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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]

No! No, wait!

No! No! I'm lost. Where am I?

Oh, dear. George is having another nightmare.

I'll turn down this way. Now where am I?

Help! I'm lost! Somebody, help!

I knew I took the wrong turnoff on that skyway.

[thunder rumbling]

Ah, there's a sign sticking up

out of that black cloud up ahead.

(George) '"Welcome to Space-Hades.'

'"You'll find friends here.'

'Average temperature, 212 degrees?"'

Oh, boy. This is no place for me.

[crackling]

I'm caught in its magnetic pull!

Help!

[thuds]

(Spacely) 'We've been expecting you, Jetson.'

That voice, that obnoxious voice.

It's so familiar. Where have I heard it?

- Evening, Jetson. - Mr. Spacely.

What the devil are you do.. I mean..

[laughs]

If you think I was a miserable boss on Earth..

[laughs] ...that was minor leagues.

I've made the big time.

Come here, Jetson!

[laughing]

Help, police! Eliot Nessteroid!

Help, somebody!

George, wake up. George!

- George, you're dreaming. - Help!

What's all the noise for? It woke me up.

- Yeah, what's the matter? - Yeah, what's the ratter?

Daddy's having another nightmare.

Come on now. Help me pull him down.

Now, all together.

Heave!

[thuds]

- Poor pop. - Oh, let's see.

It's the third time this week he's had a bad dream.

And all of them starring his boss, Mr. Spacely.

Yeah.

Well, do you feel better, dear?

Huh? Who? Huh? Where am I?

Oh, oh, I remember.

Mr. Spacely was chasin' me with a pitchfork!

It's probably because he's been working you too hard.

Yeah. Yeah, I know. I know.

Yesterday I worked two full hours.

Well, what does Spacely think he's running?

- A sweatshop? - Honey, you're right.

You're absolutely right. I'm through bein' pushed around.

[alarm ringing]

Hooba-dooba, eight o'clock.

Out of the way. I'll be late for work.

Where's my clothes? Where's my shoes?

Western Universe. Western Universe.

Tele-tape for Mr. Jetson. George Jetson, tele-tape.

Now, who would send me a tele-tape at this hour?

Hey, I just remembered.

Last week I bought two tickets for the Venus sweepstakes.

I could've won. Maybe my number came up.

Good luck, Mr. Jetson.

Oh, hurry, George. Play the tele-tape. I'm so excited.

Oh, boy! Maybe I won the sweepstakes.

Huh, London, Paris, here we come!

[bugle call]

(man on tape) 'Greetings, Private Jetson.'

Hooba-dooba, rooba-dooba-dooba.

Your number came up, pop, but it isn't the sweepstakes.

(man on tape) 'Jetson, you're hereby ordered to report for two weeks'

'of reserve training in the United States Space Guard.'

Oh, George, they've called up your unit.

'Let's get in shape now, private.'

'You're soft, soft, soft, soft, soft.'

'Some calisthenics. Here, now let's go.'

'One, two, three, four. One, two, three..'

Uh, would you take over for me, honey?

(man on tape) 'One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.'

Don't worry, daddy. We'll send you lots of fruitcake capsules.

Wonder where you'll be stationed.

(man on tape) 'Now, hear this, fruitcake capsules and other mail'

'should be sent care of APO Camp Nebula.'

'Okay. Double-time, Jetson.'

'Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two..'

Do you hear that, pop? They're sending you to Camp Nebula.

That's ten million miles from the nearest asteroid.

[laughs] You know the Space Guard, Elroy.

Any place out of this world, they build a camp. Ha-ha-ha.

(man on tape) 'Attention!'

Okay, honey, I'll take it from here.

Oh, phew! This army life is rough.

(man on tape) 'Being that you're a family man with responsibilities'

'the Space Guard will allow you sufficient time'

'to get your affairs in order.'

'You have exactly two minutes. Get moving!'

Oh, boy. You hear that, honey? They're all heart.

Oh, George, we're all going to miss you so.

Gee, that's for sure, pop.

Would you mind giving me my allowance in advance?

[bawling]

I'll riss you.

Ha-ha. I'll riss rou roo.

I-I mean, I'll miss you, too, Astro.

[all bawling]

Oh, now come on. Come on now. Come on.

Hey, now, cut it out, everybody.

You've got me doin' it.

[sniffles]

You know, in some ways, I'm glad to go.

It's two weeks' vacation from that slave driver, Spacely.

And he can't do a thing about it.

[doorbell rings]

Come in.

Ta-da-ta-ta ta-ta-da da-ta-da!

Reservist Henry reportin' for duty.

Don't tell me they're taking you, Henry.

Aren't you over the age limit?

