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(Supercar whirs)

(water splashes)

(water gurgles)

(water splashes)

(Supercar whirs)

(Supercar bangs)

(eerie music)

(lively orchestral music)
(Mitch grunts)

- No, Mitch, you can't go in there.

(Mitch chirps)

With all that special equipment,
and Colonel Lewis, too,

Dr. Beaker says there just
isn't any room for us.

(Mitch grunts)

Tell you what, though,

we could go and watch on the
monitor in the control room.

(Mitch screeches)

(Mitch grunts)

Come on then,

we'll be able to see just
exactly what they're doing.

(devices screech)

- Well, gentlemen, so far, so good.

She'll gain a little more altitude

over the next hour or
so, but it'll be slow.

- Present altitude reading
is somewhere in the region

of, um, 105,000 feet.

- Yes, yes, that's about the average

for one of our balloons.

She's carrying a heavier load than usual,

but, well, she's up all right.

- | guess you're right, Colonel,

but what goes up must come down, check?

- Oh, oh, no, no, not this baby,

not on your sweet life.

She's okay up there in the stratosphere,

but we don't want her down here again.

No, sirree, not with that cargo onboard.

- There, Mitch,
(whimsical music)

now you can see most everything.

It's like being at the movies.

(Mitch grunts)

| know, if we were at the movies,

you'd have a bag of popcorn.

Here you are then.

(Mitch screeches and grunts)

- Ha-ha, hello, Jimmy.

You have a ringside seat, | see.

- Guess so, Professor.

When does the big picture start?

- (laughs) Not yet, Jimmy.

This is still just routine checking.

- Hello, South Dakota,

South Dakota, do you read?

- [South Dakota Operator]
South Dakota here,

reading track clear.

- Canaveral, do you read?

- [Canaveral Operator] Canaveral clear.

- Patterson Field, do you read?

- [Patterson Field Operator]
Patterson Field here.

Yeah, three's clear.

- That's it, then.

All subsidiary tracking stations
reading clearly, Colonel.

- Oh, thank you, thank you.

In that case, with your
permission, Professor,

and your help, Dr. Beaker,

we'll continue readings for another hour,

and then blow her.

- What's he mean blow her, Professor?

- Um, explode the canister,
Jimmy, destroy it.

- Yes, yes, that's right, Jimmy,

make a bang that'll be seen for miles,

with a telescope, of course.

Fireworks in the stratosphere,

that's why we call the
project 4th of July.

(Mitch grunts)

- Maybe you get it, Mitch, but | don't.

Why are you gonna explode it, Colonel?

Why can't you bring it down somehow,

say on a parachute?

- Well, we could, Jimmy, easily,

but it would be too dangerous.

- It packs a whale of a punch, right?

- (chuckles) You see, Jimmy,

that capsule up there contains
more than seven litres

of the Colonel's new rocket fuel,

quite apart from all the instruments

transmitting readings to Dr. Beaker.

- Don't the instruments cost an awful lot?

- Oh, I'm afraid they do,

but we just can't risk bringing
them down just the same.

- Why, tap it with a rubber mallet,

and | should think it
would go off like a bomb.

- Oh, he's right, too.

It's okay up there at 100,000 feet,

but down here.

- It might still explode,

no matter how gently you put it down?

- That's about the size of it.

- And that's entirely
neglecting the possibility

that it has received quite
a considerable amount

of radiation, not too much, | hope.

- So, instead, Jimmy,

we explode it up there,
where it harms no one.

- But, in any case, it won't be wasted.

- The Colonel will, by then,

have received much valuable information.

- Thanks to your cooperation, gentlemen.

- Well, | don't know, Mitch.

Guess it sounds safer up there at that.

(Mitch grunts)

Not for me, Mitch.

Reckon you're more interested
in popcorn than balloons.

(Mitch screeches)

(Mitch grunts)

(instruments whir)

- Time for another check.

- There, um, appears to
be quite a sudden rise

in the capsule's internal
pressure, Colonel.

- Yes, that's okay, Doctor.

It used to do that sometimes

in the preliminary tests.

- Uh, really?

I'm, uh, I'm glad to hear it, very glad.

