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[ Man Narrating ]
Last week, as you recall...

we left Will, Penny, Dr. Smith
and the Robot on a scientific expedition.

None were aware
that within moments...

they were to encounter the most
incredible assortment of alien creatures...

ever assembled on one planet.

- What's your reading?
- Quartz conglomerate.

Cobalt magnesium .005 percent.

That's not very good. Don says it has to be
one percent at least, or it won't work.

He would've done much better
to listen to me.

There is absolutely no cobalt magnesium
in these rocks.

Dr. Smith,
we have to find some.

Unless we can get the purifier
to work on the plants...

our food supply
won't last a week.

[ Gasps ]
Oh.

Zachary Smith has never
been one to slacken...

when the welfare of
the group is at stake.

- [ Gasps ] Oh!
- Dr. Smith, is something wrong?

I'm afraid it's the old trouble, my dear--
my eyes.

It's what comes of not listening
to one's doctor, I suppose.

For years, he warned me
to avoid overworking.

"Try to suppress your desire for
continuous endeavor"...

he always told me,
"especially at midday."

Well, let's push on, shall we?
Oh, dear.

There's no point to that,
Dr. Smith.

You rest here.
We can cover the rest of the area.

- No, no. I wouldn't think of it.
- We'll sing out if we find anything.

An alert mind might be
of great value at the proper moment.

I'll just rest for a bit here.

Would you help me, my dears?
My back is extremely delicate today.

Yes, careful.
Careful. Careful. Yes, yes.

Ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah! Yes.

Thank you so much.
I shall be here...

available in the event
of any emergency, however slight.

- Don't hesitate to call me.
- Yes, sir.

Come on.
We'll try that vein over there.

And don't worry about me.
I shall be perfectly all right.

[ Sighs ]

Go along with the children.
They are your intellectual equal.

[ Sighs ]
Ah, lovely.

Nice.

- Oh, go away, you silly goose.
- [ Growling ]

Help! Somebody help me!
[ Whimpering ]

What's the matter?
Dr. Smith!

Don't let him get me!
Shoot him down!

- Blast who down?
- [ Gasping ]

Oh, dear. I thought I saw a monster--
a horrible, ugly creature.

Thank goodness I had the presence
of mind to call out and scare him away.

Warning! Warning! Warning!
Alien approaching!

What? Where? Where? Where?
[ Screaming ]

Oh, dear! Oh!

Well, don't just stand there!
Do something!

[ Robot ]
Warning! Warning! Visibility: zero!

All aircraft
are hereby grounded!

- Silence, you chattering magpie!
- That was just a harmless smoke deterrent...

useful in holding off
small dogs and renegade robots.

Permit me to introduce myself.

I am Dr. Andreas Marvello,
professor extraordinaire...

galactic entrepreneur,
and bringer of joy...

- to the crowned heads of the universe.
- How do you do?

I'm sorry, sir,
to have given you such fright.

You didn't frighten him, sir.
He saw a monster.

Correction. He said
he thought he saw a monster.

- Oh, indeed he did see a monster.
- Ha!

That was the cosmic monster,
one of the wonders of the universe.

The fiercest specimen
from Supernova 12.

- Good heavens!
- But you need have no more fear of the monster.

He has been recaptured.
He is back in his cage.

- Oh.
- Why do you keep him, sir?

I'd be delighted to tell you, Mr., uh--

Robinson. Will Robinson.
And this is my sister Penny.

How do you do, my dear?

- Hello.
- This is Dr. Smith and our Robot.

How do you do, Dr. Smith?

My dear sir, I am Dr. Smith.

- That is the Robot.
- Oh!

I must say, I am delighted
to meet you all.

I was beginning to think that
this planet must surely be deserted.

And in my business,
that would be catastrophic.

Just what is your business, sir,
if you don't mind my asking?

Come along with me
and I'll show you.

I was programmed to return you
to the Jupiter within four hours.

The time is almost up.

You may return and inform the others
we shall be along presently. Go.

- Very well.
- This way, please.

Well, here we are.

- Marvello's Extravaganza!
- [ Growling ]

The greatest show in space!

I take it, Dr. Marvello...

that you do a great deal
of moving about in the galaxy.

You are correct, sir.

And in your wanderings,
have you, by any chance...

ever visited a rather small planet
called Earth?

No, I'm afraid not.

