All language subtitles for Lost in Space s02e19 Mutiny In Space

Last week, as you recall, we left Will
and the robot working with Dr. Smith on

his rainmaking device, unaware that they
were soon to be shanghaied on an

incredible voyage through outer space.

Ready on the left.

Ready on the right.

Ready on the firing line.

Oh, no. I think it's headed for the
Jupiter.

Ridiculous. Will Robinson is correct.
Your calculations are snafu, Dr. Smith.

Oh, dear.

Go ahead and hit the ship.

Everybody, hide or run.

Well,

it missed the ship, but I don't know
how.

A little bit of luck.

Smells as though someone just blew out
10 ,000 candles.

I think it smells like the Fourth of
July.

Well, if you ask me, it smells like
Smith.

We'd better start repairing this.

Come on, Penny, we'll get the toolkit.

Okay.

You know, until we make a new set of
instruments, we're going to have to rely

our senses to tell what kind of
weather's blowing on the wind.

There's a piece of the casing that
contained the charge.

Nitrochloric acid.

Phosphorus. And nitroglycerin.

Well, aren't those some of the chemicals
that we have in our lab?

Had, Maureen.

Will!

Did anything happen?

Oh, I see that it did.

Well, that's the end of Dr. Smith's rain
-making experiment.

And the end of Dr. Smith.

Where is he?

Back there. He asked me to come here and
ask you if it was raining before he

came. Well, as you can see, it has been
raining.

It's been raining flack.

It's a miracle none of us were hit, or
the ship.

Now, you go back and tell Dr. Smith that
I want to see him right now.

Yes, sir, but I don't think he'll come.

All right, then.

He can stay out there till it really
rains, and then some.

Oh, then I will.

Don't worry about Dr.

Smith. Oh, I failed to drop that time.

It's wet.

Experiment concluded and successful.

The wetness on the palm of your hand,
Dr. Smith, is cold sweat, usually

by fear.

Indeed, and what have I to fear, you
nattering ninny? Do you wish me to draw

a diagram? As a little old rainmaker,
Dr. Smith, you have a lot to learn.

Spare me your people attempts at humor.

Where is that boy?

Why hasn't he come?

The reason is obvious. The best laid
plans of Mice and Smith.

Gang at the Glay.

You are in hot water, Dr. Smith.

Up to your neck.

I may be trying to convince the heavens
to release a bit of rain.

Surely they'll understand that. Do you
want to bet?

Certainly not.

Betting is vulgar.

What's that?

I just saw a shadow on those rocks.

Will? Will, my dear boy, is that you?

No!

Some poor unfortunate obviously made an
involuntary landing, wouldn't you say?

Affirmative.

On this, though, what extraordinary
creatures.

Poor devil.

Stuck into space when the hull split
apart, probably.

A reasonable deduction, but not entirely
true.

Is it possible it could be made to fly?

Possible, but highly improbable. You are
planning a getaway, Dr. Smith?

We shall see. Yes, indeed, we shall.

As for you, sir, mind your manners if
you intend to keep your friends.

This will bear a little looking into, I
think.

Hold your tongue and come along.

Fugitives are castaways by the look of
them.

Planning a getaway, are you?

Well, Admiral Zark is not a villus to
helping those who can help him.

If I can make mariners out on them...

You haven't seen the last of Admiral
Thark, Mr. Kidnow.

Not by a long shot.

Oh, someone say something to me.

Even a friendly smile would be enough.

Judy.

Oh, sadness. Oh, sorrow. We were such
good chums.

Major, I give you permission to talk to
me as harshly as you like.

Insult me, please, Major.

Oh, dear, not even a single venomous
word.

In that case, I have no choice but to
remove myself at the earliest possible

moment from this torment of ostracism.

By a fortunate happenstance, I have
discovered a vehicle which, with a few

repairs, will take me into a silence
that is far, far better than the silence

Prince.

I shall take with me only those few
necessaries which will enable me to

until my untimely end. With your
permission, I should like to borrow a

kit.

Yes, dear girl.

Adieu.

Adieu.

Adieu.

I don't know. He may

really mean it.

Especially if he's found the vehicle.

Oh, I think he was just saying that to
make us feel sorry for him.

As a matter of fact, I did feel sorry
for him.

I don't feel a bit sorry for him.

Oh, poor Dr. Smith.

