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[instrumental music]

[theme song]

[whirring]

? Meet George Jetson ?

? His boy Elroy ?

? Daughter Judy ?

? Jane his wife ??

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

? Bum bum bum Goodbye my outer orbit baby ?

? Farewell my own true love ?

? My sweetie ? ? I'm gonna zoom away ?

? And leave you ?

? Never to see you any ?

? Never gonna see you any ?

? I'm gonna get away to outer space ?

? Never to return again ?

? So goodbye farewell so long forever ?

? Goodbye my outer orbit so long my outer orbit ?

? Bye-bye my outer orbit ?

? Gal ??

[glass shatters]

That's show business, you make your own breaks.

(Jane) 'Oh, George, George. Hurry, you'll be late for

Be there in a jiffy, Jane.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I don't tip in my own bathroom.

On the other hand, consider this my contribution

to your pension fund.

Some robotic arms have no sense of humor.

- What's for breakfast, honey? - What do you think, dear?

Frankly, Jane, I'd rather start off with a nice piece of melon.

It's for my garden club, silly.

Maybe it will take first prize at the flower show.

Not to be discouraging

but with my boss' wife entered

you're lucky to have a pot to plant in.

You're not kidding.

That Mrs. Spacely is so rich

she gets away with murder.

Maybe that's why she asked me and the barbershop quartet

to sing in the show. Ha-ha-ha!

[barking]

I got it! I got it.

Way to go, Astro.

This could mean a try-out with the Jupiter Poodles. Ha-ha-ha.

It could also mean going to school without breakfast, Elroy.

You know the rules.

swoosh

thud

swoosh

thud

- Oh, no! My prize entry. - Nice going, Astro.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Peace out, peace out.

[sobbing] He's out and so is my prize plant.

[panting]

(Judy) I know just how you feel, mom.

You raised it from a seedling.

I felt the same way last summer when Squeaky passed away.

But he was a tarantula.

This was my only hope of winning the garden club prize.

[panting]

Well, at least it didn't linger.

Wonder if it left a will.

Elroy! You know what they say, mom?

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Good morning, Jane.

I just thought you'd like to see

my entry for the garden show.

Oh, it's just gorgeous, Mrs. Spacely.

[whispering] That silver lining turned into a fern.

I presume, my dear, that your plants are ready to be judged?

Why, yes. My plants are all ready for burial.

I-I mean, showing.

Oh-ho, how courageous

especially, since my plants have won first prize every year.

Don't put up with that, honey.

Tell her she's got fertilizer for brains.

What was that, Jetson?

Uh, I-I said your wife has a fertile brain

uh, Mr. Spacely sir.

Can the compliments, clown

and get to work early for a change.

You've got it.

Sir, your inspirational words

are music to my ears.

That reminds me, Jetson.

No more singing at work, understand?

Your voice is causing a morale problem.

Yes, sir. Not another peep out of me.

Pardon me, Mr. Jetson. I'm here to pick up the pieces.

What are you talking about, Rosie? Nothing's broken.

[rattling]

[instrumental music]

[engine sputtering]

(George) 'Far-out Florists.'

Hey, maybe I can find a new plant for Jane.

Yes, looking for something that says it all?

Like this Venus fly trap. We even include the flies.

No, thanks. My wife's not into insects.

She's looking for unique and beautiful.

I know just what you mean.

A rare import like this Martian Creeper.

Martian Creeper, huh?

I wonder why they call it that.

[creaking]

Oh, you dropped your wallet, sir.

- Here you are. - I will take it.

Send it to Jane Jetson, Skypad Apartments.

- Now I gotta get to work. - Good choice, Mr. Jetson.

Your wife will remember this forever.

Yeah, especially since I'm using her card.

See you.

Einstein, deliver this right away

before the goof changes his mind.

Right, boss. But why should the plant change its mind?

Not the plant, Einstein. The customer.

So far everybody who's bought this loser has returned it.

This time, troublemaker, you better stay out of hot water.

splash

Duh! Get it out of here!

[whirring]

Yeah, R.U.D.I., our barbershop quartet number

will be the toast of the flower show.

Hope so, George, but meantime, concentrate on your work

or you'll be needing a wreath.

Okay, R.U.D.I., just listen to this note.

? Goodbye my outer orbit ?

? Gal ?

[glass shatters]

Uh-ho, I sure hope he's still under warranty.

(Spacely) 'Jetson!'

Don't call us. We'll call you.

No singing on company time unless I order it.

Yes, sir. Hey!

That's a beautiful camera you've got there, Mr. Spacely.

Is that a zoom lens?

Does that answer your question?

I'm using it to tape Petunia

when she wins first prize again at the show.

Jane's competing, too. Wait till you see her new plant.

If it's something you picked

she might as well throw in the trowel.

[laughs]

Throw in the trowel? Funny!

[laughs]

While I'm at it, I think I will tape your singing.

We're looking for a new alarm system. Go!

