By Tammi
Several villains from the past threaten the Flintstones.
Disclaimer: The Flintstones are the property of Hanna-Barbera Productions.
"I now pronounce you man and wife," the minister said. "You may kiss the bride, Rock."
Rock Slag kissed his new wife. After the reception, the couple went on their honeymoon.
"I just can't believe Dr. Sinister and the Green Goose are history," the woman said.
"Believe it, darling," Rock replied. "The best part of it is, as of today, you're no longer Madame Yes. You're just plain old Miranda Slag."
"If it weren't for you, the Green Goose would never have been sent into space in his own missile," Miranda said.
"It's time you knew the truth," Rock said. "It wasn't me who rid the world of him. It was a man who looked like me. His name was Fred Flintstone."
"I remember meeting him when Chief Boulder sent me to bring in Dr. Sinister," Miranda revealed. "He and his little blond friend had the top secret plans, and we all ended up in Sinister's island headquarters. They were quite resourceful for a couple of stupid good-lookings."
"Well, we no longer have to worry about them."
But Rock was wrong. When he and Miranda arrived at their hotel in Bedrock, they saw two familiar figures when they opened the door to their suite.
"Ali! Bobo!" Rock exclaimed. "But this is impossible!"
"Not impossible at all," Bobo answered. "Dr. Sinister got away just before his island blew up. He used a remote control device to bring down the missile. Now we're back for revenge."
He and Ali grabbed Rock, and threw him out the window.
"NO!" Miranda shouted.
"Yes," Ali gloated. "And now, it's your turn."
Miranda fled before the thugs could harm her. Quickly, she called Chief Boulder.
Upon seeing Rock, the Chief called an ambulance. "There's only one thing to do," he said. "We need to call on Flintstone again."
Miranda agreed. Within the hour, she and Chief Boulder showed up at the Flintstone residence.
Wilma answered the door. "What can I do for you?" she asked.
"I'm here to see your husband," Chief Boulder replied. "It's urgent."
"I'd like to speak to Mr. Rubble, too," Miranda added.
Fred and Barney were playing cards. They stopped the game, and listened to what the agents had to say.
"So you see," Chief Boulder concluded. "These villains are still alive, and more dangerous than ever."
"We'll do it, Chief," Fred promised.
"I never liked Tanya," Miranda said. "She was never like me."
"What are you talking about?" Fred demanded to know.
Miranda looked at him. "Tanya is....my evil twin sister!"
Meanwhile, a meeting was taking place. Present were Dr. Sinister, the Green Goose, Ali, Bobo, Tanya, Stonefinger, and his henchmen.
"It is good to be a grown man once again," Stonefinger commented. "Thanks to Dr. Sinister's Age Restorer, my men and I can help you conquer the world!"
"We took care of Rock Slag," Bobo said. "But his wife got away."
"Ah, Madame Yes," Dr. Sinister said. "We will take care of her."
"And I want Dr. Rockenheimer still," Stonefinger revealed. "Not to mention that little green man who turned me and my partners into babies."
"All will be done in good time," Dr. Sinister assured them.
The plan was put into operation Stonefinger's henchmen came upon the Great Gazoo taking a nap. They chloroformed him, and bound his hands.
Members of Dr. Sinister's gang came to the Flintstones' house. They saw Fred and Barney chatting with Chief Boulder and Miranda. When the four left, they rushed in, and captured Wilma, Betty, Pebbles, Bamm Bamm, Dino, Baby Puss, Hopperoo, and Mrs. Slaghoople, who just happened to be visiting.
Fred, Barney, Miranda, and the Chief ran into the Green Goose and his gang.
"So you survived again, Rock Slag!" the Green Goose taunted. "Or should I say, Fred Flintstone?"
Before Fred could respond, the Green Goose said, "Dr. Sinister told me you were a fake. He recounted the time he captured you and Mr. Rubble."
Suddenly, a message came over the Green Goose's communicator. "The familes of both men have been captured," Dr. Sinister reported. "Along with Gazoo."
The four villains left. "We have to save them," Fred realized. Just then, Gazoo materialized.
"I managed to escape," the alien said. "But the others are still prisoners. We have to hurry!"
The five raced to the spy ring's headquarters in an old deserted mansion.
"Let us go!" Wilma cried.
"I'd hit you if I could," her mother added.
"Forget it," Betty said. "All we can do is hope the men will rescue us."
"Ah, but when they get here, I will blow this place up," Dr. Sinister said. "You will all be toast."
"That's what you think!" Fred kicked in the door, and he and his friends rushed in.
"You can't take us all out," Dr. Sinister said, "You are outnumbered."
"Not quite," Gazoo replied. He snapped his fingers. Instantly, the human captives were untied, and the animals released from their cages.
"What just happened?" Wilma asked.
"Who cares?" Betty snapped. "Let's take care of these bad guys!"
Dino and Baby Puss bit several of the villains. Mrs. Slaghoople and Hoppy punched a few of them, and knocked them out. The rest were felled by Gazoo's magic. The only one left standing was Tanya.
"Leave her to me," Miranda said. "I hate to do this to my own sister, but here goes nothing." She struck Tanya down.
Chief Boulder pressed the self-destruct button. "Everybody out! Quickly!
All the good guys fled. Seconds later, the mansion blew up!
"So much for the big spy ring," Fred remarked.
"You did it again, Flintstone," Chief Boulder said gratefully.
"WE did it again, Chief," Fred corrected him.
Days later, a fully recovered Rock Slag came to bid farewell to the Flintstones and Rubbles. Chief Boulder and Miranda accompanied him.
"This is good-by," the trio said. "Maybe our paths will cross again someday."
"Personally, I hope not," Fred replied. "I've had enough of playing secret agent. And I'm sure my family and friends agree."
As the three left, Rock turned to his wife. "Let's continue our honeymoon," he urged.
"You got it, Rock, darling. You're a better man than those stupid good-lookings."
The couple went back to their hotel, and Chief Boulder returned to Headquarters.
