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Of course, if that's what Tralfaz... I mean, Astro wants.
Stop this crazy thing, will you?
You know, I think we're carrying this dog-lover bit too far.
- Well, all right. - Hey, wait!
Well, we're home, boy. Let's go. HeeI. HeeI.
Oh, Tralfaz! It's visiting hour again.
You don't want any old private swimming pooI, do you, Astro?
...seven-course doggy meals three times a day...
It would make everybody happy, sir.
Not a bad fit, huh? Now, remember, Astro, you're Uncle Charlie. You got it?
Don't yell!
...was doomed to a life of dull, depressing wealth and luxury...
Well, so long, paI. We'll be back next week.
Will you tell the truth, the whole truth, et cetera, and like that?
The dogcatcher.
At once, sir! A what, sir?
Let's face it, you're a real astromutt. Reah, ra rastrorutt.
George, be serious!
And I bet the whole family is out looking for you.
- It's us, Astro! - Here, boy!
- What are you blubbering for? - I don't wanna take a walk.
Goodbye, Astro.
I'm through being reasonable, Jetson. You forced me into this.
Oh, don't! No! Uncle Charlie, wait!
Case closed.