02x20 - Little Bundle of Trouble

[bunniefuu]

Stop that man!

That's Tiny Terror.
He stole all my diamonds.

- Which way did he go?
- That way.

(policeman #1)
'Callin' all space cars.'

'Callin' all space cars.'

'Tiny Terror
on the loose again.'

'Last seen
headed for Orbit City.'

'Callin' all space cars.'

(Tiny)
'Step on it, Nick.'

What do you want,
the speed of light?

Yeah, boss,
we might get a ticket.

We don't want to do
nothin' illegal.

Heh heh.

(Tiny)
What's on
the rear view video?

Looks like
trouble, boss.

(Nick)
'Yeah, boss, trouble.
Uh, what're we gonna do?'

Okay, here's the plan.

The space coppers
are gonna be looking

for a little guy
with a bag o' hot ice.

Hot ice? Gee, boss,
I thought you stole diamonds.

Hot ice is gangster talk for
stolen diamonds, rocket head.

Like I said, they 'll be
looking for a little guy.

I got to take the stash, and
hide out 'til the heat's off.

(Nick)
'Good idea, boss,
but where are you gonna go?'

Everyone's a pigeon
for a cute baby.

Dump me off here.
I'll be in touch with ya.

[clinking]

Ready, boss?

swoosh

Does, Mr. J. want ham
or bacon with his eggs?

George.

'George, it's time to get up.'

Unh, I don't want
to go to school.

You're going to miss
breakfast, dear.

sniff sniff

Mm, bacon and eggs.
I'm coming, honey.

Mornin', sweetheart.
Where's breakfast?

Sit down. Rosy and I'll
whip it right up.

beep beep beep

Morning, mom.
Morning, dad.

Good morning, dear.

Now, what would you
like for breakfast?

Can I have
Meteor Bits cereal?

Comin' up.

beep beep

Hey, not so much milk.

I don't want soggy bits.

Mother, I can't find
my blue dress.

But, Judy,
you look fine.

But, mom, I'm giving
a book report today

and Buddy Blastoff
is my class.

He's so out of space!

I just have to
wear the blue one.

I think your dress is in the
dryer, Miss Judy. I'll check.

beep beep

What are you looking for?

Judy's blue dress.

Thank you.

Oh, and I wanted to ask you
about the lunar dust stains

on Elroy's jumpsuit.
They didn't come out.

I'll look into it.

Lunar dust is a tough stain.

(Rosie)
You know how boys are.

beep beep

Oh, thanks, Rosie!

You're out
of this universe!

Tee hee, just like
Buddy Blastoff.

Now can I have my breakfast?

I'm so hungry
I could eat an asteroid.

vroom

screech

[doorbell rings]
Elroy, go see who it is.

boop

It's nobody.

Must be those
neighborhood kids again.

slurp

Hey, Astro, how about
fetchin' the paper?

Right, George.

George, dear, could I have
the Universe Express card?

Mother and I are going shopping
at the Star Bright Mall.

(George)
'I thought
you just went shoppin'.'

(Jane)
'George, that was
two days ago.'

Thanks, ol' boy.

Let's see what happened last
night at Milky Way Ball Park.

Dada.

Astro, this is
not my paper.

Jumpin' Jupiter!
It's a baby.

Awful ugly baby.

Astro, where
did you get this?

- On the doorstep.
- 'On the doorstep?'

Oh, George,
an abandoned baby.

Why would anyone
do such a thing?

Yuch!

Err, I mean,
I have no idea.

boing boing boing

[speaking indistinctly]

Hello, little baby!
Hello!

boing boing

[chattering indistinctly]

Orbitty, don't
scare the child.

Oh, wow! Where'd
the baby come from?

Astro found him
on the doorstep.

We gotta report this
to the police.

[wailing]

Oh, now you
frightened him.

George, here,
give him to me.

I'll dial
the emergency operator.

What is
your problem, sir?

I'd like to report
a missing baby.

I will transfer you to
the misplaced babies department.

