"Meet George Jetson" "His boy, Elroy" "Daughter, Judy" "Jane, his wife" "No!" "No, wait!" "No!" "No!" "I'm lost." "Where am I?" "Oh, dear." "George is having another nightmare." "I'II turn down this way." "Now where am I?" "help!" "I'm lost!" "Somebody, help!" "I knew I took the wrong turnoff on that skyway." "There's a sign sticking up out of that black cloud up ahead." ""welcome to Space-Hades." "You'II find friends here." "Average temperature, 21 2 degrees."" "Oh, boy." "This is no place for me." "I'm caught in its magnetic pull!" "help!" "We've been expecting you, Jetson." "That voice." "That obnoxious voice." "It's so familiar." "Where have I heard it?" "Evening, Jetson." "Mr." "SpaceIy." "What the devil are you doing--?" "I mean" "If you think I was a miserable boss on Earth that was minor leagues." "I've made the big time." "Come here, Jetson." "help!" "police!" "EIiot Nessteroid!" "help, somebody!" "George, wake up." "George." "George, you're dreaming." "help!" "What's all the noise for?" "It woke me up." "Yeah, what's the matter?" "Yeah, what's the matter?" "Daddy's having another nightmare." "Come on, now." "help me pull him down." "Now, all together." "Heave!" "Poor Pop." "It's the third time this week he's had a bad dream." "And all of them starring his boss, Mr. SpaceIy." "Yeah." "well, do you feel better, dear?" "Huh?" "Who?" "Huh?" "Where am I?" "Oh, I remember." "Mr. SpaceIy was chasing me with a pitchfork." "It's probably because he's been working you too hard." "Yeah." "Yeah, I know." "I know." "Yesterday I worked two full hours." "well, what does SpaceIy think he's running..." "...a sweatshop?" "Honey, you're right." "You're absolutely right." "I'm through being pushed around." "8:00." "Out of the way." "I'II be late for work." "Where's my clothes?" "My shoes?" "Western Universe." "Western Universe." "TeIe-tape for Mr. Jetson." "George Jetson, teIe-tape." "Now, who would send me a teIe-tape at this hour?" "Hey, I just remembered." "Last week I bought two tickets for the Venus sweepstakes." "I couId have won." "Maybe my number came up." "Good luck, Mr. Jetson." "Oh, hurry, George." "play the teIe-tape." "I'm so excited." "Oh, boy." "Maybe I won the sweepstakes." "London, Paris, here we come." "Greetings, Private Jetson." "Your number came up, Pop, but it isn't the sweepstakes." "You are hereby ordered to report for two weeks of reserve training in the United States Space Guard." "Oh, George, they've called up your unit." "Let's get in shape now, private." "You're soft, soft, soft, soft." "Some calisthenics." "Here, now, let's go." "One, two, three, four." "One, two, three, four." "would you take over for me, honey?" "One, two, three, four." "One, two, three, four." "Don't worry, Daddy." "We'II send you lots of fruitcake capsules." "Wonder where you'II be stationed." "Now hear this." "Fruitcake capsules and other mail should be sent care of APO Camp Nebula." "Okay?" "Double time, Jetson." "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "You hear that, Pop?" "They're sending you to Camp nebula." "That's 1 0 million miles from the nearest asteroid." "You know the Space Guard, EIroy." "Any place out of this world, they build a camp." "Attention!" "Okay, honey, I'II take it from here." "This Army life is rough." "Being that you're a family man with responsibilities the Space Guard will allow you sufficient time to get your affairs in order." "You have exactly two minutes." "Get moving!" "Oh, boy." "You hear that, honey?" "They're all heart." "Oh, George, we're all going to miss you so." "Gee, that's for sure, Pop." "would you mind giving me my allowance in advance?" "I'II miss you." ""I'II miss you too."" "I mean, I'II miss you too, Astro." "Oh, now, come on." "Come on, now." "Come on." "Hey, now, cut it out, everybody." "You've got me doing it." "You know, in some ways, I'm glad to go." "It's two weeks' vacation from that slave driver SpaceIy and he can't do a thing about it." "Come in." "Reservist Henry reporting for duty." "Don't tell me they're taking you, Henry." "Aren't you over the age limit?" "Age limit in the Space Guard?" "No." "Everybody goes." "Why, shucks, my grandpa just