig ♪

♪ The gramus turns the gramus

on the gadget ♪

♪ It's very scientific

and it makes a lot of noise ♪

♪ But the super duper

whatchamacallit ♪

♪ Makes terrific toys ♪

[instrumental music]

- Here, Barn.

- Hey, be my guest, Fred.

[instrumental music]

♪ It's a brand-new kind

of Christmas song ♪

♪ We don't sing

we only toot along ♪

♪ With a.. ♪

[trumpet music]

♪ And a.. ♪

[trumpet music]

♪ You'll have a happy time ♪

♪ Of fun and tooting ♪

♪ It's gotta feel good ♪

♪ There's nothing to it ♪

♪ You just.. ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ When we play

this Merry Christmas song ♪♪

Hey, Fred, that's really fun.

Yeah, Barn, ain't it beautiful?

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

All set. Here we go.

- On, uh, uh, on, uh..

- Dasher.

Quiet, Barney.

I know what I'm doing.

On, Dasher. On, uh, on, uh..

- Dancer.

See, I told you, I know.

On Dasher, on Dancer,

on Prancer, on Vixen.

Goodbye, Mr. Flintstone.

Goodbye, Mr. Rubble.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, goodbye.

- So long.

Now watch out for storms!

Don't worry, Mrs. Claus.

We'll be okay.

And thanks for everything.

- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, gentlemen.

- Merry Christmas.

Gee, Fred,

isn't she a nice lady?

Yeah, no wonder

Santa's so jolly.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

- 'We want Santa.'

- We want Santa. We want Santa.

- We want Santa. We want..

Children, please, Santa

should be here any minute now

'because Santa loves

little children'

and he better get here soon.

Oh, Betty, I'm really worried

about the boys.

They should have been here

a long time ago.

Don't worry, Wilma.

They're probably just planning

a dramatic entrance.

Well, if they don't

get here soon

it'll be a very dramatic exit

for Fred

when Mr. Slate throws him out

on his ear.

Some Christmas present

that'll be.

A pink slip.

[chuckles] It's going like

clockwork, Barney. Watch this.

Bull's eye, Fred.

[chuckles] Too bad you

can't drop a bowling ball

down the old alley like that.

Watch this one, Barn.

'I call it the old twistaroo.'

(Barney) 'And you just

made another kid happy.'

[laughing]

This is more fun

than having a party.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.

What's the matter, Fred?

The party, the Christmas party.

- We forgot all about it.

- Oh-oh.

I'm done for, Barn.

Mr. Slate will kill me.

Uh, before or after

he fires you?

That'll be a great present

for Wilma and Pebbles.

Don't give up yet, Fred.

Maybe Santa can tell us

how to speed things up

so we can get back to Bedrock.

Yeah, maybe he can.

Calling Big Red.

Urgent! Urgent!

[instrumental music]

What did I tell you, Fred?

Didn't I tell you Santa

would come up with something?

[laughing]

Yeah, pushing that super speed

button really did it.

Get ready, Barn.

Here's another town.

Presents away!

(Fred)

'Merry Christmas.'

(Barney)

'Merry Christmas.'

(Fred)

'Ho ho ho!'

'Merry Christmas.'

[music continues]

(Fred)

You know, Barn.

We just might make it back

to Bedrock in time

for the party after all.

- 'We want Santa.'

- We want Santa. We want Santa.

- We want Santa.

I can understand

the kids being upset, Wilma.

And Mr. Slate too.

[groans]

Wait till I get my hands

on that Flintstone.

(Barney)

'Swiss village at 10,000 feet.'

(Fred) 'Stand-by for final

Christmas presents drop.'

'Merry Christmas.'

Final drop completed,

substitute Santa Claus.

Good work,

substitute Santa's helper.

Okay, team.

Next stop, Bedrock.

'Yabba-dabba-doo!'

- 'We want Santa.'

- We want Santa. We want Santa.

- We want Santa.

Wilma, if I have to go out

and tell those kids

Santa isn't going to be here...

Oh, I just know Fred

will be here soon, Mr. Slate.

Well, if he isn't here

in one minute

he needn't show up at all,

here or at work.

Mama, Santa's not coming,

is he?

Oh, Pebbles,

we can't give up hope.

Hope?

(Wilma)

'Yes, like that Christmas tree.'

'Those sparkling decorations

all mean hope.'

♪ Hope is waking

Christmas time ♪

♪ Knowing Santa's

been and gone ♪

♪ Hope can make

a wish come true ♪

♪ Maybe fill your stocking too ♪

♪ Hope is knowing what will be ♪

♪ Underneath

your Christmas tree ♪

♪ Hope is when

your laughter rings ♪

♪ Hope is sharing things ♪

♪ Hope brings cheer ♪

♪ And Santa's

sleigh bells ringing ♪

♪ Hope can hear ♪

♪ The voice of angel singing ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ Hope is like a dream

you make ♪

♪ It's a dream

when you're awake ♪

♪ Everyone needs hope

because hope ♪

♪ Believes in Santa Claus ♪♪

[instrumental music]

[both scream]

Thud.

