Cartoon
The Jetsons

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Teen idol
Joe Namath's Girlfriend

Outfit: Lex Luthor's Superfriends costume under a department store smock / Flying Backwards S model guitar / hair grease

Tagline:  "BABY BABY BABY AH AH AH"

Plot summary:  Judy Jetson wants to win a date with musical heart throb Jet Screamer (star of The Jet Screamer Show) more than anything.  Then:  OPPORTUNITY.  Jet organizes a song-writing contest, and the winner gets a date with Jet.  Dinner, a movie, and several, several times where she has to sit and listen to Jet's already-tired Stillwater Jack White impression.  Wait, sorry, wrong Jet.

Judy Jetson wants to date a black people magazine and

Judy writes a song about wanting to "walk barefoot" through Jet's hair and her father George doesn't approve.  He's tired of the racket and wants this Jet Screamer business over with.  So he sabotages Judy's entry by replacing it with (his son) Elroy's secret code nonsense language, a collection of random syllables used to communicate on the playground.  George is stunned to find out that despite sending in absolute chaotic drivel Judy has won the contest, proving once more the time-honored message of the Jetsons:  THE MUSIC INDUSTRY IS BULLSHIT.   And cars go BEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW. (more)

User Comments:  The Jetsons, as opposed to, say, the Flintstones, live a life of manufactured complacency.  They have evolved their machinery to help make living easier, work unnecessary, and self-reliance obsolete.  Because of this they have corroded the very ethics and actions that forged human society and their brains have devolved back to a time that my generation considers the last few moments before the world stopped being so fucking retarded:  the 1950s.

In the fifties we were still hosing down black people.   We still had seating arrangements on buses, women were still viewed as second-hand citizens and possessions, and the best thing on TV was a guy getting all pissed off at his horse.  The Jetsons have become so morally, sexually, and socially static that they don't even walk...they move around on conveyer belts.  They don't cook or clean.   They are the magnanimous conclusion presented by our American fifties.  So it makes sense that Judy Jetson would soil her space-pantaloons over Elvis Presley 2099.   She spouts lingo that is clearly hundreds of years old (like if I started whipping out "methinks") and decorates her room with Jet Screamer pinups, which are all the same picture of Jet Screamer with a different colored background.  Hey, Hanna-Barbera was making a statement here, they weren't trying to waste a lot of time or money drawing.

Now we have personal equality.  I sat next to black children in school.  I'm in a fulfilling, positive relationship.  And I occasionally masturbate to an Avril video, all thanks to Elvis Presley.  Maybe one day Elroy Jetson will flex his calf muscles, take a walk outside, and maybe one time or another whip it out to Unavril, or his equivalent.  All thanks to Jet Screamer.

User Rating: 8.2/10 (2,001 votes)