AUTHOR'S NOTE: This particular "Flintstones" story is loosely based on the episode with Ann-Margaret. This is one of those "special guest episode" type story, featuring a Philadelphia DJ I'm obsessed with, Jerry "Geator with the Heater" Blavat, in case you wanted to know. There is also a brief cameo of The Monkees in this story.

The sun rose over Bedrock. Wilma Flintstone was in her kitchen cooking Fred's breakfast, which was usually picked dodo eggs with a side of brontosaurus ribs. Fred was in the shower at the moment, and just his luck, the elephant ran out of hot water.

"WILMA!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "THE ELEPHANT'S OUT OF HOT WATER AGAIN!"

"Then you'll just have to take a cold shower this morning, Fred!" Wilma shouted back. "That Fred. Losing his temper at the smallest thing!"

Ten minutes later, Fred came out of the shower and sat down at the table for breakfast.

"Mornin' Wilma," he said.

"Good morning, Fred," Wilma replied, putting his breakfast on the table. "There's your breakfast."

"Thanks, honey. Hey, turn on the radio for me, would ya?"

"Sure, Fred."

Wilma turned on the radio. The strangest rock and roll music came blaring out of it, and the disc jockey had to be going a mile a minute!

"According to the rockin' tick tock on the wall, it's time to ROCK!" he shouted. "Here are the Stones!"

"What in the world is that?!" Fred shouted.

"What is what, Fred?" Wilma asked.

"This Neanderthal on the radio!"

"Oh that. That's Jerry Blavatrock. The hottest rock and roll disc jockey in the world right now."

"Never heard of him."

"I'm surprised. His radio show is broadcasted everywhere and so is his TV dance show."

"I hope he's not in Bedrock, that's all I've got to say."

"No, Fred. He does everything in Philastonia. That's miles from here."

"Good. Because if there's one thing Bedrock doesn't need, it's a screaming loudmouth."

"You're right, Fred. We have one of those already."

"Oh hardy har har!"

With that, Fred left the house. He walked over to his car, and honked the horn for his best friend, Barney Rubble.

"It's a living," his car horn said.

Barney's wife, Betty, looked out the window and waved to Fred.

"Barney will be out in a minute, Fred!" she called.

"Well tell him to hurry!" Fred shouted. "I don't have all day!"

Within seconds, Barney came running out of his house and jumped into Fred's car.

"What took you so long?" Fred asked as he started the car.

"Sorry Fred," Barney replied. "I wanted to catch the end of the Jerry Blavatrock program."

"Harumph. All that guy is, is a screaming loudmouth!"

"Well, he's popular with the kids, Fred. I heard he holds dance competitions and broadcasts them on TV. In fact, this morning, he said he was going to hold a dance contest in Bedrock pretty soon."

"Well, I just hope he gives me plenty of time."

"For what, Fred?"

"To move!"

Fred and Barney drove the rest of the way to work in silence. Meanwhile, in the not too far away city of Philastonia, Jerry Blavatrock had just finished his radio program.

"Whew!" he shouted, taking the needle off his record player. "I'm glad that's over."

"He's glad it's over!" the record player needle shouted. "I was getting a headache listening to him scream!"

Jerry took his record off the player and put into a box. Then he began to leave the radio station, and ended up nearly being mobbed by his teenage fans. He barely made it to his agent's car!

"Whoa," he said. "I nearly didn't make it that time!"

"You're too hot for your own good, kid," his agent, Don Stonely said. "You don't follow the format other DJ's do. Most of them are playing the Beasties and the Way Outs and the Beau Brummelstones . . . . . ."

"This is why the kids dig it, Don. I mean, they dig the other DJ's too, but you know you can't tie me down to the format."

"You're a rebel, you know that?"

"Like the Crystalstones sang it."

Don was thankful Jerry didn't have a swelled head due to his popularity. The kids screamed for him like they screamed for every rock band out there. A sleepy little town like Bedrock was exactly what they needed now. At any rate, Don got out of his car and handed a pair of sunglasses to Jerry.

"Take the car and call me when you get to a hotel in Bedrock," he said. "Y'dig?"

"Yeah, I dig," Jerry said. "But tell me, why am I wearing the dark glasses?"

"So the kids don't mob you and wreck my car."

"Riiiiight."

Jerry rolled his eyes and started the car. He was on his way to Bedrock for his biggest dance competition yet. As he was rolling along, the car ran over a rock in the middle of the street, resulting in a broken tire.

