01x12 - Astro's Top Secret

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N Meet George Jetson M

N Daughter, Judy N

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This is a heartwarming story

of that delicate
and tender relationship

which exists between
a man and his faithful dog.

Our story begins here,

in the home of
Mr. and Mrs. George Jetson.

Will you get
the heck out of here?

George, I wish you
wouldn't shout at Astro.

He's awfully sensitive.

And I wish he'd keep
his clammy paws off of me.

Now, can he help
it if he's so friendly?

If he gets any friendlier,
he'll throw me a bone.

Ra tone?

But our story
really begins some distance away

at the Moonside Country Club

where two industrial giants

are engaged
in a bitter cold w*r.

I gotta hand it to you, Spacely.

You've got a lot of gumption,

challenging me
to a round of golf.

Heh, sort of like a flea
challenging an elephant.

How'd you like to go home with
a mouthful of divots, Cogswell?

[New. uh.
Don't got to“. South].

It's only natural that
you'd want to whip me at golf,

seeing as you can't
whip me at business.

For your information, Cogswell,

we at Spacely Sprockets
are about to put

Cogswell Cosmic Cogs
out of business.

Again?
What is it this time?

You gonna blow up the plant?

Boy, what a sh*t!

I can't even see the ball.

Let's see you top
that sh*t, Cogswell.

Hit me with that backswing
again, and I'll use a niblick on you.

Now, try again.
You missed the ball completely.

That was just a practice swing.

Eh, guess I better switch
to a number three driver.

There, now I
oughta be able to hit it.

Here goes.

Hey look, I made it.

The ball's landing on the green.

Might as well face it, Spacely.

You're a born loser.

I think I'll paint your picture
on my golf ball, Cogswell.

It could take ten strokes
off my game.

You know, Spacely,

you haven't tried
putting Cogswell Cogs

out of business for a long time.

I know. I've been sick.

So, what gimmick
are you gonna try this time?

Don't worry.
You'll find out in time

to pick up your
unemployment check.

Hot dog!
A hole in one!

Boy, that guy burns me up.

Now, look, Spacely,

a hole in one is a hole in one.

Not off my head, it ain't.

You're supposed to holler “fore"
before you swing.

Oh, you mean like this?

Fore!

How's that?

Well, that wasn't bad,
but it's more like this.

Fore!

You realize, of course..

This means total w*r, Spacely.

Good. It'll be a pleasure to
turn your place into a garage.

Maybe I'll give you
a job parking cars.

Go ahead.
Make jokes, Cogswell.

You'll wow them,
down at the unemployment line.

And so, the cold
w*r flared into a sh**ting w*r

between Cogswell Cogs
and Spacely Space Sprockets.

There 's only
one thing worse than w*r.

And that's business.

Spacely has declared
business on us, Harlan.

So I want you to sneak
over to his plant

and start snooping around.

- Snooping, sir?
- Ah, that's right.

But-but isn't that slightly
unethical, sir?

Are you challenging me
again, Harlan?

Oh, no, sir. No, sir.

But-but what should I put
on my time card, sir?

Charge it to research.
What else?

Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir. Sir.

Spacely has got
some scheme cooking

to put me out of business.

You find out what it is
and report back to me.

Now, scram.

Right, sir. Roger and out.
Prepare for liftoff.

Contact. Start the countdown.

Five, four, three...

Knock it off, Harlan.

Yes, sir.

Meanwhile,
back at the Spacely camp,

feverish preparations
were also being made

for the impending clash
of the two tycoons.

Me and my big, fat mouth.

I better get Jetson up here.
He may have some ideas.

- You called, sir?
- Jetson, this is an emergency.

Cogswell has declared w*r on us,

and I want you to come up
with a sure-fire gimmick

to put him out
of business permanently.

Is that all? How soon
do you want this done?

No hurry.

Anytime in the next
five minutes is fine.

Five minutes?

But, Mr. Spacely,
it's quitting time.

Oh, that's a funny way to
turn in your resignation, Jetson.

A resignation? I
was only kidding, sir.

I could work at home, I guess.

