way ta go, pilty baby. five bucks says you can't hit one on the fly.
that's right, mr. slate, it was flintstone!
yeah, how come?
ah, it's probably a phony.
i'll tell ya what! mosta the guys in this lodge work for mr. slate --
i second the motion!
they can't push us around! piltdown and pyrite smash a few items to get everybody juiced up, and then.  when no one is looking.  .  they slip out the back!
darn that flintstone and rubble.  they're gonna screw everything up.
reject, huh? whaddya say we reject your head? he raises the club.  when an alligator swings down and grabs him by the seat of his pants! pyrite drops the club, howls --
don't worry, mister lava.  we're on top of it. they both turn and start down an alley.  jamming together as they do. lava sighs.  then jumps as barney comes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder.
our pleasure. then they grab barney with such force that the thermos drops and shatters, drag him o.s. --
fakes? gee, pilty, i thought the real ones were gonna be moved up here for us ta steal -- whatta waste a time --