The Jetsons & WWE: Robo-WrestleMania!

Roman, Roman, right here!

-Sign mine. -Sign mine, Roman.

Right here.

Whoo, whoo... Wow!

Uso.

Uso.

Hear me.

Yes. (LAUGHS)

I am the Big Show.

I'm the future champion.

-(LAUGHS) -(EXCLAIMING)

He's big in person.

Gigantic!

Gotta get to see...

Big Show, oh, oh, can I have your autograph?

You want my autograph?

Um... Yes.

You want my autograph?

I wouldn't have asked if I didn't.

You just got the signature of the future WWE World Heavyweight Champion.

Wrong, Big Show.

Everyone knows that I am the undisputed future of WWE.

And I will be the champ.

Well, neither one of you fellows are gonna be the champ.

While I hold the title.

It's Sheamus.

-Hooray! -What... What?

-It's Sheamus. -Yeah.

He's my favorite.

Hello, my friends in Denver.

In case you haven't heard,

Big Show here has earned himself a match with me tomorrow at SmackDown.

And he thinks he'll be taking my title away from me.

Boo!

I mean... Well, you're okay, but Sheamus is better.

Tomorrow night, you're going down.

You better find something else to hold your pants up.

Because you can kiss that championship belt goodbye.

I'm just waiting for you in Albuquerque, Big man.

Bring it on!

Nobody is bringing anything, anywhere tonight.

Mr. McMahon.

Oh, it's Mr. McMahon. Can you believe it?

Big show, Sheamus, as Chairman and CEO of WWE,

and your boss,

I must postpone tomorrow night's match on SmackDown.

-What? -What?

What?

A massive snowstorm is just about to hit the Denver area.

The highway patrol is closing down all roads.

Big Show, I'm afraid your title match will have to wait.

Not again, McMahon.

I've waited a long time for my chance to get the title.

I'm not letting a little frozen water get in my way.

But the bus can't drive in this weather.

Who said anything about driving?

Big Show, please.

-You gotta turn back. -Forget it, McMahon.

I'm going to be World Heavyweight Champion tomorrow night.

And nothing will stop me.

-Dumb technology. -Big Show.

Turn back.

Turn!

You want a piece of me, gravity?

You think you can take me down?

Let's get it on.

(THE JETSONS THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

* Meet George Jetson

* His boy, Elroy

* Daughter, Judy

* Jane, his wife

Oh, this is grueling labor.

I work my finger to the bone for this company

and yet I'm completely under-appreciated.

The next time I see that old miser Mr. Spacely

I'm gonna demand a raise.

Jetson!

-You're... -Oh, no, please, Mr. Spacely,

-I... I'm sorry... -Hired!

Oh, I understand completely, Mr. Spacely.

I'll clean out my office immediately.

Office, let's pack up.

No, Jetson, I said you're hired.

Hired? Haven't I been hired this whole time?

Okay, maybe that was a confusing way of phrasing this.

Point is, I need you, George Jetson,

to take on a new project.

Oh, boy! Are you talking about a promotion?

Well, if doing more work for the same money

sounds like a promotion to you.

Then let's call it a promotion. (LAUGHS)

That's exactly what I'm gonna call it.

I won't let you down, Mr. Spacely.

You better not.

-Or you're fired! -(GULPS)

Report to the shuttle bay in five minutes.

And, Jetson. No surprises!

Oh, boy! "Report to the shuttle bay."

That means a business trip.

I hope the old space suit still fits.

Last time I wore this, I was on the moon.

Guess I weighed a little less there.

Ah... There we go.

Pardon me. Coming through.

Hey, what's the big idea, George?

That guy is a galactic goofball.

More like a pain in the plutoids.

Heya, George. Here to hide out from Spacely again?

Not today. Mr. Spacely promoted me for an extra special project.

Wow! Spacely Sprockets X-9000 robots.

My new project must be hugely important.

George Jetson?

This new project is doomed.

Careful there, Benedict.

Extremely crucial project going on here.

No room for mistakes today.

No room for mistakes, huh?

Then how did they make room for you on the project?

Just gonna squeeze in here.

Okay! I'm ready to go.

Oh, I can't wait to get the details on this project.

Launch in five,

-four... -(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Three, two...

Whoa! Hold the launch.

Hold the launch. I better take this.

Hello, Mr. Jetson.

Your lovely beautiful wife is on line one.

I can't talk right now. Take a message, please.

But, Mr. Jetson, it's your wife.

Are you sure you don't want to take this?

Big project. Gotta go now. Bye.

So, where we headed?

One...

Your husband isn't available, Mrs. Jetson.

Not available like he's on his way to his son's science fair,

where he's supposed to be?

Or not available like he's putting work before his family again?

He didn't specify.

But if I were a betting woman,

I know where I'd put my money if you catch my drift.

May I take a message?

No. I'll either to talk to him when he gets here

or yell at him when he gets home.

Uh-oh. Someone's in trouble.

Look at this place.

Three cold fusion experiments and a vinegar and baking soda volcano?

No one else has anything as sophisticated as my time travel equation.

Where's Dad?

He promised he'd be here, Elroy.

He's probably just trying to find a parking spot.

Or at least he'd better be.

Wow. The surface of the earth.

So natural. So primitive.

So disgusting.

-(CLANKS) -(GROANS)

Unit one,

what on Earth are we doing on the earth?

We have been ordered to drill a hole for a new piling.

And what am I supposed to do?

You are in charge.

In charge, huh?

I like the sound of that.

Well, then. You boys get to drilling,

I'll stay here and...

-(BEEPS) -Be in charge.

Commence re-calculated drill procedure.

Ah, yes.

A lot of responsibility.

Lot of responsibility.

Mr. Jetson.

Huh? What? Who?

I wasn't sleeping. You were sleeping.

Mr. Jetson, we found something.

Well, what do you know.

There was already a hole in your hole.

Protocol states, we cannot continue drilling until our supervisor

has inspected the site and declared it safe.

Ah... Me?

Uh-huh.

Any chance I can do that from right here?

Uh-uh.

No? Oh... Okay.