Poor Dr. Smith.

Oh, poor Dr.

Smith. Say, why don't we throw him a
party just to show him how happy we are

that he blew up our weather station?

Now, look, I don't care whether he's
telling the truth or not about finding

vehicle. And one thing's certain, he's
incapable of repairing it.

So whatever scheme he's got up his
sleeve to get off the hook, just

this. Until further notice, Dr. Smith is
off limits.

My sentiments exactly.

What are you trying to do, ruin
everything, you lame brain lump?

I wish to correct your omissions, Dr.
Smith.

Without proper caulking, adequate
pressure within the ship cannot be

You could not survive in the vacuum of
space.

Simple, Simon, don't you realize?

that this pitiful rattletrap of a
vehicle will convince the Robinsons that

will be responsible for my death if they
let me go?

As humanitarians, they will at once
regret the cruel and unusual punishment

they've bestowed upon me and restore me
at once to my rightful place in their

midst.

Oh, dear, now I really must rest my back
as extremely delicate.

You, sir, will come along and give me
adequate warning when the Robinsons'

curiosity induces them to come and see
me at work.

There.

Oh, dear.

What

a

foul weaver of cowardly conspiracy that
fellow is.

He and Kidno are two of a kind.

Schemes, rascals.

If I didn't need his help, I'd have him
flogged for this.

Scamping his work like a galley
scallion.

Oh, well.

Hardly fitting words for an admiral.

But needs must when the devil drives.

Warning! Warning!

Danger! Warning!

Danger! Warning!

Warning!

Will you stop the platter, you bubble
-headed booby?

A person is approaching.

That's better.

What kind of a person?

Except for the diminutive part, sounds
exactly like me.

Well, I suppose we'd best get back to
the alien ship.

Is he coming this way?

He will be here directly.

Good. It will give me a chance to
convince him.

What you are doing is not honest, Dr.
Smith.

Spare me the accurate appraisal,
Dunderhead.

There really is a spaceship.

Looks like it's a pretty good one, too.

In a manner of speaking.

You are correct, Will Robinson.

Have you no greeting for me, dear boy?

Well, tell Dr. Smith I'm sorry, but he's
still off limits.

That is, he's ostr... Ostr...
Ostracized.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, tell Dr. Smith not to worry,
because I don't think that the silent

treatment will last too long.

But I have my pride, you know. I cannot
allow myself to be treated like a

pariah. I made the only choice that was
open to me. Did you hear that, Will

Robinson? Uh -huh.

Then I do not have to repeat that
either.

I see you've been working on a
spaceship.

Tell Dr. Smith you did a real good
caulking job on the hatch.

Thank the young man.

Thank you.

The hatch?

Who is responsible for this?

Do not look at me.

Tell Dr. Smith that I'm sorry that he
has to go. But I understand how he feels

about being off limits and everything.

And tell him that if I can help in any
way... Oh, he can. He really can. I

like a spare astral compass and some
food. A few pressure patches and some

food. A little fuel and whatever small
delicacies in the way of food that he

spare.

Tell Dr. Smith I'll do the best I can,
and then I'll see him later.

Thanks, young man.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

They'll never let me go once he tells
them how ill -prepared I am for such a

fight. And don't you dare to ask me if I
want a bet on that.

No one would take a bet on such
skullduggery, Dr. Smith.

Silence, you presumptuous pigwit.

I agree with you, laddie.

An excellent caulking job.

Admiral Zark's hand has not lost its
cunning.

Or his spirit, its determination.

Cast me adrift to perishing space, would
you, Mr. Kidner? Oh, well, you're

wrong. You're wrong, you mutinous dog.

Dr. Smith?

Boy, come along.

Don't dawdle in the companionway.

There's work to be done.

Come along, boy. Come along.

Man to help.

Man to help.

Quartermaster Pro Tem Boy, your duty is
to obey orders, not ask questions.

Sir, I just want to know where we're
going, because wherever it is, I don't

to go. I live here with my family, and
you have no right to drag me aboard.

Sir, boy, sir!

When you address an admiral of the
Imperial Cassiopeian Fleet, I'll relay a

signal to your grandfather, informing
him that you are now under the

of Admiral Zark.

You'll be well taken care of, boy.

If you mean Dr.

Smith, he's not my grandfather, and I
don't want any...

taking care of me except my own family,
sir.

