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[theme song]

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ??

[instrumental music]

(male narrator) "The Jetsons.."

...brought to you by..

[instrumental music]

Hurry up, Judy. You'll be late for school.

And you too, Elroy.

Mom, have you seen my encyclopedia?

Here it is.

'You know these micro books of yours are always getting lost.'

(Judy) 'Thanks, mom.'

Uh, now that daddy is gonna be the new office supervisor

can I have a bigger allowance?

What you give me now hardly buys anything.

Well, we'll see, Judy.

You know, daddy hasn't been officially promoted yet.

He's seeing Mr. Spacely about it this morning.

Oh, I hope he gets the job.

He deserves it.

And besides, I need a new spring strato-hat.

[vehicle whooshing]

Good heavens! What was that?

Oh, it's Buddy Blastoff. He's taking me to school.

- Hi, Buddy! - Space bus!

Let's hit it, space chicken.

[whirring]

[chuckles] Isn't he cute?

Cute? I have never even met the boy personally.

At least he could come to the door.

I'll tell him. Bye, mom.

Okay, Buddy. Chicken's in the oven!

[whooshes]

Buddy Blastoff, huh?

Last week it was Nicky Nosecone.

Oh, well, now to get George up.

Oh, George, time to get up! You'll miss your appointment!

Right with you, honey, as soon as I do my exercises.

[whirring]

One, two, three, four, five, six seven, eight.

Ah, boy, I can feel that flab meltin'.

[yawning]

Better not overdo it.

Now for a fast lap around the track.

'Oh, boy. That sure stirs up the circulation.'

'That's enough of that.'

'Now let's see now. Oh, yeah.'

'I'll do a couple of fast rounds with the old punching bag.'

Attaboy, George.

Attaboy, George, kid. Give it to him.

Harder. Faster. Give it to him. Give him the old one-two.

Yeah, I'd better quit. I'm starting to perspire.

[groans]

Elroy, why aren't you ready for school?

I don't feel good, mom. I think..

I think I'm coming down with Venus virus.

Venus virus, eh?

Last week, you said it was Martian mumps.

Anything to miss the space calculus test.

I tell you, I'm sick.

Oh, this is it. It's growing black.

Quick, where's a pencil?

I gotta make out my will.

Alright. Alright. Hold on.

Just hold on. I'll call the doctor.

Calling Dr. Racey. Dr. Ken Racey.

Yes, Mrs. Jetson? Somebody got a pain in the tummy-tum-tum?

It's Elroy, doctor. I think it's the Venus virus this time.

Venus virus? Oh, that can be catching.

Alrighty, Elroy.

This is your dedicated physician speaking.

Stick out your tongue.

Mm-hmm. Ah-ha.

Hmm! Oh, my!

Well, what do you see, doctor?

Two dozen gumdrops

a pastrami sandwich, half a pizza.

Elroy! For breakfast?

Well, ahem, you see

I-I thought it was my last day on Earth.

[coughing]

Yes, well, it pains me to tell you

but there's only one known cure.

- What's that? - A full day at school.

You're fine.

Aw, phooey.

Elroy!

Thank you, Dr. Racey. Sorry to call you needlessly.

Think nothing of it, madam.

It's my duty as the nation's number one dedicated physician.

Which reminds me, one house call, the usual fee.

No hurry on the bill.

Tomorrow morning will be fine.

Happy medicine.

Well, Elroy, you've just spent your father's raise.

Gee, I'm sorry, mom.

What raise? My goodness!

If he doesn't get to work, he won't even have a job.

Oh, George. You're late!

I'll be ready in a flash, honey.

Thanks to our Supersonic Dress-O-Matic.

Hah, let's see, now. Today's the big promotion.

I'll wear my white button-down radiation shirt

gray flannel space suit, and, uh, black solar moccasins.

[chuckles] I gotta look real sharp today.

[beeping]

(George) 'Now, wait! Wait!'

'For crying out.. Hold it! Hold it! Help!'

