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Meet George Jetson

His boy, Elroy

Daughter, Judy

Jane, his wife

Oh, good morning, Tweeter.

There's that cough again. Polly want a gas mask?

I'll bet it's the smog.

Up we go.

Well, now we've gotten rid of the smog, let's get of the snoring.

Up and at 'em, Mr. J.

Oh, why did you have to wake me? I was dreaming about sleeping.

Mornin', Rosie. What's for breakfast?

Orange juice, eggs, bacon, toast with marmalade and coffee.

- How do you want your eggs? - Skip the eggs.

Watching your cholesterol, eh, Mr. J? Say, "Ahh."

Ahh.

Mm. You burned the toast.

- Have a good day, Dad. - You too, Elroy.

- Uh, Dad? - Yeah, son?

You're coming to my spaceball game today, aren't you?

It's the tournament semi-finals.

Sure, Elroy. I wouldn't miss it for the universe.

- Starts at 4.00. - I'll be there.

- I love you, Dad. - Love you, Judy.

Uh, Dad? Uh, there's a dance at school this afternoon.

- That's nice, dear. - Oh, thanks, Dad. You're outergalactic.

- Yeah, I'm out of money too. - Bye, darling.

Astro!

So I forgot to say goodbye.

I love you, George.

I know, I know. I love you too.

Oh, no, not again.

This is Rocket Rick, your Dees drive-time digital top-ten DJ.

And here's the morning traffic advisory for all of you poor drones

who have to do this every day.

Turn around, go home and go back to bed.

Very funny. Now let's have it straight or I'm gonna be late again.

Okay, here it is straight, just for you.

The skyway's backed up from the 101 to the 202 and the 303.

Get off and head for the 404.

404, right.

Oh, too late. The 404 is jammed.

I know. I know. It's time for the Jetson traffic-beater.

Inflate-a-Cop.

I hate to be this sneaky, but my job's on the line.

My siren's getting better every day.

Rooh-oh.

Too bad, George. Traffic school begins next Saturday.

In the meantime, here's one just for you.

George Jetson reporting, to say whatever it is I do, I just did it again.

You certainly did, George.

What's our old penny-pinching, pea-headed president up to today?

Mr. Spacely is meeting with the board of directors for the entire day.

Thank you. This is George Jetson signing off for the entire day.

And so I guarantee to reverse the...

...slight downside of our profit picture...

...with the newest development of Spacely sprockets and spindles.

It had better be good, Spacely.

It's better than good. It's cheap.

And that means... higher profits.

More money for you and, of course, for me.

Gentlemen and woman, I present to you a holographic model

of our most top-secret project,

the Spacely Sprocket and Spindle Orbiting Ore Asteroid

Manufacturing Plant Unlimited.

This plant will produce Spacely sprockets and spindles

at one-tenth of what it costs down here.

- Yeah, when it's working. - I, uh, beg your pardon?

According to my reports, this space station

has worked a grand total of three days in the last six months.

- What? Three days? - This is an outrage!

- What's going on here? - That's because we've had leadership problems.

- Yeah, my feeling exactly. - I mean leadership on the asteroid.

But everything is going smoothly now with new Vice President

Alexander Throttlebottom in charge.

Soon, we will produce our one millionth Spacely sprocket in outer space.

Spacely! Spacely! Spacely! Spacely!

Ooh, it's so nice to be loved.

Mr. Spacely, you have a call.

I hate it when you interrupt my ovations.

It's important. We've lost another one.

What?

Rudy 2, how could this happen?

He ran away, sir, same as the other three. I think he got scared and just left.

That weasel, Throttlebottom, I knew I couldn't rely on him.

At least the plant's still running, right?

Wrong, it's been sabotaged again.

And I can't tell who or what's behind it.

Well, fix it! I can't make profits if you're not making sprockets.

Fine, but I'm not pushing that button.

But the Orbiting Ore Asteroid can't work without someone to push the button.

I'll make you a vice president, Rudy 2.

Forget it. We've lost four vice presidents. It's not worth it.

I'll give you a Ra... raise.

No button.

What'll I do? What'll I do? I can lick this problem. But how?

Think, Spacely, think. First, I need a replacement for that Throttlebottom.

But who?

- Gertrude! - Yes, Mr. Spacely?

Take a problem.

Need, one...

...a worker whose total loyalty is to Spacely Sprockets.

And, of course, to me, president, CEO and all-around sweetie pie.

Two, someone expendable.

Very funny. Three,

someone who will work for peanuts.

Four, not too bright. And five, someone who can push a button.

That's it. Okay, okay, what have you got?

It's thinking, Mr. Spacely. It's thinking.

Jetson?

I wouldn't use Jetson if Spacely Sprockets were going bankrupt!

If I needed a transfusion! If I lost my stockholders!

My home! If I were penniless!

- Penniless? - He is expendable.

Perfect.

Jetson!

You. Here. Now.

Welcome aboard, Vice President Jetson.

Vice president?

Right, vice president in charge of the Orbiting Ore Asteroid.

Congratulations!

Me, vice president?

Don't slobber, George. You and your family leave tomorrow.

- Go home. Pack. - Vice president? Pack? Go?

Ah, how quickly you grasp things.

I knew you were the right man for the job up there.

- Up there? - George? What do you do for us down here?

Well, I push the button that gets things started.

Exactly, and now, with your family beside you, you face a new challenge.

- Are you up to it, Jetson? - Yes, sir, Mr. Spacely.

- It's going to be lot of work. - Not too much for me, sir.

Good, then roll up your sleeves. You'll be working overtime.

Gosh, the game's almost over. I wonder what's keeping Dad.

Elroy!

Go, Elroy!

- Now, coach? - Now, Elroy.

The last shot of the game to win it for us.

You got the tall guy on you.

- Shall I give him the Elroy Elevator? - What else? It's the only shot you got.

Get out there and sink it, or I'm sunk.

Here it comes, the Elroy Elevator.

Going up, going down. Going up, going down.

Going in.

- All right! - Great shot, Elroy!

Hey, where's Dad?

My big moment, and he wasn't here to see it.

Will you still be there?

It's so hard to reason with a heart out of control

Why wait to hear an answer when it's too soon to know

Maybe love

Maybe not

No, the chance is all we're given

The chance is all we've got

Maybe love

Maybe not

Still something in me says this may be love

All I know for certain is I've never felt like this

A love that lasts forever

Could start with just a kiss

Hey, what's your name?

Uh, Judy.

Well, Ju-Ju-Judy, we got a date Friday night.

Maybe love

Maybe not

- You've got a real date with Cosmic Cosmo! - No, the chance is all we're given

- The chance is all we've got - How nebular!

Maybe love

And you can be sure your donation will help the recycling program, Mrs. Skypad.

Thank you.

What's the matter, Elroy? Did your team lose the big game?

No, I made the winning shot.

- Why so upset, then? - Dad never showed up.

Why, that's not like him.

Tomorrow, tomorrow. I've got a date with Cosmic Cosmo.

- Tomorrow! - Ah, young love.

I remember one time my date and I tripped the light fantastic,

and we tripped a few circuit breakers too.

Hello, I'm home, and I've got great news!

- They made me a vice president. - Way to go, George!

- All right! - We gotta move.

Move?

Yep, to Spacely's Orbiting Ore Asteroid.

To Spacely's Orbiting Ore Asteroid?

- Tomorrow. - Tomorrow?

But what about my spaceball playoffs?

And my date with Cosmic Cosmo.

- And my recycling. - Hey, I thought you'd be happy.

You all know how long I've wanted to get a promotion.