[crackling]

Lieutenant Finders,
Lost in Space Department here.

What can I do for you?

We found a baby
on our doorstep.

- Diaper ID?
- Nipper Neptune 313.

[machine beeping]
Sorry, we show no matchup.

What do we do now?

Get a supply
of Nipper Neptune 313.

Then, we'll send someone over.

Policemen scary.

[wailing]

Oh, George, we just can't leave
him at some police station.

We'll keep him
until his parents show up.

Jane!

Okay, lieutenant,
we'll keep an eye on him.

Call us as soon as
his parents show up.

Don't worry,
we'll find your parents.

[dramatic music]

Hey, give those back!

Give what back?
Now, stop that, Astro.

rrrr

[clunk]
Ow!

(Tiny)
'Bad doggy. Scare baby.'

(George)
'Shame on you, Astro.'

Tryin' to scare
that little baby.

George..

I think
he's J-E-A-L-O-U-S.

I am not jealous.

Uh, here's some food
for the baby.

George, can you
feed the baby?

I have to
get ready to meet mother.

(George)
'But I haven't
eaten my breakfast yet.'

chomp chomp

gulp

Now, that's what I call
a light breakfast.

[doorbell ringing]

I'll bet it's those
darn kids again.

Listen, you
no-good little..

'Uh, heh heh. I mean, uh, you
big wonderful police officer.'

Uh, what could I do for you?

Have you
seen this man?

'He held up Jupiter's Jewelry
early this morning.'

He was last seen
headin' for Orbit City.

No, I haven't seen him.

[upbeat music]

[snoring]

San Quentin.

Oh, I'm going to be
late meeting mother.

Gotta run!
Bye, dear.

Talk about being late.

Ah, thank goodness
Rosie has the baby.

Traffic is a mess!
I'll never make it on time.

[beeping]

[automated message]
'Red alert!
Approaching empty.'

'Red Alert!'

Oh, no, just when I need!

[peppy music]

[automated message]
'What'll it be, Mac?'

boop boop

[screeching]

I just hate those
self-service pumps.

They're so difficult!

[yawning]

Uh-oh, I've been
taken for a ride.

What a charming baby!
He looks just like you.

What baby?

You! What are you
doing here?

You're supposed
to be with Rosie.

Uh, ah, b-ba-baby
go work with dada.

Ooh, isn't that sweet!

Yeah, sweet.

Now, what'll I do?

I'm already late
and Spacely's gonna k*ll me.

I'll just have
to babysit at work.

Maybe the boss
isn't here yet.

Phew! I guess we made it.

Jetson, you're late!

Uh, uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Spacely,
sir. I can explain everything.

Don't tell me you found an
abandoned baby on your doorstep.

Uh, well,
actually, sir, I, uh..

chomp

Ee-ah!

Jetson, what's wrong with you?

Uh, nothing, Mr. Spacely.

Uh, I-I just remembered

I forgot to mail
a letter for my wife.

Get a hold
of yourself, Jetson.

Now, where did I put
those racing forms?

(woman on intercom)
'Mr. Spacely, a package
has arrived for you.'

'It's from Expensive Junk
Incorporated.'

My Bet-o-matic.

Uh, yes, Miss Galaxy,
bring it in, please.

Eh, very good,
Miss Galaxy.

Uh, I'll be tied up for
the rest of the morning.

Uh, hold all calls.

Now, I'll have the racing
business in the palm of my hand.

boop

Place your bets!
Place your bets!

On today's race at noon--

[ringing]
I told you to hold my calls!

(Miss Galaxy)
'Thought you might wanna know
that Mrs. Spacely's'

'on her way
to your office.'

I don't care..
Mrs. Spacely?

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, no! How do I
make it go back?

boop

Cosmo, dear,
you didn't forget

our luncheon
at the Polar Lounge?

Uh, oh,
of course not, Petunia.

Let's get going then.

I don't want to keep
Lady Asteroid waiting.

Uh, you go ahead, dear.

