02x13 - Dance Time

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

Meet George Jetson

His boy Elroy

Daughter Judy

Jane his wife

[snoring]

What's that, mom?

It's for your party, dear.
A space-decorating kit.

I can't hear you.

I said... uh, George.

[mumbling]

Oh, my darling.

Gorgeous.

I know this great little place
on Saturn where we can be alone.

You'll love Neptune, Jane. Ah!

[snoring]

As I was saying,
it's for your party next week.

Now let's see.

"For party decorating plan A

press printed selection
sensor B on side C of box."

I guess that would be...

...here.

Oh! That's terrific, mom!
My friends will be knocked out.

[gibberish]

[chuckling]

[gibberish]

[giggling]

"To recall party decor
selection, simply press..."

Oops!

Hey!

[Orbitty exclaiming]

What? Huh?
Hey! What's all this?

I told Judy she could have
a little party next week.

Looks like the party's on me.

[giggling]

Just a few kids
from right around here

in our own universe.

Hey! That's nice. I'll organize
some games for you.

Thanks all the same, daddy,
but we just wanna dance.

Dance? Great!

Your mother and I will show you
kids what dancing's all about.

[humming]

Ta-dah!

Not bad, huh?

Daddy, if you dance like that
in front of my friends

I'd have to go live
in another galaxy.

Why?

Oh, daddy. Your dancing
went out with fossil fuels.

It's practically 20th century.

Please promise me you won't
dance like that at my party.

Please!

Okay. Sure, Judy.
It's a promise.

Thank you, daddy.
Thank you.

I haven't been so relieved
since you promised not to sing

at my last party.

Notice, I only promised
to not dance like that.

I didn't say we wouldn't dance
some other way.

You can't dance
any other way.

Not now, but by next week,
I'll do all the latest stuff.

That kid is in
for the surprise of her life.

We're gonna take
dancin' lessons.

[upbeat music]

You have anything
for the parking meter, honey?

- I didn't bring my purse.
- Ah, the heck with it.

The worst thing
that can happen

is just a little old
parking ticket.

[alarm blaring]
Violation! Violation!

Violation!
Violation! Violation!

One! One! One!

Okay! Okay!
I do have some. Here!

[blaring ends]

(female on speaker)
'Hello! Welcome to
Intergalactic Dance Studios.'

'Just one of 29 million
franchise studios'

'in over one million
known galaxies.'

My wife and I would like--

'One of our dance instructors
will be with you in a moment.'

'Thank you for coming.'

Nobody's here, George.
Let's go.

I'll have this one
fixed in a minute, folks.

First time both of 'em went
fluey at the same time. Ha ha.

Both of what?

Both robot dance instructors.

There. This one's all yours.

Well, hi there.

Robot dance instructors?
This is our dancin' teacher?

Well, what did
you think I was?

An overly graceful
gumball machine?

We wanna learn all
the latest dances and fast.

Oh, goody!

I get to try out
my new circuits.

Let's start with this beauty,
and then we'll get to the beast.

And step and step
and step then.

'Then, one two three
and a step then.'

[Jane giggling]

Oh, are you ever good!

Hey, let's see,
I taught you the Saturn Snug

the Mercury Melt
and the Borealis Borgle Bounce.

See, we've never
never had a failure.

Your turn, George.

Make way for a dance king fling.

And here we go, swivel hips.
You watch me, then you try.

[antenna beeping]

[swing music]

Eh, let's start
with that simple step.

[rock music]

No! No! No! No!
You're not getting it.

It's step and twist
and kick.

Not stumble and stomp
and wrench and lurch.

[crashing]

Oh, impossible! Impossible!

Why me, with the first
hopeless flop?

You're impossible!

[crackling]

Oh, boy. Now you've done it.

Is the other teacher available?
Maybe we could try again.

She's better than he is,
but forget it.

He was right.
You're hopeless.

