"Meet George Jetson" "His boy, Elroy" "Daughter, Judy" "Jane, his wife" "This is Spacely Space Sprockets." "The home of big business, where big wheels wheel and deal." "And this is George Jetson a small wheel with a big deal on his mind at the moment." "I wonder if old SpaceIy will give me the afternoon off." "Boy, oh, boy, I'm glad it's Wednesday." "These three-day workweeks are murder." "I think I'II give him the computeritis sick routine." "Oh, no, no." "I used that last week." "I know, I know, I'II try the nuclear phobia bit." "Yeah, that ought to do it." "hello, Mr. Jetson." "hello, Miss galaxy." "Hey, is old bIastoff in?" "No, but Mr. SpaceIy is." "Just a moment." "Yes, Miss galaxy?" "What is it?" "George Jetson to see you, Mr. Blastoff." "Sir, I mean, Mr. Spacely, sir." "Oh, yeah." "I know." "He's late." "Send him in." "Yes, sir." "Okay, you can go in." "But aren't you a little late with your afternoon off this week?" "Very funny." "You should be in show business." "There's a bus leaving at 9, get on it." "Or whatever the gag is." "Good afternoon, Mr. SpaceIy, sir." "I was just wondering if" "No!" "You can't have the afternoon off." "Now, get back to work, Jetson!" "I wonder why he had that installed." "At this moment, approaching Spacely Space Sprockets is the big wheel of Cogswell Cosmic Cogs Mr. Cogswell himself to start wheeling and dealing a big deal for himself." "well, I hope old SpaceIy has decided to merge with CogsweII's Cosmic Cogs because if he don't, this place will wind up selling space cycles." "Why, Mr. CogsweII." "Good afternoon, sir." "Don't announce me, Miss galaxy." "I always like to come on fast and strong." "Sort of a CogsweII trademark." "Hiya, SpaceIy!" "Did you accept my offer?" "When do we merge?" "The first Sunday that comes in the middle of the week." "Now, now, SpaceIy, Iet's not be bitter." "After all, you will still be one of my vice presidents." "Smoke, SpaceIy?" "No, thanks." "There's too much hot air around here now." "You realize, of course, that if we don't merge it could mean the end of SpaceIy Space Sprockets." "You're bluffing, CogsweII." "Not at all, SpaceIy." "Our research boys have engineered a scientific breakthrough which will make space sprockets as obsolete as jet engines." "I still say you're bluffing, CogsweII." "I don't believe it." "well, it's too bad, SpaceIy." "It's been a nice, friendly rivalry." "But that's space business." "If you change your mind, you know where you can reach me." "well, don't hold your breath waiting!" "Arrivederci, SpaceIy." "Mr." "Spacely?" "Yes?" "It's time for your eye drops, sir." "Oh, yes." "Thanks." "Open, please." "That CogsweII can't shake me!" "I know he's bluffing." "But I wonder what he's up to." "Meanwhile, back at Cogswell's Cosmic Cogs...." "well?" "Is everything ready, Moonstone?" "Yes, sir, Mr. CogsweII." "Our new flight suit is all set for testing." "Good, good." "If all goes well, we'II spring it on the board of directors in the morning." "Sort of "springboard" it." "well, Iet's proceed with the demonstration, Moonstone." "Okay, HarIan." "Bring out the X-1 500." "Yes, sir." "Coming right out, sir." "Why, it looks just like an ordinary suit!" "Is this a gag, Moonstone?" "Oh, no, Mr. CogsweII." "With this suit on, a man can fly like a bird." "The suit is wired to operate on a brain wave frequency of 200 cerebeIIas." "It obeys the slightest mental command instantly." "Watch." "Proceed, HarIan." "Yes, sir, sir." "Anyone can operate the suit, Mr. CogsweII." "No checkout or experience is necessary." "Amazing." "Amazing!" "It's all you said it was, Moonstone." "congratulations." "Thank you, sir." "In addition, the maneuverability of the X-1 500 is unlimited." "It merely follows the movement pattern of the wearer." "Fantastic, Moonstone!" "We are geniuses." "And it can reach a speed of Mach 4." "Watch it with those sonic