And besides, I'm doing it all for you, my family.

Ah, George.

Your father's right, kids. I'm sorry, honey.

- I'm really thrilled for you. - Metacataclysmic.

- Her life is over. - My life is over!

She just needs to get used to the idea.

She's not the only one. Oh, well, maybe it won't be so bad.

How long can Mr. J last as a vice president anyways?

I'll start packing.

Don't be so glum, Elroy. With my new job, I can set my own hours.

We'll have lost of extra time together.

Then you can help me perfect my Elroy Elevator shot?

Son, we'll make you a spaceball star.

There it is.

- It won't be long now. - Yeah, I can hardly wait.

Look, Judy, it's got a shopping mall.

A mall?

Oh, nothing matters without Cosmo.

It doesn't look so bad at all.

I hope they have a Quickie Lube Robot Repair.

My arm squeaks from all that packin'.

Look, there's the Orbiting Ore Asteroid.

- And there's the new plant. - Your new plant, Mr. Vice President.

Well...

Hey, take a look. Our new hometown. Intergalactic Garden Estates.

It doesn't look like any place I've ever seen before.

What's this, the garage?

It's very nice, George.

Oh, brother!

Oh, I guess I can do something with it.

You're gonna have to. It's empty.

Well, uh, maybe the furniture and stuff is just late being delivered, maybe.

- Where's my room? - Where's the kitchen?

Where's the phone? I've gotta call Francie and find out what I'm missing.

I wonder if this thing works up here.

Say! Oh, how nice.

Oh, wow! This is orbital!

Come on, boy! Let's give this thing a whirl.

- All right! - What'll it be, Astro?

- Slow, medium of fast? - Slow!

Jane! Get me off this crazy thing!

Oh, boy! This is better than home!

Say, isn't this nice. "Welcome Jetsons."

Hey! Whoa! Hold it!

Now, who could that be?

Welcome wagon! I'm your upstairs neighbour, Lucy 2!

Oh, thank you, Lucy. How nice. I'm Jane Jetson.

George... come meet one of our new neighbours. That's my husband.

- What breed is he? - No, not Astro. Him, George.

Him George!

Now cut that out! Hi, glad to...

See you guys! Gotta check this place out!

I just found out Doris told Susie, and Susie told Mary,

and Mary and Francie, and Francie told me,

Helen took my date with Cosmo!

And now my heart is totally broken!

I'll never be happy again. Never, never, never, never.

I hate this place!

- Don't worry. Kids are all the same. - You have kids?

Oh, yes! In fact, your son might run into my son, Teddy 2.

Where's your husband?

You'll meet Ruby 2 at the plant. He works there.

He does? Oh, great! I'll see him in the morning.

- That's the big startup day. - Again.

- I beg your pardon? - Oh, nothing. Well, enjoy the goodies.

If you'd like me to show you around the mall tomorrow, Jane...

That sounds like fun. Judy, how'd you like to go shopping at the mall tomorrow?

I can't. I can't. What time does it open?

- Shall I serve dinner? - Elroy's not back yet. I'm getting worried.

- Hi. Sorry I'm late. - Elroy, you should know better than...

Yikes!

Hold it! How many times have I told you not to bring in pets?

I know, Dad, but he followed me home. Can I keep him, please?

Hmm.

Huh?

- Can I keep him, Dad? Can I? - No, of course not!

- He's awfully cute. - Well, now, suppose he belongs to somebody.

- Like who? - Like us. Sorry, but the door was open.

And we've been looking for the little one. Fergie Furbelow!

You know better than to wander off like that.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Mama.

We're the Furbelows. Bertie Furbelow.

- Gertie Furbelow. - How do you do?

And that's our little Fergie. She's a girl.

- How can you tell? - Uh, we're...

The Jetsons. George, Jane, Judy and Elroy. We know.

Been expectin' you. We're all the way from the outer rings of Krile.

Now we're your next door neighbours.

Oh! Well, we're pleased to meet you.

Come on, all. Let's give 'em some peace their first day.

Hey, look, if you need anything, remember we're right through the wall.

Hope you like Furbelow music, George.

Got super surround sound sonic boomers in our place.

Uh, what is Furbelow music?

Mostly drums and chants, you know.

Oh, you'll love it.

So welcome, all you Jetsons, to Intergalactic Garden Estates.

Weird, huh?

I wonder what they're saying about us.

You know, George, I've got the strangest feeling

something wonderful's going to happen to us up here.

That's funny. I feel the same way.

Good night, George.

Good night, dear.

Wake up, George.

Come on, Mr. Vice President, darling. Up and at 'em.

Stand back, Mrs J. Let's see what this does.

Ow! Hey, what the...

Hey!

Good morning, Mr. Jetson. Sit back, relax. I'm Mac, your transportation.

We're on your own personal skyway, taking you right to the plant.

Huh? You mean no traffic? No gridlock?

- No skyway patrol? - That's right, bub.

My dream come true. Wait a minute. I can't go to the office in my pajamas.

Hey, no problem. We groom you on the way.

Hey! Easy! Whoa! Watch it!

Not bad.

Goodbye, darling.

- Have a nice day, Dad. - Thanks, son.

- Bye, Dad. - Enjoy the mall, dear. Feel better.

I love you, George!

Yech.

Ah, this is the life. To the office, Mac!

Hi! You must be Rudy 2.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jetson. - Call me George.

Wow, what a place.

Well, I guess we should have a staff meeting.

- I'd like to meet all the employees. - You just did.

You mean, you and me? That's it?

That's why it's so cheap to make sprockets here. We're fully automated.

But it's still all in your hands, George. Or should I say, your finger.

There's the drilling bore. It brings up the ore.

The bore brings up the ore. Got it.

- The ore makes the sprockets. - The ore makes the sprockets?

Uh-huh.

- Pack the sprockets into packets - Sack the packets into brackets?

- For the lockers - For the lockers

Lock the sprocket locker key in the pocket of your jacket

Got the sprocket locker key in my outer jacket pocket

- Are you ready? - I'm ready!

Take the bored ore packets from the packet brackets

- And we rocket - While we're rappin'

Yes, we rocket while we're rappin' and we're rockin' and a rollin'

And we rocket the sprockets to Spacely

Yeah!

Hey, you've done everything.

Everything but press the button that gets it all going.

That's your job, George. And Mr. Spacely says you're the best!

Well, I wouldn't say that. But well, yes, maybe I would.

I just have to make a few adjustments,

then we'll notify Mr. Spacely we're ready to start.

Ah, I love my job. Tell me when you're ready, Rudy.

Yes, Mr. Vice President.

Call me for lunch.

Hmm. This is our fifth opening day at the new plant.

Jetson better not mess this thing up.

George's button-pushing ceremony begins at noon.

And we don't have too much time,

so we'll just make this a quick little look-around.

And here we are, the Galaxy Galleria.

Credit chips to the right, ladies.

I hope George's credit is good up here.

It's lunaristic!

Except that Cosmic Cosmo isn't here.

Mom, um...

I'd sort of like to wander around by myself, if you guys don't mind.

Sure, go ahead. Just back in time for us to get to Dad's ceremony.

No problem. Thanks.

Maybe I'll go up to the nature zone.

No

I'm not making that promise again

Nothing can change my mind

Nothing at all

'Cause love

Has a way of coming undone

Till I'm all alone with my heart

And here I'll stay

And I always thought I'd see you again

Oh, how it hurts every time

You've crossed my heart since then

God, I'd give it all it takes to hold what might have been

'Cause I always thought I'd see you again

Love doesn't come when you need love

It's not always there when you fall

Try as you may, you've got nothing to say

Nothing at all

I always thought I'd see you again

Oh, how it hurts every time

You've crossed my heart again

God, I'd give it all it takes to hold what might have been

'Cause I always thought I'd see you again

'Cause I always thought I'd see you

Again

Ooh, that Cosmic Cosmo! I'll never trust another boy ever again.

