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Up-two-three-four, two-three-four.
- We're the Space Cubs of Troop 54 - Let's hear it, men!
Oh, but it's an emergency, dear.
...I'd ask Mr. Spacely for a three-week vacation. You need it.
Hup-two-three-four. Hup-two-three-four.
This is your stewardess, lovely Lana Luna, bidding you:
- I think you need a vacation. - Oh, no, sir...
Well, Elroy. How do you turn them off?
Fasten your couch belts. We are about to land.
And you don't know where anything is? You sure are dumb.
- Positive. I'll pay all expenses. - Oh, that's great. Could I take the family?
Okay, Cubs, this is it.
Oh, I forgot. Your son's a Space Cub too. In the same troop.
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- After all, he's a Space Cub. - Yeah, but how did you know that?
Right. Troop 54. That's why I want you to take this weekend vacation trip.
Can you tell us the way to Copernicus Crater?
But, Big Buddy... Mr. Jetson.
You don't use your heads. There's plenty of wood on the moon...
- The needle's pointing straight up! - That's where the North Pole is.