The Flintstones: A XXX Parody

Fred Flintstone:
Why are you inviting strange men over to our house?

Wilma Flintstone:
He's an old friend.

Betty Rubble:
Do you think Fred suspects anything?

Wilma Flintstone:
I told him he's a old friend from out of town. I think he bought it.

Betty Rubble:
Oooh! So dangerous!

Barney Rubble:
Wilma only has eyes for you. Though I have no idea why. *laughs*

Barney Rubble:
Are you crazy? They're right inside Pebbles!

Pebbles Flintstone:
And they'll be there for at least another hour! You know how they are about they're TV shows!

Mr. Slate:
What's going on with you?

Fred Flintstone:
Today is my birthday and... not a peep from anyone.

Mr. Slate:
Don't be a p*ssy Flintstone! You've had enough birthdays by now!

Barney Rubble:
Say uhh looks like Dino crapped out a small car on my sidewalk again how about giving me a hand with it?

Betty Rubble:
Wilma do you need any help in the kitchen? I'm not into poop. *giggles*

Fred Flintstone:
All right there young lady, you go right back in there and put some clothes on. I will not have my little girl running town like that.

Wilma Flintstone:
I bought her those clothes.

Fred Flintstone:
You what? No!, no. You go change now!

Pebbles Flintstone:
Ok, Daddy; by the way your looking great. Have you been working out again?

Fred Flintstone:
Well, I... uhhh...

Pebbles Flintstone:
Can I take the car tonight? Bamm-Bamm and I wanna go to the movies. Please Daddy? PLEASE with candy sugar on top please?

Fred Flintstone:
*Fred imagines Bamm-Bamm driving in the car with Pebbles.*

Fred Flintstone:
Ok, honey, but don't stay out too late, I know how young boys think and I don't want his hands all over my little girl.

Pebbles Flintstone:
Oh, Daddy, it's not his hands you need to worry about.

Fred Flintstone:
*Fred imagines Pebbles giving Bamm-Bamm a blow job.*

Pebbles Flintstone:
Kidding Daddy, just kidding. Bye. Thank you.