"Great," he said. "The minute I roll into Bedrock, I get a busted tire. And knowing Don, this is probably the spare!"

Jerry climbed out of the car, and checked the trunk. No spare. Luckily, the car broke down near a house. Hopefully someone would be inside to help him with the car, or at least let him call his agent. Of course, the house belonged to the Flintstones. Wilma and Betty were inside with their kids, Pebbles and Bam-Bam, and they were having a slight problem.

"The baby-sitter would cancel the day we get our hair done," Wilma said.

"Well, keep calling around, Wilma," Betty said. "Maybe someone's available."

Wilma was about to dial another number when there was a knock on the door. Wilma put the phone down, and walked over to the door.

"Hi," Jerry said. "My car broke down outside your house and I was wondering if I could use your phone."

"Oh go ahead," Wilma said.

"Thanks."

Jerry walked over to the phone and dialed. Wilma and Betty were still trying to figure out where they were going to get a baby-sitter on such short notice.

"Hey, Don," Jerry said. "No, I haven't found a hotel yet. Yeah I'm in Bedrock. Well your car broke down, that's what happened. Look, once I get it fixed, I'll call you. Bye."

Jerry hung up and turned to Wilma and Betty.

"Phone's all yours," he said. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Wilma said. "I really need that phone now."

"I can't believe there isn't one baby-sitter left in Bedrock," Betty said.

"They're all probably over at the Bedrock Hotel," Wilma said. "Trying to get a glimpse at Jerry Blavatrock."

"Hey, maybe I can help you ladies out," Jerry said. "I'm sort of in town for the Jerry Blavatrock dance show. I'll be glad to watch your kids for you. I mean, I can't go anywhere until I call a garage. I don't know the first thing about fixing a car."

"Are you sure?" Wilma asked.

"Believe me, I don't mind," Jerry said. "Even if I headed for the Bedrock Hotel, I wouldn't be able to get inside!"

"Come on, Wilma," Betty said. "If we hurry, we'll be able to make it to our appointment on time."

Wilma and Betty left. Jerry turned to Pebbles and Bam-Bam and bent down to their level.

"You guys like music?" he asked. Pebbles and Bam-Bam laughed and clapped their hands. Jerry took that as a yes. He went out to Don's car and returned with some of his records.

"I think you'll like this," he said. "Ladies and gentlemen, a little number I like to call the Discophonic Rock!"

Jerry put on the record and started dancing. Pebbles and Bam-Bam laughed and began dancing as well. So did the Flintstone's snorkasaurus, Dino, and the Rubbles' Hoparoo, Hoppy.

"All we need is an audience," Jerry said as he danced. "And then I'd have my dance show right here!"

For the rest of the afternoon, Jerry played records and Pebbles and Bam-Bam danced to them. They loved it. Awhile later, Fred and Barney were returning home from work for the day. Fred dropped Barney off at his house.

"Thanks for the lift, Fred," Barney said. "See you tomorrow!"

"See ya Barn," Fred replied, and headed inside. He saw Jerry's car in the street and heard rock music coming from his house.

"Oh boy, Wilma must've hired a new baby-sitter," he groaned and walked inside. The rock music grew louder.

"Wilma!" Fred shouted. "Wilma! WIIIIIILLLLLMAAAAA!"

"You screamed, Fred?" Wilma asked, walking over.

"Are you listening to that Blavatrock guy or whatever is name is again?!"

"Oh, no, Fred. See I can explain."

The music stopped then. Jerry came into the room, carrying his records.

"I gotta tell you, Mrs. Flintstone," he said. "Your kids just danced until they dropped!"

"Now who is this?!" Fred demanded.

"Oh, my name's Jer," Jerry said. "I was baby-sitting while Mrs. Flintstone and Mrs. Rubble went out. See, my car broke down and the ladies were in a mess, so I figured I'd help them out."

"He's in town for the Jerry Blavatrock show," Wilma said. "Jer, this is my husband, Fred."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Flintstone," Jerry said. "Uhh, I guess I'd better call that garage now."

"Good," Fred grumbled. "The sooner this kid gets out of here, the sooner the walls will stop shaking."

"Fred!" Wilma hissed.

Luckily, Jerry didn't hear him. He just called the local car garage to come get his car. Then he walked out to the front porch and sat there, waiting for the tow truck to show up.

"Jer, why don't you come inside and wait?" Wilma said. "Maybe stay for dinner."

"I couldn't impose," Jerry said, standing up.

"I insist."

"Aw, Wilma!" Fred shouted.

