Tip:
Highlight text to annotate it
X
SINGERS: Meet George Jetson
His boy, Elroy
Daughter, Judy
Jane, his wife
Every so often, I just gotta take an afternoon off.
It's good therapy.
The family's gonna be so happy to see me home early...
...I can hardly wait.
I'm a lucky kind of guy. My life is good.
Everything's going my way. It's perfect.
Who could ask for anything more? I've got it all.
A nice home, a terrific family that loves me.
A dog, a maid.
And even a live-in alien.
I lead the kind of life most people just dream about.
There's nothing like coming home to a warm, loving family...
...after a day working in the salt mines.
In this high-speed, high-tech, hyper world...
...family life is the only refuge.
Be it ever so humble, ha-ha, there's no place like home.
Hmm. I gotta remember to get that ejection seat adjusted.
Ahh. Home sweet home.
Okay, everybody, Mr. Number-One is home.
Start the celebration.
Hey, what kind of a welcome is this?
Where is everyone?
What about the hugs and kisses?
The pipe and slippers? The big welcome home.
I thought we had a tight family unit around here.
[BARKING]
ASTRO: Welcome home, George.
GEORGE: Ugh. Thanks, Astro.
I appreciate the touching sentiment...
...but do you have to be so physical?
I'm sorry.
Where's the family, anyway?
-Look, they left a message. -Great.
I take an afternoon off and come home to a recorded message.
Hello, George.
Judy and I went shopping at a mall in the distant galaxy.
Elroy's at the space park with Orbitty.
Rosie's running errands.
We'll be home for dinner with a few surprises for all. Bye.
I hate shopping surprises. They always cost me money.
Slow down, Judy.
This isn't the Indianapolis 500,000.
Mom, I'm only Mach 5. The limit is the speed of light.
That's still too fast when you're a student driver.
How far is the planet Bevdayo, Mom?
Just east of Orion...
...in the high-fashion, trendy section of the galaxy.
Boy, are the kids at school gonna envy...
...my super-chic, new-wave wardrobe from Bevdayo.
JANE: It's the absolute pinnacle of high-fashion shopping.
JUDY: I hear it runs rings around Saturn.
JANE: And it's even more with it than Venus.
JUDY: Wow. This is real upscale spending.
JANE: Fortunately, we're armed with unlimited credit.
Wow.
They really do draw from all the planets.
Look at those terrifically bizarre and weird people.
These are the true fashion pacesetters of our whole galaxy.
If it's not from Bevdayo...
...it's not happening in the world of style.
Check out those spacy shops. So in, so now, so today.
-So let'*** it. -Charge.
No. Cash.
Oh, thank you for the makeup kit, Mom.
You're welcome.
We better head home.
I guess we have something for everyone.
I'll say. Presents for Daddy, Elroy, Astro.
But, Mom, you didn't get anything for yourself.
What do you think, Judy? Do they look too flashy?
No, Mom. They are totally radical and super cool.
Please, please, please. Don't touch the merchandise.
Unless you plan to buy it.
Sorry. How much are these dark glasses?
Really, you people from smaller planets have all the nerve.
It's so gauche to talk price.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, I must have these darling glasses.
Designer viewers, if you please.
These lenses have very unique visual capabilities.
We're very selective as to whom they are sold.
Oh, I just love that snobbish, elitist attitude.
I'll take them.
Congratulations, Madam Humanoid, but I must warn you.
Through these viewers...
...you will see life in a very different way.
Quite different.
JUDY: Oh, we'll be the fashion envy of Orbit City, Mom.
I can't wait to see how thrilled George will be...
...with the Bevdayo suit I bought him.
That's for Halloween, right?
I gave the clerk your measurements...
...and asked for their best custom-made suit.
Thank heaven you didn't buy it off the rack.
There are no racks in a swanky place like Bevdayo.
Bevdayo?
That glittery, overpriced, trendy planet?
It's a rip-off.
It's not a rip-off. It's chic.
Up there, it's chic to get ripped off.
Alright, so the suit is a bit off-line.
Loosen up, George.
Bevdayo is the glitzy fashion center of today.
Sounds more like the loony bin of all time.
Well, how about this exquisite designer putter?
Thanks, Jane, but it looks like the guy...
...who designed the suit branched out.
JANE: It's self-putting.
Elroy, I also have something for you.
Oh, boy.
My megabyte-science-encyclopedia computer chip, right, Mom?
Better than that, Elroy.
It's a beautiful Bevdayo designer guitar.
Oh, gee, thanks, Mom.
JANE: It's self-playing. You just touch the on button.
But I'm beyond solo guitar music.
I'm more into synthetic-lunar rocket roll.
Glad you like it, dear.
Why don't you give this to Judy? She's the musical space case.
I got Judy a gift.
A self-applying Bevdayo makeup kit.
[GUITAR PLAYING]
Elroy, turn that thing off.
I'd love to, but it won't turn off.
The designer only gave it a on button.
Well, it's pressing my nerve button. So shut that thing up.
I can't.
And, Astro? Astro?
This is for you.
Exclusive Bevdayo designer-label dog shampoo.
Thanks a lot.