I'm bound to say,

| put little faith in your stabiliser.

- It seems that Dr. Beaker thinks that,

on account of we're the Air Force,

we aren't likely to be chemical geniuses.

- My dear fellow, | imply
nothing of the kind.

It's up 2.4 atmospheres.

- That's still within
theoretical normal limits,

you know, Dr. Beaker.

- Is something wrong, Mike?

- Just can't tell, Jimmy.

Half of it's way over my head.

- Sounds like the safest
place for it to be.

- In any case, Doc, if she does blow now,

it'll save you the trouble

of using your little
radio trigger, won't it?

- Not my little radio
trigger, | assure you,

the Air Force's.

| am bound to say that |
put very little confidence

in that either.

- Well, okay, Dr. Beaker,

we grovel, we are
military apes, all of us.

(Mitch screeches)

(Mitch grunts)

- No, Mitch, he didn't mean any offence.

(Mitch grunts)

- Don't mind the doc, Colonel.

He's like that with all of us here.

Nobody's really up to his level.

- External temperature -55 centigrade.

- Calling South Dakota, do you read?

- Internal, -10 and normal.

- [South Dakota Operator] South
Dakota here, trace steady.

- Internal pressure now down again.

My apologies, Colonel, reading
1.2 atmospheres, normal.

- Canaveral, do you read?

- [Canaveral Operator]
Canaveral, trace clear.

- Radiation field strength, mm.

- Normal?

- Yes.

- Patterson Field, do you read?

- [Patterson Field Operator]
Patterson, trace steady.

- And the volume appears
steady, too, Doctor.

- 7.46 litres, yes.

No expansion there.

Well, Colonel, everything
would seem to be satisfactory.

- Oh, fine, Doctor.

Have you the recordings okay?

- [Beaker] Perfect, thank you.

- Well, in that case,

again, with your permission, Professor,

| think we're just about
ready to call it a day.

(Mitch grunts)

- Gee, Mitch, | think
they're getting ready

to blow up the capsule.

Should be exciting.

- Won't be anything to get
steamed up about, Jimmy.

- Why, Mike?

What happens?

- Doc, you care to lecture your audience

on what you're gonna do?

- All that will happen is that
| shall press this button,

and the radar trace will
disappear from the screen,

provided, that is,

if, um, the Air Force will permit me

another (laughs) small dig at them,

provided it works.

- You sound like you
thought it mightn't, Doc.

What then?

- | was only being humorous.

Of course it would work.

If it didn't, then a warning,
um, siren would sound.

- And then we'd be in a gosh
awful mess, let's face it,

but it won't happen,
we can be sure of that.

She's up there, just waiting to blow.

- All set, Mike?

- Roger, calling all tracking stations,

calling all tracking stations.

This is Project 4th of July,

this is Project 4th of July.

We are ready to blow,

| repeat, we are ready to
blow in 60 seconds from now,

repeat, 60 seconds.

Please check your screens.

(eerie music)

(instruments whir)

- There she is, steady as a rock.

- Roger, Colonel, ready to blow.

- The floor is yours, Dr. Beaker.

Ready when you are.

- [Canaveral Operator]
Canaveral calling all stations.

Stand by for countdown.

- Then, if everyone is, uh, prepared,

| shall press the firing
button in 40 seconds from now.

- [Canaveral Operator] 40, 38,

36, 34,

32, 30,

28, 26,

24, 22,

20, 18,

16, 14

12, 10,

eight, six,

four, two,

zero.
- Fire.

(switch clicks)

(bag bangs)

- What in tarnation?

(Mitch screeches)

(Mitch grunts)

- Mitch.

- That wretched monkey.

(eerie music)

- The trace is still on here.

- Then it is still up there.

- [Canaveral Operator] Emergency one,

capsule has failed explode.

Stand by for emergency instructions.

(siren buzzes)

Repeat, stand by for
emergency instructions.

Canaveral to all stations, stand by.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Well, there you are, Mitch.

I've gotta keep you shut in here.

That's orders.

(Mitch grunts)

It's your own fault, you know,

bursting that bag and scaring everyone.

