N Meet George Jetson M
N Daughter, Judy N
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Oh, dear. The laundrojet is so noisy.
I'm sure something's wrong with it.
Well, seems to be working okay now.
By the way, Judy, how was the school dance last night?
Ooh, awful, Mother.
I had to dance almost every number with my own date!
But I thought you liked Stanley.
He's a big basketball hero, isn't he?
Big is right!
I've got a stiff neck from looking up at him.
Well, you shouldn't tie yourself down to one boy, anyway.
Oh, I'm not, Mother.
Stanley's only a passing fiancé.
I'm not really gonna get serious until I'm ready to settle down.
You know, say at, um, 16 or 17?
Alright, there's a button missing.
B-b-button, b-b-button, I didn't see any b-b-buttons.
Never mind. It was on there when I handed you the shirt.
You pulled it off,
You sew it back on.
B-b-button, b-b-button.
How I hate to sew on b-b-buttons.
That's better.
Oh, that must be Elroy back from his Space Cub Scout meeting.
Judy, will you finish for me, dear?
But Mother, you know I hate to do laundry.
Have a nice Space Cub Scout meeting today, son?
Eh.
What made it "eh"?
Ah, we had another substitute cub master.
And he didn't know anything at all.
Hey, Mom, can you tie a clove hitch?
- Or a "turkey net"? - What's a turkey net?
Well, that's what you tie around a first-aid victim's neck.
You know, if he's got a bloody nose or something. A turkey net.
- Oh, you mean a tourniquet. - That's what I said.
Oh. Um, no, Elroy, I can't tie those knots.
But why don't you ask daddy?
He was a Scout when he was a little boy.
He was? Gosh, that must have been a long time ago.
Can I call Daddy and have him help me with my knots?
Well, Daddy doesn't like being disturbed
when he's working hard at the office.
But we'll take a chance.
He may not be too busy.
Ah, Let me see, ah, okay, R.U.D.I. boy.
I knock with six.
No good. I've got three.
Oh, no. Not again.
George?
Oh, hi, Jane.
Honey, you know I don't like you calling me during working hours.
Oh, but it's-it's an emergency, dear.
Do you know how to tie a clove hitch
or a turkey net, I mean, a tourniquet?
Elroy needs these knots to pass his test.
Clove hitch? Turkey net?
What kind of homework are they handing out in the first grade?
It's his Space Cub test.
I told Elroy you could help him.
I'm at the end of my rope.
Very funny. But I can't help him.
- I was a Scout... - I know, Pop. A long time ago.
No, it's not that, Elroy. A good Scout is self-sufficient.
What does your scout master say about outside help?
In the Space Cubs, it isn't a scoutmaster, Pop.
It's a Big Buddy.
See, Mr. Bunsen was our last Big Buddy, but he retired suddenly.
Why was that?
The men who took Mr. Bunsen away
said he was having a nervous breakup or something.
Oh, George. Isn't that a shame?
Now, now, now. Forget it, Jane.
I am not about to be a Big Buddy to a mob of strange kids.
But, George, they're Elroy's friends.
Jane, honey, in five minutes, I have an appointment
with my boss, Mr. Spacely, to ask about getting
a two-week vacation this year.
And if I get it, I don't wanna be tied down with extra kids.
Alright, George, if that's the kind of father you want to be to your son,
don't be surprised if he becomes D-E-L-I-N-Q-U-E-N-T.
Yeah, delinquent.
You want me to learn about tying knots from the kids in the street?
Now, Elroy, that is not what I said!
If I were you, George,
I'd ask Mr. Spacely for a three-week vacation.
You need it.
Alright, Jetson, don't blow your stack.
You gotta be calm when you talk to the boss about that vacation.
Facts and figures, that's what Mr. Space“; understands.
I'II prove statistically how overworked I am,
and his own computer will supply the figures to prove it.
- You ready, R.U.D.I.? - R.U.D.I.'s ready.
Alright. What are my chances of getting
a two-week vacation this year?
“Your weight is 168 pounds." I don't get it.
What's my weight got to do with getting a vacation?
Fat chance.
Ah, what do you know, you big junk pile?
Jetson!
What are you doing to my delicate $500,000
Referential Universal Digital Indexer?
Ha, oh, ah, good Spacely, Mr. Afternoon.
I mean, I mean, good afternoon, Mr. Spacely.
I didn't hear you sneak in, sir.
What are you doing to R.U.D.I.?
H was adjusting it, sir.
I-I think it has a screw loose somewhere.
