01x13 - Elroy's Pal

[bunniefuu]

N Meet George Jetson M

N Daughter, Judy N

The Jetsons,

brought to you by...

Reach, space pirates,
or I'll blast you to bits.

Don't. Don't blast us,
Great Nimbus! We give up.

Attaboy, Nimbus.

Well, space pals,

Nimbus the Great
has done it again.

And the evil space pirates
from the Green Planet

have learned that it never pays
to fool with space magic!

Space magic!

"Nimbus the Greatest"
will be right back, space pals.

But first, a word about that
delicious cereal, Moonies.

Elroy, we're ready
to serve dinner.

- Tum tho television all, door.
- Oh, mom.

Another adventure's coming up.

Never mind. Your father will
be home in a few minutes.

Oh, alright.

Space pals, here's news
as hot as a rocket's trail.

Moonies are the powerized
breakfast food

for all space magicians.

And now, Moonies comes complete
with its own television set

on the back of the package.

- Aw, you're kidding.
- Here, see for yourself.

- Oh, boy!
- Pretty neat, eh, space pal?

Gee, golly. I'll say!

- Okay. Hand It back.
- Okay.

Thank you.

Now, has everybody got

their genuine miniature
Nimbus-zoombot with them?

- L ouro havo. -
Thou zoom your nimbus-zoombot

around the room once,
space pals.

Nimbus the Great to the rescue!

Zoom!

Hi, everybody, I'm home.

What the..

Hey, that thing is after me!

Help! There's a flying lizard
loose in here!

That's no lizard, dad.
That's my Nimbus-zoombot.

Well, get your
Nimbus-zoombot off of me!

Okay.

Home, Nimbus.
And no "bots."

Isn't it space-a-roo, dad?

And it didn't cost a cent.
Just box tops.

Ninety-eight box tops for that?

I'll give you cents
if you'll throw it away.

And what is that thing
on your head?

It's my Nimbus Space helmet.

All of us space pals wear 'em.

Oh, that Elroy.

Well, there's only one way to get
him away from that television set.

Watch this, dad.

Nimbus is going to do
more of his space magic.

Hey!

Why, George!
What are you doing up there?

Who's George?
I'm Nimbus the Great.

- Whatever are you talking about?
- I'm talking about Elroy.

Can't that kid do anything but
watch that silly stuff on TV?

George, you mustn't get upset.

Elroy's just going through
one of those growing-up stages.

Well, do I have to go
through it with him?

Every time I see him,
he's in front of that TV set.

Oh, relax, George, and sit down.

Now, watch it this time, Janey.

Oops!

I'm sorry, George.

Honey, that's the third time
this week you missed the chair.

What would you like me
to dial for dinner, George?

- How about some Moonies, mom?
- Moonies?

Uh-huh. Nimbus the Great
eats them all the time.

Well, you're going to eat
something nourishing.

And, Elroy, take that
silly helmet off.

Oh, mom.
Nimbus doesn't take his off.

- Nimbus doesn't live here.
- You could have fooled me.

Now what?

Uh, hiya, Mr. Jetson.
Could I talk to Elroy?

- Later, Willy. We 're having
dinner. - It's kind of important.

It's sort of like homework.

- Oh, well, alright.
- I'll get it in the living room.

You see, dear? Now, you needn't
be so worried about Elroy.

Just look how interested
he is in his schoolwork.

Yeah.

Well, maybe I've been
misjudging him.

Well, let's eat.

I turned off
the dining room phone.

- Is this business?
- I said it was important, didn't I?

Well, then we gotta give
the password first.

Right.

From the north star.

To the craters of the moon.

To the farthest reaches
of the solar system.

MN“ To tho ends of tho galaxy.

It's Space magic.

Okay, Sub Lieutenant Willy,
what's blasting?

Well, wait till you
hear it, chief.

There's this big contest, see?

All it takes is
box tops of Moonies,

and all you gotta do is write
down in words or less

why you like them.

Well, that's easy.
What's the prize?

- A visit from Nimbus the Great.
- You're kidding-

I am not. He comes right to your
home and spends the whole evening.

- Gosh! - And he does
his magic for you, and tricks.

- And he tells you about one
of his adventures. - Gee!

So, you better get busy.
I already wrote out entries.

I'll get started
right away-Thanks, Willy.

Sub-Lieutenant Willy Lightyear,
signing off.

Chief Elroy Jetson,
acknowledging.

So long, Elroy.

Hey dad, why do you
like Moonies?

Elroy, what's Moonies
got to do with your homework?

And what took you so long?
We've already finished dinner.

Oh, I'm not hungry.

