Meet George Jetson
His boy, Elroy
Daughter, Judy
Jane, his wife
Our story begins here at the Spacely Space Sprockets factory...
...where this faithful dog is patiently waiting for his beloved master...
...to complete a long day's work.
Hold it. Hold it!
Sorry, paI. Things are rough-rough all over. We got company rules.
No dogs allowed beyond this point. Get the point?
- Say, aren't you Jetson's dog? - Yeah.
- Well, go right in. - Thanks.
What ever happened to toy poodles?
Oh, boy, this is the last time I'm gonna work overtime.
Getting home at 3 in the afternoon is killing me.
Leaving, Mr. Jetson?
Yeah. I'm beat.
When I get home, I'm gonna relax in a nice hot tub of sound waves.
Good night, Miss Rivets.
Night, Mr. Jetson.
Down, please.
Astro! Oh, no! Now, how did you get here?
Hold it, boy! Hold it!
Easy, now! Easy!
Astro, what are you doing here?
I missed you.
Yeah, well, I missed you too.
And I bet the whole family is out looking for you.
Elroy, have you found Astro yet?
Not yet, Mom. Gee, do you think he got lost?
- I certainly hope not. - Here, Astro. Come on, boy.
Here, Astro.
Gosh, he doesn't seem to be anywhere. I've even looked in the closets.
Poor Astro! Maybe he got dog-napped or something.
I don't know, Elroy. But one thing's for sure...
...he's gone.
It's your dad. Poor dear, he'll be heartbroken about Astro.
They were so close.
Come on, Astro, come on, move over.
Can't you sit in the car like other dogs?
- Let's face it, you're a reaI astromutt. - Yeah, an astromutt.
Well, we're home, boy. Let's go. HeeI. HeeI.
HeeI! Oh, for the love of...
Now, look, I know we're pals, but you have a distorted view...
...of a man and a dog relationship. You understand?
Yeah, sure.
- Oh, what's the use? - Going up!
I don't know how to tell your Dad Astro's gone.
- Break it to him gently, Mother. - Here he comes.
I'm home!
- He's home! - It's him!
- Boy, did we miss you! - Heck, it's only me.
- Where was you, Astro? - We've been looking all over for you.
You've been a naughty boy, making us worry like this.
I'm sorry.
He says he's sorry, Mom.
Hey, what am I, chopped liver?
- Oh, hello, George. - Hiya, Dad.
Yeah, hi, Dad.
Maybe I ought to grow some long ears and a taiI to get some notice around here.
Oh, don't be silly. We love you too.
- Well, at least I'm running a close second. - You'll always be number one around here.
Well, that's better.
I love you.
Yeah, well, it's nice to be loved, but this is ridiculous!
Why don't you take Astro for a dogwalk while I fix dinner.
You're going for a walk, so you can skip that snappy back talk.
Now, come on. Come on! On your feet!
I don't wanna! I don't wanna!
- What are you blubbering for? - I don't wanna take a walk.
Of course you want to take a walk. These dogwalks are fun. I wish I had one.
- Well, all right. - Hey, wait!
No! Astro, come back here!
- Astro, where's George? - Help! Help, Jane!
Stop this crazy thing, will you?
Oh, dear, how does that man get into fixes like that?
Hold on, George!
"Hold on," she says.
As for me, you're getting on that dogwalk if it's the last thing you do.
I must have the only juvenile dog delinquent in town.
Spare me the sad-parting bit. Just go! Take a walk!
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! - All right, all right! So you're sorry.
You know, if this was on TV, you'd win an Academy Award.
Now what? Come in.
- Mr. Jetson? - Yeah?
My name is Withers.
I'm an attorney representing the fabulously wealthy J.P. Gottrockets.
Do you have a dog, Mr. Jetson?
What do you think this is, my mother-in-law?
Is your dog 5'9", weight 115...
...and answers to the name of Tralfaz?
- Tralfaz? - Tralfaz?!
My dog's name has been Astro ever since we found him.
- Yeah, Astro. - His name is Tralfaz...
...and here is his pedigree to prove it.
- What's wrong, George? - Who's Gottrockets?
- What does he want? - This character says Astro isn't our dog.
That's right. Mr. Gottrockets sent me to bring Tralfaz home.
Tralfaz?
- You can't take Astro. He's happy here. - Yeah! I'm happy here!
You see? He's happy here.
He'll be happier with my fabulously wealthy client.
Tralfaz will have the very best.
A split-leveI doghouse, heated doggy pooI...
...seven-course doggy meals three times a day...
...his own fur-lined fire hydrant.
He will live in the lap of luxury.
Of course, if that's what Tralfaz... I mean, Astro wants.
You don't want any old private swimming pooI, do you, Astro?
You don't want any old lap of luxury, do you?
He stays!
That settles it. Astro and I have our differences...
- ... but he leaves over my dead body! - It may take a court order for that...
