"Meet George Jetson" "His boy, Elroy" "Daughter, Judy" "Jane, his wife" "This is the home of Spacely Space Sprockets whose industrial leadership, together with Cogswell Cosmic Cogs is founded on the deepest concept of courtesy, kindness and cooperation." "Mr. Spacely calling, Mr. Cogswell." "That Ioudmouth SpaceIy?" "Put him on." "Yes, sir." "Cogswell, you're a no-good crook." "well, you aren't any space angel yourself, SpaceIy." "Compared to you, I'm a regular Boy Scout." "If you think you can squeeze me out of business by refusing to sell me cogs you've flipped." "If I never see another Cogswell cog, it will be too soon." "Quiet, SpaceIy." "Can't you see I'm putting?" "You missed." "Don't make me laugh, SpaceIy." "Haven't you learned by now that CogsweII never misses?" "Watch this." "Don't tell me you're going to count that." "Stop looking over my shoulder, will you?" "It makes me nervous." "Now, quiet, SpaceIy." "I'm driving." "Why, you did that on purpose, CogsweII." "That's the Iast straw!" "You're telling me!" "You've ruined my five iron!" "Yeah, well, what about my bowling ball?" "What bowling ball?" "That bowling ball." "You know what this means, don't you, CogsweII?" "Don't tell me you'II put me out of business again?" "That's right." "And this time I got the gimmick to wipe you out for good." "The minavac!" "Minavac schminavac." "AII I ever got out of your gimmicks was a good laugh." "I'II believe it when I see it." "AII right, wise guy." "Be at my place in half an hour, and I'II prove it." "I'II be there." "Good." "And you better bring a crying towel." "It's going to be a sad scene." "Oh, just a minute, Spacely." "Yeah, what is it?" "You forgot something." "Here." "Have a ball!" "A bowling ball, that is!" "Oh, well." "That's the way the bowling ball bounces." "Come on, Jetson, CogsweII will be here any minute." "Is the minavac ready?" "Take it easy, boss." "After all, Rome wasn't built in a day." "Knock off the philosophy, will you?" "Just fix the machine." "Yes, sir." "Just think, Jetson." "With this minavac, we'II save a fortune in shipping charges." "We reduce our products before we ship them and enlarge them after they arrive at their destination." "beautiful, isn't it?" "I think I have it working now, Mr. SpaceIy." "You better have, or you've had it." "Hey, boss, Iet's test-run this crate of sprockets through the minavac." "Good idea." "I'II start her up." "Now, Iet's see." "Press button to reduce." "There, she's on." "It works!" "It works!" "Goes in big, comes out small." "We've done it!" "Mr." "SpaceIy, there's just one thing." "Think of it, Jetson, CogsweII wiped out." "Finished." "Starving out in the cold street." "But, Mr. SpaceIy" "It's like a lovely, beautiful fairy tale come true, eh, George?" "But, but" "Don't interrupt me when I'm happy." "Okay, SpaceIy." "I'm here." "I just hope this minavac is as funny as that soIar-powered nuclear stamp-Iicker you had last week." "Go ahead, laugh it up, CogsweII." "You haven't got many laughs left." "You sure you didn't get this out of a cereal box, SpaceIy?" "If you'II just clam up for a minute I'II show you how I'm going to put you out of business." "Jetson, proceed with Operation clobber CogsweII." "But, Mr. SpaceIy, there's one little thing." "Quiet, Jetson." "If I want hot air from you, I'II squeeze your head." "It's the reverse-o-matic enIarger." "There's still a few bugs in it." "And you better quit bugging me, Jetson." "But, Mr. SpaceIy, if we don't fix it, we'II be in trouble." "Now, observe, CogsweII." "Jetson and that crate entered the minavac and in just two seconds, presto!" "Jetson and the crate are reduced to 6 inches." "well, CogsweII..." "...what do you think?" "Very funny." "Very funny." "The 6-inch crate might go with the kiddies but who needs a 6-inch-high employee?" "Just think of the savings in shipping costs, and" "A 6-inch-high employee?" "Jetson, go through that machine again and get back to your normal size." "And get back to work!" "I can't." "I tried to