- Say, dad, could you help me?
- With your homework? Sure.

I'm never too busy
to lend a helping hand.

Gee, dad, you're swell.

Now, let's see. You're working
on your space history?

Uh-uh.

- Star geometry?
- Uh-uh.

- Astrophysics?
- Uh-uh. Moonies.

Okay. Well, get out
the Moonie tapes, and we'll..

- Moonies?
- Uh-huh. The powerized breakfast food.

You said you needed
help with your homework.

No, dad, you said it.
See, this is a contest.

Well, you just won it, because I don't
understand what you're talking about.

Well, there's this contest, see?

And if you win, Nimbus the Great
visits your house.

And all you need is
box tops and words...

Elroy, Elroy, no. N-O.

Gee, pop.
Ain't you gonna help me?

With homework, yes.
With Moonies, no.

Now, get your
space history tapes out,

and not another word about that
clown, Nimbus what's-his-name.

Gee, whiz.
What a grouch!

Henry! Hey, you there, Henry?

Over here, Elroy.
I'm in my workshop.

What you doin' Henry?

I'm puttin' a new plaid
cushion on this chair here.

- Can I watch?
- Sure.

Gee, a plaid cushion.
My favorite color.

Now then..

Eh, What's on your mind,
young fella?

This is.

Moonies. Uh-huh.
And, uh...

What's Moonies?

Well, it's brand new.

Every package of Moonies has
a television set on the back.

Is that a fact?

Well, let's tune in
the spaceball game.

Joe Moon is pitchin' today.

You can't get ball games.
Only space magic shows.

You know, like,
"Nimbus the Great"?

- Say, Henry, will you help me?
- Eh, to do what?

Well, I gotta write a letter
saying why I like Moonies.

I never heard
of the stuff, Elroy.

That's why I brought
a package with me.

Here you are, Henry. Taste them,
and tell me why they're so good.

What's the matter with them?
They alive or somethin'?

That's just the energy in 'em.

They're powerized-
Go on, taste them.

Alright.

What have I got to lose?

Hmm.

Yeah, looks alright.

[gulpingl

Tastes pretty good, huh?

As soon as I stop bouncin'.
I'II tel-I-I you-u-u.

Okay. Why do you
like Moonies, Henry?

Well, I ain't sure, for sure.

I'll say one thing for 'em.
They're different.

You eat and exercise
at the same time.

- Should I write that?
- No.

I don't think
they'd appreciate that.

Let me see here.
How about, uh..

How about I like Moonies

because they're
full of get-up-and-go?

“Full of get-up-and-go"?
What does it mean?

It's for the Moonies contest.

"Get-up-and-go"?
That's very nice, Elroy.

You be sure and thank
Henry for his help.

I have a better suggestion.

Every time I see a box
of Moonies..

I get-up-and-go... away.

I like Henry's idea better.

Maybe now, he'll give
that silly stuff up.

When he doesn't win,
maybe he'll lose interest, huh?

He could win, you know.

Now, with that
drivel that Henry dreamed up?

Don't make me laugh.
"Get-up-and-go."

That went out with
high-buttoned space boots.

Boy, these three-hour
days are killin' me.

What time is it, anyway?

Oh, boy. Just a few seconds
to quittin' time.

Four, three, two, one.

Shall I get
your car, Mr. Jetson?

Never mind, Clyde,
I'm in a hurry. Thanks, anyway.

- Forget somethin', Mr. Jetson?
- Yeah.

Uh, the car.

I wonder why Jane
wanted me to rush home?

Maybe it's a
surprise party, huh?

Oh, that's it. She's throwing
a surprise party for me.

What a wife.

And now, Moonies presents
Nimbus the Great

and his adventures
in spa-a-ce magic!

But first, space pals,

we're going to
announce the winner

of the Why I Like
Moonies contest.

Gee, do you think I won?

- We'll know in a minute, Elroy.
- Now, keep your fingers crossed.

The winner is...
Elroy Jetson

of the Spacepad Apartment.

- Hurray!
- I won! I won!

Yippee!

I'm home. I'm home.
Hi, everybody.

Now, what's the
big surprise, Janie?

- Father's Day?
- Elroy won the contest, daddy.

Oh, that's great.
That's great.

Where's my Father's Day present?

- But it's not Father's Day.
- Elroy won the contest.

What is it, then?
Is it my birthday?

- It isn't your birthday, either.
- Elroy won the contest!

Oh! Oh, ho, ho.
It's Elroy's birthday.

No, it isn't, pop.

I just won the Moonies contest.

Aren't you proud
of your boy, dear?

Oh, well, I sure am.

