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Then came the . A dancer in a striped bikini entered riding an actual mechanical smilodon. It shot sparks from its eyes and dry-humped the stone pillar. Bambam was blindfolded and had to find a fossilized ring hidden in a bowl of mashed pterodactyl eggs. He found it. It was not the ring. It was a brontosaurus bean. He ate it anyway. "Protein!" he roared.

Two stagehands rolled out a massive, heart-shaped rock. It was hollow. Inside, a silhouette writhed. The music turned slow and sleazy. The rock cracked open.

First came the challenge. Bambam had to drink a shot from a cup held between Vilma’s knees while doing a squat. He did it. The crowd went wild. Pablo fainted into a pile of guano.

"Maribel isn't here!" Pablo Mármol chimed in, adjusting his fake leopard-print speedo. "What happens in the Tar Pits, stays in the Tar Pits!" LOS PICAPIEDRA XXX - Despedida de soltero de Bambam

"Cut!" she screamed.

But just as she was about to give Bambam a lap dance involving a vine and a whole lot of hope, the cave entrance exploded.

As the night reached a fever pitch, Pedro decided to introduce the Gran Finale . "For the man who can crush a boulder with his pinky... a boulder of a different kind!" Then came the

Note: The "XXX" in the title suggests an adult, raunchy comedy version of The Flintstones, so this story is written in that over-the-top, parody style—full of stone-age double entendres, ridiculous situations, and adult humor.

Inside, covered in nothing but baby oil and crushed emeralds, was , the most famous exotic dancer in all of Prehistory. She had hair of moss and a tattoo of a volcano that actually erupted when she flexed.

But not angry. No. She was holding a camera drone made of pterodactyl bones and filming. She wore a leather harness and a headset. Bambam was blindfolded and had to find a

The air in the VIP section of El Rudo Rino was thick with smoke from extinct volcanoes and the scent of overripe pterodactyl fruit. Pedro Picapiedra, wearing a tie made of snakeskin and a grin that screamed trouble, raised a stone mug.

Pedro’s face turned the color of a cooked lobster. "Wait, what?"

"She said, and I quote," Betty giggled, licking a salt off a fossil, "'Make sure he forgets my mother's name.'"

A cheer erupted. On a makeshift throne made of a broken cart wheel sat Bambam. But this wasn't the little bald baby in a leopard onesie. This Bambam was a mountain of a man—a champion of the Bedrock Bodybuilding League, with biceps like granite boulders and a beard that could scratch a record. His bachelor party was legend before it even started.