Jetsons: The Movie

Meet George Jetson

His boy, Elroy

Daughter, Judy

Jane, his wife

Oh, good morning, Tweeter.

There's that cough again. Polly want a gas mask?

I'll bet it's the smog.

Up we go.

Well, now we've gotten rid of the smog, let's get of the snoring.

Up and at 'em, Mr. J.

Oh, why did you have to wake me? I was dreaming about sleeping.

Mornin', Rosie. What's for breakfast?

Orange juice, eggs, bacon, toast with marmalade and coffee.

- How do you want your eggs? - Skip the eggs.

Watching your cholesterol, eh, Mr. J? Say, "Ahh."

Ahh.

Mm. You burned the toast.

- Have a good day, Dad. - You too, Elroy.

- Uh, Dad? - Yeah, son?

You're coming to my spaceball game today, aren't you?

It's the tournament semi-finals.

Sure, Elroy. I wouldn't miss it for the universe.

- Starts at 4.00. - I'll be there.

- I love you, Dad. - Love you, Judy.

Uh, Dad? Uh, there's a dance at school this afternoon.

- That's nice, dear. - Oh, thanks, Dad. You're outergalactic.

- Yeah, I'm out of money too. - Bye, darling.

Astro!

So I forgot to say goodbye.

I love you, George.

I know, I know. I love you too.

Oh, no, not again.

This is Rocket Rick, your Dees drive-time digital top-ten DJ.

And here's the morning traffic advisory for all of you poor drones

who have to do this every day.

Turn around, go home and go back to bed.

Very funny. Now let's have it straight or I'm gonna be late again.

Okay, here it is straight, just for you.

The skyway's backed up from the 101 to the 202 and the 303.

Get off and head for the 404.

404, right.

Oh, too late. The 404 is jammed.

I know. I know. It's time for the Jetson traffic-beater.

Inflate-a-Cop.

I hate to be this sneaky, but my job's on the line.

My siren's getting better every day.

Rooh-oh.

Too bad, George. Traffic school begins next Saturday.

In the meantime, here's one just for you.

George Jetson reporting, to say whatever it is I do, I just did it again.

You certainly did, George.

What's our old penny-pinching, pea-headed president up to today?

Mr. Spacely is meeting with the board of directors for the entire day.

Thank you. This is George Jetson signing off for the entire day.

And so I guarantee to reverse the...

...slight downside of our profit picture...

...with the newest development of Spacely sprockets and spindles.

It had better be good, Spacely.

It's better than good. It's cheap.

And that means... higher profits.

More money for you and, of course, for me.

Gentlemen and woman, I present to you a holographic model

of our most top-secret project,

the Spacely Sprocket and Spindle Orbiting Ore Asteroid

Manufacturing Plant Unlimited.

This plant will produce Spacely sprockets and spindles

at one-tenth of what it costs down here.

- Yeah, when it's working. - I, uh, beg your pardon?

According to my reports, this space station

has worked a grand total of three days in the last six months.

- What? Three days? - This is an outrage!

- What's going on here? - That's because we've had leadership problems.

- Yeah, my feeling exactly. - I mean leadership on the asteroid.

But everything is going smoothly now with new Vice President

Alexander Throttlebottom in charge.

Soon, we will produce our one millionth Spacely sprocket in outer space.

Spacely! Spacely! Spacely! Spacely!

Ooh, it's so nice to be loved.

Mr. Spacely, you have a call.

I hate it when you interrupt my ovations.

It's important. We've lost another one.

What?

Rudy 2, how could this happen?

He ran away, sir, same as the other three. I think he got scared and just left.

That weasel, Throttlebottom, I knew I couldn't rely on him.

At least the plant's still running, right?

Wrong, it's been sabotaged again.

And I can't tell who or what's behind it.

Well, fix it! I can't make profits if you're not making sprockets.

Fine, but I'm not pushing that button.

But the Orbiting Ore Asteroid can't work without someone to push the button.

I'll make you a vice president, Rudy 2.

Forget it. We've lost four vice presidents. It's not worth it.

I'll give you a Ra... raise.

No button.

