01x07 - The Flying Suit

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N Meet George Jetson M

N Daughter, Judy N

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This is Space/y Space Sprockets.

The home of big business..

Where big wheels wheel and deal.

And this is George Jetson.

A small wheel..

With a big deal
on his mind at the moment.

I wonder if ol' Spacely
will give me the afternoon off.

Boy, oh, boy.
I'm glad it's Wednesday.

These three-day work weeks
are m*rder.

I think I'll give him the
"computer eye is sick" routine.

Ah, no, no. I used that
last week.

I know, I know. I'll try the
"nuclear phobia" bit.

Yeah, that oughta do it.

Hello, Mr. Jetson.

Hello, Miss Galaxy.
Hey, is old Blastoff in?

No. But Mr. Space“, is.
Just a moment.

Yes, Miss Galaxy?
What is it?

George Jetson to see you,
Mr. Blastoff.

- Huh?
- Slr. I mun. Mr. Spacoly. slr.

Oh, yeah. I know.
He's late.

- Send him in.
- Yes, sir.

Okay, you can go in.

But aren't you a little late with
your afternoon off this week? Hmm?

That's very funny.
You should be in show business.

There's a bus leaving at .
Get on it.

Or whatever the gag is.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Spacely, sir.

I was just wondering if...

No! You can't have
the afternoon off.

Now get back to work, Jetson!

Shee! I wonder why
he had that installed.

At this moment,
approaching Space/y Space Sprockets,

is the big wheel
of Cogswell Cosmic Cogs,

Mr. Cogs well himself

to start wheeling and dealing
a big deal for himself.

Well, I hope ol' Spacely
has decided to merge

with Cogswell's Cosmic Cogs,
because if he don't,

this place will wind up
selling space cycles.

Why, Mr. Cogswell!
Good afternoon, sir.

Ah, don't announce me,
Miss Galaxy.

L" I always like
to come on fast and strong.

Sort of a Cogswell trademark.

Hiya, Spacely!

Did you accept my offer?
When do we merge?

The first Sunday that comes
in the middle of the week.

Now, now, Spacely.

Let's not be bitter.

After all, you will still
be one of my vice presidents.

- Smoke, Spacely?
- No, thanks.

There's too much
hot air around here now.

You realize, of course,
that, uh, if we don't merge,

it could mean the end
of Spacely Space Sprockets.

- You're bluffing, Cogswell.
- Not at all, Spacely.

Our research boys
have engineered

a scientific breakthrough,

which will make space sprockets
as obsolete as jet engines.

I still say you're bluffing,
Cogswell. I don't believe it.

Well, it's too bad, Spacely.

It's been a nice,
friendly rivalry.

But that's space business.

If you change your mind, you
know where you can reach me.

Well, just don't hold
your breath waiting.

Arrivederci, Spacely!

- Mr. Spacely?
- Yes?

It's time for
your eyedrops, sir.

Uh, oh, oh, yes.
Uh, thanks.

Open, please.

That Cogswell can't shake me!
I know he's bluffing.

But I wonder what he's up to.

Meanwhile, back
at Cogswell's Cosmic Cogs.

Well, is everything ready,
Moonstone?

Yes, sir, Mr. Cogswell.

Our new flight suit
is all set for testing.

Good, good.

If all goes well,
we'll spring it

on the board of directors
in the morning.

Sort of "springboard" it.

Well, let's proceed with
the demonstration, Moonstone.

Okay, Harlan.
Bring out the X .

Yes, sir.
Coming right out, sir.

Why, it looks
just like an ordinary suit.

Is this a gag, Moonstone?

Oh, no, Mr. Cogswell.

With this suit on,
a man can fly like a bird.

The suit is wired to operate

on a brain wave frequency
of cerebellas.

It obeys the slightest
mental command instantly. Watch.

- Proceed, Harlan.
- Yes, sir, sir.

Anyone can operate
the suit, Mr. Cogswell-

No checkout or experience
is necessary.

Amazing! Amazing!

It's all you said it was,
Moonstone. Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

In addition, the maneuverability

of the X is unlimited.

It merely follows the movement
pattern of the wearer.

Fantastic, Moonstone!
We are geniuses!

