Meet George Jetson
His boy, Elroy
Daughter, Judy
Jane, his wife
Reach, space pirates or I'll blast you to bits.
Don't. Don't blast us, Great Nimbus! We give up.
Attaboy, Nimbus.
Well, space pals...
...Nimbus the Great has done it again.
The evil space pirates from the Green Planet...
...have learned that it never pays to fool with space magic!
Space magic!
Nimbus the Greatest will be right back, space pals.
But first, a word about that delicious cereal, Moonies.
Elroy, we're ready to serve dinner.
- Turn the television off, dear. - Oh, Mom.
Another adventure is coming up.
Never mind. Your father will be home in a few minutes.
Oh, all right.
Space pals, here's news as hot as a rocket's trail.
Moonies are the powerized breakfast food...
...for all space magicians.
And now, Moonies comes complete with its own television set...
...on the back of the package.
- You're kidding. - Here, see for yourself.
- Oh, boy! - Pretty neat, eh, space pal?
Gee, golly. I'll say!
- Okay. Hand it back. - Okay.
Thank you.
Now, has everybody got...
...their genuine miniature Nimbus-zoombot with them?
- I sure have. - Then zoom your Nimbus-zoombot...
...around the room once, space pals.
Nimbus the Great, to the rescue!
Zoom!
Hi, everybody, I'm home.
What the...?
Hey, that thing is after me.
Help! There's a flying lizard loose in here!
That's no lizard, Dad. That's my Nimbus-zoombot.
- Well, get your Nimbus-zoombot off of me! - Okay.
Home, Nimbus. And no "bots. "
Isn't it space-a-roo, Dad?
And it didn't cost a cent. Just 98 box tops.
Ninety-eight box tops for that?
I'll give you 98 cents if you'll throw it away.
- And what is that thing on your head? - It's my Nimbus space helmet.
All of us space pals wear them.
Oh, that Elroy.
Well, there's only one way to get him away from that television set.
Watch this, Dad.
Nimbus is gonna do more of his space magic!
Why, George! What are you doing up there?
Who's George? I'm Nimbus the Great.
- Whatever are you talking about? - I'm talking about Elroy.
Can't that kid do anything but watch that silly stuff on TV?
George, you mustn't get upset.
Elroy's just going through one of those growing-up stages.
Do I have to go through it with him? Every time I see him...
...he's in front of that TV set.
Oh, relax, George, and sit down.
Now, watch it this time, Janey.
I'm sorry, George.
Honey, that's the third time this week you missed the chair.
What would you like me to diaI for dinner, George?
- How about some Moonies, Mom? - Moonies?
Nimbus the Great eats them all the time.
Well, you're going to eat something nourishing.
And, Elroy, take that silly helmet off.
Oh, Mom. Nimbus doesn't take his off.
- Nimbus doesn't live here. - You could have fooled me.
Now what?
Hi, Mr. Jetson. Could I talk to Elroy?
- Later, Willy. We're having dinner. - It's kind of important.
It's sort of like homework.
- Oh, well, all right. - I'll get it in the living room.
You see, dear? Now, you needn't be so worried about Elroy.
Just look how interested he is in his schoolwork.
Yeah.
Well, maybe I've been misjudging him.
Let's eat.
I turned off the dining room phone.
- Is this business? - I said it was important, didn't I?
Well, then we gotta give the password first.
- Right. - From the North Star...
To the craters of the moon.
To the farthest reaches of the solar system.
To the ends of the galaxy.
It's space magic!
Okay, Sub-Lieutenant Willy, what's blasting?
Well, wait till you hear, chief.
There's this big contest, see.
All it takes is 10 box tops of Moonies...
...and all you gotta do is write down, in 50 words or less, why you like them.
Well, that's easy. What's the prize?
- A visit from Nimbus the Great. - You're kidding.
I am not. He comes right to your home and spends the whole evening.
- Gosh! - And he does his magic for you, and tricks.
- He tells you about one of his adventures. - Gee!
So you better get busy. I already wrote out 18 entries.
I'll get started right away. Thanks, Willy.
Sub-Lieutenant Willy Lightyear, signing off.
Chief Elroy Jetson, acknowledging.
So long, Elroy.