What contest?

The Moonies contest!

Oh, no.

The one where
that Nimbus character

comes to visit the winner?

And so, space pal Elroy,
one week from today,

you will be greeting
Nimbus the Great

as he comes to spend an
exciting evening in your home!

- Wow! Isn't that great, dad?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm thrilled.

It's spa-a-ce magic!
Oh, boy.

Oh, come on, George.
It's getting late.

Turn the light out
and get to sleep.

Huh?

I'm sorry, Jane.
I guess Elroy has got me upset.

All he does is eat, sleep,

and probably dreams
that Nimbus the Great stuff.

Oh, he's a boy, dear.

And all boys have their
heroes to look up to.

Well, what happened to the way

boys used to look
up to their fathers?

- “And He looks up to you.
Goorgo. Ohm. sun.

He looks up to me once a week
to ask for his allowance.

Good night, dear.

- I'll not It.
- Is It for ma, mother?

No, Judy. It's a special
delivery for Elroy.

From the Moonie contest people.

Gee, maybe you better read it.

- It may be important.
- You're right.

"Dear space pal. Due to
circumstances beyond our control,

Nimbus the Great will be unable
to visit your home."

Oh, gosh, will Elroy
be disappointed.

As a consolation prize,
we are sending you boxes

of our powerized Moonies.

Oh, the poor darling.
This will break Elroy's heart.

I better call your father
and let him know.

Telecall for George Jetson.

Ah, thanks, Miss Asteroid.
I'll take it here.

Oh, George, George,
something awful has happened.

Huh, huh, what,
what, what, what?

- Nimbus the Great isn't coming.
- He's not?

Elroy just got a letter,
and he isn't coming.

You call that awful?

It's the best news
I've had in a week.

George, how can
you be so heartless?

Think what it means to our boy.

He'll simply disintegrate
with disappointment.

Yeah.

What an awful thing to do,
the very day Elroy expects him.

Yeah. Who does Nimbus
think he is?

He can't do that to my son.

Don't you worry, dear.
I'll take care of it.

I knew you would, dear.

I feel better already. Bye.

Disappoint Elroy, will he?

When I find him,
he better use some of that

space magic to disappear.

The nerve of that guy.

There's the place.

I'm gonna give that guy
a piece of my mind.

Oh, boy. What a cold.

A-a-a-acho-o!

I feel awful.

Come in.

Oh, excuse me. I was looking
for Nimbus the Great.

That's me.

You? You're Nimbus?

Silly, isn't it?
We've conquered space.

But we still haven't learned
to prevent the common cold.

The what?

Cold! C-O-L-D. Cold.

I have a cold in my nose.

Wow. Sorry to hear it.

What can I do for you?
You a fan of mine?

Not me. My son Elroy is,
but I wanna to talk to you.

- Say, are you sure you're Nimbus?
- Sure, I'm sure.

No offense,
but you look bigger on TV.

Everybody does.

Yeah. Well, anyway,
I came about the Moonie contest.

A-a-a-acho-o!

- Too late. The contest is over.
- I know that.

My boy Elroy
won your silly contest

and then he gets a letter
sayin' you're not gonna show up.

How can I? With a cold like
this, I'd be laid up for weeks.

But what about Elroy?

He can develop
a complex or somethin'.

I'm sorry, but what can I do?

Somebody's got to do somethin'.

What about you?

Me?

I got dozens of Nimbus costumes.
And belts, power belts.

You take my place.

That cold has gone
to your head, Nimbus.

- How can I be you?
- Easy.

I'm the fifth Nimbus on the
program in the last two years.

Anybody can be Nimbus.
It's all in the costume.

Yeah? Well, I ain't
gonna be the sixth Nimbus.

I'm taking this right up
to the top, you understand?

Your sponsor's gonna
hear about this.

Some hero. Disappointing
little boys. Shee!

Oh, dear.

A-a-a-acho-o!

If that guy gets the sponsor
angry at me, I'll lose my job.

I better get into my costume
and go see his kid.

A-a-a-acho-o!

Poor Elroy, he's
gonna be so disappointed

when he finds out
his hero has a cold.

And the nerve of that guy, tryin'
to get me to take his place.

And why not?
You're his father, aren't you?

Huh?

- Who are you?
- Your conscience, George.

Yeah? Well, what do I know about
being that silly Nimbus guy?

What's to know?

All you do is fly around
and yell, "It's spa-ace magic!"

Yeah, sure, and then Elroy
goes right on thinkin'

this Nimbus guy
is the greatest thing in space.

A-ha, now the truth comes out.
You are jealous.

Who, me?

