N Meet George Jetson M
N Daughter, Judy N
The Jetsons,
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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.
And 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.
- Tum tho television all, door. - Oh, mom.
Another adventure's coming up.
Never mind. Your father will be home in a few minutes.
Oh, alright.
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.
- Aw, 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?
- L ouro havo. - Thou 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 'em.
Oh, that Elroy.
Well, there's only one way to get him away from that television set.
Watch this, dad.
Nimbus is going to do more of his space magic.
Hey!
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.
Well, 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.
Oops!
I'm sorry, George.
Honey, that's the third time this week you missed the chair.
What would you like me to dial for dinner, George?
- How about some Moonies, mom? - Moonies?
Uh-huh. 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?
Uh, hiya, 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, alright. - 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.
Well, 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.
MN“ To tho ends of tho galaxy.
It's Space magic.
Okay, Sub Lieutenant Willy, what's blasting?
Well, wait till you hear it, 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.
- And 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?
And what took you so long? We've already 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?
Uh-uh.
- Star geometry? - Uh-uh.
- Astrophysics? - Uh-uh. Moonies.
Okay. Well, get out the Moonie tapes, and we'll..
- Moonies? - Uh-huh. The powerized breakfast food.
You said you needed help with your homework.
No, dad, you said it. See, this is a contest.
Well, you just won it, 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.
And 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.
Now, 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 doin' Henry?
I'm puttin' a new plaid cushion on this chair here.
- Can I watch? - Sure.
Gee, a plaid cushion. My favorite color.
Now then..
Eh, What's on your mind, young fella?
This is.
Moonies. Uh-huh. And, uh...
What's Moonies?
Well, 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 pitchin' today.
You can't get ball games. Only space magic shows.
You know, like, "Nimbus the Great"?
- Say, Henry, will you help me? - Eh, 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 somethin'?
That's just the energy in 'em.
They're powerized- Go on, taste them.
Alright.
What have I got to lose?
Hmm.
Yeah, looks alright.
[gulpingl
Tastes pretty good, huh?
As soon as I stop bouncin'. I'II tel-I-I you-u-u.
Okay. Why do you like Moonies, Henry?
Well, I ain't sure, for sure.
I'll say one thing for 'em. 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, uh..
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'll lose interest, huh?
He could win, you know.
Now, with that drivel 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 killin' me.
What time is it, anyway?
Oh, boy. Just a few seconds to quittin' time.
Four, three, two, one.
Shall I get your car, Mr. Jetson?
Never mind, Clyde, I'm in a hurry. Thanks, anyway.
- Forget somethin', Mr. Jetson? - Yeah.
Uh, the car.
I wonder why Jane wanted me to rush home?
Maybe it's a surprise party, huh?
Oh, 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 spa-a-ce 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, Elroy. - Now, keep your fingers crossed.
The winner is... Elroy Jetson
of the Spacepad Apartment.
- Hurray! - I won! I won!
Yippee!
I'm home. I'm home. Hi, everybody.
Now, what's the big surprise, Janie?
- Father's Day? - Elroy won the contest, daddy.
Oh, that's great. 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, either. - Elroy won the contest!
Oh! Oh, ho, ho. It's Elroy's birthday.
No, it isn't, pop.
I just won the Moonies contest.
Aren't you proud of your boy, dear?
Oh, 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 spa-a-ce magic! Oh, boy.
Oh, come on, George. It's getting late.
Turn the light out and get to sleep.
Huh?
I'm 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?
- “And He looks up to you. Goorgo. Ohm. sun.
He looks up to me once a week to ask for his allowance.
Good night, dear.
- I'll not It. - Is It for ma, mother?
No, Judy. It's a special delivery for Elroy.
From the Moonie contest people.
Gee, maybe you better read it.
- It may be important. - You're right.
"Dear space pal. Due to circumstances beyond our control,
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.
Ah, thanks, Miss Asteroid. I'll take it here.
Oh, George, George, something awful has happened.
Huh, huh, what, 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 awful?
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.
A-a-a-acho-o!
I feel awful.
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.
Wow. 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.
A-a-a-acho-o!
- Too late. The contest is over. - I know that.
My boy Elroy won your silly contest
and then he gets a letter sayin' you're not gonna show up.
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 somethin'.
I'm sorry, but what can I do?
Somebody's got to do somethin'.
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, you understand?
Your sponsor's gonna hear about this.
Some hero. Disappointing little boys. Shee!
Oh, dear.
A-a-a-acho-o!
If that guy gets the sponsor angry at me, I'll lose my job.
I better get into my costume and go see his kid.
A-a-a-acho-o!
Poor Elroy, he's gonna be so disappointed
when he finds out his hero has a cold.
And the nerve of that guy, tryin' to get me to take his place.
And why not? You're his father, aren't you?
Huh?
- 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 spa-ace magic!"
Yeah, sure, and then Elroy goes right on thinkin'
this Nimbus guy is the greatest thing in space.
A-ha, 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..
I mean, I-I, uh..
I guess you're right. I'll do it.
Good boy, Jetson.
You take my word for it, you won't be sorry.
Okay, Nimbus. I'll get you off the hook.
I'll play your part a...
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. “Jason.“
This is where the boy lives.
A-a-a-acho-o! Oh, boy!
I don't know if I can go through with this.
But here goes.
Who is it?
It's me, space pal. Nimbus the Great!
Nimbus! You came after all. Come in! Come in!
It's spa-ace magic!
A-a-acho-o!
Hiya, space lady. I'm Nimbus the Great.
You're kidding?
I assure you, my good woman. I am Nimbus the Great.
Oh, 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! - Hiya, space pal.
It's spa-a-ace ma-a-cho-o!
- Gesundheit. - Thanks, pal.
I got a little 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? - Uh-huh, 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 feel silly in this outfit.
I hope that Nimbus guy
appreciates what I'm doin' for him.
Ah-ah-ah. 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 pal!
- From the North Star. - To the craters of the moon.
To the farthest reaches of the solar system.
A-a-acho-o!
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 spa-ace magic!
Ouch!
Hey, mom, that's dad.
- What's he tryin' to do? - Beats me.
But don't let on we know.
Well, hiya, Elroy. Sorry about your wall.
Hey, how come you know my name, Nimbus?
Huh? Oh, uh...
The Great Nimbus knows everything.
Except that the real Nimbus was already here.
Would you like to hear about one of my adventures, space pal?
Oh, 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 pal.
Now, let's see. How about the adventure of-of...
The one where you trapped the space pirates?
Uh, yeah.
And then they trapped you while you were asleep?
That's it. Uh. What happened then?
Then their queen tried to put a magic spell on you, see?
But you put one on her instead.
- I dld? - Come on, d...
I mean, Nimbus.
Sit down, and I'll tell you all about it.
Well, it's been a pleasure visiting you, space pal.
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 spa-ace magic!
Uh, sorry about your door, too.
Oh, my achin' head.
But, if it made Elroy happy, I guess it was worth it.
- Come in. - 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, huh?
- 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 who said that.
Ahem!
- What did I tell you, Georgie? - I know.
And thanks, pal.
Come on, Elroy. If we hurry,
we can catch the Great Nimbus and his..
Spa-a-ace magic!
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Help! Help!
Jane, stop this crazy thing!
Jane!
Help! Jane!