tell you, the reverse-o-matic isn't working." "I can't enlarge." "And I wanted to put CogsweII out of business so bad!" "Keep trying, SpaceIy." "Keep trying." "Don't let a little thing like this stop you." "You came through again, pal." "Best laugh I've had in weeks." "Your puny efforts to put me out of business are a regular riot." "Jetson, are you trying to make me look small in front of CogsweII?" "What about me?" "I feel pretty small myself." "If you don't want a small salary to match, you better fix that minavac." "Yes, sir." "Right away, sir." "Let's see." "Maybe it's the inversion resist-o-rator." "Or it might be the spin-vac dry cycle." "I'II just have to fish around." "I'm waiting, Jetson." "I got it." "I'II have it fixed in a jiffy." "Good work, Jetson." "What was the trouble?" "This worn-out CogsweII cog." "AII I gotta do is replace it." "Fine, fine." "Better rush right out and get a" "CogsweII cog?" "!" "Oh, no." "Something wrong, boss?" "Looks like we struck out again, Jetson." "CogsweII has clapped a trade ban on us." "He won't sell us a cog." "You mean I'm stuck here at 6 inches?" "Don't worry." "I'II think of something." "I'II go home and sleep on it." "You may have the rest of the day off." "Oh, brother." "I had a feeling I'd wind up on the short end." "I sure hope this crate knows its way home." "I ain't even big enough to see where I'm going." "Why do I let Mr. SpaceIy get me into these fixes?" "Oh, a lawbreaker, eh?" "well, nobody runs through my intersection." "Oh, boy." "I hope that's a fire truck and not a traffic cop." "My luck." "It is a traffic cop." "Okay, Buck Rogers, pull over to the nearest cloud." "Is he kidding?" "I can hardly reach the brake." "Boy, what some guys won't do to get on television traffic court." "Okay, Iet's see your driver's license." "I'm sorry, officer." "Did I do something wrong?" "What's the matter, officer?" "You look sick." "pull yourself together, Aranian." "You've been working too hard." "When I start seeing little guys flying around it's time to retire to that chicken ranch I have up on that asteroid." "Here comes George, Astro." "I'd better start dinner." "George is always famished after a hard day's work." "well, at Ieast I got home without being stepped on." "Maybe I ought to sue SpaceIy for character shrinkage." "Hi, Jane, honey." "Now, don't panic before I can explain." "You see, I was" "hello, dear." "That's what I call a big kiss." "Anything interesting happen at the office?" "Nothing to stand up and scream about." "George!" "You look like an insect!" "Do you have to bug me too?" "well, what happened?" "well, I got caught in Mr. SpaceIy's new minavac machine." "It shrinks everything to 6 inches." "Minavac?" "Yeah." "And the enlarger is on the fritz." "It needs a new cog." "well, why don't you get a new one?" "Because it needs a CogsweII cog, and Mr. CogsweII won't sell us one." "So I'm caught short until SpaceIy can figure out something." "Oh, dear!" "This is awful." "What will our friends say?" "What will I say to our friends?" "Astro, boy, it's me." "It's me!" "hello, shorty." "What do you mean, "hello, shorty"?" "Look here, Astro don't get smart with me!" "I may be only 6 inches tall, but I'm still master around here." "You get it?" "Yeah, I get it." "I'm the boss." "You're the boss." "That's right." "Now, sit!" "AII right." "Astro, will you please get off my back?" "Get up, Astro, and let the boss have his dinner." "But, Daddy, what happens if Mr. SpaceIy can't get a new cog?" "Yes, what will you do, George?" "I don't know." "Maybe I can get a job threading needles." "Gee how can we look up to a 6-inch father?" "I'II wear elevator shoes." "Boy, am I famished." "Can I help you with some turkey, dear?" "No, I'm big enough to feed myself." "I'II start with this drumstick." "Watch out, George!" "You'II fall off the table." "George, are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm all right." "But maybe I should start with a small cracker." "Okay, Jane, I'II try again." "will