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This is a heartwarming story
of that delicate and tender relationship
which exists between a man and his faithful dog.
Our story begins here,
in the home of Mr. and Mrs. George Jetson.
Will you get the heck out of here?
George, I wish you wouldn't shout at Astro.
He's awfully sensitive.
And I wish he'd keep his clammy paws off of me.
Now, can he help it if he's so friendly?
If he gets any friendlier, he'll throw me a bone.
Ra tone?
But our story really begins some distance away
at the Moonside Country Club
where two industrial giants
are engaged in a bitter cold war.
I gotta hand it to you, Spacely.
You've got a lot of gumption,
challenging me to a round of golf.
Heh, sort of like a flea challenging an elephant.
How'd you like to go home with a mouthful of divots, Cogswell?
[New. uh. Don't got to“. South].
It's only natural that you'd want to whip me at golf,
seeing as you can't whip me at business.
For your information, Cogswell,
we at Spacely Sprockets are about to put
Cogswell Cosmic Cogs out of business.
Again? What is it this time?
You gonna blow up the plant?
Boy, what a shot!
I can't even see the ball.
Let's see you top that shot, Cogswell.
Hit me with that backswing again, and I'll use a niblick on you.
Now, try again. You missed the ball completely.
That was just a practice swing.
Eh, guess I better switch to a number three driver.
There, now I oughta be able to hit it.
Here goes.
Hey look, I made it.
The ball's landing on the green.
Might as well face it, Spacely.
You're a born loser.
I think I'll paint your picture on my golf ball, Cogswell.
It could take ten strokes off my game.
You know, Spacely,
you haven't tried putting Cogswell Cogs
out of business for a long time.
I know. I've been sick.
So, what gimmick are you gonna try this time?
Don't worry. You'll find out in time
to pick up your unemployment check.
Hot dog! A hole in one!
Boy, that guy burns me up.
Now, look, Spacely,
a hole in one is a hole in one.
Not off my head, it ain't.
You're supposed to holler “fore" before you swing.
Oh, you mean like this?
Fore!
How's that?
Well, that wasn't bad, but it's more like this.
Fore!
You realize, of course..
This means total war, Spacely.
Good. It'll be a pleasure to turn your place into a garage.
Maybe I'll give you a job parking cars.
Go ahead. Make jokes, Cogswell.
You'll wow them, down at the unemployment line.
And so, the cold war flared into a shooting war
between Cogswell Cogs and Spacely Space Sprockets.
There 's only one thing worse than war.
And that's business.
Spacely has declared business on us, Harlan.
So I want you to sneak over to his plant
and start snooping around.
- Snooping, sir? - Ah, that's right.
But-but isn't that slightly unethical, sir?
Are you challenging me again, Harlan?
Oh, no, sir. No, sir.
But-but what should I put on my time card, sir?
Charge it to research. What else?
Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir. Sir.
Spacely has got some scheme cooking
to put me out of business.
You find out what it is and report back to me.
Now, scram.
Right, sir. Roger and out. Prepare for liftoff.
Contact. Start the countdown.
Five, four, three...
Knock it off, Harlan.
Yes, sir.
Meanwhile, back at the Spacely camp,
feverish preparations were also being made
for the impending clash of the two tycoons.
Me and my big, fat mouth.
I better get Jetson up here. He may have some ideas.
- You called, sir? - Jetson, this is an emergency.
Cogswell has declared war on us,
and I want you to come up with a sure-fire gimmick
to put him out of business permanently.
Is that all? How soon do you want this done?
No hurry.
Anytime in the next five minutes is fine.
Five minutes?
But, Mr. Spacely, it's quitting time.
Oh, that's a funny way to turn in your resignation, Jetson.
A resignation? I was only kidding, sir.
I could work at home, I guess.
Good. I want this whole project wrapped up
and Cogswell out in the street by morning!
Now, move!
You really think it's necessary to wipe him out, sir?
