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[theme music]

[theme song]

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ?

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[theme music]

Please, Mr. Spacely, I beg of you, give me one last chance.

It's all over for you, Jetson.

This time was the last time you ever bungle anything again.

You'll be out of my hair for good up on Outer Moongolia.

Selling sprockets door to door.

Maybe, I could come up with something

to solve the problem.

'I just need some time, that's all.'

'Please, give me a break.'

Okay, Jetson, you sweet-talked me into it.

But you better come up with something by tomorrow morning.

- Now, get out of here. - Oh-ho, thank you, sir.

You're back on my Christmas list.

Whenever I'm soft-hearted like this, I usually regret it.

Oh, what a terrible day this has been

and now I gotta fight all this traffic.

This is as good a time as I need to check out

that new anti traffic congestion release system, Elroy installed.

Something has to go right in my day sooner or later.

I can't imagine anything else going wrong.

Wrong! Uh-oh, yeow!

Great, now I'm stuck in an asteroid

in the middle of nowhere.

Boy, if it wasn't for bad luck

I'd have no luck at all.

[phone ringing]

Oh, I'd know that ring anywhere.

- Hello, Jane. - George, you're late.

Yeah, I got technical problems. Is Elroy around?

Oh, he's busy with solar studies.

Will you put him on, please?

The system he installed malfunctioned.

(Elroy) 'Hi, dad.'

Elroy, how do I fix this thing?

You better call the tow truck, dad.

That system I put in is only experimental.

Now he tells me.

If I never have another rotten day like today

it'll be too soon.

Oh, it's not gonna be easy breaking the news to the family.

We've been through some hard times

but this is gonna be the toughest one yet.

How's the planet's greatest dad?

We're in it deep this time.

Oh, hi, dad, uh, you wanna check out

my new cosmic re-energizer?

Sorry, dad. Uh, it's still experimental too.

It's okay, Elroy. This is definitely not my day.

- What's wrong with dad? - He seems totally depressed.

Probably, job-related.

George, you're behaving strangely. What's wrong?

Sorry, dear, it's been a killer day for me.

And it ain't over yet.

George.

Forget it, Astro, I'm too depressed

for your screwball emotional antics.

This is beginning to sound serious.

What is it, George?

Let's have dinner and I'll explain everything.

You should never hear bad news on an empty stomach.

Really, George, what could be so serious?

Yeah, daddy, forget your troubles.

Drown your problems in food.

You always feel better after eating.

We better enjoy this meal.

'There may not be many more like it.'

Wow! This looks delicious.

Guaranteed to ease your cares.

Did it say that on the label?

Well, uh, what I'm gonna say maybe a bit hard to swallow.

You weren't fired again?

Worse. We're moving to Outer Moongolia.

Huh! But that's light years away.

- In the cosmic boonies. - But why, George?

Well, it all began when Mr. Spacely met

with the big Megabucks group.

(Jane) 'What's a Megabucks group?'

Umm, just some rich guys playing moonopoly

with real money.Spacely wanted into the game real bad.

But as Mr. Megabucks himself said..

(Mr. Megabucks) 'Let's face it, Spacely, you're small change'

we're big bucks. We're caviar, you're tuna fish.

Money talks, baloney walks.

I'm a bottom line kinda guy, Spacely.

Give me one good reason

why we should acquire your puny little company?

You've got it, Mr. Bigbite.

This is the next big thing in the fast-track Google world

of high finance.

(male announcer) 'From Orbit City Spacely Sprockets presents'

'Executive Perks. Life in the Luxury Lane.'

Whoa-whoa! You've got your foot in the door, Spacely.

(Starla) 'Hello, my name is Starla.'

'I'll be your guide throughout this demonstration'

'of our Luxury Intense Executive Perks System.'

I love it. I love it!

'Our execs enjoy desktop massages in their offices.'

Outstanding, Spacely. Outstanding.

'We also offer random access champagne'

'and delicate horsd'oeuvres.'

Incredible! You've got everything but dancing girls.

'The intergalactically renowned Spacely Sprockets.'

Sensational, Spacely!

