Meet George Jetson
His boy, Elroy
Daughter, Judy
Jane, his wife
I still say there's nothing wrong with me.
It's a waste of time seeing a doctor, George.
Well, it won't do any harm to have a checkup, Janey.
- You know, you've been kind of edgy lately. - I have not.
And slow down. You're going too fast.
Too fast? We're only doing 2500 miles an hour.
Relax, Janey.
What are you, anyway, my copilot?
The way you drive, you could use one.
There, you see?
That's the way you've been acting all week, snapping everybody's head off.
Edgy, nervous, short-tempered.
That's why I'll feeI better after you see Dr. McGravity.
Maybe you should see Dr. McGravity.
Oh, boy. A little more of this, and I will need a checkup.
Now, don't be nervous, dear, and call me at the office later.
I will, George. Now, you better hurry, or you'll be late for work.
Right. Bye, dear.
Oh, dear. Maybe George is right.
I haven't been myself lately.
A checkup certainly wouldn't do me any harm.
Good morning, Mrs. Jetson. The doctor will see you now.
Thank you.
- Mrs. Jetson. - Good morning, doctor.
Shall we start the examination?
This is our eyes, ears, nose and throat evaluator.
We'll start with the eyes.
Now the ears.
Nose.
- Say "ah. " - Oh!
- Not "oh," "ah. " - Ah.
Now the throat.
Are you comfortable?
There. That ought to do it.
Next, we'll take your blood pressure. Left arm out and make a fist.
You just stay relaxed, and we'll check that little old heartbeat.
Excellent.
Now we'll test those reflexes.
Fine, fine.
Now we'll get the results on the relativity reactor.
A- Okay.
Well, that concludes the tests, Mrs. Jetson. You're in perfect physicaI shape.
Oh, I couldn't be! I feeI so tired lately.
Tired? Well, that's funny. Let me see your fingers, please.
Now wiggle them.
All tied in knots, eh? Have you been pushing a lot of buttons lately?
Oh, doctor. You have no idea.
Sometimes I think I'll go out of my mind.
Tell me about it, Mrs. Jetson. What is it like at home?
Well, every day it's the same thing.
And every morning it's the same thing.
George, George, time to get up, dear.
Oh, dear. He knows he has to be at work by 11.
Well, an ice-cold shower should get him started.
And those children. I'm sure they've overslept too.
Children, time to get up now. Get up.
Oh, sure, Mom. Oh, sure.
Well, there's one sure way to get them out of bed.
Hey!
Okay, I'm up, I'm up.
Mother! Honestly, Mother!
"Honestly," yourself.
You'd think you two could get up one morning without my help.
Well, I'd better straighten up the bedroom.
I'll start with our beds.
George! Come quick! Hurry!
Okay, honey, okay. What's up, besides me?
The bed. Look, it's acting crazy again.
- Can you fix it, George? - Fix it? I can't even stop it.
Help! Help!
Get the building superintendent! Hurry!
Yes, dear.
Yes, Ms. Jetson?
Henry, get up here. The Retract-O-Bed has gone haywire.
Oh, yeah. Well, I'll be right up, Ms. Jetson.
Hurry!
Help!
Yikes!
Hey, you wasn't kidding when you said the bed was out of order.
Well, I'll have it fixed in a jiffy.
- Hey! - Help!
Oh, my goodness! Well, at least they're headed in the right direction.
Low bridge!
- Bed's out of order. - You're joking.
No, it's broke.
- And that started it, doctor. - Enough to upset anyone.
It kept right up at breakfast too. Everybody wanting something different.
- I want Venusian toast. - Sugared Space Nuts for me, Mom.
Satellite flakes and milk for me.
And moon eggs, sunny-side up, dear.
- Can I have some shredded coconut? - Coming right up.
Moon eggs, sunny-side up. Sugared Space Nuts. Satellite flakes and milk.
And poi, Mother. Let's have a Polynesian breakfast.
Not for me. My Venusian toast, dear. Where is it?
Coming right up.
Good heavens!
That's enough, that's enough! Hold it! Hey!
So is it any wonder my fingers are all in knots?
TypicaI symptoms.
- Of what? - Buttonitis.
You need a rest, Mrs. Jetson. Get away from all those buttons.
- Get away? Where? - Someplace close to nature.
One of those dude planets, maybe.
Nothing like getting back to the days of the Old West.
- You like horses? - I don't know any.
Might be just the tonic you need. Make a new woman of you.
Next.
Here we are, ma'am.
"UniversaI TraveI Service. If you've been everywhere, try us. "
Well, I hope they can help me.
Good luck.
Yes, ma'am?
Could you recommend a good dude planet?
Oh, the best, ma'am.
Beta Three Dude Planet.
And the best place on the whole planet is the Beta Bar Ranch.
I really recommend it. It's like a page out of the Old West.
Yahoo!
Here's a shot of some happy guests returning from a ride.
Well, it looks fine. Make a reservation, please.
- For you alone, ma'am? - No, make it for two.