And it can reach
a speed of Mach .

Watch it with
those sonic booms, Harlan!

- Sorry, sir.
- Okay.

- Now, take her down.
- Roger, sir.

You notice how we
can come from maximum speed

to an instant halt..

And make a soft landing
free from any G-forces.

I am flabbergasted!

Alright, Harlan, better take
the X to the cleaners.

We want a freshly pressed suit

for the board of directors
demonstration tomorrow.

Yes, sir, sir. I'll have it done
right away, sir. Sir, sir, sir.

Moonstone, this could mean
the end of space cars.

- The and of spaco sprockou also.
- Slr.

Yes. Especially
Spacely Space Sprockets.

Maybe I ought to take one
of those overskies jobs

on Mars or Venus.

At least, I'd be rid of
that sl*ve driver Spacely.

Then maybe I could get an
afternoon off once in a while.

- Hello, dear. -
Yeah, Jane-What's up?

George, Will you please drop by the
cleaners and pick up your suit?

I've been so busy all day,
I just simply forgot to get it.

- Oh, now, look, Janey, I...
- Thanks, dear. Bye!

Oh, great. The cleaner's
miles out of my way.

It'll take an extra seconds
just to get there.

I wish Jane could organize
her routine more efficiently.

Hey, Herbie, make this suit
a rush job, will ya?

And bill the Cogswell Company?

Okay, Harlan.
I'll put it in special.

Only takes seconds that way.

- Just hang it on the hook.
- Right, on the hook.

This new high-speed sound wave
cleaning makes this job a snap.

Be right back, Herb.

Gotta put some dough
in the old space meter.

Hi, Herbie!

Mrs. Jetson said I should
pick up my suit.

- Is it ready?
- Oh, hiya, Mr. Jetson.

Yeah, I'll send it right out.
Just a minute.

Here it is! Comin' up!

Thanks, Herb.
Put it on my bill, huh?

Ah, thanks, Herb.
I see my suit's ready.

Yeah. Take It away, Harlan.

Hm, hope I didn't mix
those suits up.

Be seeing you, Herb.

Well, back to the drawing board.

Elroy! You've been
splitting atoms again.

Only a couple, mom.

See, I'm trying
to invent some tablets

that'll make you fly.

Oh, that's ridiculous!

Now, clean up this mess before
your father comes home.

Okay, mom-

Gee, maybe I should cut down
on the uranium mixture.

Okay, everybody. I'm home.
The king is here.

Let's make with the big welcome!

And here they come.

What devotion!
What love! What the..

What kind of a welcome is that?

Yippee! Yippee!
I think I got it.

George, are you alright?

Huh? Yeah, I think so.
What happened?

Elroy has been working
on his experiments again.

Hi, dad. You wanna be the first
one to try my new flight pill?

Not now, Elroy.
I gotta change this suit

you dirtied so brilliantly
with your experiments.

It's a good thing I brought this
suit home from the cleaners.

Seems to be a little bit tight.

- It must have shrunk a bit.
- How about it, dad?

You wanna try
my flying pill now?

Oh, alright, I'll try it

if you promise
not to make any more.

Now, what am I supposed
to do with it?

- Swallow it.
- Swallow it?

- Do you think it's safe?
- Oh, sure, dad.

Go ahead, swallow it.

Okay.

Yuck!

Now fly around the room, dad.

Okay, but just once.

There you are. I flew around
the room. Are you happy?

And how! You were great!
Thanks a bunch.

Flying pills!

What an imagination!

Hey, wait a minute.
I was flying!

That pill really works, Elroy!
I can fly!

Whee!

Yahooooo!

Oh, we'll be rich.
My Elroy is a genius.

Attaboy, dad.
You're doing great!

Oho boy, this beats
driving any time!

Only thing is,
how do I control myself?

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Maybe I can
spin myself straight.

Now, for a fast running start.

Uh-oh, I'm gonna break
the sound barrier.

Better slam on the brakes.

I did it!
I'm starting to catch on!

No hitchhikers, wise guy!
Get off my windshield!

Darned hitchhikers
get nervier every day.

Good thing I had that
anti-hitchhiker kit installed.

Boy, what a sorehead!

