01x23 - Dude Planet

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N Meet George Jetson N'

N His boy, Elroy M

N Daughter, Judy M

N Jane, his wife NM

The Jetsons.

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Okay, hold it, Mac.

Steady!

Steady!

More to the right.

Now to the left.
That's it!

Take it away!

Miss Asteroid,
what's going on out there?

Who's making all that racket?

Oh, it's just a building
going up next door, Mr. Spacely.

Sounds more like
a building coming down.

Hmm. Someone bought that empty lot
next do-o-o-r.

Well, one good thing about this:

Nobody could sleep
through this racket,

not even Jetson.

Jetson.

Jetson.

- Jetson!
- What?! What?!

Oh, hi, boss.

Don't "hi, boss" me.

Why don't you just
move a bed in here?

Huh?
Uh, where would we put It?

It's pretty crowded already.

It'll be less crowded
after you're fired.

Now get to work
and start pushing some buttons.

Or are you trying
to let that blowhard

Cogswell catch up with us?

Oh, never, Mr. Spacely.

Hmm. I wonder who's putting up
that building next door.

I'll say this for the builder.

He's getting the job done fast.

Yes, siree.

Not like back in the old days

when it took them a week
to put up a building.

Hey, look, boss,
they're putting up the sign.

Now, we'll find out
who our neighbors are gonna be.

"S-G-O-C. "

Sgoc?

Well, what kind
of a word is that?

Maybe It's a foreign company.

Llewsgoc.

Must be a new product.

Oh, don't be ridiculous, Jetson.

"Sgocllewsgoc."

Cogswell Cogs?!

Oh, It wasn't foreign after all.

Cogswell Cogs?

Why... why... why,
that building belongs to Cogswell.

He's moving next door
so he can spy on us.

No wonder his building
is so close.

Get to work, Jetson,
and no more goofing off!

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Ah, he's gone.
Oh, boy.

What a sl*ve driver.

Jetson! Caught you again.

Now, stop goofing off
on my time!

Your time!
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Oh, boy.
One Spacely Is enough,

but six are positively sickening.

Yes?
Yes, Miss Sunspot?

A Mr. Spacely is
on his way in, Mr. Cogswell.

I am busy!

I tried to tell him,
but he just kept going.

You're darn right, I kept going.

What are you trying
to pull, Cogswell?

Well, if it isn't
the ex-king of sprockets.

What do you mean, "ex"?

Cogswell's crummy cogs
never saw the day

they could compete
with my sprockets!

Spacely,
you've still got one chance.

Sign a merger agreement

and I'll find some minor place
for you in my organization.

Never!

Better sign.

Otherwise, you'll be out of business
so fast your head'II spin.

You mean like this?

No. I mean more like this.

Stick around
if you want some more lumps.

Meanwhile, you better sign.

Never.

In that case,
sorry to see you leave.

- Hey! Let me out of here!
- If you insist.

Jetson, we've got to keep Cogswell
from snooping on us.

Here's a blueprint
of our property and Cogswell's.

See if we can put up
a -story fence

to keep him from spying on us.

Any questions?

Uh, just one, boss.
How do you read a blueprint?

You got the whole night
to learn.

- I want them back tomorrow.
- But, but, but...

That's a funny way
to resign, Jetson.

But I've got tickets.

After three years,
I finally managed

to get two seats
for My Space Lady.

- Yeah.

Well, that's different, my boy.

Here. Sit down.

Have a cigar.

- Comfortable?
- Uh-huh.

Good, good. That's fine.
Yes, siree.

Mrs. Spacely is going to be
very happy when I tell her.

Tell her what?

That you're letting us
have your tickets.

After all, you won't need them.

Can't work on a blueprint
while you're watching a show.

Uh, couldn't I work on them
after the show?

In other words, you put your
amusement ahead of your job?

Oh, every time. Uh, no!
No, sir! I mean, uh, no, sir.

I didn't think so.
Give me the tickets.

Yes, sir.

Jetson, you've got the kind
of employee loyalty

that's going to carry you far.

And right now it's going
to carry you back to work!

Oh, that old ticket taker!

How am I ever gonna tell Janie?

She's been looking forward
to that show for months.

What are you wearing
to the show tonight, Mother?

Well, Judy, I can't make up
my mind, dear.

Why don't we run
the dress selector?

- I guess I better.
- I'll do it.

Oh, thanks, dear.

Ready, mother?