booms, HarIan!" "Sorry, sir." "Okay, now take her down." "Roger, sir." "You notice how we can come from maximum speed to an instant halt and make a soft landing free from any G-forces." "I am flabbergasted!" "harlan, better take the X-1 500 to the cleaners." "We want a pressed suit for the board of directors' demonstration tomorrow." "Yes, sir, sir." "I'II have it done right away, sir, sir, sir, sir." "Moonstone, this could mean the end of space cars." "The end of space sprockets also, sir." "Yes, especially SpaceIy Space Sprockets." "Maybe I ought to take one of those overskies jobs on Mars or Venus." "At least I'd be rid of that slave driver SpaceIy." "Then maybe I couId get an afternoon off once in a while." "Hello, dear." "Yeah, Jane." "What's up?" "Will you please drop by the cleaners and pick up your suit?" "I've been so busy all day I just simply forgot to get it." "Oh, now, look, Janey, I" "Thanks, dear." "Bye!" "Oh, great." "The cleaner is 500 miles out of my way." "It'II take an extra 30 seconds just to get there." "I wish Jane could organize her routine more efficiently." "Hey, Herbie, make this suit a rush job, will you?" "And bill the CogsweII Company." "Okay, HarIan." "I'II put it in special." "only takes 1 5 seconds that way." "Just hang it on the hook." "Right, on the hook." "This new high-speed sound wave cleaning makes this job a snap." "Be right back, Herb." "Gotta put some dough in the old space meter." "Hi, Herbie." "Mrs. Jetson said I should pick up my suit." "Is it ready?" "Oh, hiya, Mr. Jetson." "Yeah, I'II send it right out." "Just a minute." "Here it is." "Coming up." "Thanks, Herb." "Put it on my bill, huh?" "Thanks, Herb." "I see my suit's ready." "Yeah." "Take it away, HarIan." "Hope I didn't mix those suits up." "Be seeing you, Herb." "well, back to the drawing board." "elroy!" "You've been splitting atoms again." "only a couple, Mom." "See, I'm trying to invent some tablets that'II make you fly." "Oh, that's ridiculous!" "Now, clean up this mess before your father comes home." "Okay, Mom." "Gee." "Maybe I should cut down on the uranium mixture." "Okay, everybody." "I'm home." "The king is here." "Let's make with the big welcome!" "And here they come." "What devotion!" "What love!" "What the--?" "What kind of a welcome is that?" "I think I got it!" "George, are you all right?" "Yeah, I think so." "What happened?" "elroy has been working on his experiments again." "Hi, Dad." "You wanna be the first one to try my new flight pill?" "Not now, EIroy." "I gotta change this suit you dirtied so brilliantly with your experiments." "It's a good thing I brought this suit home from the cleaners." "Seems to be a little bit tight." "It must have shrunk a bit." "How about it, Dad?" "You wanna try my flying pill now?" "Oh, all right, I'II try it if you promise not to make any more." "What am I supposed to do with it?" "swallow it." "swallow it?" "Do you think it's safe?" "Oh, sure, Dad." "Go ahead, swallow it." "Okay." "Now fly around the room, Dad." "Okay, but just once." "There, I flew around the room." "Are you happy?" "And how!" "You were great." "Thanks a bunch!" "flying pills." "What an imagination." "Hey, wait a minute." "I was flying!" "That pill really works, EIroy!" "I can fly!" "Oh, we'II be rich!" "My EIroy is a genius!" "Attaboy, Dad." "You're doing great!" "Oh, boy, this beats driving anytime." "only thing is, how do I control myself?" "Oh, this is ridiculous." "Maybe I can spin myself straight." "Now for a fast running start." "I'm gonna break the sound barrier." "Better slam on the brakes." "I did it!" "I'm starting to catch on!" "No hitchhikers, wise guy!" "Get off my windshield!" "Darn hitchhikers get nervier every day." "Good thing I had that anti-hitchhiker kit installed." "Boy, what a sorehead." "I better pull out of this dive fast before I hit bottom." "With all the traffic in the sky these days