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(suspenseful orchestral music)

(equipment clatters)

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- Poor Tim.

I'm ruining another one of your evenings, I'm sorry.

- Oh, no, Uncle Martin,

there's nothing I'd rather do on a warm summer night

than sit out here on a lonely road,

under a big yellow moon,

and help a Martian test a spaceship.

(laughter)

- If this test works as I expect it to,

I'll be on my way very shortly.

- Oh, well then, then you're almost ready, huh?

- Yes, Tim, this could be it, for a short while, anyway.

- Oh, then you'll be back.

- No, the way you Earth people are progressin',

it won't be long before you'll be my guest on Mars.

You're gonna be very delighted.

You're gonna love those canals.

- How 'bout the girls?

(laughter)

- Here, take this space canidare.

- Okay.

(eerie orchestral music)

(laughter) (eerie orchestral music)

- [Tim] Ya forgot your spaceship.

(laughter)

Oh, I know, it's that vitamin deficiency again.

- Not at all.

It's the electromagnetic neutron-converting gravitator.

I was using it to have a look around,

to be sure we were alone.

- Oh, well, it looks like a transistor radio.

- Yeah, I could never make it back to Mars without this.

In free space flight,

it combats weightlessness by creating a field of gravity.

However, as you just discovered,

here on Earth it has an opposite effect,

and creates a state of weightlessness.

- Oh, well then, without this little gadget,

what goes up must come down.

- Exactly what I told Sir Isaac Newton

just before I dropped the apple on his head.

(laughter)

Come on, let's unload the ship.

(laughter) (comedic flourish)

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(antennae beeping)

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(antennae beeping)

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(playfully eerie music)

We left the flight schedule in the car.

I certainly don't wanna pass any airliners.

- (laughing) Yeah, if people looked out the window

they'd have to cancel the whole champagne flight. (laughing)

(laughter)

- Clean up.

Don't make a mess.

Put stuff away.

That's all grownups know, God.

(laughter)

And, ya gotta wash behind your ears all the time.

(laughter)

Why?

Nobody ever looks back there.

God, trying to make me clean up my room all the time.

She just like Mommy.

Well, Aunt Lily's gonna be sorry,

and when Mommy and Daddy get back from their vacation,

they'll be sorry.

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(laughter) (lively, pleasant music)

(playfully eerie music)

Golly.

A flying saucer.

(glove thunks)

Ooh, boy.

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Wow.

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(laughter)

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- Well, it's right on time for your blast-off.

- On Earth, your blast-off.

On Mars, we whoosh.

The word derived from the sound the ship makes

when it takes off.

Whoosh.

- Waash.

(laughter)

- Whoosh.

(distant spaceship whooshes)

That's it.

That it, it was a perfect imitation.

(laughter)

- Wasn't an imitation, that was the real thing, look!

(laughter)

(playfully eerie music)

(laughter)

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- It's out of range.

- How could it have taken off by itself?

- Well, it could have been one of the new parts.

I had to improvise.

One of them may have shorted,

causing the ship to think I was aboard.

- To think you you were aboard.

Did you say think?

(laughter)

You mean, that ship thinks?

- You needn't sound so surprised.

You have thinking machines here on Earth.

Martian machines are a bit more sophisticated, that's all.

They know where to go, and what to do,

and are usually quite well-behaved.

- Oh, well what happens to your over-sensitive,

high-IQ spaceship,

now that it's gone waash?

- Whoosh. - Oh.

(laughter)

- Begin to taking a whirl about the Earth,

feeling its ions, as it were.

After one orbit, it should pass overhead,

and I'll be able to catch it

by hyper-focusing my levitating powers,

nullifying its gamma drive,

and drawing it back to Earth.

Unless...

You may have a point.

It is highly sensitive.

- Sensitive?

(laughter)

- Yes.

I wonder if I could have inadvertently insulted it.

(laughter)

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- What are you doing?

- I'm trying to zero in on the spaceship.

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- Something?

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- It's coming.

(eerie theremin music)

I've got it.

(high-pitched beeping)

(laughter)

- [Tim] Why look, you got--

- Telstar.

(laughter)

(satellite beeping)

(laughter)

Ah, this is it.

- (laughing) Ya sure it's not Sputnik?

- No, this is it.

Ah-ha, I felt the gamma drive nullify.

(eerie theremin music)

Uh-huh, Tim, grab me, Tim!

(laughter) (eerie theremin music)

(low grunting)

Here it is.

(playfully eerie music)

(landing crackles)

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- Uh-oh.

(laughter)

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- (whistling) Oh, boy.

Well, the undercarriage is sprung,

and well, at least it's here, Uncle Martin.

- Our first job is to find out what short circuit

caused it to take off on its own.

- Oh, well, I would say that it's about this short,

and the circuit I think that you would find it in

would be called Little League.

