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Cargo hold?

Our sensors are picking up movement somewhere in the hold.

- That cargo needs to be secured. - Copy that, Captain.

One of the bigger units must have slipped out of position.

Hear that, Ramirez? You missed one.

Let's see if the loading claw's sensors

can pick up anything still moving around up there.

Come on!

Dixon? What's happening?

Problem with the claw, Captain. But we're on it.

The unit's damaged. That's the second one this month.

I'll switch it out.

Ramirez, you'd better hurry! It's still tracking movement.

And we're the only things moving!

It's ripped out the whole control unit! We can't shut it down!

The fuel cell is cracked.

If it leaks, this whole ship becomes a giant bomb!

Mayday! Mayday! We're going down!

Five...

four...

three...

two...

..one.

Thunderbirds are go!

2x12 - Fight or Flight

Brains, are you sure you want to be up here?

Annual maintenance, very important.

Like brushing your teeth.

I'm just having a little trouble adjusting to being weightless.

Oh, oh, oh!

It was the same for me when I started. You get used to it.

- And I'm starting to feel... queasy. - Don't throw up in zero gravity.

That's something else I learnt when I first got up here.

Mayday!

Mayday! This is Cargo Zeppelin.

All systems malfunctioning. We're abandoning ship,

but it's out of control and could crash anywhere.

We read you. This is International Rescue. Get your crew out.

We'll make sure the ship doesn't cause any trouble on the ground.

Thunderbird 5 to Tracy Island. We have a situation.

What have we got, John?

A cargo carrier experienced a massive systems failure.

The crew are fine. They evacuated over the lake.

But the ship is on a crash course for Anderbad City.

I'm sending you coordinates for the ship's projected flight path.

Alan and Gordon are still on a supply run, but we're on our way.

- Think you two can handle it? - For the moment.

- But that could change. - I'll be standing by if you need me.

See you in the sky.

Five, four, three, two,

one.

Thunderbirds are go.

See you when you get there, Thunderbird 2.

John, now would be a good time to fill me in on any nasty surprises.

Funny you should say that.

The ship's losing altitude faster than my projections, but why?

It looks like the liquid hydrogen fuel-cells have cracked open.

And I'm guessing that's bad?

The tanks keep the fuel isolated.

But if an electrical fire starts on impact,

you'll get what we scientists call a very big ka-boom...

which is also what my insides feel like.

- What's the time frame? - John says I'll feel better

once I get used to zero gravity.

I think he means before the zeppelin crashes.

Oh. Right. Factoring in altitude, wind speed, ship weight,

adjusting for cargo and letting x equal the rate of fuel loss,

we get... Oh my.

Scott, you're going to need to move, fast.

FAB. And Brains, that means Feel A Lot Better.

I'll attach cables and divert the ship away from the city.

Thunderbird 2 can do the heavy lifting when Virgil gets here.

Oh! The cable won't lock onto the hull.

I'll call up a schematic.

- That's weird. "File Not Found?" - Oh, sorry.

Your database is offline because I started a systems check.

How long to bring them back online?

We don't have a lot of time here, Brains.

It's OK. I've backed everything up onto Max.

He can stream the database to your screen.

Attaboy, Max.

The whole top section is demagnetised.

Thunderbird 2 can nudge the ship and change course that way.

I would strongly caution against that.

Those leaking fuel cells could easily rupture.

Ka-boom. Got it.

OK. I'm going to have to get on board.

Maybe I can regain some control of this thing.

Scott, the cockpit section isn't demagnetised.

You should be able to attach a zipline to it.

Hey, Virgil! Just taking a little air.

I've got Thunderbird 1 slaved to my controls. I'll keep her steady for ya.

Ah!

Whoo! I'm in.

All systems critical. We're on auxiliary power

with almost no altitude control or steering.

I can't risk landing with that fuel leak.

I'm gonna point her down and bail out.

She'll crash safely into the lake before reaching the city.

Crash course set. Ready to bail out.

RAMIREZ: Hello? Anyone there?

We're stuck! We can't get out! Trapped!

Hello? Can you hear me?

John, did you get that? I thought everyone was off this ship.

I thought so too. Hold on.

Can Max check the crew manifest against the evacuee headcount?

Of course. On screen, Max.

The numbers don't match. They messed up their count.

Two crew members are missing.

Got 'em. They're in the cargo hold.

OK. I'll get the crew and evac them out with me.

OK. We have a new problem.

I've pulled out of the crash course, but I'm

struggling to maintain altitude. Come in, cargo crew!

This is International Rescue. Do you read me? Over.