Ooh, you dumb, dumb, duh...

- Dummy? - Uh-huh.

Uh-huh, right.

It was all my fault.

My name's Apollo Blue.

I'm Judy.

Oh, my gosh! It's two minutes to 12.00! I've gotta go!

Don't tell me you turn into a pumpkin.

Hey!

See you tomorrow, pumpkin? Same time, same place?

Yeah! Cosmagoric City!

Elroy Jetson?

Here, coach.

You pair off with Teddy 2 for a little one-on-one.

- I wanna see your best shot. - Sure, coach.

Hi. You any good?

My name may be Teddy 2, but I'm number one.

You mean you were. Back home they used to call this the Elroy Elevator.

Going up.

Going down. Going in!

No way, Elroy.

That's two for Teddy 2.

I think your elevator is out of order.

- Comin' to the ceremony? - You bet.

It's D-Day, gentlemen and woman.

Or as I prefer to call it, P-Day! P for profits!

Today, the one millionth Spacely Sprocket.

Tomorrow, the universe!

It gives me great pleasure to introduce our new vice president

up at the Orbiting Ore Asteroid...

George Jetson.

- That's my George! - Way to go, Dad!

Elroy, I know you're father hasn't had much time for you lately,

but couldn't you show him a little support?

Okay.

Jetson!

Oh, there you are, Mr. Spacely. And... hi to you, board.

- Hello, George! - Hi!

Before this finger presses the button to start the plant,

I'd like to say a few words of thanks to Mr. Spacely

for making this day possible for my family and...

Cool it, Jetson. Just push the stupid button.

Uh... yes, sir.

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for!

Spacely! Spacely! Spacely!

- Yay, Daddy! - That's my George!

Here it comes.

All right, 999.

One mil... 998, 997.

It's going backwards!

Yeow!

Oh, no! Not again!

Look out!

Ow!

Watch out, Teddy 2! I'll save you!

Elroy! Where's Elroy?

And Teddy 2.

Son! Son!

What the...? Jetson!

- Mr. Spa... Spa... Spa... - What's going on up there?

A bricken bracken's broken in the sproken locken!

I mean...

new glitches always have plants.

You're destroying my plant! Turn the machines off! Turn them off!

Yes, sir! Right away, sir!

- It's off, sir. - Get it started soon.

Lost time means lost money.

And lost money means lost vice president.

Get it?

So can I stay over with Elroy tonight, Mom? Huh?

Dear, I'm not sure that's a good idea tonight, after what happened.

Aw, Mom, please? Elroy saved me, he's my new best friend.

It's all right with me.

Oh, all right. But first let me give you a hand.

Ah, that feels better.

Say thanks to Mrs. Jetson, be a good boy and stay well-oiled.

All right!

George, there's something you should know.

Since the plant opened, there's been an unusual amount of... of...

- Glitches? - Uh-huh.

I thought we cleared them all up, but they keep happening.

It may be safer for you to just leave.

What? And lose my chance to be a vice president? No way!

- But, George, there's... - Not another word.

George Jetson doesn't run away from a glitch.

We just need to make a few repairs tomorrow,

then the magic Jetson finger will show just what it can do.

You're in early.

That's because today's the day we're gonna lick these glitches, Rudy.

- Ready? - George, are you sure you want to do this?

Yes. My first vice-presidential decision.

Bingo!

Circuit breaker's broken in the sprocket locker bracket. I'll get a new one.

George? Jogging? This early?

Stop this crazy thing!

I can't! I can't! It's stuck!

Now what, Jetson? What is it this time?

Just another little glitch, Mr. Spacely.

Another little glitch, eh?

Yes, sir.

I think I know what the glitch is, Jetson. And I'm looking at him!

Gertrude, this is an emergency.

Book me on the next cheap flight to the asteroid.

May I get you anything?

Don't give those guys any more doughnuts.

I didn't know the Galleria had any place like this.

- It's metagalactical! - No, don't!

- You all right? - Uh-huh, I think.

- This as all a hologram. - Wow. It looks so real.

You can punch up all kinds of make-believe scenery.

It's beautiful.

That song you're playing, is that the one you sent to me?

Yeah, do you remember the words?

Uh, I think so.

Give me one reason why you look so sad

A heart like yours wasn't made for that

Give me your hand, I'll pull you through

Give me some time and I swear to you

Every night, I'll be so close

Every night, hey, don't you know

You and me

Were made to be in love

Don't let them tear us apart

You and me

Were made for love

Baby, you know it's a matter of fact

I can't stand by when you feel like that

Baby, you know when it comes to love

I got time and that's time enough

Every night, I'll be so close

Every night, hey, don't you know

You and me

Were made to be in love

Don't let them tear us apart

You and me

You're all I ever need

Look in my eyes, can't you see?

You and me

- That was great! - Thanks.

My boyfriend back home was a musician too.

Uh, my former boyfriend.

Well, isn't this a small galaxy.

Mr. J!

Don't say a word.

- Poor Mr. J. - All he needs is a good night's sleep.

Or a chiropractor.

Oh, I had no idea being a vice president could be so dangerous.

There's something going on, George.

The two sprocket lockers were unscrewed from the locked sprocket sockets.

- Say that again. - I can't.

- You mean these weren't accidents? - No, they were a warning.

- A what? - A warning. To close down the plant.

I might as well tell you. We've been getting them since the plant opened.

It's why Spacely's gone through four vice presidents.

- Four? - They all had accidents just like this

- then left. - Well, I'm not leaving.

George Jetson doesn't scare that easily.

Someone's sneaking in at night and fouling things up.

So that means we've got to go back tonight and keep watch.

- Good luck, George. - Huh?

I'm sorry, George. I like you, but I've got to think about my family.

- I've got three hungry oil spouts to fill. - I understand, Rudy.

This is a job for a vice president, anyway.

George Jetson is mad, and he's not gonna take it anymore.

Dad needs help. Tonight, I'll help him solve the mystery of those accidents.

All I need is my detecto kit.

And me.

- No, Teddy 2. I can't ask you to help. - Well, you helped me.

Besides, you don't even know the layout of the plant. I'm going.

Great! Me too.

No, Astro. Not you too. And not you, either, Fergie.

Ohh!

- Why not? - Yeah, why not?

Why not? Because Mom needs you here.

- You've got to look after her. - Right!

Okay. Then as soon as it gets dark, we sneak out the back,

then we'll go down to the plant, and we'll use my detecto kit.

All right, vandals. Now you've got George Jetson to deal with.

I'll be waitin' for 'em, eyes and ears open,

coiled like a tiger, ready to spring.

All clear.

George? George?

I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Hmm.

Oh, Galaxina, just because I'm a robot

doesn't mean we can't have children.

Will Galaxina pull the plug on her romance?

Tune in tomorrow for another episode of "All My Androids".

Rosie, be careful. You'll rust up again.

- Mrs. Jetson, did George come home? - No, he's at the plant.

No, he's not. I was just there. He's... he's disappeared.

Disappeared? Oh, no! Elroy and Teddy 2!

Oh, no! Elroy!

- Where could those kids have gone? - Elroy detective.

Detective? Elroy's playing detective? Where?

Oh, no! The plant! Is that where he's gone?