Aw, I really wanted to dance at
my daughter's party next week.

Gosh! That's a shame.

However, I just might have
an answer here for you.

A little invention I've been
tinkering with on the side.

But I'd appreciate it
if you'd keep it confidential

till I work out the bugs.

Bugs?

They look okay to me.
Just like ordinary shoes.

Uh-huh, ordinary, except for
this little switch on the heel.

'See there?'

'It's got your settings for all
your dances, any kind.'

'Rock, punk,
plus all the newest stuff.'

Borgle Bounce, everything.

Do you mean to say
these shoes do the dancing?

Yep, the secret's in
the multi-directional

micro-speed jets with
the gyroscope light sensors.

Slip 'em on.

Oh, George! Wouldn't it
be a kick if they worked?

Yeah, it would.

[theme music]

To stop, just flip
that little switch on the heel.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy!
They're sensational!

Anybody wearing those
is automatically

the best dancer there is.

How much do you want for them?

Well, uh, better just
take 'em on a trial basis.

They're still in
the experimental stage.

Well, George,
there's one stage

where you're going to be
in the spotlight.

Tell you what,
let's walk home.

Then I can really
loosen up these shoes.

[crackling]

- What is that?
- I don't know.

Must be one of those bugs
he was talkin' about.

[crackling]

Stop it, George.
What are you doing?

[crowd chattering]

- Hey!
- That's terrific!

Alright, break it up.
Break it up!

Show's over,
twinkle toes.

Catch you blockin' the platform
again, and I'll run you in.

Got that, festive feet?

Yes, sir.

What do you think went wrong?

I think I better get
my own shoes back on.

Ugh! It won't come off.

Ugh! It won't budge at all.

- My feet must've swelled up.
- What'll we do?

Go back in the studio
and get that repair guy

to take 'em off, I guess.

No! No! Not again.

Wow! That was close.

Yes, but you shouldn't have run
from a police officer.

Who was runnin'?

These crazy shoes
danced me out of there.

Boy, am I gonna give this
repair jerk a piece of my mind.

Well, look who we have here.

Old tangled tootsies is back.

Where's that guy
that fixed you?

Ooh, aren't we testy today!

It so happens, that right after
he undid the havoc you caused

my main circuits, he had a rush
repair call to Planet Zouk

in the RX 9000 galaxy.

Oh, no!
What'll we do, George?

I don't know. Any minute
these shoes could--

[crackling]

[swing music]

O-o-h my!
You really can dance.

Oh, you're divine!

I could dance with you
like this forever.

Yeah, forever.

That's it, Rosie. Pull!

[crashing]

Hah, nice try anyway, Rosie.

Didn't even scratch it.

Must be forged out of some
new carbonic process.

Rosie, where did
you say Jane went?

To the hairdressers, Mr. J.

Is there something
I can do for you?

See if you can find me
a shoehorn.

A shoehorn?

A shoehorn.

Shoehorn.
Shoehorn.

Aha! Aha!
No wonder.

Says here, the material these
shoes are made of

come from Planet 12
of the 84th Universe

of Galaxy 932 DJ.

whoosh

Hi, dad.
Uh, afraid I got a problem.

You've got a problem?

At least, you didn't
dance your way into it.

Yeah, I did.

One of my teachers waltzed me
into the principal's office

because you didn't sign
my report card.

He wants to see you right away.

Not a chance. I'm having
big trouble with my feet.

- Get your mother to go.
- What's wrong?

- You got athlete's foot?
- More like athlete's shoe.

[phone ringing]

I'll get it.

It's Mr. Spacely, dad.
He says it's urgent.

Yeah, boss.
What can I do for you?

Jetson, get down here
and get here fast.

We've gotta fight off
a Cogswell takeover

and I want you
to impress the bankers.

We've gotta convince them
we're a straight-up

and sober-minded organization,
with a grit and gumption

this rough and tumble
industry requires.