"Oh Fred, it wouldn't kill you to be hospitable!" Wilma shouted.

In retaliation, Fred began growling. Wilma ignored him and let Jerry back inside. During dinner, Jerry started talking about the dance show. Fred couldn't care less.

"A lot of local kids are gonna dance on the show," Jerry said. "They like getting up close and personal with Jerry Blavatrock. I really hope you get a chance to see it."

"Hmph," Fred growled. Jerry ignored him and turned to Pebbles.

"The show's on way too late for you," he said. "But maybe you'll see me on TV."

"TV?" Fred asked, suddenly turning into a human being. "Did you say TV?"

"Yeah," Jerry said. "The show's gonna be broadcasted nationally. People will be able to see it from Bedrock to Philastonia, and Texarock and Hollyrock as well. They're auditioning acts tomorrow. Whoever gets on the show will have a taste of fame."

Now Fred was intrigued. He had been known to have "get-rich-and famous" schemes, and this time it was no exception.

"Well, I'd better get going," Jerry said, standing up. "Gotta catch a cab to the Bedrock Hotel."

"You can't go down there!" Fred shouted. "All those girls will tear you apart! They won't let anyone get in their way to getting close to Jerry Blavatrock."

"Fred!" Wilma shouted.

"I won't hear of it. You're staying with us tonight," Fred said. "And I won't take no for an answer!"

"I don't know," Jerry said. "Is it okay with you, Mrs. Flintstone?"

"Of course, Jer," Wilma said. "I don't mind at all. And neither does Pebbles, it looks like."

Pebbles giggled in response. Jerry was outvoted and he agreed to spend the night with the Flintstones. He figured that would be a good arrangement, if all the girls thought he was at the hotel. Their screaming wouldn't keep him awake all night. He made a quick call to Don and told him the arrangement. In the meantime, Fred was over at the Rubbles, telling Barney what he knew.

"The way I see it, you and I will go down there and audition for the Jerry Blavatrock show," he said.

"Gee, I don't know, Fred," Barney replied. "What if they're only excepting kids?"

"Are you kidding, Barney? Once they see how talented we are, we're a shoe in! Let's get practicing!"

The front door opened and Jerry walked into the Rubbles house.

"Mrs. Flintstone sent me," he said. "She wants to know what you're doing over here."

"Working on our act, of course," Fred said. "Barney, I'd like you to meet the kid that gave me the information on the auditions. Jer, this is Barney Rubble, my partner."

"Nice to meet you, Jer," Barney said.

"Same here," Jerry said. "Now tell me about this act of yours."

"We'll do better than tell you," Fred replied. "We'll show it to you."

"We will?" Barney asked, slightly confused.

"Of course. Come on, Barn."

Fred and Barney grabbed a record and put it on the player. Jerry sat down in a chair and watched Fred and Barney do their routine.

"Not bad," Jerry said once they were finished. "But people are dancing a little differently these days. Here, let me show you."

Jerry put on a different record and showed Fred and Barney a simple routine.

"Hey, that's not bad," Barney said.

"I could do that," Fred replied, and the two of them jumped in and joined Jerry in the routine. Pretty soon, they looked like professionals.

"Thanks for the help, Jer," Fred said. "We really needed a little update."

"No problem," Jerry said. "I'll see you later."

Jerry left then, thinking Fred and Barney were certain to get on the show. The next morning, he left the Flintstone house and headed for the local TV station. Don was already there, looking things over.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"Oh come on, I'm not that late," Jerry said.

"Yeah, well. We're ready to start the auditions. You want to hang around and watch?"

"Nah, I'm gonna go check out some of the dancers. You and the producers can do the auditions yourself."

"Okay, see ya."

Jerry walked off. Once he did, Don and the show's producers began auditioning local acts for the show. The more they saw, the more they began to think the whole idea of hiring Bedrock's locals wasn't so hot. They decided to call it a day when Fred and Barney finished their act.

"Thank you," Don said once they were done. "We'll call you."

Fred and Barney left the TV station, Fred thinking they had it made. Don began massaging his forehead.

"That had to be the worst one yet," he said.

"Why don't we forget it, Mr. Stonely?" one producer said. "The sponsor just wants Blavatrock, the kids, and that new group, the Monkrocks, singin' that new song, 'Last Train to Rocksville'."

"Yeah, good idea," Don replied. "All the local yokels were terrible. Especially that Flintstone and Rubble act!"

"You wouldn't say that after you heard I taught them to dance," Jerry said, coming over.