- I am not.
- Some father.

You don't want Elroy
to have any hero, except you.

I do so. I'm not selfish.

I don't mind Elroy
admiring this Nimbus guy.

It's just that I..

I mean, I-I, uh..

I guess you're right.
I'll do it.

Good boy, Jetson.

You take my word for it,
you won't be sorry.

Okay, Nimbus.
I'll get you off the hook.

I'll play your part a...

How do you like that?
He's gone.

Probably gone home to bed.

Oh, well, I'll just borrow one
of his costumes

and return it later.

This is it. “Jason.“

This is where the boy lives.

A-a-a-acho-o!
Oh, boy!

I don't know if I
can go through with this.

But here goes.

Who is it?

It's me, space pal.
Nimbus the Great!

Nimbus! You came after all.
Come in! Come in!

It's spa-ace magic!

A-a-acho-o!

Hiya, space lady.
I'm Nimbus the Great.

You're kidding?

I assure you, my good woman.
I am Nimbus the Great.

Oh, no offense,
but you look bigger on TV.

Everybody does, lady.
Now, where is your little boy?

I'll get him. Oh, Elroy,
you have a visitor.

A visitor? Who?

- Wow! It's Nimbus!
- Hiya, space pal.

It's spa-a-ace ma-a-cho-o!

- Gesundheit.
- Thanks, pal.

I got a little cold in my nose...

You got a cold?

Yes. I caught it when I captured
those space pirates on the moon.

- You wanna hear about it?
- Uh-huh, I guess so.

Then you go get
a hot-water bottle,

and I'll tell you
about the pirates.

A hot-water bottle?

Never mind, Elroy.
I'll get it.

Boy, do I feel silly
in this outfit.

I hope that Nimbus guy

appreciates what
I'm doin' for him.

Ah-ah-ah. You're doing this for Elroy.
Remember that, George Jetson.

I know, I know.
Get off my back.

Well, I gotta go now.

I have an important meeting
with the Solar Secret Service.

Farewell, space pal!

- From the North Star.
- To the craters of the moon.

To the farthest reaches
of the solar system.

A-a-acho-o!

Gee, he didn't even
finish the password.

Well, maybe he had a secret job
to start right away.

Yeah.

He sure looks bigger
on television, doesn't he?

Elroy, now that Nimbus
has been here..

I think you should know
your father is responsible.

Dad? What do you mean?

Well, at first,
Nimbus wasn't going to come.

But your father got angry,
and I don't know what he did,

but Nimbus was here, wasn't he?

Gee, dad did that for me?

He didn't want you
to be disappointed, dear.

Come in.

It's spa-ace magic!

Ouch!

Hey, mom, that's dad.

- What's he tryin' to do?
- Beats me.

But don't let on we know.

Well, hiya, Elroy.
Sorry about your wall.

Hey, how come
you know my name, Nimbus?

Huh? Oh, uh...

The Great Nimbus
knows everything.

Except that the real Nimbus
was already here.

Would you like to hear about
one of my adventures, space pal?

Oh, that would be swell, Nimbus.
You know what?

You're a lot bigger
and stronger than..

Bigger than what?

- Than you look on television.
- Really? Thanks, space pal.

Now, let's see.
How about the adventure of-of...

The one where you trapped
the space pirates?

Uh, yeah.

And then they trapped you
while you were asleep?

That's it. Uh.
What happened then?

Then their queen tried to
put a magic spell on you, see?

But you put one on her instead.

- I dld?
- Come on, d...

I mean, Nimbus.

Sit down, and I'll tell you
all about it.

Well, it's been a pleasure
visiting you, space pal.

But now I gotta
get back to Planet X.

- Goodbye.
- So long, Nimbus.

- And thanks for everything.
- Oh, you're welcome.

And remember.
It's spa-ace magic!

Uh, sorry about your door, too.

Oh, my achin' head.

But, if it made Elroy happy,
I guess it was worth it.

- Come in.
- Come in.

Hi, son. Well, was your
television hero here today?

He sure was, and he's terrific.

Yeah, you should have been here.

Well, I'm sorry I missed him.

I guess he must
be a pretty great guy, huh?

- I'll say.
- Yeah.

Greatest guy
in the world, I suppose.

- No, he isn't.
- No?

You are, dad.

You're the greatest guy
in the whole galaxy.

That's my boy who said that.

Ahem!

- What did I tell you, Georgie?
- I know.

And thanks, pal.

Come on, Elroy. If we hurry,

we can catch
the Great Nimbus and his..

Spa-a-ace magic!

The Jetsons,

brought to you by...

Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Jane!

Help! Jane!