I'll call a friend and see if she'll go with me.
- It'll be great fun, Helen. - It sounds dreamy.
- What time do you wanna leave? - Tomorrow noon.
I wish you'd come. You must need a rest too.
Do I ever.
I tell you, Harry is commuting from Tahiti to New York every day.
And it has me all worn out.
- Can you make it in time? - I'll make it.
See you, partner. Yahoo!
Right, partner. Yahoo!
Now, you three take care of yourselves.
We will, Mother. Have a supersonic time.
- You sure you'll be all right? - Of course, honey.
- We'll make out great. Won't we, kids? - Sure, we will.
Bye! Have fun!
Well, she's gone.
- What do we do now? - I want to eat. I'm starving.
Gee, the place is kind of a mess.
I'll vacuum first before I start picking the stuff up.
What can I do to help?
The vacuum cleaner's got the cat again, Pop!
Oh, boy, it never fails. If it isn't one thing, it's another.
Come on out, kitty-cat.
Oh, well. I'll clean up later. How's the lunch coming, Judy?
- The Food-O-Mat is stuck, Pop. - It can't be.
- What's this lever for? - I don't know.
Well, there's one sure way to find out.
Hey!
Gee, that looks like fun.
- Can I try it, Pop? - No! Get me out of here!
- Go get Henry, Elroy. Maybe he can help. - No!
Would you rather spend the whole day in there?
No! Go get Henry! How embarrassing!
What seems to be the trouble, Miss Judy?
It's Daddy, Mr. Orbit. He's in there.
My, my. Well, hi, Mr. Jetson.
- What you doing in there? - Get me out!
- What's he saying? - I think he wants out.
Well, the way these kitchens are connected...
...I guess I'll have to run him through the cycle.
Hey!
First, the washer.
Then the ironer.
I think the window washer is hooked up on this cycle too.
Take a look out the window, Elroy.
Nope. AII I see is the water jet coming up.
- Yep, there he is. - Help!
Yippee!
- Can I be next, Pop? - No!
Shucks.
Gee, Mr. Orbit. Daddy's right back where he started.
Get me out of here!
Well, there's only one thing left to do.
- What's that? - Use the burnt-toast ejector.
It's kind of extreme, but...
Well, here goes.
No, wait!
Well, now that everything's under controI, I'll be getting back to my nap... Work.
- Thanks a lot, Mr. Orbit. - Yeah. Thanks a lot.
That's all right, Mr. Jetson. I don't know when I've had so much fun.
Well, here we are, ladies. The Beta Bar Ranch.
- It looks lovely. - So peacefuI.
Now, if you ladies will register to the office...
...you'll soon be headed down the Old Chisholm TraiI.
Yahoo, as we say.
Howdy, space partners.
On behalf of the management, welcome to the Beta Bar Ranch.
Now, then, your corraI's ready for you.
Fasten your saddle belts and prepare for the grandest time y'all ever had.
- Ready, pards? - Ready!
Yahoo!
Yippee!
- Oh, good! We get the bunkhouse. - How quaint.
Whoa, Nelly!
Well, here we are.
- What will we do first? - Let's just relax.
Yahoo!
Hey there, space partners.
Just to let you know about all the swell things to do.
Look here.
- There's cookouts... - Come and get it!
...and barbecues. Doesn't that look like fun?
Stagecoach rides.
This one's on its way to Jupiter.
Then there's my favorite...
...listening to the singing vagabond cowboy.
- Wow! - You mean, yahoo!
- You wanna know something? - What?
This is wonderfuI, but I kind of miss George.
Oh, that's just the first-day blues. You'll get over it.
Of course I will. But I hope he's all right.
Hey! Hey, stop it! Wait! Stop it! Cut it out!
Doggone it! Now, where's that shut-off button?
There, that's more like it.
Now, clean the room. That's all you're supposed to do.
Oh, no!
It's got the cat again. Oh, boy, what a day!
Building superintendent Henry Orbit reporting, sir.
- Get up here, Henry. - At once, sir.
- Yes, sir. - I said, get up here!
I am here, sir. I took the express tube.
Oh, I'm sorry.
- It's the vacuum cleaner. - Got the cat again, eh?
Well, I guess I'll have to put in a new controI system...
...before the cat has a nervous breakdown...
...and has to see a psy-cat-trist.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty. Nice kitty.
Gesundheit!
Say, your Retract-O-Bed is ready.
- Missus around? - No, she's off on a vacation.
Oh, that's nice.
Nice for her, but not for me.
I miss her, and she's only been gone since noon.
- Who are you calling? - Well, if you must know, my wife.
That's the spirit.
There's nothing like a phone call to make you feeI better.
To make you both feeI better.
- What happened? The line busy? - Nope. I've changed my mind.
If I call her, she'll only start worrying.
And that's the last thing I want her to do.
Yippee!
Ride him, cowboy!
Looks like that's the end of that event.
- Snack, ladies? - Not now, thanks.
Drinks? Space-a-Cola, Saturn Fizz, Moon Grape or Atom Smash?
