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Uncle Mark, next time I have a vacation,
would you mind if we just roughed it in

a hotel with a swimming pool?

But right now I need complete seclusion
to repair my spaceship.

I had no idea it could be so disastrous.

Well, it just looks like rust to me.

Common oxidation could never affect my
ship.

It's something much more powerful and
diabolical.

Namely, smog.

Uh -oh.

There's another spot.

What's that, Buck Rogers?

Euregons? You obviously read too many
comic books as a child.

The Neutronic Eraser is a variation of
your Earth's primitive laser beam.

It disintegrates the spot and the
surrounding metal.

Of course, my ship can't fly now.

But once those weakened spots are coated
with Restorium, it will be good as new.

Restorium? I never heard of it.

Well, it hasn't been discovered here on
Earth.

Fortunately, there's a deposit nearby.

A wonderful metallic ore, Tim.

Restorium replates spaceships, restores
fragile bands to their original state,

repairs zygolots, and is a cure for the
common glock.

I don't know if we've ever managed to
live without it.

First, I must check for smog atoms.

Smog? Here?

Some places are hundreds of miles from
nowhere.

This is hundreds of miles from
everywhere.

Well, centuries ago, we on Mars
discovered there's nothing more far

than creeping smogism.

Now, I'm going to circle the area to
make sure that there's none present.

Will you put my suit away and unpack
Emily for me? Oh, sure.

Happy hunting.

Restorium?

Glockos?

Isn't he smart, Emily?

You know, I wonder what it feels like to
be a Martian.

Look, you're making some kind of a
mistake.

Put down that ray gun.

Whatever you say.

Get back there.

Don't you come near us or I'll shoot.

Is he really a Martian?

Did you say a Martian?

Oh, no, no.

No, I'm an actor.

You're a Martian, all right.

Now get back there. Get back.

Hands up.

Here, Pop.

Oh, quiet, Gerald. Can't you see?

Give me that. You don't know how to
handle a thing like this.

That was a fiendish thing for you to do.

I'm standing right here.

Gee, wait till I tell the kids back home
we captured a Martian.

Jack, think.

He's traveled millions of miles through
space.

When I tell you, I am not a, uh...

Martin! Martin!

Did you try any of your sneaky Martian
tricks?

Martians aren't sneaky.

How would you know that?

Unless you're a Martian.

He doesn't mean to harm us, Dad. I just
feel it.

Sally, you just let your old dad handle
this.

You're only a child.

Hey, Pop.

And you too, Gerald.

But there's somebody coming.

Maybe it's more Martians.

Now, you come on with me and stop
pulling back like that. I'm going to

some water. If it takes me all day to
walk all through this desert, I'll find

that water for... Well, howdy.

Howdy, I'm Death Valley Marty.

Well, howdy. Am I glad to see you.

I'm Daniel Farrell, and this is my
daughter Sally.

And that's a Martian.

You mean that there weird -looking
fellow there with the crazy long johns?

Don't get too close to him. He might be
radioactive.

Oh, well.

Well, I can check and see if he's
radioactive.

I got me a giga -towner here.

Use it for prospecting.

You go right ahead.

I'll keep him covered.

Sally, do something.

You should have let us carry some of
this. You children are too young. When

learn how to take care of things...

convincing them that you're not a
Martian is becoming increasingly

And we've got to fix my spaceship before
we can get out of here. I hope we can

get rid of these people.

I'll buy that.

I hope they will.

Well,

he's not radioactive.

Though I reckon he is a Martian, all
right.

I've never seen one out this way in the
desert.

We'd better get the police.

Are you sure that's necessary?

Seems like a... a harmless sort of
little felcon to me.

Oh, I am.

I am a friendly Martian.

No, no, now, that's the thing to do.

The only question is, who should go?

Now, let's see, I could stay here and
guard him while you go.

But then, on the other hand, I might
make better time and you stay.

I'll go.

Yes, that'd solve it.

You are tricky.

That's what you want.

What's the matter?

Oh, it's the desert wobblies.

It comes on you sudden -like sometimes.

But don't you worry your head about it.

I'm used to the agony.

Well, I can't let you go like that.