- But, sir, my voice could-- - Do as I say. Sing!

? Goodbye my outer orbit ?

? Gal ??

[glass shattering]

Jetson, you have relatives!

I tried to tell you, sir. The note needs work.

So do you.

Lots of overtime to pay for a new camera.

Who wouldn't love a plant like this?

Leave it to daddy to send you a winner.

[creaking]

Judy, how many times have I told you, don't stir so hard?

But I didn't do it, mom.

Well, it didn't spill by itself.

Now, we'd better get this mess cleaned up. Rosie!

[beeping]

Another day, another holler.

Uh, if this is chicken soup, the chicken should be ashamed.

[creaking]

[intense music]

slurp

My notebook! Elroy, are you hiding it?

Get off my back, will you?

What would I do with your notebook? Fail?

[Astro barking]

screech

sniff sniff sniff

[snarling]

[whimpering]

Hi, Jane. Kids.

I see that the plant has made itself at home.

Mwah!

Thanks, darling. It's beautiful!

I think it's kinda freaky, myself.

Remember that, Elroy, when it wins first prize for your mom.

What's for supper?

[creaking]

[yowls]

thud

I saw that.

I'm keepin' an eye on you.

[crackling]

Rosie, have you blown your fuses again?

How many times have we told her

not to get overloaded on the job?

[whimpering]

And as for you, stay out of catfights.

[growling]

[whimpering]

? Zoom away and leave you ?

? Never to see you any ?

? Never gonna see you any ?

? I'm gonna get away to outer space ?

? Never to return again ?

? So goodbye farewell so long forever ?

[laughs] Oh, oh, cut it out, Jane. The kids are home.

? Bye-bye my outer orbit ?

? Gal ?

? Gal ?

? Gal ??

[glass shatters]

[instrumental music]

Help, it's alive!

A-ah!

George, what's the matter?

The-the, the M-M-Martian Creeper!

It may be my imagination, but I think it crept in!

Oh, honey, it's only a plant. What can it do?

I'll tell you what it can do.

Thanks to that plant, I needed a charge.

You'd be dead at work with poison ivy.

[groaning]

You'll pay for this.

Cut it out, will you? We got homework.

[growling]

Let 'em down, let 'em down.

You heard him, put us down!

Dad, mom, we've got a big problem here.

You see, Jane, it really wasn't my imagination.

George, we'd better get rid of that plant

before it gets rid of us.

[whirring]

It's all for the best, Jane. Believe me.

Cut that out. You're being returned, and that's final.

Maybe we can exchange it for something else

like a senile cactus.

[instrumental music]

(George) Oh, no! They've gone out of business.

What do we do now?

Uh, maybe we can give it to a friend.

Give that? No, George.

'There's nobody we hate that much.'

Well, that's the end of that.

Yeah, dropping the plant off at the city dump

was a great idea.

Say, I almost forgot.

My barbershop quartet's coming over for rehearsal.

[instrumental music]

- Huh? - Oh, no!

This is one plant that doesn't take rejection lightly.

It's back. George, what are we going to do?

When's your mother's birthday?

All ready for practice, George. What's happened in here?

'You and Jane have a spat?'

Uh, no. We're redecorating for Halloween.

Let's hit it, guys. Tomorrow's the show!

[piano music]

? Bum bum bum Goodbye my outer orbit ?

? Baby ?

? Farewell my own true love ?

? True love ? ? My sweetie ?

? I'm gonna zoom away and leave you never.. ?

Now we know for sure, the plant has no taste.

? I'm gonna get away.. ?

Evening, Rosie, Elroy and I

are supposed to study together.

Right, Arthur. Elroy!

It's Mr. Spacely's obnoxious son.

Listen, Arthur, I think we better skip tonight.

? So long my outer orbit ?

? Bye-bye my outer orbit ?

? Gal ?

Rad, man, that's some plant you got!

- What else can it do? - Don't ask.

[piano music]

[chuckles] Uh, what can I tell you? It's got a great ear.

[instrumental music]

(Spacely) 'My son Arthur tells me that you have'

'the most unusual piece of prize-winning greenery.'

It's green, but I wouldn't guarantee the prize part, sir.

Uh, yes, dear.

I was thinking that maybe Jane

would like to donate her plant to Petunia.

'Sort of a goodwill gesture.'

I-I think not, Mr. Spacely.

You see, this plant's got problems.

- Big problem! - 'Now hear this, Jetson.'

You'll have even bigger problems with employment

unless we get that plant.

Have a nice day.

Never fear, darling.

No one will be allowed to besmirch your reputation.

- Promise, Cosmo? - Scout's honor.

We'll get that plant even if we have to steal it!

[snoring]

[snoring]

[snoring]

[creaking]

(Spacely on phone) Attaboy, Arthur. You're a chip off the old computer.

Nothing like on-the-job training for my future executives.

[instrumental music]

boing

[snoring]

I've got to get out of here.

