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? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ?

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(Judy) 'Just hold still a little longer, Astro.'

'How can I sculpt you if you keep moving?'

Okay, Judy.

[device beeping]

That's better. What do you think, Orbitty?

Oh.

Oh. That's me?

Astro, you're not supposed to move.

'Stay put.'

[chuckles] This is gonna get me

into the abstract alien art class for sure.

[device beeping]

That's wonderful, Judy.

You'd think it was Astro.

This is Astro, mom.

There is the sculpture.

Oh, well, at least it's nice to see

you're interested in school instead of boys.

Have you flipped your orbit, mom?

I need to get into that class to be near Vinny van GoGogh.

Ooh, he's totally artistic.

Oh-ho, I should have known a boy was behind this.

Ooh! It's this cheap-o crater based clay.

It's too soft.

I hope that professional cosmic clay

I ordered gets here soon.

I hear the Auto-Sorter was out of sorts.

No, he just needed the zip put back into his zip coder.

Careful now, two spacial

delivery packages coming through.

Check. Specimen for the Scientific Institute.

And package for Miss Judy Jetson.

Hope I got that right. Oh, well, I'm only inhuman.

Yes, mother?

It is not like I live on the other side of the galaxy.

But I might as well when I have to wait

for your husband to drive you over.

Well, mother, I've been thinking about asking George..

- For a second car. - Forget it!

We really need one. I think George will go for it.

(Rosie) Dream on.

Now, listen to me, Jane.

George will get you that car

if you get him in the right mood before you ask him.

Bills, bills, bills.

No new car.

But a package for Miss Judy.

Trouble is a new car is expensive.

And we have plenty of expenses already.

Trust me, honey.

Just get George alone.

Fix him one of his favorite desserts, dim the lights.

Put on some Venusian violins.

Then nail him.

You'll get that car.

(Proteus) 'At long last, Dr. Quark.'

We have obtained a rare

Mercurian Mirrormorph to study.

It's incredible, Professor Proteus.

Oh, you haven't seen anything yet.

The mirrormorph has the amazing ability

'to assume the shape of whomever has touched it'

and retain that form for minutes, even hours.

Ready, Gordon?

Touch it, man. You won't change. It will.

That's strange. It's not transforming.

Goodness to Ganymede.

This is no mirrormorph.

It's just a lump of cosmic clay.

Spacial delivery, Miss Judy.

Far out.

It must be the cosmic clay I ordered.

Uh-oh.

We must find the missing mirrormorph at once.

If it is touched by another life form for more than 10 seconds

the results could be catastrophic.

Yeah, this stuff is really gonna hold its shape.

It just needs to be worked with for a while.

(Clock) It's 6:30.

Better get ready for your date, Judy.

[gasps] Right.

I was having so much fun I almost lost track of the time.

Not me. My raching rack.

[pulsating]

[device beeping]

Oh. Nothing beats a refreshing ultrasonic shower.

Mm. Let's see.

Uh.. Orion Orange?

Pluto Pink?

Or Venusian Violet?

Oh, why is life so complicated?

[device beeping]

[doorbell rings]

George must have forgotten his front door opener again.

I'll get it, Mrs. J.

I don't know who you are

but according to my digital calendar

you're two and a half months early for Halloween.

Just tell Judy, Vinny van GoGogh's here.

Oh, of course. Vinny van GoGogh.

Totally artistic.

Hey, Judy never told me she had a twin sister.

[giggles]

I'll see if my twin sister is ready.

Hurry, Judy, your date is waiting for you.

And for once we agree.

He really is far out.

Maybe Rigel Red.

Or Andromeda Aqua.

I brought you some ultra violets to wear, Judy.

Although they're not as vivid as your eyes.

The hair has changed, but it's still the same old line.

You've got that right, Mrs. J.

I think you're really gonna dig

the new intergalactic art gallery.

The quiet type, huh?

Hey, if you're that hungry, maybe I should have taken you

for something to eat first.

What did I tell you?

Everyone who's anyone in the intergalactic art world

is here tonight.

You like that original Leonardo De Venus?

Ah. Me, neither. I think he's had it.

But how about this Marsdigliani sculpture.

It's something else, huh?

You don't like it?

I thought you were into fine art.

Come on, let's get some interplanetary punch.

Have some, Judy.

Hey, cool it.

'You're making a spectacle of yourself.'

Oh, weird, man. You're acting weird.

What's with you? Maybe you'd rather go home.

But I'd hate to miss the new Picassiopeia.

Totally incredible.

Color me green with envy.

(Vinny) 'Do you realize how much that painting you ruined

is gonna cost me?

I didn't think so.

Well, as far as I'm concerned

until you start getting your act together

you're out of the picture. Goodbye.

swoosh

[pulsating]

[groans] I programmed something artistic, but that is positively ancient.

