"Meet George Jetson" "His boy, Elroy" "Daughter, Judy" "Jane, his wife" "None of these scripts are any good." "What'll we do, boss?" "The agencies demand a new show." "AII right, all right." "Don't panic." "I'II call you back." "Let's see now. "Secretary." "Barber."" "Yeah, here it is. "Writers."" "I'll bet 5 bucks." "I'll see that and raise you." "Those writers." "Goofing off again." "I'II fix that." "I've just read these scripts you guys turned in as ideas for a new show." "There's not one of them worth doing!" "TV geometry lessons chemistry course, animals of the world." "What are you trying to do to me?" "But, chief..." "...those shows are all educational." "educational?" "What ever happened to entertainment?" "well, we've been writing educational programs so long...." "We've forgotten entertainment." "Our mission has been to educate people." "You've educated them so much, they're too smart to watch TV." "How about a cowboy series?" "Or a doctor program?" "It's tempting, but we don't dare start that stuff again." "That's what brought on educational programs." "well, Iet's go to lunch." "We'II go to the Skypark Casino." "Maybe the fresh air will clear our heads." "table for four, please." "Table for four." "well, that's a nice table." "Be seated, gentlemen." "This is swell, boss." "We'II sit out on the terrace." "Four for the terrace." "What a view." "Oh, waitress." "Yes, sir?" "Two moongIows on the rocks." "Two Jupiters, dry." "Two Jupiters, dusty." "Two moongIows, stoned." "Watch it, charlie!" "After a lunch like that, you guys should be cracking with ideas." "But, boss, you take away cowboys and doctor shows, it leaves a big hole." "Yeah, but-- Hey, look at that down there in the park." "The kid with the dog." "Now do a tailspin, Astro." "Ready?" "Go!" "Oh, he's cute." "Yeah." "That's a kick." "Nothing more appealing than a boy and his dog." "It has, Iike, warmth." "Yeah." "That's it!" "A boy and his dog." "Spaceboy." "That'II be our new series." "There's been nothing like it since...." "What's his name?" "Brassie?" "Tassie?" "It's been so long ago." "But, boss, it's got to be educational." "It is." "It is." "It teaches a lesson:" "Be nice to your dog, and he won't bite you." "That's real education." "You guys get going on the script, I'II get the kid signed up." "What an idea." "Spaceboy, Zoom and His Dog." "They're so darn cute, I can hardly stand it." "hello, little boy." "Get lost." "Did he say something?" "I think he said, "Get lost."" "What devotion." "It gets me right here and here." "It's about time EIroy started home from the park." "I'II just tune in his frequency." "Oh, my mother's tuning in my frequently." "Calling Elroy Jetson." "Elroy, come in." "Yes, Mom?" "It's time to come home, dear." "And you too, Astro." "Okay, Mom." "Okay, Mom." "And make sure your antigravity belts are fastened." "And for heaven's sakes..." "...stay off the freeway." "Right, Mom." "Let's go, Astro." "Mom doesn't like to be kept waiting." "elroy Jetson, eh?" "well, I'II follow him and get his mother to sign a contract." "Turn on the old antigravity belt and away we go." "I'II race you home, Astro." "AII right." "A boy and his dog." "How basic can you get?" "That's solid entertainment." "They're going into the Skypad Apartments." "I'II give him a couple of minutes." "Oh, EIroy, how many times must I tell you to turn off those antigravity belts in the house?" "I forgot, Mom." "Astro, I think you're putting on weight." "Sorry." "Just a minute." "Now, who could that be?" "Yes?" "Mrs." "Jetson?" "Are you there?" "Yes." "What is it?" "I'm Mr. Transistor president of Asteroid TV Productions." "Oh, I don't watch TV anymore." "It's over my head." "Why don't you bring back doctor and cowboy shows?" "Oh, we have something better." "May I come in and discuss it?" "well, all right, Mr. Transistor but I'm not interested