I must experience a hands-on demonstration.

[giggling] We'll be at your plant, noon tomorrow

for a complete run through.

Our acquisition of your company can make you

a very rich man, Spacely.

I must confess, the thought had crossed my mind.

(George) Meanwhile, I'm slaving over a hot computer all day

working my...finger to the bone.

- Checkmate. - What's wrong, R.U.D.I.?

You never used to lose to any human.

It's all the stress, I've been subjected to lately.

Too many demands on my time.

It's getting harder to cope.

My circuits can't handle the, uh, the pressure.

So who's pressuring you?

(Spacely) 'Jetson.'

Huh, yes, sir, Mr. Spacely sir.

'I want you and that lazy computer'

to go online immediately.

But-but, uh, R.U.D.I. isn't fully operational today.

Nonsense! I've heard all those excuses before, Jetson.

I want a full on run through of the Executive Perk Luxury System

in five minutes.

I-I can't handle it, George.

That Exec Perk Program is too intense.

Come on, R.U.D.I. You can do it, you're a pro.

There, you're all set up for Spacely. Nothing to worry

I'll be right here if anything goes wrong.

That's what I'm afraid of.

(Spacely) 'This could be my big break, a chance to mingle'

with the high rollers.

Cosmo Spacely, a rising star in the financial elite.

And there better not be any foul-ups in the system.

This is for money.

- 'Hello, my name is Starla.' - Hey, good afternoon, Starla.

'Care for some fresh hot coffee?'

Give it to me, Starla dear.

Eeyouch!

Oh, I could have guessed it. Jetson and his goof-off computer

are fouling up my whole Megabucks deal

with their usual incompetence.

(Starla) 'Executive Perks, part two.'

'Our instant access exercise module.'

Listen, Starla, can we cut this one short?

There's a glitch in the system.

'Enjoy a stimulating rub down by our trained expert hands.'

[screaming]

Gee, pull yourself together, R.U.D.I.

- Oh, I can't help it! - This is serious, R.U.D.I.

(Spacely) Jetson, you are finished in this Solar System.

Heads are gonna roll for this.

(Starla) 'The intergalactic Spacely's Sprockets.'

Uh, this is turning into a heavy psycho drama.

Sorry, R.U.D.I., I have to shut your system down.

Overloading can be dangerous to your health.

It's all over for me too.

Jetson, get up here, you career-wrecker.

Quit stalling, Jetson, and get your miserable body in here.

It's about time, Jetson.

Now, why're you messing up my life?

Sorry, sir, it's R.U.D.I., he's overworked. He needs help.

You're gonna need lots of help if you don't get him operational

'for tomorrow's big demo at noon.'

But-but-

The Megabucks group will be here for a run through.

This is for all the marbles, Jetson.

We're talking big money.

And if anything goes wrong like it did today..

I know, I know, I'm fired.

That's too good for you.

I'll re-assign you selling sprockets

door to door on Outer Moongolia.

- But that's light years away! - Exactly.

So get it right for tomorrow's demonstration.

Now blast off.

But, but, but, but, but-

'Shut off your motor, Jetson.'

So that's my sad story, folks.

There's no way I can get R.U.D.I. operational

by noon tomorrow. Better start packing for Outer Moongolia.

But, dad, nothing is happening in Outer Moongolia.

This'll totally disrupt my social life, daddy.

Oh, George, perhaps, you could find another job.

Doing what? All I know is how to operate a R.U.D.I. computer.

They don't even make 'em anymore.

This finger is almost obsolete.

[crying]

Uh, I know it's tough, Astro. But you're tough.

And when the going gets tough, you're supposed to get going.

Or something like that.

Right, George.

[crying]

(Elroy) Hey, dad, wait.

Isn't R.U.D.I. a mainframe version of my personal computer?

'Yeah. So what, Elroy?'

So, m-maybe I can write a new program for him.

Don't panic yet.

It's certainly a viable, theoretical possibility.

What's he saying, mom?

When he's like this, I never know.

I'll have to see this not to believe it.

All I have to do is find a way to interface

with R.U.D.I.'s system by modem.