George, what's the matter?

(George) 'Take a look.'

[both laughing]

Ha-ha-ha. It's very funny.

Now, look, Janey, honey, I know you bought that Dress-O-Matic

for my birthday, but it has got to go.

I've heard of short circuits, pop,

but nobody'll believe this.

[chuckles] Oh, you're lovely, George. That radiant complexion.

What's your secret?

[doorbell chiming]

- Someone's at the door. - 'Yeah, I'll get it.'

- Who's there? - 'Henry, your dandy handyman.'

Hey-hey-hey. Oh, good morning, Mrs. Jetson.

I thought I heard some shoutin'.

Hmm.

[sniffing]

Say, it's nice perfume you're wearing.

- Eh, what do you call it? - I call it an insult!

That's what I call it!

Mr. Jetson!

Well, now.

When's your birthday? I'll buy you a purse.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Good morning, Mr. Jetson.

My, this is your big little old day, isn't it?

- I hope so. - Oh, well.

I think it's just wonderful.

You certainly deserve this promotion.

Ah, thank you, Miss Gamma. I've waited a long time.

[chuckles]

Say, isn't that funny? I smell perfume.

[sniffing] And it's not mine!

[TV buzzing]

- Send up Jetson, Miss Gamma. - Yes, sir.

- Ready, Mr. Jetson? - Right.

Well, good luck.

thud

Sorry, Jetson. I've been meaning to have that chair fixed.

Uh, anyway, I've got a surprise for you.

Eh, I just had one. Oh, yeah, the other one.

- I-I've been expecting it. - Not this one. Take a peek.

Hey, it's some kind of a brain.

Very clever, Jetson.

This is the latest thing, a Uniblab.

Cost over five billion of the company's money

not including batteries.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Five billion!

I know it's a lot of money, but watch what it can do.

(Uniblab) Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Hear that, Jetson? Not only intelligent, but respectful too.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

You're not funny, Jetson.

Now, watch this.

Uniblab, what's happening on the stock market?

(Uniblab) Sell AP and P. Sell AP and P.

Buy United Rocket. Buy United Rocket.

United Rocket, eh? You hear that, Jetson?

Remind me to buy some United Rocket stock

right after the coffee break.

(Uniblab) One lump or two? One lump or two?

- One lump or two? - 'I'll take it black.'

[gurgling]

- Your coffee, sir. - Thank you.

Uh, how about that, Jetson?

Oh, why, it's marvelous, Mr. Spacely. It's sensational.

I've never seen anything like it.

Glad to hear you say that.

It makes it easier.

- Easier, sir? - Yes.

Say hello to the new office supervisor.

Well, hi there.

Congratulations, and I'm sure you're..

Now, wait, wait, wait, wait. I-I thought I was gonna be-

Never fear, Jetson.

I haven't forgotten your years of loyalty and devotion

to Spacely Sprockets.

No indeed.

I'm making you Uniblab's assistant.

Eh, keep him well-lubricated.

Uh, but, Mr. Spacely, I, I-

(Uniblab) Cut the gab, cut the gab. Time is money, time is money.

That's the old company spirit. You heard him, Jetson.

Let's move. Time is money, time is money.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Oh, congratulations, Mr. Jetson, on your new job.

- What new job? - Hey!

(Uniblab) 'Polish your nails on your own time.'

Polish your nails on your own time.

Back to work. Back to work.

Well, of all things!

Hiya, Georgie, boy. How's it feel to be supervisor?

Meet Captain Bligh. He got the job.

Huh?

- What the.. - Back to work. Back to work.

Oh, you must be kiddin', George.

[laughs] He looks like a refugee from a horror movie.

Hey, didn't I see you once on a shock theater?

[laughs]

Hey, George! Tell him to put me down!

(Uniblab) You're fired. You're fired.

You're fired.

'You're fired.'

[clanking]

What a temper. At least you could've waited

until he had his coffee break.

Hey, look what I found! The platinum dollar.

