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[theme music]

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ??

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[instrumental music]

How's your homework coming along, Elroy?

Almost finished, mom. Just a test on quantum algebra.

I hope my Homework Helper got everything right.

Teacher won't stand for any more malfunction excuses.

Ten minutes of tele viewing and it's off to bed with you.

Huh? It's not my bed time yet.

(Jane) 'I know, but we're getting an early start'

on our Club Mellowstar mini vacation

and I want you to get plenty of rest.

[Elroy groaning]

Oh boy, my favorite program.

"Two On A Planet."

[hammering at distance]

Youch!

What are you doing, dad?

'I hit my thumb with a hammer.'

- Hammer? - Yeah.

I found it in this old tool chest

that used to belong to your great-great grandpa.

'He was a carpenter.'

Are you supposed to hit your thumb with it?

[stammering] No.

[chuckling] Not exactly.

I saw a picture of this once

but I don't know what it's called.

A wrench, your great-great grandfather

used it when he built things.

- And this silly looking thing? - 'A pair of pliers.'

He needed that too. And that silly looking thing is a broom.

'He used it to sweep up dirt and stuff.'

(Elroy) How awful.

Poor great-great-grandfather had to do everything himself.

(Jane) 'That's right, Elroy.'

And he also put himself to bed. Just like you're going to do.

Gee.. Wish.

Oh, goodnight, mom. Goodnight, dad.

Come on, Astro. Mom's being a tyrant again.

Goodnight, son.

What a primitive time

great-great-grandfather lived in.

It must've been tough on him.

Having to use all those primitive tools.

Must've been fun though.

yawn

Goodnight, Astro.

Dear, Elroy. Always forgets to turn the lights off.

snap

(George) 'Oh, boy, three whole days at the Club Mellowstar.'

(Elroy) 'Astro and I want to explore the great outdoors.'

We wanna rough it like great-great-grandfather.

But Elroy, Club Mellowstar's indoors.

Indoors, outdoors. What's the difference?

The brochure says everybody will have a wonderful time.

(Elroy) 'Look, look, there it is.'

(George) 'Club Mellowstar here we come.'

Ah-hah!

The Jetstones.

Son. Jetson. Just plain Jetson.

Oh, the common Earth pronunciation, I see.

So, you are, Mister, uh, Jetsone?

Yeah, yeah, we're all looking forward to-

Have we got a program for you.

Club Mellowstar has everything for the entire family.

(Robot) 'But wait, wait. This dog is not on the program.'

Program?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Jetson.

Are you not aware of the club's rules?

Uh, rules?

The rules are vividly precise

on this matter, Mr. Jetson.

No pets allowed.

[Orbitty mumbling]

But Astro's my playmate.

Astro is just as much a part of the family as I am.

You, you with your lowly ordinary domestic components.

You dare to talk back to your superiors.

'Just who do you think you are?'

Hmph, the domestic robot may consider

that dog a member of the family

but we at Club Mellowstar do not.

(Judy) 'Daddy, she is talking about Astro.'

George.

Well, if the rules say no then..

- Precisely. - But dad!

[instrumental music]

Inside, dog.

But Astro and I planned on having fun together.

Too bad.

Here's your playmate.

'Your new playmate operates on voice command.'

Just speak clearly into this.

That boy will be fine. Follow me now.

We're already behind schedule.

Wag!

Jump.

Stay.

Some fun you are.

Fetch.

boing boing

[whines]

Whoops! Ha ha ha.

I wonder how Elroy is doing with that awful robot dog.

toing

boing

Elroy? Don't worry about him. He'll manage okay.

He's probably having a wonderful time.

They don't care about Astro and they don't care about me.

- They'll be sorry. - 'Elroy.'

[Astro barking]

Poor, Astro.

Locked up like a criminal.

[Orbitty mumbling]

[beeps]

Way to go, Orbitty.

Relroy! Relroy!

Uh-oh.

toing

Astro, poor old dog.

They're never gonna lock you up again.

Not if I can help it. We'll run away.

- Elroy? - That's right, Astro.

We'll show 'em.

Apprehended.

Hurry, Astro. Run!

swoosh

swoosh

clanking

[thudding]

screech

Elroy, Astro, what are you doing?

- Grrr, running away. - We're running away.

No, Elroy, you should know better.

You should stop and think this, oh-

Look in those rooms. Down that corridor.