Good. I want this whole
project wrapped up

and Cogswell out
in the street by morning!

Now, move!

You really think it's necessary
to wipe him out, sir?

Are you questioning my
brilliant judgment, Jetson?

- Oh, no, sir.
- Good.

Now, get back
to your grindstone.

Gee. I better report
this to Mr. Cogswell.

This is secret agent X- .

Reporting into headquarters

on ultra-frequency band

with vital information.
Roger. Over and...

Will you knock it off?

Sorry, sir.
Sir. Sir. Sir.

You have been
watching too many TV shows.

Now, give me your report

without the fancy
frills and tinsel.

Yes, sir. Well, sir,
Spacely's man Jetson

is taking the project
home to complete.

What shall I do now,
Mr. Cogswell?

What else?

Tail Jetson home
and find out what he's up to.

- Now, get going.
- Right, sir.

This is secret agent X-
signing off.

- Over and... -
Now, cut that out!

Yes, sir!
Gee whiz!

Bosses have
no feeling for drama.

Now, let me see.

Company A wants to put
Company B out of business.

George?
George, what are you doing?

I'm working. What else?

Oh, but you promised never to
bring your work home with you.

Well, I'm on the spot.

Rah. Ron the rot.

I gotta come up with a gimmick
to put our rival Cogswell

out of business.
Or I'll be out of business.

And we wouldn't last long
on unemployment checks, either.

A thousand a week don't stretch
very far these days.

Rat's right.

What do you mean,
"that's right"?

What are you doing here, anyway?
Now, come on. Get out of here.

- Roo ron't rove re.
- Oh, I do too love you.

It's just that I'm busy,
that's all.

Now, be a man's best friend
and get out of here.

Oh, really, George!

Elroy, will you play with Astro
while your daddy works?

Sure, mom.
Come on Astro.

I got somethin' to show you.

Oh, boy, maybe now
I can get some work done.

Look, Astro.

This is my new remote-control,
flying model space car.

I'll show you how It works.

[gulpingl

Hey, Astro!

What did you do with my car?

Ri rallowed rit.

You swallowed it?

- Rello.
- Hello.

Don't bother me, Astro.

Astro! Hey, what's
going on here?

Astro swallowed
my flying space car, Dad.

Oh, gm t. Hon, glvo mo that.
I ! got him down.

We'll have to take him to the vet
tomorrow to get your space car back.

Boy! This secret-agent
stuff is exciting!

Now to find out
what Jetson is up to.

Good heavens!

Ro roy!
Ris is reat!

It is fun, isn't it?

Jetson has invented
an antigravity machine

and he's controlling his dog
with that instrument!

Okay, Astro. Ride's over.
Down, boy.

Huh?

Sorry to let you down so hard, Astro.

That's a joke. Get it?

Reah.

I'd better report
this to Mr. Cogswell.

This is secret agent X-
calling Mr. Cogswell.

Come in, Mr. Cogswell.

- Ah, what is it, Harlan? -
What's the password, sir?

Look, jughead,
it's me, Cogswell!

Mm-mm, could be a clever
disguise. Spies are sneaky.

Well, I ain't no sneaky spy.

Then what's the password, sir?

Harlan, you are fired!

After you complete this mission,
of course.

Now, uh, uh,
What did you find out?

Well, sir, George Jetson

has perfected
an antigravity machine.

- Why, you're kidding!
- Oh, no, sir. No, sir.

He's test-hopping
his dog right now.

It's, it's fantastic!

His dog, eh?

Harlan, if you can get
that dog over here

for debriefing
and interrogation,

you can have your job back.

Oh, gee, thanks,
Mr. Cogswell, sir.

Alright. Get going. Roger.
Cogswell signing off.

Over and ou..
I'll be just..

Now you got me doing it.
Just get going, will you?

Yes, sir. At once, sir.

Hey, Dad, I took Astro
outside for his walk.

Um, what should I do now?

Go play with something
quiet, will you, please, Elroy?

Okay.

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roh rere ran re ree N

Now, then. This top sirloin
ought to fetch me

one dog full of top secrets.