Today is my lucky day, after all.

(Uniblab) Lucky day, lucky day, lucky day.

Hit the jackpot. Jackpot. Jackpot overdue.

Overdue. Overdue.

(George) Overdue, huh? Okay, I'll give it a whirl.

[whirring]

Hit, hit, hit. Mama need new space boots.

"C-H-U-M-P?"

(Uniblab) Chump, chump, chump.

[giggles]

Why, you..

[screaming]

Time for lunch, time for lunch.

Come on, come on, come on.

Where do you put it all? This is your third container.

You must be lined with sponges.

(Uniblab) More, more, more.

Burp. Ah! That was good.

Time for fun. Time for fun. Fun. Fun.

Name your game. Name your game.

Jupiter gin. Jupiter gin.

'Planet poker. Planet poker.'

'Five-card satellite. Five-card satellite.'

But Mr. Spacely doesn't allow cards here. He hates them.

(Uniblab) Spacely's a stupe. Stupe. Stupe.

Now you're talking, Uniblab. You know somethin'?

That's the first real brainwave you've had.

Believe me, pal, not only is Spacely a stupe

but he's the king of the old crabs.

You talk about pests. I mean, he's impossible.

Who do you think runs the business for him?

Me, George Jetson, that's who. Besides that, he's a cheap-

(Mr. Spacely) 'Well, now, where's my new supervisor?'

'I'd like to see how he's doing.'

(Uniblab) Five trillion, twenty-six billion

by the third power. Power.

Divided by the nuclear hypotenuse

'of the electronic isosceles.'

Look at him go.

Too bad you don't have an IQ like that, eh, Jetson?

- Ah, if you say so, sir. - What do you mean, if I say so?

Well, frankly, Mr. Spacely

I think I'm just as qualified as..

[Uniblab crackling]

- What's wrong? - This is a recording.

This is a recording.

(George on recorder) 'Believe me, not only is Spacely a stupe'

'but he's king of the old crabs.'

'Talk about pests. I mean, he's impossible.'

'Who do you think runs the business for him?'

'Me, George Jetson, that's who.'

- Jetson! - Uh, sir, I-I..

It was all a mistake. Hah. It was a mistake.

I-I-I was acting out. I was acting. That's it.

I was trying out for the-the company play.

Uh, "Spacely's Follies," huh.

[chuckles] Oh, you'll love it.

? We are the happy Spacely employees ?

(Uniblab) Play back. Play back. Play back.

(George on recorder) 'He's impossible!'

'Who do you think runs the business for him?'

'Me, George Jetson.

Cut! Cut!

Company play, eh, Jetson?

You know what this means?

No Christmas bonus?

You're fired!

F-I-R.. And..

F-I-R-

(Uniblab) E-D, E-D.

- Oh, thank you, Uniblab. - Make him finish out the week.

- Finish out the week. - Oh, good thinking.

Why pay him for nothing?

Jetson, you've got until Friday.

Nice going, Uniblab.

If there's one thing I admire, it's loyalty.

(Uniblab) Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Why, you.. You Unifink!

All account of you, I'm fired.

I've got a wife and two kids

and ten finance companies to support.

How do I pay my bills?

(Uniblab) Try your luck. Try your luck.

Roulette. Roulette. Can't lose. Can't lose.

Be a sport. Be a sport.

[whirring]

How do you like that monster?

Not only does he get me fired, but he wins my last paycheck.

"Bet number 32, black," he says.

It wasn't even on the wheel.

Oh, well, I'll, I'll just tell Jane the truth. That's all.

I'll say, "Honey, I've decided to terminate my position

"with Spacely Rockets.

"I feel it's time I branched out

into a more lucrative endeavor."

Oh, boy, that'd be great. Just great.

(all) Surprise!

? For he's a jolly good fellow ?

? For he's a jolly good fellow ??

(all) 'Congratulations!'

What? What is it, my birthday or something?

Oh, no, silly. This isn't a birthday cake.