We've always made it a point
to avoid the lesser places.

[ Straining ]

Vicho-- the strongest man
in any universe.

Holder of the Taurus award
for courage...

who in our show defies death
by wrestling...

- with the unconquerable cosmic monster.
- [ Growling ]

And this,
ladies and gentlemen...

is the cosmic monster.

- [ Roaring ]
- Over here, we have...

Nubu...

juggler of cosmic forces which
would destroy any other creature.

- Don't get too close.
- I do believe, Dr. Marvello...

- that you're missing a perfectly
wonderful opportunity.
- Oh?

Yes, by overlooking Earth
as a possible booking for your troupe.

After all,
the most enriching things...

very often come in the smallest packages,
do they not?

- [ Beeping ]
- Possibly. Nubu...

turn down your generator.

We don't wish to incinerate
this fine planet.

Could he really incinerate
the planet with his machine?

Of course. That's what
makes his act so spectacular--

that element of danger,
the possibility of complete destruction.

[ Woman ]
Marvello, I wanna talk to you.

Uh, we have company, my dear.

I seem to have misplaced my jewels,
Dr. Marvello.

Oh, I'm sure
they'll turn up someplace.

I was just about to tell
our guests about you, my dear.

This is Fenestra,
clairvoyant supreme...

mistress of the lost arts
of psychokinetology...

and extrasensory materialization.

If she can do all that,
how come she can't find her jewels?

Good thinking, my little man.

You are as bright as a penny. We shall have
to make a deeper study of that one day.

Now, what was it
you wanted, my dear?

I want to talk to you... alone.

Directly, my dear.

A delightful creature.

Yes.

It's fortunate that you children
happened along when you did.

I was just about to advertise for someone
to participate in a grand adventure.

And up you popped, just like that.
I call it providential.

What would you like us to do, sir?

We would help you
in any way that we could.

Just pass along these handbills
in the nearest town.

Let the people know
that Marvello is here...

for their edification,
enlightenment and entertainment.

Um, there isn't any town,
Dr. Marvello.

- Village?
- [ Will ] No, sir.

Hamlet?

There are only the seven of us
on the Jupiter 2.

- Seven?
- Yes, sir.

Well, no true showman...

is ever intimidated by
the smallness of his audience.

After all,
it's communication that counts.

Then you'll put on a show
for us right here?

Of course.
This very night...

you will be amazed,
amused and I hope confounded...

by things you've never seen before
and will never see again.

Following which,
we will honor you...

by sharing
your generous hospitality...

and, uh,
taking dinner with you.

Uh, maybe we'd better
ask our parents about that.

Of course.
I understand perfectly.

Are you coming,
Dr. Smith?

Uh, presently,
my dear boy.

I have some matters to discuss
with Dr. Marvello.

Come on!

- Wonderful children.
- Yes, they are.

It occurs to me, Dr. Marvello...

that we might be able to do
a little business together, you and I...

- for our mutual benefit.
- Oh?

It so happens
that either by accident...

or providence, as you call it...

you have come upon a theatrical act
that will make you a very rich man.

- An act?
- One of the finest entertainers
to be found anywhere-- me.

What do you do?

I am what is called
a song-and-dance man.

Had I not decided to follow
a scientific vocation...

I could easily have pursued a highly
successful career upon the stage.

You have experience?

Oh, yes, indeed.
The best kind of experience.

I had the lead
in my college musical.

- College?
- Yes.

College is the highest
form of entertainment on Earth.

And if you'll pardon
my presumption, sir...

may I suggest that
you allow me to audition?

And then if you like my act,
which I'm sure you will...

perhaps you would consider heading
for Andromeda by way of Earth.

Let me assure you, sir.
Your show will be immensely successful there...

with Zachary Smith as the star.

Star?

You can scarcely expect me to accept
minor billing on my own planet.

Of course not.

Marvello is noted for his fairness,
his magnanimity.

And talent always finds its own level.

Then you will grant me an audition?

Of course.
Whenever you're ready.

Splendid.
I shall polish up my act immediately.

I shall be back.

Marvello... I wanna know
what happened to my jewels.

Unfortunately, my dear,
I had to sell your jewels...

to pay for our meager supplies.

However, I have the feeling...

that we're all going to do
a marvelous performance tonight.

One of those
rare moments of magic...

that warms the soul.

Following which,
if I'm not mistaken...

we'll all dine sumptuously.