Hey, Dad, why do you like Moonies?
Elroy, what's Moonies got to do with your homework?
What took you so long? We've finished dinner.
Oh, I'm not hungry.
- Say, Dad, could you help me? - With your homework? Sure.
- I'm never too busy to lend a helping hand. - Gee, Dad, you're swell.
Now, let's see. You're working on your space history?
Star geometry?
- Astrophysics? - Moonies.
Okay. We'll get out the Moonie tapes, and we'II...
- Moonies? - The powerized breakfast food.
You said you needed help with your homework.
No, Dad, you said it. See, this is a contest.
You just won, because I don't understand what you're talking about.
Well, there's this contest, see.
And if you win, Nimbus the Great visits your house.
All you need is 10 box tops and 50 words...
Elroy, Elroy, no. N-O.
Gee, Pop. Ain't you gonna help me?
With homework, yes. With Moonies, no.
Get your Space History tapes out.
And not another word about that clown, Nimbus what's-his-name.
Gee whiz. What a grouch.
Henry! Hey, you there, Henry?
Over here, Elroy. I'm in my workshop.
- What you doing, Henry? - I'm putting a new plaid cushion...
...on this chair here.
- Can I watch? - Sure.
Gee, a plaid cushion, my favorite color.
Now, then...
...what's on your mind, young fella?
This is.
"Moonies. "
- What's "Moonies"? - Oh, it's brand-new.
Every package of Moonies has a television set on the back.
Is that a fact?
Well, let's tune in the spaceball game.
Joe Moon is pitching today.
You can't get ball games, only space magic shows.
You know, like Nimbus the Great.
- Say, Henry, will you help me? - To do what?
Well, I gotta write a letter saying why I like Moonies.
I never heard of the stuff, Elroy.
That's why I brought a package with me.
Here you are, Henry. Taste them and tell me why they're so good.
What's the matter with them? They alive or something?
That's just the energy in them.
They're powerized. Go on, taste them.
All right.
What have I got to lose?
Looks all right.
Tastes pretty good, huh?
As soon as I stop bouncing...
...I'll tell you.
Okay. Why do you like Moonies, Henry?
Well, I ain't sure, for sure.
I'll say one thing for them: they're different.
You eat and exercise at the same time.
- Should I write that? - No.
I don't think they'd appreciate that.
Let me see here. How about...
How about: "I like Moonies...
...because they're full of get-up-and-go"?
"Full of get-up-and-go"? What does it mean?
It's for the Moonies contest.
"Get-up-and-go"? That's very nice, Elroy.
You be sure and thank Henry for his help.
I have a better suggestion:
Every time I see a box of Moonies, I get-up-and-go away.
I like Henry's idea better.
Maybe now he'll give that silly stuff up.
When he doesn't win, maybe he'II lose interest.
He could win, you know.
With that driveI that Henry dreamed up? Don't make me laugh.
"Get-up-and-go. "
That went out with high-buttoned space boots.
Boy, these three-hour days are killing me.
What time is it, anyway?
Oh, boy. Just a few seconds to quitting time.
Four, three, two, one.
Shall I get your car, Mr. Jetson?
Never mind, Clyde, I'm in a hurry. Thanks.
- Forget something, Mr. Jetson? - Yeah.
The car.
I wonder why Jane wanted me to rush home.
Maybe it's a surprise party.
That's it. She's throwing a surprise party for me.
What a wife.
And now Moonies presents...
...Nimbus the Great and his adventures...
...in space magic!
But first, space pals, we're going to announce the winner...
- ... of the "Why I Like Moonies " Contest. - Gee, do you think I won?
- We'll know in a minute. - Keep your fingers crossed.
The winner is Elroy Jetson...
...of the Spacepad Apartments.
- Hurray! - I won! I won!
I'm home. I'm home. Hi, everybody.
Now, what's the big surprise?
- Father's Day? - Elroy won the contest.
Oh, that's great. Where's my Father's Day present?
- But it's not Father's Day. - Elroy won the contest.
- What is it then? Is it my birthday? - It isn't your birthday.
Elroy won the contest!
- Oh, it's Elroy's birthday? - No, it isn't, Pop.
- I just won the Moonies contest. - Aren't you proud of your boy, dear?