Read what it says on the icing.

(George) "'Congratulation to the new office supervisor.'"

Oh, gee. This is thoughtful of you all.

I-I-I really don't deserve it.

We wanted Henry to be in on it, too.

Yeah. And he helped us wire the cake.

[laughs] Yes, siree, Mr. Jetson.

Say, how's it feel to be a big wheel with the company, huh?

- I'll never know. - What's that dear?

Uh, I said, "I'm in the dough."

You hear that, Judy? Bigger allowances.

Yeah, pop. You're a brain!

Oh, please, please. Don't use that word again. Please.

Alrighty, everybody. Ready?

Just as we rehearsed it now.

Sing a long with Henry!

? Congratulations to George ?

? Congratulations to George ?

? The new office supervisor ?

? Congratulations to George ?

George, don't look so modest.

You had it coming to you.

Hand me the suds gun, Mr. Jetson.

- Huh? Oh, oh, sure. - Huh.

So you got fired all on account of that Unipest character, huh?

- That's what I call dirty pool. - Ah, it's even dirtier, Henry.

I still haven't told my family. I'm nothing but a coward.

Now, now, Mr. Coward.. I mean, Mr. Jetson.

There's lots of other work around.

Why, I got a third cousin

who's making out real well on Mars.

I don't think I could take Mars, Henry.

I hear those little green bosses are murder.

Say, uh, would you hand me the suds dryer, please?

- Sure. - Take my advice, Mr. Jetson.

When you get to work, go right in and apologize to Mr. Spacely.

Apologize? I don't wanna crawl, Henry.

Well, who said anything about crawl?

Just get down on your hands and knees, and beg forgiveness.

He's bound to be touched.

Henry, I think it's worth a try.

All I can lose is my self-respect.

I'll see Mr. Spacely first thing this morning.

Say, he-he, how do you like your wash job, Mr. Jetson?

Wash job? Oh, very nice, Henry. Very, very nice.

- There's only a thing, though. - Eh, what's that?

That's not my car.

It'll be easy. I'll just tell Mr. Spacely that I'm very sorry

and I'll never call him names again.

[screeching]

(George) Why, you big strata-jerk!

It's vacuum heads like you who keep the fuselage

and fender shops in business!

Come on out and face the music!

Morning, Jetson. Nice day, isn't it?

[stammering] Mister..

- Mr. Spacely, I presume? - That's correct.

Hope you're wearing your watch, Jetson

because you have exactly five minutes to clean out your desk!

Then, I got my Ph.D. from MIT. MIT.

Drafted. Drafted. Promoted to second lieutenant. Lieutenant.

- 'Oh, supervisor!' - Back to work. Back to work.

(Uniblab) 'Everybody, work, work, work. Work, work.'

Best supervisor I've ever had.

(Uniblab) Have a cigar. Have a cigar. Have a light. Have a light.

[laughs]

My boy, you're executive material.

The board of directors are coming this morning

and you're going to meet them.

Yes, indeed.

This could mean a big step for you.

- The top echelon. - Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Everybody, work, work, work, work.

Long live Spacely. Long live Spacely.

- 'Spacely!' - He-he-he.

Love him like a son. Like a son. Like a son.

We're going to miss you, George.

Well, you know the old sayin'.

That's the way the satellite bounces.

You're lucky to be leaving here.

Did you hear his latest suggestion?

Yeah. Imagine putting you back on a four-day week.

The slave driver.

What does he think this is, the 20th century?

(Uniblab) Lunchtime. Lunchtime. Lunchtime.

Sorry, buster. I don't work here anymore.

Remember that old crab Spacely

gave me five minutes to clean out my desk?

And I did it in four, so in one minute, I'll be free of..

- Hey! - 'One minute is all it takes.'

One minute is all it takes. Lunchtime. Lunchtime.

Unilube. Unilube.

Okay, okay! Put me down!

thud

I hope you get ulcers in your cyclotron.

