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[theme song]

vroom

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ??

(male narrator) "The Jetsons"

brought to you by..

Our story begins here at the Spacely Space Sprockets factory

where this faithful dog is patiently waiting

for his beloved master to complete a long day's work.

[sighs]

[siren blaring]

Oh, roy!

woof woof woof

Hold it! Hold it!

Sorry, pal.

Things are rough-rough all over.

We got company rules.

No dogs allowed beyond this point. Get the point?

[laughs]

[growling]

Say, uh, aren't you Jetson's dog?

- Yeah. - Well..

[chuckles] Go right in.

Right.

Shee! What ever happened to toy poodles?

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

This is the last time I'm gonna work overtime.

Getting home at 3:00 in the afternoon is killing me.

Leaving, Mr. Jetson?

(George) 'Yeah, I am beats!'

When I get home, I'm gonna relax in a nice hot tub

'of sound waves.'

'Goodnight, Miss Ribbits.'

Goodnight, Mr. Jetson.

Down, please.

woof woof woof

Astro! Oh, no! Now, how did you get here?

woof woof woof

Hold it, boy! Hold it!

Easy now, easy.

Astro, what are you doing here?

I rissed you.

slurp

Yeah. Well, I missed you too.

And I bet the whole family is out looking for you.

Elroy, have you found Astro yet?

Not yet, mom.

Gee, you think he got lost?

(Jane) 'I certainly hope not.'

Here, Astro. Come on, boy.

[whistling]

Here, Astro!

Gosh, mother. He just doesn't seem to be anywhere.

I've even looked in the closets.

Poor Astro.

Maybe he got dognapped or something, huh?

I don't know, Elroy.

But one thing's for sure. He's gone.

[beeping]

[jet whirring]

(Jane) It's your dad.

Poor dear, he'll be heartbroken about Astro.

They were so close.

Come on, Astro, come on, move over.

Can't you sit in the car like other dogs?

Oh-ho, lets face it, you're a real Astro mutt.

Yeah, a Astro rutt.

[laughing]

(George) 'Well, we're home, boy. Let's go. Heel.'

Heel! Heel!

Oh, for the love of..

Now, look, I know we're pals.

But you have a distorted view of a man and a dog relationship.

- You understand? - Yeah, sure.

- Oh, what's the use? - Roing rup.

I don't know how to tell your dad Astro's gone.

Break it to him gently, mother.

Shh, here he comes.

I'm rome.

(Elroy) He's home!

- It's him! - Hooray!

Boy, did we miss you!

Oh, heck. It's only me.

woof woof woof

(Elroy) 'Where was you, Astro?'

(Judy) We've been looking all over for you.

You've been a naughty boy, making us worry like this.

Rah, I'm rorry.

Aww, he says he's sorry, mom.

Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?

- 'Oh, hello, George.' - 'Hiya, dad!'

(Elroy) 'Yeah, hi, dad.'

Maybe I ought to grow some long ears and a tail

to get some notice around here.

Oh, don't be silly. We love you too. Mwah.

Hmm, well, at least I'm running a close second.

(Judy) 'You'll always be number one around here, daddy.'

mwah

[chuckles] Well, that's better.

slurp slurp

I rove you.

Well, it's nice to be loved, but this is ridiculous.

Why don't you take Astro out for a dog walk, dear?

- While I fix dinner. - Rorrie.

(George) 'Well, you're going for a walk, anyway.'

So you can skip that snappy back talk. Now, come on.

'Come on! On your feet!'

(Astro) 'I ron't wanna.'

I ron't wanna.

[Astro crying]

- What are you blubbering for? - I ron't wanna rake a ralk.

Of course, you wanna take a walk.

These dog walks are fun. I wish I had one.

Well, alright.

Hey, wait.

No, no, Astro come back here!

Astro, where's George?

(George) Help! Help, Jane!

Stop this crazy thing, will you?

Oh, dear! How does that man get into fixes like that?

Hold on, George!

"Hold on," she says. Shee!

[Astro sobbing]

Now listen to me, you're getting on that dog walk

if it's the last thing you do.

[Astro sobbing]

Oh, boy. I must have the only juvenile dog delinquent in town.

Now spare me the sad ?? bit. Just go!

Take a walk.

I'm rorry. Oh, I'm rorry!

Alright, alright. So you're sorry.

