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previously on Family Matters.

Steve, I have very exciting news. The International Space Program has chosen

to be the first student in space.

You mean you like the Urkel AGF 5000?

The Urkel AGF 5000?

Yeah, AGF stands for Artificial Gravity Field.

You see, I've worked up some equations that in theory should produce gravity in

a weightless environment.

Yeah, let's go.

What's the matter, Houston?

Well, the AGF -5000 has, uh, drawn a satellite off course.

Where's it headed?

Right at you.

Is there anything I can do, fellas? Yeah, turn off that stupid machine.

Oh, now it's stupid.

I've got green on airlocks and hatches.

Explorer is locked down and prepared for impact.

Five, four, three, two...

This

is control.

This is Explorer.

Do you read?

Explorer, this is Mission Control.

Explorer, come in, please.

The hull has been breached.

Here, I'll try to check it out. And I'll try to stabilize it.

And I'll just be right here and sweat.

Explorer, come in, please.

Explorer, this is Mission Control.

Please respond.

Explorer,

this is Mission Control.

Do you read?

Explorer, come in, please.

Where are Mitch and Alan?

Well, they love noggins. They explore it and put it out of control, and I'm

about to blow chunks.

All right, Steve.

You're going to have to stabilize the ship.

Me?

Well, here's a crazy thought. Why don't we wait until the guys who know what

they're doing wake up?

Negative, negative. We don't correct your orbit immediately.

You're going to fall into the Earth's atmosphere, and you'll... Oh,

you'll... You'll become a crispy critter.

Tell me what to do.

Okay, Steve, reprogramming the guidance computer is a little bit complicated.

But don't worry. We'll walk you through the stabilization procedure step by

step.

How many steps are there?

3 ,672.

the orbital maneuvering system engines? Length of birth?

3 .62 seconds.

Roger that.

On my mark.

Mark.

Mark.

Congratulations, Steve.

Course correction completed.

And so the world continues to wait.

We know that a communications satellite has collided with Explorer, but thus far

mission control has not released any details as to the condition of the

astronauts or their spacecraft.

In other news today, the president enjoyed a private performance by Gordon,

tap -dancing pig.

Honey, can I fix you some lunch? I'm not hungry.

Oh, now, sweetheart, you have to eat.

Mom, why won't they tell us anything? I just want to know if Steve's okay.

Well, I'm sure he's fine. We just have to... We just have to what? Go crazy?

Mom, I just want to know what's happening.

I'm going to go call Mission Control. Oh,

Carl, I am so glad you're home.

Harriet, we need to talk.

I know. Have you been listening? Listen to the news. Yes, I heard about the

Explorer getting hit by that satellite, and I'm very worried about Steve. Oh, so

am I. Harriet, we need to talk about Eddie.

You know, yesterday he was very upset about being yanked off his beat and

reassigned to parking enforcement.

So I talked to Commissioner Geis about it.

You did?

And imagine my surprise, not to mention embarrassment.

When I found out the reason Eddie was reassigned was because you requested it.

I was worried about Eddie, and I wanted him to be safe.

Oh, Harriet, you interfered in his career.

I made sure he wouldn't get hurt. You embarrassed him. I protected him. What

did, Harriet, was wrong.

And so I asked Commissioner Geist to fix it.

How? Well, first thing Monday morning, Eddie will be walking his beat.

If that happens, Carl...

You're going to be walking, too.

Where? From our bed to this couch.

We're losing air pressure.

It's a slow leak, but it'll have to be repaired.

Yeah, the satellite's antenna punctured the hull. I figure we can break it off

and patch it from the inside.

Yes, but we can't re -enter the Earth's atmosphere with a satellite sitting on

our back.

That's true. I guess one of us is going to have to go EVA and get rid of it. A

space fuck?

That's right.

Holy mackinoli.

Control, do you copy?

Roger, Explorer. We've been monitoring your conversation and we concur.

Who will perform the satellite extraction procedure?

Well, Alan... has a broken arm, so I guess it's me.

Negative, Colonel.

With the automatic stabilizers inoperative, you're needed at the

Then that means... That's right, Mitch.

You're going to have to send out the nerd.

Gotcha.

Hold

it.

Wait. Don't break that picket.

I'm sorry, ma 'am. I've already started, so I have to finish.

Why can't your meter maids ever give a person a break, huh?

First of all, I'm not a meter maid.

I'm a parking enforcement officer.

And second of all...

Don't move.

Ow, ow.

Easy, Mom.

Oh, does it hurt that much, honey?

Yeah. Well, it would have hurt a lot worse if you weren't wearing this.

Amen to that.

You know, this baby saved my life.

And my son's life as well.

I'm going to award this a medal.

But no time off.