No offense, Mom...
...but I'm designing my own way to turn it off.
[MUSIC STOPS]
Oh, what a relief.
I guess you got a lemon, Elroy.
You didn't do so well yourself, Dad.
Mom. Look at me.
This is set for faces from Bevdayo.
That's the price we pay to be up-to-the-minute fashionable.
Oh! Ow! Ugh!
Look at this.
[MUTTERS INCOHERENTLY]
What did you get yourself, Mom?
These totally-in Bevdayo designer glasses...
...with a blushing pink tint.
With those frames, I can see why they blush.
Do I look in?
No. You look out. Ha-ha-ha.
Well, everything looks perfectly normal...
...except for the pink tinge.
Rosie, how thoughtful of you to bring us lemonade.
GEORGE: Are you okay, Jane? -Of course.
Have some lemonade, George.
Lemonade? Jane, who are you talking to?
Don't be silly. I was talking to Rosie.
Rosie? Jane, Rosie isn't here.
Well, I, at least, have the courtesy...
...to thank Rosie for her--
-Where did she go? -Where did who go?
Who? Rosie.
She was right here.
Thought you might like some lemonade, folks.
Rosie, weren't you just here?
No. I was in the kitchen looking for lunar lemons.
I can't understand it.
I put on these glasses and I saw you enter--
Rosie? Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine, Mrs. J. How are you?
-Rosie, but I saw you trip. -Really, Mrs. J.
The closest I've come to a trip is when I went to Jupiter...
...on a robot singles tour. Ugh!
JANE: George, I do not need to see a head doctor.
I am not bonkers.
Well, maybe you should see an eye doctor.
But I saw Rosie trip. Before she tripped the second time.
The second time was the first time.
It was the power of suggestion.
It's glary out here.
You told Rosie you saw her trip.
So being highly suggestible, she tripped.
That's the logical explanation, Jane.
George, would you say our space car is highly suggestible too?
GEORGE: Oh, that's ridiculous.
We're lucky it takes a suggestion to start.
Well, it's about to get hit.
Jane, I'm afraid you've become a mental wreck.
JANE: I'm not a wreck. Our car is.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Jane, poor Jane.
There's nothing wrong with our car.
[CRASH]
Sorry.
Hey, I get it. Those wacko, Bevdayo designer glasses.
They're tuned into the immediate future.
Incredible.
So that's what the sales creature meant...
...when he said they had unique visual capabilities.
Unique? Wow.
With those, you can actually see into the future.
Fantastic.
It's unbelievable.
It's more than that. It's, it's--
Gesundheit. Here, use my handkerchief.
I don't need your handkerchief. Ah-choo!
-Ready, George? GEORGE: Ready.
You're coming out with a green lampshade on your head.
Right. That is miraculous.
Just like I saw through the glasses. They're sure fire.
ELROY: My turn, Mom.
You are going to enter the room on Astro's shoulders...
...juggling bananas.
ELROY: Right.
Boy, it would have been impossible to have guessed that.
That's terrific.
What am I gonna be holding, Mom?
I see you holding a dust cloth. I see you cleaning your room.
Wrong. It was my stuffed panda.
Hey, Mom, you weren't even wearing your glasses.
Right, because I'm now telling you to go clean your room.
Ohh!
Okay, okay, let me try them.
I've gotta see this for myself.
Huh. I'm seeing the same thing with them or without them.
Naturally. They're personally sized only for me.
Come on, Jane, we're gonna field-test these future glasses.
GEORGE: Well, what do you see, Jane?
A space garbage truck is going to dump...
...its entire load on two innocent people.
I better warn that policeman.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
Honey, where were the two innocent people...
...you saw buried in the garbage?
Right where you're standing.
Okay, let's give it another look.
Hey, wait. Why don't we do some forecasting...
...where it will really pay off?
At the race track.
Oh, George, you're so clever. We'll make a fortune.
JANE: This is so exciting.
I've never seen an alien horse race.
Oh, darn. We missed the first race.
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: And the winner is Mold Odor.
Number two is Galloping Glob...
...followed by Massive Golden Meatball.
Hey! I won.
Stick with me, buddy, and you'll be a winner too.
I feel extra lucky today.
Yeah? Well, so do I, pal, so do I.
Guess I'll take a peek at the second race.
I bet it looks good for us. Ha-ha-ha!
Take my advice, pal.
The winning alien in the next one...
...is number four, Squalid Solid.
Thanks, but we've got our own system.
ANNOUNCER: The aliens are at the gate.
Keep your fingers crossed.
And my toes are crossed.
Squalid Solid always does real good on zero-gravity tracks.
Can't lose.
And they're off.
It's Meteor Mess taking the lead on the first turn.
Galloping Glob coming up fast.
Oh, and moving up on the inside is Rampant Rock.
I'm telling you, pal, put it all on Squalid Solid.
ANNOUNCER: Galloping Glob and Rock
and it's Rampant Rock by a length.
Bet Rampant Rock, George.
How did Squalid Solid do?
Last.
Rampant Rock on the nose to win. Ha-ha-ha.
Rampant Rock paid 20-to-1. We made 200 already.