Oh, we need the facsimile image.

It's the second button
from the top, Judy.

Alright.
Turn on the dress selector.

No, not this one.

Early galaxy simply isn't
in vogue this season.

Ooh! Isn't that
a Christian Diorbit, mother?

Yes, but I wore it
at the ballet last month.

Oh, that one is
perfect for the theater!

Moon Bechet.

- It is stunning, isn't it?
- Sensational, Mom!

Hi, everybody.
I'm home.

Oh, now, cut it out, Astro!
Cut it out!

Oh, Daddy, you've made him cry!

Oh, I'm sorry, Astro.

That's alright, George.

This is what I'm wearing
to My Space Lady tonight, George.

Like it?

- Why don't you ask Mr. Spacely?
- What?

Jane, I... I... I don't know how
to tell you this.

- George, Is something wrong?
- Uh-huh.

Well, for goodness' sake,
just tell me. I'm your wife.

Whatever it is, we'll...
We'll take it in stride together.

After all, I'm no child.

- You won't be mad?
- Of course not.

I'm a mature woman.

Well, I have to work on
these blueprints tonight

so we can't see My Space Lady.

No-o-o-o!

Now, let me see.

A -story wall running
between the buildings.

- Hi, Pop.
- Hi, Elroy.

Whatcha doing, Dad?

Working. Now,
what are you doing out of bed,

and how come you're wearing
your space shoes in the house?

- You know better.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Dad.

Hey, what's this?

A blueprint
of Spacely's buildings.

And this?

That's where Cogswell has
put up a building right next door.

Oh. Now, what's
this dotted line?

That's the property line, I guess.

Gee. It runs right
through Cogswell's building.

Doesn't it?

Well, on paper,
but if... if... if... if, uh, uh, uh...

What did you say?

The property line runs
through Cogswell's building?

Well, doesn't it?

It does. It does.

It does!

Yahoo!

Janie!
Janie, we got him!

We got old Cogswell.
He's a dead duck!

Gee! He's lucky I had
my space shoes on.

It's the greatest thing
that ever happened.

Cogswell's building
is six inches

over on Spacely's property.

And you woke me up out of
a sound sleep to tell me that?

Oh, but, honey,
you don't get it.

This will put Cogswell
out of business.

And I'll be Spacely's
fair-haired boy.

My salary will be raised.
I'll be promoted.

Why, he might even make
me vice president.

Wonderful, George.
Now, come to bed.

Bed? I gotta tell Spacely.

At this hour?

Honey, this is too important.
It can't wait.

When next we meet,
Mrs. Jetson,

you may be related
to the new vice president

of Spacely's Space Sprockets.

Geronim-o-o!

Mr. Spacely, wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Spacely!

I got good news for you!
Wake up!

Huh? Jetson!

What are you doing here?

Can't you see I'm asleep,
you nincompoop?

Remind me to fire you
first thing in the morning.

We've got him, Mr. Spacely.

We've got Cogswell.

And it's right here
in this here blueprint.

Alright, Jetson, I'll be fair.

I'll let you explain first,

and then I'll fire you!

Oh, no, you won't!

Not after I tell you the big news.

What big news?

Cogswell built this building
six inches on your property.

Are you sure?

Here. See for yourself.

Here's us and the property line,
and here's Cogswell.

Ho-ho-ho, what do you know?

Why, this is awful,
isn't it, Jetson?

- Awful?
- For Cogswell.

Poor Cogswell.

Oh, doesn't your heart
bleed for him?

Well...

Why, the poor fella's
in an awful pickle.

And do you know
what I'm gonna do?

I'm going to nail the top
on the pickle barrel

so he'll never get out!

Jetson, you're responsible
for this.

Starting right now,
you are the new Vice President

in charge of expansion.

- I am?
- You betcha, my boy.

Yippee!

Oh, gosh, thanks,
Mr. Spacely.

You'll never regret it.
You'll never regret it.

Oh, boy.
Oh, boy, am I happy.

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

So you better get right over

while I'm still
in a good mood, Cogswell.

But... but... but it can't be!

It's not possible!
How? How? How?

It's all here, Cogswell,
in black and white.

Or should I say blue and white?
Blueprints, you know?

So long, Cogswell.

Just the look on his
homely face is worth it.

Mr. Cogswell is here, sir.

What took him so long?
Send him in.

Now, don't think this makes
any difference to me, Spacely.

You little pip-squeak.