You know, if this was on TV, you'd win an academy award.

[doorbell ringing]

Now what? Come in.

Mr. Jetson?

- 'Yeah?' - My name is Withers.

I'm an attorney representing the fabulously wealthy

J.P. Gottrockets.

Um, ahem, do you have a dog, Mr. Jetson?

What do you think this is? My mother-in-law?

Is your dog 5'9", weight 115

and answers to the name of Tralfaz?

Tralfaz?

Ralfraz? Yuck!

My dog's name has been Astro ever since we found him.

- Yeah, Rastro. - His name is Tralfaz.

And here is his pedigree to prove it.

- What's wrong, George? - Who's Gottrockets?

What does that man want, dad?

Oh, this character says Astro isn't our dog.

That's right. Mr. Gottrockets sent me to bring Tralfaz home.

- Tralfaz? - Yuck!

You can't take Astro. He's happy here.

Rah, I'm rappy rere.

Ha! You see, he's happy here.

He'll be happier with my fabulously wealthy client.

Tralfaz will have the very best.

'A split-level doghouse, heated doggy pool'

'seven-course doggy meals three times a day'

'his own fur lined fire hydrant.'

'He will live in the lap of luxury.'

Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Well, of course, if that's what Tralfaz

I mean Astro wants.

You don't want any old private swimming pool, do you, Astro?

Or you don't want any old lap of luxury, do you?

Hmm. Unh-unh.

- 'Yippee! He stays!' - 'Well, that settles it.'

Astro and I have our differences

but if he leaves, it will be over my dead body.

It may take a court order for that.

- But I'll get it. - Yeah, well, fine.

In the meantime, buzz off. Will you?

I shall return!

Rhank rou.

slurp slurp

Mmm, I wonder if I made a mistake.

But what do we do when Mr. Withers returns, George?

Yeah, he'll try to take Astro again.

Well, I could make it rough for him and let him take Astro.

- Huh? - George, be serious.

Hey, uh, couldn't we just kind of hide Astro?

- 'Elroy, you're a genius.' - I am?

A regular chip off the old block.

Operation Hide Astro is about to begin.

(male narrator) And so, while Operation Hide Astro goes into action

we go to the modest suburban flat

of Mr. J.P. Gottrockets.

Where J.P. awaits the next move in the deadly game

of Astro, Astro, Who Gets Astro?

Well, Withers, I presume

you found and returned my dog Tralfaz.

Ahem. Well, uh, eh..

Not exactly, Mr. Gottrockets, sir.

Not exactly? Now see here, Withers.

I didn't get to be filthy rich by permitting my property

to be poached on indiscriminately.

Oh, let's see.

Should I get a Miami

Honolulu or Riviera tan today?

'Oh, I guess a three-second Miami tan will do it.'

You'll pardon my saying so, sir.

But the dog seems to be happy, uh, where he is.

I want that dog returned at once.

Or you'll wind up like on TV Night Court.

- Is that clear? - Oh, no! Oh, no!

Not that, sir! I'll do it.

Of course, it will mean a custody fight in court.

I'll fight it down to my last billion.

Now get moving. Get a habeas corpuscle or something.

'At once, sir. A what, sir?'

(male narrator) Meanwhile, back at the Jetson home.

George, do you really think it will work?

Oh, sure, it will.

With this old jacket and this hat

we'll pass him off as our Uncle Charlie.

Not a bad fit, huh?

Now remember, Astro.

You're Uncle Charlie. You got it?

Rot it.

Now nobody sits like that.

- Get up and sit like a man. - Rike rhis?

[doorbell ringing]

- Who is it? - It's me, Withers.

I've got a court order to repossess Tralfaz.

Ooh, it's that mean man.

Oh, George. What do we do?

Quick, Elroy. Open the closet. Astro, you go hide in there.

Rokay.

Now, remember, don't make a sound, Uncle Charlie.

(Astro) 'Rouch!'

[whimpers]

Shh! Don't yell.

Rouch.

All set, dad.

Okay, now. Everybody, act natural.

Well, hiya, Mr. Withers.

Uh, have you seen Astro?

Don't give me that.

'I've come for the dog.'

Ah, well, you see, he ran away.

[laughs]

Look, I've got no time

for hide-and-seek games.

Where are you hiding Tralfaz?