Well, I sure am.
- What contest? - The Moonies contest!
Oh, no.
The one where that Nimbus character comes to visit the winner?
And so, space pal Elroy...
...one week from today, you will be greeting Nimbus the Great...
...as he comes to spend an exciting evening in your home!
- Wow! Isn't that great, Dad? - Yeah, yeah, I'm thrilled.
It's space magic! Oh, boy.
Oh, come on, George. It's getting late.
Turn the light out and get to sleep.
Sorry, Jane. I guess Elroy has got me upset.
All he does is eat, sleep and probably dreams...
- ... that Nimbus the Great stuff. - Oh, he's a boy, dear.
And all boys have their heroes to look up to.
Well, what happened to the way boys used to look up to their fathers?
- He looks up to you, George. - Yeah, sure.
He looks up to me once a week to ask for his allowance.
Good night, dear.
- I'll get it. - Is it for me, Mother?
No, Judy. It's a speciaI delivery for Elroy...
- ... from the Moonie contest people. - Gee, maybe you better read it.
- It may be important. - You're right.
"Dear space paI, due to circumstances beyond our controI...
...Nimbus the Great will be unable to visit your home. "
Oh, gosh. Will Elroy be disappointed.
"As a consolation prize...
...we are sending you 200 boxes of our powerized Moonies. "
Oh, the poor darling. This will break Elroy's heart.
I better call your father and let him know.
Telecall for George Jetson.
Thanks, Miss Asteroid. I'll take it here.
Oh, George, something awful has happened.
What, what, what?
- Nimbus the Great isn't coming. - He's not?
Elroy just got a letter, and he isn't coming.
You call that awfuI? It's the best news I've had in a week.
George, how can you be so heartless? Think what it means to our boy.
He'll simply disintegrate with disappointment.
- Yeah. - What an awful thing to do...
- ... the very day Elroy expects him. - Yeah. Who does Nimbus think he is?
He can't do that to my son.
Don't you worry, dear. I'll take care of it.
I knew you would, dear.
I feel better already. Bye.
Disappoint Elroy, will he?
When I find him he better use some of that space magic to disappear.
The nerve of that guy.
There's the place.
I'm gonna give that guy a piece of my mind.
Oh, boy. What a cold.
I feeI awfuI.
Come in.
Oh, excuse me. I was looking for Nimbus the Great.
- That's me. - You?
- You're Nimbus? - Silly, isn't it?
We've conquered space, but we still haven't learned to prevent the common cold.
- The what? - Cold.
C- O-L-D. Cold.
I have a cold in my nose.
- Sorry to hear it. - What can I do for you?
- You a fan of mine? - Not me. My son, Elroy, is...
...but I wanna to talk to you.
- Say, are you sure you're Nimbus? - Sure, I'm sure.
- No offense, but you look bigger on TV. - Everybody does.
Yeah. Well, anyway, I came about the Moonie contest.
- Too late. The contest is over. - I know that.
My boy Elroy won your silly contest...
...and then he gets a letter saying you won't show.
How can I? With a cold like this, I'd be laid up for weeks.
But what about Elroy? He can develop a complex or something.
- I'm sorry, but what can I do? - Somebody's got to do something.
- What about you? - Me?
I got dozens of Nimbus costumes and belts, power belts.
You take my place.
That cold has gone to your head, Nimbus.
- How can I be you? - Easy.
I'm the fifth Nimbus on the program in the last two years.
Anybody can be Nimbus. It's all in the costume.
Yeah? Well, I ain't gonna be the sixth Nimbus.
I'm taking this right up to the top.
Your sponsor's gonna hear about this.
Some hero. Disappointing little boys.
Oh, dear.
If that guy gets the sponsor angry at me, I'II lose my job.
I better get into my costume and go see his kid.
Poor Elroy. He's gonna be so disappointed...
...when he finds out his hero has a cold.
The nerve of that guy, trying to get me to take his place.
And why not? You're his father, aren't you?
- Who are you? - Your conscience, George.
Yeah? Well, what do I know about being that silly Nimbus guy?
What's to know? All you do is fly around...
...and yell, "It's space magic!"
Yeah, sure, and then Elroy goes right on thinking...
...this Nimbus guy is the greatest thing in space.