Uh-oh, I better pull out of this
dive fast before I hit bottom!

With all the traffic
in the sky these days,

the only safe place for us birds
is on the ground.

Sunday driver.

I guess us birds will just
have to go underground.

Unbelievable!
Simply unbelievable!

I'll take a couple of spins around
the house for good measure

and then I'll break
the good news to Janey.

Judy, have you seen your father?

Not in the last five minutes.

He just flew by
the window, mother.

- He what? - He... he
flew by the window! Honest!

This I got to see!

Hiya, Janie!

George Jetson! You come
in the house this minute!

Oh, boy. My working days
are over.

Gee, pop, you were swell.

Oh, this is it, kiddies.
The end of the rainbow.

Our pot of gold, and we owe it
all to my little son Elroy.

George, what's going on?

How come you can fly
like that, dad?

I took Elroy's flying pill,

and it really works.
I can fly like a bird.

Yeah, and all I did was
cut down on the uranium.

That's good thinking, Elroy.

This should mean a vice
presidency for me at the plant.

Spacely will put Elroy's pills
into mass production

and we can all retire.

Jumping Jupiter,
we're gonna be rich!

I just can't believe it.

Better hurry, dear,
or you'll be late for work.

I'm leaving right now.
So long, everybody!

Maybe I should have
the name of the company

changed to "Jetson and Spacely."

Maybe just plain “Jetson.”
That's better.

Good morning, Officer Ozone.

Morning, Jetson.

Huh?

Oh, get ahold of yourself, Ozone.
It's probably just a space mirage.

Where's that Jetson?
He's two minutes late and he..

So that's it!

Flying around the building
on company time.

Flying around the building!

- Good morning, Mr. Spacely.
- Jetson! Wha-wha..

How did you do that?

Funny you should ask, sir.

You see, my son
Elroy, the scientist,

has invented these flight pills.

You just swallow one,
and you can fly.

- Really?
- Absolutely!

Would you care to join me in a
flight around the building, sir?

Why, Jetson, old pal.
I'd be delighted.

You know, uh, George..

I've always considered you
good executive timber.

You mean like vice presidency?

Yeah, yeah. That's it.

A vice presidency.

Oh, I'll be right back,
Miss Galaxy.

Gonna buzz around
the building for a while

with, uh, vice president Jetson.

Hold on, Mr. Space/y.
Here we go!

It's true. The pills work.
Your boy is a genius.

We'll make him
a vice president, too.

Spacely Space Sprockets
is saved!

You'll be a full partner,
George. May even get a raise.

Now, go home, and get Elroy
to make some more flying pills,

and I'll show them
to the board of directors.

Right, Mr. Spacely.
I'll be back in a flash.

Oh, I'd like to see
ol' Cogswell top this.

Well, gentlemen,

we're ready to show you
what the X can do.

Cosmic Cogs is proud
to demonstrate

the newest wonder
of the st century.

This better be good, Cogswell.

We missed a high-level
cocktail party for this.

- Okay, Harlan. Ready?
- Ready, uh, sir.

Gentlemen, this is the X .

The first flight suit
based on the brain wave principle.

Mr. Harlan here,
a subordinate,

will now demonstrate
smooth, quiet flight.

What the..

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
That hurt, sir!

What is this, some kind
of a joke, Cogswell?

Ajoke? Uh, yeah, yeah!

- Oh, that Harlan. you know.
- Is a card.

A little joke he's
playing on us.

Okay, Harlan,
you're a regular riot.

Now, let's try it again.

I don't get it,
Mr. Cogswell, sir.

Will you quit clowning around?

This is for money.

Now, let's try it again!

And they say never remove
your crash helmet.

Well, Cogswell, can we get back to
our high-level cocktail party now?

Uh, no, no. Wait!

I will supervise the
demonstration myself, gentlemen.

But, Mr. Cogswell, sir.
Listen, sir.

It's not working, sir.

Don't give me that.
I saw it work with my own eyes.

Now, make like a bird, will ya?

Help!

Are you defying me, Harlan?

Gee, thanks, Mr. Cogswell.
You saved my life.

Let's face it, Harlan.

With this flight suit,
we bombed.

