Well, here is Chapter 3 of my first Jetsons fanfic. Before we move on with this, I would like to apologize for the delay. The reason for this is because I may not be that good of a songwriter, which is also the reason why I have been letting you post your ideas for the fake kiddie songs in this fic. Enough of my stress. I hope you bear with me on it, at least. Before you people use your pitchforks and torches, telling me, "GET ON WITH IT!" (a la Monty Python and the Holy Grail), let's move along.

Chapter 3: The Process

The next day, Judy, Iona and Starr are making random riffs on their instruments to think of kiddie song ideas.

Judy is on her guitar. Iona is on her piano. And Starr messing around with her tambourine.

Rosie the Robot Maid is in the background, cleaning the hallways.

This is all happening in Judy's bedroom.

Judy: I'm guessing all of you have writer's block. Huh?

Iona and Starr: Yes.

Judy: Well, so do I.

They all stare at each other, for a matter of seconds.

Judy: However, I just figured out a name for the band. The Robo-lets.

Starr: The Robo-lets?

Judy: You know, like piglets, except it's actually robots. As in baby robots. Robo-Lets.

Starr: I like it. Fair enough.

Iona: Hmmm, I think, I have something in mind for a song.

Judy: Ok. Let's hear it, Iona.

Iona starts playing her piano to her kiddie song idea.

Iona (singing): I have a face. You have a face. We all have a face. A clean face is a happy face. So, make sure your face doesn't end up with acne, like zits, pimples, germs and lice from outer space.

Judy: That does sound….catchy, …except there's 3 things wrong with the last part. One: it is way too long. Two: it barely even rhymes with the same word 5 times. And Three: the little kids that we're entertaining are NOT gonna know what any of that means. In short, they don't know any of those words!

Iona: (sigh) Well, I'm sorry. I'm not much of a songwriter type, Judy. I don't even know how to write a little kiddie song!

Starr: Yeah, I mean, like we are singing to like what 5-year olds?

Judy: 6-year-olds, Starr! And besides, no one else is gonna even care.

Iona: I guess, you're right. I hate my life, already. (fake crying)

Judy: Iona, enough with the melodrama! You know, you're faking it!

Iona stops fake crying.

Judy: We are doing this for Elroy's friend. So, let's think. What do little kids like?

Starr: Um, the colors of the rainbow?

Judy: Too obvious.

Iona: Animals?

Judy: Iona, there have been too many songs about animals! I know, Elroy likes sports, which is basically his version of being annoying.

Starr: So, let's write a song about being annoying. (playing her tambourine and singing) It's fun to be annoying. It's fun to be annoying. It's fun-a-fun-a-fun to be annoying.

Judy: That is the last straw.

Iona: Well, we can always do, "Gleep Glorp".

Judy: Can we just think of something more original? Hold on a second. (to Rosie) Hey, Rosie?

Rosie: Yes, Ms. Judy?

Judy: Well my friends and I need help figuring out a kiddie song for one of Elroy's friends' birthday party.

Rosie: Have you ever tried one about dancing around?

Judy thinks for a moment.

Judy: Great idea, Rosie!

TO BE CONTINUED.

ASAP.