made rookie of the year." "I'd better get dressed." "I'd Iike to see SpaceIy's face when I don't show up for work." "I'II be right with you, Henry." "Okay, Henry, Iet's go." "beautiful." "Just beautiful." "Oh, George, you pushed the wrong button again." "Oh, no!" "Now, that's more like it." "Call for George Jetson." "Call for George Jetson." "I bet that's the boss wondering why I'm not at work." "Oh, boy." "This is gonna be a pleasure." "SpaceIy, old boss, you're gonna have to go to work for a change because I'II be tied up on government business." "Mr." "SpaceIy!" "It's "Major Spacely" to you, Private Jetson." "Salute the screen." "Yes, sir, Major SpaceIy, sir." "I didn't know you were in the reserves." "Better than that, Jetson." "I'm your commanding officer." "Now, what's taking you so long to report?" "If you're bucking for a Section 800...." "Oh, no." "No, no, no, sir." "No, sir." "Because I just love court-martials." "They're so dramatic." "Okay, hup, two, three, four." "Forward march." "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "Daddy, does a private get to give anybody orders?" "Yes." "Do your homework." "You can depend on me, sir." "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "We have been cooped up in this thing for over 1 0 minutes." "Yeah." "Like, where is this camp?" "I'm used to being way out, but this is ridiculous." "Say, how does this sound, Mr. Jetson?" ""Dear Congressman FIameout I wish to protest the camp conditions."" "Henry, what are you complaining about?" "We haven't even seen the camp." "well, that's true but it don't hurt none to be prepared." "Hey, we're here." ""Camp nebula." "Men from 1 8 to 80."" "That's us, Mr. Jetson." "well, this is it." "What do you think?" "Henry, what was the name of that congressman again?" "I might wanna drop him a card." "Here's your unit, Major SpaceIy." "The rest is up to you." "Oh, you can depend on me, colonel Countdown." "Never mind me." "Worry about general McMissiIe." "He arrives tomorrow for an inspection." "general McMissiIe?" "Very explosive temper." "They call him "old BIastoff."" ""old BIastoff," eh?" "We'II be ready for him." "AII right, major, time's wasting." "Get your men organized and don't sit down on the job, understand?" "Yes, sir." "Now, men, we have a heavy schedule ahead of us." "Jetson, I'm appointing you temporary corporal." "Take the men to the indoctrination center." "Temporary corporal?" "Oh, sir, thank you." "You won't be sorry." "I won't let you down." "You may have been a rotten civilian, sir..." "...but as an officer, you're" "What's that?" "Yes, sir." "To the indoctrination center, men." "AII right, fellas, who wants to be the first to be indoctrinated?" "You go right ahead, Mr. Jetson." "You're our leader." "Yeah." "That's right." "corporal Jetson reporting with the new reservists." "Let's have some action." ""Barbershop, unit number one."" "Hey, I'd Iike a little off the sides." "Next." "Hey, wait till I take my hat off." "I wanna speak to the chaplain." "What's next?" ""medical exams."" "Say "ah. "" "This isn't no examination." "It's an inquisition." "Heart okay." "Next." "Eye test next." "Read chart." "Read chart." ""I-O-U-B-O-P."" "Eyes okay." "Next." "Next." "Eye test." "Read chart." "Read chart?" "What chart?" "Reject." "Reject." "Send home." "Send home." ""I.Q. test."" "This'II be a snap." "Put pegs in holes." "Put pegs in holes." "How juvenile." "Normal." "Normal." "naturally." "Next." "I.Q. test, next." "Put pegs in holes." "Put pegs in holes." "Take the round peg, put into the square hole." "Good thinking." "Shows initiative." "Officer material." "Officer material." "Congratulations." "Congratulations." ""Wardrobe." Here's where I get my uniform." "What size?" "well, I take a 38." "Hey, cut it out, will you?" "Easy!" "That water's cold!" "hold it." "hold it." "You forgot my shoes." "One pair of shoes coming up." "Use a shoehorn next time, will you?" "And it's not such a bad fit at that." "There's nothing like custom tailoring, is there, Henry?" "If you say so, Mr. Jetson, but are you sure this is the custom?" "Checkout." "Checkout." "Approved, U.S. 5 1 073." "Next." "Approved, U.S. 5 1 07 