in any more education." "well, I don't blame you." "Now, here's what I have in mind." "I can't believe it." "elroy, star of a series on TV." "As Spaceboy, Zoom and His Dog, Astro." "Just look how devoted he is." "Yes, isn't he?" "Oh, EIroy?" "Yes, Mom?" "Can you stop that space train for a second?" "Yes, Mother." "How would you Iike to be on TV as Spaceboy, Zoom..." "...and His Dog, Astro?" "Okay, Mom." "He went for it big, big, big!" "He'II be great, Mrs. Jetson." "Just sign this contract, and I'II get things started." "Thank you, Mrs. Jetson." "I'II be going now to get things started." "Oh, there was something else." "Now, Iet's see." "Oh, yes." "would you mind?" "Oh, of course." "heel, Astro." "heel." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Astro ripped your pants." "It's nothing." "He's just over-devoted." "Goodbye." "PoIka-dot shorts." "Imagine." "elroy, star of his own television show." "I'II call George." "I'II call George and I'II tell him and I'II bet he'II get all excited." "He's not calm like me." "Australian Ratchet Company, Melbourne, Australia, Earth." "gentlemen, your order for SpaceIy Sprockets will at any moment be in melbourne." "We shipped them out 30 seconds ago." "And when you need more sprockets, remember, SpaceIy Space Sprockets the sprocket that's easy on your pockets, are the best on the market." "Yours truly, George Jetson." "Oh, no." "Now, where did she go?" "Oh, boy." "These coffee breaks seem like they come every 1 0 minutes." "Yak, yak, yak...." "Jetson." "Yes, sir, Mr. SpaceIy?" "I'd like to see you in my office." "Right away, sir." "I bet it's about my raise." "I couId use some extra dough." "I've been waiting for this day a Iong, long time." "well, it's about time you got here, Jetson." "I suppose there was a Iot of traffic in the tube." "No, sir, Mr. SpaceIy." "These reports of yours are all fouled up." "You'II have to stay tonight and straighten them out." "But, Mr. SpaceIy, I thought you called me in here about my raise." "Raise?" "!" "Why, you must be kidding." "You're the shiniest goIdbrick this company ever had." "But I'II tell you what I'II do." "What's that, sir?" "I'II use my influence with the board of directors to prevent them from cutting your salary." "Next to a broken leg, the best thing is a boss with a sense of humor." "Oh, Jetson." "There's a personal call for you on the phone." "And you know I don't like personal calls at the office!" "I know." "I know, sir." "I know." "Oh, hi, honey." "George." "You'll never guess what happened." "Elroy is going to have his own television show." "Yeah, honey, but the boss doesn't-- Own television show!" "Yes, George." "It's called Spaceboy, Zoom and His Dog, Astro." "And, George, he'll get 5000 a week." "Five--?" "Five thousand?" "!" "Now, don't get excited, George." "You just be calm." "See you later." "Goodbye." "TV" " TV" " TV show." "Five thousand." "Jetson, are you out of your mind?" "Jetson!" "Jetson!" "You're fired!" "Thank you, Mr. SpaceIy." "I didn't know how to tell you I was quitting." "Quitting?" "Now, wait." "Wait, Jetson." "George." "Georgie." "tell you what I'II do." "I'II give you fringe benefits." "A raise?" "No." "But I'II guarantee you won't get a salary cut." "Thanks, Mr. SpaceIy, but no, thanks." "I have my son's career to manage." "He's got his own TV series:" "Spaceboy, Zoom and His Dog, Astro." "See you around, SpaceIy." "TV show?" "I can't believe it." "Oh, wait till my wife hears about this." "Are you sure, Cosmo?" "Yes, dear." "I checked with the TV station." "Jetson's son, EIroy, is going to have his own program:" "Spaceboy, Zoom and His Dog, Astro." "A fine thing." "George Jetson gets his son on TV and what do you do?" "You let one of your employees hit it big." "He's not an employee." "I fired him." "Look at your son over there." "Arthur's loaded with talent." "I wanna