You know what I wonder? I wonder why after all those years of dying in barrels and crates and other means of conveyance did no one ever try one of those rafts over Niagara Falls that Marshall Will and Holly plunged a thousand feet below in during the greatest earthquake ever known? I don't think they got so much as a hangnail from that experience. Niagara Falls would be total chump change by comparison, yeah?
I don't know about you, but nothing evokes the atmosphere of prehistoric times for me like the sound of born-to-be-mild vocals against the plucky ostinato of a choir of banjos.
What's hilarious is that the production quality here is Flintstonian. It was really nice of that dinosaur to give them a head start - maybe he just hadn't had his morning cup of coffee yet. Yeah, I totally watched that show.