All language subtitles for The Jetsons s01e12 Astros Top Secret.eng

[theme song]

[whirring]

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

[music continues]

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ??

(male narrator)
"The Jetsons."

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(male narrator)
This is a heartwarming story

of that delicate
and tender relationship

which exists between
a man and his faithful dog.

Our story begins here
in the home

of Mr. and Mrs. George Jetson.

Will you get
the heck out of here?

[Astro crying]

George, I wish
you wouldn't shout at Astro.

He's awfully sensitive.

And I wish he'd keep
his clammy paws off of me.

(Jane)
'Now, can he help it if he's so friendly?'

If he gets any friendlier,
he'll throw me a bone.

A bone?

[George mumbling]

(male narrator)
But our story really begins some distance away

at the Moonside Country Club

where two industrial giants

are engaged
in a bitter cold war.

[whirring]

I gotta hand it to you, Spacely.

You've got a lot of gumption

challenging me
to a round of golf.

Yeah, uh, sort of like
a flea challenging an elephant.

[laughs]

How'd you like to go home
with

a mouthful of divots, Cogswell?

[chuckling]

Now, uh, don't get sore,
Spacely. Heh.

It's, uh, only natural

that you'd want
to whip me at golf

uh, seeing as you can't
whip me at business. Ha-ha-ha.

For your information, Cogswell

we at Spacely Sprockets
are about to put

Cogswell Cosmic Cogs..

...out of business.

Again? Now,
what is it this time?

You gonna blow up the plant?
Ha-ha-ha.

[laughs sarcastically]

Boy, what a shot!

I can't even see the ball.

Uh, let's see
you top that shot, Cogswell.

boing

(Cogswell)
'Hit me with that backswing again'

and I'll use a niblick on you.

Now, try again.
You missed the ball completely.

[laughing]
Eh, that was just a practice swing.

Eh, guess I better switch
to a number three driver.

[whirring]

(Spacely)
There, now I oughta be able to hit it.

Here it goes.

whoosh

Hey, look, I made it.

'The ball's landing
on the green.'

[chuckles]
Uh, might as well face it, Spacely.

You're a born loser.

I think I'll paint your picture
on my golf ball, Cogswell.

It could take ten strokes
off my game.

thwack

You know, Spacely

you haven't tried
putting Cogswell Cogs

out of business
for a long time.

I know. I've been sick!

So, what gimmick
are you gonna try this time?

(Spacely)
'Don't worry.'

You'll find out in time

to pick up
your unemployment check.

thud

(Cogswell)
'Hot dog! A hole in one!'

Boy, that guy burns me up.

Now, look, Spacely

a hole-in-one is a hole-in-one.

Not off my head, it ain't.

You're supposed to holler "fore"
before you swing.

Oh, uh, you mean like this?

Fore!

thud

How's that?

Well, that wasn't bad,
but it's more like this.

Fore!

boing

You realize, of course..

...this means
total war, Spacely.

Good. It'll be a pleasure to
turn your place into a garage.

Maybe I'll give you
a job, uh, parking cars.

[laughing]

Go ahead. Make jokes, Cogswell.

You'll wowthem
down at the unemployment line.

(male narrator)
And so the cold war flared into a shooting war

between Cogswell Cogs
and Spacely Space Sprockets.

[dramatic music]

(Cogswell)
'There's only one thing worse than war'

'and that's business.'

Spacely has declared
business on us, Harlan.

So I want you to sneak over
to his plant

and, uh, start snooping around.

- Snooping, sir?
- Ah, that's right.

But-but isn't that slightly
unethical, sir?

Are you challenging me
again, Harlan?

Oh, no, sir. No, sir.

But-but, but what should I put

on my time card, sir?

(Cogswell)
'Charge it to research. What else?'

Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir. Sir.

Spacely has got
some scheme cooking

to put meout of business.

You find out what it is

and report back to me.
Now, scram.