- Right! With Teddy 2! - With Teddy 2!

You sure? I didn't see them there, and the plant's all locked up.

I don't know how they'd get in.

I didn't remember the vent was so high.

- My detecto kit has a rope. - Rope?

Grab my ankles. I'll show you my elevator.

Wow!

Going up! Going in!

- Excuse me. - Mother?

I'm sorry, guys, but you know I wouldn't call if it weren't important.

- Is Elroy with you? - Elroy? No.

He and Teddy have wandered off. I need you to help me find them.

Search the mall, search the school. They might be at the plant.

- Now? - Now.

I knew you'd understand.

The light switch is over here somewhere.

What was that noise?

Here's the light switch.

- There's that noise. - It came from over here.

- There it is again. - I'll get some fingerprint powder.

I wonder where Dad is. Hey! Where's my kit?

Huh? What's going on?

Ready, set, go!

- Fergie! - Gotcha!

Grungee!

Grungee?

Aw, Grungee.

How do you know what he is, Fergie?

Fergie, Grungees play. Squeep!

- Squeep? And you play with them? - Uh-huh.

- Squeep. - Squeep.

So, it's you little guys causing the accidents.

Trying to shut down the plant and get my father fired.

Wait till he hears about...

I'm programmed for most languages

and I can tell you the Grungee community is not very happy

- with what we're doing here. - What are we doing here?

He says we've been destroying their town.

My dad? No way! I want to see for myself.

Elroy Jetson, hold it right there!

Well, well, look what we've got here.

Elroy, you're coming home with me right...

- Hey, what's that cute little guy? - That's Squeep.

I believe we've solved the mystery. He's the reason the plant's being sabotaged.

Come with us. Will you, guys? I've got a feeling we're gonna need your help.

Teddy, are you programmed to be scared?

- No. - I am.

Come on, follow me. Come on, come on.

Gee, I don't know about this.

Yeah. Where are we anyway?

Yike! Ah!

Shh.

Wow!

Hello? Anyone, hello?

Hey!

- Look at these little guys. - Yeah, they're great.

They're so cute.

Oh, no. What are we doing?

We're destroying their homes.

Is everything all right back here?

Oh, what a way to fly.

Elroy!

Teddy!

George!

Elroy! George!

Are they down there?

There, down there.

How awful, you poor thing. We've got to do something.

But what?

Really don't like the looks of this.

Are you sure they're down there, Astro?

Right. I hope so.

We'll just get Dad to shut down the plant.

He can't do that. It's his job.

And my dad's too.

- Astro! - Elroy!

But where's Mom? You're supposed to be looking after mom.

Right here, son. And you've got a lot of explaining to do.

Are you all right, Mrs. J?

I'm fine. I found everybody.

Except George.

George? George!

George?

Oh, George! I love you, George!

- Dad. Dad. - George! What happened?

- Are you all right, Dad? - No! I'm not all right!

I was kidnapped by these vicious little furballs

with beady eyes and razor teeth.

But, Dad, they were just trying to save their homes.

- You're destroying their city. - They didn't know what else to do.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What's that?

Uh, darling, I'm afraid we have to have a little talk.

You want me to do what?

I'm finally a vice president after years of "yes, Mr. Spacely,"

"absolutely, Mr. Spacely," "oh, and by the way, Mr. Spacely,

now that I'm a vice president, my family wants me to close your plant

and lose my job, just as I've reached the top."

No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

And that's final!

Well, we'll just see about that.

Now, could someone please untie me?

Not yet.

First, we negotiate.

What? Are you Jane Jetson? Are you my wife?

- Do you love me? - Yes, but do you love your family?

'Course I do. You're all I think about.

All you've thought about lately is your job.

Yeah, Dad. You've been so wrapped up in work, you haven't had time for us.

Okay, I'll put in for a long vacation,

but it'll have to wait until I get the plant going again.

- That's no good, George. - What else do you want?

George, all I ask is that you look around and see what your job is making you do.

No job is worth destroying the lives of innocent creatures.

See for yourself.

Oh, my gosh, it's a city.

It's more than a city. It's their entire world,

and you're destroying it...

and them.

Mr. Jetson, the Grungees really feel bad about taking you down here.

But as you can see, they were desperate.

But... but what can I do?

Jetson? Jetson!

Mr. Spacely.

Where's Jetson? And why is the plant shut down?

- It's the middle of the night. - Machines don't sleep! Start it up!

Every second lost means money lost.

And money lost means I scream a lot!

- But what about the Jetsons? They're all... - Forget that idiot Jetson.

I'm gonna get my millionth sprocket if I have to do it myself.

How dare you, you pile of bolts.

You don't understand, there's...

There, that's better. Nobody pushes Spacely.

- What's happening? - Someone's started the plant.

We got to... to... get out of here!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Oh, no! Squeep! Hang on!

Elroy!

- He's got Squeep! - Elroy! Oh, thank God you're safe, son.

Oh, Elroy, darling.

I was afraid. I was so afraid.

I'm okay, Mom. I'm okay. Squeep's okay too.

- Thank all of you. - Yay!

Come on. Come on, everyone. We've got to stop the drilling.

Come on!

I never should've put that dummy Jetson in charge of an operation this important.

When I get home, I'll get a new vice president.

- You've already got a vice president. - Jeston!

Yes, sir, Mr. Spacely. That dummy, George Jeston.

What do you think you're doing, Jetson?

Turning off the plant before you do any more damage.

Stay away from this button, that's an order!

No, sir, Mr. Spacely.

- What? - I said, no, sir, Mr. Spacely.

- Yay, Daddy! - My gosh, that felt good.

Mr. Spacely, you can't stand in the way of George Jetson!

Geronimo!

- That's my George! - Oh, George!

What's gotten into you, Jetson? There better be a good explanation for this.

Oh, there is, all right.

Did you know about these wonderful little creatures, Mr. Spacely,

when you decided to mine this asteroid?

- What creatures, Jetson? - These creatures.

These wonderful creatures.

You money-grabbing, insensitive, lying old goat!

You did, didn't you?

Well, I may have heard something about...

You heard. All you care about is money.

- Yeah! - But they're useless.

And I'm here to tell you they're not one bit useless.

They just saved my boy's life is what they did.

The Grungees don't mean any harm.

Mr. Spacely, this whole planet is about different kinds of life forms.

Working together for the good of everyone.

What do you expect me to do? I can't just close the plant.

Then figure out a way to keep the plant and let the Grungees have their homes.

Can't you find it in your heart to reach a compromise?

Think about all the profits you've lost.

But think of all the profits you'd make if you worked with the Grungees.

- You mean hire all of them? - No, I mean become partners.

They run the plant and sell you the sprockets at a fair price.

Fair?

Otherwise, you'll never get your millionth sprocket.

Ahh!

I don't believe it! They've doubled production.

And they found a way to recycle the old sprockets.

Now, no one will ever have to mine this asteroid again.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine.

One million.

- Outergalactic? - The outergalactic-est

- Yeah! - Oh, yeah!

- What did he say? - Let's hear it for Mr. Spacely.

Spacely!

I think I'm gonna be sick. Jetson, I think you've done quite enough here.

Yes, sir, Mr. Spacely. Will I be getting a promotion?

A promotion? You're lucky I'm giving you your old job back.

But what about vice president?

All right, all right, you're a vice president, but no raise!

- Does this mean we have to leave? - Well, yes, son.

With the Grungees running the plant,

Spacely Sprockets doesn't need me here anymore.

Well, I guess it's good... goodbye, Apollo.

Hey, it's okay. I'll come visit, I promise.