(Clock) It's 7:30. Do you know where your date is?

[gasps] Leaping light years!

Vinny should have been here by now.

Well, Vinny, glad to see you. Finally.

You did say 7 o'clock, didn't you?

Well, did you wanna say you're sorry or something?

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

Yes, you're sorry or no, you're not.

Vinny, I don't like being made fun of.

Thanks a lot.

'Ugh! Gross.'

You may be the catch of the century but your personality

got stuck in a time warp.

Mm-mm, it's been light years

since you programmed synthetic brownies.

Mm, I just love 'em, Jane.

Ha! You know how much I enjoy that celestial synthesizer.

Well, why shouldn't you have the things

that you enjoy most, dear?

- Why shouldn't both of us? - You're right.

A few hundred years and poof, we're gone.

I'm glad you feel that way, George.

Because I was about to ask you for..

- Judy, you got a problem? - She's fine, George.

Now, I was about to ask-

You're right, mom. There is no problem.

[sobs] Vinny van GoGogh has the problem.

[crying] It'll be three solar eclipses before he sees me again.

[pulsating]

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Now, where were we?

Oh, yes, you were saying we should both have

everything we want in life.

How about some more brownies, dear?

Mm-mm. Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?

Second car? No way.

- 'But, George.' - Love the brownies.

Love the music. Hate the second car.

- Can't afford it. - George, where are you going?

To get a glass of milk.

A new car. She must be kidding.

Yuck! Ugh!

Oh, a fine place for Judy to leave her clay.

Battling that clay has made me even thirstier.

[device beeping]

George, it isn't unreasonable to want a second car, is it?

'Well, at least that's a start. Uh, George, are you alright?'

Honey, I've been checking our finances carefully.

And I don't think there's any reason we can't afford one.

Then you see my point.

Does that mean I can have one?

You mean it? Oh, George, you're wonderful.

Whee! I'm so excited.

I've got to give mother a call.

thud

(Phone) Mrs. Jetson, you can't call your mother now.

Do you realize what time it is?

Oh, thank you. Thank you for reminding me.

I thought you might like a glass of milk.

Oh, George, you're simply wonderful.

I am? For bringing you a glass of milk?

Uh..

Mwah! Oh, you silly.

For being such a sweet, generous husband.

Oh, that. Just comes natural, I guess.

Morning, Mrs. J. I didn't hear you get up.

Beautiful day, isn't it?

Guess she got up on the wrong side of the bed

or Mr. J said no to that new car.

Morning, Rosie. Beautiful day, isn't it?

Mr. J said yes to that new car.

I must need a complete sensory overhaul.

Jane, it's been a space age

since you brought me breakfast in bed. Mm.

Betelgeuse bagels and lunar lox.

Do you know how much this stuff is a pound?

You deserve it, honey. You're one in a million.

Hi, Orbitty.

Do you wanna take Astro for walk at the planetary park?

Yeah, Elroy.

boing boing

(George) 'Thanks for the wonderful breakfast, dear.'

'But I've got to zoom. Big things are brewing at work.'

Don't fly off without your briefcase, honey.

I'll drive by later to show you what I bought.

Drive by? But I've got the car.

Are you sure the alien detector will pick up

the mirrormorph's vibrations?

It better, that creature loose in the city

is like a-a ticking time bomb.

Let's hope it's somewhere it can't cause too much damage.

(Spacely) 'I just wanted to let all of you at Spacely Sprockets know'

'we're going to be busier than ever'

producing a brand-new, improved Spacely Sprocket.

And this is the top-secret prototype.

[crowd exclaiming]

'Cause I'll be looking over your shoulders.

Ooba-dooba. All this work will mean lots of overtime.

Ha! Maybe Jane and I can afford a cosmic cruise this year.

Daydreaming, Jetson? Ah.

So this is how you waste productive work minutes.

Playing with clay.

[stammers] But-but it's my daughter's, Mr. Spacely.

I don't know how it got here.

Well, I know where it's going, Jetson.

Right down the old trash tube.

- Now get to work. - Y-yes, sir.

It's roomy enough for the whole family.

And it's got a supersonic suspension.

And I've always loved Galaxy Green.

- Yeah? - What do you think, mother?

- Shall we get it? - I know how I'm voting.

Me too.

Shopping for the family car, huh?

Well, just let me tell you about it.

- It's perfect. - We love it.

- We'll take it. - Yeah.

I can't stand high-pressure customers.

Mr. Spacely, what are you doing?

Sir, stop.

You're creating an overload

on the universal digital index.

Stop.

(Robot) Digital overload in Jetson's sector.

(George) Sir, please, put that prototype down.

It's very fragile.

Oh, no.

Now you've broken it, Mr. Spacely.

How dare you accuse me?

Do you realize what you've done, Jetson?

Me? But it's all your fault.

You went totally off your rocket, sir.

