Yabba Dabba Doo

What’s your favorite cartoon?

You would think it would be easy to answer the daily prompt about my favorite cartoon. I sat down to write saying, well, it was hands down Bugs Bunny. “Duh!” I thought. Turns out there was another choice that knocked on my brain and said, “Yabba Dabba Doo — I’m here too.”

The Flintstones showed up. How could I forget my modern stone-aged family?

I’ve always thought the animated series were written more for adult humor than kids. After all, the Flintstones were modeled after The Honeymooners—so closely, in fact, that Jackie Gleason contemplated suing the creators. And honestly? I get it. The jokes, the timing, the innuendos… half of it soared right over our childhood heads while our parents chuckled in the background.

But every week I’d plop down and watch the antics that Fred and his sidekick Barney—or Wilma and her bestie Betty—would tumble into. Prehistoric tales served up in modern situations. It cracked me up every time Wilma “vacuumed” using what basically amounted to a wooly mammoth on a stick. And don’t get me started on the celebrity cameos. There was something so perfectly corny about seeing a familiar face written into the show and handed a rock-themed name. Ed Sullivan? Ed Sullystone. And my absolute favorite: Ann-Margret shimmering onto the screen as Ann Margrock. Pure genius.

Maybe that’s why the Flintstones nudged their way into this prompt today. They weren’t just a cartoon; they were a tiny slice of comfort I didn’t realize I’d stashed away. A reminder of simpler afternoons, of laughing at jokes I only half understood, and of a world where dinosaurs doubled as household appliances and nobody questioned it.

So yes, Bugs Bunny may have been my first instinct. But the Flintstones? They’re the ones who quietly rolled their stone wheel into my heart and parked it there. Yabba Dabba Doo indeed.