Roh, roy!

I got him!
Whoops!

Rey! Rat's roing ron?

You know what's going on.

And you're coming with me,
understand?

Uh-uh.

Now, come along. Heel!

Boy, the things I do
for my measly salary. Ooh!

Good work, Harlan.

You have got a good grip
on the situation.

Moonstone here will find out
what makes this dog tick...

uh, fly.

You may release
the dog now, Harlan.

- Ready, Moonstone?
- Ready, Mr. Cogswell.

I'll start with
the third degree.

Rird reree?

No cheating.

Okay, dog, start talking.

- Ri rain't ralking. -
You ain't talking, eh?

Not even for
a juicy space burger?

Try that again and I'll report
you to the S.P.C.H.

Rh at' s rat?

Society for Prevention
of Cruelty to Humans.

- So knock it off!
- Row rabout rat?

Now, what about this
antigravity formula you have?

Ri ron't row.

Where were you on the night
of January th, fella?

What kind of a question is that?

Stay out of this,
will you, Harlan?

Yes, sir.

Now, what's the matter?

- Ri'm raraid rof rhe rark.
- Afraid of the dark, eh?

Turn on the lights, Moonstone.

Are you trying to get
the S.P.C.A. on our backs?

Got any more brilliant ideas?

Well, sir.
There is Marilyn.

Rararyn?

Rerro, rig roy.

Who, re?

Mm-hmm.

Roh, roy!

Now, listen dog.

If you wanna meet
that little number..

- I can arrange It.
- Yeah?

Yeah. All you got
to do is start talking.

- Ralking?
- That's right.

Re“ .

You getting all this down,
Moonstone?

Oh, yes, sir.

Good. Keep talking, dog.

Rand rats all.

And that's all.
Splendid. Splendid.

Uh, read that back to me,
Moonstone.

Yes, sir.

Oh, knock it off, Moonstone.

You and your brilliant ideas.
Bah!

Now what is it, Elroy?
You know I'm busy.

It's Astro, Dad.
I can't find him anywhere.

Now, don't worry.
He's probably asleep somewhere.

I'II turn the control to flying
and wake him up.

Now, listen, dog.

There's no reason why you and me
can't be true buddies, right?

Right. Roo ruddies.

And ruddies, uh,
I mean, buddies,

don't keep secrets
from each other, right?

- Right.
- He's flying! He's flying!

That's what he was doing
when I first saw him, sir.

Incredible!

Do something, you guys!

Don't leave me
hung up here like this!

You better let go, sir.

Okay.

Geronimo!

Well, men, let's face it.

Spacely has finally
made good his thr*at.

We're licked, finished, through!

Might as well call
Spacely and.-.congratulate him.

Might be able to work out

some decent
surrender terms that way.

Miss Jupiter, get me Space“,
on the a“, fight away.

Boy. What a big hassle
to fix a sandwich these days.

You gotta be a regular engineer.
Let me see.

Cheese, lettuce,

tomatoes, pickles, onions,

ham, rye bread and mustard.

Yeah. That should do it.

Not bad.

Maybe I should have been
a short-order chef.

Mr. Cogswell on
the air for you, Mr. Space/y.

Uh, how are you, Spacely?

I mean, Mr. Spacely, sir.

Forget the sarcasm, Cogswell.

I surrender. You whipped
me fair and square.

I did?

You sure did.

That invention
of Jetson's is unbeatable.

It is? I mean,
of course, it is.

Well, if you ever need
an extra vice president,

I'm available and humbled, sir.

So long, Mr. Spacely.

I don't get it. Unless...

unless maybe Jetson
did come up with something.

Oh, I better get over
to his place quick

before he goofs it.

Boy. I sure would like to know
what makes that pooch fly.

That Jetson must
be a mechanical genius.

Wow! Look at him go!

He's gone!

Hey, where you goin' chief?

If I'm going out of business,
I gotta right to know why.

I'm tailing that dog.

Taxi, follow that dog.

Oh, for goodness' sake.
I'll get my own car.

Move over, pal. On this trip,
you have got company.

Rompany?