George, look at those two men. They're staring at us.
GEORGE: Naturally, Jane. Everybody loves a winner.
Now, who wins the next race?
ANNOUNCER: And the winner of the third race is Pluto's Pride.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE & CROWD CHEERING]
Just like I saw it. Isn't this fantastic?
How much did we win?
Incredible. At 40-to-1, 6000.
Oh, how wonderful.
George, don't look now, but they're staring at us again.
GEORGE: Who? -Those men, George.
Do you think they're after our winnings?
You're overly imaginative.
Forget those guys. Who's the next winner?
[GRUMBLES]
Oh, George, how much do we have now?
Two hundred grand. I should have brought a suitcase.
Two hundred thousand.
George, they're back.
Who are they? I'm scared.
Excuse me, mister, but do you know who those two men are?
Them? Yeah, I see them here all the time.
They always get their share of everybody's winnings.
Oh, boy. Trouble.
I think they're gangsters.
We mustn't get paranoid, Jane.
But, George, they know exactly how much we've won.
GEORGE: And nobody wins as big as we have.
Right. No telling what they'll do to us.
We better get out of here.
Wait. We know we're leaving.
What we don't know is if they're going to follow.
Hey, yeah, take a look and see...
...if we can sneak out without them.
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
-What did you see? -Those men.
They'll be running after us faster than Cosmic Corker.
Who's Cosmic Corker?
-The winner of the next race. -We only have one hope.
Plastic surgery and move to a distant galaxy?
No. I might have a way.
Hey, buddy, I've got the winner...
...of the big featured race for you.
No way, pal. I've got the winner.
I bet my house, my car, my savings...
...everything on Star Stuff.
Figures. Now, look, would you take a little side bet?
Sure. What else can I lose?
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
ANNOUNCER: And they're off and running.
Taking the lead is Cosmic Corker...
...followed by Hurdling Hop...
...with Star Stuff bringing up the rear.
[IN DEEP VOICE] Excuse me, pardon. Excuse me.
GEORGE: Are they following?
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Not with these glasses.
-But I better try it with these. -That's the girl.
We'll be able to stay one jump ahead of them...
...as long as you have those.
Oh, my. George, don't step on the--
GEORGE: What? -The glasses.
Now we have no way of knowing if they're following us.
Yes, we have, George.
I can see them with these glasses in real time.
Yow!
GEORGE: Do you see them? -No, I think we've--
Yes, yes, there they are.
Hang on. I'm gonna floor this thing.
-They're still there? JANE: I think you lost them.
There they are, George.
I'll take a swing around the moon...
...and maybe we can shake them.
Still there?
JANE: It's hard to tell.
Space is black and their car is black.
No, they're gone.
We lost them.
Oh, I've never been so relieved in all my life.
You really didn't think that anybody could catch up
with old Fiery Flash, did you?
George, we've almost forgotten. We're rich.
GEORGE: Two hundred thousand dollars. Whoopee!
Maybe this afternoon I'll pop down...
...and buy a much bigger and better space car than this.
And I want to have the whole apartment redecorated.
Why not wait a day or two until we take over the penthouse?
Darn right. And we deserve a little change.
I think we need the penthouse and the three floors below it.
We do, George.
We'll need the extra landing pads
for a new car for me and one for Judy.
Absolutely. This measly landing space is too small.
[YELPING]
Hi, guys.
You can have all our money.
We don't want all your money.
Really? What do you want?
Don't provoke them, Jane.
We just want our legitimate share.
-Your share? -But I don't understand.
We're from the IRS.
You mean the Interspace Revenue Service?
At your service.
Oh, thank goodness.
I never thought I'd be glad to see a taxman.
What a relief, George.
This means we don't have to give the money back.
Whoopee! We're still rich.
Not quite.
Heh-heh-heh. Taxes "R" Us.
Let's see, with income averaging over three fiscal years...
...minus the capital gain, there.
And the rest is all yours.
Well, thanks for your cooperation.
Be seeing you.
How much did they leave us?
Two dollars.
Well, you said we needed a little change.
And that sure is a little change.
George, Elroy, Judy. The glasses I ordered are here.
Oh, boy.
I ordered a pair for each of us so we can see into the future.
I'm dying to try them.
-Hey, I'm not seeing the future. -You're not?
I'm seeing someplace where men's suits have this weird trunk...
...where the head should be.
-That's Bevdayo. -Or my closet.
Here's yours, George.
These are fluky too.
You're not seeing the future?
Nope. The past.
I'm seeing you hand out the glasses to Elroy and now to me.
I'll be darned.
Judy, try yours.
Oh, my gosh. I'm seeing your bones.
These are x-ray glasses.
Well, let's hope mine work.
Oh, for heaven's sake.
What is it, Mom? Can you see the future?
Yes, I'm seeing the future, alright.
Oh, this is priceless.
[LAUGHING]
What is so hilarious in our immediate future?
[CHUCKLES]
That's just it. It's not the immediate future.
It's the distant future. You're all ancient.
Ha-ha-ha. This is a scream.
These glasses are priceless.
Oh, wait.
I'll bet this will be even funnier.
No. It can't be.
[LAUGHING]