I'm just a matter of months, Fred and Barney managed to find themselves a nice trailer park to live in and begin their first step into their new lives.
"Well Barney, looks like we've found our very own swinging bachelor pad." Fred said as he lied down on a hammock.
"We were especially lucky that your folks were able to hook us up." Barney said. "I just feel bad that we couldn't find any room for the pets."
"Oh don't worry, pal." Fred yawned. "I'm sure they'll be just fine."
Meanwhile outside, Dino, Baby Puss and Hoppy were crammed together in a small doghouse.
"Gotta say, not crazy about the new digs." Puss deadpanned.
"Ruff, ruff!" Dino growled.
"Honk..." Hoppy groaned.
"Well my view of you isn't so great, either." Puss looked at Hoppy's tail.
Meanwhile over at Limestone Port, Wilma and Betty were busy prepping for their trip.
"Wilma, it's almost time to go!" Betty called out as she packed her bags. "Are you finished packing yet?"
"Almost." Wilma said. "Mother is still trying to help."
"Here's another pair of dungarees, sweetie." Pearl threw another small loin cloth into the suitcase. "You never know what kind of things they might use to do their business in that poor town!"
"Mother, I don't think Bedrock is a poor people place." Wilma said sternly. "It's just a small town that just so happens to have non-rich people living there."
"Whatever floats your boat, dear." Pearl shrugged. "Just don't stay too long."
"I won't, mother and I'll make sure to call you every so often." Wilma promised.
"Come on, Wilma!" Betty called out. "It's time to go!"
"Coming!" Wilma ran to the RV and joined Betty.
"Buckle up, it's going to be a long drive." Betty said.
The girls then paddled their feet down the road and to their destination of Bedrock.
"Wilma, you're going to love this trip!" Betty squealed. "I can't wait to see the world, collect postcards from exotic places, bring back souvenirs, and even see real life dinosaurs."
"Betty, we see dinosaurs all the time." Wilma deadpanned. "It's the Stone Age."
"I know, but I'm just so excited." Betty giggled. "I've never actually been on a trip before and there's so many things I've always wanted to see."
"Betty Jean McBricker, you are a hyperactive, bubbly, ditzy woman with the brains of a four-year-old, but I love you anyways." Wilma sighed.
"Awww thanks Wilma, you're not so bad yourself." Betty smiled.
Meanwhile a few weeks later at the trailer park, Fred and Barney were on the couch watching a soccer match.
"He's got it! He's got it!" They chanted as they saw the player about to kick the ball. "And..."
The player then kicked the ball into the goal's net, which was made from a giant spider web.
"GOAL!!!" Fred and Barney cheered. "WHOO! WHOO! WHOO!"
"And for this, I went to college?" The spider on TV remarked.
"You know, Barney, this is the life." Fred stretched his arms.
"You said it Fred!" Barney gave a thumbs up. "Just two cavemen living in our very own place with no jobs to pry us away and no nagging women to boss us around! You gotta love it!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Now who could that be?" Fred wondered as he walked to the door.
"Are you Fred Flintstone?" asked the man.
"Who wants to know?" asked Fred.
"Me!" said the man. "I'm Mr. Rock, owner of Rock's Trailer Park and it appears that you're behind on your rent!"
"Oh that, well uh...checks in the mail!" Fred lied.
"Don't even try to think about that, pal!" said Mr. Rock. "You'd better have my money ready by next week or you're outta here!"
"Don't worry Mr. Rock, we'll get enough money by then." Fred assured him.
"You'd better, because I have bills to pay!" said Mr. Rock.
Fred slammed the door in the landlords face and went back to Barney.
"Who was it, Fred?" asked Barney.
"It was the landlord, Barn." Fred said. "We need to find jobs by the end of the week or they'll kick us out."
"Ouch." Barney gulped. "I can't get kicked out! I have very sensitive buttocks."
"Get your tie ready, Barney." Fred said. "We are going on a job hunt."
And so, Fred and Barney went out to find jobs.
JOB INTERVIEW 1:STORE CLERK!
The store owner looked at Fred and Barney's resumes as soon as they got inside the store.
"Alright guys, your resumes look good." said the owner. "You have all the skills and education needed. Looks like you're all set."
"So, does that mean we get the job?" asked Fred.
"No." the owner laughed. "I was just messing with ya. Security!"
Two security guards then grabbed Fred and Barney and kicked them right out on the curb.
JOB INTERVIEW 2:CARTOON PRODUCER/CREATOR
Fred and Barney walked into the studio and faced the stern, icy glaring, cold blooded and all-powerful executives.
"So, you have a good idea for a new animated series?" asked the head executive.
"Yes." Fred said.
"Well...we don't wanna hear it!" The executive barked.
"But-" said Fred.
"Get out!" said the executive.