Listen, boy, he who ships with Admiral
Zark ships to glory.

Your family will be proud of you.

They'd rather have me with them.

By order of Admiral Zark, for the good
of the fleet, for the honor of your

family, you are now articled as a
volunteer.

Attend to your health, mister.

Stand by.

Blast off.

Nothing makes a man more proud in his
profession than a splendid liftoff.

You'll get your space legs in just a few
moments, Larry.

Ah, there's Cepheus on the starboard
row. Here, take a look.

Good old Cepheus.

Send a flare of friendship out to him.

I think we're still on the ground, sir.
Are you presuming to question my

navigation on my bridge, quartermaster?

The chronometer seems to have suffered,
too.

Ah, there she goes.

Nell Desperandum.

It'll all be repaired, lad, after I've
dined.

Attend to table, boy.

Aye, aye, sir.

Did it again.

Excellent work.

Done to a turn.

Had some experience in the galley, have
you?

That roast was cooked by my mother, sir.
It wasn't really intended for you. It

was meant for Dr.

Smith. Bah!

Do you happen to know where he is, sir?

Carousing! In some infamous grog shop,
no doubt.

More wine!

Ah, boy.

We'll attend to the damage presently.

Duty can wait on an excellent repast,
eh?

Oh, duty.

It's a word that's why Mr. Kidno seems
to have forgotten.

But I'll make him remember it. That I
will.

There'll be no quarter for Mr. Kidno
when I catch up with him. And

when he learns what punishment I've
devised, his eyes... will start from

sockets in mortal terror.

Mr. Kibno!

Take that!

And that!

And that!

That! And that!

Who said that?

Yes, I put him to bed and told him to
save his wild stories for the morning.

Let's see now.

An alien spaceship, a rough, tough
admiral who shanghies children, a Dr.

who can't be found, let alone a robot.

It's wild enough to be believable.

Say, where did Will say he found that
ship?

Over in the Rock Canyon area, I believe.

Well, we could see the rocks with a
scope, but, uh, well, anything below

no. Something tells me you're planning
to investigate.

Well, only to find out how much truth
there is to the Dr. Smith story about

finding a ship. Well, certainly not
Will's about an admiral.

Aren't you even curious about Will's
story, Dad? No, just... fascinated by

boy's fantastic imagination.

Admiral Zark of the Imperial Cassiopeian
Navy.

Wow. Do we go out there in the morning?

Yeah, I guess so.

What'd you find?

A burned -out propulsion unit.

At least I guess that's what it was. And
a slew of other instruments that could

be in working order or not. I'm not
familiar with half of them.

Lower deck looks like it could have been
crew's quarters.

Not Admiral's quarters?

No evidence that it was even used by a
midshipman.

But it is an alien ship, all right.

So at least that part of Smith's story,
as well as Will's, is correct.

Well, I guess you owe Will an apology
for that part.

But what do you owe Smith, if he could
find him?

No, I'm still working on that one.

Well, there's no hurry. This ship isn't
going anywhere.

Nor is Smith.

You know, John, it might be kind of
interesting if we could pretend that he

What do you mean?

Well, just suppose that...

Are you going to lie on the sack all
day? It is well past breakfast time.

Did you say breakfast time?

I said it was well past breakfast time.

Oh.

That hard bed leaves a great deal to be
desired.

My back is a disaster area.

Do you suppose Will has arrived with the
supplies I ordered?

If you mean food, you should say food.

Hold your tongue, silly goose.

Food is essential to sustain the inner
man.

Nobody seems to understand that but me.

Ah, the dear boy kept his word. Now,
what have we here?

It is not one of the extras you ordered,
Dr. Smith.

However, it is an extra propulsion unit
from the Jupiter II surplus.

The compliments of the Jupiter II, bon
voyage.

It is one of Will's jokes.

Negative. The handwriting indicates that
the message came from Major West.

What do you find so funny, you hardware
hyena? Major West is calling your bluff,

Dr. Smith. He believed you meant it. I
think that is very funny.

Silence, you sniggering cinderbox!

Mr.

Spindle -X, what have you done with that
lad?

If you mean Will Robinson, General...
General!

I'm an admiral of the imperial fleet,
you bumbling ignoramus.

Where is he?

Well, you see, your worship, my metallic
friend will explain all.