I-I uh,
forgot my wallet.

Okay, Uniblab,
one quick game

during coffee break,
but that's it.

Baby wanna play, too.

Babies do not play poker.

Baby wanna play!
Baby wanna play!

What a kid!

Alright, already.
Here.

(George)
'Okay, now, the game
is called five card draw.'

'The object of the game is to--'

Very impressive!

All the dexterity
of a Las Venus dealer.

I'll take two.

Jetson.

Uh, yes,
Mr. Spacely?

(Spacely)
'George, I need a favor.'

I wanna place a bet
on my new Bet-o-matic

but Mrs. Spacely
showed up, and..

So anyway, the race is at noon,
and I don't wanna miss it.

(George)
'Oh, you want me to take
Mrs. Spacely to lunch?'

No, you space brain!

I want you
to place a bet for me.

I've got a hot tip on
a horse called Fly by Night

to win in the third
at Satellite Park.

Fly by Night to win
in the third at Satellite Park.

I think I can remember that.

You better.

If you mess this up,
Jetson, you're fired!

(Petunia)
'Cosmo!'

Coming, Petunia.

Hit me, junior.

I'll bet a quarter.

clank

I'll see your quarter,
and raise you double.

Well, I'll see you double,
and raise you a dollar.

Reject.

Baby has made
an illegal maneuver.

(George)
'Hey, cut that out.
He'll go on overload.'

[rattling]

'Oh, no, the memory discs!'

The square root of 294..
And I'll raise you a quarter.

'The rain in Spain
falls mainly on a cold deck.'

Now, this is more like it.

Operator.
May I help you?

Yeah, give me Venus 4-6-1,
and make it snappy.

Oh, my, what a rude child!

Eh, one moment, please.

Boss! We were gettin'
worried about you.

Listen, I got myself hooked up
with a real crater-flake.

Guy's name is Jetson,
George Jetson.

Lives in the Sky Pad Apartments
in Orbit City.

You gotta get me tonight.

Ay, boss, how am I gonna get you
out of this Jetson joint?

Think of something.
What am I payin' you for?

Oh, i-is we gettin' paid?

bleep

Hmm, what's this?

"Fly-By Night to win in
the 3rd at Satellite Park."

That horse ain't gonna win.

boing

kree

[automated message]
You missed.

Y-ow!

Not this time.

thwack

Kids today!

boop

[beeping]
Place your bet!
Place your bet!

Now, let's find
a real winner.

(salesgirl #1)
'This is
our latest from Saturn.'

It's called
'Purple Eclipse'.

It's simply
spacey on you, darling.

Oh, my!

And this is our solar cell
operator, Aurora Borealis.

A more avant-garde look
for the woman

who wants
to make a statement.

I have a statement.

Yuck!

[puppies barking]

Mother, I wanna
check with Rosie.

I'm worried
about the baby.

Hello, Mrs. J..

- How's the baby?
- How's the baby?

[gasps]

- I thought you had him.
- I thought you had him.

Well, if you don't have him,
and I don't have him..

(together)
George!

George, do you
have the baby?

Sure, he's right..

[gasps]
The baby..

What's wrong, George?

Wrong? Oh, no!
No, everything's great.

'Ah, thank goodness
you have him!'

'George, what
are you looking for?'

Uh, me and the baby
are playing hide and seek.

And I'm it.

Uh, better go now, Jane.
I gotta count to 100.

I'll see you tonight.
One, two, three..

Mother, do you think
George is acting peculiar?

No, for George, I'd say
that's perfectly normal.

Here, baby.
Here, baby, baby.

Come out, come out
wherever you are.

Ye-ouch!

Maybe he took a walk.
I gotta find that kid.

thud

You are not my baby.

Huh?
I hope not, fella.

I seem to have
misplaced my baby.

- Have you seen him?
- Can't say that I have.

Uh, when did I
see this, uh, baby?

Well, it was right after
Spacely called.

Oh, no, I forgot
to place the bet!