Yes, sir. But right now I've got
a little trouble here with my--

Get here as fast
as you can, Jetson!

Move it, now!

Oh, boy!

Please, dad.
The principal's waiting.

Okay, let's go.

We'll stop off
on the way to the office.

(Rosie)
'Shoehorn.'

Shoe-horn, horn-shoe.

Shoe-horn, shoe-horn.

Uh, thanks, Rosie,
but I gotta go now.

'Mr. Jetson, in not signing
your son's report card'

within the specified period,
you set a bad example for him.

As a role model,
you should present yourself

as a dedicated
and serious-minded parent.

'With your feet planted
firmly on the planet.'

[crackling]

[swing music]

Out! Out! Out!

And that, gentlemen,
is how I put together

an organization of hard-hitting,
no funny business

upper-echelon executives.

We have made
Spacely's Sprockets number one

in the sprocket industry.

[knocking on door]
Yes?

(Spacely)
'Ah! Jetson.'

And this, gentlemen, is
the very man who is the epitome

of this firm's level-headedness.

I give you George Jetson.

Hiya, fellas.

Uh, ahem.

Uh, pleased
to meet you, gentlemen.

Yes, you might say, Jetson here
is the personification

of Spacely Sprockets.

Uh, except for me,
of course. Yes.

[swing music]

Uh-oh.

Jetson, stop that!
Get down from there!

[music continues]

Jetson, you're fired!

Oh boy, what a mess!

If that repair guy
isn't back soon

I'm gonna dance my way
to total destruction.

(female on speaker)
'Hello! Welcome to
Intergalactic Dance Studios.'

Oh, be quiet! Where's--

O-o-h! We're back for another
dance together, are we?

No, silicon breath. I'm here
to get hold of that repair bozo.

- Is he back yet?
- No.

Look, here's my card.

If you can get in touch
with that repair man

have him call me
right away.

I will. Eh, but wait. Can't we
dance a little before you go?

Ah, get lost.

(male #1)
Wow! Look at that kid go!

(female #1)
Hah! I don't know he does it.

Excuse me, ma'am.
What's going on?

They're sh**ting
some kind of documentary

on kids street dancing.

Oh, thank you.

That's it!
Camera, frame it tighter.

Terrific sh*t!

Oh, no!

[rock music]

Who needs these kids?

Put the camera
on that guy over there.

Phew!

Buddy, you dance
like nothing I've ever seen.

Yeah, thanks.
Well, I gotta go.

Wait, pal.
I got a sensational inspiration.

How would you like to have
your very own space-vision show?

Me? My own show?
A George Jetson show?

You bet! You'll be
an absolute sensation.

It'll be
an intergalactic hook-up.

We're talkin'
big numbers, fella.

For the George Jetson
Dance King Hour.

Well, sure, why not.

Up till now, the shoes have only
made a mess of things.

Fella, next Friday
is your first broadcast.

You're gonna be rich and famous.

Rich and famous?
Uh, next Friday?

No, not Friday. I gotta be
at my daughter's party.

No problem.

We'll do the show
direct from the party.

Sure we could, couldn't we?

After all, I am
the Intergalactic Dance King.

[rock music]

'What did I tell ya, chief.'

'Is he something
or is he something?'

In all my time as president of
the Nebulous Broadcasting System

I've never seen
anything like it.

Clear one hour of prime time,
next Friday night.

Yes, sir. We'll cut loose with
the biggest promotion hype

in the history of the industry.

Go for it!

(male announcer)
'Watch the greatest
dance sensation'

'in all the known galaxies,
tonight at 8.'

'Don't miss,
"George Jetson Dance King."'

Look, dad, up in the sky!
What does it say?

'"George Jetson.
Tonight 8 o'clock."'

Gentlemen,
let me assure you

that this no good,
worthless George Jetson

has no connection
with Spacely's Sprockets.

That's why we called, Spacely.

