The Jetsons

N Meet George Jetson M

N Daughter Judy N

M Jane his wife NM

The Jetsons,

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This is Jack Jetwash, your slipped disc jockey

On 3D TV at half past seven hundred hours

on this good, good, good mornin'

with your Modern Mother's Muscle Tone program of the year.

Now, chins up. I mean, chin up.

Index fingers out.

Ready for your push button finger exercises, hmm?

I'm ready.

One, two. One, two.

One, two. One, two, One, two. One, two.

Rest.

Okay, mom. Take five.

Good morning and did you change your mind?

No, it's too cool to go swimming after school.

Besides, you won't be home in time for dinner.

From Acapulco?

Oh, I thought you were going to Hawaii.

Well, alright, if your father says yes.

Oh, he will.

Daddy?

Daddy, are you asleep?

Yes.

Thanks, daddy.

Daddy said yes.

Well, okay then.

Man, you're crazy, way out.

Crazy? Is that a nice thing to say to your mother?

Sure, I picked it up in ancient history.

That's how teenagers used to say I love you. Remember?

Don't be smart. You know I'm only 33.

Well, what do you want for breakfast?

Nothing, thanks. I'm on a diet.

Wait a minute.

Aren't you forgetting your bathing suit?

No, I have it.

- That's your ba thing suit? - (Ill-huh.

It's the new instant stretch model, mom.

Just add water and watch the boys fizz!

If I was only 15 again.

In fact... if I was only 32-22-32 again.

Hi, mom-

Elroy, how many times have I told you

not to wear your space boots in the house?

I was just taking a shortcut.

And tracking up my ceiling at the same time.

I'm sorry, mom.

Hey, maybe I should be punished and kept home from school, huh?

Oh, no, you don't.

What would you like for breakfast?

The usual.

The usual, coming up.

Milk, cereal.

Crunchy or silent?

Better make it silent.

- And some bacon. - Bacon.

- And one soft boiled egg- - And one soft boiled egg.

Thanks, mom.

Thank goodness that's over with.

Is your father up yet?

No. Last time I saw him, he was still sleeping.

We'll fix that.

Eject.

Toast, records, husband.

That'll do it.

I hate that thing!

Hey, mom.

What's holding up my egg?

Darn egg button's always sticking.

Ouch!

No wonder I'm getting push-button fingers.

Look at that.

I set it for soft-boiled and it comes out roasted.

Oh, that's nothing.

Yesterday, I pushed the scrambled button

and I got a hot fudge pizza.

Now, hurry up or you'll be late to school.

Oh, there's nothing important today, mom.

Just elementary electronics and advanced finger painting.

George, breakfast is ready.

Okay, okay. Let me brush my teeth.

Hurry, George. You'll be late.

I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying.

Now, behave yourself in school, Elroy.

I will, mom.

The teacher said you were going on a field trip this morning.

That's right, mom.

We're studying the Siberian salt mines.

Well, keep warm

and don't pick fights with the little Russian boys.

Goodbye.

Make sure you press the right button, mom.

Public school 85 I: right. Right?

Right.

Three, two, one.

The word's go! Bye!

And don't leave your galoshes in Europe again!

Well, good morning, George.

Morning, Jane.

Oh, what is this anyway?

What's It taste Ilka, George?

Well, this coffee tastes like rocket fuel.

Then it's not coffee.

It's tea.

There's a crossed circuit in the Foodarackacycle.

Lumpy tea?

Oh, you got some of the oatmeal fallout.

- How's your bacon? - Raw.

- And your eggs? - They're cold.

I don't get it.

When we first got married, you could punch out a breakfast

like mother used to make. Now, you're all thumbs.

It's not my thumbs and it's not me.

It's this antique monster.

I press this thing for meals

and hi-fi music comes out of the garbage disposal.

I never know what's going to come out.

See, George? We need a new one.

Jane, how can we get a new one?

We haven't even paid for the one that replaced this one.

Besides, I'm beginning to like my coffee with lumps in it.

Well, I don't. I want a new Foodarackacycle.

A new Foodarackacycle? Jane, we cannot afford it!

No.

Absolutely, positively

emphatically beyond the shadow of a doubt

N-O, no!

George, are you trying to tell me something?

Forget it.

Why don't you ask your boss, Mr. Spacely, for a raise?

Because the boss is a penny-pinchin' old crab.

That's why.

Someday, I'm gonna give that door

a shot right in its electric eye. Pow!

Oh, I shouldn't have upset George,

but if he only knew how I hate

washing, ironing, vacuuming.

There ought to be some higher authority

a girl could appeal to.

Of course, that's it.

N 90 over George's head.

I'II speak to my mother.

Mother, I was just going to call you.

You were?

Well, what did George do now?

The big bully.

Oh, nothing really, mother.

It's just that house work gets me down.

Well, it's really none of my business, dear,

so I'll give you some advice.

Get a maid.

We can't afford it, mother.

You don't need money.

Charge it.

Don't you have to pay for a maid?

Not this one.

I saw this ad on TV.

It's a new service called U-Rent A Robot Maid.

There's even a one day free trial in your home.

Free?

Well, George couldn't complain about that.

I shouldn't have yelled at Jane. You know, maybe she's right.

Maybe I should ask Mr. Spacely for that raise.

After all, I'm a darn good Digital Index Operator.

You gotta have it up here to know how to start these things

and stop 'em and start 'em again.

Come to think of it, Spacely couldn't get along without me.

I'll just march right in and I'll ask for a raise right now.

Yes, George?

I want to see Mr. Spacely.

Sorry, Mr. Spacely is on the phone right now.

If you want to wait...

You're darn right I'll wait.

But, Stella baby, I eat out every night.

I'm sorry, Cosmo.

The girls need me for their protest meeting

at the United Planets building.

I get to carry a sign, "Martians, go home!"

But, Stella..

I'm sure you won't mind eating out again.

But, Stella..

Eh, and to think I married that woman 30 years ago

because she could cook.

George Jetson is here, Mr. Spacely.

George Jetson?

Yes, sir.

He starts the Referential Unisonic Digital indexing machine.

Oh, butterfingers Jetson.

Well, shoot him in.

Why did I send for you, Jetson?

You must have goofed up somewhere.

Oh, no, sir. I think you'll find...