Age limit in the Space Guard?

No. Everybody goes.

Why, shucks, my grandpa just made rookie of the year.

- Ha-ha-ha! - Well, I better get dressed.

(George) Boy, I'd like to see Spacely's face

when I don't show up for work.

[laughs]

I'll be right with you, Henry.

- Okay, Henry, let's go. - Beautiful.

[laughs] Just beautiful.

[laughs] Oh, George, you pushed the wrong button again.

Oh, no!

Now, that's more like it.

[laughs]

[automated message] 'Call for George Jetson.'

'Call for George Jetson.'

I bet that's the boss wondering why I'm not at work.

Oh, boy, this is gonna be a pleasure.

Spacely, old boss, you're gonna have to go to work for a change

because I'll be tied up on government business

for a couple of weeks.

Yeeks! Mr. Spacely!

It's Major Spacely to you, Private Jetson.

- Salute the screen. - Uh, oh, huh..

Uh, yes, sir, Major Spacely, sir.

I-I, I-I didn't know you were in the reserves.

Better than that, Jetson. I'm your commanding officer.

Now, what's taking you so long to report?

If you're bucking for a Section 800-

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, sir. No, sir.

Because I just love court martials.

They're so dramatic.

Okay. Hut, two, three, four.

Forward march!

Hut, two, three, four. Hut, two, three, four.

Daddy, does a private get to give anybody orders?

Yes. Do your homework.

You can depend on me, sir.

Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four.

[instrumental music]

We have been cooped up in this thing for over ten minutes.

Yeah. Like, uh, where is this camp?

I'm used to bein' way out, but this is ridiculous.

Say, uh, how does this sound, Mr. Jetson?

"Dear Congressman Flameout

I wish to protest the camp conditions."

[laughs] Henry, what are you complainin' about?

We haven't even seen the camp. Ha-ha-ha.

Well, that's true, but, uh, it don't hurt none to be prepared.

Hey, we're here.

(Henry) '"Camp Nebula. Men from 18 to 80."'

'That's us, Mr. Jetson.'

'Hey-hey-hey! Well, this is it.'

What do you think?

Uh, Henry, what was the name

of that congressman again?

I might wanna drop him a card.

[laughs]

Here's your unit, Major Spacely.

The rest is up to you.

Oh, you can depend on me, Colonel Countdown.

Never mind me. Worry about General McMissile.

He arrives tomorrow for an inspection.

Uh, General McMissile?

Very explosive temper. They call him Old Blastoff.

Old Blastoff, eh?

We'll be ready for him.

[thuds]

Alright, major. Time's wasting. Get your men organized.

And don't sit down on the job, understand?

Y-y-yes, sir.

Now, men, we have a heavy schedule ahead of us.

Jetson, I'm appointing you temporary corporal.

Take the men to the indoctrination center.

Temporary corporal? Oh, sir, thank you.

You won't be sorry. I won't let you down.

I mean, you may have been a rotten civilian, sir

but as an officer, you're-

- 'What's that, Jetson?' - Uh, yes, sir.

To the indoctrination center, men!

Alright, fellas, who wants to be the first to be indoctrinated?

You go right ahead, Mr. Jetson.

[chuckles] You're our leader.

Yeah. That's right.

Corporal Jetson reporting with the new reservists.

Let's have some action.

"Barbershop unit number one."

Hey, I'd like a little off the sides.

[automated message] 'Next.'

Hey, wait till I take my hat off.

I wanna speak to the chaplain.

What's next?

Uh-oh. "Medical exams."

- Ow! - 'Say ah.'

Aah!

This is no examination. It's an inquisition.

[automated message] 'Heart okay. Next.'

'Eye test next.'

'Read chart. Read chart.'

"I, O, U, B, O, P."

[automated message] 'Eyes okay. Next. Next.'

'Eye test. Read chart.'

Read chart? Um, what chart?

[automated message] 'Reject. Reject. Send home. Send home.'

"IQ test."

[laughs] This'll be a snap.

[automated message] 'Put pegs in holes. Put pegs in holes.'

[laughs] How juvenile.

[automated message] 'Normal. Normal.'

- Naturally. - 'Next.'

'IQ test, next.'

'Put pegs in holes. Put pegs in holes.'

Duh, uh, take the round peg

uh, put into the square hole.

bang

[automated message] 'Good thinking. Shows initiative.'

'Officer material. Officer material.'

'Congratulations. Congratulations.'

"Wardrobe." Here's where I get my uniform.

- 'What size?' - Well, I take a 38.

Hey, cut it out, will you? Easy!

Ow! That water's cold!

Hold it. Hold it. You forgot my shoes.

[automated message] 'One pair of shoes coming up.'