Begging the admiral's pardon, sir, but
if my senses serve me correctly, Will

Robinson is now safe and sound in the
bosom of his family.

Most regrettable. I could have made a
man out of him instead of a mollycoddle,

drowned with mother love.

You seem to have shown some
resourcefulness this morning, Mr.

Spindlelegs. This power unit will serve
my purpose admirably.

You may take it aboard.

But I had nothing to do with it, sir.

Modesty ill becomes a man of your
staggering vanity, Mr.

Spindlelegs. Take it aboard. We shall
cast off the moment it's installed.

We, sir?

You seem to be afflicted by some
unwarranted fears for your safety.

Am I to understand that you would prefer
not to sail with Admiral Duck?

I would prefer not to sail with anyone,
sir.

Indeed. It seems to me I distinctly
remember you're telling the lad that you

intended to sail in my ship.

Now, hoist the engine aboard, sir, and
don't try my patience any further.

Yes, your worship.

Yes, indeed, your worship.

Well, you heard what he paid.

Hoist to the board.

He said for you to hoist to the board,
Dr. Smith.

You know very well that my condition
does not warrant such manual labor.

That does not compute.

Compute my foot? You down there!

Didn't you hear what I said?

Hoist to the board! Yes, Your Worship.
Aye, aye, sir.

Hi,

Admiral. Have you seen Dr. Smith this
morning? Good morning, boy.

Climb the rigging. I just want to know
if you've seen Dr. Smith this morning.

Didn't you hear what I said, boy?

Climb the rigging.

And now we are ready for takeoff, Mr.

Kidnow!

I'm on my way!

You'll rue the day you ever cross me,
Mr.

Kidnow!

taking off.

Yes, we're looking at it right here.

I can't understand it. Dr. Smith
couldn't have gotten that propulsion

work. Will said that propulsion unit was
all Admiral Thark needed.

Where's Will now?

Well, he was afraid the Admiral would
Shanghai Dr. Smith, so he went out there

to warn them.

You've just got to take us back, sir.

You could drop us off and then go
wherever you wanted to.

There, there, laddie. Just a momentary
pang of homesickness, that's all it is.

Quite understandable.

You're a plucky one returning here.

But I shall expect you to write to your
mother at least once a week while we're

away. Couldn't resist the great
adventure with Admiral Zark, could you

Fess up, ladders! Space is in your blood
as it is in mine.

I just came back to get Dr. Smith.

Of course, of course.

Quartermaster!

Aye, aye, sir.

We shall bear on juvenile Ganubi,
Quartermaster.

Zubin el -Ghanoubi it is.

Otherwise known as the southern claw of
a scorpion.

Knowledgeable little rascal, aren't you?

Go below!

Aye, aye, sir.

Take the wheel, lad.

Go on, take the wheel. It won't bite
you.

That's a good lad.

It's good to have somebody sturdy and
dependable by my side.

Where are we? I think that's Zubinil
Ganubi to the starboard bowser.

Ah, so it is.

Harder port to Neoplasidas.

Harder port, lad!

Ah, that's a good lad, Midshipman
Robinson.

Midshipman? Admiral Zark is sufficiently
impressed with your abilities, me lad,

to reward them as they deserve.

Sail with Zark, and you'll be first mate
in a year or two.

We'll run a splendid ship together, you
and I, midshipman. The pride of the

fleet when we sail into our home port
with Mr.

Kidnow's head hanging from the highest
yard arm.

However,

never make the mistake of assuming that
my liking for you will excuse a

dereliction of duty, midshipman.

Discipline will always come first with
me, as it always has.

My father's like that when we're in
space.

No one is like Admiral Zok, Mitchell.

Maybe the ship's logged.

Could give us a clue to their
whereabouts if I could decode it.

Let's get back to the ship.

It's your watch, robot.

When there is work to be done to be
done, a sailor's lot is not a happy one.

Oh, big arm.

Oh, William.

He had me swabbing decks, scrubbing
bulkheads, polishing brass.

All ignominious tasks for a man of my
quality.

I would not be in this predicament if
your family hadn't sent me to company.

None of us would be in this predicament
if you hadn't made threats you weren't

going to keep, Dr. Smith.

Be that as it may, we must find some way
of making him take you back to your

sorrowing family, William, regardless of
what may happen to me.

