jw@mck-csc.UUCP (Jeffrey Weiss) (10/09/85)
Where did Barney Rubble work, anyway? The only answer I've ever gotten is "same place as Fred", but I vehemently disagree. (When they drove each other to work, one was always dropped off while the other speeds away...they never got out together.) My sister called Hanna Barbera (sp?), and the person she spoke to didn't know, either. Bonus question: What's the line in the theme song immediatly following: "Let's ride with the family down the street."? (answer in a few days) Jeffrey Weiss McKinsey & Co., Inc. Cambridge, MA
mrc@panda.UUCP (Mike R. Connell) (10/10/85)
> Where did Barney Rubble work, anyway? The only answer I've ever gotten is Dunno that one.. > Bonus question: What's the line in the theme song immediatly following: > "Let's ride with the family down the street."? (answer in a few days) But I think the next line was "Courtesy of Fred's big feet". See ya in the funny papers.... mrc
dms@ihlpg.UUCP (Spang) (10/10/85)
> Where did Barney Rubble work, anyway? The only answer I've ever gotten is > "same place as Fred", but I vehemently disagree. (When they drove each other > to work, one was always dropped off while the other speeds away...they never > got out together.) My sister called Hanna Barbera (sp?), and the person she > spoke to didn't know, either. > Barney did work at the quarry for a short time. He was layed off his regular job (I don't know what that was..) and Wilma made Fred take Barney to see Mr. Slate. Mr. S. realized that they were related, uncle and nephew I think, and gave Barney the job of foreman -- Fred's boss.
bobn@bmcg.UUCP (Bob Nebert) (10/11/85)
> Bonus question: What's the line in the theme song immediatly following: > "Let's ride with the family down the street."? (answer in a few days) > "The car's propelled by Fred's feet"
rcook@uiucuxc.CSO.UIUC.EDU (10/13/85)
I remember him being a furniture reposessor for awhile (at least one episode)
because he took away Fred's television.
Rob Cook
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-Mick Jagger- cjsgro@watrose.UUCP (Carlo Sgro) (12/04/85)
Following up the question that was asked a while ago but that (apparently) didn't get an answer, I have the lyrics to the song sung by the waitresses (Charlie and Irving) in the episode where Fred and Barney bought the drive-in restaurant: Here we come on the run, with a burger on a bun, and a dab of cole slaw on the side. Your taste we will tickle with a cold dill pickle and all our potatoes are french-fried (fried, fried). Our burgers can't be beat, 'cause we grind our own meat (grind, grind, grind, grind, grind) And when you drive away, a tip upon our tray, we wouldn't mind, mind, mind, mind, mind. These lyrics were obtained by watching the episode and transcribing them while it was going on. The only parts I'm unsure about is the 'dab' in the third line and the entire last line. Also, when Wilma and Betty sang the song at the night club at the end of the show, they replaced the last verse with: Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble are to blame for all our trouble <spoken> and if they think we'll forget it <sung again> they're out of their mind, mind, mind, mind, mind Also, Barney's weird voice was used in that episode. The end credits said that it was Mel Blanc. -- Carlo Sgro ...![ihnp4||decvax||allegra||clyde||utzoo]!watmath!watrose!cjsgro "ihnp4 Express: Overnight to the USA or you don't pay!"
kato@utcsri.UUCP (John Kitamura) (12/06/85)
> > Your taste we will tickle > with a cold dill pickle I seem to remember `Your taste buds we will tickle ...' John Kitamura/Univ of Toronto UUCP: {decvax,linus,ihnp4,uw-beaver,allegra,utzoo}!utcsri!kato
tom@utcsri.UUCP (Tom Nadas) (12/06/85)
The last line of Charlie and Irving's song is
"We hope to find, find, find, find, find."
"Dab" is the right word, but I've never been able to make
out the word you claim is "cole slaw." To me it's always
sounded like "coke," but that seems unlikely.
RJS in Toronto
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