"Oh, Fred, I love going to the Wildlife Refuge!" squealed Wilma as she climbed into Flintstones' rock-wheeled car. From the back seat Betty and Barney agreed. "It's great to have a day to ourselves—and leave the kids with a sitter." At first the Bedrock couples did the usual sightseeing, but then Fred got too adventuresome. "Hi, I'm Fred Flint- stone," he said to a fierce dragonsaurus. "GR-AARCH!" came right back. Fred's friendly greeting hadn't worked at all. He had to run into a dark cave for protection. But the cave turned out to be the cavernous jaws of a crocosaurus! What a long way to the ground! and what a heavy jaw to hold up! Fred was desperate when a covey of pterodactyls flew by. "A bird is Stone Age man's best friend," remembered Fred. Out of the mouth of a crocosaurus onto the feet of a pterodactyl—and Fred was safely on the wing. Still, hang- ing on to a pterodactyl's feet at a high altitude—at high speed—wasn't exactly the kind of Sunday afternoon Fred had planned. Seeing his friends in the old Stonebacker, Fred let go as the pterodactyl circled low. The landing site? Right on the spines of an ugly stegosaurus. With his long spiny tail, the stegosaurus flipped grateful Fred back into the car. On the drive home, Wilma said, "I want one of those adorable creatures as a pet." "Not on your life," said Fred. "Not on your wild-life!"

Mr Viewmaster says "You can never have too many view-master reels!".