(Mitch screeches)

(Mitch grunts)

Guess you are sorry at that,

but Dr. Beaker says you've
gotta be kept from underfoot

now Mike's going up and
things are getting serious.

(Supercar whirs)

- Well, that's it,
Colonel, that's Supercar.

- Well, say, I've never
seen anything like it.

- Neither has anyone else, we hope,

right, Professor?

- Well, strictly speaking,
it is top secret.

- What he means, Colonel,

is we should've done a
security check on you.

- But Mike, we've never tried Supercar

at such altitude.

- Well, there's a first
time for everything.

- True, but | wish there
was some other way.

- Well, if there was, | wouldn't
be so worried, believe me,

but conventional aircraft can't reach it.

- [Beaker] 105,000.

- What?

- Yes, | fear she has, um, risen somewhat.

- There's your answer, Colonel.

What do you say?

- Colonel, could you
not use a homing rocket?

- Well, | guess not, Professor.

It's on the fringe as far
as range is concerned,

and it might just as easy
home on the metal foil

of the balloon covering.

That would bring the
canister down, but where?

- Somewhere in the
middle of, um, the city.

- Well, that's just dandy.

If it comes down there,

it'll be the Chicago fire all over again.

Do we need any more arguments?

- [Popkiss] Well, um-

- Better get organised then,

before she gets right out of range.

(eerie music)

- [Beaker] Good, the
climb appears to be, um,

temporarily halted.

- | guess you're pretty
sure Supercar can do it,

are you, Doc?

- Well, guess is perhaps
the operative word

when one is venturing into the unknown,

but | have confidence in
both machine and pilot.

The question is, this, um, mm, uh,

ah, the Air Force has so kindly provided,

will that work?

- [Mike] Well, it's mounted pretty firm.

It should be okay.

- | agree that it need
cause no concern, Mike,

but there are so many
other factors up there,

factors we have no time
to consider in practise.

- Such as?

- Such as the whole basis
of aerodynamic control.

As you know, in horizontal flight,

Supercar uses wing fins
and rudder for steering.

Up there, where there is virtually no air,

these will be useless.

Forward flight will have to be controlled

by firing the port and starboard engines

at different rates.

- Guess it'll just have to
come to me when | get there.

- And there's another thing.

If you hit the canister,

and remember, this rocket
launcher holds only one round.

- I'll hit it okay, Professor.

- It will explode into
so great a fireball,

you will not be able to
swerve out of its path.

- So I'll fly straight through it.

- The radiation field strength
drops off at that altitude,

but, uh, Mike will still
have a considerable amount

of cosmic activity to contend with

on the way up.

- | thought that would be the case,

so we've got Mike a suit made of foil.

It's not as good as a space suit,

but it'll help deflect radiation.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Well, okay, here | am,

all foil wrapped for instant freshness.

Feel like a chicken

just gonna be popped into the oven.

- Not the oven, Mike.

Where you're going, it will
be more like a deep freeze.

- I'll be all right, Professor.

| borrowed Doc Beaker's winter underwear.

- Well, let's hope the
cockpit pressurisation

will look after you.

Ready to test?

- Ready.

Testing now.

(Supercar hisses)

Seems okay.

- Reading one atmosphere.

- Check, one atmosphere it is.

Let's keep it that way.

- We'll do our best.

Armaments mechanisms all right?

- You want me to test it?

I'd blow the side of the lab

clean across the desert,
into the next state.

- Sure, not yet you won't, Mike.

The safety switch is on this end.

- Okay then, just to get the feel of it.

Range 1,600.

- That's too close.

Mike, whatever you do,

don't come in closer than 2,000.

- Roger.

Range 2,000.

Fire.

- Good, Mike, good.

- Direct hit on number
three rectifier, Professor.

You won't be needing it, will you?

- (chuckles) All right, Mike,

if you got the feel of the rocket,

we'll slip the cowling
over for streamlining.

Otherwise, you'll feel the
resistance at high speed.

- | guess they're about
ready to start, Mitch.

Mitch.

You asleep, Mitch?

(Mitch snores)

Might as well leave you to it.

It's gonna get exciting,
I'm going down to see.

(eerie music)

- Altitude steady at 108,000,

but it, um, appears to be drifting again.