Get them.

So, you again!

- I haven't seen them. - 'You haven't seen who?'

I haven't seen Elroy and Astro.

(Elroy) Darn!

screech

Hurry! Hurry!

- Elroy, look. - Right, Astro.

That's our escape.

[screaming]

What have you done with them?

They have done it to themselves.

You might as well come along.

You do collect the trash, don't you?

We got away, Astro. I think.

clank

boing

toing toing toing

I don't think we're in Club Mellowstar anymore, Astro.

Uh-uh.

(male 1) 'Freeze, intruders.'

'I said, freeze, trespassers.'

You said intruders. And we freezing.

I'm cold.

Well, bless my batteries. Non-mechanical creatures.

- Who are you? - I'm the Saturn Cyclops.

The flashlight sentry.

Lucky, I spotted you. Just wait until the Wrench sees you.

The Wicked Wrench of the West doesn't allow any loose parts

in the junk zone.

She'll lock you up and tighten you down.

That's what we're running away from.

(Saturn) 'Loose parts! Loose parts!'

After them, Rollers.

Don't stop till you run them down.

[all growling]

We're cornered. Astro, there's no way out.

- This way, up here. - 'Who are you?'

I'm Happy Jethammer. Hurry, boy.

Huh? What? Who-who are you?

I'm Zoombroom. Don't be afraid. Come up here.

Stop them, my lovelies.

[laughing]

You, Nozzle, wash them away.

We've got to do something.

That's an interesting turn of events.

splosh

[all growling]

thunk thunk thunk

crash

Ah, we're safe now.

Hey, you're old fashion robots.

Like tools from the old days.

You hit the nail on the head, son.

But unfortunately since the old days

we've been swept under the carpet.

Nobody wants us anymore.

'They tossed us out like so many surplus parts.'

A long time ago when we were new

we replaced the hand tools of the past.

We were robot pioneers.

But now, we're obsolete.

We've been replaced by fancier robots.

They throw us away to let us rust in peace.

Never to tighten loose bolts any more.

Never to drive nails or build again.

Never to sweep, nor make things pretty and clean.

Never, never.

I feel like crying.

I feel sorry for you. All of you are so nice to me too.

Almost like people I know.

So, that's our story.

We don't have a home anymore because they thought

we were useless and threw us out.

But we can't help wondering why did you come here anyway?

We, uh, we ran away.

Ran away? When you had a home?

When you had a family to love and take care of you?

Ran away? When you're not even useless or obsolete?

Ran away? How could you?

They didn't care about us.

So, that's the point. They don't care about you.

- Are you sure? - I'll show you.

If there's enough power in my wrist visit phone.

It's tuned to my sister's video purse.

See, they let Astro to be locked up.

'And they don't even care about me.'

[gasps] wait! What's this? Who's that?

They've gone, Mrs. Jake. Run away!

- Elroy, Astro. - We've got to find them.

My boy.

My dog.

Wait, everybody, I'm here. They're gone.

I lost 'em. They do care about me and Astro.

- I want to go home. - Yeah, me too, Elroy.

Uh, you drove the point home, son. Now you know how we feel.

There, there, get a grip on yourself.

I hate to be grasping at straws.

But there is hope...up there.

- 'It's a splinter of a chance.' - True.

But he might be the only one who can help you.

Who is he?

He is the old hermit inventor

who lives on a junk pile.

He invented the robots

the ones who are out of control.

He calls himself, the Saturn Trash Stasher.

Saturn Trash Stasher?

'He's cranky as a rusty hinge.'

Sometimes he comes unglued.

He's got a heart like cold steel.

And cobwebs in his brain.

But can he help me get back to my family?

If you're as tough as nails.

'If your head's screwed on right.'

If you bristle up. Be brave.

[growling]

Alright then, let's go.

Let's go.

Come on, Astro.

(Trash Stasher) 'I am the Trash Stasher.'

'I want to be alone.'

I am Elroy Jetson.

I-I ran away.

But now I wanna go home.

And they told me that you could help us?

'Go away! I don't have time for little boys and their dog.'

'Don't you know, little boy?'

'Once you're here, there's no going back.'

But-but-but..

'Now, leave me alone.'

'You should've known, you're stuck here till you're grown.'

'You'll never go home. Ha ha ha.'

We tried to warn you.

Trash Stasher is as rotten as wormwood.

