Meet George Jetson
His boy, Elroy
Daughter, Judy
Jane, his wife
Remember, Elroy...
...you and Judy behave yourselves at Grandma's while dad and I are away.
- You're to do just as she says. - Sure, Mom. We love Grandma.
Oh, yeah, I know she's a nice old lady, but her cuisine is murder.
Yeah, and so is her cooking.
Judy! Elroy!
George, are you going to permit them to talk about Grandmother like that?
Oh, no. Of course not.
Elroy, Judy, I've eaten Grandma's cooking, and it's no worse than your mother's.
- George! - I mean... I mean, it's delicious.
When I think of Granny's homemade liver-and-onion capsules...
...and her frozen puree-of-prune pudding...
Take it easy, Pop. Astro's got a sensitive stomach.
Oh, gee, Mom. I envy you.
You and Daddy are gonna have a ball in Las Venus.
Thanks, dear. Las Venus is kind of a second honeymoon for us, isn't it, George?
Oh, won't it be romantic?
Oh, yeah, honey.
Blackjack, roulette, space dice...
You gave me your word that if we went to Las Venus, you wouldn't gamble.
Oh, sure, honey. Sure. I won't gamble.
I'll just try to win back the money I lost the last time I gave you my word.
Well, here we go!
How long will it take us to get over to Grandma's house, Pop?
Just hang on, everybody. We'll be there in a jiffy.
Chicago, coming up!
Get ready, we're dropping you at Grandma's.
Are you sure you're on target, Pop?
Of course I'm sure. That's Chicago down there.
I know, Pop, but remember the last time you dropped me over Boston?
I came down on the Tower of London.
That's true, George. And he didn't even have his raincoat.
Well, that was a slight malfunction of the gyroscopic calculator.
You ready, Elroy? Judy?
- Ready! - Ready!
Have a good time!
You too, and give our best to Grandma.
Goodbye!
- Bye! - Bye!
They're going in for a landing, right in front of Grandma's.
- Oh, nice shot, George. - Naturally.
Okay, Astro, old hound dog, you're next. Here's the kenneI.
Your pals will be waiting for you.
And stay away from that French poodle, she'll break your heart.
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Geronimo!
Oh, George, darling, we're alone at last. Just the two of us.
Just think, honey. If I hadn't crash-landed into your patio, we never would've met.
Let's have some music.
Oh, George, what a wonderfuI coincidence. They're playing our song.
Yeah. Oh, it's a lovely tune.
I remember when we first heard it.
There we were, the two of us, parked on the Big Dipper.
I took your hand in mine, and as I started to kiss you, you said...
Look out, George!
We're at the skyway to Las Venus.
- Hold on, here we go. - Not yet, George.
Watch for an opening. No, no. Don't try it yet.
Maybe after this sky truck.
Honey, please, will you let me do the driving?
I'm experienced at this kind of thing.
Here's our opening.
Can I open my eyes now?
Sure, honey. We've got it made.
Oh, you are a good driver, George.
No hitchhikers, buddy. Now, get off my back. Scram!
Excuse us. Must have been the smog.
- Bye! - Goodbye, robot-head!
"Robot-head"?
Oh, boy, it's lucky for him I'm in a hurry, or I'd step out and...
...run for help.
We're out of the traffic now anyway.
- Look at all the scenery. - Yeah.
Hey, look at that sign up ahead.
"When on Mars, drink Cosmic Cola. "
I wonder who thinks up those crazy signs.
Hey, look at that ad.
Hello there.
I use Solarsweet lipstick.
It's solarlovely.
That's for sure.
George, stop looking at that billboard.
Oh, yeah. Sure.
We'll be in Las Venus any minute now.
- Lady luck, here we come. - Don't jinx us, George.
The last time you mentioned lady luck on vacation...
...Mr. Spacely gave you work.
Don't worry, the boss won't spoiI things this time.
He's closing a deaI on the moon.
Good, just so he stays there.
Now, slow down, George. Quick, look at that sign!
"Lunarville. Slow down to 2000."
You're going too fast, George.
Are you kidding? I don't even see the town.
Wow! Now, that's a reaI hot rodder.
Lunarville.
Must be full of yokels.
Here's one of your yokels, George, dressed like a policeman.