Yeow! Hey, use a shoehorn next time, will ya?

[laughs] That is not such a bad fit at that.

You know, there's nothin' like custom tailoring.

Is there, Henry?

Well, if you say so, Mr. Jetson.

But are you sure this is the custom?

[laughs]

[automated message] 'Checkout. Checkout.'

'Approved, US 51073. Next.'

'Approved, US 51074. Next.'

'Approved, US 51075. Next.'

Henry, your helmet. Put it on your..

'Approved, US 51076.'

- Are you okay, Henry? - I feel fine, thanks.

Now tell me, stewardess, what time do we get to Chicago?

As your acting corporal, I must compliment you men.

You look great. A credit to the firm.

Thanks, Jetson. We like you, too.

And maybe you'll be our sergeant.

Why, sure.

The Space Guard is known for rapid promotions.

That's right. I've been here two hours.

- I'm overdue. - 'Attention!'

All present and accounted for, sir.

Fine, fine. We're behind schedule, men.

We've got to begin training immediately.

I'm with you, sir.

Naturally, uh

there's got to be a sergeant.

Someone you men can look up to

with built-in brains and discipline.

Your new sergeant cost the government millions.

Sergeant Uniblab, front and center.

Oh, really, sir, I'm not worth anything like millions.

I'm, uh.. Uniblab?

Oh, no! This scrapheap is gonna be murder.

Back in line, private. Back in line.

That's the spirit, sergeant.

The service needs more brains like you.

- Take over. - Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Close-order drill. Close-order drill.

Ready, men? Fly up! Fly up!

Fly right! Fly right!

(Uniblab) 'Come on. Close it up. Close it up!'

'About fly! About fly!'

Hoo-ee!

This brain ain't kiddin', Mr. Jetson.

No wonder. He must be buckin' for ROTC.

Robot Officers Training Corps.

Right fly! Left fly!

About fly! Oblique fly! Left fly!

(Uniblab) 'Right fly! Left fly! About fly!'

Goof-ups! Goof-ups!

Eight balls! Eight balls!

Listen, sarge, we couldn't help it.

Yeah. Uh, we're kind of rusty.

My landing gear's in bad shape.

Okay, okay. Got a good deal for you.

Raffle! Raffle! Win a weekend pass.

Only a buck. Only a buck.

Rafflin' off passes?

Are you sure that's in regulations?

Ah. Don't let him con you, Henry.

Listen, Uniblab. Put the bite on somebody else.

We're not buyin'.

Need two volunteers. Two volunteers.

You and you.

Mess-hall detail, attention!

'About-face! Forward march!'

KP duty, huh?

How much do you think it would cost us

to call that congressman, Henry?

Potato pills?

What do they expect us to do with these? Count 'em?

Hey, you guys, what do you think this is? A vacation?

Get those potato pills mashed.

How about that? Mashed potato pills.

(George) Slavery, that's what it is, slavery.

[thuds]

Now for the final touch.

Okay, Mr. Jetson, turn it on.

Not too much now.

There's nothin' like a little touch of gravy.

[laughs]

I don't know about you, Henry

but all this manual labor has me worn out.

Come on, you goldbricks.

Now get this place cleaned up.

Oh, boy, this KP is brutal. They work you to death.

(George) Let's see. Brush, pail, mop.

If you do the scrubbin' and moppin'

I'll take care of the pots and pans and stuff.

Well, I may as well get started. No use puttin' it off.

[sighs]

(Henry) Pots, pans and dishes.

KP hasn't changed in years.

Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Alright, now. Let's get with it.

splash

[dishes clanking]

I don't know if I can take two weeks of this.

Oh, boy.

[automated message] 'Private Jetson. Paging Private Jetson.'

- Over here. - 'Phone call. Phone call.'

This is Sergeant Uniblab. Uniblab.

Report to my office! Report to my office!

Can't you see I'm busy?

Important assignment! Important assignment!

Now, that's more like it.

You hear that, Henry? Uniblab needs me.

It was only a matter of time.

(Uniblab) 'Come in. Come in.'

Private Jetson reportin' for...

Hey, what's this?

Martian blackjack. Martian blackjack.

Everybody wins! Everybody wins!

But, sergeant, we're not supposed to gamble on the post.

- It's definitely- - Glad to have you aboard.

(Uniblab) Jetson.

'Place your bets. Place your bets.'

Winner gets a desk job. Winner gets a desk job.

I am broke.

And I've gotta re-enlist for two years just to pay him off.

Let me look at those cards, Uniblab.

There's somethin' funny goin' on.

[beeping]

Hm, three beeps

and it's the three of spades.

You've been usin' a hi-fi deck

and picking up the signals on your antennas.

