Fred Flintstone couldn't believe it.

After a long day of work the last thing he needed was Dino's bones lying all around the floor.

"WILMERRRR!" he shouted as he closed the front rock (door.) "Is there any particular reason that Dino's mess is the first thing I'm seeing when I get into my cave? This is nonsense!"

At Fred's exclamations, Dino poked his head out from behind the rock (couch) and displayed a concerned look. The dinosaur let out a small yelp as he trembled in fear.

Fred saw Dino's look and began to soften.

"Aw Dino, you know I didn't mean all that," said Fred rummaging through the shelves in the kitchen. "It's just that Mr. Slate really had a rock up his you-know-where today and made me and Fred stay late."

Fred extended a small piece of dinosaur fish to Dino and motioned him over. Dino slowly made his way over.

"Now where could Wilmer be?"

Just then, like magic, Wilma came out into the living room, mammoth-skin suitcases packed and a pained expression on her face.

"Fred Flintstone," said Wilma through pursed lips, "this is where I leave you. I know all about the woman at the Water Buffalo Lodge and you late nights at the 'bowling alley'."

Fred was astounded and his jaw almost hit the floor!

"Wilmer, what are you talking about? There are no women allowed at the Water Buffalo Lodge. Besides, I haven't been bowling in weeks!" Fred got down on his knees and started to beg. "I'm beggin' ya Wilmer, please believe me!"

Wilma refused to even look Fred in the eye. "Goodbye Fred. If you need me I'll be at the Rubble home. Pebbles is already there."

Wilma ran out the door, crying, forgetting a small sabertooth bag. Fred tried to chase after her but he became exhausted.

"Wilmer! You left your (huff) small sabertooth (puff) bag!"

Fred nearly collapsed onto the rock (ground) and began tearing up. Dino came to his side and made a noise as if to say, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"Talk about a lousy day," said Fred. "I tell ya what, I'd do anything to get Wilmer back. Heck, I'd even make a wish."

Before Dino could make another noise and help Fred, a glowing green orb appeared in the sky.

"What in the?" said Fred as he looked up.

Suddenly, the orb morphed into an old friend.

"Don't seem so surprised, dumb-dumb!" said the Great Gazoo as he turned into his old self. "I saw everything that just happened – boy did you make a boner!"

Fred was too tired to object with Gazoo. "I'm just (huff) beside myself, Gazoo. Wilmer's gone, Barney's probably out with the other guys from the quarry and now I can't even take my car anywhere all by myself."

Gazoo saw Fred's dismay and sighed. "Listen up Dumb Dumb, for once, I'm on your side.

"Ya are?" said Fred, with light in his eyes.

"Yes. And I can help you – but you need to help me first."

"How?" said Fred, starting to do some math in his head. "I just thought about it and there ain't any way a guy like me could help a guy like you? Not unless you need a rock (rock) moved."

Gazoo smiled, and laughed next. "No, it's nothing about your skillset that I need. It's your heart."

Fred's jaw almost dropped open again!

"I have some… connections that are having a hard time, too. But I think a modest caveman like yourself can help them out."

"I'll do anything!" said Fred, almost yelling in excitement. "I just gotta know one thing!"

"Yes, Dummy?" said Gazoo, turning on his spaceship and configuring the time travel dial.

"Who am I helping? What's their name?"

Gazoo half turned his head around like someone who had a secret. "His name," said the Great Gazoo, while he sat in his spaceship. "Is George Jetson."