- ... but I'll get it. - Fine. In the meantime, buzz off, will you?
I shall return!
Thank you.
I wonder if I made a mistake.
What will we do when Mr. Withers returns, George?
Yeah. He'll try to take Astro again.
Well, I could make it rough for him and let him take Astro.
George, be serious!
Hey, couldn't we just kind of hide Astro?
- Elroy, you're a genius. - I am?
A regular chip off the old block.
Operation Hide Astro is about to begin.
And so while Operation Hide Astro goes into action...
...we go to the modest suburban flat of Mr. J.P. Gottrockets...
...where J.P. awaits the next move in the deadly game of...
...Astro, Astro, Who Gets Astro?
Well, Withers, I presume you found and returned my dog, Tralfaz?
Well, not exactly, Mr. Gottrockets, sir.
Not exactly? Now see here, Withers.
I didn't get filthy rich by permitting my property to be poached on indiscriminately.
Let's see. Should I get a Miami, HonoluIu or Riviera tan today?
I guess a three-second Miami tan will do it.
You'll pardon my saying so, sir...
...but the dog seems to be happy where he is.
I want that dog returned at once, or you'll wind up back on TV night court!
- Is that clear? - Oh, no! Oh, no! Not that, sir! I'll do it!
Of course, it will mean a custody fight in court.
I'll fight it down to my last billion!
Now get moving! Get a "habeas corpuscle" or something.
At once, sir! A what, sir?
Meanwhile, back at the Jetson home...
- George, do you really think it will work? - Sure it will.
With this old jacket and hat, we'll pass him off as our Uncle Charlie.
Not a bad fit, huh? Now, remember, Astro, you're Uncle Charlie. You got it?
Got it.
Now, nobody sits like that. Get up and sit like a man.
Like this?
- Who is it? - It's me, Withers.
I've got a court order to repossess Tralfaz.
It's that mean man!
- George, what will we do? - Quick, Elroy, open the closet.
- Astro, you go hide in there. - Okay.
Now, remember, don't make a sound, Uncle Charlie.
Don't yell!
All set, Dad!
Okay, now, everybody act naturaI.
Well, hiya, Mr. Withers. Have you seen Astro?
Don't give me that.
I've come for the dog.
Well, you see, he ran away.
Look, I've got no time for hide-and-seek games.
Where are you hiding Tralfaz?
I tell you, he ran away. Would I lie to you?
Yes. You know, the last place anyone would hide a dog is in the closet.
But you don't look too bright, so I'll check in the closet.
He's gonna find Astro.
- Hello. - Oh, that's our Uncle Charlie.
He's a little on the eccentric side.
What's eccentric?
With a face like that, I'd hide too.
Good heavens, what a dog face.
Dog?
- Uncle Charlie! - All right!
Oh, don't! No! Uncle Charlie, wait!
My, what a long taiI you have, Uncle Charlie.
- Quick, Astro! Run for it! - Oh, no, you don't!
Excuse me, but did you see a big dog go by here?
- He went that way. - He went that way? Thanks!
Oh, the things I go through for a measly million-dollar retainer fee.
Hey! That was Tralfaz!
All right, wise guy, you're coming with me.
I'm warning you, I never give up!
Help! Help!
Quick, George, do something! Here comes that terrible man again!
Elroy, find another hiding place for Astro while I keep that guy from coming back.
Where, Dad, where? Where shall I hide him?
How should I know? Put him in the...
There you are!
You know, I think we're carrying this dog-lover bit too far.
Come back here, dog!
- I've got you legally cornered! - Oh, no!
They've gone right through the window!
There they are on Astro's dogwalk!
It's no use, Tralfaz! I'll track you down like a legaI beagle!
And when I hit this stop button, he'd better be a flying beagle!
Pretty sneaky, Jetson, but I'll be back!
Now, where's that car-controI unit?
Here it is.
Calling my car. Calling my car.
Falling due south, on north side of building.
Get down here right away. Over.
Of all the dumb cars! Where were you when the electronic brains were passed out?
I'm through being reasonable, Jetson. You forced me into this.
I'm serving you with this summons.
Okay, so you did. Now, make like the wind and blow!
Very well. But remember, the wind of justice blows an ill window...
- ... for those who deaI in chicanery. - What's that supposed to mean?
I don't know. It's just something I picked up in law schooI.
- What do we do now? - I don't know.
It will take a Perry Spacen to save Astro now.
Hear ye, hear ye. This court is now in session.
The first case is J.P. Gottrockets v. the Jetsons.
You may proceed.
- Shouldn't we have hired an attorney? - We can't afford one.
Well, the Jury-Vac doesn't look too sympathetic.
Don't worry. When Astro starts hamming it up, this will be an open-and-shut case.
This better be an open-and-shut case, or you'll have an open-and-shut job.
Yes, sir.
Will the plaintiff please take the stand?
Your Honor, my client, the fabulously wealthy Mr. Gottrockets...