We had no idea,
he was the George Jetson

the famous dancer.

To put it bluntly, Spacely

we'll only help you
crush Cogswell

if your firm
is still connected

with the intergalactically
prestigious George Jetson name.

Oh! Yes, of course.

You may rest assured
that blessed and wonderful man

is now and always will be
a key part of Spacely Sprockets.

Great gaggling goofballs!

Now I've got to find that boob
and rehire him.

[engines revving]

Let me through, please,
Out of the way, please.

Will you look how all
the hype paid off?

I wouldn't be surprised
if Jetson ends up President.

Will he be coming
through here?

Will we get to see
George Jetson?

And maybe even touch him?

No. He's already up there
in his apartment, lady.

Go home and watch him, folks.

Along with the biggest audience
in space-vision history.

You can't let daddy
dance at my party, mom.

I'll just die.

There, there, honey. Daddy has
to dance at your party.

It's being broadcast
throughout all known space.

[wailing]

Okay, people, clear the way.
We're on the air in two minutes.

- Where is he?
- You mean George?

Oh, he's waiting in the kitchen
for his entrance cue.

Cameraman, everybody.

Now remember,
when he makes his entrance

there will be 300 billion people
and extraterrestrials watching.

whoosh

Elroy, you fine,fine boy.

Why didn't you tell me, your
father was the famous dancer

everyone's talking about?

I guess I, you know,
forgot to mention it.

I better go see how he's doin'.

Just think...he actually
danced at our school.

whoosh

Where's my boy?

Where's Spacely Sprocket's
very own dancing miracle?

Where's my guaranteed
lifetime employee?

Quiet, everybody!

Fifty seconds,
forty-nine, forty-eight.

O-o-h, we are having
a party, aren't we?

I remember you.
You're fizzy feet's wife.

Well, when you see Mr. Jetson

tell him I contacted the repair
man out in Galaxy XK 13

and he said to tell him to just
put the left shoe in water

and it will permanently
deactivate the pair.

Wonderful! I'll tell George.

Ten, nine, eight, seven..

[barking]

Not now, Astro.
Go away.

[barking]

What's he want, Rosie?
Food?

No.

I guess he wants
a supporting role.

Well, there's room for only one
star in this family. Ha ha ha.

Hey, dad. These shoes,
how do you know they'll dance

when you want 'em to?

I got it all
under control now, Elroy.

I just give my heels a kick
to start 'em

and another kick
to stop 'em.

Oh.

[barking]

Rosie, if he wants out,
let him out.

But keep him quiet.

He doesn't want out, Mr. J.

...two, one.
We're on the air.

(male announcer)
'It's the George Jetson
Dance King Hour.'

'Live from a party at the home
of the Dance King himself.'

'And now, here he is.'

'The greatest dancer
in all recorded history'

'our star of stars,
Ge-e-o-orge Jetson.'

[guests cheering]

He doesn't want out.
He doesn't want his dinner.

He doesn't want to be petted.

He just wants water.

You're on, Mr. Jetson.

splash

[crackling]

- Oh, what's going on?
- Oh, look at that.

[guests murmuring]

[cymbal music]

[swing music]

Wowie-wow!

This dance is so new,
I've never heard of it.

It's the positive greatest.

Yeah, I'll say
it's different. I love it!

[music continues]

I'll let you in
on a little secret, George.

What's that?

You know,
a couple of minutes ago

before you became
the Dance King..

Uh-huh?

Well, you always
were my Dance King.

How about that?

When they're wet, they expand,
instead of shrinking up.

Boy, am I glad
to be out of those!

Oh!

[gibberish]

Judy's so proud of you.

She's even signing autographs
because she's your daughter.

And Elroy's not only
back in school

but he was made
Student Body President.

But I think I did the right
thing by givin' it all up.

After all that business
with the shoes

I never wanna hear
the word "dance" again.

[swing music]

[Orbitty humming]

[theme music]