Kindly pull over to that cloud up ahead.
Now, sir, do you know the penalty for speeding through this town?
What town, officer? There's nothing here.
Oh, we got a town, all right, it's out being cleaned.
We got a judge too.
Officer 55, calling the court. Live one.
I repeat, live one. Come in, judge.
Hear ye! Hear ye!
The court of Lunarville is now in session!
This is Judge Fairly speaking, otherwise known as the "Hanging Judge. "
How do you plead, stranger? Guilty or not guilty?
- Your Honor, I plead... - Guilty as charged.
Penalty is 10 years in jail or a $ 2000 fine. What will it be?
Have I got a choice? I'll pay the fine.
Good thinking, stranger. Case dismissed.
This has been a recording. A recording, a recording...
The judge will have to make a new recording tape. This one is worn.
Yeah, so I notice.
But tell me, officer, what happens if the defendant isn't guilty?
Oh, shucks, you got me. The judge has never made a tape for that.
Now, here's your stamps.
You fill five books, and we take care of a parking ticket.
Twenty books, and with any sentence, you get to pick your own jaiI.
Oh, thanks a lot.
There's nothing beats picking your own jaiI.
I know one driver who saved up enough books so that he was his own judge.
- So, what happened? - What else?
He gave himself a suspended sentence.
Come back and see us again! Bye!
"Come back and see us again"?
He figures I'll have more money by then.
Now, now, dear, you're not going to let a little old fine ruin our holiday.
You're right, dear, I'II...
Look, Jane, we're here. Las Venus.
There's the Sonic Sahara.
And there's the famous Riviera Satellite.
Look! The fabulous Flamoongo.
You know, I think they're trying to tell us something.
Here we are at our hoteI, the Supersonic Sands.
Oh, George, it's lovely!
Welcome to the Supersonic Sands, sir. You have a reservation?
Yep. Mr. and Mrs. George Jetson.
Of course, Mr. Jetson. We're expecting you.
Now, let's hope you win a nice room.
How about that, honey? We even get to gamble on the room we get.
Yes. I think it's... It's...
Yes, it is! Suite 711.
Oh, you're in luck, sir. It has its own private dealer.
You hear that? Now I can lose a bundle in privacy.
First, we'll take care of your car.
Hey, my car!
Don't worry, sir. We always give you a new one when you leave.
How do we get to our room?
You don't. The room comes down to you.
Now, that's what I call room service.
I'll bet it has everything, including hot and cold running poker chips.
BeautifuI. Just beautifuI.
There's nothing like traditionaI, is there?
And what a lovely view.
Why, look, George. We have a hoteI right next door to us.
The Las Venus Venus.
"AII-star show featuring Dean Martian. "
My favorite space-shouter.
Oh, I must see him, George.
Tonight. I promise.
Now I wanna check and see if we got our own private dealer.
I'm the dealer.
Name your game. Name your game.
I like him. He's got an honest face.
I'll see you later, buster. Can I help you unpack?
Thanks, but I just brought a few things. It'll only take a second.
Didn't you forget the kitchen sink?
Oh, I brought that too.
- Come in. - Jackpot. Jackpot.
Try your luck. Try your luck.
I'm due. I'm due.
Hit me. Hit me.
Oh, boy! Robot slot machines.
I'll hit this one, honey, and you try the other.
Let's go, jackpot-aroonie!
Let's have it, now. Come on. Come on, come on, come on.
M- I-S-S. Miss?
Don't waste your money on these one-armed bandits.
They'll never pay off.
Look, George! I hit it! I hit a jackpot!
- What were you saying, dear? - Nothing.
Okay, that's it, tightwad, on your way.
Hit the jackpot! Hit the jackpot!
You can't miss.
You just lost your jackpot. Now, come on, out. Out! Out!
George, look what happened to my swimsuit. It's stretched all out of shape.
Yeah, I see. It's practically a tent.
There's a glamour shop in the lobby.
Maybe they have one of those new Saturn bikinis.
Saturn bikinis? What's that?
Oh, just some rings around the right places.
You'II love it. I'll see you later.
I'll bet it's a reaI ring-a-ding-a-dinger.
Mr. George Jetson, long distance.
Long distance.
Oh, I hope it's not that pest Spacely.