be on TV." "I can do anything better than EIroy." "And my dog, Zero, is smarter too." "play dead, Zero." "Bang." "That's very, very good." "Oh, that's not all Zero can do." "Watch." "Cosmo, I don't care how you do it but you get Arthur on TV, or else." "Yes, dear." "Who needs SpaceIy and his sprockets, which are easy on your pockets when your son is a TV star?" "Come on, now!" "Let me in!" "Let me in!" "They never give a guy a chance to get on the freeway." "You just gotta force your way in." "Oh, well." "The traffic will thin out by the time I turn off." "I'II go up the back way, into the kitchen." "Here we are." "Jetson." "Surprise!" "I'm home, Janey, honey." "Hey!" "What are you doing in my apartment, Mr. Lunar?" "It's my apartment." "You pressed the wrong button again, Jetson." "Let's see, now." "This makes the third time this week, doesn't it?" "Oh, boy." "What a pest that Jetson is." "Can I talk to you while you're working, Mama?" "Oh, certainly, Judy." "I'm just washing windows." "What is it?" "well, is it true about EIroy?" "Is he really gonna be on television?" "It sure is." "Your brother is going to be Spaceboy, Zoom and His Dog, Astro." "Now, what do you think of that, Judy?" "Judy!" "It's bad enough having a kid brother around the house..." "...without having one on television." "With your brother a television star he could put you on the show for a guest spot." "Hey, I never thought of that." "Oh, EIroy!" "Oh, dear." "Hi." "Can I help you?" "No." "girls don't know anything about scooters." "Oh, you're the best brother a girl ever had." "I'd do anything for you, EIroy." "Anything at all." "would you do something for me?" "No, you're not gonna be on my TV show." "Kid brothers!" "Come on, EIroy, this is the big day they start shooting your series." "Let's zoom!" "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Why, Judy, I do believe you're jealous of your brother." "jealous?" "Me, jealous of EIroy?" "Just because he's on TV?" "jealous?" "That's a hot one." "jealous?" "Yes, I'm jealous." "I'm only the big sister of Spaceboy." "Zoom!" "There's nothing to worry about." "Your dad'II be with you all the time." "I'II probably have valuable suggestions to help the show." "Oh, brother." "well, here we are." "Asteroid TV Productions." "well, well, well, well, well." "You must be Mr. Jetson." "Thank you for coming, sir." "How are you, EIroy?" "We got a great script for our kickoff show." "It's going to be" "please, EIroy, call off Astro." "Down, Astro." "Down, boy." "Come here, Astro." "heel." "Such a devoted animal." "Oh, boy." "Thirty-nine weeks of those sharp teeth." "well, time to leave." "We'II go over to location on the studio bus with the rest of the cast." "Mr." "Transistor, I have a suggestion." "Yes?" "Since EIroy is the star, we don't wanna give him an inferiority complex." "At his age?" "It'd boost his morale if he went in a vehicle more suited to his position like a chauffeur-driven Iimousine?" "A chauffeur what?" "Okay, okay, anything to get this show started." "Come on." "We are approaching the location set, Mr. Jetson." "Fine, fine." "Mr. Transistor seemed quite pleased with my suggestion for this limousine ride." "Here we are at the planet Jupiter, EIroy." "This is the location for your show." "We're coming in for a landing, Mr. Jetson." "please hurry, Mr. Jetson." "These Jupiter days are short." "One moment, Mr. Transistor." "I might have some suggestions to improve the script." "No kidding." "It doesn't read very well." "Of course not." "You had it upside down." "Oh, boy." "Why do these things have to happen to me?" "will you call EIroy and Astro out of the dressing room?" "We're ready to roll." "Yes, sir." "elroy, Astro, on the set, please." "Coming." "The kid looks great." "There's nothing to worry about, EIroy." "Daddy will be close by all the time." "places, everyone." "That's