Well, it takes one to know one, Jetson.
Is this why I pay you?
To kick my brain around behind my back?
Oh, no, sir, [only...
I have had my eye on you for some time now, Jetson.
- I think you need a vacation. - Oh, no, sir. I...
Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir!
How would you like to take a little trip?
Get away from it all, say, this weekend?
Oh, gosh, Mr. Spacely. Are you sure you can spare me?
Positive. I'll pay all expenses.
Oh, that's great- Could I take the family?
Well, the place I have in mind
is a little primitive for family living.
But I'm sure your son would enjoy roughing it.
After all, he's a Space Cub.
Yeah, but how did you know that?
Oh, I forgot. Your son's a Space Cub, too.
In the same troop.
Right. Troop 54. That's why I want you
to take this weekend vacation trip.
You mean, me and my little boy?
You and your little boy and my little boy
and the rest of Troop 54.
Oh, but, sir, I'm really not up to it.
Jetson, after seeing the kind of work you're up to indoors,
I figure you must be an outdoor man.
The type who should take the boys
on an overnight camping trip this weekend.
Ah, but Mr. Spacely, sir, I'm-I'm not prepared.
A Space Cub is always prepared, Jetson.
But, sir, I-I-I no more considered taking
an overnight hike this weekend than I thought of
going to the moon.
Funny you should mention the moon, Big Buddy,
'cause that's exactly where you're taking Troop 54.
To the moon!
Grand Central Spacion.
I haven't been here in years.
Why do hikes always have to start so early in the morning?
And where are the other Cubs?
The troop's supposed to form at 6 sharp.
Oh, they'll be here, pop.
See? Here they come.
Troop 54 wouldn't let us down. Over here, men. Over here.
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N We're the Space Cubs of Troop 54 M
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Let's hear it, men!
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- Well, that was fine, boys. - Once again, men!
Now, hold it, hold it!
Aren't they great, Dad?
N We're the Space Cubs of Troop 54 M
Well, Elroy.
Well, how do you turn them off?
You gotta give the proper command, pop.
Space Cubs, atten-hut!
Thanks, Elroy.
Space Cubs, atten-hut!
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Overnight hike!
Now, make little Orbit take his vitamins,
no matter how much he fights you.
And be sure Werner wears his filter-top.
He's allergic to moon dust.
I promised little Anode he could sit by a window.
He gets space sick.
And keep a close watch on Arthur.
He's always getting lost.
Mothers, atten-hut!
About face!
On the double!
Get lost!
Hut, two, three, four. Hut, two, three, four.
Shuttle to Moon now loading. Passengers, please go aboard.
Well, let's go, men.
Hey, pop, how far is it to the moon?
There's a sign showing the distance, Elroy.
Oh, yeah. "Moon: 238,000 miles."
Gosh, pop. That's not very far.
That's right, Elroy. We 'II be there in no time.
All right, men. Fasten your couch belts.
We'll be taking off in a minute.
Hello, there.
Who-who-who-who-who's that?
This is your stewardess, Lana Luna,
welcoming you to Galaxy Space Lines flight 22.
We're going to the Moon together.
Won't that be fun, you think?
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah.
We 'II be flying at Mach 34, 34 times the speed of sound.
So if you have any questions, ask them now,
but you won't hear the answers until we get back again.
Oh, boy, oh, boy, I'll have to meet her!
If weightlessness makes you nervous,
just ask for our special lead pills.
They hold you in your seat.
Now, settle back, relax, cross your fingers,
and when we're safely out of the Earth's atmosphere,
you are welcome to come to the lounge
and rub elbows with the crew.
Crazy, crazy! I'm looking forward to it!
This is your stewardess, lovely Lana Luna,
bidding you aloha, auf wiedersehen, arrivederci, and hasta la vista.
This has been a transcribed announcement.
Oh, boy. Wouldn't you know it!
Moon Shuttle now launching from Pad 12.
AII systems go. Stand clear.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five, and so forth.
Take a deep breath, men. We'll soon hit maximum G's.
See? Isn't this..
Great, boys?
Okay, Cubs. Prepare for weightlessness.
- Hey, Pop, look at the Earth! - Ah, it's very nice, Elroy.
But you shouldn't leave your seat.
Hey, look at all those signs, pop!
“Danger", “Meteor Crossing“, "Caution", "Bumpy Clouds Ahead".
Yeah. Hon comes com. morn.
"Stay in your orbit", "School crossing", "Slow to 30,000 miles".