But you keep your eye on him.

Taking the young 'uns with you, ain't
you?

No, no, they're tired. They've come a
long ways today.

I can make better time by myself.

Here. He might need this.

Well, like you said, he's a pretty
tricky fella.

I've already thought of that. I got a
rope right here.

You see, children, when you come on
these camping trips, you'll learn to

with any situation.

That's the advantage of coming prepared.

Where is that rope?

He's the first man from outer space ever
to land on Earth.

We shouldn't do that.

She's right, you know. I mean, you
wouldn't.

You couldn't.

Pardon me.

You shouldn't.

Keep it covered now.

Why not?

That being the case, I reckon I better
do myself a little scouting.

See if there's any more of these here
Martian fellas hanging around.

You go with Sally and hitch up my burrow
good and tight, will you, Sonny?

Yes, sir.

This is my chance to get the restorium
before Daniel comes back with the

gendarmes.

Don't go away.

Thank you.

Always remember.

Yeah.

I'm not likely to forget it myself.

When I first saw you, standing there in
shining armor like Sir Lancelot.

Poetry? Past and present?

Isn't that sort of an odd book for a
girl who likes camping?

I just come along to please Daddy.

He had to raise us all by himself.

He likes us to stay together.

Got a favorite?

What?

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth, and breadth
and height my soul will reach.

My very favorite poem, and you know it.

But how does a Martian know it?

I saw the movie.

Hi.

Isn't Death Valley Marty back yet?

Gerald, you should hear about some of
the things on Mars.

Drag racing?

No, not exactly. You see, on Mars, we
can levitate things with our fingers. So

we have finger races.

I'm known as the fastest finger on West
Mars.

Poor hands.

Yeah.

You shouldn't do that. I don't care what
Daddy says. This is wrong.

Thank you. Hey, now you can show me how
you levitate.

Now you can get away.

Oh, well, I can't. I mean, I can't. You
can't levitate?

You can't run? No, I can't answer both
of your questions at the same time.

Hey there, I'm back.

But he's loose.

Sally, Gerald, get away from him.

But, Pop.

And you, stay right where you are.

How'd he get loose anyhow?

Well, to tell you the truth, Dad, I... I
levitated myself.

Levitated? What's that mean? Hey, Dad,
he's the fat... the finger I'm with

I don't know what you're talking about,
Gerald, but I'll tell you one thing, Mr.

Martian. You... You got back quicker
than I expected.

Well, there's an emergency phone right
at the edge of the National Park. The

police will be here any minute.

Well, I'll go watch for them.

Gerald, come back here.

Oh, I have to keep an eye on that boy
every minute.

Sally, go get him.

Now, who's keeping an eye on her?

Here, you...

to have to be a fast repair job.

But as long as the spaceship is all
right, we're all right.

Hey, Dad, look! I found the Martian
spaceship!

Let's take them all off, Gerald. I want
to get the total picture.

Daddy, please untie him.

He's used to being free among the stars.

Well, then what's he doing here?

Yeah, it's a spaceship, all right.

You know, the closest I ever got to the
stars was Hollywood.

Now, let's face it, Tim. You're no
knight in shining armor.

You shouldn't have led that girl on.
You've got to let her down easy.

Daddy, all you have to do is look in his
eyes.

I know we can trust him. Sally, listen
to your father. Children should be heard

and not seen.

Er, seen and not... Well, anyway, be
quiet and let me figure this thing out.

We've got to find out what's inside of
here.

He is going to peel your ship like a
grape.

Well, I can't get a grape in orbit.

I've got to get in there and get my
electromagnetic welder.

It's the only way I can apply the
restorium.

Well, you find anything?

No, I'm still trying to get inside of
it.

Well,

what do you know?

I must have touched something.

Open like magic.

Anything, old -timer?

No, no, just the panel with a lot of
lights on it, that's all.

You see anything dangerous? I mean, was
there any weapons?

Weapons? No.

No, no weapons, but then what would I
know?

Well, I'm going to take a look in there.

How'd that happen?

I don't know.

There's got to be a button.

Everything has a button.

We must act fast before the police
arrive.

Tim, you'll have to fly my spaceship
back home.