Now the truth comes out. You are jealous.
Who, me?
- I am not. - Some father.
You don't want Elroy to have any hero except you.
I do so. I'm not selfish.
I don't mind Elroy admiring this Nimbus guy.
It's just that I...
Well, I mean, I...
I guess you're right. I'll do it.
Good boy, Jetson.
Take my word for it, you won't be sorry.
Okay, Nimbus, I'll get you off the hook.
I'll play your part and...
How do you like that? He's gone.
Probably gone home to bed. Oh, well.
I'll just borrow one of his costumes and return it later.
This is it. "Jetson. "
This is where the boy lives.
Oh, boy. I don't know if I can go through with this.
But here goes.
- Who is it? - It's me, space paI...
- ... Nimbus the Great! - Nimbus! You came after all.
Come in! Come in!
It's space magic!
Hi, space lady. I'm Nimbus the Great.
- You're kidding. - I assure you, my good woman...
...I am Nimbus the Great.
No offense, but you look bigger on TV.
Everybody does, lady.
- Now, where is your little boy? - I'll get him.
Oh, Elroy, you have a visitor.
A visitor? Who?
- Wow! It's Nimbus! - Hi, space paI.
It's space ma...
- Gesundheit! - Thanks, paI. I got a cold in my nose.
- You got a cold? - Yes. I caught it...
...when I captured those space pirates on the moon.
- You wanna hear about it? - I guess so.
Then you go get a hot-water bottle, and I'll tell you about the pirates.
- A hot-water bottle? - Never mind, Elroy. I'll get it.
Boy, do I feeI silly in this outfit.
I hope that Nimbus guy appreciates what I'm doing for him.
You're doing this for Elroy. Remember that, George Jetson.
I know, I know. Get off my back.
Well, I gotta go now. I have an important meeting...
...with the Solar Secret Service.
Farewell, space paI!
- From the North Star... - To the craters of the moon.
To the farthest reaches of the solar system.
Gee, he didn't even finish the password.
Well, maybe he had a secret job to start right away.
Yeah. He sure looks bigger on television, doesn't he?
Elroy, now that Nimbus has been here...
...I think you should know your father is responsible.
Dad? What do you mean?
Well, at first, Nimbus wasn't going to come, but your father got angry...
...and I don't know what he did, but Nimbus was here, wasn't he?
Gee, Dad did that for me?
He didn't want you to be disappointed, dear.
Come in.
It's space magic!
Hey, Mom, that's Dad.
- What's he trying to do? - Beats me.
But don't let on we know.
Well, hi, Elroy. Sorry about your wall.
Hey, how come you know my name, Nimbus?
The Great Nimbus knows everything.
Except that the reaI Nimbus was already here.
Would you like to hear about one of my adventures, space paI?
That would be swell, Nimbus. You know what?
- You're a lot bigger and stronger than... - Bigger than what?
- Than you look on television. - Really? Thanks, space paI.
Now, let's see. How about the adventure of...
The one where you trapped the space pirates?
Then they trapped you while you were asleep?
That's it. What happened then?
Well, then their queen tried to put a magic spell on you, see.
- But you put one on her instead. - I did?
Come on, Da... I mean, Nimbus.
Sit down, and I'll tell you all about it.
Well, it's been a pleasure visiting you, space paI.
But now I gotta get back to Planet X.
- Goodbye. - So long, Nimbus.
- And thanks for everything. - Oh, you're welcome. And remember...
...it's space magic!
Sorry about your door too.
Oh, my aching head.
But if it made Elroy happy, I guess it was worth it.
Come in!
Hi, son. Well, was your television hero here today?
- He sure was, and he's terrific. - Yeah, you should have been here.
Well, I'm sorry I missed him. I guess he must be a pretty great guy.
- I'll say. - Yeah.
Greatest guy in the world, I suppose.
- No, he isn't. - No?
You are, Dad. You're the greatest guy in the whole galaxy.
That's my boy said that.
- What did I tell you, Georgie? - I know.
And thanks, paI.
Come on, Elroy. If we hurry, we can catch the Great Nimbus and his...
- ... space magic! - Space magic!
Help! Help!
Jane, stop this crazy thing!
Jane!
Help! Jane!