"Oh, no wonder," Don said. "A young happenin' guy teaching two old fogies to rock and roll. Sheesh."

"I happen to be staying with eh Flintstones instead of the Bedrock Hotel. If I were at the hotel, the teenagers'll tear me apart!"

"All right, all right. But they're still not on the show. You're stuck with the Monkrocks."

"Fair enough."

Jerry walked away, in order to dig up some promotion from the sponsor. By that time, Fred and Barney were walking to the parking lot.

"I tell you, Barn, we've got it made," Fred said.

"Then how come those guys looked like they took a drink of sour cactus juice when we were finished with our act?"

"They were overwhelmed by our talent."

"I don't know, Fred."

Fred was about to argue some more when Don and one of the show's producers came around the corner, talking it over.

"The show starts at seven," Don said. "Send a limo over to the Flintstones' house at six-thirty."

"Got it, Mr. Stonely," the producer said.

"Did you hear that, Barney?" Fred asked. "We're in! Yabba Dabba Doo!"

"I guess you're right, Fred," Barney said. "But why don't they send the limo to my house too?"

"Details, Barney. Details."

"Oh, hi, Mr. Flintstone," Jerry said, coming over. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We were auditioning for the Jerry Blavatrock dance show," Fred said. "And we made it."

"You did?"

"Yep, we sure did."

"Huh. I thought they decided . . . . ."

"And we owe it all to you, Jer," Barney said. "Hey, Fred, maybe Jer should perform with us. Since he helped us and all."

"Well, I . . . ." Jerry started.

"Say, that's a good idea, Barn," Fred replied. "The limp picks us up at six-thirty, Jer."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Jerry said, trying to keep a straight face. "Six-thirty. Got it."

"Come on, we'll give you a lift."

"Yeah, thanks."

When Fred got home, he told Wilma the good news. She was a little surprised.

"You and Barney are performing on a teenager's dance show?" she asked.

"Not just me and Barney, Wilma," Fred replied. "Jer's performing with us. The limo's going to pick us up at six-thirty. Make sure you call everyone we know and tell them to watch!"

Fred was gone before Wilma could say anything else. Six-thirty rolled along and so did the limo. Fred, Barney, and Jerry climbed in, and headed for the TV studio. Fred and Barney walked over to Don.

"Excuse me, but what time do we go on?" Fred asked. Don burst out laughing.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" he shouted.

"But out act . . . ."

"Oh that. We decided not to bring the locals into this. The sponsor wanted Jerry Blavatrock, the teenage dancers, and the Monkrocks."

Don left after that. Fred and Barney just looked at each other.

"Oh boy, Fred," Barney said. "I hate to tell this to Jer."

"Me too," Fred replied. "The poor kid. He was so excited about this show."

"Hey, fellas," Jerry said, walking over. "What's up?"

"Jer, we just found out that the show just once Jerry Blavatrock and the other professional groups," Fred replied.

"Yeah, we're sorry we got your hopes up about being on the show," Barney said.

Jerry was about to say something, but the introduction music began.

"And now your host for tonight's dance-a-thon!" the announcer shouted. "Jerry Blavatrock!"

"Gotta go, guys," Jerry said. "I'll be right back!"

Jerry ran out on stage and took a couple of bows. Fred and Barney were staring at him as if he were nuts.

"Barney, Jer . . . ." Fred stammered. "Jer is . . . . ."

"Jerry Blavatrock," Barney finished.

"Hello Bedrock, how are ya, huh?" Jerry asked. "We're gonna kick this dance party into high gear now, starting with a fabulous new group, The Monkrocks!"

The Monkrocks launched into their song, "Last Train to Rocksville." The audience loved it. Not only were they dancing to hit, but so were Fred and Barney from the wings. When the song was over, Jerry picked up his microphone and turned to the audience.

"The phenomenal Monkrocks," he said. "And now for something special. Recently, I recorded a song of my own, and I'd like to perform it for you."

The audience applauded like crazy. Jerry waited until they noise died down a little, and then continued.

"But I can't perform it alone," he said. "I'd like to introduce to you, my friends, and guest performers, Mr. Fred Flintstone and Mr. Barney Rubble. Fellas, come on out on stage!"

"That's us, Fred!" Barney shouted, and he and Fred ran out on stage and began taking some bows.

"Just do it the way you know," Jerry said. "Let's Discophonic Rock!"

The music started, and Jerry, Fred, and Barney performed it. They were a smash hit.

"Yabba Dabba Doo!" Fred shouted the minute it was over.