Yes, we read you, barely. We're hiding in the back of the hold.

Our loading claw's motion trackers have malfunctioned.

It locks in on anything that moves.

Yeah, I got a taste of that. Hold on tight. We'll get you out.

Guys, I need to keep this crate in the air long enough

for us to find a way past that loading claw.

- Looks like we'll need that backup, Kayo. - FAB.

I've been monitoring your comms, and I've got Shadow prepped and ready to go.

Thunderbird Shadow is go!

Scott, we're plotting your new trajectory.

Do we have time to get the crew out before we get to the city?

Negative. You're gonna have to fly over the city

and bring it down in the open country on the other side.

We'll never make it! We're still losing height!

If you offload 90% of the fuel,

there's a chance you'll be light enough to get over the city.

OK. I'll keep flying.

- Virgil, you start pumping out that fuel. - FAB.

- How are you guys doing in there? - Oh, you know.

Just playing hide-and-seek with a giant bone-crushing claw.

No big deal.

Hang in there. Help's on its way.

- Hey, Ramirez? - Yeah, Dixon?

How does a giant mechanical loading claw take its tea?

- I don't know. How? - With a pinch of sugar?

That's the worst joke I've ever heard!

Got any more?

The ship is too unstable for me to attach a fuel line.

- Can you hold it steady for me, Scott? - Not... really!

How do you feel about another trip outside?

I don't have much choice, do I?

Yes! Great work, Scott.

Now you'll see a valve above the couplings.

You need to turn that clockwise till it clicks.

Activating pump.

- KAYO: Everything OK, Scott? - Yeah, just enjoying the view.

The crew are in the cargo hold on the upper deck.

- But we're running out of time. - Don't worry. I'll get 'em out.

- Yeah, why would I worry? - I'm pumping fuel as fast as I can.

All the dials are red. Any more and I'll rupture the line.

I've alerted the Anderbad City's air traffic control.

There's nothing else in the sky. We have a clear run.

The fuel dump's working. We're gaining altitude.

But I don't know if we'll get high enough.

I'm recalculating your flight trajectory over the city,

based on the rate of the fuel loss.

Oh. It's going to be tight.

Tight-but-we-should-make-it tight? Or John's spacesuit tight?

I don't think I know how to answer that

question in a way that is reassuring.

Spacesuit tight. OK. Come on! Climb!

Huh!

International Rescue. Time to go. Follow me.

- You're kidding, right? - No, I'm pretty serious.

We can't jump and flip around like you just did!

- I try to work out, but come on! - He's right.

- We'll get picked up in seconds. - I have an idea.

I'll distract the claw and you make a run for it.

Be ready.

When I say run, run.

I'm nearly at capacity. I won't be able to take on much more fuel.

Take every last drop you can, Virgil. I'm only just holding this altitude.

Kayo, how's that evac going?

Working on it.

Run!

There, on the left. Where does that lead?

The top of the ship. Emergency exit.

This definitely qualifies as an emergency. Go!

Virgil! They're heading out through the emergency exit

- at the top of the ship. - FAB.

But that's it for the fuel dump. I'm out of space.

I've got eyes on the crew. Bringing them up.

I think it should be enough.

- You think, or you know? - I think I know.

Just a few more seconds, Scott. You're nearly clear.

As soon as we're over those last buildings, this ship is going down!

Kayo, you need to get out.

Afraid, I've this got. Thanks for the suggestion.

- Thunderbird Shadow is clear. - That should do it, Scott.

Got... to... be... sure...

Now, Scott! Get out!

- Yes! He made it! - Uh, you know what, Brains?

You managed to stay the right way up!

I did! Doing all those calculations

made me forget about my space sickness.

Oh no... it's back. I need something to distract me again.

Quickly. Ask me my favourite 14 asteroids.

Thank you, International Rescue. You saved our lives.

I still can't believe you took on that call.

Nice work, everyone.

We limited the damage at Anderbad City to one billboard.

And I even completed Thunderbird 5's maintenance!

Everything's running perfectly.

Sounds like you've developed a real taste for space.

Oh, once a year is quite enough, thank you.

Hey, guys.

- How was the supply run? - Routine.

But wait till you see what me and Alan picked up

- in an antique store on the way back. - Remember these?

It's the same game John used to play all the time.

You grab prizes with the claw! Who wants to go first?

- Kayo? - I'll pass.

- Me too. - Come on! Who doesn't love The Claw?

- It's all yours, boys. - What did I say?

- We should have bought some prizes. - Oh, claw machine needs prizes!

No wonder they didn't want to play.

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