Are you questioning my brilliant judgment, Jetson?
- Oh, no, sir. - Good.
Now, get back to your grindstone.
Gee. I better report this to Mr. Cogswell.
This is secret agent X-73145.
Reporting into headquarters
on ultra-frequency band 20851
with vital information. Roger. Over and...
Will you knock it off?
Sorry, sir. Sir. Sir. Sir.
You have been watching too many TV shows.
Now, give me your report
without the fancy frills and tinsel.
Yes, sir. Well, sir, Spacely's man Jetson
is taking the project home to complete.
What shall I do now, Mr. Cogswell?
What else?
Tail Jetson home and find out what he's up to.
- Now, get going. - Right, sir.
This is secret agent X-73145 signing off.
- Over and... - Now, cut that out!
Yes, sir! Gee whiz!
Bosses have no feeling for drama.
Now, let me see.
Company A wants to put Company B out of business.
George? George, what are you doing?
I'm working. What else?
Oh, but you promised never to bring your work home with you.
Well, I'm on the spot.
Rah. Ron the rot.
I gotta come up with a gimmick to put our rival Cogswell
out of business. Or I'll be out of business.
And we wouldn't last long on unemployment checks, either.
A thousand a week don't stretch very far these days.
Rat's right.
What do you mean, "that's right"?
What are you doing here, anyway? Now, come on. Get out of here.
- Roo ron't rove re. - Oh, I do too love you.
It's just that I'm busy, that's all.
Now, be a man's best friend and get out of here.
Oh, really, George!
Elroy, will you play with Astro while your daddy works?
Sure, mom. Come on Astro.
I got somethin' to show you.
Oh, boy, maybe now I can get some work done.
Look, Astro.
This is my new remote-control, flying model space car.
I'll show you how It works.
[gulpingl
Hey, Astro!
What did you do with my car?
Ri rallowed rit.
You swallowed it?
- Rello. - Hello.
Don't bother me, Astro.
Astro! Hey, what's going on here?
Astro swallowed my flying space car, Dad.
Oh, gm t. Hon, glvo mo that. I 7! got him down.
We'll have to take him to the vet tomorrow to get your space car back.
Boy! This secret-agent stuff is exciting!
Now to find out what Jetson is up to.
Good heavens!
Ro roy! Ris is reat!
It is fun, isn't it?
Jetson has invented an antigravity machine
and he's controlling his dog with that instrument!
Okay, Astro. Ride's over. Down, boy.
Huh?
Sorry to let you down so hard, Astro.
That's a joke. Get it?
Reah.
I'd better report this to Mr. Cogswell.
This is secret agent X-73145 calling Mr. Cogswell.
Come in, Mr. Cogswell.
- Ah, what is it, Harlan? - What's the password, sir?
Look, jughead, it's me, Cogswell!
Mm-mm, could be a clever disguise. Spies are sneaky.
Well, I ain't no sneaky spy.
Then what's the password, sir?
Harlan, you are fired!
After you complete this mission, of course.
Now, uh, uh, What did you find out?
Well, sir, George Jetson
has perfected an antigravity machine.
- Why, you're kidding! - Oh, no, sir. No, sir.
He's test-hopping his dog right now.
It's, it's fantastic!
His dog, eh?
Harlan, if you can get that dog over here
for debriefing and interrogation,
you can have your job back.
Oh, gee, thanks, Mr. Cogswell, sir.
Alright. Get going. Roger. Cogswell signing off.
Over and ou.. I'll be just..
Now you got me doing it. Just get going, will you?
Yes, sir. At once, sir.
Hey, Dad, I took Astro outside for his walk.
Um, what should I do now?
Go play with something quiet, will you, please, Elroy?
Okay.
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Now, then. This top sirloin ought to fetch me
one dog full of top secrets.
Roh, roy!
I got him! Whoops!
Rey! Rat's roing ron?