I tell you, he ran away. Would I lie to you?

Yes. You know, the last place

anyone would hide a dog is in the closet.

But you don't look too bright, so I'll check in the closet.

Oh-oh, he's gonna find Astro.

Rello.

Oh, that's our Uncle Charlie.

He's a little on the eccentric side.

What's eccentric?

With a face like that, I'd hide too.

Good heavens. What a dog face.

Eh? Dog?

Yoo-hoo! Uncle Charlie?

Alright.

Oh, don't! No! Uncle Charlie, wait!

crash

My! What a long tail you have, Uncle Charlie.

Oh-oh!

Quick, Astro. Run for it!

Oh, no, you don't.

[comical music]

Excuse me, but did you see a big dog go by here?

- 'Re rent rat ray.' - He went that way? Thanks.

Oh, the things I go through for a measly million dollar

retainer fee.

Hey! That was Tralfaz.

'Alright, wise guy. You're coming with me!'

'I'm warning you. I never give up.'

Relp! Relp!

Quick, George! Do something.

Here comes that terrible man again.

Elroy, find another hiding place for Astro

while I keep that guy from coming back.

Where, dad? Where? Where shall I hide him?

How should I know? Put him in the..

Ah. There you are.

You know, I think we're carrying this dog-lover bit too far.

(Withers) 'Come back here, dog.'

I've got you legally cornered.

Oh, no!

crash

They've gone right through the window.

There they are. On Astro's dog walk.

It's no use, Tralfaz.

I'll track you down like a legal beagle.

And when I hit this stop button, he better be a flying beagle.

Huh? Yow!

Pretty sneaky, Jetson. But I'll be back.

Now where's that car control unit?

Ah, here it is.

Calling my car. Calling my car.

Falling due south on north side of building.

'Get down here right away. Over.'

[instrumental music]

crash

Of all the dumb cars, where were you

when the electronic brains were passed out?

I'm through being reasonable, Jetson.

You forced me into this.

I'm serving you with this summons.

Okay, so you did.

Now, make like the wind and blow.

'Very well.'

But, remember, the wind of justice

blows an ill window for those who deal in chicanery.

Now what's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, it's just something I picked up

in law school.

- What do we do now, dear? - Oh, I don't know.

It will take a Perry Spacen to save Astro now.

[crying]

(male 1) 'Hear ye, hear ye. This court is now in session.'

The first case is J.P. Gottrockets

versus the Jetsons.

You may proceed.

Shouldn't we have hired an attorney, George?

We can't afford one.

(Jane) 'Well, the Jury-Vac doesn't look too sympathetic.'

Oh, don't worry, when Astro starts having it up

this will be an open and shut case.

This better be an open and shut case, Withers

or you'll have an open and shut job.

Uh, yes, sir.

[gavel banging]

Will the plaintiff, please, take the stand?

Your Honor, my client

the fabulously wealthy Mr. Gottrockets

maintains that this pedigree

'bearing the name of Tralfaz, alias Astro'

'and fitting the description of said animal'

'is sufficient and conclusive proof'

that the dog is the property of said client.

Briefly, Your Honor, that is our case.

We will now hear from the defendant.

So you see, judge. Astro's been with us so long that-

I object, Your Honor.

'The defense is imposing undue influence on the court.'

Objection sustained.

That means scram!

Would the defense care to call any witnesses?

Uh, yeah. I'd like to call Astro to the stand.

Mr. Astro, will you, please, take the stand?

Will you tell the truth, the whole truth

et cetera, et cetera, and like that?

I rill.

I object again, Your Honor.

The witness is a dog.

Overruled.

The court is not concerned

with the personality of the witness.

But, Your Honor, he's a real dog.

You know, bow-wow. Woof-woof-woof and so forth.

Oh, yeah. So he is.

Objection sustained.

Oh, ruts!

The clerk will strike the dog's remark from the records.

And the Jury-Vac will disregard the dog's testimony.

beep beep beep

Now, Elroy, I want you to take your time and tell the court

just how you first acquired Astro.

Well, uh, you remember, pop.

It all began one day down at the playground.

I was playing in the sand box looking for mineral deposits.

I had just dug this swell hole

when all of a sudden in rushed this big dog.

Relp, rave me! Relp, relp!

Gee, fella, what is it?

What's wrong, boy, huh?