No hurry cleaning the suit
this time, Herbie.

Just send it back to
Cogswell Cogs when it's ready.

Boy, that suit went
out of style fast.

Hey, this is Mr. Jetson's suit.

I must've given him
the Cogswell suit by mistake.

Oh, I better get over there and
straighten this out right away.

Have you got any more
flying pills yet, Elroy?

In a minute, dad.

Oh, George! The man
from the cleaners is here.

Yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Jetson.

I gave you the wrong suit
by mistake. This is your suit.

Oh, okay. Let me have it.
I'll switch suits right away.

Funny I didn't notice it.

But the fit was so good,
I thought it was mine.

There you are, Herb. Now, we
both have the right suit.

Oh, thanks, Mrs. Jetson. I'II
return this to its owner. Bye!

Got those pills yet, Elroy?

Here you are, dad.
A brand-new batch.

Ah, thanks, Elroy. I'll
take these to the plant right away.

Mr. Spacely wants me
to demonstrate

to his board of directors.

See you in orbit!

Help! Help!

George, what happened?

How should I know?
Just get me back in!

Do something, quick!

I don't get it, dad.
I used the exact same formula.

Well... well, how come
I can't fly anymore?

I don't know.
It must've been some kind of

scienterrific accident
the first time.

It might not happen again
for a million years.

Well, I can't wait that long.

What about Mr. Space“, and the
board of directors, George?

I'm just gonna have to
tell them, I guess.

Boy, this has been the shortest
vice presidency in history.

And gentlemen,
I promise this invention

will put Spacely Sprockets
right on top of the heap.

Mr. Jetson is here, sir.

Eh, good,
good. Send him in.

Oh, you guys won't believe this.

- Mr. Spacoly, sir, I-
- Gnorggl

- I should explain, sir, that...
- Quiet, Jetson.

Give me those pills.

And now, gentlemen,
for the first time anywhere,

I shall personally
demonstrate our new flying pill.

Mr. Spacely, please.
Please, let me explain.

Are you telling me how
to run my business, Jetson?

- “ . sh.
- [Spacohfl Than keep qulot.

Now it's off
into the wild blue yonder!

Pretty wild, but I don't know
about the blue yonder.

I didn't quite reach
escape velocity that time,

but, uh, I'II fix that.

Poor Spacely,
he's finally flipped.

I knew it would happen someday.

I know these pills work. Maybe
I just need a stronger dose.

Don't do it, Mr. Spacely.
Don't do it.

Shut up, Jetson.

Now, watch me make like a bird,
gentlemen. Geronimo!

Don't panic, Mr. Spacely.
I'II save you!

Jetson! You're fired!

I wonder if he can do that
to a vice president.

Now, will you please give me
a chance to explain?

So the formula
is lost forever, huh?

For a million years
or so anyway, sir.

We“, this means the end
of Space“; Sprockets.

I may as well call Cogswell
and give up.

He can have his merger.

I suppose you called
to rub it in, eh, Spacely?

- Rub it in?
- You know what I mean.

The X flying suit
bombed out.

So if you'll excuse me..

It's time for me to throw
darts at your picture. Goodbye!

Oh, Mr. Cogswell, sir.

The X flying suit
is back from the cleaners, sir.

What shall I do with it, sir?

Throw it out the window!
What do I care?

Yes, sir, sir.

Ah, the life on the open road.

Hey, what's this?

Boy, I've heard of pennies
from heaven, but suits? Never!

But who am I to look some
gift threads in the mouth?

Hmm! Not bad!

Sorta gives the old frame
some class.

And away we go!

Nothing like a new suit
to give a guy a lift,

but this is ridiculous!

Oh well, might as well
fly south for the winter.

Bee-beep, bee-beep.

Gosh, what a day!

I almost became vice president
and I almost lost my job.

No more get-rich schemes for me.

If I never live to see a guy
fly again, it'll be too soon.

- Bee-beep, bee-beep.
- Huh?

Bee-beep.

Bee-beep.

No! I don't believe it!

Bee-beep, bee-beep.

Oh, I'm sick.
I gotta see a doctor.

Bee-beep, bee-beep, bee-beep.

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Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Jane!

Help, Jane!