Right, sir. Roger and out.
Prepare for lift off.

Contact. Start the countdown.

Five-uh, four-uh, three-uh-

(Cogswell)
'Knock it off, Harlan.'

Yes, sir.

[whirring]

(male narrator)
Meanwhile, back at the Spacely camp

feverish preparations
were also being made

for the impending clash
of the two tycoons.

Me and my big, fat mouth.

I better get Jetson up here.
He may have some ideas.

[snoring]

[whirring]

[beeping]

swoosh

- You called, sir?
- Jetson, this is an emergency.

Cogswell has declared war on us

and I want you to come up
with a sure-fire gimmick

to put him out
of business permanently.

Is that all?
How soon do you want this done?

No hurry. Anytime in the next
five minutes is fine.

Five minutes? But, Mr. Spacely,
it's quitting time.

(Spacely) 'Oh, that's a funny way
to turn in your resignation, Jetson.'

(George)
'A resignation? Oh, oh, I was only kidding, sir.'

'I could work at home, I guess.'

Good, I want this
whole project wrapped up

and Cogswell out
in the street, by morning!

Now, move!

You really think it's necessary
to wipe him out, sir?

Are you questioning
my brilliant judgment, Jetson?

Oh, no, sir.

Good. Now, get back
to your grindstone.

swoosh

Gee. I better report this
to Mr. Cogswell.

This is secret agent
X-7-3-1-4-5

reporting into headquarters

on ultra-frequency band
2-0-8-5-1

with vital information.
Roger. Over and-

Will you knock it off?

Sorry, sir. Sir, sir, sir.

(Cogswell)
You have been watching too many TV shows.

Now, give me your report

without the fancy frills
and tinsel.

Yes, sir.

Well, sir, Spacely's man Jetson

is taking the project home
to complete.

What shall I do now,
Mr. Cogswell?

What else? Tail Jetson home
and find out what he's up to.

- Now, get going.
- Right, sir.

This is secret agent X-7-3-1-4-5
signing off.

- Over and-
- Now, cut that out!

Yes, sir!

Gee whiz! Bosses have
no feeling for drama.

[upbeat music]

Now, let me see.

Company A..

...wants to put Company B
out of business.

George?
George, what are you doing?

(George)
'I'm working. What else?'

Oh, but you promised
never to bring

your work home with you.

Well, I'm on the spot.

Rehh. Ruh-ruh-ruh.

I gotta come up with a gimmick
to put our rival Cogswell

out of business,
or I'llbe out of business.

(George) And we wouldn't last
long on unemployment checks either.

A thousand a week don't stretch
very far these days.

That's right.

What do you mean,
"That's right?"

What are you doing here, anyway?
Now, come on, get out of here.

[Astro crying]

- You don't love me.
- Oh, I do too love you.

It's just that I'm busy,
that's all.

Now, be a man's best friend
and get out of here.

Oh, really, George!

Elroy, will you play with Astro
while your daddy works?

Sure, mom. Come on, Astro.

I got somethin' to show you.

[barking]

Oh, boy, maybe now
I can get some work done.

Look, Astro

this is my new remote-control

flying-model space car.

I'll show you how it works.

[instrumental music]

[barking]

gulp

(Elroy)
'Hey, Astro!'

'What did you do with my car?'

I swallowed it.

You swallowed it?

- Hello.
- Hello. Uh..

Don't bother me, Astro.

Astro!
Hey, what's going on here?

Astro swallowed
my flying space car, dad.

(George)
Oh, great. Here, give me that. I'll get him down.

We'll have to take him
to the vet tomorrow

to get your space car back.

[whirring]

Boy! This secret-agent stuff
is exciting!

Now to find out
what Jetson is up to.

Good heavens!

Elroy! This is great!

[laughs]
It is fun, isn't it?

Jetson has invented
an anti-gravity machine

and he's controlling his dog
with that instrument!