I was off my rocket, Jetson, the day I hired you.

If Cogswell Cogs gets their new prototype on the market

before my improved sprocket, I'm ruined.

Jetson, you.. You're fired!

Fired. I didn't do anything.

It's just not fair.

This yours, buddy?

Well, actually, it's my daughter's.

Sure it is.

Assaulting an officer.

That's a 500-buck ticket.

Fired. Fined.

What more can happen to me?

- How do you like it, honey? - Nice.

- Whose is it? - Mom's.

Isn't it the spaciest new car?

Mom's? Which mom? Whose mom?

- Your mom? - But, George, what's wrong?

- You said I could buy one. - Who did?

- You did. - I did?

And today just seemed like the ideal time.

It sure was.

- Fired? - Fired?

- Fired? - Fired?

- Fired? - Roor Reorgie.

That's right.

So even if I said yes to a new car, which I didn't

there's no way to pay for it.

Not to worry, Mr. J. You'll find another job.

Sure you will, dear. What about Cogswell Cogs?

By Jupiter, that's right.

Cogswell is due to unveil a new prototype cog.

There'll be a whole constellation of work.

- Take the new car, George. - Great idea, honey.

(George) 'It'll make a good impression on Cogswell.'

I'm on my way, Moonstone.

See that the new prototype cog is ready for my inspection.

Yes, sir, Mr. Cogswell.

I, uh, I wasn't speeding, was I, officer?

[chuckles] Uh, n-now, listen, I- I really don't have time for a ticket.

N-now, here, a-a little, uh

donation for the Interplanetary Policemen's Ball.

Yeah. Okay?

Ahem. Mr. Cogswell.

I'm pleased to inform you that as of today

I'm a free agent.

Mr. Cogswell. Remember me? George Jetson?

Can I offer you a lift?

[clears throat] Mr. Cogswell, I'm pleased to inform you

that as of today, I'm a free agent.

(Cogswell) 'Moonstone, where is that prototype?'

I'll be right up, Mr. Cogswell.

This new cog will ensure that Spacely's new sprocket

can't put me out of business.

Well, Mr. Cogswell, do I get the job?

You mean, there's a possibility?

Could you make that a definite yes, Mr. Cogswell?

You really mean yes?

Ooba-dooba! I've got the job.

Ooh! Shall I start right away?

Wh-where will my office be, sir?

Here's the prototype, Mr. Cogswell.

Jetson? I thought you worked for Spacely.

Not anymore. Mr. Cogswell here just hired me.

(George) 'Right, boss?'

Good to have you aboard, Jetson.

Be careful with that prototype, sir.

It's one of a kind.

Mr. Cogswell, what's the matter?

Well, Moonstone. Where's the prototype?

But, sir, I just gave it to you. Don't you remember?

You were with George Jetson.

Jetson? He works for Spacely. He must be here spying.

- But you just hired him, sir. - I did what?

Mr. Cogswell? But you're me.

Come back here. I don't know what's going on.

But I'm getting out of here before I get blamed again.

I told you Jetson was a spy.

Stop him, Moonstone. He's getting away.

We can't give up, Dr. Quark.

If someone holds that mirrormorph

for more than 10 seconds..

[shudders] I shudder to think of it.

[beeping]

(Quark) 'The mirrormorph. It must be in that building, professor.'

(Proteus) I just hope we're not too late.

Caught you red-handed, Jetson.

Now, where's my prototype?

You got the wrong man. It wasn't me. It was you.

I mean, it wasn't you, it was me.

He's over here, sir. With the prototype.

Now, hand it over.

Oh, no, my prototype.

Hang on to that, Jetson.

(Proteus) No, let him go!

You don't understand what you're doing.

What do you mean? That man is a thief.

Wrong, that man is a mirrormorph.

And your guards have held him more than 10 seconds.

Oh, no, they must be contained

before they multiply and fill the city.

Impossible, professor, there's too many.

Not when you have a roomy new Spacion Wagon.

See, nothing to it.

Hey, my car.

Where do you think they're going?

Back to Mercury is my guess.

Easy for them, I've gotta go back

and face an angry wife without a new car.

My new car? Gone?

Indian giver.

But, honey, it was the only way

to get rid of the mirrormorph.

That's absolutely correct, Mrs. Jetson.

And your husband will receive a substantial reward

for saving the city from an incredible threat.

Dad's a hero.

And my most valuable employee.

I just heard how you clobbered Cogswell's new cog, George.

I'm giving you your job back.

- Plus a bonus. - Thank you, sir.

But what's really important is making sure my wife is happy.

So with that reward, Jane

I intend to buy you a new, new car.

Why shouldn't we have the things we want most?

Right, dear? Jane?

- You're not a.. A.. - Mirrormorph?

Hardly, dear.

But I've always been putty in your hands.

[both laughing]

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