- Jetson! - Mr. Pester. I mean, Mr. Spacely.
Jetson, I just got word we're in luck.
G.G. Galaxy has just checked in to the Las Venus Venus Hotel.
- G.G. who? - Galaxy.
The head of General Rotors.
We've got a big contract hanging fire with them.
It just needs a little push.
I told Galaxy you'd be right over.
Oh, but... But I can't. I'm on my second honeymoon, sir.
You know, with my wife.
You promised me time off.
I promised you nothing of the...
Oh, you're right. I did promise you the time off.
I'm sorry, Vice President Jetson. Forget it.
Thank you, sir. I knew you'd under...
"Vice President Jetson"?
Yes, but what's a puny vice presidency as compared to a second honeymoon?
I mean, why should you care about a mink-lined private office...
...with your name in gold neon?
Gold neon?
And a secretary who's been nicknamed "The Heavenly Body. "
The Heavenly...
Forgive me, sir, but I don't wanna keep G.G. Galaxy waiting.
Vice President Jetson, over and out.
Galaxy, eh? I'll show Spacely I know how to handle big wheels.
I'll get the contract signed and get back before Janey even misses me.
- Be right with you, darling. - "Darling"?
Oh, pardon me, lady, but G.G. Galaxy is expecting me.
Come in, darling. I'm Gigi Galaxy.
What did you say your name was?
What, darling?
Oh, I'm George Sprocket of Spacely Jetsons.
Now, darling...
...sit down and tell me...
- ... who are you? - My...
My name is George Darling. I mean, Jetson.
Jetson, of course. Mr. Spacely wired me you were coming.
He neglected to say you'd be in shock, darling.
Shall we get down to business?
Business? What business?
Business. Oh, sure. Of course. Why not?
You've spent 15 minutes telling me your name, darling.
Suppose we discuss the contract over dinner tonight?
Downstairs in the Fallout Room.
- Shall we say about 8? - Eight?
- But... - I'll make the reservations.
- But... But... But... - Not much of a vocabulary, have you?
See you this evening.
In the meantime, I'll take a good old-fashioned bath.
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the expense...
...filling the tub with old fashions.
Ta-ta, darling.
But, darling... I... I mean, Gigi!
- But Gigi Galaxy's a woman! - Of course she's a woman.
What did you expect, a prehistoric space monkey?
But you don't understand, Mr. Spacely.
- She wants me to have dinner with her. - Good. Good.
Make sure she enjoys herself.
Spare no expense!
Hello? Hello, hello? We must have a loose connection.
Someone said, "Spare no expense. "
That was me, you missile head!
Just don't come back without a signed contract.
- But what about my wife? - Let her get her own contract.
Do you read me, Vice President Jetson?
Loud and clear, sir. Loud and clear.
Oh, gosh. Vice President Jetson. Oh, boy, boy, boy!
Oh, George! I'm back.
- Don't tell me you hit the jackpot again. - Oh, no, silly.
I just bought a few little accessories to go with my ring-a-ding bikini.
And what do you think I'm doing tonight?
Going to bed early, I hope.
No, silly. I made reservations.
We're having dinner downstairs at 8.
Dinner at 8? I just lost my appetite.
Oh, nonsense. It's going to be a lovely evening.
Dinner, dancing...
Remember, honey, it's our second honeymoon.
- Yeah. Yeah, I know, but I have a date. - What did you say?
What did I say? What? What?
Oh, I said, we're eating at 8.
George, it was a lovely dinner.
Those Martian meatballs were heavenly.
Yeah, and those Venus veaI cutlets were out-of-this-world.
- What's for dessert? - Here comes the dessert tray now.
Hey, looks delicious.
Slow down!
What kind of dessert was that?
It's the low-calorie speciaI. You don't get to eat it.
And now, space bunnies, it's time for our nightly dance contest...
...the Stratospheric Hop.
And here to provide the music is that space-bunny personality himself...
...Starrence Welkome.
Yes, friends, this is Starrence Welkome...
...with space-bubble music.
And now for the contest.
Fasten your dancing belts for the Planet Polka.
- Is my dancing belt on right, honey? - Yeah.
Oh, that's swell music.
I love it. Maybe we can win, George.
Now, remember, friends...