What'll I do? What'll I do? I can lick this problem. But how?

Think, Spacely, think. First, I need a replacement for that Throttlebottom.

But who?

- Gertrude! - Yes, Mr. Spacely?

Take a problem.

Need, one...

...a worker whose total loyalty is to Spacely Sprockets.

And, of course, to me, president, CEO and all-around sweetie pie.

Two, someone expendable.

Very funny. Three,

someone who will work for peanuts.

Four, not too bright. And five, someone who can push a button.

That's it. Okay, okay, what have you got?

It's thinking, Mr. Spacely. It's thinking.

Jetson?

I wouldn't use Jetson if Spacely Sprockets were going bankrupt!

If I needed a transfusion! If I lost my stockholders!

My home! If I were penniless!

- Penniless? - He is expendable.

Perfect.

Jetson!

You. Here. Now.

Welcome aboard, Vice President Jetson.

Vice president?

Right, vice president in charge of the Orbiting Ore Asteroid.

Congratulations!

Me, vice president?

Don't slobber, George. You and your family leave tomorrow.

- Go home. Pack. - Vice president? Pack? Go?

Ah, how quickly you grasp things.

I knew you were the right man for the job up there.

- Up there? - George? What do you do for us down here?

Well, I push the button that gets things started.

Exactly, and now, with your family beside you, you face a new challenge.

- Are you up to it, Jetson? - Yes, sir, Mr. Spacely.

- It's going to be lot of work. - Not too much for me, sir.

Good, then roll up your sleeves. You'll be working overtime.

Gosh, the game's almost over. I wonder what's keeping Dad.

Elroy!

Go, Elroy!

- Now, coach? - Now, Elroy.

The last shot of the game to win it for us.

You got the tall guy on you.

- Shall I give him the Elroy Elevator? - What else? It's the only shot you got.

Get out there and sink it, or I'm sunk.

Here it comes, the Elroy Elevator.

Going up, going down. Going up, going down.

Going in.

- All right! - Great shot, Elroy!

Hey, where's Dad?

My big moment, and he wasn't here to see it.

Will you still be there?

It's so hard to reason with a heart out of control

Why wait to hear an answer when it's too soon to know

Maybe love

Maybe not

No, the chance is all we're given

The chance is all we've got

Maybe love

Maybe not

Still something in me says this may be love

All I know for certain is I've never felt like this

A love that lasts forever

Could start with just a kiss

Hey, what's your name?

Uh, Judy.

Well, Ju-Ju-Judy, we got a date Friday night.

Maybe love

Maybe not

- You've got a real date with Cosmic Cosmo! - No, the chance is all we're given

- The chance is all we've got - How nebular!

Maybe love

And you can be sure your donation will help the recycling program, Mrs. Skypad.

Thank you.

What's the matter, Elroy? Did your team lose the big game?

No, I made the winning shot.

- Why so upset, then? - Dad never showed up.

Why, that's not like him.

Tomorrow, tomorrow. I've got a date with Cosmic Cosmo.

- Tomorrow! - Ah, young love.

I remember one time my date and I tripped the light fantastic,

and we tripped a few circuit breakers too.

Hello, I'm home, and I've got great news!

- They made me a vice president. - Way to go, George!

- All right! - We gotta move.

Move?

Yep, to Spacely's Orbiting Ore Asteroid.

To Spacely's Orbiting Ore Asteroid?

- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow?

But what about my spaceball playoffs?

And my date with Cosmic Cosmo.

- And my recycling. - Hey, I thought you'd be happy.

You all know how long I've wanted to get a promotion.

And besides, I'm doing it all for you, my family.

Ah, George.

Your father's right, kids. I'm sorry, honey.

- I'm really thrilled for you. - Metacataclysmic.

- Her life is over. - My life is over!

She just needs to get used to the idea.

She's not the only one. Oh, well, maybe it won't be so bad.

How long can Mr. J last as a vice president anyways?

I'll start packing.

Don't be so glum, Elroy. With my new job, I can set my own hours.

We'll have lost of extra time together.

Then you can help me perfect my Elroy Elevator shot?