Hey, Haley's Comet.

He oughta
roll in some dough.

Haley's Comet to win in
the third at Satellite Park.

There you are.
I've been lookin' everywhere.

Final bet.

Haley's Comet to win in
the third at Satellite Park.

They're at the post.
Too late, sucker.

Jetson, what is this?
Grand Central Space Station?

Uh, Mr. Spacely, sir,
I can explain everything.

What's this?
Haley's Comet?

Jetson, I told you--

I know, I know.
But it got changed.

Changed? By who?

Him. He was left
on our doorstep.

(Spacely)
'That's it!'

'Blaming your incompetence
on an innocent baby.'

I'll have you thrown out
by the scruff of your neck.

And it's neck and neck.

Fly by Night ahead
and Spaceman w*r closing in.

Be reasonable, boss.

'And it's Haley's Comet
in the lead.'

'No, it's Fly by Night.'

It's going to be a photo finish.

'And it's Haley's Comet!'

Why should I
be reasonable?

Because if it weren't
for this no-good, naughty

rude, adorable,
brilliant baby

'we never would've won
all this money.'

Jetson, this baby
is a gambling genius.

Oh, you mean my son?

Yes, I--
Your son?

Oh, no, you don't!

I want to adopt
this charming child.

(George)
'And I say, I'm gonna
adopt this cute..'

little...um,
uh...baby.

[wailing]

Now, look
what you made him do!

Me? It's obvious that--

crunch

Oww!

thud

See, a smart baby never bites
the hand that feeds him.

What do you think?

Galloping Mercury
to win tomorrow's race?

Or maybe Space Biscuit.

Knock it off, mutt!

[chokes]

(George)
Astro, stop that!

Leave the nice baby alone.

Alright, George.

But don't say
I didn't warn you.

Warn me?
Warn me?

You're just jealous.

Dada is gonna
fix your formula.

- Now, you stay right there.
- Okay, dada.

What a jerk!

[doorbell rings]

Mr. Spacely,
what are you--

Good evening, George.

Petunia and I were
in the neighborhood

and thought we'd drop in
on that adorable baby.

Mama!

Oh, look, Cosmo,
he thinks I'm his mother.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Spacely,
how nice of you to come by!

Cosmo, you were right.
He's adorable!

We simply must adopt him.

The baby likes it fine here.
And here's where he'll stay.

[doorbell rings]

- Junior!
- Mama!

- Come.
- Mama!

Oh-ho, there goes
my early retirement.

We interrupt this program
to report that Tiny Terror

has still not been found. He was
last seen heading to Orbit City.

'If you see this man please
contact the police at once.'

Would you like
some coffee, Mr. uh..

- Moonrock.
- Smith.

Yeah, heh heh. Uh,
Moonrock Smith. That's it.

No coffee, thank you.
We really can't stay.

We're in a hurry.
I left some diamonds..

- I mean cookies in the oven.
- What did you say?

Well, I-I guess we, uh,
better be gettin' home.

Thanks for takin' care
of the boss..

- I mean baby.
- Yeah, you've been real swell.

Hold it!

Come on, you lunar heads,
let's blow this joint.

Mr. Jetson, I've been
sent over to take custody

of the abandoned baby
that you found.

Uhh!

Why, this is no baby.

It's Tiny Terror,
the jewel thief.

'And here's
the missing jewelry.'

My earrings!

You knew all the time,
didn't you, Astro?

Aww, shucks!

Alright, you three

it's off to
the Plutonian Penitentiary.

Oh, just when I was
gettin' used to suburban life.

(policeman)
'That's quite a dog
you got there, Mr. Jetson.'

Three cheers for Astro.

The bravest dog
in the whole galaxy.

[all together]
Hip-hip, hurray!

Hip-hip, hurray!

'Hip-hip, hurray!'

Yay! Woof woof!

It was nothin'.

I'm sorry for being
such a nebula head, Astro.

What can I do
to make it up to ya?

Ee-yah! Me and my
big mouth!