You always walk
on your knees, Cogswell?

Light my cigar, boy.

I don't mind humoring
you a little, Spacely.

After all, we're old friends.

Sure we are.

We've been through a lot together.
Had lots of fun.

- Lots of laughs, right?
- You betcha.

And the biggest laugh is right now.
Laugh, Cogswell.

- Ashtray.
- Ashtray?

Well, sure, Spacely, old pal.

I think a reasonable adjustment
is in order,

but after all,
what's six inches?

I'll tell you what
six inches is:

The finish of Cogswell's Cogs!

- I'll give you $ .
- What did you say?

Ten thousand?
Fifteen thousand?

You're a real comedian,
Cogswell.

You should have gone
into show business.

Nothing like a massage
to pep you up, eh, Cogsey?

I'll make it $ , .

Twenty-two five?

Over easy, please.

Now, you were saying?

$ , ?

$ , ?

[“Wm“ What do you want, Spinach]?

Just a teeny-weeny little favor.

- A favor?
- Yes.

Your building is six inches
over on my property, so...

move it!

Moo-moo-moo-moo-moo-moo...

Not a bad imitation
of a cow, Cogswell.

You might have a future
in vaudeville.

Vau-vau-vau-vau-vau-vau...

Do something,
or this time tomorrow,

you'll be out of business.

But... but Spacely,
how can I move a whole building?

All you gotta do
is move it six inches

in the other direction!

- I'll be ruined.
- There, there, there, my boy.

There will always be a place
for you with Spacely Sprockets.

As a night watchman!

Work for you?
Never.

In that case, move it!

You should
have seen him, Jetson.

"Move it," I said.

"Move it," he said.

"Move it," I said!

Oh, you did it,
Vice President Jetson.

And I'll never forget it.

Oh, gee, thanks, Mr. Spacely.

Don't mention it, George.

"Move it!"

Oh, that's a hot one!

Well, as long as I'm Vice President,

I might as well get the feel of it.

Let me see.

Where will I start?

George.
Is anything wrong?

Anything wrong?

Can't a vice president
call up his wife

to say hello if he wants to?

Vice president?
Oh, George, I'm so proud!

And now that your talents
have finally been recognized,

I think it's time
I live up to our position.

- I know.
- We should do more entertaining now.

- I know.
- And we should go out more often.

I know.

Which means dressing up
to your new position.

- I know.
- So I'm going right out

- and buying a whole new wardrobe.
- I know...

- No, no, no'.
- Bye, dear.

Oh, boy.

Ruined! All because
of six measly inches.

All because somebody goofed.

And our building
is six inches over

on that insect Spacely's property!

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Is that all you can say, Harlan?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk?"

I'm ruined,

and all you can say is,
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.“

Mr. Tsk Tsk,
I mean, Mr. Cogswell

why do you have
those blueprints upside down?

What difference does
it make how I ha-a-a..

- Upside down?
- Yes, sir.

There. Now you can read
the measurements.'

But If It was
upside down before...

that's my building here.

- Yes, sir, sir.
- And his building here.

And I'm not six inches
over after all.

Space“, is'.!

Yes, sir, sir!

Oh, I'm saved!
I'm sav-ed!

Oh, Harlan, my boy,
get Spacely on the visaphone.

Why should I come over
to see you, Cogswell?

You've heard my last two words.

"Move it!"

yourself, Spacely!

You better get over here fast,
you little squirt.

You might call it
a business matter.

Your business!

What trick could he be up to?

But it's not possible.
It couldn't be.

Oh, come now, Spacely.
You can do better than that.

But Jetson read
those blueprints.

Sure he did.
Upside down.

Which is the way you've been
running your business for years.

Of course, I was only joking
when I told you to move it.

Why, of course. We had a great
big laugh together, didn't we?

And now we're gonna
have another one.

How come you're not
on your knees?

Oh, sorry, Mr. Cogswell, sir.

Now, where were we?
Oh, yes.

Your building is six inches
over on my property.

Now, what should we do about it?

- Uh, forget it?
- Guess again.

- M-m-merger?
- Try again.

M-m-move it?

Right! Move it, Spacely!

Get your building
off my property!

- Do you know what's next?
- I know.

So long, Spacely!

Boy!

I think I'll have one of these
massagers put in my office.

Oh, that Spacely sure knows
how to live it up.

Mr. Spacely,
I wasn't through yet.

Oh, yes, you were, Jetson!
Remember those blueprints?