The rog ratcher.

(Elroy) The dog catcher?

Quick, boy, into this hole. I'll save ya.

Here, put on this hat

and-and try to act natural.

Rokay.

Hey, you kids seen a stray dog around here?

- A dog? - Unh-unh.

Okay, thanks.

We did it. You're safe, boy.

- Rank you. Ranks a lot. - You're welcome.

Uh, don't you have a home of your own?

- Unh-unh. - Would you like to be my dog?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

slurp

Then I brought him home and he's been mine ever since.

Except now I'm gonna lose him.

[sobbing]

[sobbing]

Now, now. Now, now.

Now, see here, any more outburst like that

I'll have to clear the courtroom, understand?

And in conclusion, I would like to point out

to this intelligent Jury-Vac

that the defense has failed

to refute the claims of my client.

'That the pedigree is absolute proof.'

And therefore, the dog is the property of my client.

Thus, we rest our case, Your Honor.

The jury having heard the evidence

will now scientifically deduce its verdict.

beep beep beep

Do you think we have a chance, dear?

Well, put it this way.

You can start calling Astro by his new name Tralfaz.

[sobbing]

Has the Jury-Vac reached a verdict?

Yes, Your Honor.

I might add, Withers, your job hangs in the balance.

The jury awards the dog

to Mr. Gottrockets.

Hooray! We did it!

Hooray! We did it! Yippee!

Good work, Withers. Your job is safe.

- For another month. - Oh, you're all heart, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry, old pal. I, I did my best.

[crying]

Of course, the, uh, defendants

will be permitted reasonable visiting hours.

[gavel banging]

Case closed.

Come on, Tralfaz. We're going home.

I've got your room all fixed up for you.

So long, Astro.

sniffle

Goodbye, Astro.

It won't be so bad.

You'll be a rich dog from now on.

Yeah. And we'll visit you every chance we get, Astro.

[sobs]

You can forget that Astro stuff.

From now on, your name is Tralfaz.

Ralfraz. Yuck!

(male narrator) And so, Astro, that is the Tralfaz

was doomed to a life of dull, depressing wealth and luxury

at the home of the fabulously wealthy Mr. J.P. Gottrockets.

He had everything a dog could want.

A private doghouse with all necessary

or incidental accessories.

And outside, he had his own private, circular dog walk.

The finest foods were readily available at paw's length.

Row about that?

But poor Astro was not happy.

He felt lost in the lonely new world.

[crying]

And he missed his beloved Jetsons.

Only two things made Astro happy.

One was his daily romp with Gottrockets.

woof woof woof

Down, boy. Down, down! Heel! Heel! No!

'Yeeowch!'

Oh, that's six pairs of pants you've ruined this week.

[laughing]

The other thing that made him happy was visiting hour.

Tell me, how are they treating you, pal?

Rot bad.

Then one day..

Oh, Tralfaz. It's visiting hour again.

- Hi, Astro. - Hello, boy.

- It's us, Astro. - Here, boy.

Rippie!

woof woof woof

slurp slurp slurp

[laughs] Alright, Astro.

I'm glad to see you too.

We sure miss you, Astro.

I riss you too.

Just look at them, Withers. I think we've been wrong.

Taking that sweet dog from those nice people.

Would we hurt our corporate image if we gave him back?

It would make everybody happy, sir.

Besides, it could make things a lot easier

on my personal image.

Oh, I agree, sir.

And I'll arrange the papers right away.

Well, so long, pal. We'll be back next week.

(Withers) 'Oh, Mr. Jetson. One moment, please.'

Mr. Gottrockets has decided to present Tralfaz, Astro

to you as a gift.

- Huh? - 'Here are the papers, sir.'

(Withers) 'Astro is now legally yours.'

Why, it's true. Astro belongs to us.

Come on, boy. You're going home.

Rippie!

mwah mwah mwah

I'm roing rome. Rippie!

Rippie! I mean yippie!

Give Mr. Gottrockets our thanks, Withers.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

? For he's a jolly good fellow ?

? For he's a jolly good fellow ?

? For he's a jolly good fellow ?

? Which nobody can deny ??

? Which robody ran reny wooo ??

(male narrator) "The Jetsons"

brought to you by..

[theme music]

Meow!

(George) Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing.

Jane!

Help! Jane!

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