In the meantime, here's the demo of the song I wrote for us.

- Oh, Apollo. - Some dude might turn it into a hit.

Maybe Cosmic Cosmo?

Uh-uh. This is ours. Just ours. Always.

Hey, your friends are calling.

- Elroy. - See you, Squeep.

Can I use that move of yours, the Elroy Elevator?

Didn't do me much good, but sure, if you want to.

Maybe someday we'll play on the same team.

We already have. And we won.

I'm gonna miss this place a lot.

It shows that you can make friends and prove yourself anywhere in the universe.

I know, Dad. But leaving's still hard.

Yeah, it is. I know.

Goodbye! Thank you for everything.

Goodbye, George. And lots of luck.

Thanks. Goodbye.

Lots of luck. See ya!

- Bye! Bye! - Bye! Bye-bye!

- Where's Fergie? - Here she is.

- Mama. - Bye-bye.

Look. Look, Dad. It's the Grungees.

Well, that sure was nice of 'em, wasn't it?

I love you, George.

The War was over...

The only survivors were street animals:

dogs, cats and rats.

From them, a new race of mutants evolved.

That was a long time ago.

Mok, a legendary superrocker, has retired to Ohmtown.

There his computers work at deciphering an ancient code

which would unlock a doorway between this world and another dimension

Obsessed with his dark experiment,

Mok himself searches or the last crucial component...

a very special voice.

Whew, home at last!

We've seen every new singer in the whole country.

Hey, did the boss find the voice for his new act?

Nah, and he ain't gonna, cause there's no place left to look.

Toad?

Yeah?

One more show, in town.

But boss...

Now!

I'll get the car.

Computer, report.

Your record sales are dropping.

A confidential analysis shows a downward trend in popularity...

Enough!

that could result....

Stop!

Not you stupid, drive on.

Downward trend in popularity. Hmph.

Computer, report on our ...project.

Progress on this project unchanged.

Show me the Armageddon Key.

Have you finished decoding it?

Decoding not yet complete Mok.

I see.

Most recent calculations show you will still need a living voice

The vibrations from this voice will create the doorway

through which the being will enter this dimension.

The ring I designed will identify the exact voice frequency you will require.

Yes yes, thank you.

You're welcome Mok.

That one voice will bring me a powerful being from another dimension.

A scientific breakthrough for me;

an unforgettable magic show for the masses.

You really have a way with words Omar.

Hey, I'm rehearsing.

So we play one song. One of your songs, of course.

Of course.

So if we did two songs, one could be mine.

...yeah ...yeah, okay.

Omar!

yeah Angel?

- I'm gonna trust you. - Yeah, you trust everybody.

Where's Dizzy and Stretch? You cannot defend your planet alone. Prepare to die Space Cadet.

C'mon Stretch, We're on in five.

No, nyet! Not yet Diz.

I gotta unwind! Look out!

You've got company at twelve o'clock.

! But the house is such a mess!

Stretch...

Go away, Fatso.

I'm a goner! Oh no, magnetic forces slowing down my brain... helpen dere...

No Replay.

C'mon superstars, we've got a song to get off.

Two songs.

yeah yeah yeah.

C'mon Stretch, snap out of it.

Okay, but I'm still not relaxed.

You'll be okay, you're just nervous. Take a deep breath.

Hey, it worked! I'm not nervous, I'm scared.

Fabuloso! Thanks guys, I too love the sound of cats in boiling water.

Okay, now, join me Mylar in welcoming tonight's last act!

Don't need you, I don't live in this town

Don't trust you, don't want you standing around

Don't want you, ain't gonna stick around

I wasn't born for loving I was born to raise Hell

I wasn't born for loving I was born to raise Hell

I hate you, and I hate this town

I mean you, and this awful town,

I mean you, you just make me laugh

I wasn't born for loving I was born to raise Hell

I wasn't born for loving I was born to raise Hell

I hate you do you like me? No!

No!

It's such a pity you want me to go Go!

You're so pretty, you're so pretty. You're so fair, love your hair.

You're so pretty, you're so pretty. Love your makeup, love your nose.

Love your eyes. Love your clothes.

You're PRETTY USELESS!

I hate you, and I hate this town.

I mean you...

... don't need you, I don't live in this town, don't trust you...

Someone cut the power?

What happened?

We didn't even finish!

Give me just one good reason why you guys should finish.

How about this?

Okay, that's one good reason.

Chop chop, same song.

Omar, MY song!

And now, back by popular demand, tonight's last act.

Oh what will the signal be For your eyes to see me.

Watching outside as I wait, just in case you need me.

So I still will set the stage, send my thoughts to you.

I'm receiving every wave, this song sends love through.

Mok, right? I'm one of your biggest fans! Welcome to Mylar's!

The launching pad, or the stars!

Easy on the polyesters, guy!

Oh what will the signal be For your eyes to see me.

So uh, what's going down,

I mean this wouldn't have anything to do with your world-wide talent search, would it?

Okay okay, so it's hush hush,

I don't know anything, except... I might just have a band... that could make us both a bundle.

...a tidy sum? ...a couple of bucks?

Heeey! I didn't say it was THIS band, did I?

Now I have revealed exactly why I'm here, I'll be your angel if you want to see

how perfect sharing love with an angel can be.

Like I said, this band's on it's way to fame and fortune.

All right!

I loved it! And so did a warm personal and influential friend of mine.

The only Ohmtown rocker to have a record go gold, platinum and plutonium in one day!

Um... Don't tell me... um, um, who?

Mok, the Magic Man!

Mok? Don't let him get us! He'll put a heck on me!

Hex, Stretch, hex.

Ooo, two of them, that's even worse!

Hey guys, I'm gonna work up your promo, so which one's your lead singer?

- Omar. - Angel.

- Angel. - Omar.

A duo? Fabuloso! Old fashioned but new! I love it!

Where'd Angel go?

I dunno. She left. So, uh, listen Omar, have you ever thought about, well,

about singing with Angel?

Yeah Omar. You know, two lungs are better than one, right?

You see Omar, Mr. Mylar was a little confused about who our lead singer is...

Yeah, and Dizzy

Okay, okay, I'm getting the idea. I may be stubborn but I'm not stupid.

Come on, Omar, I think if you and Angel ever got together, someday we could be as big as Mok.

Screw Mok.

Omar, don't talk like that! Mok is everywhere! M-M-Mok knows everything.

It's Mok!

No, it's not, it's only officer Quadhole. Crazy cop.

Hey you guys, you were great tonight. See ya later.

You've already screwed things up for one night.

I trusted you, you jerk...

Nice talk. I came to tell you.. You were good!

You were good!

So why'd you walk?

Hey you know, everything got a little weird.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I don't know Angel. I guess I just want it all, now.

I want everything too, Omar. It takes time.

Miss Angel?

Hey you sleazy pervo, I'm gonna...

A message for Miss Angel.

Omar, forget him, look at this.

Won't you come up for a spell? Cute. Forget it.

Come on! O, he wants to talk to us. It could be big fun.

I thought you weren't coming up to Mok's, Omar.

I changed my mind.

Welcome to the modest house of Mok!

Omar, you haven't even met the guy.

Don't have to, I've seen his magic act.

If I didn't know you better, Omar, I'd say you were jealous.

Get serious.

I guess you're not coming in?

I guess you're right.

Shoot yourself.

How do you get in?

M-m-m-maybe you gotta sacrifice a goat or something. Ooo!

Yeah?

W-we're here t-to see Mok...

Mok! Great to see ya!

he heh, but eh

Nice place you got here. Kinda cozy.

