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[instrumental music]
[theme song]
? Meet George Jetson ?
? His boy Elroy ?
? Daughter Judy ?
? Jane his wife ??
[music continues]
[theme music]
[instrumental music]
(George) 'Oh, no, not another traffic jam.'
I used to get home in three minutes.
It didn't used to be like this.
Yeow!
This is crazy.
Where do all these people come from?
And where are they going?
Okay, okay.
I'm going. I'm going.
(George) Oh, boy, home at last.
swoosh
boing
Would you believe it, George? Our home food dispenser broke.
And I had to wait twenty seconds at the checkout counter.
- 'Such inefficiency.' - Yes, honey.
Rosie, come and get the groceries.
Rudy's rome.
Oh, that must be Space Hawk Mike
bringing Judy home from school. Thank you, Rosie.
Boy, time to go home to daddy, my little cutie star.
Oh, come on, Space Hawk. One more dance.
Radical! How about one more cosmic barrier break dance?
Kids today!
Jane, hand me my anti-gravity belt.
Okay, Judy. Get out!
Come on. Open up this door.
Enough of your wild dancing.
[upbeat music]
Let's go, Judy. You can disco right into the house.
Like, bye, Mr. Jetson.
Are all the boys at your school like that Space Turkey?
It's Space Hawk, daddy. And there's no one like him.
I wish there wasn't.
(Jane) 'Oh, a new neighborhood.'
Just what we need. Do they have to be so close?
[drumbeats]
[squeaking]
Someone's playing Viper Sync drums.
- What a beat! - It's beginning to beat me.
Hold it. Will you cut that out?
Hey, man. What's happening?
Stop that awful racket right now.
You mean my drums, man?
'All I hear is beautiful music.'
It's not bad enough that your building came up
and spoilt our view.
Now we can't even keep our dinner down.
Sorry, pops. I'm getting ready for a four hour tour.
They pay me four million per intergalactic gig, man.
Four mil-mil-mil-million?
- The universe is gone mad. - Here, man, try these.
They help dampen the decibels.
[drumbeats]
Oh, I can't believe it.
The Boomer Megaton living right next door.
What? I can't hear you.
You too can be lord of the manor
on one of our beautiful DigiFarms.
'This revolutionary new real estate package'
'can change your life overnight.'
Hey, dad, come and look at this.
Yes, son?
The amazing DigiFarm comes complete
'with a gorgeous spread of land'
'on the idyllic Paradesio Planetoid.'
(George) Hey, this looks pretty good.
Country living at it's best.
'You also get the complete DigiFarm system'
'of effortless farming including robotic tractors.'
'Automated well drillers.'
Dad, what if we live in the country like that?
It's tempting, son.
But I got my job here. What would I do there?
And best of all, DigiFarm does all the work for you.
Don't delay.
Dial D-I-G-I-F-A-R-M
uncrowded peace and quiet.
You'd make a great farmer, dad.
Yeah, I bet I would.
Geez, it's work just getting to work.
(George) At last.
DigiFarms. Huh, that's the life.
[chirping]
- Jetson! - Yes, sir?
I need to see you about something.
I'll be right there, Mr. Spacely.
Sit down, Jetson.
I have some good news for you.
You're going to have more leisure time.
La-la-leisure time, Mr. Spacely?
Business hasn't been so good, those cheap Martian
have caused a glut in the market.
I'm gonna have to lay you off for at least six months.
Six months?
'Enjoy, Jetson.'
(George) This is ridiculous.
Six months, what will I do?
Oh, no, not again.
Oh, daddy.
What's the matter, Judy?
I just broke up with Space Hawk Mike.
I gave him back his class anti gravity t-shirt.
I'm never gonna speak to that cosmic clod again.
Now what's going on?
What's all the noise?
[drumbeats]
toing toing toing
Look, I-I-I can't believe it.
First, Spacely lays me off and now, this.
I can't take it anymore.
Don't worry, George. We'll get along somehow.
Hey, dad, what about the DigiFarm?
Yeah! That's it.
We're gonna move to the country
and live off the land for a while.
D-I-G-I-F-A-R-M.
DigiFarm for George Jetson.
What's keeping mom and sis, dad?
Uh, probably forgot some little things.
Oh, no, we don't have room for all these clothes.
But, dear, what if we entertain?
Entertain who?
We're going to our own planet.
Who are you gonna entertain? A friendly rock?
[instrumental music]
(Elroy) Are we there yet, dad?
(George) Not yet, son.
You didn't tell me it was this far.
Let's see what the computer has to say.
- What? - There's nothing out here.
Are we lost, George?
Well, uh, the computer is.
Hey, look, dad.
Here comes somebody.
'Maybe they can help us out.'
Excuse me, would you folks tell me
how I could get to Planetoid Paradesio?
Paradesio?
Well, that's easy, folks.
It's the very last one out there.
Make a left to the next nebula, you can't miss it.
- Right, sweetiekins? - You tell 'em, honey.
But why would anybody wanna go there?
Never mind, where are you going?