Okay, Astro. Ride's over.
Down, boy.

Huh?

Sorry to let you down
so hard, Astro.

[laughs]

That's a joke. Get it?
Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah. Ha-ha-ha.

I better report this
to Mr. Cogswell.

This is secret agent X-7-3-1-4-5
calling Mr. Cogswell.

(Harlan)
Come in, Mr. Cogswell.

Uh, what is it, Harlan?

What's the password, sir?

Look, jughead,
it's me, Cogswell!

Mm-hm, could be
a clever disguise.

Spies are sneaky.

(Cogswell)
Well, I ain't no sneaky spy.

Then what's the password, sir?

Harlan, you are fired! Hm.

After you complete this mission,
of course.

Now, ahem..
Now, what did you find out?

Well, sir, George Jetson

has perfected
an anti-gravity machine.

(Cogswell)
Why, you're kidding!

Oh, no, sir. No, sir.

He's test-hopping
his dog right now.

It's, it's fantastic!

His dog, eh?

Harlan, if you can get
that dog over here

for debriefing
and interrogation

you can have your job back.

Oh, gee, thanks,
Mr. Cogswell, sir.

Alright. Get going. Roger.
Cogswell signing off.

Over and ou.. I'll be just..

Foo-oo, now you got me doing it.
Just get going, will you?

Yes, sir. At once, sir.

Hey, dad, I took Astro outside
for his walk.

Um, what should I do now?

(George) 'Go play with something
quiet, will you please, Elroy?'

Okay.

[upbeat music]

? Oh where oh where
has my river dog run ?

? Oh where
oh where can she be ??

[Astro whistling]

Now, then, this top sirloin
ought to fetch me

one dog-full of top secrets.

[snickers]

Oh, boy!

chomp

I got him! Whoo!

thud

Hey! What's going on?

You know what's going on

and you're coming with me,
understand?

Uh-uh.

Now, come along. Heel!

chomp

(Harlan)
Yeow!

Boy, the things I do
for my measly salary. Ooh.

(Cogswell)
'Good work, Harlan.'

You have got a good grip
on the situation. Ha-ha-ha.

Moonstone here will find out
what makes this dog tick

uh, fly.

'You may release
the dog now, Harlan.'

thud

- Ready, Moonstone?
- Ready, Mr. Cogswell.

I'll start with
the third degree.

Third degree?

(Moonstone)
'No cheating.'

(Cogswell)
'Okay, dog, start talking.'

- I ain't talking.
- 'You ain't talking, eh?'

(Cogswell)
Not even for a juicy space burger?

(Cogswell)
Yeow!

Try that again and I'll report
you to the SPCH.

What's that?

Society for Prevention
of Cruelty to Humans.

- So knock it off!
- How about that!

(Cogswell) 'Now, uh, what about
this anti-gravity formula you have?'

I don't know.

Where were you on the night

of January 16th, fella?

(Cogswell)
'What kind of a question is that?'

'Stay out of this,
will you, Harlan?'

Yes, sir.

[Astro crying]

(Cogswell)
'Now what's the matter?'

I'm afraid of the dark.

(Cogswell)
'Afraid of the dark, eh?'

'Turn on the lights, Moonstone.'

Are you trying to get
the SPCA on our backs?

click

Got any more brilliant
ideas?

Well, sir,
there is Marilyn.

Ruh-raryn?

Hello, big boy. Ha-ha-huh.

Who, me?

Mm-hmm.

[chuckles]

Arrrr. Ruh-boy!

[panting]

[whistling]

[Astro barking]

thud

[grunting]

thud

[laughs]

Now listen, dog.

If you wanna meet
that little number

I can arrange it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

All you got to do
is, uh, start talking.

- Ruh-king?
- 'That's right.'

Well..

[barking]

You getting all this down,
Moonstone?

Oh, yes, sir.

(Cogswell)
'Good. Keep talking, dog.'