Then I can write a new master program

so he can handle the overload.

Do you understand what he said, mom?

Perhaps, children were made to be loved. Not understood.

Hurray! I made contact with R.U.D.I.

Yeah, Elroy!

Wonderful, Elroy.

Well, Elroy, what's our next move?

I'm writing a new temporary program for R.U.D.I.

His analog algorithm logic system

requires an expanded byte memory bank.

I just love that computer talk.

This program will only be temporary

until I can get time to write a permanent one.

But it'll get you through tomorrow

if you go easy on it.

Just insert this floppy disk

and R.U.D.I will be fully operational.

Wow! Elroy! That's outstanding, but are you sure?

Absolutely, dad, uh, just a word of caution

'keep his setting on low speed'

until I can write a permanent program.

I got you, Elroy. Keep it on low.

I'm going to bed, my diodes are overloaded.

- 'Goodnight, everyone.' - 'Night, Elroy.'

- 'Goodnight, Elroy.' - 'Night, son.'

(Spacely) 'Well, Jetson, I can see from that smile on your face'

that you've come up with something

to retrieve the situation.

Right, sir. I have the solution right here in my hand.

It's a new program for R.U.D.I.

The Megabucks group has arrived, Mr. Spacely.

Uh, ask 'em in, Ms. Uplink.

This is it, Jetson. We're going for the gold.

Just remember, sir, keep the setting on low

'or the system will overload.'

I heard you, Jetson.

Just remember, no foul-ups. This is for money.

R.U.D.I., old pal, we're back in business.

Elroy wrote you a new program.

- How do you feel? - I'm exhausted.

W-w-wait a minute. I'm coming on through this new program.

Hey, I feel great! That Elroy is brilliant.

Okay, pal, come on, let's win one for the little nipper.

Let's get on with it, Spacely. This is serious business.

A top exec without his perks is an unfulfilled human being.

- So hit me with your best shot. - Right on, sir.

Please, uh, take my chair and we'll proceed.

Uh, just relax and let yourself go.

'Forget your troubles and prepare for some unrestrained'

luxury and pampering.

Oh, yeah, I gotta remember, keep this thing on a low setting.

Yeah, okay, you're plugged in, sir.

Ah! That's very relaxing, Spacely.

You're in for the experience of a lifetime, Mr. Bigbite.

It'll be one way or the other.

(Starla) 'Hello, my name is Starla.'

'Just relax and go with the flow.'

'We begin with something vital to the upscale exec.'

'A quick wardrobe change to facilitate a suave sun tan.'

I love it! I love it!

'For the delicate executive palate, rare sushi.'

[mumbling]

That's very impressive.

Spacely, you have tickled my luxury bone.

It's just part of our service, sir.

Here that, R.U.D.I.? We did it! My job is safe.

Yeah, boy, I'm humming. Yahoo!

(Mr. Megabucks) 'Okay, come on, Spacely, let's kick this thing into high.'

- Uh-oh. - Uh, oh, umm, b-but-

See what this thing can really do.

- But Mr. Bigbite, I- - Quiet, Spacely.

I am luxuriating.

Oh, boy, the party's over.

I'm feeling..

(Starla) 'And for the travel weary executive'

'we offer our patented high tech health spa Luxury Mode.'

My favorite mode.

Wait, I'm going too fast. Slow down, please.

Oh, boy, this is a disaster.

I can't stop. It's too much.

Hey, what's going on here? Hey, let me down!

[Starla squeaking] 'To ease away the tensions of a difficult day'

'proper relaxing soak in a hot tub of steaming water'

'Present temperature is set at 150 degrees Fahrenheit '

'or 65 degrees Celsius which ever comes first.'

Yeow!

'Now, onto our executive dining table.'

'Today's menu features a ten pound Venusian beef steak.'

'Followed by a cold bowl of tastylicious sauce.'

'Served continental style.'

'Next, we offer the finest in chic VIP executive grooming.'

'Our top officers receive the ultimate treatment.'

'Shampoo.'

'Blow dry.'

'And hair styling are included.'