(laughter)

- Hm, a child put my ship into orbit.

That's a relief.

- That's a relief?

Aren't you going to do anything about it?

- Well, of course, get the ship back in shape.

Get it in the garage immediately,

and determine the extent of the damage.

- Well, what about the kid?

- Well, it's an experience he'll never forget.

- Uncle Martin,

do you realize that the world's first child astronaut

is now running off somewhere,

and is gonna tell everybody about this?

- And, I also realize that nobody will believe a word of it.

Now, stop acting like a little old lady, Tim,

and help me load this spaceship onto the trailer

of that primitive transportation mechanism of yours.

(laughter)

(comedic flourish)

- Yeah, why didn't you believe me?

Why didn't the policeman believe me?

It happened, honest, Aunt Lily.

There was this flyin' saucer, and--

- (laughing) Of course, I believe you, dear.

Now, off to bed with you.

Take off your slippers.

(toys thunk)

Okay, now, under the covers.

Alright, sleep tight.

(pleasant orchestral music)

'Night, darlin'.

(pleasant orchestral music)

- She doesn't believe me.

- Huh?

Okay.

(cackling laugh)

Okay, fine, call me back, huh?

- (laughing) Hey, Mac, take a look at this.

- Grinnel, I have to run this paper,

I don't have time to read it, too.

- Look, take some time out, and read it.

(reporters chatting)

- Okay, so Nationwide Press reports

that the Air Force sighted one of those UFOs, so what?

- Nine o'clock tonight, right?

Now, read my story.

(reporters chatting) (typewriters clacking)

- Oh, the one about the kid

who said he took a ride on a flying saucer?

Well, yours was much better written,

but a Pulitzer Prize novel, it's not.

- Mac, don't ya get it?

The kid said he was flying

at the same time the UFO was sighted.

- Oh, (laughing) oh now, steady, boy.

Are you suggesting that this kid is a midget Martian?

- No, I'm not.

- Then, what are you saying?

- I don't know what I'm saying.

(reporters murmuring) (typewriters clacking)

I mean, I don't know what I'm saying yet.

- You've been hangin' around Kelly's bar with the boys?

- I don't drink.

- Okay, so you're shell-shocked from the peanuts.

(laughter)

- Funny, boy, that's really funny.

(laughter)

There's something very strange going on here.

Not me, but I'm gonna check it out.

- Okay, but stay away from those peanuts,

and the potato chips.

(laughter)

- Oh! Excuse me.

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- Martin, you were right, they didn't believe the kid.

Listen to this.

Runaway claims he's been around.

Last night, little Peter Pendleton of 723 Green Street,

a six-year-old runaway picked up by the police,

reported having circled the Earth in a flying saucer.

Police suspect Peter had one too many root beers.

(laughter)

- Rather poor-taste journalism, I'd say.

Did you move the gravitator?

- Hm, you mean the ah, (whistling).

No, as a matter of fact,

you put it right in there, remember?

The kid.

Uncle Martin.

Uncle Martin, if he shows that to the reporter--

- Yeah, obviously he had it in his pocket,

and forgot about it.

However, if he should activate it--

- You mean, um, mmmbp, right to the ceiling?

(laughter)

- And, if anybody else discovers it,

they would, most assuredly, believe the whole story.

I've got to get to that boy,

and somehow get that gravitator back.

- (laughing) Well, Uncle Martin, for you,

that oughta be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

(laughter)

- Tim, your knowledge of child psychology is sorely wanting.

Obviously, you've never tried to take candy from a baby.

(laughter)

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Perhaps you'd better let me have your press card,

since you're supposed to be my assistant.

- Yeah.

(playfully suspenseful music)

- Just a moment.

- What's the matter?

- Shhh.

- Oh, I'd just love to join you girls,

but I wouldn't think of leaving my nephew for an hour

unless I found a very reliable you-know-what.

(laughter)

- A babysitter.

(laughter)

- Anyway, I don't know if I can get one at this late date,

but I'll try.

Bye.

- I believe there might be a more effective way

to do this thing.

(blowing softly)

- [Tim] What are you doing?

- I've got to cut in on the woman's telephone call.

- Without a telephone?

- If I can set up a vibration void

in an induction energy field,

and introduce an electromagnetic counterbalance, yes.

- Yes?

- Yes.

(playfully eerie music)

(phone ringing) (laughter)

- Boy, someone should have told

Alexander Graham Bell about that.

- I did.

(laughter)

O'Hara's Babysitting Service, good afternoon.

- O'Hara's?

Strange.

I thought I was calling Seleski's.

Oh, well.

- I understand, madam.

Well now, by sheer coincidence,

I happen to be talking to you on my car telephone,

so it shouldn't take me too long to get there.

Oh, you're quite welcome.

Goodbye.