[Astro continues barking]

And that's all.

And that's all.
Heh, splendid, splendid.

Uh, read that back to me,
Moonstone.

(Moonstone)
Yes, sir.

[imitating Astro's barks]

Now, knock it off, Moonstone.

You and your
brilliant ideas. Bah!

[instrumental music]

Now what is it, Elroy?
You know I'm busy.

It's Astro, dad.
I can't find him anywhere.

Now, don't worry.
He's probably asleep somewhere.

I'll turn the control
to fly him and wake him up.

[static]

Now listen, dog.

There's no reason why
you and me can't be, uh

true buddies, right?

Rrrright. Roo-ruddies.

And, uh, ruddy, uh-uh,
I mean, buddies..

...don't keep secrets
from each other, right?

(Astro)
'Rrright.'

He's flying! He's flying!

That's what he was doing
when I first saw him, sir.

Incredible!

Do something, you guys!

Don't leave me
hung up here like this!

(Harlan)
'You better let go, sir.'

Okay. Geronimo!

thud thud

Well, men, let's face it.

Spacely has finally
made good his threat.

We're licked, finished, through!

'Might as well call Spacely
and...congratulate him.'

'Might be able to work out'

some decent
surrender terms that way.

Ms. Jupiter, get me Spacely
on the air, right away.

Boy, what a big hassle
to fix a sandwich these days.

You gotta be a regular engineer.
Uh, let me see.

(Spacely)
Cheese, lettuce

tomatoes, pickles

onions, ham

rye bread and mustard.

Yeah. That should do it.

[whirring]

Not bad.

Maybe I should have been
a short-order chef.

(Ms. Galaxy)
'Mr. Cogswell on the air for you, Mr. Spacely.'

Uh, ho-how are you, Spacely?

Uh, I mean, Mr. Spacely,
sir.

Forget the sarcasm, Cogswell.

I surrender. You whipped me
fair and square.

I did?

(Cogswell)
'You sure did.'

'That invention
of Jetson's is unbeatable.'

It is? I mean, of course, it is.

Well, if you ever need
an extra vice president

I'm available and humbled, sir.

So long, Mr. Spacely.

I don't get it. Unless..

Unless maybe Jetson
did come up with something.

Oh, I better get over
to his place quick

before he goofs it.

Boy, I sure would like to know
what makes that pooch fly.

That Jetson must be
a mechanical genius.

Wow! Look at him go!

'He's gone!'

'Hey, where you goin', chief?'

If I'm going on a business,
I got a right to know why.

I'm tailing that dog.

swoosh

Taxi, follow that dog.

whirr

Oh, for goodness sake.
Nuh, I'll get my own car.

[whirring]

Move over, pal. On this trip,
you have got company.

- Rompany?
- Yeah, rompany.

(George)
'Oh, it's no use.'

'I just can't come up
with an idea'

to put Cogswell Cogs
out of business.

Oh, Mr. Spacely's gonna
be awful sore.

I'll get fired for sure.

[doorbell chiming]

Come in.

George, my boy,
congratulations!

I knew you'd do it.

'I never doubted for a moment
you wouldn't come through.'

'I'm proud of you.'

You're.. You're proud of me?

I always said to myself,
"Keep an eye on Jetson.

He's a natural-born
vice president."

You did? I mean, I am?

Well, let's have it, George.
I mean, VP.

Tell me how you put
Cogswell Cogs out of business.

Out of business?
I don't get it. I-I-I-

[Astro barking]

- Astro, you're back!
- So that's it.

Brilliant, George,
simply brilliant.

You've solved
the gravity problem.

Gravity problem?

Huh, you're mistaken, sir.
I'm only-

(Cogswell)
May I come in, gentlemen?

(Spacely)
'Cogswell!'

I, uh, don't want to intrude

but I would like to extend
my personal congratulations

to your man Jetson.

'Now, that is, uh, if you
don't mind, Mr. Spacely.'

