The Flintstones' New Neighbors

Fred Flintstone:
Honest, Wilma, vultures and bats, and a dark rain cloud over the roof. They HAD to be taking it to the city dump.

Wilma Flintstone:
Vultures and bats? Who'd want to live in a creepy house like that?

Fred Flintstone:
I don't know, well whoever they are, I wouldn't want to know them.

Barney Rubble:
[knocking] Hey Fred, open up!

Betty Rubble:
[Fred opens the door] Wilma, you poor dear, I'm so sorry.

Wilma Flintstone:
About what?

Fred Flintstone:
Yeah, what do you mean?

Barney Rubble:
Oh bad news, Fred, look out the window. [Fred and Wilma look out the window]

Wilma Flintstone:
Fred!

Fred Flintstone:
No! Tell me it isn't true!

Wilma Flintstone:
[the spooky house is next door to them] That looks like the creepy house you were telling me about!

Fred Flintstone:
They must've bought the lot next door!

Barney Rubble:
Looks like somebody's moving a house, sheesh what a spooky looking place.

Fred Flintstone:
Where do you suppose they're moving it to, the city dump?

Barney Rubble:
[thunder crashes, lightning strikes and a vulture laughs] Wow! Did you see that?

Fred Flintstone:
[comes back up from hiding] How would you like to have that living next door to you?

Barney Rubble:
There goes the neighborhood.

Fred Flintstone:
[a long green hairy hand with claws puts out a milk bottle and shuts the door] What the heck was that?

Barney Rubble:
Looks like a milk bottle with a note in it.

Fred Flintstone:
I know that! I mean the hand, the giant hairy hand!

Betty Rubble:
Look! There it is again!

Barney Rubble:
Yeah and it's pulling in the clothesline.

Wilma Flintstone:
A shirt with 4 sleeves? I don't believe it.

Betty Rubble:
Would you believe a 2 neck sweater?

Barney Rubble:
Or a pair of pants with 4 legs?

Wilma Flintstone:
We're Wilma, Fred, and Pebbles.

Hidea Frankenstone:
[shakes Fred's hand] So nice to meet you, Pebbles.

Fred Flintstone:
[points to Pebbles] That's Pebbles.

Hidea Frankenstone:
Oh I'm so sorry, please forgive me, Wilma.

Fred Flintstone:
[points to Wilma] SHE'S Wilma!

Hidea Frankenstone:
Goodness, I'm so terrible with names.

Frank Frankenstone:
[Stubby comes up from the basement] And this is our youngest, Stubby.

Hidea Frankenstone:
Stubby, say hello to Mrs. Flintstone.

Stubby Frankenstone:
Hello.

Wilma Flintstone:
Hello Stubby, what're you doing with that shovel?

Stubby Frankenstone:
Digging graves in the cellar.

Fred Flintstone:
Huh? D-digging graves in the ce-cellar?

Hidea Frankenstone:
[laughs] It keeps him in the house you know.

Wilma Flintstone:
Who bought the lot next door?

Fred Flintstone:
Who? The creeps that live in a creepy house like that, that's who.

Barney Rubble:
Aw, cheer up, Fred. It could've been worse.

Fred Flintstone:
How? What do you mean?

Barney Rubble:
They could've moved next door to *me*. [he laughs]