And there's this alien
that juggles cosmic balls. He's terrific.

And there's this monster.
He's real creepy.

And they have a strongman that
wrestles him and everything.

Oh, I don't imagine
they'll be putting on a show here.

After all, there isn't enough of an audience
to make it worthwhile for them.

But that's the neat part of it.
He's willing to put on a show for us.

For us?
How will we ever pay him?

Well, he doesn't want
money from us.

- All he wants is dinner.
- Oh. Is that all he wants?

- Just dinner?
- The answer's no.

Oh, but there are only four of them.

Look, don't any of you realize
what's going on here?

If we don't get this purifier
fixed by the end of the week...

those plants'll be dead,
and we'll be out of food.

- But the machine's almost fixed.
- I didn't say that.

I said I knew a way to make it work
without cobalt magnesium.

Judy, give me that plant.

Now we'll see
just how close we are.

John.

[ Whirring ]

Not as close as I thought.

- I'd be willing to give up
my food rations for tomorrow.
- Me too!

- That's out of the question.
- John?

Could you help me
with this for a minute?

Now, Maureen,
there's no discussing any of this.

We simply can't afford
to waste our resources.

You're very tired, aren't you, dear?

I'm not tired.
I'm frustrated!

- Do you think you can save the plants?
- I don't know.

Look, John, darling,
this has been very hard on all of us.

The heat, the boredom,
and now this.

The children feel the strain
just as much as we do.

I know that.

Well, I think there are times...

when we can gain so much more
by not being practical.

Oh, it would mean so much
to all of us.

All right.
Go and invite the entertainers.

- Yes, sir!
- Mom, can I go too?

- Yes, of course, dear. I don't see why not.
- I'll stay and help.

No. Go ahead.
I can manage without you.

- You run along with Will and Penny.
- Thank you.

We are going to have
a wonderful party.

Good day, madam.
Come along.

What's in the bag, Smith?
Some extra food rations...

you're smuggling out
to stash away somewhere?

Your barbarous remarks
fall on deaf ears, Major.

- This happens to be an experiment.
- I'll bet.

You can put it aside
and help us with the purifier.

We have to install a reduction coil.

I'm afraid that will have to wait.
I have far more important work to do.

Come along with me, sir.

- Smith?
- Let him go. Let him go.

We can install it
lots faster without him.

Now, if we can reduce the intensity,
we might be making a little progress.

We've got to kill the blight
without destroying the plants.

Let's do it.

Come along. Come along.
Don't loiter.

Come along. Come along.
Don't loiter.

What is the nature
of your experiment...

electrical or mechanical?

- Neither. It is an emotional one.
- That does not compute.

Of course it doesn't compute, you ninny.
You wouldn't understand it...

and I certainly don't intend
to waste my time explaining it to you.

♪ La-lum
Bum, bum-bum-bum ♪

- How complete are your memory banks?
- Very complete.

Good. I need the words to a song.

♪ La-lum
Bum, bum-bum-bum ♪

Yes, that will be perfect.
"Tiptoe Through the Tulips." The words, please.

"Tiptoe Through the Tulips"?
That does not compute.

The song was popular some time ago.

Search your recall memory banks.

You're bound to have recorded it
at one time or another.

Yes.

Yes, what?
Do you know the words, or don't you?

I know the words.
I do not understand them, but I know them.

Shall I repeat them to you?

Just a moment.
Let me think.

It might perhaps be better
if I were to use all of my energy...

for the art of Terpsichore,
and you were to--

Yes, I think so.

I want you to provide me
with a musical accompaniment.

Accompaniment?

I want you to sing,
you bumbling booby.

And sing con "expresso."

Put some expression into it.

Is this important?

Yours is not to question why.

Yours is to do as I say, or die.

This is going to earn my way back to Earth.
That's what it's going to do.

Now for the costume.
Here we are.

There.

How do I look?
Now, commence on the count of three.

Are you ready?
One and two and three and--

Stop that unbearable caterwauling!

- I rather liked it.
- Then sing to yourself, you cackling cacophony!

The din is deafening.

I suppose I shall have
to sing the song myself.

But, of course,
I've always had a very fine voice.

I even considered
an operatic career at one time.

- I have heard you sing.
- Thank you.

- You'd never have made it.
- How dare you!

- Do you need me further?
- No, not at the moment.