Quiet, Cogswell.

You're interrupting
my newvice president

who is demonstrating
ournew product.

Uh, sorry, Mr. Spacely, sir.
Ha-ha-ha.

(Spacely) Trouble with you,
Cogswell, is that you got no class.

Proceed, George.

Oh, now, listen, Mr. Spacely,
this isn't what you think it is.

Nonsense, Jetson.
Go on with the demonstration.

Very well, sir.

Uh-oh!

thud

Hurray! Oh, you did it, dad!

You got Astro to cough up
my toy space car.

Well, Cogswell?
What do you think of our..

Toy space car?

What is this, Jetson?
Some kind of a gag?

I tried to tell you,
Mr. Spacely.

Astro swallowed
my boy's toy space car.

That's what I was controlling
with this machine.

Here, look. I'll show you.

[whirring]

Why, you snake in the grass.

Pulling a phony stunt like that.

Well, I was wise
to you all along.

[chuckles]
Just one of Jetson's jokes

you understand, Big Cogswell.

[chuckles]

(Cogswell)
Yeah, he's a riot..

...if you like sick jokes.

So long, Spacely.

And, uh, keep those
models flying.

[laughing]

Jetson, you're fired!

Yes, of course, sir.

As soon as I finish my homework,
I'll play with you, Astro.

Roh-shee.

It won't take long.
I'm using my oral computer.

Roral computer?

Uh-huh! I'll show you. Listen.

[beeps]
The square root of an isosceles triangle

is the sum total
of side A times side B.

[beeps]

'The radius
of an elongated circle'

'is half of
the circumference.'

[oral computer beeps]

Ruh, ru rares?

Huh! Unh!

[oral computer beeps]
'Elementary fusion is analytic mathematics.'

[oral computer beeps]

Oh, Astro. Not again.

You better tell dad
you swallowed the computer.

He'll know what to do.

[oral computer beeps]
'Therapeutic and relative deduction principles'

'in varying inverted forces.'

[oral computer beeps]

Roh, ro!

You're not only fired, Jetson

but you'll hear from
my attorneys in the morning!

[oral computer beeps]
'Digital operational figures'

'are converted into
decimals.'

Ah-ah-ah!

[oral computer beeping]
'The theory of relativity'

'is based on relative time.'

Why, Jetson,
that dog is brilliant.

Oh, I get it.

You harnessed
that dog's brain for science.

Who, me?

[oral computer beeping]

(Spacely)
'Oh, you are'

'a sly one, George.'

Throwing Cogswell off course
the way you did.

Uh, that was beautiful,
just beautiful.

But I didn't.

[oral computer beeps]
'Sun spots have'

'a definite bearing on weather.'

[oral computer beeping]

You know, something like this

could replace humans.

Have that dog on my desk
first thing in the morning.

So long, Vice President Jetson.

[snickers]

Was that Mr. Spacely, George?

(George)
'Uh-huh.'

- Well, how did it go?
- Just great.

I've been made vice president,
thanks to Astro.

Astro? Oh, what did he have
to do with it?

[oral computer beeps]
'X minus Y equals the square root of a triangle.'

[oral computer beeping]

Oh, did you get
my computer yet, dad?

Your computer?

Yeah. Astro swallowed it.

[oral computer beeps]
'Venus is 38,000 light-years from point X.'

You mean that's why..
Because.. And..

And Spacely thinks that..

- Oh, no!
- Something wrong, dear?

(George)
Nothing that a new job wouldn't take care of.

Alright. Come on, everybody.
We're all going out to dinner.

Why all of a sudden?

Because while I'm vice president

we might as well live it up.

Tomorrow's gonna be
a long, long day.

[whimpers]
Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

(male narrator)
"The Jetsons"

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[theme music]

meow

[music continues]

(George)
Help! Help!

Jane, stop this crazy thing!

Jane!

Help! Jane!

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