Goofing off at work, George and the Uniblab sit around playing cards. For as much of a scheming, conniving opportunist that the two-meter tall robot can be when Mr. Spacely is within earshot, it has otherwise become sort of a friendly, albeit strange confidant.

George: ...and then we got the boy that damned camera for Christmas. At first, it was just snapshots around the house. Innocent stuff, mind you... But then he wanted a telephoto lens. Next thing you know he's snapping pictures of the neighbors in their unmentionables! I didn't know what to do.

Uniblab: (robotic, monotonal) And your wife, what does she think?

George: Oh, she was livid when she found out. We finally got fed up with all of his shenanigans and, well... She made him promise to destroy all of those racy photos. Still, though, a boy needs...

Uniblab: A boy needs a hobby.

George: Exactly!

Later that evening as George sits around watching the evening news, he spies Elroy gliding by on the moving floor.

George: C'mere, son. Have a seat.

Elroy steps off the transportation belt, climbing up onto the couch next to his father.

Elroy: What's up, dad?

George: Son, it's time we had 'the talk'.

Elroy: Ummm... I already know about 'the birds and the bees', pop. Galactically mandated for all grade-school students since 2023.

George: Uhhh... Not 'that talk', son. It's about your... Hobby.

Elroy: Oh, that... Mom already made me promise to get rid of all that stuff.

George: And did you?

Elroy: Ehhhh... Maybe, kinda sorta.

George: "Maybe, kinda sorta"?

Elroy: Don't worry, pop. The ones of you and a certain blonde-haired someone...all deleted.

After a prolonged, awkward silence, George clears his throat to change the subject. Pressing a bottom on the coffee table's built-in console, a computo-screen drops from the ceiling.

George: So, maybe it's time you tried some more wholesome pursuits, son? A boy needs to have a hobby, you know.

Elroy: Wholesome? As in, boring you mean?

George: Oh c’mon, there’s plenty of fun things to do out there.

Elroy: Like what?

George: I don't know, son. Maybe something like...

After pushing a series of buttons and the whirring sound of punch-card-driven sprockets, the logo of the Space Cubs* appears on the screen.

George: ...scouting.

Elroy: Scouting? Seriously? Lame-o much?

George: Ohh, it can't be that bad.

Elroy: Ummm... Arthur is a Space Cub.**

George: Alright, well... Overlooking the stuck-up rich kid, they do have lotsa cool stuff like... Uhhhh... Moon rock collecting.

Elroy: Moon rocks? That’s your idea of fun?

George: Ok, bad example. How bout leather-working?

Elroy: Ummm... A: I’m a vegan -and- B: Last I checked, cows went extinct in 2025.

George: Synthetic leather-working, obviously.

Elroy: Ooo! They have photography!

George: I’m pretty sure that’s what got us here in the first place, son.

A few weeks later and newly ‘enlisted’ Space Cadet Jetson is well on his way to getting his first merit badge. George, chit-chatting with the company secretary, shows off his new faux-leather wallet and key fob. They're not especially great looking...looking much like something a youngster might make...but the secretary humors the proud poppa.

Miss Gala: (through her thick southern accent) Ohh my, those are some handsome-looking accessories. Think he could make me a proper handbag?

George: Yeah, the boy's coming right along. Next thing you know, he'll be making all kinds of stuff. Belts, cowboy boots...you name it.

Miss Gala: Hmmm. Yep, that's pretty advanced craftin' for a beginner. Did he make your wife anything?

George: Yeah, but he wouldn't tell me what, though. He wants to keep it a secret and surprise her.

Miss Gala: Well, whatever it is, I'm sure she'll be pleasantly surprised.

*Space Cubs is the Jetson's version of the Cub Scouts.

** Arthur Spacely is the young son of Cosmo and Stella Spacely, a fellow member of Space Cubs Troop 54.

Original Art by Alex Hiro

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2