But at my audition,
I shall require you to be on hand...

to provide applause at the appropriate
moments, if you can manage that.

- Now you may go. Good heavens.
Flat as a pancake.

Silence!

Despite all obstacles,
the show must go on.

Zachary Smith must assume
his rightful destiny... as a star.

Now, then--
## [ Humming ]

Marvelous.
Dancing better than ever.

♪ Da, da, da, da, da ♪
Whoo!

What a career I've missed.
Absolutely marvelous.

## [ Calliope ]

[ All Gasping ]

[ Gasping, Cheering ]

[ Applause ]

- Bravo!
- Very good.

Good!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
I must caution you...

to remain in your seats
in perfect quiet...

remembering at all times that
the margin between safety and danger...

is very narrow indeed.

- This is the cosmic monster...
- [ Growling ]

the most deadly beast
in all the galaxies...

responsible for sending thousands
to their eternal reward.

And this is--
The Incomparable Vicho...

who defies death nightly...

in his close-quarters combat
with the very incarnation of evil.

Are you ready, Vicho?

[ Growling Intensifies ]

Good heavens.

[ Gasps ]
Oh!

[ Grunting ]

[ Screams ]

No!

In the vastness of
this mysterious universe...

are forces beyond
the reasoning of any mortal.

Volatile gases, radiations,
electrical emanations...

powers which have been mastered
but by one person--

Nubu the Magnificent!

[ Applause ]

[ Beeping, Whirring ]

[ Nubu ]
Keep your eyes on the cosmic spheres.

Just do the goblet
and the golden idol tonight, my dear.

I'm starving to death
and want my supper.

[ Gasping, Applauding ]

And now, the star of our show.

Mistress of the occult.
The only woman capable...

of reading the innermost secrets
of the soul...

and materializing thoughts.

The one and only Fenestra...

Queen of Mystery!

[ Applause ]

[ Will ]
Wow!

[ Don ]
Hey, hey!

The spirits of the universe
are here tonight.

I feel their presence.

I see the supporting
tendrils of their essence.

We will accomplish
the impossible here tonight.

I feel it.
I see it.

But I must have the cooperation
of a member of the audience.

- May I have a volunteer, please?
- Can I, Dad?

Sure. Go ahead.

Are you sure you wish to place
the control of your mind in the infinite?

Yes, ma'am, I sure do.

Extend your right palm, please,
and place it beneath the lamp.

Now, I must ask you
to close your eyes.

Make of your mind a blank...

suspending all your own thoughts and
allowing the forces of the universe to come in.

The shape will appear in your mind.

It will have form, substance, color.

Now, what do you see?

A cup.
It's all glittery, shiny.

A goblet?
A golden goblet?

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
A golden goblet.

Something's wrong.

Continue to concentrate.
Fix your mind on the golden goblet.

Think of nothing else.

[ Gasping, Chuckling ]

She managed that all right.

No. Not her.
She didn't even touch the wire.

It was the boy.
He made it materialize.

Now, close your eyes again.

Make of your mind a blank...

a flowing river of your thoughts.

Allow the spirits to take shape...

to gather form.

Now what do you see?

It's little and it's wiggly,
and it's got bumps.

But I never saw one
that color before.

Well, what do you see
in your mind?

A frog, but it's purple.

[ Fenestra ]
Concentrate on it.

Allow it to become a shape.

Wow!

- Oh!
- Look!

- Did you see that?
- I saw it.

- How did he do it?
- It's no trick.

The boy has the gift.
He has the power.

[ Croaking ]

- Can I keep him, Mom?
- Well, I don't know.

You better ask Mr. Marvello.
It's his frog.

- No. After all, Will made the frog. It's his.
- Gee, thanks.

Well, I'm afraid that after
such a wonderful performance...

our dinner's going to be
a bit of an anticlimax.

Not at all, dear lady.

- Oh! Well, shall we go?
- Oh!

Well, I'll join you presently,
Professor Robinson.

There are always chores
to be done after every show.

- Can we help you in any way?
- No, thank you.

- All right. We'll see you soon.
- Bye-bye.

We still live in the age of miracles,
my friend.

Why, with that boy in our troupe,
we could set the entire Andromeda circuit...

on its collective ear.

I may call upon
your services again.

Yes. He will be
our passport to glory.

We'll not leave this planet
without that boy.

[ Growling ]

Where'd you capture him?

