07 by The Jetsons #7 (Gold Key 1964)

Author:The Jetsons #7 (Gold Key 1964)
Format: epub

I TOLD You, BOSS: AND I JUST HAVE TO SEE SHE'S THE BEST WORKER THE INTELLIGENT FACE ANYBODY EVER HAD! RESPONSIBLE FOR I'M BEGINNING TO BELIEVE IT! WHY, THIS IS THE ROBOT WHO } WAS IN MY OFFICE TODAY ASKING | ME TO PROMOTE YOU! s COURAGEOUS, HONEST AND LOYAL, TOO! ‘GEORGE, I'M NOT ANGRY! IN FACT, THIS NIGHT HAS c IT SURE SHOWN ME WHO TO PICK ‘ Te ead HAS! MER! AS NEW CHIEF OF aes BUTTONS! (SIGH!) AT LEAST WE KEPT THOSE BUTTONS, | THE JOB IN THE FAMILY! MR. JETSON | FASTER, MR, BLASTOFF!

J. Evil Scientist and his lovely (lovely if you like witches) wife Goonda sat in their castle living room discussing what to get their little son Junior for his nine hundred and twelfth birthday, (Next year he will be a teenager.) Like most of their friendly little discussions, the discussion started with a violent: type argument and developed into a not-soquiet little riot. . “I say we should give him a poisonous gas set,”’ yelled J. Evil Scientist, tossing a clever little homemade bomb at his shouting, screaming wife, “And | say we gave him that last year!"’ Goonda yelled, as she quickly sidestepped the bomb and shot a hex from her fingertips, turning her husband into a frog. ‘He is tired of toy guillotines and things like that. What he wants is a dog!”’ “Croaak, croaak . . .” croaked J. Evil. “Drat! | guess I'll have to change you back. | can’t get a good argument out of a croaking frog,”’ complained Goonda. So saying, she waved her hands and J. Evil was changed back to his natural looks. (If one could call his looks natural.) J. was glad to be himself again. The time before his wife was mad at him, she had changed himinto a horse. The only reason she changed him back then was that oats became expensive after two months. "| give up,” he conceded. "We've been having this argument for years, and | have the scars to prove it. We'll give Junior a dog, but not the kind that scratches, sheds fur, and has fleas and stuff like that.’” “Whattaya mean?" asked Goonda. "That's ‘the way dogs come nowadays." “You'll see. I'll give Junior his dog in the morning," replied J. Evil Scientist with a J. Evil smile, J. Evil spent the rest of the night working in his laboratory. The next morning he presented Junior with a large package that was gaily wrapped in black crepe. “Happy Birthday, Son!” the proud parents shouted, as Junior excitedly tore into the wrappings of the package. Junior gasped at the present. It'was a robot dog, complete with voice control, a gyroscopic tail, and miniature stainless steel mechanical fleas! “All you do is speak into the microphone and the dog will do anything you tell it to do," boasted J. Evil. ‘‘Watch!"" He shouted into the control box, “SIT DOWN," and the mechanical mutt did just that. Junior just shed a tear.

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