Ah thanks uh, but...

Mok, baby, let's talk some vinyl, what's the deal?

Eh, listen, you got it all wrong, I'm not... oof!

Oh, hi! You must be Mok's brother.

No, but... uh

No? But you look so much alike.

Duh, well uh we are brothers, but uh

Like I said, let's bottom line it Mok!

I'M NOT MOK !!!

You're not?

No.

Sorry. Mok! Great to see ya!

Did you tell him I was Mok?

No.

Then why does he keep calling me Mok?

Are you calling me a liar?

No, but he keeps calling me Mok.

- You are calling me a liar. - I am... not.

......

That's it, party's over.

Slow down Omar, now let's give it a chance

Come on, it's a waste of time to creep around this depravo's

...mansion escorted by two of mother nature's finest freaks.

-Three... -Huh? Three!

This one talks in numbers.

Words to the wise, guy. Be nice, or be dog food. Follow?

Make yourselves at home.

Except you.

It was the freak reference, wasn't it?

You gonna apologize, rude boy?

- I'm sorry... dogbreath! - What you..?!

Anyone want a beer?

I'm Mok.

Hi.

- Am Not! - Am so!

ahem!

Allow me to introduce the Rollerskating Schlepper Brothers:

Toad, Sleazy and Zip.

Mes assistants stupide.

I just love it when he talks French... ooof!

Ah, sweet Angel. You look more beautiful in person, than you do onstage.

Better get some antiseptic on that before it festers.

Well, uh, that's Omar, our and... And this...

Enough about them, let's talk about you.

What did you think of my last album?

I loved it!

I bought it too. My gerbil uses it for a room divider.

But where's our hospitality? Boys! Bring on the Edison Balls.

I'm sure you're into reaching new levels of consciousness, aren't you?

Yeah, we're into that kinda stuff. It's all we ever do.

Excellent. Then I've got something you boys will really enjoy.

Shall we take a stroll in the garden, my dear?

Here, wiseguy.

Ooo. Uh, not for me, I've had one today, and uh...

Catch!

Where's the fat one?

Fat one? Hmph. I don't like this. Angel? ...Angel?

So, uh, how many rooms you crammed into here?

Success does have it's rewards, Angel.

However, such trophies are minor compared to what I really want.

Okay on number three; fade up on the girl.

An audience which and understand the power of magic.

My magic.

Is that too much to ask?

No, but

Apparently, it is. You must remember that my last concert was not entirely sold out.

So? It was still great. I was there!

Don't toy with me, Angel. I'll show them power. I can do it! With you, Angel, and your voice.

What about the rest of the band?

My contract has room for only one signature: yours.

The group's just starting to come together. I think we've got a pretty good chance of

Vegitating on the Ohmtown circuit for the rest of your life.

Call it what you want! I believe in

Miracles? If you think you're going anywhere with the Omars of this world...

Open your eyes! Accept my offer.

No Mok. I couldn't leave them for anything.

I didn't offer you anything; I offer you EVERYTHING!

NO!

Too bad. But we all have our illusions, far be it for me to take away yours.

Hey, she's picking it up.

Yeah, the boss was right.

Come on, Come on, the boss it waiting!

Toad.

You will bring me my demon, Angel, whether you like it or not. Show her friends to the door.

Angel? Angel? We have to go. Oh no.

I spy with my little eye something that begins with...

...Fat!

I was looking for you. What's going on? I demand an answer!

Hey you know, you're a pretty nosy guy.

Violence is not the answer to anything. Can't we discuss this civilized human beings?

Nope, I don't think so.

Look Sleazy. These ones are still watching old holograms I think their brains have seized up!

Triumph! Triumph to the glory! Triumph of the glory of me!

Aww, lookit Toad, now they're sleeping like little babies.

Everyone outta the pool!

But Toad, they can't walk in this condition.

Yeah, you're right Sleazy. I think they better drive.

Excuse me, but could you put me down? Hello? Hello?

Is anyone in there? Ouch!

Oh, so you wanna play rough eh? That's what I was afraid of.

These hands are lethal weapons. I could paralyze you.

Oh no you couldn't. Remember, violence is not the answer to anything.

Hey Toad, this one's got lethal weapons.

Whoa! Keep him away from me!

You skinheads don't scare me! Omar! Stretch! Where's Angel?

What have you done with her?

We didn't do nuthin'. She's goin to Nuke-York with Mok.

She what?

She's gonna be a big star. Mok's gonna make her a big star!

She was, uh, overwhelmed.

Over, ...uh ...like he said.

Wait a minute, she wouldn't go anywhere with you guys.

I'm bored Zip.

yah yah yah, me too.

- Happy trails, buckeroos! - Hey! You guys can't get away with...this?

You guys are totally stoned!

Stretch, Stretch, wake up! I can't drive this car!

Alright, where are the keys!? Where are the keys!?

Dumb dog!

Look... Look out!

Get a grip on yourself Dizzy. We're not going to die.

Oh yes we are!

Oh no, the bag lady!

Here, I'm sorry.

Oh no! This is my car, my wheels, my Voltage Wagon!

Hey, Stretch, dehydrate.

Okay.

Ah! What's going on? Where's Angel?

Angel's gone, Omar.

What?

Look! There! Mok's taking her to Nuke-York.

Well thank you, little Miss Ambition.

- Huh? - Ooo! - Well it ain't that easy. She owes me a...

Owes you? Hmm!

I mean US a personal explanation.

Nuke York's only three days away.

Gonna take us six days. We only got half a car left. hee hee hee!

Okay you punks,

Freeze.

Whaterya doin in a public fountain?

I give up Quad, what are we doin in a public fountain?

Okay wiseguys, into the car. Now.

Why?

That's a 4-19, BF: Bathing Felony. You're luckily I'm not running you in for a 4-31; Improper Swimwear.

Hey, wait! A real crime's been committed! Those goons at Mok's place tried to push the car down the hill...

Is this a confession?

No.

Then save it for the judge. Let's go.

C'mon Dizzy.

Huh?

I'll get the evidence.

Oh no... I'll get the evidence.

Nah, I'll get the evidence. No, you get the evidence.

No, I'LL get it.

Nah

I'll get it! You, get in the car. Trying to con a law officer...

well let me tell you one thing, buddy; that's 6-37, and this time, I've got you red handed.

Someday you're gonna thank me.

You're absolutely right! Thank You!!!

You're welcome...

SLIIIIIIIIME!

Goin down the road, with a friend or two

Ain't nothing in the world, in the world I can't do

You thought you seen it all, you ain't seen nothing new

There ain't nothing in the world, in the world I can't do

I can read and write, I'm a rock and roller

And I can't control myself

Big city, big lights, can see it up ahead

????? Nobody can stop me, I'm driving ahead

Make a name for myself, and I'll be number one

Then I'll turn around, and turn around, and laugh at everyone

I can read and write, I'm a rock and roller

And I can't control myself.

I can read and write, I'm a rock and roller

And I can't control myself.

Nuke York's not ready for us yet.

Just remember Omar, it's not Ohmtown. It's Nuke-York,

Hold on to your privates, generals, we're going through.

Halt!

Hey buddy, power black out. City's closed. No admittance to unauthorized vehicular traffic.

Chief Inspector Quaalude, Ohmtown Police, these are scientists, big shots.

Sorry Inspector, there's trouble inside and it's my job to

That's great. You're doing a good job. We'll be on our way.

Thank's anyways, Inspector I'll just check this...

Hey, this is a tuna fishing license!

Just how long does Mok think he can keep me here?

Picnic time for little girls...

This is what I think of your picnic.