Well, I tried to talk to him, but he's
got his mind fixed on just one

destination, and he knows enough about
navigation to get us there.

Do you suppose he knows enough about
navigation to get us back to Earth,

William? I guess so, but I don't think
it would fit in with his plans.

One can but try.

And now I must make myself presentable
before I speak to him.

Ah, yes.

What have we here?

I think it might just do the trick.

Now come along.

I was seized and cast adrift in a leaky
space cutter by order of my thieving dog

of a mate, Mr.

Kidnow. But I have outwitted him. Though
he be a hundred light years away, I

will never give up the pursuit. With the
crew which I have assembled on this

uncharted planet, the chase is on. Death
to all mutineers.

Well, at least we know why he came here
and what he's doing. Yeah.

A ragtag and a bobtail crew and a leaky
space cutter. And with our propulsion

unit. Say, that unit... That unit had
magnetic drive, didn't it? Yeah.

Meaning it could run forever on a
minimum of fuel.

Yeah, I know, but... But what, John?

Listen, let me get this more clear in my
mind, and I'll tell you all about it.

John, I'm going to need a lot of help.

I don't know who I need more, Smith or
myself.

Top of the evening to you, sir.
Everything below is scrubbed and ship

sir.

Mr. Kidlow!

Mr.

Kidlow!

You mutinous dog!

What have you done with my ship?

Answer me before I plunge my cactus into
your gizzard!

Oh, sir.

Dear sir, my name is Smith, Dr. Zachary
Smith. I was pre -ganged, remember?

Ah!

Mr. Spindlelegs.

What are you doing on my bridge?

I came up to help, sir. I can be of
great assistance to you, sir.

Assistance?

Why, you clumsy swab!

Your very presence on board this ship is
an insult to Navy tradition!

But I'm an old space hand, Admiral.
Indeed, I am. I've sailed many a craft

this deep. I've sailed four -stackers,
twin -riggers, pancakers. You name them,

Admiral, I've sailed them all. And now,
of course, you'd like to see my papers,

wouldn't you? Well, I have them right
here.

Or possibly here.

Oh, dear.

Ah, yes, I remember. I left them in my
old spaceship back on Earth. Perhaps we

could make a brief stop there until I
join you officially, if you would be

enough to appoint me quartermaster.

You have a glib tongue, Mr.

Spindlelegs. I am sincere, sir.

Lock on Thornax, quartermaster!

Begging your pardon, sir,

presuming to navigate my ship,
Quartermaster!

Lock on Funtax immediately!

Lock on Funtax it is, sir. A shortcut to
Earth, sir? A shortcut to Mr. Kidno,

you slimy -tongued cuttlefish.

And when I catch up with him, him
mutinous dog, and his pack of filthy

scavengers, there'll be no vengeance in
all thy youth!

to match mine.

How do you will, sir? Not recently.

I'll dance a hornpipe to the rhythm of
their cries, Mr.

Spindlelegs.

Have you danced today, Mr.

Spindlelegs? Dance, sir?

Yes, dance, blastier. It's a standing
order for my crew.

Clear as the...

Stimulate the...

Opportunity to test our metal is close
at hand.

Whatever it was he said.

What are the orders, sir? We shall drive
through.

up here? All to my course, Midshipman.
Are you assuming that I don't know what

I'm about?

Well, not exactly, sir, but...
Midshipman Robinson!

Your standing in the roster of the
officer class is something below that of

lowliest apprentice in the focus hall.

We are driving through, Midshipman.

You lost your voice, quartermaster?

My computers are awfully dry, sir.

There'll be a good deal drier before
this day's done.

As soon as we've found the guns, I'll
engage him in amusing conversation while

you thrust a gun into the small of his
back. At which point... I don't know,

Smith.

What's all this confounded mattering?

Speak up, sir!

I was just telling the midshipman how
much I admire your superb navigation,

Blather and... Bilgewater, Mr.

Spindlelegs. Go below and holy stone the
deck. I want it scrubbed until it

gleams. At a terrible time like this,
sir? I should be a poor master if I

allowed a mere solar fire to interrupt
my ship discipline.

Go below, Mr.

Spindlelegs. That is an odd...

You may set the table for the captain's
mess.

May I, sir?

There's no question about it, my dear
old friend. We must take action.

I am familiar with the expression.

but not with its significance in this
instance.