- I'll have an Atom Smash. - Space-a-Cola.
One Atom Smash. One Space-a-Cola.
And now, for the main event.
If y'all will take a peek up yonder about 1000 feet up...
...you'll see the galactic champion bulldogger, Bald Al Furr...
...better known as the Venus Kid.
Ready with the steer, boys?
Then let him loose!
Yahoo!
That's a mean-looking critter. And here comes the Kid.
Yip-yip-yippee!
Oh, doggone it!
He missed, folks. But the Kid never stops trying.
Looks like he's gonna set a new bulldogging record.
And he did!
The bull, that is.
Wow!
Whoopee.
- What's the matter with you? - I miss my family.
And not a word from George, either.
Suppose something awfuI has happened. I'm going to call home.
Call for Mr. Jetson, Mr. George Jetson.
What? What? What? What?
Sorry to wake you, sir, but I have a collect call from Mrs. Jetson on Beta Three.
Will you accept the charges?
Oh, sure. Put her on.
- Jane. - George.
Jane.
George.
Jane.
George.
Now, that's what I call racy dialogue.
Quiet, Helen.
- Are you all right, dear? - Oh, yeah. You?
Fine. And the children?
- Where are they? - Out.
And you're just sitting at home doing nothing?
Yeah. No, no. Hold on a second, dear.
I'm having a party. The whole gang's over.
It's been like this every night. Party after party.
Whoopee!
Well, I only called because I thought you'd be lonesome.
What? You'll have to speak up, dear. You know what parties are like.
I'II let you get back to your fun, and I'll get back to mine.
Whoopee!
Come in.
You'll have to turn the music down, Mr. Jetson.
The other tenants are complaining.
I like a party too, but... Where'd everybody go?
There's no one here, Henry.
I was just talking to Jane on the phone.
I wanted her to think I was having a party, so she wouldn't think I miss her.
I don't wanna spoiI her vacation.
And imagine, Helen, he's been having parties every night.
Well, at least he's not lonely.
- I'll say he isn't. - Come on, let's have some fun.
After a few dances, you'll forget your worries.
Care to dance? Care to dance?
Over here. She would.
My pleasure. My pleasure.
Go on, Jane. Let yourself go.
Oh, my dear. You dance divinely. You dance divinely.
I love to dance, but it's no use. You're not George.
That's all, thanks.
I bet George is dancing with some slinky siren.
And you can bet she's not a robot.
Oh, Jane. George is devoted to you, and you know it.
And I'll bet she's a blond, and she's probably saying:
"Oh, George, you dance divinely. "
Jane, what are you gonna do?
I'm going to pack, and I'm going home.
First it's parties at home, then parties out.
I know what's going on.
I can just picture George now, out with some slinky siren.
Oh, my, what fascinating eyes you have, George.
Well, I just use them for looking.
And what lovely hair.
It keeps my head from slipping off the pillow at night.
You're cute.
Why, the nerve of that! She kissed him!
Take this, you playboy!
Oh, dear, dear. Oh, I'm sorry, driver.
I thought you were my husband.
I wonder how she treats her dog.
Hurry, driver, hurry! I must get home right away.
All right, George! Where is she?
Janey, honey, is that really you?
Where is that slinky blond? And don't lie.
What? Who?
- The party's over, huh? - What party?
- Oh, yeah. I was only... - Quiet, you worm!
I'd love to stay and referee, but I just have time to catch the last express home.
- Don't bother seeing me out. - Bye, Helen.
And you needn't bother seeing me in.
But, Jane, honey.
Here's your Retract-O-Bed, Mr. Jetson, and just in time.
- I hear Ms. Jetson's home. - Yeah, and she's mad at me.
- Mad at you? What about? - Oh, search me.
Well, you just leave it to old fix-it Henry.
Brought your bed back, Ms. Jetson.
- All right, Henry. - Here, I'll give you a hand.
Hi, honey.
Please install it and kindly leave.
There you are, Ms. Jetson. It works perfect now.
Now, sit down and kind of try it out.
- You too, Mr. Jetson. - Who, me?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Glad to.
Nice day.
I hadn't noticed.
Well, if that's the way you're gonna act...
Hold it. Hold it, folks.
Now, there's just one small adjustment I gotta make.
- Henry Orbit, you said it was fixed. - Yes, ma'am. I thought it was.
Well, something must've gone wrong. Be back in a jiffy.
Jane, honey, you know there isn't anyone else.
There never has been.
There weren't any parties while you were gone.
I was just pretending, so you wouldn't worry about me.
I started missing you the minute you left.
Oh, George. I missed you too.
- Gosh. - Whoops.
I didn't mean to interrupt you folks.
Say, I'll have that contraption fixed in no time.
Don't you dare touch it!
We like it just the way it is.
- Don't we, George? - We sure do.
- Once around the park, James. - Pip-pip!
Your wish is my command, my lady.
Help! Help!
Jane! Stop this crazy thing!
Jane!
Help! Jane!