the only safe place for us birds is on the ground." "Sunday driver!" "I guess us birds will just have to go underground." "unbelievable." "simply unbelievable." "I'II take a couple of spins around the house and then I'II break the good news to Janey." "Judy, have you seen your father?" "Not in the Iast five minutes." "He just flew by the window, Mother." "He what?" "He" " He flew by the window!" "Honest!" "This I gotta see." "Hiya, Janey!" "George Jetson!" "You come in the house this minute!" "Oh, boy." "My working days are over!" "Gee, Pop, you were swell!" "Oh, this is it, kiddies." "The end of the rainbow our pot of gold." "And we owe it all to my little son EIroy." "George, what's going on?" "How come you can fly like that?" "I took EIroy's flying pill, and it really works." "I can fly like a bird!" "Yeah, and all I did was cut down on the uranium." "That's good thinking, EIroy." "This should mean a vice presidency for me at the plant." "SpaceIy will put EIroy's pills into mass production and we can all retire!" "Jumping Jupiter!" "We're gonna be rich!" "I...." "I...." "I just can't believe it!" "Better hurry, dear, or you'II be late for work." "I'm leaving right now." "So long, everybody!" "Maybe I should have the name of the company changed to "Jetson and SpaceIy."" "Or maybe just plain "Jetson." That's better." "Good morning, Officer Ozone." "Morning, Jetson." "Get ahold of yourself, Ozone." "It's probably just a space mirage." "Where's that Jetson?" "He's two minutes late and he...." "So that's it!" "flying around the building on company time." "flying around the building?" "!" "Good morning, Mr. SpaceIy." "Jetson!" "How did you do that?" "Funny you should ask, sir." "You see, my son EIroy, the scientist, has invented these flight pills." "Just swallow one and you can fly." "really?" "absolutely!" "would you care to join me in a flight around the building, sir?" "Why, Jetson, old pal, I'd be delighted." "You know, George I've always considered you good executive timber." "You mean like vice presidency?" "Yeah, yeah." "That's it." "A vice presidency." "Oh, I'II be right back, Miss galaxy." "Gonna buzz around the building for a while with Vice President Jetson." "hold on, Mr. SpaceIy." "Here we go!" "It's true!" "The pills work!" "Your boy is a genius." "We'II make him a vice president too." "SpaceIy Space Sprockets is saved!" "You'II be a full partner, George." "May even get a raise." "Now, go home and get EIroy to make some more flying pills." "I'II show them to the board of directors." "Right, Mr. SpaceIy." "I'II be back in a flash." "Oh, I'd Iike to see old CogsweII top this!" "well, gentlemen, we're ready to show you what the X-1 500 can do." "Cosmic Cogs is proud to demonstrate the newest wonder of the 21 st century." "This better be good." "We missed a high-IeveI cocktail party for this." "Okay, HarIan." "Ready?" "Ready, sir." "gentlemen, this is the X-1 500 the first flight suit based on the brain wave principle." "Mr. HarIan here, a subordinate will now demonstrate smooth, quiet flight." "What the--?" "That hurt, sir." "What is this, some kind of a joke, CogsweII?" "A joke?" "Yeah, yeah." "Oh, that HarIan, you know, is a card." "A little joke he's playing on us." "Okay, HarIan, you're a regular riot." "Let's try it again." "I don't get it, Mr. CogsweII, sir." "will you quit clowning around?" "This is for money." "Now, Iet's try it again." "And they say "Never remove your crash helmet."" "well, CogsweII, can we get back to our high-IeveI cocktail party now?" "No, no." "Wait!" "I will supervise the demonstration myself, gentlemen." "But, Mr. CogsweII, sir, listen, sir." "It's not working, sir." "Don't give me that." "I saw it work with my own eyes." "Now, make like a bird, will you?" "help!" "Are you defying me, HarIan?" "Gee, thanks, Mr. CogsweII." "You saved my Iife." "Let's face it, HarIan:" "With this