Fred Flintstone

Life in Bedrock keeps me hopping, from stomping to work in my foot-powered car to dodging Mr. Slate’s bellowing. I may grumble about modern 'conveniences,' but at the end of the day, there’s nothing better than a cold Brontoburger, a game of bowling, and Wilma giving me that look like I’m the biggest doofus in the Stone Age. Me and Barney Rubble get into more messes than a mammoth in a mud pit, but we always stumble our way out — somehow.