(receiver rattles)

(laughter)

- That was some call.

Look, if you can do that,

how come I had such a big phone bill last month?

(laughter)

- Now, don't be facetious.

Sarcasm is not a substitute for wit.

(playfully eerie music) (theremin whines)

You stay out of sight.

(playfully suspenseful music)

(doorbell chiming)

(playfully suspenseful music)

- What?

(playfully suspenseful music)

(laughter)

- (clears throat) O'Hara's Babysitting Service.

Missus Hadway? - Miss Hadway.

Won't you come in, please?

(laughter)

I'm Peter's Aunt.

His parents are on vacation, and I'm staying with him,

but I have to go out for a little while.

- Well, don't you worry, madam.

We, at O'Hara's, are expert at taking care of children.

We play checkers, we play games, we tell stories,

and we're expert at removing chewing gum from hair.

(laughter)

- That's a comforting thought.

(laughter)

Peter!

Peter, this is Mister O'Hara.

He's going to stay with you

while I go out for a little while.

- How do you do, Peter?

- Hello.

- Well, I better be going.

Bye Peter, goodbye Mister O'Hara.

I won't be away too long.

- Take your time.

- Wanna see my room?

- Oh, yes.

Well, let's figure out a good game to play.

- Not room cleaning up.

- Of course, not.

Let's play, umm, spaceships.

You know anything about spaceships?

- Sure, I took a ride in one.

(laughter)

- How very exciting.

I wish I could.

- Don't, nobody'll believe it.

(laughter)

- Perhaps if you were able to show them something,

to prove it.

- (grunts) I could show you something.

Something I picked up from the flying saucer.

- Say, I'd like to see that.

- Golly, everything's all mixed up.

My Aunt straightened up my room.

(laughter)

- Did you say straightened up?

Well, you certainly have a beautiful collection.

- My mommy calls it junk.

- Your mother is very discerning.

(laughter)

(doorbell chiming)

- Oh, it's that man from the newspaper

who asked me all the questions last night.

If I find that thing, this time he'll believe me.

(playfully eerie music)

- Yes, I expect he would.

(doorbell chiming)

(playfully eerie music)

Little Peter is forgetting all about the Martian ship.

Soon, he will remember nothing of his supersonic trip.

(magical flourish)

(laughter)

You keep looking, I'll answer the door.

- Okay.

What am I looking for?

- I thought you wanted to show me something.

- Did I?

- I guess I was mistaken.

(doorbell chiming)

Coming.

Keep looking.

(laughter)

- Hello, I'm Grinnel, from the Daily Star.

I wonder if I could have a word with Peter.

- Well, I'm the babysitter.

What was it in reference to?

- Well, it's like this.

Naturally, I didn't believe his story,

but the wire services reported a UFO being tracked

circling the Earth last night, about 9:20.

That's just about the time

the boy took his little trip around,

so I thought I'd like to check it out again.

- Well, I doubt if there's any connection,

because the boy does have a flair for fantasy,

but if you would care to talk to him.

Peter.

- Hi, Peter, I wonder if we could talk about the story

we discussed last night.

- What story?

- About the flying saucer.

- [Peter] What flying saucer?

(laughter)

- About the flying saucer

you said you took a trip around the world in.

Don't you remember?

- I guess he doesn't.

He takes so many trips.

Yesterday it was into space,

today, on an elephant in the Congo. (laughing)

He has such a vivid imagination.

- Well, I just thought I'd like to check it out again.

Certainly sorry to have bothered you.

- Not at all.

Good day. - Good day.

- Good day.

(laughter)

- Good day.

(laughter)

(lively, pleasant music)

- Hello. - Hello.

- Do you wanna see Peter again?

- No, thank you, I just talked to him.

- Oh, fine.

- Thank you.

(lively, pleasant music)

- O'Hara.

(playfully suspenseful music)

(engine purrs)

(playfully suspenseful music)

O'Hara and the babysitter?

(lively, pleasant music)

- Yeah, I know what you mean, Uncle Martin.

When they haul out the peach pistachio,

it's time to turn around and walk the other way.

- Yeah, but that gravitator's in there,

and I've got to go back.

Well, this is one of those occasions, I suppose,

when the Martian's best friend is his invisibility.

(laughter)

(mysterious flourish)

(laughter)

[Martin] Now, if you'll just drop me by the boy's house.

- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Uncle Martin, I got a great idea.

Why don't you drive, this time?

(laughter)

- [Martin] Tim, this is no time for levity.

(laughter)

(comedic flourish)

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(laughter)

(playfully suspenseful music)

(mysterious flourish)

(playfully suspenseful music)

- You be a good boy and drink all your milk,

and then you can have some ice cream.

- Fudge? - Vanilla.

- Aw, I like fudge.

- [Lily] Well, I'll get ya some fudge tomorrow.