Ooo! Okay, that's it, you're gonna stay here for a long time!

Keep your flippers off me!

Yeah, yeah, maybe even longer!

Stuff it, pinheads!

You got it sister!

Cinderella knows what you're talking about!

Sometimes those brothers of mine really burn my buns too.

They keep this place locked up tighter than a hummingbird's tweet.

By the way doll, who're you? Mok's new ladyfriend?

Mok's new ladyfriend?

Yeah, I guess so but, uh, hey, it don't make life any easier.

Cinderella knows what you're talking about. They just don't understand us new women.

all, every now and then a girl's gotta get out and dance,

catch my drift?

Gotcha, doll. Hey, if you're talking about walking, what's the scoop?

No sweat! I just slide down the chute and away I scoot!

I do it every Saturday night! Let's go!

I have to be back in bed by twelve o'clock. That's when Toad checks in on me.

Aw, that's too bad toots, but nevermind.

With your funk and my spunk, we don't need much time to find some real hot action!

Hey, you're a little dated for one of Mok's, you know what I mean?

But that's okay. Just keep your lips zipped and stick with Cindy.

We're on our way to the Twilight Zone!

Y'know, it's just like Toad says: 'There's wackos out there just waiting for a for sweet young things like you.' So let's go for it!

I've found the voice. I've got the girl.

Understood. The Armageddon Key has now been fully decoded.

Stand by for data transmission. According to the Key,

the girl must sing this progression of musical notes.

The vibrations of her voice will create a doorway through which this being will enter this dimension.

Ah yes. My beast; their nightmare. All mine, for a song!

And then, nothing can stop me!

Tough shape, Mok. You can be stopped.

There is a force which can send the being back.

Send it back? What? Where? Who?

The being can be sent back by the magic of one voice, one heart, one song.

Magic? Magic, shmagic! -One voice, one heart, one song,-

gibberish, garbage! Who is this person?

Individual's identity presently unavailable. Search will start now.

Now checking, now checking, now checking...

Grrr. Who can stop me? Is it the girl?

You bumming out on me?

No way.

Okay then, let's get out of here before we get caught.

According to the Key, the being can be sent back by the magic...

I know, I know, -one voice one heart one song-, but WHO is it?

No one. No one can send it back.

No one? No such person?

Then the beast is mine!

PROMOTION: Raising a real demon could be real bad for your image.

ACCOUNTING: Think of the possible damage to sales from famine, pestilence and etcetera.

LEGAL: ...cost would be enormous.

We all realize business is a tiny bit off but. I mean this is pretty crazy...

Wars have been started for less! When I want your opinions. I'll give them to you.

Whoooa... oof! We're in the clear. Come on doll, let's score a cab!

Right behind ya ...heh.

, 68, - , AHH! OOO! EAAH!! ...oh, I can't look!

Oh yeah, the ladies will love this. Okay, Alphonse.

Alphonse? Ooo! So that's you're real name.

Dry up, Stretch.

Ooo, touchy!

Let's see if I got the whole story.

Oscar here piles everyone into a stolen police car, beats it up to Nuke-York,

tries to run the barricades, you all get busted by the city cops, and I havefta close down shop for half a day to bail you all out.

It's not exactly as it sounds, Aunt Edith. We're a band, right?

And Angel left without telling anybody, and we just...

Oscar says she owes us a personal explanation.

For what? Because she ran off with Mok, without saying goodbye?

Cause he's a big star and you guys are just wishing?

We're concerned.

Say what?

I said we're concerned.

Concerned about who?

About Angel, we're concerned about her, okay?!

You're all heart, Oscar.

You never told us we're concerned.

Is it some sort of proof there?

Oh yeah, if it gives you any trouble, come on back.

Okay guys, I can't tell you much about Mok, but I can tell you about Cinderella.

Aw, are you gonna tuck us in, too?

Relax Oscar, I was just beginning to like ya, ya little scumbag.

Like I was saying, she's the little sister of a couple of guys who work for Mok.

Toad, Zeazy and Slip?

Yeah, close.

So where will we find her?

I know she hangs around an uptown club.

What does she look like?

Sorry Alphonse, everyone looks the same through this thing. But she's got a winged heart tattoo;

my $14.95 special.

Toad here.

Captain.

What do YOU want?

You got to listen to my side of the story now. It was not my fault

that night at all those cops were supposed to be on the take; I am on the level!

To prove it, I've got some scuttlebutt for you. Now, you set your sails for this joint downtown,

called Club SixSixtySix.

Now there are some three guys, from Ohmtown, gonna drop anchor there with a cargo of trouble.

They're looking for you little sister. Now we're even, right?

So get off my back?

...oh shit!

Now we're even fink.

We're going to Club SixSixtySix.

Now, let's roll.

Wait! Follow them, yes, but don't interfere. I have a much more amusing idea.

Get me What's-Her-Face.

Wheeee... whoa.

Oh boy! Mutants in the foyer of the club!

Isn't it neat-o!

Attaboy, Sonny! No prisoners!

...Okay, let's go!

...eww,

Watch your step!

This is the hottest antigravity club in the city, ya know.

But you let mutants in and it spoils everything, know what I mean honey?

They just don't know how to dress.

Angel, this is Raoul Loveday. Squeeze ya later, Ralph!

I got uppers and downers, ?????? screamers and shouters,

...and things that make you go sideways

Hey Omar, where's this tattoo supposed to be anyway?

It could be on her arm, or her leg...

Or promiscuously anywhere!

Wanna dance?

Hey, come on, there's a booth over there.

But there's somebody in it.

Not for long, sweetie.

Right.

????

Anyhow, he's kinda cute, but this guy had just gone too far so

I told him he was a real waldo and I broke his fingers.

Oh! Sorry! Pardon me! ...amazing! oof...

Diz! This is no time to be lying around! I found Cinderella!

Where?

She's sitting right over there with Angel.

ANGEL?!

This could be trouble. Just keep an eye on them. I'll get Omar.

Never fear Diz, I'll be here.

Sit tight honey, check this out, they're playing my song!

Got you in the frigid zone Attack attack your frontal lobe

Sit atop the Empire State Got you in a mental state

Bloody fool don't you know That everything is no no no no nooooooooo!

Thinking that Nuke York isn't up to your scene? Whatcha looking for? The girl of your dreams?

Looking at the back string, whaddya think you'l find? Hot dogs and sushi, you're not my kind.

Please deposit another dime, your three minutes is uuuuuuuuu-up!

Stay close Diz, we'll play it by ear.

...Angel!

Omar?

Angel?

Bomb Squad! Get off the street!

Dizzy?

Omar

Angel!

- Angel? - O-mar...

Angel?

Omar.

What a pleasant, and unexpected surprise.

Hey big O, how's it going?

Perhaps we should invite him on up for a spell?

???????????? -Yo tambi n lo quiero todo, Omar- -Tengo todo lo que necesito-

????????? -...pero lleva tiempo-

There there, come to daddy.

Excellent performance, my dearrrr... What's-Her-Face.

Thank you, for your help.

It's been a pleasure working with you, Mok.

Yes, good clean fun.

All work and no play makes Mok a dull boy!

Okay on number three, fade up on the girl,

then give me the wall shot.

The boss is ready on two.

Okay, it's showtime.

Look, forget it. I won't sing. And what have you done to the guys?

I offer you fame, riches, and a crack at the top, you refuse...

I accept that.

- Good, where's Omar? - But then the chance to work with me, Mok,

...and you say -No, thank you-, I'm very disappointed.

Hey, listen...

But still hopeful!

Mok!