You know what's going on.
And you're coming with me, understand?
Uh-uh.
Now, come along. Heel!
Boy, the things I do for my measly salary. Ooh!
Good work, Harlan.
You have got a good grip on the situation.
Moonstone here will find out what makes this dog tick...
uh, fly.
You may release the dog now, Harlan.
- Ready, Moonstone? - Ready, Mr. Cogswell.
I'll start with the third degree.
Rird reree?
No cheating.
Okay, dog, start talking.
- Ri rain't ralking. - You ain't talking, eh?
Not even for a juicy space burger?
Try that again and I'll report you to the S.P.C.H.
Rh at' s rat?
Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Humans.
- So knock it off! - Row rabout rat?
Now, what about this antigravity formula you have?
Ri ron't row.
Where were you on the night of January 16th, fella?
What kind of a question is that?
Stay out of this, will you, Harlan?
Yes, sir.
Now, what's the matter?
- Ri'm raraid rof rhe rark. - Afraid of the dark, eh?
Turn on the lights, Moonstone.
Are you trying to get the S.P.C.A. on our backs?
Got any more brilliant ideas?
Well, sir. There is Marilyn.
Rararyn?
Rerro, rig roy.
Who, re?
Mm-hmm.
Roh, roy!
Now, listen dog.
If you wanna meet that little number..
- I can arrange It. - Yeah?
Yeah. All you got to do is start talking.
- Ralking? - That's right.
Re“ .
You getting all this down, Moonstone?
Oh, yes, sir.
Good. Keep talking, dog.
Rand rats all.
And that's all. Splendid. Splendid.
Uh, read that back to me, Moonstone.
Yes, sir.
Oh, knock it off, Moonstone.
You and your brilliant ideas. Bah!
Now what is it, Elroy? You know I'm busy.
It's Astro, Dad. I can't find him anywhere.
Now, don't worry. He's probably asleep somewhere.
I'II turn the control to flying and wake him up.
Now, listen, dog.
There's no reason why you and me can't be true buddies, right?
Right. Roo ruddies.
And ruddies, uh, I mean, buddies,
don't keep secrets from each other, right?
- Right. - He's flying! He's flying!
That's what he was doing when I first saw him, sir.
Incredible!
Do something, you guys!
Don't leave me hung up here like this!
You better let go, sir.
Okay.
Geronimo!
Well, men, let's face it.
Spacely has finally made good his threat.
We're licked, finished, through!
Might as well call Spacely and.-.congratulate him.
Might be able to work out
some decent surrender terms that way.
Miss Jupiter, get me Space“, on the a“, fight away.
Boy. What a big hassle to fix a sandwich these days.
You gotta be a regular engineer. Let me see.
Cheese, lettuce,
tomatoes, pickles, onions,
ham, rye bread and mustard.
Yeah. That should do it.
Not bad.
Maybe I should have been a short-order chef.
Mr. Cogswell on the air for you, Mr. Space/y.
Uh, how are you, Spacely?
I mean, Mr. Spacely, sir.
Forget the sarcasm, Cogswell.
I surrender. You whipped me fair and square.
I did?
You sure did.
That invention of Jetson's is unbeatable.
It is? I mean, of course, it is.
Well, if you ever need an extra vice president,
I'm available and humbled, sir.
So long, Mr. Spacely.
I don't get it. Unless...
unless maybe Jetson did come up with something.
Oh, I better get over to his place quick
before he goofs it.
Boy. I sure would like to know what makes that pooch fly.
That Jetson must be a mechanical genius.
Wow! Look at him go!
He's gone!
Hey, where you goin' chief?
If I'm going out of business, I gotta right to know why.
I'm tailing that dog.
Taxi, follow that dog.
Oh, for goodness' sake. I'll get my own car.
Move over, pal. On this trip, you have got company.
Rompany?
Yeah, Rompany.
Oh, it's no use. [just can't come up with an idea
to put Cogswell Cogs out of business.
