"How were Chip and Roxy, Grandma?" asked Pebbles.
"Absolutely perfect," said Mrs. Slaghoople. "Dino even helped me with the chores while you were, uh, out."
"Well, we're on the last leg of our journey," said Fred. "We probably won't see you again until we return to Bedrock™."
At long last, they reached Mt. Goldrock, a mountain more than three thousand feet above sea level. They were just about to go in when a tall man appeared. He was Sir Richard Pitchblende, and he challenged Fred to a duel.
"I accept," said Fred, and the two fought long and hard with their sabres until Fred knocked Pitchblende's own sabre down into the abyss.
"I may be without a weapon, Flintstone," said Pitchblende, "but I shall triumph over you."
"Not for long," said Fred, completely unaware that his own sabre was in fact coated with a thin film of curare. As his foe came forward with his fists balled up, Fred made an extremely small slit in his arm. Pitchblende felt some pain in his body for a split second, then nothing at all. Fred had slain him, and down with his adversary's sabre went Fred's own.
"Who is that hideous man?" asked Wilma.
"That," said Barney, "is the just recently deceased Sir Richard Pitchblende. Fred has killed him, and he may spend what remains of his life in prison for manslaughter."
"Not necessarily, Rubble," said Madame Hexenstein behind him. "He has been in charge of organised crime in Bedrock™ for years."
"Organised crime?!" gasped Betty. "You mean gangsters?"
"Exactly," said Rupert. "Thanks to his defeat by you, Flintstone, you have begun disorganising his organisation. Alas, the treasure that awaits you shall not reveal itself."
"Then let's go!" sad Fred, grabbing two torches to light his path.
"Open sesame!" cried Barney, and the six of them entered. Inside the mountain's cavernous interior, Fred saw jewels and precious metals gleaming from every corner.
"What luxurious beauties!" said Wilma and Betty simultaneously.
Finally, they reached the central antechamber, where on a gold-plated pedestal was etched this message: "WHOSO POSSESSETH THE MAP OF MT. GOLDROCK NOW POSSESSETH THE FIFTY MILLION CLAMS THAT MAKE UP THIS TREASURE! Sincerely yours, BILL and JOE."
"Who are Bill and Joe?" asked Wilma.
"Beats me," said Fred, "but I'm more interested in taking my newly found wealth back to Bedrock™ than answering a trivial question like that."
"YABBA-DABBA-DOO™!" the four of them shouted as they loaded up the precious items into the car.