On a small planet in Supernova 12.

A wondrous place
where creatures of his kind abound.

A glittery world with four moons...

and a special kind of silvery light.

And the air there is rare and cold.

It makes you feel marvelously alive
just to drink it in.

Golly. I'd sure like to see that.

Oh, there are other places
even more beautiful than that.

An asteroid with rivers of light...

where live the multicolored fish.

And near the Dog Star,
there's a world with a diamond mountain...

and a golden plain.

Oh, there are glories out there
that you never dreamed of, my boy.

I'll bet there are.

It's, uh, possible that
you could see those places.

- Me? How?
- Your act, my boy.

Oh, that?
I figured it out last night.

Fenestra was projecting images
into my mind.

Only the goblet, and the goblet was supposed
to be lowered into your hand by a wire.

But the trick didn't work.
What you did was real.

No, it wasn't. I tried it last night
by myself, and it didn't work.

Because you need Fenestra
as a conductress.

Would you mind lending yourself
to a further experiment?

- No, sir, I wouldn't mind.
- Fenestra, my dear?

Will wants to try
the materialization again.

Come along, my boy.

Now, then, what shall we project?

Shall it be a precious stone?
Some sort of a jewel? A diamond?

If you don't mind, sir,
I'd like to try something edible.

An apple, for instance?

Well, I suppose
that's all right for an experiment.

Proceed.

Now, close your eyes,
Will Robinson, and extend your hand.

Concentrate on
the image in your mind.

Red, spherical.

- Can you see it?
- Yeah, I think so.

Allow the image
to take shape and substance.

Allow it to become a form.

A ball.
A wooden ball.

It appears that your gift is erratic,
beyond complete control.

But that makes little difference.

Over the months to come
we can refine that...

and it will suffice
in its present form for now.

Over the months?

You are about to receive
a rare opportunity, my boy...

one which most artists
would give their very souls to achieve.

In short, we'd like you
to join our traveling troupe...

become a star
in your own right.

I appreciate the invitation,
Dr. Marvello, but I can't.

Why not?

I'd like to go, sir,
but my family needs me.

[ Dr. Smith ]
Good morning! Good morning!

Come along, you lagger.
Don't loiter.

As they used to say back
on Earth whenever I approached:

- "Never fear, Smith is here."
Good morning, madam.
- What's that, Dr. Smith?

A bit of haberdashery
from before your time.

William, I do believe
your father wishes to see you.

Something about a reduction coil.

Yeah. I did promise
to help put it in.

Then it's best that
you keep your word.

A man's word is
his most precious possession.

Yes, sir. Thanks for inviting me,
Dr. Marvello.

- [ Marvello ] Keep it in mind.
- [ Growling ]

I take it you are ready
for your audition.

Precisely right, good sir.
However...

I must ask you to take
into consideration the fact...

that I require an orchestra
for the full effect and a spotlight.

Your imagination will,
of necessity, have to supply that.

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Not yet, you ninny.

I will take those things
into consideration.

Would you care to use the stage?

That would perhaps
be more appropriate.

Now sir, imagine if you will,
I have just been fittingly introduced.

The house lights dim.
A spotlight flicks on...

catching a bare corner of the stage.

And I let it rest there,
creating a moment of suspense...

before I appear.

Now, then.

Two, three, four.

- One, two, three, four.
- [ Robot Laughing ]

- What are you laughing at, you cackling clod?
- [ Laughing Continues ]

Stop that laughing this instant!
Do you hear?

[ Laughing Stops ]

I'll attend to you later.

Jealousy, you quite understand.

Now if you'll give me a moment or two
to compose myself, I shall continue.

Oh, no need to go
to that trouble, Dr. Smith.

Indeed, I think you have
a very, um, unusual act.

You do?

Unfortunately, however,
I'm afraid that...

few of the audiences before
which we play would have, uh...

sufficient, um, sophistication
to fully appreciate it.

Perhaps different music?
A better costume?

I was about to say that we have no room
in our troupe for a song-and-dance act.

- Oh, dear.
- But, uh-- But...

if there was a manager
who had an act that we liked--

- Say, the boy, for instance.
- Will?

Then we would be delighted for
that manager to come on a trip with us.

And you might be willing to detour
your flight by way of Earth?

I see no reason why not.

And the manager could, of course,
remain there, could he not?