Oh, we're heading for Earth and the big city life.
Good luck, y'all.
'Are we there yet, dad?'
(George) We're wide open at 5500.
We'll be there soon.
Look out for those meteorites.
Hang on, everybody. We'll ride this out.
There's a planetoid dead ahead.
And we've got a dead engine.
(George) And it better be Paradesio.
'Cause we're landing whether it is or not.
crash
Oh, dear, we didn't count on being stranded, George.
- What do we do? - Now don't panic.
I think the first thing we're gonna do
is get the Modular Mansion together.
So we have some place to stay tonight.
- What a lot of neat stuff. - That's the spirit, Elroy.
This will give us a chance to be resourceful.
So where's the Modular Mansion?
I'm looking. I'm looking.
The crash scattered the boxes all over.
Ah, here it is.
"Push button for Modular Mansion."
This is not my idea of a luxurious dream house, George.
It looks more like a nightmare.
Maybe, there's some missing parts, dad.
I'll check the instructions in the morning.
I always said, we were a close family
but this is ridiculous.
Give it a chance, we're gonna get the feel of the place.
- Oh, I feel it's cold, George. - It's cold, George.
Let's see.
"To active Digitractor
just pull lever on the control box."
- You got the control box, dad? - Right.
Ha-ha-ha. How about that?
How do you stop this thing, Elroy?
I think you're supposed to pull
the lever back the other way, dad.
- 'Hey, it's coming back.' - Yeah, and straight at us.
Watch out!
bam
Well, it wasn't big enough anyway.
What will we do for a house, George?
I'll fix it later, Jane. First, we'll get this machinery set up.
(Jane) 'Be careful this time.'
Huh? It doesn't work at all.
You're supposed to add a sack of super-generating seed, dad.
Oh, yeah, okay.
[clanking]
(George) Fantastic, look at our farm grow.
It says here, to be sure and set up the Instawell
'and get the irrigation system going'
'so the seedlings will, uh, get water.'
(all) 'Oh, no!'
(Judy) What's that black stuff?
I'm afraid it's oil. And it's all over.
So is our Instafarm.
George, what are we going to do?
Now, don't panic.
It's just another chance to be resourceful.
Well, we can't stay here in this mess.
Right, we'll do something we haven't done for a long time.
We'll walk.
Now! Ha, ha, ha.
That's more like it.
That's gotta be Paradesio.
(Jane) 'It's beautiful.'
'But let's stop and rest.'
My feet can't take all this walking.
Moving sidewalks, flying Bell stigmata's all solved.
I know, it's a chance to be resourceful.
But first can't we just do something restful
like sitting down?
- Gee, dad. I'm awful hungry. - Me too.
- I thought you were tired. - I'm never that tired, daddy.
George, why don't we pick some of those?
Elroy, you heard your mother.
Up the tree.
But I don't have my flying belt.
'Improvise, son. Take Orbitty with you.'
And toss us down some fruit.
- 'Be careful, you two.' - Hey, this is fun.
Yeah, this is fun!
- 'Wow. Instant fruit.' - Okay, that's enough.
bong
This is delicious.
slurp
Asteroid Apricots.
Where are we gonna stay, daddy?
- I'll think of something. - Hm.
I guess I'd better make the best of this stranded business.
I know, let's build a house.
Like our high-rise back home. Be resourceful, George.
George, put that leaf on the center of the roof.
'You've got a hole over our bedroom.'
What? You don't like skylights?
Elroy, haul up those planks, will you?
(Elroy) 'I learnt this in science class, dad.'
All set? Let there be light!
(Judy) 'Wow, Elroy, you're a genius.'
Ah, three months of peace and quiet. This is the life.
Soup's on, folks.
What are we having tonight, Rosie?
Asteroid Apricot lasagna, Mr. J.
Rosie, you never cease to amaze me.
We've been eating Asteroid Apricots for three months now.
And it keeps getting better.
Why, thank you, Mrs. J.
Wait till you taste the asteroid apricot cheesecake for dessert.
Asteroid Apricots for dessert.
Oh, boy.
Come on, I'm going out and looking for a different diet.
I'd like a Satellite Seventy about now.
Huh, all this walking sure makes me miss flying.
Look, dad. A new kind of plant.
It looks more like a giant Iris.
Maybe it has fruit inside.
It's dark in here!
Help! Elroy, help!
Gotcha, dad.
plop
Do you still miss flying, dad? Ha, ha, ha.
No, but I wish I'd missed this cluster of Asteroid Apricots.
Boy, what a day, mom.
Dad almost got eaten up by a irritated Iris.
But he snapped out of it. Ha, ha, ha.
- You better rest, George. - As soon as I get my shirt.
- Is it ready yet? - Just about, dad.
It's a good thing Rosie taught me how to sew.
It's so much fun! Here it is.
I think you need another sewing lesson, sweetheart.
I feel like I'm inside that Iris again.
Ugh, ugh!
Hmm, eating too many Asteroid Apricots, Mr. Jetson?