why I had that space helmet put on you, buster." "Phooey." "Hey, get that number-three camera into position." "Yes, sir." "Camera three ready, sir." "AII right, EIroy." "Come by the camera and give your yell for the title shot." "Spaceboy, zoom and his dog, Astro!" "Zoom!" "I have a suggestion to make." "Yes?" "Instead of having EIroy yeII" "hold it." "hold that pose." "I'II be right back." "Oh, charlie." "You think we could rig up the old robot for the mad-scientist routine?" "For him?" "But, boss, he looks like such a nice guy." "We'II never get this show going with him around." "well, okay." "Good." "Get ready." "Mr. Jetson, I have big plans for you." "I can see you as the mad scientist of outer space." "Me?" "George Jetson, a star?" "The mad scientist..." "...of outer space." "Great." "We'II get you started in elroy's first episode." "Now, EIroy, this scene is where the mad scientist sends a robot after you but you press a button on the robot and it turns on the mad scientist." "Got it?" "Yes, sir." "Good." "Get flying, Spaceboy and take Spacemutt with you." "Spaceboy, zoom and away!" "And Astro, zoom and away!" "Great." "Okay, mad scientist send the robot after Spaceboy." "There goes Spaceboy." "Go get him, mad robot." "Oh, knock it off." "Knock it off, mad scientist." "You're out of the scene." "Hey, is that all I do?" "Keep your mustache on." "As soon as the robot gets closer, Spaceboy will swing up and press a button on the robot." "Then the robot comes down to take revenge." "Hey, look." "Spaceboy's about to push the button." "There." "He did it." "He sure looks mad." "Hey, by the way, who does he take revenge on?" "The mad scientist." "Hey, wait." "That's me." "help!" "Cut the scene!" "Cut!" "Mr. Jetson, you were great, just great." "Mr. Transistor, I quit." "It worked." "He's quit." "Yeah, boss, but look." "I mean, look who else is quitting." "Who cares?" "As long as" "Oh, no." "I quit too, Dad." "Let's go home and watch TV." "We're ruined." "There's no other boy on Jupiter." "You and your bright idea to make Jetson quit." "You're fired." "Hey." "Hey, Jetson." "Mr. SpaceIy, what are you doing here?" "I heard you were on Jupiter, George, and only you can help me out." "With what?" "My wife won't let me in the house until I get Arthur on TV." "would you please put Arthur in elroy's series?" "Just a bit part would be okay." "please, George." "well, I'II tell you what, Mr. SpaceIy, because you've been so nice to me I'II pull EIroy out and put Arthur in as the star." "George, you do this for me and you can have your old job back with a nice, guaranteed no salary cut." "You're all heart, Mr. SpaceIy." "Oh, and one more thing." "Make suggestions to the director." "He loves suggestions." "Thanks, Jetson." "Thanks." "I will." "Come on." "I'II set it up for you." "Mr. Transistor, this is my boss, Mr. SpaceIy." "He and his son have agreed to take over the series." "well, what do you think, charlie?" "Why not?" "I mean, you've seen one kid and his dog..." "...you've seen them all." "It's a deal." "I've always been crazy about television and I've got lots of ideas too." "I'II rewrite the scripts, set up the cameras." "In fact, I'II help you direct." "CharIie" "I know, boss." "I know." "I'II put the robot back together for the mad-scientist bit." "Right." "Spaceboy SpaceIy, zoom and his dog, Zero!" "Great." "Okay, mad scientist..." "...send the robot after Spaceboy." "This is wonderful." "I've always wanted to be in show biz." "There goes Spaceboy!" "Go get him, mad robot." "Hey, look." "Arthur pressed the button." "Here comes the robot after the mad scientist." "help!" "Cut the scene!" "Cut!" "Oh, I can't stand it." "Mr. SpaceIy you better quit." "It's too rough on you." "What?" "And give up show biz?" "Never." "help!" "help!" "Jane, stop this crazy thing!" "Jane!" "help!" "Jane!" "(ENGLISH)"