Eventually, Barney finally made it to Mr. Roxon Rocks' room and met Fred.
"Gee Barney, sure took you a long time." Fred said. "Mr. Roxon Rocks was getting impatient."
"Sorry Fred, but it's really hard getting up those stairs." Barney put down the bags. "They need to invent something that gets us upstairs faster."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Fred nodded. "Well, let's get these inside."
Barney picked up the bags again and followed Fred into the hotel room.
"Just leave the bags over there, boys." Roxon Rocks pointed to the left side of the bed.
Fred tossed the bag he was carrying onto the bed and Barney threw the rest of the luggage on top of the bag Fred was carrying.
"Here's a little something for your troubles, boy." Mr. Roxon Rocks handed the duo a purple clamshell with a number '50' imprinted on it.
"Fifty clams? Gee, thanks mister!" Fred grabbed the clamshell.
"Think nothing of it, sir." Mr. Roxon Rocks made a snooty look. "It's just simple pocket change."
"Hey, Barney!" Fred showed Barney the shell. "Our first tip!"
"Good Fred, now all we have to do is make several more of them." Barney remarked.
Meanwhile, Wilma and Betty began sightseeing all around Bedrock.
"Boy, this Bedrock place sure seems nice." Wilma said. "I mean, it's not really every day I see a small business on every street corner."
"And look over there!" Betty pointed to some firemen riding on a red stegosaurus. "I wonder what kind of tribe they belong to."
"Betty, those are firemen." Wilma pointed out. "Hardly anyone is part of a tribe anymore and there's probably not one for miles."
"Well, my momma always told me that the people of Bedrock are primitive Neanderthals who bash their wives with clubs." Betty said.
Just then, some guitar music started playing.
"Hey? Did you hear that?" Wilma asked.
"Hear what? That guitar music? Oh yeah, I hear it." Betty nodded.
"Let's check it out." Wilma said.
The girls followed the sound of the music and it came to a caveman with a purple loin cloth shirt, white gloves and a matching cowboy hat and bandana.
"Excuse me, sir." Wilma said, trying to get the man's attention.
"Oh! Howdy, little ladies!" The cowboy tipped his hat. "What is it can I do ya for?"
"We were just listening to you play." Wilma said.
"Yeah, we always thought that you guys just played large drums and made howling sounds." Betty said.
"No, we don't do that." The cowboy said. "You're not from this neighborhood, are ya?"
"No, we're not." Wilma shook her head. "My name is Wilma Slaghoople and this is my friend, Betty Jean McBricker."
"Pleased to meet ya!" The cowboy shook the girls' hands. "I'm Bony Hurdle, cave cowpoke extraordinaire."
"We are just vacationing for a while." Wilma said. "Why are you playing your guitar here, Bony?"
"Well, I'm just trying make some extra dough to pay the bills." Bony shrugged. "So far, I've only made seventy eight cents in change."
"Gee, that's too bad." Wilma said.
"No need to feel bad." Bony said. "Once I get my big break, my pockets will be filled in clams."
"Well good luck with that." Wilma said. "Come on, Betty."
Back at the hotel, it was Fred and Barney's break time. They were inside the restroom coming their hair with a fish skeleton.
"Hurry up, Fred." Barney said. "We don't want to waste our whole afternoon break."
"Relax Barney, we've only got till five o'clock." Fred assured him. "Plus, we wanna look good in case we meet some lovely babes."
"That's okay, Fred." Barney said as he combed his hair. "I don't mind if we never meet any babes. We're just two guys out on the town, the swinging bachelors of Bedrock."
"Barney, I have just one request of you." said Fred.
"Sure Fred." said Barney. "What is it?"
"Don't embarrass me." Fred deadpanned.
"I won't, Fred." Barney said. "But where are we going?"
"Somewhere that doesn't take up a ton of money, Barney." Fred replied. "All we've got to spend is this 50 dollar clam."
Wilma and Betty had been sightseeing, when they came across a jewelry store. Wilma stopped to look at something in the display window.
"Hey Wilma!" Betty called out. "Why'd you stop?"
"Sorry Betty, but I saw these and I couldn't resist checking them out." Wilma pointed to the display window.
Betty walked to Wilma and saw what she was talking about. It was a necklace strung together with pretty white pearls.
"Gee Wilma, I don't think that neck mannequin is your size." Betty said.
"I was talking about the necklace, Betty." Wilma said.
"Oh yeah, those would really look great on you." Betty said. "So, why don't you buy them?"
"Betty, you know I don't want to spend our money on material possessions." Wilma said. "I'm trying to be responsible with my money and not be like those slimy, selfish rich people I have to deal with every day."