We're going to seize command of the
ship. It will be your duty to stand

over the Admiral while Will and I take
over the controls, understood?

Negative. I am not programmed for
mutiny.

You prefer to be reduced to a heap of
molten tin? Are you nervous, Ninny?

I am not nervous.

You are. I have complete faith in the
Admiral's navigational skill.

Besides, I am the quartermaster.

So that's how it is, you sober, greedy
fellout. Very well. Will and I will have

to go. it alone. Go away and holy stone
the deck, Mr.

Spindlelegs.

Watermasters do not talk to ordinary
swabbies.

Swabbies indeed.

I'll pay you back for this, you dutiful
scrappy.

I think we're ready to give it a whirl.

Well, not until you tell me what you're
going to do, I hope.

Well, the propulsion unit on Zark's
cutter is powered by magnetic drive.

So is this.

I think.

Well, when reverse or negative power is
applied, it'll attract any vehicle

powered by positive magnetic drive.

Including Zack's cutter?

That's the one we're interested in.

Ready?

Power on.

Maureen, get on the scope and point
anything you see.

Girl,

turn on the radar power unit.

Ready for beam.

Well, short rations are nothing new to
me, boy.

A man has the will to survive.

When the will to live is uppermost in
his mind, that's more important than

thirst or hunger.

Mr.

Kedner, oh!

Didn't think of that!

Sir, I don't mean to be disrespectful or
anything.

And I know how you feel about manners,
but not everybody feels the same way you

do. Explain yourself, boy.

thinks that you're running him into
danger, they get ideas.

Ideas? If you could just change our
course so we could go around the solar

Abast, there but. Oh, our bearing is
Fontax, solar fire or no solar fire.

Fontax, boy, is Mr. Kidno's wretched
hiding place. And it's there that I'm

to surprise that mutinous hound. And I
expect my crew to be loyal to the end.

To the end.

Ah, boy, be of good cheer. I've
undertaken to protect you, and protect

will.

We shall find some goat cheese in the
pantry locker, boy.

Here we go.

Ah, drat.

There's nothing in the locker but
cobwebs, sir.

Cobwebs?

Where is my goat cheese, boy?

I don't think there's been any goat
cheese in that locker for years, sir.

Silence, you impertinent pup.

Mr. Kidno.

Mr.

Kidno.

Mr. Kidno's on fond tax, remember?

Don't make it necessary for me.

to come to you, Mr.

Kidnow!

All right!

I warned you!

Midshipman!

Mr.

Kidnow!

Stand to attention, Mr. Kidnow!

My pantry locker, Mr. Kidnow, is empty.
My name is Mr., although I do answer to

spindle legs under duress.

It's too late to attempt the use of an
alias, Mr. Kidno.

Now, Mr.

Kidno. Who stole my goat cheese?

Surely you don't think it was I?

Think, Mr. Kidno.

Why, you pilfering scoundrel. I know.

You've been at my goat cheese.

My emergency rations.

Alas, just leaving Hyde.

I'm charging you with grand theft in
space.

Oh, no, sir. Put him in irons,
midshipman, and throw him in the box.

Dr. Smith's not Mr. Kidno. Miss Chipman,
do your duty, or I'll throw you

overboard and let you hang in space
until you burst your seams.

Yes, Miss Chipman, do your duty. You'll
find a gun in the gun locker.

The young man really has very little
experience in car duty, and I don't mind

all his learning on me.

Go ahead, my boy, get the gun.

He's really a very charming young man,
don't you think so, Admiral? A charming

young man. I don't really want to hear
that.

Admiral! You're under arrest. We are
feeding your ship. Point the gun at him,

will you? Did I hear you right, Mr.

Spindlelegs? Did I hear you say that I,
Admiral Stark, was under arrest?

You haven't come with me before I answer
that.

closer, John.

Let me know the minute I change his
course.

All right, dear.

Increase the power. Two point.

Roger.

It worked.

Reverse the course.

We need more power!

We're in full power now, sir.

However, our course is now 180 degrees
off.

Put the gun in the small of his neck.

I don't know, Dr. Smith.

He's got enough problems of his own.

And besides, I thought you were going to
engage him in amusing conversation

before I did anything like that.

That's out of the question, now that
I've told him the intent to seize

of his ship.

Well, in that case, maybe you'd better
handle the gun.