[siren blaring]

You've gone too far this time, Jetson.

I wonder if suicide is illegal.

'Ouch! Stop this thing! Help!'

Hang on, sir, I'm on top of it.

Yeow!

Just a minor defect in the system, BB.

I'll have it taken care of it in a minute. Eh, just relax.

Ooh, I'll strangle that Jetson.

I'm shutting you down, R.U.D.I. It's for your own good.

Jetson, you're destroying my career.

Sorry, sir. It's R.U.D.I. His system was overloaded.

I hate excuses. Report to Outer Moongolia.

I'm going. I'm going!

I'll deal with this goof-up computer later.

Listen, Mr. Bigbite, I'll have it all back together soon.

Forget it, Spacely. The deal is dead.

I'm just lucky I'm not.

Goodbye, and lots of luck, all bad!

Goodbye, big bucks.

[instrumental music]

(George) 'Take one last look at the old home, everyone.'

I never thought it'd come to this.

It's been our only home for so long.

I grew up here.

I'm leaving all my friends.

[sobbing]

At least we still have each other.

And that's important.

And after I finally worked out a permanent program

for poor R.U.D.I. too.

[sobbing]

(George) Come on, let's go, don't look back.

It's time to move on to our new life on Outer Moongolia.

(all) Yuck!

Listen up, Mr. Know-it-all, wise-guy computer.

I'm giving you exactly five minutes to shape up.

Or you'll wind up as a dune buggy on a Martian Moon.

Get my drift?

I'm giving you exactly 24 hours to return Jetson to this job

or I'm going into final meltdown.

'And this entire plant will be reduced'

to molten scrap metal.

Me-me-meltdown? Bu-bu-but I'd be finished.

Oh, how humiliating. I'm being manipulated by my own computer!

(Jane) 'We'll soon adjust to our new environment.'

'We'll meet new people.'

(George) How? The Outer Moongolians are all invisible.

It makes selling door to door kind of tough.

We can do it, George.

Chin up and all that.

Yeah, maybe that cloud has a silver lining.

- They do? - Right.

Tomorrow will be a better day. Right, Astro?

[crying]

[knock on the door]

Who could that be? We haven't even met anyone up here yet.

Maybe it's our invisible Moongolian neighbors.

It's kinda hard to look 'em in the eye.

Jetson, thank goodness you're home.

Mr. Spacely, what are you doing here?

Come back, George. All is forgiven.

I need you desperately. R.U.D.I. flipped out.

He's threatened to meltdown the whole plant

if you don't come back.

Gee, I, uh, I gotta check with the family.

Anyone for going home?

Hurray! We're going home.

- Yippee! - Yippee! Home sweet home.

- Oh, Astro, I'm so happy. - Yeah. Me too.

Well, we do have a slight moving problem.

I'll send a fleet of limos to move your family home, Jetson.

Anything, just hurry.

Uh, you-you're getting my feet wet, sir.

Right, Jetson. Come on, the clock is ticking.

Bye, folks.

You have that little R.U.D.I. program, Jetson?

Yeah, but how much time do we have before meltdown?

One hour, that's all.

I'll risk a speeding ticket and kick this into high.

Hurry, Jetson, we have less than a minute to meltdown.

[upbeat music]

I'm back, big guy, with a new permanent program.

Wake up, R.U.D.I., you're online.

'We may not make it, Mr. Spacely'

'R.U.D.I. isn't responding.'

Wait, I think he's coming alive. Bingo!

Hi, George, whoa! I feel like a new machine.

Thanks a million.

Whoopee! I did it!

Once again, I've snatched victory from the jaws of defeat.

Back to work, Jetson!

Oh, it doesn't take long for things to get back to normal.

And, uh, Jetson...thanks a lot.

Hey, R.U.D.I., would you get my family up on your screen?

Y-y-you got it, pal.

- Oh, hello, George. - How was the ride home, Jane?

Great! Time really flies at the speed of light.

Now we're all back home, where we belong.

Uh, by the way, what's for dinner?

Moongolian meatballs.

A wife with a sense of humor. Ha ha. I'm a lucky guy.

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