I'm gonna report you to Major Spacely.

Spacely! Spacely!

[laughs]

- Spacely. - What's so funny about him?

You know. You work for him.

[laughs] Spacely's stupid. Spacely's stupid.

[laughs] That's only flattering him.

I could tell you things you wouldn't believe.

- Tell me. Tell me. - Well-

Speak up. Speak up. Won't tell a soul.

Well, I'll never understand how he got his commission.

Why, do you know that..

And after General McMissile watches the moon maneuvers

we'll stage a full-dress review.

Oh, don't worry, colonel. You can depend on my unit.

Every man is disciplined.

[tele-viewer ringing]

Excuse me, colonel. This must be a call from Sergeant Uniblab.

Oh, it's Private Jetson, one of my troopers.

Works for me back home. Not too bright, but very loyal.

I'll turn up the sound.

[laughs] Yeah, and that's what happened.

We employees had this secret ballot, see?

And old Spacely was elected numbskull of the year.

[laughs]

[chuckles] Uh, nothing like

a little GI humor.

Then another time we got this crucial government order

for ten 5000-cog sprockets. You know what old Spacely did?

[laughs] He sent out 5000 ten-cog sprockets.

[laughing]

[coughs]

- And then there was a time- - Attention, Sub-private Jetson!

Oh, boy. Permanent guard duty.

That wouldn't be so bad, but bustin' me to sub-private

on account of that sneaky Sergeant Uniblab

and his super-snooper camera. Ooh, I'd like to-

Easy now, private. Uh, I mean, sub-private.

I know a way to fix Uniblab's tin wagon if you'd like to try.

- You do? How? - We short-circuit him.

See, he's over at the dynamo getting hisself a recharge.

Let's go! I'd try anything to get rid of that revoltin' robot.

"Robot recharger, station number one."

Are you sure this will work, Henry?

Now, don't worry, Mr. Jetson.

I got it all figured out.

[laughs]

- Wow, what a layout! - Now, where's Uniblab?

There he is. The last one on the right.

Look at that. Sleepin' like a baby.

How you doin' back there, Henry?

Won't be long after I get this cover open.

Well, what do you know? Automatic transmission.

Ah! Here it is.

Out with the robot pack, AC current like so.

And in with the robot pack, DC current.

[chuckles] Very simple.

An AC electronic brain running on a DC current.

Somethin' tells me he's gonna have an awful day tomorrow.

I can hardly wait.

Where in the heck is Sergeant Uniblab?

Yeah, like, uh, we've been standin' around for an hour.

Uh, you know how robots are, fellas.

He might be having ignition trouble.

I got a feelin' it's worse than that.

[laughs] I wouldn't be surprised if he needed a complete valve job.

[laughs]

Hey, hey. Here he comes now.

[gibberish]

Jumpin' Jupiter! He must really have a screw loose.

It looks more like his wires have been crossed.

You're gettin' warm.

(Spacely) 'Attention!'

Hooba-dooba. It's inspection.

And this is one of our crack reserve units

General McMissile.

First Sergeant Uniblab's in charge.

He's done wonders with them, sir.

One of those GI robots, eh?

Cost the government millions, enough for two officers' clubs.

He's worth every cent to us, sir.

Just give him a little current, and there's nothing he can't do.

I see.

If you recommend him, Major Spacely

I'll consider him for the Space Guard Award.

By all means, general. I'll stake my reputation on it, sir.

Alright, then. The award, colonel.

Yes, sir.

(McMissile) 'The Good Behavior Medal originally awarded'

'generations ago back at Cape Canaveral'

one of the chimps won it.

Uh-oh. He's gonna pin the medal on him.

It'll be the short-circuit of the century.

Tell me when it's over. I can't look.

It's a great honor to present this token of our esteem.

Keep up the good work, sergeant. More power to you.

[explosion]

It's insubordination, I'll tell ya! Insubordination!

I want an investigation, colonel!

I'll get everyone responsible for this.

Do you hear me? Everyone!

(male 2) 'Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four.'

Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two, three, four. Hup, two..

It really ain't so bad.

I mean, uh, only one more week up here

and we're civilians again.

Yeah, and one thing about the general

he certainly took it out on everybody.

[laughs] No hard feelings, is there, corporal?

Oh, I-I'll get you for this, Jetson.

Just you wait till you're back on the job.

You'll suffer!

Oh! My aching footsies.

(male narrator) "The Jetsons"

brought to you by Scotch Brand Magic Tape.

Looks frosty on the roll, invisible on the job.

Scotch Brand Magic Tape in a green plaid dispenser.

[theme music]

[snarls]

(George) Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Jane!

Help, Jane!

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