Psst. Hey, Mr. Jetson.

Henry, what're you doing here?

Eh, I'm just on my lunch hour, sonny.

And I, uh, I heard what happened between you and your boss.

Yeah, well, this is the last time I'll have to feed

that repulsive robot of his.

Say, uh, let me play waiter.

[laughs] I'll just add a smidgen of my special spring tonic

and whoopee!

Tonic? But Unifink is supposed to get lubrication.

- You know, oil. - 'Eh, now, don't fret, sonny.'

One guzzle of this, and he'll be oiled for life.

[chuckles] Well-oiled.

Well, there's nothing like getting oiled, now, is there?

[laughs]

(Uniblab) Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Drink up, buddy. Heh-heh. There's plenty more.

And next time, I'll let you try it on the rocks.

[laughs]

Now, where's this tax deduction of yours?

This brain of brains?

The board of directors would like to see it.

Gentlemen, words won't do him justice.

- Then bring him in. - Uniblab?

Uniblab? Headquarters calling.

(Spacely on radio) 'The board of directors are here.'

You are being paged, happy boy.

[laughs]

(Uniblab) Hic! Hic! Hic!

Whoopie!

crash

Hic! Hic! Hic!

Burp! Whoopie!

[chuckling] He, uh, m-must h-have a-a-a short somewhere.

Yeah.

Let's show them what you know.

Latest Wall Street quotations, Uniblab.

(Uniblab) Bottom of the third. Hic! Third. Hic!

Yankees, six. Hic! Hic! L.A., three. L.A., three.

Hic! Detroit, seven. Hic!

[chuckles] Eh, great sense of humor.

I said the stock market!

(Uniblab) Roulette. Roulette. Roulette.

Bet 32 black. Hic. Bet 32 black. Hic.

Name your game. Hic. Jupiter gin. Jupiter gin.

Hic. Planet poker. Planet poker. Hic.

Have some coffee. Hic. Have some coffee.

Is this your idea of efficiency, Spacely?

(George on recorder) 'Spacely's a stupe. Spacely's a stupe.'

'Spacely's a stupe. Spacely's a stupe.'

I'm inclined to agree.

No, no, no. There-there's been a mistake.

L-listen, i-it'll play back every word we've said.

Play the tape, Uniblab.

Eh, now, get this.

(George on recorder) 'Believe me, not only is Spacely a stupe'

'but he's king of the crabs.'

Not that reel! Change your record.

? It's the Outer Space shake shake ?

? Shake shake ??

Five billion dollars for this?

Get rid of him, Spacely, or you'll be out of a job.

Uniblab, you're fired!

(Uniblab) Fired? Hic. You're fired, fatso.

Help! Somebody turn him off.

Help! Jetson!

And that's the whole story.

Right after I cut Uniblab's cable

we picked him up and dumped him in the junkyard.

And that's the last we'll see of him.

Spacely was so happy

he offered me the supervisor's job

and a big raise.

Oh, George, we're all so proud of you.

I'll get it.

- Who's there? - 'It's me, Henry, Mr. Jetson.'

Well, I finally went and did it.

Did what, Henry?

Well, I made plans for my vacation.

And starting Monday, I'm spending

a whole month on the moon!

Ah, that's wonderful, Henry.

But who's taking your job while you're away?

Well, he-he, you know all the labor shortages, Mr. Jetson.

You just got to get anybodyyou can.

Say, uh, would you step in here, please?

Mr. Jetson, meet my replacement.

(Uniblab) Any complaints? Any complaints?

Uniblab!

(Uniblab) Raise the rent. Raise the rent.

No pets. No pets.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

No, you don't. Out. Out. Out.

Out of my house, and stay out!

Ouch! Ouch!

[groaning]

(male narrator) "The Jetsons.."

...brought to you by

famous Colgate dental cream with activated gardol.

Brushing after eating with Colgate

helps stop bad breath

helps fighting decay.

[theme music]

[screeching]

Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Jane!

Help! Jane!

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