...the first prize for men is a trip to Mars with the girI of your dreams.
Second prize is a trip to Mars with your little wife.
That's a little joke.
Five, four, three, two, one.
Liftoff!
Let's go, George. Up, up and away!
Yeah, but not too high. My ears will pop.
Come on, you space sissy!
Fred Astarr's got nothing on me.
WonderfuI! And remember what you promised me.
After this, we're going across to the Las Venus Venus to see Dean Martian.
Yeah, yeah, sure. Las Venus!
Contract!
Gigi Galaxy!
If I don't get that contract signed, I'm a goner.
Gee, what was that?
I'll just wait one second more and...
You certainly make an entrance, darling. I'd just about given you up.
I can't stay long. About the contract...
Let's talk about it while we dance, darling.
They're playing my favorite, the Solar Sambaramba.
Dance? Oh, but I just...
It's my favorite form of violence, darling.
Let's show them a thing or two, shall we?
Solar Sambaramba Solar Sambaramba
I'd like to see, see, see The contract-y
I'd like to see, see, see You dance better with me
N'est-ce pas, darling?
Is there a sky-ropractor in the house?
Now you're getting it, darling.
Too bad this isn't a contest.
The contest!
I repeat, what was that?
Oh, George, you dance divinely.
I mean, thank you, dear.
Look! Look who's here, honey.
Isn't that Mr. Spacely just coming In?
Spacely!
Oh, come on, now, knock it off!
I must say, darling, you're a wonderfuI dancer.
Let's sit this one out and talk about the contract.
Just a few more s, s, sì's, darling.
I don't want to miss it when they double tempo.
Miss it? The missus!
I'll be right back. I think I'm being paged.
That does it, I quit.
Let's sit the rest of this dance out. I'm getting tired.
- You're getting tired? - Jetson!
- Mr. Spacely! - So there you are.
I wanna talk to you.
See you in a minute, honey. I just remembered...
...I promised to call the kids.
But... But, George...
Have a little refreshment, darling, before I sign the contract.
Oh, how nice. Nothing like a soft drink, is there?
To Spacely Sprockets and GeneraI Rotors.
May they make beautifuI dividends together.
Really, darling, you should sip, not gulp.
I don't know what's in that stuff, but it sure makes your head spin.
In fact, I'm kind of starting to see things.
That lady coming in, she almost looks like Jane.
Jane?
I'm so glad you have a table for us.
I left word for my husband to meet us here. I don't know what happened to him.
You see, we were dancing...
Garçon, table for three.
She's coming this way.
Follow me, please. Follow me, please.
But, darling, what are you trying to do?
I'm trying to disappear.
Look at that clown, Mr. Spacely.
I'd hate to be his wife.
Yes, there's one in every crowd.
But look who's with him. It's Gigi Galaxy!
Delighted to see you, Miss Galaxy.
Mr. Spacely. How nice.
- Of course, you know my escort, Mr. Jetson. - Jetson?
Hello, boss.
George Jetson!
Honey, I can explain everything.
Out with another woman?
It wasn't another woman. It was just Gigi Galaxy.
Well, thank you, darling.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Jetson. I didn't know he was married.
Where's the contract?
Quiet! You should be proud of him, Mrs. Jetson.
- All he thought of was the contract. - True. True.
He doesn't have a romantic bone in his body.
True, true. Very true... Hey, wait a minute.
And you'll have the signed contract in the morning.
I knew you'd do it, Vice President Jetson.
Oh, thank you, sir.
Oh, it's the Sambaramba again.
Come, darling, I need a new partner.
George, will you ever forgive me?
- Oh, sure, honey. - Vice president. I'm so proud.
Well, I don't know for how long, but in the meantime, let's live it up!
- Yes? - Jackpot. Jackpot.
Try your luck. Try your luck.
I'm due. I'm due.
Hit me. Hit me.
Win here. Win here.
Jackpot money. Jackpot money.
- Jackpot. - Jackpot.
- Try your luck. - Jackpot.
Fellas. Fellas, wait a minute, will you?
Look, wait a minute, I'm out of change.
Fellas, I'm broke! Will you get lost?
Leave us alone, will you?
Help! Help!
Jane, stop this crazy thing!
Jane!
Help! Jane!