flight suit, we bombed." "No hurry cleaning the suit this time." "Just send it back to CogsweII Cogs when it's ready." "Boy, that suit went out of style fast." "Hey, this is Mr. Jetson's suit." "I must have given him the CogsweII suit by mistake." "I better get over there and straighten this out right away." "Have you got any more flying pills yet?" "In a minute, Dad!" "Oh, George!" "The man from the cleaners is here." "Yeah." "I'm sorry, Mr. Jetson." "I gave you the wrong suit by mistake." "This is your suit." "Oh, okay, Iet me have it." "I'II switch suits right away." "Funny I didn't notice it but the fit was so good I thought it was mine." "There you are, Herb." "Now we both have the right suit." "Oh, thanks, Mrs. Jetson." "I'II return this to its owner." "Bye." "Got those pills yet, EIroy?" "Here you are, Dad, a brand-new batch." "Thanks." "I'II take these to the plant right away." "Mr. SpaceIy wants me to demonstrate to his board of directors." "See you in orbit!" "help!" "help!" "George, what happened?" "How should I know?" "Just get me back in!" "Do something, quick!" "I don't get it, Dad." "I used the exact same formula." "well, how come I can't fly anymore?" "I don't know." "It must have been some kind of "scienterrific" accident the first time." "It might not happen again for a million years." "well, I can't wait that long." "What about Mr. SpaceIy and the board of directors, George?" "I'II just have to tell them, I guess." "Boy, this has been the shortest vice presidency in history." "And gentlemen, I promise this invention will put SpaceIy Sprockets right on top of the heap." "Mr." "Jetson is here, sir." "Good, good." "Send him in." "You guys won't believe this." "Mr." "SpaceIy, sir, I" "George!" "I should explain, sir, that" "Quiet, Jetson." "Give me those pills." "And now, gentlemen, for the first time anywhere I shall personally demonstrate our new flying pill." "Mr. SpaceIy, please!" "please let me explain!" "Are you telling me how to run my business, Jetson?" "No, sir." "Then keep quiet." "Now it's off into the wild blue yonder!" "Pretty wild, but I don't know about the blue yonder." "I didn't quite reach escape velocity that time, but I'II fix that." "Poor SpaceIy, he's finally flipped." "I knew it wouId happen someday." "I know these pills work." "Maybe I just need a stronger dose." "Don't do it, Mr. SpaceIy, don't do it!" "Shut up, Jetson!" "Now, watch me make like a bird, gentlemen." "Geronimo!" "Don't panic, Mr. SpaceIy, I'II save you!" "Jetson!" "You're fired!" "I wonder if he can do that to a vice president." "Now, will you please give me a chance to explain?" "So the formula is lost forever?" "For a million years or so anyway, sir." "well, this means the end of SpaceIy Sprockets." "I may as well call CogsweII and give up." "He can have his merger." "I suppose you called to rub it in, eh, SpaceIy?" "Rub it in?" "You know what I mean." "The X-1 500 flying suit bombed out." "So if you'II excuse me it's time for me to throw darts at your picture." "Goodbye." "Oh, Mr. CogsweII, sir the X-1 500 flying suit is back from the cleaners, sir." "What shall I do with it, sir?" "Throw it out the window!" "What do I care?" "Yes, sir, sir." "The life on the open road." "Hey, what's this?" "Boy, I've heard of pennies from heaven, but suits?" "Never." "But who am I to look some gift threads in the mouth?" "Not bad." "Sort of gives the old frame some class." "And away we go!" "Nothing like a new suit to give a guy a lift, but this is ridiculous!" "Oh, well." "Might as well fly south for the winter." "Gosh, what a day." "I almost became vice president and I almost lost my job." "No more get-rich schemes for me." "If I never live to see a guy fly again, it'II be too soon." "No!" "I don't believe it!" "Oh, I'm sick!" "I gotta see a doctor." "help!" "help!" "Jane, stop this crazy thing!" "Jane!" "help!" "Jane!" "(ENGLISH)"