I was afraid that old man would blow a gasket.

He's mean.

You're a pretty brave boy, Elroy.

Brave, maybe but not very smart

to run away from my family.

Now, I don't know what to do. I've got to try again.

Please, Mr. Stasher, listen to me.

Hey, maybe you'll do a favor for me if I do a favor for you.

'Nobody ever does a favor for Trash Stasher.'

I'll do anything to get us home.

- Well, anything. - 'Anything?'

'If you'll do anything? Do this.'

'Bring me the Wicked Wrench of the West.'

W-w-wrench?

The Wicked Wrench of the West?

'Here, take this for good luck.'

thunk

This for luck?

It's a piece of junk.

'You have to go back to the junk danger zone'

'and capture the Wicked Wrench of the West.'

[laughing]

'You'll need lots of luck.'

[instrumental music]

pff

Easy, Astro. It's just an old rubber tube.

poof

We must be getting close.

[Wicked Wrench laughing]

Does your nose smell something, my beauty?

[growling]

I don't see a thing out there?

Are you nervous, Nozzle?

Were those trespassers too nosey for you?

[laughing]

There, there, my pretty.

We know what to do with intruders. We get revenge.

[laughing]

I've spotted them.

Oh! Oh! Bring them to me, my lovelies.

This will be a new twist.

[laughing]

Look out!

[growling]

thud

That's using your head.

splosh

- Oh, no! - We'll rust!

- Grr, rust? - Go, Astro.

[squeaking]

Uh-oh. Looks like I'll be out for a while.

Now, I remember. In the science class.

Help me, fellows.

I can handle you.

I'll scatter your straw to the wind.

[laughing]

- Let go! - What's that?

I made an electromagnet.

thunk

Oh! Apprehended!

Thanks to my lucky electric horseshoe.

- We nailed 'em good. - Yeah, a clean sweep.

Oh, no. They've come back.

They did it. Now, what am I going to do?

I'm the Trash Stasher and I..

knock knock knock

We were lucky, Mr. Stasher.

Get away from that door.

I mean..

[echoing] Get away from that door.

Mr. Stasher, you've just been acting mean.

Oh, I'm afraid you got me there, little man.

- We did what you said. - We brought back your robots.

Now, it's your turn, Mr. Stasher.

I'm afraid you're all going to be disappointed.

I'm not who you think I am.

I started out okay. I had everything.

My tools, my inventions.

They were like my friends and my family.

You made life miserable for all of us.

Yes, but don't you remember?

You were all declared useless, old fashioned, obsolete.

Nobody cared.

I couldn't stand it anymore so I ran away.

- Hey, that's what we did. - Yeah, we did.

My feelings were hurt. I decided I'll show them.

So I ran away. I let my inventions run wild.

I didn't care. Nobody cared.

I'd care, if you hadn't turned into such a grouch.

You're just feeling sorry for yourself.

She's right, I realize that now but...now it's too late.

Too late? Why?

I came here to hide myself away.

I was too proud to go back.

This junk zone was my hideaway, my refuge.

But now, it's become my trap.

Trap?

And now, unlucky for you

it'll be your trap too.

You mean we're never gonna get back home?

Keep you head high, Elroy. It'll be alright.

Don't let it tear you apart. We'll be friends forever.

We can be like your family.

Family? Family? I want my family.

Uh, maybe if you wish hard enough.

slurp slurp

Wake up, Elroy.

Astro. Where are we?

Elroy! Astro!

At last, we found you.

Elroy, are you alright?

We were so worried. You've been gone so long.

I'm so glad we found you, son. And Astro too.

I must've been dreaming, but it seems so real.

Finally. And end to all this bother.

Why that little boy has caused us to waste

an hour of our program.

You and your precious program.

I must've fallen asleep in all that junk.

sniff sniff

Junk? I'll say, Elroy.

Look here, a hammer, pliers and this wrench.

Trash, all trash.

We're modern here.

We have no use for that old Junk.

I have use for it.

Oh!

I think you need a new program.

I feel so much better now.

I'm so relieved that young Elroy is alright.

All you needed was a little tune up.

There's been a change in the rules.

From now on little boys and dogs..

...oh, and all kids will be allowed

to play together at Club Mellowstar.

Ah. He he he.

I told you we were all gonna have a wonderful vacation.

[all laughing]

slurp slurp slurp

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