you please pass the salt, please?" "Of course, dear." "I guess my appetite is the only big thing about me." "Hey, what the--?" "!" "Things like this could drive me to drink." "But I'd probably drown trying." "Maybe you should just have a glass of milk, Dad." "That's a good idea, EIroy." "That ought to be easy enough to do." "Easy, George." "Easy." "Steady, now." "I may as well face it, I'm just gonna starve." "Poor, George." "He's helpless as a baby." "Baby?" "That's it!" "Wait right there, George." "I have an idea." "You mean--?" "There." "Isn't that better than going hungry?" "Yeah." "only I just hope none of the boys drop over, that's all." "It's a good thing I didn't throw away any of EIroy's baby things." "It's the teIeviewer." "elroy, will you see who it is?" "Okay, Mom." "No, I'II answer it." "Maybe SpaceIy's fixed the minavac." "Hi, Mr. SpaceIy." "Jetson, our problems are almost over." "You found a cog?" "No, but I figured out a way to get one." "Oh, yeah?" "How?" "Tomorrow morning you're gonna sneak into Cogswell's factory and take one." "Now, wait a minute." "Me?" "Sneak in?" "But, Mr. SpaceIy, how?" "The place is crawling with armed guards." "It can't be done." "Don't confuse me with facts, Jetson." "Just get me a cog." "Good night." "Good night!" "What's that?" "I said good night, sir." "well, I ain't gonna do it." "But you must, dear." "If you remain this size, what will people say?" "I know what they'II say." "They'II say, "Look at the shrimp!" "Look at the shrimp!"" "Yeah." "Look at the shrimp!" "Look at the shrimp!" "EIroy, go to bed!" "Yes, shrimp" " Dad." "Look at the shrimp!" "Look at the shrimp!" "You too!" "Yes, sir." "Anyone else?" "You better get some sleep, too, George." "You're gonna be a busy little man tomorrow." "Honey, I guess you're right." "I'II have to get that CogsweII cog or I'II be a short guy on a Iong unemployment line." "Good night, George." "Good night." "Good night." "Astro!" "Open your mouth!" "Open your mouth and let me out of here!" "How many times do I have to tell you?" "No sleeping in our bedroom!" "George, are you up yet?" "Your breakfast is getting cold." ""Am I up yet," she says." "At this time in the morning, I don't even know if I'm alive." "well, I'd better hit the deck." "Oh, boy." "Some days it just doesn't pay to fall out of bed." "I've heard of singing in the shower, but I never heard of singing in the sink." "How's your coffee, dear?" "There must be an easier way." "Hurry, or you'II be late for work." "Yeah, that's right." "I got to play space spy today." "So long, dear." "I'II see you later, I hope." "Bye, Dad." "So long, Judy, honey." "Have a good day at school." "Be a good boy, EIroy." "So long, Dad." "Goodbye." "Boy, what a licking I take from that dog!" "Here comes the boss." "Morning, boys." "Morning, Mr. CogsweII." "Morning, sir." "There goes a real tycoon." "Yeah, the tycooniest." "Now, how does SpaceIy expect me to get past those two guards?" "I better check with him." "calling SpaceIy Sprockets." "This is George Jetson, calling SpaceIy Sprockets." "Morning, Jetson." "Have you got that cog yet?" "well, no, sir." "Not exactly, sir." "There's a couple of big guards at the gate." "How am I gonna pass them?" "Just sneak by them." "You're so small, they'll never see you." "Bring back that cog, and you'll go down in Sprocket history." "If you fail, well, there are other small jobs for small characters." "Goodbye and good luck." "Oh, boy." "He doesn't have much trouble getting his point across." "well, here goes." "Did you notice a little guy about 6 inches sneak by?" "Yeah, but I ain't saying nothing." "Me neither." "I got a retirement physical coming up." "well, getting past those guards was easy enough." "I wonder where old fatso CogsweII keeps his cogs?" "Look at the shrimp!" "Look at the shrimp!" "Mr. Fatso!" "I mean, Mr. CogsweII." "I've been expecting you, Jetson." "I know the whole bit." "So you can't operate the minavac without this cog, eh?" "I got old SpaceIy right where