Oh, Mr. Spacely's gonna be awful sore.
I'll get fired for sure.
Come in.
George, my boy, congratulations!
I knew you'd do it.
I never doubted for a moment you wouldn't come through.
I'm proud of you.
You're, you're proud of me?
I always said to myself, "Keep an eye on Jetson.
He's a natural-born vice president."
You did? I mean, I am?
Well, let's have it, George. I mean, V.P.
Tell me how you put Cogswell Cogs out of business.
Out of business? I don't get it. I-I-I...
- Astro, you're back! - So, that's it.
Brilliant, George, simply brilliant.
You've solved the gravity problem.
Gravity problem?
Huh, you're mistaken, sir. I'm only...
May I come in?
Gentlemen.
Cogs well!
I don't want to intrude,
but I would like to extend my personal congratulations
to your man Jetson.
That is, if you don't mind, Mr. Spacely.
Quiet, Cogswell.
You're interrupting my new vice president
who is demonstrating our new product.
Sorry, Mr. Spacely, sir.
Trouble with you, Cogswell, is that you got no class.
Proceed, George.
Oh, now, listen, Mr. Spacely, this isn't what you think it is.
Nonsense, Jetson. Go on with the demonstration.
Very well, sir.
Ruh-oh!
Hurray! Oh, you did it, Dad!
You got Astro to cough up my toy space car.
Well, Cogswell?
What do you think of our..
Toy space car?
What is this, Jetson? Some kind of a gag?
I tried to tell you, Mr. Spacely.
Astro swallowed my boy's toy space car.
That's what I was controlling with this machine.
Here, look. I'll show you.
Why, you snake in the grass.
Pulling a phony stunt like that.
Well, I was wise to you all along.
Just one of Jetson's jokes, you understand, Cogswell.
Yeah. He 's a riot.
If you like sick jokes.
So long, Spacely.
And keep those models flying.
Jetson, you're fired!
Yes, of course, sir.
As soon as I finish my homework, I'll play with you, Astro.
Raw, sheesh.
It won't take long. I'm using my oral computer.
Roral computer?
Uh-huh! I'll show you. Listen.
The square root of an isosceles triangle
is the sum total of side A times side B.
The radius of an elongated circle
is half of the circumference.
Ruh, ru rares?
Huh?
Elementary fusion is analytic mathematics.
Oh, Astro. Not again.
You better tell dad you swallowed the computer.
He'll know what to do.
Therapeutic and relative deduction principles
in varying inverted forces.
Roh, ro!
You're not only fired, Jetson,
but you'll hear from my attorneys in the morning!
Digital operational figures are converted into decimals.
Ah-ah-ah!
The theory of relativity is based on relative time.
Why, Jetson, that dog is brilliant.
Oh, I get it.
You harnessed that dog's brain for science.
Who, me?
Oh. you an a sly om. Gaunt.
Throwing Cogswell off-course the way you did.
That was beautiful, just beautiful.
But I didn't!
Sun spots have a definite bearing on weather.
You know, something like this could replace humans.
Have that dog on my desk first thing in the morning.
So long, Vice President Jetson.
(Was that Mr. Space“), George?
Uh-huh.
- Well, how did it go? - Just great.
I've been made vice president, thanks to Astro.
Astro? What did he have to do with it?
X minus Y equals the square root of a triangle.
Did you get my computer yet, Dad?
Your computer?
Yeah. Astro swallowed it.
Venus is 38,000 light-years from point X.
You mean that's why..
Because"
And Spacely thinks that..
- Oh, no! - Something wrong, dear?
Nothing that a new job wouldn't take care of.
Alright. Come on, everybody. We're all going out to dinner.
Why all of a sudden?
Because while I'm vice president,
we might as well live it up.
Tomorrow's gonna be along, long day.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
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Jane, stop this crazy thing!
Jane!
Help, Jane!