"Suit yourself, but I think those pearls would look really good on you." Betty said.
"No Betty!" Wilma placed her hands on her hips. "I'm avoiding temptation!"
"Are you sure?" asked Betty.
"As sure as the ponytail on my head!" Wilma pointed to her ponytail. "Now come on, let's get something to eat. I'm starving!"
At that same time, Fred and Barney were driving towards a bar.
"Alright Barney, you find us a table, I'll go park the car." Fred said.
"Sure thing, buddy boy!" Barney gave a thumbs up.
As soon as Fred went to park the car, Barney headed into the bar.
Inside the bar, Betty and Wilma were looking for a table.
"Okay Betty, you go find us a table, I've gotta go powder my nose." Wilma said as he headed to the washroom.
"Okey day, Wilma." Betty giggled.
Betty started looking for an empty table, not paying attention to where she was going. At the same time, Barney was also doing the exact same thing. They both kept walking until they literally bumped into each other and fell down.
"Oh, pardon me, Miss." Barney apologized.
"No, no, no, it's okay." Betty shook her head. "I'm sorry."
"Here, let me help you." Barney tried to reach for Betty's purse.
"No, I got it..." Betty tried to grab her purse.
They both tried to grab Betty's purse, when they accidentally clunked their heads together.
"Sorry." They both apologized.
They both tried to grab the purse, but they accidentally touched each other's hands. They looked up and saw each other.
"Uh...hey." Barney smiled at Betty.
"Hey." Betty grinned.
"Oh uh, here." Barney handed Betty her purse.
"Thanks." Betty giggled. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Betty Jean McBricker."
"Nice to meet you, Betty Jean McBricker." Barney shook Betty's hands. "Why don't I just call you, 'Betty' for short?"
"Of course, Mister, uh..." Betty paused.
"Rubble." Barney introduced himself. "Barney Rubble. So, what brings you here, Betty Jean McBricker?"
"I'm just having lunch with a friend." Betty said.
"So am I!" Barney said.
"Wow, looks we have a lot in common." Betty giggled.
"Indubitably." Barney chuckled.
Meanwhile, Fred had finished parking the car and went inside to find a table himself.
"Geez, where is Barney?" He thought as he read the menu. "I'm starving!"
At that same time, Wilma was at her and Betty's table waiting for her.
"I swear, that Betty would lose her own head if it wasn't attached." Wilma deadpanned.
While Fred and Wilma were waiting for their respective best friends to return, Barney and Betty were still talking and laughing together.
"...and that's why Rover never came home." Barney finished his story.
"Oh Barney, you are so witty." Betty giggled.
"I've been told that." Barney chuckled.
"You know, you're really cute." Betty complimented him.
"Now that I haven't been told." Barney chuckled. "You know Betty, you're really cute, too."
"Betty! Where are you?" Wilma shouted from her and Betty's table.
"Oh, I gotta get going." Betty said. "My friend is waiting for me."
"Okay." Barney said. "Say uh, Betty!"
"Yes, Barney?" asked Betty.
Barney gulped. "Say, if you're not busy, would you consider-"
"Going out to dinner and a movie?" Betty guessed.
"Yes." Barney nodded. "And maybe afterwards-"
"Go dancing?" Betty cut him off again. "I'd love to."
"You would? Of course you would." Barney smiled.
Betty carved her name and address on a small stone tablet.
"Here!" Betty handed him the slate. "Pick me up on Friday at 6pm!"
"You bet I will, Betty." said Barney. "See ya then."
Betty and Barney both went back to their respective tables to meet their respective friends.
After work, Fred and Barney were driving home, but Barney was lost in his own world.
"What's with you, Barney?" asked Fred. "You've been spacing out since we left the bar!"
"Nothing, except that I've got a date Friday night!" Barney chuckled. "Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!"
"You? A date?" Fred laughed. "That's a good one, Barney!"
"No seriously, Fred." Barney said. "I met her at the bar while I was looking for a table and lemme tell ya, she's a real babe!"
"Well good luck with that." Fred deadpanned.
The duo arrived back at the trailer park and when they got inside, they saw the place in a mess and the pets were dancing to some music with the animal appliances.
As soon as the door opened, Baby Puss and Hoppy stopped dancing, while Dino was still dancing with a lampshade on his head. Hoppy tapped on Dino's shoulder and the snorkasaurus turned around and saw their masters.
"Uh...I can explain..." said Baby Puss.
In just the blink of an eye, Fred put all three of the pets outside on the porch and shut the door without thought.
As soon as the pets were sure that Fred and Barney had gone to bed, they climbed back inside through the window.
Authors Note:
Barney has a date on Friday night! But will they hit it off? Let's stay tuned for more!