What's me a placidus doing out there,
Quartermaster?

Begging your pardon, sir, but we are
going back the way we came.

Subinil Janubi coming up on the port
bow, sir.

Take some. Thank you, William. I think
we'd better forget this whole thing, Dr.

Smith. And have him toss me out in the
lake for mutiny.

Unidentified planet dead ahead, sir.

Aye, quartermaster.

Ah, Mr. Spindleleg.

The hand of fate seems to be smiling
upon us. I believe that we have caught

with Mr. Kidno and his pack of mutinous
counterals.

Ah, I see you're already armed for a
fray. It's strange how you remind me of

Kidno.

I could have sworn that I heard you use
the very same words to the effect that

you are taking over command of my ship.

Aye, sir.

Oh, no, sir.

Half speed ahead, quartermaster. Stand
by to orbit. Half speed ahead. Stand by

to orbit, sir.

You down there! I have you clear in my
sight, you mutinous dog!

Mr. Kidnow!

Show yourself!

Show yourself, you stifling scoundrel!

or I'll blow you and your murderous gang
to kingdom come!

You hear me?

Get the force field going.

Force field on.

Defy me, will you? You mutinous swine.

Man the missile gun, Midshipman
Robinson.

Ready? Aim!

Please, Admiral, listen to me. That's my
family down there. Take another look.

Are you suggesting that I don't know
Kidmo and his gang when I see the

Midshipman? Yes, sir, I am. You could be
wrong. Why, you thought... Dr. Smith

was Mr. Kidno for a while. Yes, you did.

You may fire when ready, midshipman.

I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not going to.
Why, you insolent pup.

I'll take off the wheel, robot. Fire.

Now, we shall fire the gun.

Ready?

Fire.

Steady as you go.

Ready?

Fire.

Ready, I say.

if Admiral Zark has changed his mind
about blowing us all to kingdom come.

He'd better take us alive.

Are we going to wait for him to come to
us?

No, I think it's better that Don and I
go to him.

Be careful, John.

All right.

Will!

Hi, Dad.

Are you all right?

Sure, I guess so. I should get excellent
care of him for later.

Offend? I'd say he took excellent care
of you.

Say, what happened? Well, when Admiral
Zark realized that you weren't Mr.

he didn't want to stay. He was in a real
big hurry to catch him.

I guess so.

Though he be a hundred light years away,
I will never give up the pursuit.

I sure would like to have met him. What
would you like? Mr.

Kidno!

Who stole my goat cheese?

Blast your thieving hide!

Mr. Kidno!

Steady as she goes, quartermaster!

Okay, okay, I get the picture.

Oh, but you're bubbled.

All right, young Thespians, we all have
our part. Now let us rehearse.

Places, please, assume your positions.

Lovely. You may begin, Penny.

I am Freya. I love... Don't mumble,
dear. Recite the lines trippingly on the

tongue. And don't slouch to your head
and chest proud, remember.

Your eye on the balcony railing gives a
natural poise to the head.

Oh, dear. Start again.

Yes, Dr. Smith.

I am Freya. I love all things of beauty.

Music, spring, flowers.

I love the clouds in the sky, the birds
on high, the silver fishes below, under

the ground all the worms that glow.

Death is less prude.

I love...

Why do I have to be Freya, Dr. Smith?
I've only got four lines. Why can't I be

Norse God Odin? For the simple reason
that Odin was a man.

Yeah, I'm going to be Odin. You will
play the part that I've assigned to you,

William. Odin, the mythological god of
Valhalla, was most glorious, most great.

Naturally, it follows that I should play
that part.

Naturally. All these lovely long
speeches.

I shall be magnificent.

Of course. You've written them all for
yourself.

Let's not quibble, my dear. The play's
the thing. Play's the thing.

That looks like a cosmic storm.

Of course it's a storm. I wrote it into
the third act.

We're not playing at me now, Dr. Smith.
That's a real storm.

What?

Dr. Smith?

Maybe you're just trying to prove that
you're all wet.

Oh, but indeed, young Upshark.

I'll have you know I'm a masquerade or
any of the other mythological gods.

No, no, I really didn't mean that. Let's
not be hasty up there.

If I've said anything to offend anyone,
I'm sorry.

You must understand that this is only
play -acting of the most harmless sort.

Oh, good heavens!

Giant hands!

They're coming for me!