Of course.
But the boy...

would have to remain
with the troupe.

That's only reasonable, my dear sir.

This is purely hypothetical, of course.

I have no idea
whether the boy, uh...

would accept the idea
of a personal manager.

Let me assure you, my dear sir.

I anticipate no trouble in that area,
none at all.

Will doesn't make a single move
without consulting...

his old friend and mentor-- myself.

We understand each other then.

I think that we do.
I shall make all the arrangements.

- I must know as soon as possible.
- Of course you must.

There might perhaps be
a bit of trouble from the parents.

Don't worry about that.
I'll take care of them.

How nice.

I should leave you here to rust,
you traitorous tintabulation.

But, of course, everyone knows I have a soft
heart, so I shall give you a second chance.

- Besides, it appears that I shall be needing you.
- [ Laughing ]

[ Laughing Stops ]

There.
That's better.

Now come along with me,
you ludicrous lump.

There's much to be done.
Come along.

[ Growling ]

Try the variable filter setting.

- Take it down to, uh, 0.3.
- 0.3.

0.3 it is.
Here goes nothing.

[ Whirring ]

I don't think we've been compensating
for the daylight factor enough.

- What do you say we turn in?
- Yeah, but we're so darn close.

I mean, it's just a matter
of proper settings.

Well, this thing isn't going anywhere,
and we'll be fresh in the morning.

- Come on.
- Okay.

We have to increase the intensity
and cut down on the duration.

It's a question
of juggling it around.

Well, it's trial and error.

- What are you doing?
- Shh!

Keep your voice down,
you tarnished trumpet.

Or better still, make no noise at all.
Just listen.

I will call out the dial readings,
and you will record them.

For what purpose?

I merely wish
to make it appear that...

there will be insufficient food...

so that the boy will be
more inclined towards self-sacrifice...

and the acceptance
of Marvello's offer.

I cannot accept
that course of action.

You can and you will. Just do as you're told
and remember these figures.

Top bank from left to right--
0.3, 5.9, 3-3.3.

Bottom bank from left to right--

27.1, 19, 10, 1.6, and 0-0-10.

- Do you have that?
- Yes.

I must warn you to change nothing.

They are close to the final solution.

Of course they are. And I wouldn't dream
of jeopardizing their calculations...

not for anything in the world.

But to delay them a little
is to give that dear boy...

a chance for the career
he so richly deserves.

And once I've departed
this miserable vale...

you can restore this machine
to its proper settings, and no harm done.

Now, let's see.
There.

There.
That should do it.

What you have done is wrong.

Spare me the moralizations,
you sanctimonious scatterbrain.

And remember,
you are to keep quiet about this.

Not even a whisper.

And now,
I have work to do...

of a much happier sort.

Since I shall be getting
10 percent of Will's salary--

No, I think 20
would be more equitable...

since I shall negotiate
a rather large sum for his efforts.

Or perhaps 30.

No, 40...

since the boy would have
no chance at all except for me.

I've always been
the quintessence of fairness.

Fifty-fifty.

- Now what could've gone wrong?
- Beats me.

I want you to take an inventory of all
the food capsules, supplements, everything.

- And then we'll draw up some caloric charts.
- It's that bad then?

We're gonna have a drastic food reduction
until we know what's wrong with that machine.

For the benefit of the general welfare
and despite my dreadful pangs of hunger...

- I shall forego breakfast.
- There won't be any breakfast.

We're going on
emergency rations immediately.

Without the plants, there's
a four-day supply of food. I checked.

Unfortunately, that is so. Would you care
to take a little stroll, my dear boy?

Sometimes a walk in the fresh air
is conducive to creative thinking.

- I guess so.
- It's an impossible situation, my boy...

and the statistics are against us.

Even at minimum rations, our food supply
will be exhausted in four days.

And it should take at least two weeks
to repair the machine, more likely three.

Maybe I could eat less.

That's a noble idea, my boy,
but they would never permit it.

I thought to sacrifice myself.

I demeaned myself to the point
of auditioning for Marvello's troupe...

in the hope that they would
take me along, and thus...

there would be
one mouth less here to feed.

- But, alas, they turned me down.
- He wants me to go with him.

- You?
- I can make things materialize.

Perish the thought.
It's out of the question.

- I forbid it.
- But you were willing to go.

I don't matter.
Oh, Will.