- You forgot the plant! - Oh, yeah, yeah. Thanks.

Phew!

Good riddance!

[instrumental music]

Who could have taken it?

Well, whoever took the plant was either dumb or into pain.

(Jane) 'Astro, you're a watchdog.'

'Did you see anybody come in last night?'

Who, me?

Some watchdog. A thief breaks in, and he watches.

Why are we worrying, daddy?

Let's be thankful that the plant's out of our lives.

For once you're right.

Mom can always enter next year's competition.

True.

So what if Mrs. Spacely

adds another gardening trophy to her collection?

The witch!

There's nothing like being a good loser, honey.

I'll call the Spacelys and concede defeat.

It's you, George.

You must be proud of what you did to Cosmo.

- What's the matter with him? - He'll tell you himself.

'But he's all tied up.'

[coughing] Jetson, do something quick

or I'll be dead before I can fire you!

[intense music]

Oh, somebody do something.

It's strangling him.

- They need you, dear. - Don't go away!

[creaking]

Stay right where you are!

Where does it look like I'm going, you pea-brain?

'Now sing!'

? Goodbye my outer orbit baby ?

? Farewell my own true love ?

? I'm gonna zoom away and leave you ?

? Never to see you any never gonna see you any.. ??

It likes his voice.

Oh, there's no accounting good taste.

Maybe so, but it sure plays good piano.

I want that plant disposed off once and for all!

- It's subversive! - Yes, sir!

But maybe if we gave it just one more chance.

Ya-ah! I didn't mean it!

I confess, I plant-napped it, please!

? Goodbye my outer orbit ?

? Gal ?

[glass shatters]

Satisfied, Jetson?

Now take that plant back where it came from

or you're out of a job!

Yes, sir.

And from the looks of things

poor Jane's out of the flower show.

Hah, tish, tish, tish.

[whirring]

The plant's not all bad, pop. Look what it did to Spacely.

I know, Elroy, but orders are orders.

We gotta get rid of it.

"Welcome To Mars."

Even they have condos for sale.

Okay, son, I'll do the dirty work.

- So long, Martian Creeper. - It's been good to know you.

boing

That, if that was a bird, I don't wanna meet him.

(George) I have just one regret about this whole thing, Elroy.

(Elroy) What's that, dad?

(George) When we dumped that plant

too bad we couldn't have dumped my boss along with it.

(Spacely) 'I heard that, you sneak!'

Uh-oh, the snooper phone.

It's going to be a double humiliation

at the flower show, Jetson.

A double, sir?

Jane's going to lose to my wife

and you're gonna be publicly fired!

[laughs]

One last favor, sir.

When you fire me

could you do it after the barbershop number?

(female announcer) 'Yes, our annual Gallactic Garden Show'

is in the final moments of the competition.

Once again the judges are preparing to award this trophy.

Yay, yay, bravo!

Nice to see you again, gentlemen.

Remember those job offers from my husband.

I don't think this is going to make it, Judy.

It was the only thing left at K-Martian.

At least you gave it a shot, mom.

Maybe they have a special prize for plastic.

While our judges make their final decision

we'll be entertained by George Jetson's

barbershop quartet.

[laughing] You'll be more entertained

by what I do to him after the number.

? Bum bum Goodbye my outer orbit baby ?

? Farewell my own true love ? ? My sweetie ?

? I'm gonna zoom away and leave you ?

? Never to see you any ?

? Never gonna see you any ?

? I'm gonna jet away to outer space.. ?

Wait a minute. Look who's back!

It must have heard daddy's voice!

It's gotta be a glutton for punishment.

I'm certain you'll make the right decision, gentlemen.

Hope you don't mind, but this is my last-minute entry.

A Martian Creeper!

[indistinct chatter]

I haven't seen one of those in years!

[indistinct chatter]

A perfect specimen!

[indistinct chatter]

And the winner of the first prize

Jane Jetson!

[applauding]

Fix, fix! It's a fix!

Thank you! Thank you!

'I owe it all to a plant that just wouldn't quit.'

[audience cheering]

Way to go, Jane!

That crazy creeper crept right into our hearts.

Oh, I've been insulted for life!

Cosmo!

Jane may have won, but George Jetson is the loser.

Jetson, you're fire.. Y-y..

Ah!

Put me down!

No, please!

Some of my best friends are vegetables!

Now I know where I've seen this plant before. Wimbledon!

Call it off, Jetson. I'll give you a raise.

- Five dollars a week! - What do you think, honey?

Five dollars a minute is more like it.

Five dollars a minute, my own parking space

a key to the executives men's room

and six months' paid vacation.

You've got it, Jetson! Now call off the plant!

You got a deal, Mr. Spacely. My high note never fails.

? Goodbye my outer orbit ?

? Gal ??

[shatters]

Sorry, honey, I guess that trophy

wasn't what it was cracked up to be.

[all laughing]

[snickering]

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