...maintains that this pedigree, bearing the name of Tralfaz, alias Astro...
...and fitting the description of said animaI, is sufficient and conclusive proof...
...that the dog is the property of said client.
Briefly, Your Honor, that is our case.
We will now hear from the defendant.
- You see, Astro has been with us so long... - I object, Your Honor.
The defense is imposing undue influence on the court.
Objection sustained. That means scram!
Would the defense care to call any witnesses?
Yeah, I'd like to call Astro to the stand.
Mr. Astro, will you please take the stand?
Will you tell the truth, the whole truth, et cetera, and like that?
I will.
I object again, Your Honor. The witness is a dog.
Overruled. The court is not concerned with the personality of the witness.
But, Your Honor, he's a reaI dog!
You know, "Bow-wow. Woof, woof, woof," and so forth.
Oh, yeah, so he is. Objection sustained.
Oh, nuts.
The clerk will strike the dog's remark from the records.
And the Jury-Vac will disregard the dog's testimony.
Now, Elroy, I want you to take your time...
...and tell the court just how you first acquired Astro.
Well, you remember, Pop. It all began one day down at the playground.
I was playing in the sandbox, looking for mineral deposits.
I had just dug this swell hole, when all of a sudden...
...in rushed this big dog.
Help! Save me. Help! Help!
Gee, fella, what is it? What's wrong, boy?
The dogcatcher.
The dogcatcher? Quick, into this hole. I'll save you.
- Here, put on this hat and try to act naturaI. - Okay.
- You kids seen a stray dog around here. - A dog?
Okay. thanks.
- We did it. You're safe, boy. - Thank you. Thanks a lot.
You're welcome. Don't you have a home of your own?
- Would you like to be my dog? - Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Then I brought him home. And he's been mine ever since.
Except now I'm gonna lose him.
No, no, no, no. Now, see here.
Anymore outbursts like that, and I'll have to clear the courtroom. Understand?
And in conclusion...
...I would like to point out to this intelligent Jury-Vac...
...that the defense has failed to refute the claims of my client.
That the pedigree is absolute proof...
...and therefore, the dog is the property of my client.
- Thus, we rest our case, Your Honor. - The jury, having heard the evidence...
...will now scientifically deduce its verdict.
Do you think we have a chance, dear?
Well, put it this way...
...you can start calling Astro by his new name, Tralfaz.
Has the Jury-Vac reached a verdict?
Yes, Your Honor.
I might add, Withers, your job hangs in the balance.
The jury awards the dog...
...to Mr. Gottrockets.
Hooray, we did it! Hooray, we did it!
Good work, Withers! Your job is safe...
- ... for another month. - You're all heart, sir. Thank you, sir.
I'm sorry, old paI. I did my best.
Of course, the defendants...
...will be permitted reasonable visiting hours.
Case closed.
Come on, Tralfaz. We're going home.
I've got your room all fixed up for you.
So long, Astro.
Goodbye, Astro.
It won't be so bad.
- You'll be a rich dog from now on. - Yeah, and we'll visit you...
...every chance we get, Astro.
You can forget that Astro stuff.
From now on, your name is Tralfaz.
Tralfaz!
And so Astro... That is, Tralfaz...
...was doomed to a life of dull, depressing wealth and luxury...
...at the home of the fabulously wealthy Mr. J.P. Gottrockets.
He had everything a dog could want.
A private doghouse with all necessary or incidental accessories.
And outside, he had his own private, circular dogwalk.
The finest foods were readily available at paw's length.
How about that?
But poor Astro was not happy.
He felt lost in a lonely, new world.
And he missed his beloved Jetsons.
Only two things made Astro happy:
One was his daily romp with Gottrockets.
Down, boy! Down! Down! HeeI! HeeI! Down!
That's six pairs of pants you've ruined this week.
The other thing that made him happy was visiting hour.
- Tell me, how are they treating you, paI? - Not bad.
Then, one day...
Oh, Tralfaz! It's visiting hour again.
- Hi, Astro! - Hello, boy!
- It's us, Astro! - Here, boy!
All right, Astro! I'm glad to see you too!
- We sure miss you, Astro. - I miss you too.
Just look at them, Withers. I think we've been wrong.
Taking that sweet dog from those nice people.
Would we hurt our corporate image if we gave him back?
It would make everybody happy, sir.
Besides, it could make things a lot easier on my personaI image.
I agree, sir, and I'll arrange the papers right away.
Well, so long, paI. We'll be back next week.
Oh, Mr. Jetson, one moment, please.
Mr. Gottrockets has decided to present Tralfa... Astro to you as a gift!
Here are the papers, sir. Astro is now legally yours.
Why, it's true! Astro belongs to us!
Come on, boy. You're going home!
I'm going home!
"Rippee!" I mean, yippee!
Give Mr. Gottrockets our thanks, Withers! Goodbye!
Help! Help!
Jane, stop this crazy thing!
Jane!
Help! Jane!