Me? You're kidding.

I wish I were.

But these people must see you return to
Mars.

Now, there's no danger.

I'll act as your ground control and
direct you via MTA, Mental Telepathy

Frankly, Uncle Martin, I am mild about
the Wild Blue Yonder.

But there's got to be a button.

It's necessary, Tim. But first we must
distract them.

you'll have to become their version of a
Martian. The comic book type.

Well, I'd like to.

But I'm a little tied up at the moment.

A minor detail.

Take me to your Earth, people.

for the Intergalactic Council
Subcommittee on Inferior Planets. It is

determine the present stage of
development on this planet that you call

What's that?

You think you're better than we are?

We, of the other planets, have powers
far beyond your comprehension.

foliage. Grass.

And now, the lilies of the field which
sow not, nor

do they reap.

Not to mention roses.

And to complete this magnificent
spectacle, the fruit of the vine.

Oranges.

Of course, I could have done it all with
my little finger.

back to Mars, ain't it? Yes, I must go.

But I'm afraid I shall have to report
that you Earth people are not developed

sufficiently enough to belong to the UG.

That's the United Galaxies.

So, farewell.

Don't go.

Mrs. Sally, what are you saying?

Daddy, you don't understand.

I'm not a child anymore.

You're the only one who doesn't treat me
that way.

Please don't go.

Sally, you're a nice girl, but I didn't
mean...

I could not want a

finer companion.

Why, to walk this earthbound pace.

But duties, deeds, diversions decree.

I must another high road race.

Now what do I do?

Push button 6M and stand by for
instructions.

You sure this will work?

I realize it's like allowing a five
-year -old to pilot the X -15, but I

choice. Push that button.

The police will never be able to catch
him up there.

No, they won't.

We'll call the Air Force.

But Pop, they'll shoot him down.

Well, we can't let him go. He's a menace
to all of us. He can do anything he

wants with those powers he's got.

All he's got to do is point that finger
of his and it's pow, goodbye Charlie.

Didn't, uh... Huh?

Didn't pow.

Why, he was showing us how to grow grass
on this here desert.

That don't seem so terrible.

And the roses, what's wrong about them?

How come you want to shoot him, Pop?

He didn't do anything to us.

Well, he... He... Seems to me you're the
dangerous one.

Always wanting to shoot me.

You kept pointing that gun at him. You
tied him up and now you want the Air

Force to shoot him down.

Well, but I... But he... But... Hello?

I got a call from the state police.

Are you the people who reported seeing a
Martian?

Martian? What Martian?

I didn't see no Martian.

Well, I... He...

Oh, who'd report a silly thing like
that?

Probably just someone's idea of a joke.

Are you people camping up in the
national park?

Yeah.

Yeah, and it's late.

We better go.

Let me show you the way.

We're too young, Gerald.

When you know how to take care of...
Why, yeah,

sure, Gerald, of course, if you think
you can.

Sure.

Kids have got to learn to think for
themselves, I always say.

You know, Mr. Farrell, maybe Earth will
get into that United Galaxies outfit

yet.

Can you handle that all right, son?
Sure, Pop, nothing to it. Yeah, my boy's

growing up, huh?

Yeah, getting strong, too.

You all set, son?

Yeah. All right.

Let's go, son. Goodbye, Marty. Goodbye,
Emily.

You

see,

Emily, people don't need to be stubborn
as mules.

No offense meant.

Tim is not... Great Saturn's rings.

Tim.

Don't panic, Tim. I'll get you down,
Tim.

worry, Tim. I'll tell you what to do.
Well, if it involves anything more than

screaming for help, we're in big
trouble.

You will note a lever directly in front
of you.

Push it forward.

Slowly.

I said slowly.

Now reverse it.

Hey!

Hey, I did it. Of course. Now try it
again and...

Slowly.

Ah!

Well, Uncle Martin, look.

Don't you worry about a thing, because I
guess there are just some of us who can

fly a crate by the seat of our pants.

You obviously need more sensitive pants.

Now, pay attention.

You're directly above our driveway.

All you have to do is flip the red
switch, and you will descend

Let's face it, Uncle Martin, this just
isn't my day.