Mom, I need to talk to you about something.

Well, I hope it's about changing careers.

Actually, it's about changing assignments.

Oh, now, Eddie, no.

Mom, look.

Dad told me how worried you were about me, so I guess I can understand why you

interfered in my career.

I didn't interfere.

Yes, you did, Harriet. You interfered.

That's a mother's right, Carl. If I think my child is in danger, I'm going

something about it. Harriet, your child is a man now, and he can make his own

decisions.

Uh, excuse me.

Um, can I please finish saying what I was going to say?

Look, Mom.

What happened to me today proves that no assignment is completely safe.

I mean, just stepping outside that door is taking a risk. I know that.

When I decided to be a cop, I made a commitment to protect

people.

And I got good training from smart, experienced instructors.

And they gave me all the right equipment.

So? So I want to do my job.

I'm the one who asked Dad to see if he could switch me back to walking my beat.

Mom, I have everything I need to be a good cop.

Except for one thing.

What's that?

Your support.

You be careful, Eddie Winslow.

I will, Mama.

I love you. I love you.

Carl.

You were right.

I shouldn't have interfered.

I understand.

Mom, Dad, there's a problem on the Explorer. Steve's going to walk in

Oh, good Lord. What are those people thinking?

No one, least of all young Stephen Urkel, expected his artificial gravity

to cause such disaster.

Yo, I expected it.

Now this brave young man must attempt a dangerous walk in space to try to

dislodge the communications satellite that has smashed into Explorer.

I'll get it.

Myra? Hello, Eddie.

Can you believe what's happening? My little doodle bug floating out in space

by his lonesome.

Doodle bug?

Can I watch the news with you?

I'm too upset to be alone.

Um, well... Come on in, Myra.

Stephen Urkel's fiancée called this reporter from Chicago, Illinois.

She asked me to convey publicly her undying love for Stephen and her fervent

prayer that he would return to her safe and sound.

Fiancée? I never called that guy.

She sent us her picture, hoping that we would transmit it to astronaut Urkel.

How did that happen?

I'm going to go investigate this right now.

The media in this country is out of control.

We've just received word that Steve Urkel has left Explorer and is

the satellite.

This is Mitch. How are you doing?

Pretty good.

I don't know who wore the suit last, though, because I'm getting a little

itch.

Mitch, I'm at the satellite.

I'm going to try and get you loose.

Be careful, Steve.

You'll stop when you reach the end of your tether.

Okay.

Without a tether, Steve will continue to float further and further away from

Explorer with no way to return.

I can't watch this.

Steve, we're going to turn your AGF -5000 up. It will pull you back to the

Why not?

That thing will short out.

Uh -oh.

Did I just hear you say uh -oh?

That's the last thing I want to hear right now is uh -oh.

Steve, the machine shorted out.

Uh -oh.

What am I going to do?

What am I going to do?

Control, please advise.

Roger, we're working on the problem.

In the meantime, start calculating.

compensate for the lack of his weight on re -entry?

Hey, I heard that! I heard that!

I heard that!

Steve's situation is dire indeed.

Dripping off into space, only a few minutes of oxygen remaining, and no way

return to explore.

I don't believe this.

Well, don't give up, Steve. Think.

I want you to promise me that no matter what happens, you'll find a way to come

back to me.

Hey, Mitch!

Does this satellite have thrusters for all the adjustments?

I don't know.

This is mission control.

Affirmative on thrusters, but they're radio controlled, and the satellite's

receiver is a no -go.

Steve Urkel himself.

All right. Come on, Steve.

That's it.

Bingo. I found the port thruster.

All right.

Starboard thruster up and at him.

Steve, be advised.

Time is critical. You only have three minutes of oxygen remaining.

Hey, you're just full of good news, aren't you?

He's moving.

He's on his way back to the ship.

on Explorer.

Glad everybody's safe and sound.

Time to bring you home.

Come on, Steve.

Okay, okay, okay. That's enough, fellas. That's enough.

You heard the man.

No more pictures.

Okay. One more.

Me.

Everybody's talking about you. You're a hero.

Oh, for sure, for sure.

I just did what any other genius blessed with cat -like reflexes would have

done.

I can't believe I'm saying this, Steve, but I've actually been bragging about

you. I have told everybody at work about my future son -in -law.

Really?

Welcome home, son.

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, come on, Steve. We want to show you the cake we got for you.

Then suck it down.

I'm a wing. I'm a wing.

No, no, no. Give me a piece of it now. Hi,

Steve.

Oh, gosh.

You get more beautiful every time I see you.

Do I get a welcome home kiss?

On one condition.

Well, what's that?

That you'll never go into outer space again.

Only when we kiss, Wiley.

Only when we kiss.