Hey, look at that, pop!
Yeah. "Spaceway's Cafe. Free parking."
Must be a good place to eat.
All the space truck drivers stop there.
Attention, passengers.
This is your stewardess, Lana Luna.
We will be landing on the moon shortly,
where the daytime temperature is 240 degrees,
however, at night, it cools off to 215 degrees...
below zero, that is.
Galaxy Space Lines hopes you had an enjoyable trip,
and looks forward to serving you again.
This has been a transcribed announcement.
I know, I know.
There's the moon!
Fasten your couch belts. We are about to land.
Hang on, men. These moon landings can be pretty rough.
Hey, that was a pretty smooth touchdown.
Okay, Cubs, this is it.
Put on your oxygen helmets,
and stay inside until I look around.
It's pretty wild out there.
"Moon Port." "Moonhattan Tilton Hotel."
"Half-acre moon craters out of the smog zone."
Hey, gosh. Hey, look at that.
"Short of breath? Try Orbit Oxygen."
- Taxi? Taxi, mister? - Downtown Moonhattan, mister?
Ah, no, thanks. We're looking for the campground, Lunar Park.
Oh, sure. Over that way, about 10 miles.
The other side of Copernicus Crater.
Yeah, pile in. I'll take you there.
We're Space Cubs. We'll hike it.
Elroy, are you getting too much oxygen?
The man said 10 miles, and we've got our packs.
So, we 'II just take big steps.
Watch. Geronimo!
Gravity on the moon is only one-sixth that of Earth.
- Come on, pop. - Alright, alright. We'll walk.
But to keep from getting lost, we'll use the buddy system.
Everyone pick a buddy and stay with him.
Anode, you go with Elroy.
Orbit, you go with Werner, and Arthur..
Who's that leave for your buddy, Arthur?
You, I guess.
That's right, Arthur. I promised your dad
uh, Mr. Spacely, that is, that I'd look after you personally.
Big deal.
Come on, let's go.
Hup-two-three-four, two-three-four.
Hup-two-three-four, two-three-four..
Well, our camp is in pretty good shape, men.
Now, what shall we name it?
How about calling it, "Camp Elroy"?
Ah, Camp Elroy, no, no.
What do you think we should call it, Anode?
I think we should call it, "Camp Wanna-sutcha-gitcha-goomie..."
"Analoha-kemosabe."
That's Indian.
- What's it mean? - Beats me. I can't talk Indian.
Well, Anode, that name is a little bit long.
Arthur, what would you like to call it?
I'd like to call it quits.
How do I get my walking papers out of this chicken-feed outfit, anyway?
Oh, did you hear that?
Arthur suggests we go on a hike and do some birdwatching!
Alright. Fall in, men. And a hup-two-three-four.
Hup-two-three-four. Hup-two-three-four.
Hey, here comes another group of campers, men.
Eep-orp-oop-yup. Eep-orp-oop-yup.
Hey, what troop is that, Pop?
It says "Troop Zlgph, Martian and Chowder Club."
Boy, did you get a look at those guys?
Yeah, talk about freaks.
How would you like to go through life with only one head?
Not me, boy!
Now, don't get too close to the edge of this crater, men.
Look out, Orbit.
That rock you're standing on is loose, Orbit. Orbit!
Oh, no.
Now, why didn't Orbit pay attention?
- Bonus. that was Anodo. - Om
Sorry, Anode!
He's not hurt. Here he comes. He's bouncing back up.
Well, here we are, men.
Yeah, Big Buddy, but where are we?
Well, according to the map, we're right about here.
On the rim of that crater.
“nodq That's not a cut“. Hr. Johan!
That's your thumbprint!
Well, it's no problem, men.
We all know the direction back to camp, don't we?
Yes B, lg Buddy'
Good. Then let's go.
Someone had their directions mixed up.
Okay, now let's go in the right direction.
It looks like you men are lost, but don't panic.
I'll check with the Space Cub manual.
Now, let's see. "Moss is found on the north side of trees.
“Running streams lead to civilization.
And a good Scout always has his trusty compass."
- I have a trusty compass, pop. - Ha! Thanks, Elroy.
The needle should point to the north.
Hey!
The needle's pointing straight up!
Sure, Pop. That's where the North Pole is.
- Back on Earth. - Alright, men.
Now, keep calm. This is no time to panic. We're still together.
Everyone raise his buddy's hand so I can check.
Arthur, count those hands for me, will you?
Arthur? Arthur? Arthur's gone.