I couldn't bear to see you
spinning out there all alone in space...

without the company of a loved one
to guide your footsteps.

But there's no other way,
is there?

You're a fine and noble lad...

and immensely practical.

I cannot shrink
from my responsibility.

I shall make the supreme sacrifice
and accompany you.

- You will?
- Yes.

And that will provide
an extra margin of food...

that will insure
the survival of your family.

I suggest we inform Marvello
of our decision.

- Yes, sir.
- You're a stout lad.

Come along, my boy.

I must say that I am delighted
with your joining our troupe.

We can look forward to a success such as
the universe has never seen before.

- Yes, sir.
- I suggest you run along and find Fenestra.

She can begin to instruct you in
some of the finer points of showmanship.

Yes, sir.

It occurs to me,
my dear Marvello...

that there are still some
minor points to be considered.

For instance,
I think it might not be amiss...

to put a banner across
the front of your stage...

reading, in quite large type...

"Dr. Zachary Smith presents,"

and in quite small type,
"Will Robinson."

We can discuss these things
on our journey, Dr. Smith.

And speaking of our journey, we will
be departing at precisely noon tomorrow...

when the time window
is open for our takeoff.

Not one second earlier
or later will do.

I suggest you have the boy here
10 minutes before departure.

You may rely upon me, sir. And now,
if you'll excuse me, I really must leave.

There is, after all,
a great deal of packing to be done.

Surreptitiously, of course.

We wouldn't want to alarm the others,
if you understand me.

- Oh, I understand you.
- The future does indeed seem bright
with promise...

veritably glowing with it.

And I can guarantee you, my dear Marv--
[ Screaming ]

Let me go!
Let me go!

- [ Screaming ]
- No! No! No!

- Are you hurt?
- No. No, I'm quite all right.

It's a good thing I have
an iron constitution.

That would've killed a lesser man.

- [ Growling ]
- [ Screaming ]

Can't I say good-bye to them, Dr. Smith?

I do understand, my boy, but they would
never allow you to make the sacrifice.

And even if they assented
to your going...

it would cause them grievous
and unbearable pain.

Yeah. I guess so.

It must be at least 11:30.
We can no longer delay.

I suggest that you go first,
and I'll follow.

Are you feeling all right, Will?

Yeah, sure.

I just wanted to tell you that--
Well, I like having you for a sister.

That's the nicest thing
anyone's ever said to me.

Penny?

Penny, I thought
you might like to have this.

You're giving me your frog?

Yeah. Well,
I'm gettin' kind of tired of it.

Don't overfeed him.

What's got into him?

I don't know.

You want something, son?

No, sir.

Oh. Now what was that for?

- Nothing.
- Are you up to something?

Marvello's leaving this morning.
I'd like to go say good-bye to him.

Well, all right,
but come right back.

John, by any chance did you change
the settings on the dials?

No.

We had an 0.3 setting
on the variable filter, now, didn't we?

- That's right. What's the matter?
- Yeah.

I don't know,
but we've got a 6.3 now.

Did any of you touch that machine,
even accidentally?

- I haven't been near it.
- Neither have I.

I haven't touched it.

- Did you alter the settings on the dial?
- I did not.

- Do you know what happened to them?
- Yes.

But I cannot tell you.

Despite my weakened condition, I shall go out
and hunt some edible berries for us all.

Someone changed the settings
on the dial, Doctor.

Good heavens!
Who could've done such a thing?

Of all the idiotic,
bonehead things to do, Smith.

Tell me -- Why would you mess up
our food supply when you know...

you'll go hungry with the rest of us?

How dare you accuse me, Major.

I've been your scapegoat long enough.

The moment anything untoward occurs,
I become your emotional football.

- Well, let me tell you--
- The truth, Smith,
because the Robot saw everything.

He's just trying to incriminate me.
That's what he's trying to do. You Judas.

- I ordered you to keep silent!
- He did.

- He didn't say anything, but you are.
- [ Gasping ]

Well, Doctor, just where
do you think you're going?

Will had to have his chance.
It was absolutely vital.

And he'd never have gone
unless he had a compelling reason.

Will? Do you mean
he's gone off with them?

I was to go along with him
and watch over him.

- When do they leave?
- At noon.

Don, get the lasers.
We'll try to stop them.

You're not in jeopardy,
I assure you.

How could you think I would
place my dear friends in jeopardy?