- Santa!

It's Santa Claus.

[all cheering]

Ho ho ho!

Uh, yeah, and uh,

ho ho ho from Santa's elf.

(Fred)

'Merry Christmas!'

(Barney)

'Merry Christmas, everyone.'

- 'Merry Christmas, Santa.'

Betty, they made it.

Oh, and doesn't Barney

look cute as an elf?

Ten seconds more and you would

have been fired, Flintstone.

But not after an entrance

like that.

Welcome, Santa Claus.

- Welcome to Bedrock.

- Uh, gee, thanks, Mr. Slate.

And now what about the presents

for all the children, Santa?

Right here in Santa's sack, Mr..

Uh-oh, I forgot.

We got rid

of all the presents, Barn.

(all)

Presents, presents.

- We want presents.

Hey, what about some

of that Christmas magic, Fred?

- Maybe it'll work for you.

- I'll give it a try, Barn.

I can't lose anything.

What are you two talking about?

Where are the presents?

Uh, right here, sir.

I hope.

[children cheering]

You did it. You did it.

Yeah. He he he.

I guess there's a little

Christmas magic in all of us.

Hey, hey, Fred.

You know something?

We forgot

about the real Santa Claus.

Uh-oh, you're right, pal.

He's gonna wanna be heading back

to the North Pole.

Time for us to make our exit.

Come on.

[instrumental music]

(Santa) 'Ho ho, you did a

fine job, Fred and Barney.'

If I ever get in a spot again,

I'll give you a call.

Anytime, Santa, anytime.

You know, once you get the hang

of it, it's a lot of fun.

[laughing] And you can be

sure Fred will always fit the part.

[laughing]

Yeah, and that goes for you,

too, little elf.

[laughs]

(Santa) 'Well, there's just one

more thing you can do for me, Fred.'

- Just name it, Santa.

- You can give me back my suit.

I'd hate anyone to see me flying

around in my long underwear.

[laughs]

Yeah, gee and I was just

getting used to it.

(Wilma) Oh, just wait till

I get my hands on Fred.

Running out on us like that.

Yeah, first they worry us

all night long

and then they skip out

on the clean-up assignment.

'I'm going to give Barney

a piece of my mind too.'

Uh-oh, something tells me

the girls have already forgotten

the Christmas spirit.

Oh, yeah, especially

the part that says.

Goodwill toward men

and your husbands most of all.

Not to mention Santa's.

I'd better be flying, my friends

or my wife will be mad, too.

Uh, one last question

before you go, Santa.

Certainly, Fred.

What is it?

(Fred) 'I finally got the knack

of going down the chimneys'

but I sure had trouble

getting back up.

Tell me, what's the secret?

(Santa)

'Ho ho ho, I'm sorry, Fred.'

I should have told you.

You just lay your finger

alongside your nose

and give a nod.

- And up the chimney he goes.

- Amazing.

(Wilma)

'So there you are.'

Daddy, daddy,

we saw Santa Claus.

And his little elf, wow.

Now, Wilma, let me explain.

Go ahead and it had

better be good, Fred.

That goes for you too, Barney.

What happened tonight?

Gee, Betty, we had to pitch in

and help Santa

'when he fell off the roof

and hurt his ankle.'

That's right, we had to fly

around the world

to deliver

all the Christmas presents.

[laughs]

Oh, sure, Fred.

(Fred)

'But, Wilma..'

Come on, Fred. You don't

have to make up stories.

Not when you're so cute

in your Santa suit.

(Betty) 'And you were

such a cute little elf, Barney.'

- They don't believe us, Barn.

- Of course, we don't.

But we do forgive you.

And to prove it, here's

your Christmas present, Barney.

Thanks, Betty.

And here's your present.

Oh, thank you, Barney. Mwah!

And here's your present, Fred.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, thanks, Wilma.

And here's, uh, here's, uh..

[mumbling]

[chiming]

"To Wilma, from Fred."

Why, Fred!

What a clever way

to give me my present.

[laughs] 'I almost

thought you'd forgotten.'

He he, why, Wilma, me forget?

Ho ho ho.

Oh, I hope it's those

saber tooth earrings

I've had my eye on.

- Oh, look, Betty, it is.

- Oh, how beautiful, Wilma.

Oh, thank you, Fred. Mwah!

'I love them.'

Don't thank me, Wilma.

Thank Santa.

[sleigh bells jingling]

- Mommy.

- Daddy.

- It's Santa Claus.

It's Santa Claus

and his reindeer.

And he's flying away in the sky.

[laughs]

Isn't it wonderful

the imagination these kids have?

- Bye-bye, Santa.

- Goodbye, Santa.

- Bye.

See you next year, Santa.

[chuckles]

Talk about kids, Wilma.

[laughs]

Well, you two certainly

have the Christmas spirit.

- We sure do, Wilma.

- We sure do. Ha ha ha.

(Santa) Merry Christmas,

everyone! Merry Christmas.

'Merry Christmas to all!'

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

A Flintstone Christmas (1977) - full transcript