[laughing]
(male 1) 'If we don't come up with a site soon'
'for our Mondo Condo Crater Estates Project.'
The Intergalactic Bank will pull the rug right out from under us.
Yeah, and all our investors will bite the dust.
And we'll be out of a job.
I'm looking, I'm looking! We'll find a place.
Hey, wait a second. What's this?
What's what?
Say, isn't that Paradisio?
(male 2) 'I saw some poor sucker at DigiFarm'
'on that miserable little rock six months ago.'
(male 3) 'He don't look like no poor sucker to me.'
Ah, six months, Jane. It's been six glorious months.
I know, George.
Oh, coming here was the best move we ever made.
I bet a million bucks that phony DigiFarm company
'doesn't even know how beautiful this place really is.'
I hate to think about ever going back.
It really is paradise.
Ah, peace at last.
Boys, we've just found what we're looking for.
'You know, Jane, maybe I should put in'
the little line hole golf course.
That would be nice, dear.
Four, five.
Who is that?
Ouch!
How you doing today, folks?
Mr. Jetson, I've got good news and bad news.
The good news, you're gonna have some neighbors.
The bad news, you're gonna have some neighbors.
I thought this was a private planetoid?
Not anymore, pal.
(George) 'Well, maybe a few neighbors will be okay.'
bang
[gasps] What's going on?
Oh, no!
What's happening, George?
You name it, it's happening.
(male 3) Okay, I think we've got it all laid out now.
- What about the marina? - All set.
The high school, supermarket, play ground?
All set. We'll start with the supermarket.
boing boing boing
Look, Rosie, a new supermarket.
(male 1) 'Now the marina.'
[rumbling]
Hey, dad, did you remember to take your captain's hat?
(male 3) 'Next, the high school.'
'And playground.'
Great, daddy! A high school! Bye!
I guess you better run off and play, Elroy.
- See you later, dad. - Yeah.
Well, at least we're having something else
besides Asteroid Apricots. They were the pits.
- Good news, Rosie. - What's that, ma'am?
We've got all kinds of food for dinner tonight.
How about one more Asteroid Apricot for old times' sake?
That development company wiped out all the trees, George.
Mmm, that smells great. Terrestrial Turkey.
boom
Yipee! Our new neighbors.
boing boing boing
Light or dark meat, Mr. J?
Uh, none for me, thanks.
Oh, George, at least have a drumstick.
[drumbeats]
- Does it comes with drums? - It's Boomer.
Oh, dear. Isn't it a small universe?
Too small! That's the last draw!
We're going home!
(George) 'Well, it was great while it lasted.'
But it will be greater to be home.
Look at that.
(Judy) 'Aren't those the people'
'we passed on our way out?'
Howdy, folks, could you kindly tell us
how to get to Mondo Condo Crater Estates?
Well, that's easy. It's where Paradisio used to be.
Remember? It's the very last one out there?
Well, I'll be rocket blasted!
So how was the Earth's big city?
You know, it was just too quiet for us.
We're gonna look for more action, right, mother?
You tell 'em, honey.
Well, you'll find plenty of action there.
Good luck.
(Jane) 'Home sweet home.'
Will you fly up and open the space shutters, Elroy?
Sure, dad.
Dad, the hologramophone is ringing.
Hurry, George.
It could be Mr. Spacely calling.
Where's my key card?
I thought you had it.
Oh, no, we're locked out.
Orbitty can open it. He can open anything.
[Orbitty mumbling]
I'm coming, I'm coming.
Hurry, daddy. Maybe it's for me.
Are my eyes like deceiving me?
Is this that awesome space chick, Judy Jetson?
Huh, rude as always.
Come on, Space Hawk, give us a hand.
And why didn't you say hello to my mom?
Oh, Hello, Mrs. Jetson.
Could I help you with your junk?
I-I mean your things?
screech
I finally got him, Mr. Spacely.
Mr. Jetson, hold for Mr. Spacely.
Yes.
Jetson, where have you been?
I've been trying to get a hold of you for months.
You wouldn't believe me if I told you, sir.
- What's on your mind? - We need you, Jetson.
The outfit selling those Martian sprockets went bust
and we're busier than ever. Now get back to work, Jetson.
Oh, well, I don't know.
I just got back from my trip, and, uh-
Okay, okay. Double salary. And I want you to-
I'll be right back, Mr. Spacely.
Ya-hoo!
- Who was it, George? - I just got my job back.
- Big raise! - Congratulations, dad.
Way to go, George!
Hey, where's Judy?
Oh, she'll be in in a minute.
(George) 'Space Hawk! I thought she couldn't stand him!'
(Jane) 'They made up.'
Well, I can't stand him.
Oops, I forgot Mr. Spacely.
Sorry, Mr. Spacely, I had to tell my family the good news.
Okay, Jetson, this is your assignment.
You're going to represent Spacely Sprockets
at a new development on some space rock
called Paradisio Planetoid.
Oh, no!
I understand they have Asteroid Apricots.
Oh, you'll love 'em.
[theme music]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
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