The Robot has the proper settings
for the machine.

If anything happens to my son...

- I'm going to skin you alive.
- Let's go.

Come on.

I was only trying to help the dear boy.
Only trying to help.

You traitor!

We only have five minutes.
We must hurry.

I know it's difficult to leave
the things that are familiar.

But after you've been with us for a time,
the sadness will fade...

and the past will be replaced by the plaudits
of the crowds and the love of millions.

- Do you have a radio communicator on board?
- Why, yes.

After we leave,
would you mind if I called...

and talked to my parents
one last time?

- Not at all, my boy.
- Dr. Marvello!

Will!

- We've come for Will.
- Stand back, I warn you!

- Get on board and start the engines.
- Everybody, wait here.

Son, Smith tricked you.

The purification machine will work.
There'll be plenty of food.

Let me go!
Let me go!

No! You're going with me!
He belongs to me now.

- I'll give you one last chance
to avoid destruction.
- Let him go, Marvello.

We don't intend to let you take him.

[ Roaring ]

Save your laser beams.
The monster is impervious to them.

Will, get over here!
Out of his way!

No, Dad, stay back.
I know what I'm doing.

I know you can control him,
Dr. Marvello.

Fenestra, help me, please!

Stop it!
Stop it!

I'll do anything you ask.
I'll go with you.

But, please, stop him!

No! No! No!

- Get back there. You're not going with him.
- I gave him my word.

No. I couldn't take you with me,
even if I wished.

I saw in you
the makings of a star.

But the only great performer is the one
who puts his heart into his work.

You could never do that
because your heart's here with your family.

Do me one small favor, my friend.
Take this as a remembrance.

And if you should ever get back to Earth,
tell all your friends...

that you have witnessed
one of the marvels of the universe--

The Miracle Extravaganza
of Dr. Marvello.

It won't hurt any to pave the way
just in case I find myself in the vicinity.

Adieu! Come, my dear.

[ Engines Firing Up ]

- Oh. What's that he gave you?
- I don't know.

Do you know what it is, Dad?

It appears to be some kind
of celestial Annie Oakley.

- Annie Oakley?
- Oh, that's an old-fashioned expression...

for a lifetime pass
to Marvello's show.

And they'll be back.
I know it.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

As I always say,
all's well that ends well.

Oh, no, you don't, Smith.
You're not getting off that easy.

John, can you think of a suitable
punishment for our good doctor?

I have the perfect one in mind.

Very well.
Get on with it.

One and two and three and--

- Well?
- It's still all clear outside, Dr. Smith.

Good.
There.

Steady. Steady.
Keep up a steady flow of current.

If my efforts
are not satisfactory...

then I suggest
you do the job yourself.

Mind your manners and you'll keep
your friends, you mental midget.

Dad said never to use the Robot
as a power supply, Dr. Smith.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind if he knew
this alcohol was for medicinal purposes.

If it's all right, why don't you tell Dad
and the others what you're doing?

Yes. Why do you sneak out in the dead of night
to work at your liquor still?

Liquor still indeed.
How dare you!

And as for keeping this project a secret,
I just thought...

it would be so nice
to surprise everyone.

Dr. Smith,
the little old winemaker.

Spare me your asinine asides,
you pathetic pomposity.

Can't you generate
any more power?

You will have to reverse cycles.

Oh, good heavens!
I have to do everything myself.

There. Now--
And there.

No! Good heavens!
Stop at once! Stop it!

Do you hear?
Oh, dear!

It's all your fault.
Wasting good wine, you inept idiot.

Indeed.

How is it, Dr. Smith?

Hmm. Considering the fact
that this beverage...

was prepared from kookaberries instead
of from grapes, it's not altogether bad.

- When it reaches maturity,
we should have an excellent--
- [ Robot ] Warning!

Alien presence!
Warning! Alien presence!

Warning.
Alien presence indeed.

It appears to me that you have
alien presence on the mind lately.

However, William...

would you be good enough
to go and have a look?

Dr. Smith, we know
something's out there.

- The Robot's never wrong.
- Sometimes he is.

I'd go myself, you see...

but this is a critical time in wine-making--
you do understand.

[ Screams ]

Well, do something, you cowardly clump!
Protect us!

My power supply has been drained.
It is extremely low.

He hasn't got enough energy
for an electrical charge.

[ Screams ]
Help! Help! Help!