So try to realize that I must be firm when I say to you,

...dear Angel... Sing,.. or they FRY!

What are you doing to them?

Stop! Stop!

Mok! Stop! I'll sing!

As you will, your word is good enough for me.

You could have killed them. You, you're totally crazy!

Thank you. Shall we see them off?

Omar! Strech!

Dizzy?

hm-mm-mm. How are you boys doing?

How are we doing WHAT, Mr. Mok?

Bon Voyage! Bon Voyage!

Mok, what have you done to them? They're airheads.

Omar, I promise, I'll get you outta this.

I know Angel, it would've been swell to work on a song together but, well, you're working with the best now.

Omar, Mok is making me sing...

Heeeey, I understand.

Mok, change them back!

Now now, I let them go for you...

Omar!

...and you sing a little song for me.

KIX morning news update. Mok's promise to rewrite rock history was prematurely and tragically interrupted last night

when an overwhelming power surge totally destroyed Carnegie Hall and blacked out the entire city.

Survivors described the destruction as -evil,- -spooky,- and -wow, bad karma, man.- Our cameras are on the scene....

And it smelled just like cleaning fluid, and all it made me do was wanna, like, wax the floor,

so like, can you tell me, like, is this concert for real, or is it just another rip off?

I dunno about this Jake, nobody seems to be buying these 'I survived the Mok concert' T-shirts.

And finally, our roving reporter, the late Biff Glonsky...

What happened?

The being destroyed Carnegie Hall but did not completely materialize in this dimension.

The electrical power supply in Nuke-York is insufficient.

I need more power?

Affirmative. A sufficient stable energy source does exist...

in Ohmtown.

Ah, of course. 'ome sweet Ohm. I will raise this demon, I will not fail again. It's power will be mine.

My name is Mok, thanks a lot, I know you love the thing I've got.

You've never seen the likes of me Why I'm the biggest thing since, World War Three. Girls?

His name is Mok, so thanks a lot you think he's acting but he is not.

My name is Mok, and I'm on fire I'm the match, and I'm the pyre.

I'm the voodoo black musician priest Why, I'm the greatest thing, since World War Three! Girls?

You think he's acting, but he's not, His name is Mok, so thanks a lot.

My name is Mok, thanks a lot I'm the power seldom used a lot.

I am the pillar, and the snake, I'm the big bad thing that makes you shake.

I am the killer, I am the source, And you will worship me of course,

I'm the oracle. I'm the conduit. There is no question that I am it! Hey, Girls?

His name is Mok, so thanks a lot He looks so cool, but he's not

His name is Mok so thanks a lot, You think he's acting but he is not.

My name is Mok, thanks a lot My name is Mok, thanks a lot...

Hello boys and girls, it's time for uncle Mikey's cartoon show.

- Hello boys and girls - Hello Uncle Mikey!

Can you tell the difference between good and evil?

Is this man being good to Cassie...

Say cheese.... hoohahahahahah!

...or evil?

Good...

...or evil?

Gosh, we're here.

Hey boss, boss, wake up! We're over Ohmtown.

Ohmtown...

Hey boss, um, can you tell the difference between good and evil?

Ziiiiiiip, try to realize, there is no longer black or white, good or evil. We've evolved beyond that.

- Uh, but Uncle Mikey says we should know the difference between... - We all must have our own personal view of right and wrong.

but but but is what we are doing evil?

Of course not! Remember Zip, 'evil' spelled backwards is 'live.' And we all want to do that.

yeah yeah yeah, but but Uncle Mikey says that...

So until next week, boys and girls, goodbye, and be good!

Goodbye Uncle Mikey.

Zip, Zip Zip, no Santa Claus, no Tooth Fairy, and No Uncle Mikey!

I've seen it Angel. Destiny has revealed itself.

To me too, Mok. I... I can't resist you anymore.

Take me with you wherever you go.

We're here, Angel. Ohmtown.

Just, just you and me, Mok.

Yes, after the concert.

Forget the concert. We can cancel. Nothing else matters. Just us.

Just us?

You and me.

MmmmmmmmMe.

Let's go away together.

Fiji? Disneyland? Fantasy Island?

Wherever you like!

Hahaha, but I win. You're a very clever girl. I've enjoyed your little game but tonight the game is mine.

You'll never see that demon, I'm the one with the voice and I'm not going to sing! And with out me you're nothing!

- Shut up! - You're a fraud Mok, I...

- Shut up! SHUT UP! - No hocus pocus.

You WILL SING!

Boss! Boss! Are you okay?

ho ho ho, she can sing, or she can SCREAM! Eee! But she still pissed me off.

Get me that worm, Meelar. Tell him I want a concert at the power plant tomorrow night.

Drug the girl, and wire her to the circuit board.

I like you, and I like this town I mean you, and this wonderful town.???

Okay guys, where's the girl, where's my duo?

Sorry mister Mylar, but we no-can-duo! Ha ha. Seriously, Angel likes singing with Mok, and Mok's in Nuke-York. Isn't that nice?

Nice? Nice?! You guys just blew the whole show! ????? And you know why? Because you wouldn't listen to Mylar!

I said Du-o. The guy and the girl, a DUO!

What? Tonight? Mok? At the power plant? Hey guys, I've got a real concert to emcee. You're on your own.

...your hometown is my kinda place Your hometown puts a smile on my face...

The Boss needs more power!

There ain't more to give yet....

More!

More! Boost the power, now!

But it's too hot!

More juice!

We don't have enough power for the experiment, like Nuke-York?

It's over!

whoa, that's enough. Too much! Too much! Drain it off!

...home. Ohm sweet Ohm!

Hey Omar, I just had this crazy dream where you were a real nice guy.

Get serious.

We're in Ohmtown!

Last thing I remember, we were in that Nuke-York club looking for Angel.

There's Angel!!!

With M-Mok!

I don't like this.

Omar!

The only thing she cares about is being up there with him.

You can't believe that.

It's true. I saw them together. I've had it.

Believe your heart, Omar, not your eyes. Don't you see?

Everybody! Freeze! You!

- Where'd he go? - I think I know. Let's go.

Hey!... SLIIIIIIIME!

I'm scared!

Pain and suffering, Red wine turns to blood

A cow floats Upside down in a river of mud...

Pull it Diz! Pull it straight! Pull it straight!

...a cat, black as night, and blood everywhere!

Ha ha ha ha!

Oh No! We'll never make it! Diz! Look out!

Aw, shit.

Oh Diz! What is it?

Whatever it is, it's evil.

MY VENGEANCE!

DESTROY THEM ALL!

Aw, Zip! Whatdidja do it for?

For Uncle Mikey... and for us... Toad, we ain't evil, are we?

Don't talk now Zip. ...Zip? ...ZIIIIIIIP!

Talk to me!

If I can sing it up, I can sing it back.

Angel!

No Omar! I've got to sing!

Sing? No Angel! Don't!

No Omar! Trust me.

Oh no! Omar! Omar!

Oh what will the signal be For your eyes to see me

So I still will set the stage Send my thoughts to you

We're receiving every wave This song sends love through

Now as one we're gonna show It's our one desire

From this day we'll always know How our love grows higher

So as one we'll set the stage

Look! Something's happening! It's going back!

Now we're sending every wave This song sends love through

No! No No! They can't stop you! Destroy them all!

Don't go! Please don't go!

My brother's dead!

You can't do this to me!

I

AM

MOK!

The magic of once voice...

...one heart...

...one song!

But there is ...no ...one!

Fabuloso! I put those two kids together, and whaddyou get?

Now as one we're going to show

It's our one desire