(playfully suspenseful music)

(playfully eerie music)

(laughter)

(playfully eerie music)

(theremin flourish)

Now, you heard what I said,

I want you to go in and get ready for bed, right now.

- Aww.

- You know your mother said

you were to be in bed by eight o'clock.

And, brush your teeth first.

(eerie theremin music)

(laughter) (eerie theremin music)

(gravitator thunks)

(toys thunk)

(lid thuds)

(lively, pleasant music)

(ball smacks)

(lively, pleasant music)

- Whzzzzz.

(lively, pleasant music)

- [Martin] Oh, no.

(laughter)

- Yay, I'm flying!

(laughter)

I'm flyin'!

- Peter, I told you to go to bed,

now I'm coming in there, this minute.

(playfully eerie music)

- [Peter] Aunt Lily, I'm flying!

(doorbell chiming)

I'm flyin'.

(playfully eerie music)

- Miss Hadway, I saw O'Hara of the Sun

drive away with your babysitter,

now I don't wanna be a pest or anything,

but there's something strange going on.

- Hey, I'm flyin'!

(playfully eerie music)

I'm flyin'!

(playfully eerie music)

- Well, hello, Peter. - Hello.

- And, what have you got here?

- It makes me fly, but I think it's broke.

- No, may I see it?

- I was flying, alright.

- Of course, you were.

But are you sure it was this that made you fly?

- Wasn't it?

- You know what you did?

You discovered the secret of the Make-Believe Club.

All little boys and girls wanna fly,

and if they can make believe hard enough,

they really do,

like the children in Peter Pan.

- Aw, I don't believe that Peter Pan stuff.

- Alright, I'll show you.

Now, close your eyes, tight, and hold up.

Now, turn around, hold out your arms,

and make believe, with all your might, that you can fly.

(playfully eerie music)

- I'm flyin'!

(playfully eerie music)

- Last night, Peter knew all about that saucer thing,

and today, he doesn't remember anything.

I'd like to talk to him again.

- Oh, I'm afraid it's his bedtime.

- [Peter] Hey, I'm flyin'!

- He's still awake, can't ya hear him?

He's even flying!

- Well, he'd better stop that flying,

because if I have to come in there--

(playfully eerie music)

- Guy, was that just make believe?

- What do you think?

- It sure felt real.

- When you make believe you're a cowboy or an Indian,

doesn't it feel real?

- I'd rather fly.

- Well, now that you're in the Make-Believe Club,

if you want to fly,

you've got to follow the flyer's rules.

- What rules?

- Oh, there are lots of rules.

First of all, every morning,

you've got to clean up your room.

- Forget the whole thing,

I'll pretend I'm a cowboy instead.

(laughter)

(boxes thunk)

(laughter)

(lid thuds)

Pow, pow.

Pow, pow.

(playfully eerie music)

- Little Peter is forgetting that he sees me standing here.

Nothing will remind him of me, once I make me disappear.

(pleasant orchestral music)

(mysterious flourish)

(lively, pleasant music)

(laughter)

- Now, young man, I told you, well, come back tomorrow.

- Okay, lady, thanks a lot.

- Now, I told you to come back tomorrow.

- Now look, lady, I smell a story,

and I'd like to talk to Peter.

- Alright. - Thank you.

Hiya, Pete.

Hey, Pete, I thought you were flying.

- Huh?

- You know, like in a spaceship, like last night.

Hey, Pete, you can level with me.

Where'd you get the idea that you could fly?

- I'm in the Make Believe Club.

- [Grinnel] Then Make-Believe Club?

- [Peter] Sure, you can be anything ya want,

but they got tough rules for flyers.

So, I decided to be a cowboy.

(laughter)

- Ah, I see.

Make-Believe Club. (chuckling)

Okay, Pete.

- Pow, you're dead.

- Yeah, so is my story.

(laughter)

Well, ya can't win 'em all.

(chuckling) I figured I had

some kind of a way-out story here,

but instead, it's just a kid with a lot of imagination.

Well, there's nothing unusual going on around here.

(laughter)

- Tim, would you please hand me my semiconductor bar?

- [Tim] Just a minute, Uncle Martin.

(eerie theremin music)

- Tim, that gravitator's not a toy,

will ya please stop fooling with it?

- I'm not fooling with it, Uncle Martin, I needed it.

- Would you mind telling me what for?

- To change this light bulb.

(laughter)

(eerie theremin music)

Hey, you know, if we could mass-produce these things,

we could replace the stepladder.

(laughter)

- A wonderful idea,

and at the cost of materials here on Earth,

they could sell for only $7,345,000 each. (laughing)

- Seven, (laughing) 345, uh, here.

(laughter)

(comedic flourish)

(lively orchestral theme music)

(dramatic flourish) (low whoosh)