Yeah, Rompany.

Oh, it's no use. [just
can't come up with an idea

to put Cogswell Cogs
out of business.

Oh, Mr. Spacely's
gonna be awful sore.

I'll get fired for sure.

Come in.

George, my boy, congratulations!

I knew you'd do it.

I never doubted for a
moment you wouldn't come through.

I'm proud of you.

You're, you're proud of me?

I always said to myself,
"Keep an eye on Jetson.

He's a natural-born
vice president."

You did?
I mean, I am?

Well, let's have it, George.
I mean, V.P.

Tell me how you put
Cogswell Cogs out of business.

Out of business?
I don't get it. I-I-I...

- Astro, you're back!
- So, that's it.

Brilliant, George,
simply brilliant.

You've solved
the gravity problem.

Gravity problem?

Huh, you're mistaken, sir.
I'm only...

May I come in?

Gentlemen.

Cogs well!

I don't want to intrude,

but I would like to extend
my personal congratulations

to your man Jetson.

That is, if you
don't mind, Mr. Spacely.

Quiet, Cogswell.

You're interrupting
my new vice president

who is demonstrating
our new product.

Sorry, Mr. Spacely, sir.

Trouble with you,
Cogswell, is that you got no class.

Proceed, George.

Oh, now, listen, Mr. Spacely,
this isn't what you think it is.

Nonsense, Jetson.
Go on with the demonstration.

Very well, sir.

Ruh-oh!

Hurray! Oh, you did it, Dad!

You got Astro to cough up
my toy space car.

Well, Cogswell?

What do you think of our..

Toy space car?

What is this, Jetson?
Some kind of a gag?

I tried to tell you,
Mr. Spacely.

Astro swallowed
my boy's toy space car.

That's what I was controlling
with this machine.

Here, look. I'll show you.

Why, you snake in the grass.

Pulling a phony stunt like that.

Well, I was wise
to you all along.

Just one of Jetson's jokes,
you understand, Cogswell.

Yeah. He 's a riot.

If you like sick jokes.

So long, Spacely.

And keep those models flying.

Jetson, you're fired!

Yes, of course, sir.

As soon as I finish my homework,
I'll play with you, Astro.

Raw, sheesh.

It won't take long.
I'm using my oral computer.

Roral computer?

Uh-huh! I'll show you.
Listen.

The square
root of an isosceles triangle

is the sum total
of side A times side B.

The radius
of an elongated circle

is half of the circumference.

Ruh, ru rares?

Huh?

Elementary
fusion is analytic mathematics.

Oh, Astro. Not again.

You better tell dad
you swallowed the computer.

He'll know what to do.

Therapeutic and
relative deduction principles

in varying inverted forces.

Roh, ro!

You're not only fired, Jetson,

but you'll hear from
my attorneys in the morning!

Digital operational
figures are converted into decimals.

Ah-ah-ah!

The theory of relativity
is based on relative time.

Why, Jetson,
that dog is brilliant.

Oh, I get it.

You harnessed
that dog's brain for science.

Who, me?

Oh. you an a sly om. Gaunt.

Throwing Cogswell off-course
the way you did.

That was beautiful,
just beautiful.

But I didn't!

Sun spots have
a definite bearing on weather.

You know, something like
this could replace humans.

Have that dog on my desk
first thing in the morning.

So long, Vice President Jetson.

(Was that Mr. Space“), George?

Uh-huh.

- Well, how did it go?
- Just great.

I've been made vice president,
thanks to Astro.

Astro? What did he have
to do with it?

X minus Y equals
the square root of a triangle.

Did you get
my computer yet, Dad?

Your computer?

Yeah. Astro swallowed it.

Venus is ,
light-years from point X.

You mean that's why..

Because"

And Spacely thinks that..

- Oh, no!
- Something wrong, dear?

Nothing that a new
job wouldn't take care of.

Alright. Come on, everybody.
We're all going out to dinner.

Why all of a sudden?

Because while I'm
vice president,

we might as well live it up.

Tomorrow's gonna
be along, long day.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.
Oh, boy.

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Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Jane!

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