Well, how could I forget?
They started my new career.

They ended it, too!

- Well, if, uh..
- Huh?

The building that's six inches over
is this building!

You read the blueprints
upside down!

- No!
- Yes!

Gulp!

Of course, I'll be bankrupt,
ruined, finished.

And you know
what that means, Jetson.

I... l... I'm not vice president
anymore?

You're not even
a janitor around here!

You're fired!

Now, don't you worry, dear.

You'll find another job.

After all my years
with the company,

to be treated like this.

We'll help out, Daddy.

I'll get a job as a bubblehop
at a Space Burger fly-in.

And I'll help out too, Pop.
I'II deliver-tate papers.

Ah, well, thanks, kids, but
I'm used to Spacely Sprockets.

It'll feel funny
working somewhere else.

That's alright, George.
We love you.

Of course we love you, Daddy.

I'd sure like to give that
Spacely a piece of my mind.

He could use it, honey.
He's losing his.

Yes? Yes?
What is it, Miss Sunspot?

It's Mr. Spacely.

- On his knees?
- Oh, yes, sir.

Good. Let him in.

Look at me, Cogswell,
a broken man.

I'm here to throw myself
at your mercy.

Well, throw yourself right back
where you came from.

But it's only six inches.

Say, Spacely, you know
what I've been thinking?

Yes, yes, yes?

Half the fun I get
out of wheeling and dealing

is wheeling and dealing
with a small wheel like you.

With you out of business,
there won't be any more wheeling

for a big wheel like me.

So I am going to sell you
my building.

And I'm only gonna charge you
twice what I paid for it.

But I don't need
another building.

Well, in that case, move it!

Alright, Cogswell.

You win.
I'll buy it.

And it's all that Jetson's fault!

Gee, Ijust had to come and take
another look at the old place.

There's my office window.

My ex-office, I mean.

Where I had my ex-job,

my ex-future,

my ex-vice presidency.

"Commissioner of buildings?"

Hey, he's stopping
at Cogswell's building.

Hmm. Looks like he's measuring
the building.

What's up, Mac?

Well, we weren't sure,
so I had to come out.

- But it's over.
- Over? Over what?

Over regulation height.

This is a Class Zone here.

No building over
feet allowed.

Now, is that so?

And how high is
Cogswell's building?

Twenty two hundred and..

Six inches.

Six inches over?

Uh-huh. This building will have
to be torn down.

Well, why can't they
just cut off six inches?

Against safety regulations.

Whoever built it
should have checked

with the department first.

Oh! Oh, boy!

We've got him.
We've got Cogswell!

Oh, boy! Wait till Mr. Spacely
hears about this!

I'll be vice president again.

Thanks, mister.
You just got me my job back.

- Huh?
- Never mind!

Boy, you meet all kinds
on this job.

Mr. Spacely!
Mr. Spacely!

Wait till you hear
the good news!

Jetson! I thought I fired you.
Now, get out!

Not so fast, Mr. Spacely.

Cogswell, your late competitor,
Is through.

Washed-up! Kaput!

Yeah? Well, tell me about it.

Well, first there's
the little matter of my job.

Out! Out! Out!

'And stay out!'

Very well. I imagine Cogswell
will make me vice president

when he hears
what I've got to say.

Now-now-now
just a minute, Jetson.

You really think you've got
something, Georgie boy?

I told you.
It's the end of Cogswell.

Well, just don't lie there.
Tell me about it.

Right after you sign
this agreement.

"I, Cosmo G. Spacely, do hereby
promise and agree that I will..."

"Never fire George Jetson again,
no matter what happens."

- Thank you, boss.
- Okay, okay. N-n-now tell me.

How have we got Cogswell?

Very simple. Did you ever hear
of City Ordinance ?

No, I haven't, and what's
that got to do with it?

Everything. Cogswell's building
has to come down.

It's six inches too high.
You get it?

The building has to come down?

Right
The building has to come down,

every bit of it!

You dunderhead! You dolt!

You blithering boob!

I knew you'd be pleased.

You blunderer!

That's my building!

Yeah, well, it's...
Uh, yours?

I bought it this morning!

Now get out before
I lose my temper!

Yo-o-ou're fired!

Now, wait a minute.
You can't fire me, boss.

I've got an ironclad contract,
which guarantees me a job.

This is one time
I thought of everything.

Well, I thought
of almost everything.

Faster, Jetson! Faster!

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

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