- Cowling in position, Mike.

- Okay, I'm raring to go.

- There, Colonel,

the telemetry system is
now, mm, uh, geared over

to read for Supercar.

All that remains now, | suppose, is-

- Takeoff.

- Correct.

- | shut Mitch up out of
harm's way, Professor.

- Fine, Jimmy.

Ready to charge, Mike?

- Ready, Professor.

- Charging port engine.

(engine whirs)

- 6,000,

9,000,

11,000.

- Sounds like a mighty
powerful machine, Doctor.

- It is, Colonel.

- 14,000, 15,000.

- [Popkiss] Interlock on.

Fire one.

- Fire one.

(engine roars)

Starboard 5,000,

7,000,

10,000,

12,000,

15,000.

- Interlock on, starboard
charge, fire two.

- Fire two.

(engine roars)

- Good, everything well
your end, Dr. Beaker?

- Satisfactory, uh, most satisfactory.

- Right, roof doors opening.

(shimmery music)

All clear for takeoff.

- Good luck, Mike.

(Supercar whirs)

(radar beeps)

- [Colonel] Oh, great,
Supercar's showing up now,

that little blip near the centre.

- Pilot to console, pilot to console,

do you read?

- Console to pilot, we read.

How do you feel, Mike?

- Just fine.

Altitude 17,500.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Pilot to console, altitude 35,000.

It's bucking a bit, Professor.

- That's all right, Mike,

you're running into
tropospheric air currents.

Once you get through that
and above the tropopause,

they'll decrease.

- Yeah, and so will aerodynamic control.

(eerie music)

- External temperature -50,

internal, +30 centigrade.

How does it feel, Mike?

- Like a cool, clear New
England winter's day.

(eerie music)

(radar beeps)

- [Colonel] Hey, he's getting nearer.

- Yes, altitude 70,000.

- He's well up in the
stratosphere now, Jimmy,

and from here on, it gets difficult.

- Pilot to console, seems clear
of aircrafts now, Professor,

but you'll have to help
me with the steering.

- Roger.

Can you give us a bearing, Dr. Beaker?

- Yes, | would suggest, uh, climbing, um,

11 o'clock 72 degrees.

- [Popkiss] Console to pilot,

half boost starboard engine three seconds.

- Roger.

(engines hiss)

(eerie music)

99,000 now.

Don't know what it's like outside,

but it's mighty chilly in here.

- According to Dr. Beaker,

it's -55 centigrade,

and only eight millimetres of mercury,

so don't spring a leak,

or you'll really know it.

- ls Mike in danger, Professor?

- Oh, no, so long as the
cockpit pressurisation system

works all right.

- I'm not sure | like it, Dr. Beaker.

I'd never send one of my boys up there

without a full pressure suit.

- We had not intended to
perform altitude trials

for several months yet.

Next time, we shall see

that Mike is, uh, correctly attired.

- So, meanwhile, we trust
to the cockpit seal.

- Yes, but let us substantiate this trust.

Professor.

- [Popkiss] Yes, Dr. Beaker, what is it?

- | think it would be advisable

to ask Mike to perform
a brief cockpit check.

- Right you are, Dr. Beaker.

Console to pilot.

- [Mike] Hello, console.

- Dr. Beaker would like you

to check over the cockpit
conditions for us,

just to be on the safe side.

- Roger, console.

Feels cold, but comfortable.

Cockpit temperature nine degrees.

- Is that all right, Dr. Beaker?

- | am inclined, under the circumstances,

to accept nine degrees as within normal.

- Cockpit temperature normal, Mike.

Beaker says carry on.

What about your oxygen equipment?

- No trouble at all, Professor.

I'll check how much there is left.

Couple of hours at
least, normal flow rate,

cockpit internal pressure, low.

Professor, she's low.

I'm losing pressure someplace.

- Dr. Beaker, the cockpit
seems to be leaking.

- All right, there is
no immediate emergency.

- No immediate emergency?

- | hardly think so.

It cannot be a fast leak,

and Mike's oxygen mask,
assuming it fits well,

will protect him from
immediate lack of oxygen,

but he will have to find
where it is escaping from.

