Fred Flintstone:
[slams a file down on his desk]
They made a fool out of me.
Dictabird:
Yeah, well, look what they had to work with.
[laughs, then ducks as Fred throws a piece of the broken file at him; Cliff and Miss Stone burst into Fred's office]

Cliff Vandercave:
Flintstone! Heard you were down in the file room. Find anything interesting?
Fred Flintstone:
Yeah! I'm on to your little scam! Billing phoney companies and keeping the money for yourself! I'm going to Mr. Slate.
Cliff Vandercave:
Good idea. Turning yourself in might buy you a little leniency.
Fred Flintstone:
*Me*? This entire scheme was *your* idea!
Cliff Vandercave:
True, but I've graciously decided to give you all the credit, since it's *your* name on the requisitions.
Fred Flintstone:
I never touched *any* of that money!
Cliff Vandercave:
Fred, please! Remodeling your house? Furs? Cars? A fully equipped Le Sabertooth?
[wags his finger]

Cliff Vandercave:
Tsk, tsk tsk. You should have been more discreet.
Fred Flintstone:
I'm *innocent*!
Cliff Vandercave:
[sarcastically]
Oh, boo-hoo-hoo.
[seriously]

Cliff Vandercave:
Miss Stone, call security. Tell them we've uncovered an embezzler.
[Miss Stone reaches for the phone]

Fred Flintstone:
[grabs her hand]
Miss Stone, you'll back me up, won't you?
[glares at Cliff]

Sharon Stone:
You better run while you still have a chance.
[Fred looks shockingly at her and heads for the door]

Fred Flintstone:
[points angrily at Cliff]
You'll never get away with this.
Cliff Vandercave:
I already have.
[smiles as Fred dashes out of the office]
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 07:44

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