4." "Next." "Approved, U.S. 5 1 075." "Next." "Henry, your helmet." "Put it on your" "Approved, U.S. 5 1 07 6." "Are you okay, Henry?" "I feel fine, thanks." "Now, tell me, stewardess, what time do we get to Chicago?" "As your acting corporal, I must compliment you, men." "You look great." "A credit to the firm." "Thanks, Jetson." "We like you too." "And maybe you'II be our sergeant." "Why, sure." "The Space Guard is known for rapid promotions." "That's right." "I've been here two hours." "I'm overdue." "Attention!" "AII present and accounted for, sir." "Fine, fine." "We're behind schedule, men." "We've gotta begin training immediately." "I'm with you, sir." "naturally, there's got to be a sergeant." "Someone you men can look up to, with buiIt-in brains and discipline." "Your new sergeant cost the government millions." "Sergeant UnibIab, front and center." "really, sir, I'm not worth anything like millions." "I'm" "UnibIab?" "Oh, no." "This scrapheap is gonna be murder." "Back in line, private." "Back in line." "That's the spirit, sergeant." "The service needs more brains like you." "Take over." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "CIose-order drill." "CIose-order drill." "Ready, men?" "fly up." "fly up." "fly right." "fly right." "Come on." "close it up." "close it up." "About fly." "About fly." "This brain ain't kidding, Mr. Jetson." "No wonder." "He must be bucking for ROTC:" "Robot Officers' Training Corps." "Right fly." "Left fly." "About fly." "oblique fly." "Left fly." "Right fly." "Left fly." "About fly." "Goof-ups." "Goof-ups." "Eight balls." "Eight balls." "Listen, sarge, we couldn't help it." "Yeah, we're kind of rusty." "My landing gear's in bad shape." "Okay, okay." "Got a good deal for you." "raffle." "raffle." "Win a weekend pass." "only a buck." "only a buck." "RaffIing off passes?" "Are you sure that's in regulations?" "Don't let him con you, Henry." "Listen, UnibIab, put the bite on somebody else." "We're not buying." "Need two volunteers." "Two volunteers." "You and you." "Mess-haII detail." "Attention!" "About-face." "Forward march." "KP duty, huh?" "How much do you think it wouId cost us to call that congressman, Henry?" "Potato pills?" "What do they expect us to do with these, count them?" "Hey, you guys, what do you think this is, a vacation?" "Get those potato pills mashed." "How about that?" "Mash potato pills." "slavery, that's what it is, slavery." "Now for the final touch." "Okay, Mr. Jetson, turn it on." "Not too much, now." "There's nothing like a little touch of gravy." "I don't know about you but all this manual labor has me worn out." "Come on, you goIdbricks." "Now, get this place cleaned up." "Oh, boy, this KP is brutal." "They work you to death." "Let's see." "Brush, paiI, mop." "If you do the scrubbing and mopping I'II take care of the pots and pans and stuff." "well, I may as well get started." "No use putting it off." "Pots, pans and dishes." "KP hasn't changed in years." "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "AII right, now." "Let's get with it." "I don't know if I can take two weeks of this." "Oh, boy." "Private Jetson." "Paging Private Jetson." "Over here." "Phone call." "Phone call." "This is Sergeant Uniblab." "Uniblab." "Report to my office." "Report to my office." "Can't you see I'm busy?" "Important assignment." "Important assignment." "Now, that's more like it." "You hear that, Henry?" "UnibIab needs me." "It was only a matter of time." "Come in." "Come in." "Private Jetson reporting for" "Hey, what's this?" "Martian blackjack." "Martian blackjack." "Everybody wins." "Everybody wins." "But we're not supposed to gamble on the post." "It's definiteIy" "glad to have you aboard, Jetson." "place your bets." "place your bets." "Winner gets a desk job." "Winner gets a desk job." "I am broke." "And I've gotta re-enIist for two years just to pay him off." "Let me look at those cards, UnibIab." "There's something funny going on." "Three beeps, and it's the three of spades." "You've been using a hi-fi deck and picking up the signals on your antennas." "I'm gonna report you to Major SpaceIy." "SpaceIy!" "SpaceIy!" "SpaceIy." "What's so funny