Professor.

- Yes, Beaker?

- [Beaker] Ask him to
try and find the source

of the, mm, um, leakage, will you?

- Dr. Beaker says, find
the leak, if you can.

- Not gonna be easy, but | can try.

I'll check the cockpit
cover where it seals.

That's the most likely place.

| must say, Dr. Beaker's
mask is doing its stuff.

| can't feel a thing.

| got it.

The canopy must've cracked where it seals

against the metal of the cockpit.

What do | do about it?

- Well, you'll have to
try and mend it, Mike.

- Swell idea, Professor,

only | didn't bring my
puncture repair kit with me.

- Eh, actually, he did, Professor.

| put one down by the right of the seat.

- Thank you, Doctor.

Down by the seat, on your
right hand side, Mike.

- Well, well, that's what
| call being prepared.

Okay, | got it.

First time | ever mended a puncture

from inside the tube.

That's it, folks, show's
over for the moment.

Business back to normal.

- [Popkiss] You're sure
it's all right now, Mike?

- Fine, Professor.

Hey, | must be getting close by now.

- Well, that was a near thing.

- Not really, my dear colonel.

These things are all in a day's work.

Everything was, uh, under control.

- Dr. Beaker.

- [Beaker] Yes?

- Mike appears to be
approaching the target.

Can you give him a position?

- [Colonel] Hey, the blips are almost

on top of one another.

- And the altitude is now 101,000.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- | can see it.

- Can you, Mike?

Where?

- At 10 o'clock.

- [Beaker] Bring him down
five degrees, Professor.

- Console to pilot, reduce on
port engine one second only.

- [Mike] Switching on ClearView now.

(instruments beep)

There she is, there's our baby.

- Yeah, but rather a dangerous baby.

- Right, Mike, select wide angle lens.

Mike, Mike, hold it steady.

- [Mike] Yeah, but how?

- [Popkiss] Starboard
boost, one half second.

- It's not so easy, is it?

- You can, uh, say that again.

Range, 5,000, decreasing.

- | must say, that canister
looks kinda peaceful

just hanging there.

Hard to believe it's the menace it is.

- [Popkiss] Console to pilot, range 3,500.

- Roger.

- Range 3,000.

- [Mike] Got it in the sights, Professor.

- 2,800.

- [Mike] I'm losing it.

- Half boost port, one second.

Range 2,500.

- [Mike] Roger.

Yeah, that's better.

- 2,200.

- Nothing more for us to do, Colonel.

- Yeah, that's true, |
guess he's on his own now.

- 2,050, two, oh, two, five.

2,000.

- What's happened? Mike?

- Mike, are you still there?

You're into 1,875.

- And I'm going in further, too.

- [Popkiss] Mike, Mike, no.

- | can't hold steady

and guarantee a hit at that range,

and | haven't brought Supercar
all the way up here to miss.

- [Popkiss] For heaven's sake, Mike,

you're into 1,200.

- [Mike] I'm gonna fire
at nine, Professor.

- But Mike, you won't
get through yourself.

- Won't |?

I'm going pretty fast.

900.

Here goes.

(button clicks)

(rocket whooshes)

(canister explodes)

(Supercar whirs)

(lively orchestral music)

- He can't, he's mad.

- [Mike] You won't mind
us sending you the bill

for a new paint job.

- Oh, certainly not, certainly not.

| guess that's the least
the Air Force can do.

- Not at all, it was a great opportunity

to run an altitude test.

- Gee, I'm sorry Mitch wasn't
in on the excitement, though.

- Well, Jimmy, we couldn't risk him

sticking a paw into that operation.

(whimsical music)

(machine whirs)

(Mitch screeches)

- You see what | mean?

He's, uh, meddlesome.

(Supercar whirs)

(lively orchestral music)

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ With beauty and grace,
as swift as can be f

£ Watching it flying through the air S

f It travels in space or under the sea

f And it can journey anywhere J

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

~ It travels on land or roams the skies J

~ Through the heavens' stormy rage I

f It's Mercury-manned,
and everyone cries J

f It's the marvel of the age I

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

¢ Supercar f

(Supercar booms)