Alright, who's the careless clod who was Arthur's buddy?
- You were, Big Buddy! - I was? I was?
Alright, men. Men, now is the time to panic.
My boss' son is lost!
Last time I saw Arthur, he was heading for the dark side of the moon.
Yeah. I just hope my pop doesn't get lost.
Arthur!
Where are you?
Now, where is that stupid kid?
- Somebody call me? - Arthur!
Now, now, don't panic, Arthur. I'm here to rescue you.
What rescue? I just came around here to the dark side
to change the film in my camera.
I left the rest of the troop on top of this crater.
But they're gone.
They left a note. "Dear Big Buddy..."
Here, I'll take that.
“Decided not to wait for you to come back and save us,
“so returned to camp ourselves.
Signed, Orbit, Anode, Elroy and Werner." Now what?
At least they could have left the map.
Here's another note.
“P.S. Don't worry about the map.
"We took it with us."
“We're tearing it in little pieces and leaving a trail
for you to follow back to camp."
Look. Here's a piece.
And there's another one.
And another. And another.
Hey, what do you think you're doing there?
That's my job, keeping the moon neat.
- Tourists! - Boy. are we glad to no you.
Can you tell us the way to Copernicus Crater?
Nope.
But, it's just the other side of the Carpathian Mountains.
Carpathian Mountains?
It's the biggest mountain range on the moon.
- You must have hard of It. - Nope.
Well, can you tell us the way to the nearest Moon Ranger station?
Nope.
- You come from around here? - Lived here most of my life.
And you don't know where anything is?
You sure are dumb.
Yep, may be dumb, but I ain't lost.
That's a pretty old joke.
Being lost is no joke, and I'm cold.
No problem, Arthur.
We'll collect some wood and start a fire.
Up here? On the moon?
Oh, that's the trouble with you younger generation.
You don't use your heads.
Now look, there's plenty of wood on the moon.
Like these signs. "No Loitering."
"No Ball Playing."
"No Picnicking."
"No Campfires."
Now, here's the wood, and I'll start a fire.
But, Big Buddy, uh-er, Mr. Jetson.
Now, don't worry, Arthur. I'm an old Scout from way back.
They sure don't make sticks like they did when I was a kid.
I've been trying to tell you.
You can't have fire without oxygen.
And there's no oxygen on the moon.
Alright. Then what'll we do?
Arthur! What are you doing?
Where did you get that signal gun?
A Space Cub is always prepared.
"Hepl"?
'Uh-oh. Spelled it wrong.'
Rpm-“fl You mllzo. In. Johan. that If Goon.
And my little Arthur are never found,
your husband can look for employment elsewhere.
And I was the one who made George take the trip.
He even gets lost in the supermarket.
Many's the time I told little Arthur to get lost.
I never really meant it.
Cosmo Q- Spacely and Mrs. George Jetson,
Moon Ranger station calling.
- Yes? Yes? - Yes? Yes?
We found both Space Cubs, Arthur and George.
Good work, ranger! How did you do it?
Well, we spotted the little fella's smoke signal.
And where is my husband?
He 's at the station, ma'am, paying some fines.
Fines?
Yes, for littering, destroying park property,
and getting lost without a license.
Moon flight unloading at Pad 9.
Orbit, you forgot to take your vitamins.
Achoo!
Werner, didn't I tell you to wear your moon dust filter?
Arthur, my boy, you're looking fine.
Gosh, Dad, you'd been proud of me.
The Moon Rangers gave me this medal for saving Mr. Jetson.
And what's that other badge?
Oh, that's the First Aid Merit Badge I was awarded
for soothing Mr. Jetson's hysterics.
Poor George. You look miserable.
Oh, that little Arthur Spacely made me look like a big dope.
When he finishes telling the boss how I goofed,
I'll probably lose my job.
Jetson, I'd like a word with you.
Here it comes.
Arthur just told me everything you did.
And I just wanna say, put it there! I appreciate it.
But I-I-I don't understand.
Arthur said if it hadn't been for him,
you never would have made it back.
Well, sir, I see through your little scheme.
You do?
Of course. You planned it to build up Arthur's confidence.
Well, it worked.
And tomorrow, I'll talk to you about
that early vacation you wanted.
- For the whole family. - Oh-oh, but I don't get it.
Of course you do.
Jane, Jane, how do you like that, honey?
Love it!
We're already packed for the vacation.
Already packed?
The wife of a Space Cub is always prepared.
Oh, Jane, you're a..
- You'ro a good Scout. - Aw!
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