The Flintstones #46

Fred and Wilma’s picnic takes a wild turn when a sudden downpour sends Fred scrambling for cover—only to grab two peculiar umbrella-birds from a tree. Before he knows it, Wilma’s bird takes flight, whisking her off to a mysterious nesting island, leaving Fred to chase after her with help from a bird-rental man and a daring ride on Cyclone, the riding-hawk. Meanwhile, three bird-watchers observe the chaos from afar, unsure whether to be alarmed or amused.

In "Private-Eye-Yi-Yi," Fred Flintstone dreams of becoming a detective, but Perry Gunnite isn’t impressed—until he’s locked out of his own office and needs a discreet solution. With his reputation on the line and admirers always watching, Perry devises a test: send Fred on a mission to break into the back door, unaware the boy’s dog, alley-saurus, and a diamond smuggler are already tangled in the mystery.

When kid-inventor Izzy Einstone unveils his latest creation — a club that shoots out a sharp-billed woodpecker — hero Rocky Ranger isn’t impressed. With kids now packing automatic weapons, he fears he’s out of a job. Izzy suggests a new path: aerial advertising, using Flappy the Flapasaurus to skywrite client names in the clouds. It’s a bold idea — and for a moment, it flies.

Fred and Barney turn their lunchtime chisels to a surprise project: carving a stone likeness of their boss, Mr. Slater. When Mr. Slater sees it, he’s furious—until he hears about a televised sculpting contest and sees a chance to boost the quarry’s fame.

In "Tell-Tale Tracks," Wilma Flintstone uses her sharp eye to uncover the truth behind the mysterious footprints on her clean floor—only to find Fred’s clumsy dance practice has left more than just a rhythm behind. With Dino watching from the sidelines, Wilma’s quiet suspicion turns into a moment of playful confrontation, testing the limits of Fred’s usual excuses.

Wilma Flintstone arrives at her ocean-front vacation cottage only to worry that the rising tide will flood the place overnight—until she discovers the manager has outfitted the beds as tiny boats, claiming they’re “for your absolute safety.” With the maid on hand and the manager’s odd logic in full force, Wilma’s seaside getaway takes a surprisingly watery turn.

Fred Flintstone’s beachside swim suit becomes the subject of playful suspicion when two kids question whether his round shape is a spare tire or just his natural build—adding to the fun by joking he might be Wilma’s “daddy.”