I want him, in the palm of my hand." "Oh, yeah?" "I got it!" "Thanks, Mr. CogsweII!" "I'II swat you Iike a bug in a rug, Jetson!" "After a century of brilliant scientific progress you'd think someone would invent a decent fly swatter!" "hold it, Jetson!" "hold it!" "Come back here with my property!" "Besides, I want to welcome you to my club." "The golf club, that is!" "He's got me cornered." "Fore!" "I knew I should have used a 5-iron." "Oh, boy." "I think I finally lost him." "But I haven't lost you." "My favorite dish:" "Jetson under glass." "AII right, hand over that cog, Jetson!" "You wouldn't do that, would you?" "You wouldn't stick me with a pin." "Come back with that cog, Jetson!" "Put it on SpaceIy's bill!" "Goodbye, Mr. CogsweII!" "well, he got away." "But I'm not licked yet." "Now, listen, you guys." "No one under 1 2 inches high is to pass through this gate." "Understand?" "Yeah, sure, boss." "Sure." "twelve inches high?" "CogsweII must have slipped a cog." "With this repairman disguise, I'II bluff my way into SpaceIy's and remove the cog from the minavac." "I told you I'd solve everything, Jetson." "Is the new cog in place?" "AII set, Mr. SpaceIy." "I sort of hate to enlarge you." "I was going to give you a salary to match your size." "well, here goes." "You know, I sort of hate to get big again." "I was beginning to feel like "Jetson in wonderland."" "It works!" "I'm back to my normal size!" "Now I can put CogsweII out of business." "I'II call him up right away and tell him to crawl over and sign the merger papers." "He'II flip!" "Gee, I feel king-size!" "hello there!" "Someone here called for a Viennese specialist repairman, no?" "Don't be upset." "I will have the machine working in no time." "But the minavac is fixed." "That's what they all say." "What do you know?" "You is just a simple simpIeton!" "Now, Iet me see." "The clavicle is connected to the hipbone." "The hipbone connected to the CogsweII Cog." "There's something phony going on here." "Jetson, who's that fiddling with the minavac?" "Some repairman, sir." "A repairman?" "I told him there's nothing wrong with the minavac, Mr. SpaceIy." "Wait a minute." "That's no repairman." "I'd recognize that sneaky CogsweII anywhere." "Out, CogsweII!" "What's the big idea?" "Sabotage." "What else?" "I want that CogsweII cog back!" "How would you Iike a punch on the nose instead?" "Is that a threat?" "Put them up, CogsweII!" "I'm gonna teach you a lesson." "There they go again." "I might as well relax." "They'II keep this up for a couple hours or so." "I'm warning you, SpaceIy, I used to be a golden glove boy!" "well, you're going to be a fat-Iipped man now." "I'm waiting, SpaceIy." "I'II murder-Iize you, CogsweII!" "You and what army, shorty?" "Shorty?" "Hey, we shrunk!" "I'm sorry, Mr. SpaceIy." "I hit the reducing button by mistake." "Hit the enlarging button, you muttonhead!" "Yes, sir." "I think we blew a fuse." "What do we do now?" "Jetson, you are fired!" "You be quiet, CogsweII!" "He's my employee." "Jetson, before I fire you how long will it take to get a fuse?" "It'II take at Ieast a week to ship one from PIutonia." "A week?" "!" "Oh, great." "What do we do till then?" "Anyone for cards?" "I'II enjoy beating you one way or another." "Jetson, call our wives and tell them we got to solve a couple of small problems..." "...while I clobber CogsweII at pinochIe." "Yes, sir." "Right away, sir." "AII right, SpaceIy, I'II match you and raise you five." "I'II match you and double it!" "Okay, SpaceIy, how about a new hand?" "I'm so glad my big daddy is back." "It sure is nice having a fuII-sized dad again." "Yeah." "I can look up to you again, right, Pop?" "Yeah, look, Iet's forget the whole thing." "I never want to hear about it again." "I'm starved, Janey." "What's for dinner?" "Shrimp." "Shrimp?" "!" "Not that word again!" "Look at the shrimp!" "Look at the shrimp!" "Now, cut that out!" "Oh, boy." "help!" "help!" "Jane, stop this crazy thing!" "Jane!" "help!" "Jane!" "(ENGLISH)"