"But-" Fred tried to talk.
"Out!" the executive parroted.
"But-" Fred tried to speak.
"Out!" The executive repeated.
"But-" Fred tried to speak.
"I said, out!" The executive ordered.
Fred and Barney both walked out of the studio.
"What was wrong with that guy?" asked Barney.
JOB INTERVIEW 3:FAST FOOD WORKER!
Fred and Barney finally managed to land jobs at the McDalylites Bronto Burgers and Ribs restaurant.
"Welcome to McDalylites, May I take your order?" Fred asked a customer.
"I will have a Big Meaty, no bacon, lizard gizzards and ranch dressing on the side." said the customer.
"Is there anything you would like with that, ma'am?" asked Fred. "Like maybe a soda? Or French fries?"
"Sir, I said I wanted a Big Meaty with lizard gizzards and a side of dressing!" The customer retorted. "Nothing else!"
"Very well." Fred sighed. "One Hot Plate on a Stream with a Cow Patty!"
"I'm on it, Fred." Barney gave a thumbs up as got to cooking the order.
At first, the lunch rush didn't seem so bad, but soon enough, Fred and Barney found themselves up to their hips in angry customers.
"These are cold, I'm not paying for this!" A customer waved his bag at Fred's faces.
"I ordered low fat! You hear me? Low, low, low!" Another customer banged his fist. "You want me to get bad cholesterol?"
"One at time, please!" Fred shouted.
"Could I please have some tacos?" asked a customer.
"For the last time, this is a burger joint, we don't sell tacos!" Fred growled.
The customers continued to throw a fit and harass Fred.
"Fred, here are some more orders!" Barney tossed Fred some trays of food.
"Here you go!" Fred threw the orders to the customers. "Thank you for order at McDaylites, please don't come again!"
"Man, that was a close call." Barney sighed. "I was grilling so fast, my spatula melted."
A dragon popped out of the oven. "What can I say? I had extra spicy Buffalo wings and they're still speaking to me."
"At least the lunch rush is over and we can go on break." Barney said.
But before Fred and Barney could take their break, the customer Fred encountered earlier came to the register.
"Excuse me, sir, but I believe you got my order wrong." said the customer.
"What do you mean, ma'am?" asked Fred. "You ordered the Big Meaty with lizard gizzards and a side of ranch dressing."
"Well, where's my drink?" asked the customer.
"What drink?" asked Fred.
"My drink? My Diet Dr. Rock?" shouted the customer. "Don't tell me you forgot my drink?"
"What're you talking about?" asked Fred. "You didn't order a drink!"
"How am I supposed to eat this burger without my drink?!" The customer roared. "Let me speak to the manager!"
"You called?" asked the manager.
"Yes, this man didn't include my drink in my order!" the customer pointed to Fred.
"Flintstone, what is the meaning of this?!" The manager demanded. "How dare you forget that poor lady's drink?"
"But sir, she didn't order a drink." Fred tried to explain. "She just wanted a burger."
"No excuses, Flintstone!" said the manager. "We won't tolerate employees who can't comprehend the customer always being right! You're fired!"
Fred was then immediately thrown out of the restaurant and out on the curb.
"Just my luck." He groaned.
Fred began sadly walking down the street back home.
"Whoever said that adulthood would be a growing experience should be dragged out into the street and smashed with a club." He thought as he put his hands into his pocket.
"Fred! Hey Fred!" Barney ran over to his friend. "Wait up!"
"Barney? What're you doing here?" asked Fred. "You didn't get fired."
"Fred, I made a pact to stay by your side when we were kids, which means that wherever you go, I go." Barney said. "And if you get fired, I get fired!"
"That's noble of you, Barn, but that ain't gonna get us any closer to finding jobs." Fred pointed out.
Fred and Barney continued walking down the street, they saw a 'HELP WANTED' sign on a hotel sign. They went inside to check it out.
"Wow, this sure looks like one fancy hotel, Fred." Barney said.
"Yep, and a fancy hotel like this means fancy people and fancy people means lots and lots of money." Fred said before ringing the hotel bell.
"Welcome to the Honeyrock Hotel." said the man at the desk. "Have you come to rent a room?"
"No, we're here for the jobs." Fred said. "I'm Fred Flintstone and this is Barney Rubble."
"Indeed." said Mr. Honeyrock. "Do you have references?"
"No." said Fred and Barney.
"Do you have any credentials?" asked Mr. Honeyrock.
"No." said Fred and Barney.
"Do you have any experience?" asked Mr. Honeyrock.
"No." Fred and Barney shook their heads.
"You're hired!" said Mr. Honeyrock.
"So, when can we start?" asked Barney.
Authors Note:After searching a while, Fred and Barney have finally found themselves a job. But can they hold it down? Stay tuned and find out!