about him?" "You know." "You work for him." "SpaceIy's stupid." "SpaceIy's stupid." "That's only flattering him." "I couId tell you things you wouldn't believe." "tell me." "tell me." "well...." "Speak up." "Speak up." "Won't tell a soul." "well, I'II never understand how he got his commission." "Why, do you know that...?" "And after general McMissiIe watches the moon maneuvers we'II stage a fuII-dress review." "Don't worry, colonel." "You can depend on my unit." "Every man is disciplined." "Excuse me, colonel." "This must be a call from Sergeant UnibIab." "It's Private Jetson, one of my troopers." "Works for me back home." "Not too bright, but very loyal." "I'II turn up the sound." "Yeah." "And that's what happened." "We employees had this secret ballot, see and old Spacely was elected numskull of the year." "Nothing like a little GI humor." "Then another time we got this crucial government order for 1 0 5000-cog sprockets." "You know what old Spacely did?" "He sent out 5000 1 0-cog sprockets." "And then there was a time" "Attention, Subprivate Jetson." "Oh, boy." "Permanent guard duty." "That wouldn't be so bad, but busting me to subprivate all on account of that sneaky Sergeant UnibIab and his super-snooper camera." "I'd Iike to" "Easy, now, private" " I mean, subprivate." "I know a way to fix UnibIab's tin wagon, if you'd Iike to try." "You do?" "How?" "We short-circuit him." "See, he's over at the dynamo getting himself a recharge." "Let's go." "I'd try anything to get rid of that revolting robot." ""Robot recharger, station number one."" "Are you sure this will work, Henry?" "Don't worry, Mr. Jetson." "I got it all figured out." "Wow, what a layout." "Now, where's UnibIab?" "There he is." "The last one on the right." "Look at that, sleeping like a baby." "How you doing back there, Henry?" "Won't be long after I get this cover open." "well, what do you know." "Automatic transmission." "Here it is." "Out with the robot pack AC current, Iike so and in with the robot pack DC current." "Very simple." "An AC electronic brain running on a DC current." "Something tells me he's gonna have an awful day tomorrow." "I can hardly wait." "Where in the heck is Sergeant UnibIab?" "Yeah, Iike, we've been standing around for an hour." "You know how robots are, fellas." "He might be having ignition trouble." "I got a feeling it's worse than that." "I wouldn't be surprised if he needed a complete valve job." "Hey, hey, here he comes now." "Jumping Jupiter!" "He must really have a screw loose." "It looks more like his wires have been crossed." "You're getting warm." "Attention!" "It's inspection." "And this is one of our crack reserve units, general McMissiIe." "First Sergeant UnibIab's in charge." "He's done wonders with them, sir." "One of those GI robots, eh?" "Cost the government millions, enough for two officers' clubs." "He's worth every cent to us, sir." "Give him a little current, and there's nothing he can't do." "I see." "If you recommend him, Major SpaceIy I'II consider him for the Space Guard Award." "By all means, general." "I'II stake my reputation on it, sir." "AII right, then." "The award, colonel." "Yes, sir." "The Good Behavior medal originally awarded generations ago back at Cape canaveral." "One of the chimps won it." "He's gonna pin the medal on him." "It'II be the short-circuit of the century." "tell me when it's over." "I can't look." "It's a great honor to present this token of our esteem." "Keep up the good work, sergeant." "More power to you." "It's insubordination, I'II tell you!" "Insubordination!" "I want an investigation, colonel." "I'II get everyone responsible for this." "Do you hear me?" "Everyone!" "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "Hup, two, three, four." "It really ain't so bad." "I mean only one more week up here, and we're civilians again." "Yeah." "And one thing about the general, he certainly took it out on everybody." "No hard feelings, is there, corporal?" "Oh, I'II get you for this, Jetson." "Just you wait till you're back on the job." "You'II suffer!" "Oh, my aching footsies." "help!" "help!" "Jane, stop this crazy thing!" "Jane!" "help!" "Jane!" "(ENGLISH)"