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(upbeat music)

♫ Come sail around the world with me

♫ Ride on the waves of the deep blue sea

♫ Float to an island where the days are free

♫ Spend some time with my family

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson living in the sun

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson everyday is fun, fun, fun

♫ Friends all around me everywhere

♫ Down in the water, up in the air

♫ All of them mean a lot to me

♫ But my very best friends are my family

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson living in the sun

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson everyday is fun, fun, fun

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson living in the sun

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson everyday is fun, fun, fun

♫ Fun, fun, fun. Fun, fun, fun. ♫

- [Voiceover] The longer we stay on this island

the more things we learn to make ourselves.

I keep thinking that if we ever get back to civilization

we'll be able to open our own store

and fill it with our own homemade items.

When I tell mom that, she always laughs and says

that though we do a good job, the things we make

aren't quite delicate enough to sell.

I still think it's a good idea.

Anyway, it's time for our island family

to begin another fun-filled day.

(grunting) (twig snapping)

(chirping birds)

- Huh?

Well, good morning, father.

- Good morning.

- What's this thing? One of those curtain rods

mom's been wanting you to make?

- No, Fritz, that was going to be a bow,

but they're a lot harder to make

than I thought they would be.

- But why are you trying to make such a big bow?

Becca and Jack'll never be able to play with it.

- Well, I'm not trying to make a toy, Fritz.

This is a bow to use for hunting.

- For hunting? But what about the guns?

- The problem isn't with the guns.

It's with the ammunition.

We used up a lot of our bullets

trying to signal that ship.

Now, I haven't told your mother this,

but we're down to our last thirteen cartridges.

And then we're out.

So I think it's best that we save them

in case of an emergency.

You never know when we may see another ship.

Don't worry. I bet with a little archery practice

we won't even miss our guns.

Besides, it'll make hunting more of a challenge.

- I'll be you anything we'll be able to do it, dad.

(clucking)

(bright humming)

- Good morning, you two.

- Good morning, Anna.

- Good morning, mother.

- You both look awfully busy today.

What is that you're making, huh?

- Need some help there?

- No, thank you, Earnest.

What I really need is a live coal to start the fire.

- I don't think you'll find one.

That fire's been out since yesterday.

- Oh, no. Wait a minute. Look!

- Amazing. I can't believe they stayed hot

for over twelve hours.

- I was careful to bury them in the ashes

after the fire went out last night.

- Well done.

- I thought the green wood might stay hot longer,

and it worked. See what I mean?

- Good idea.

- Yes. I only wish I had thought of it

before our supply of matches ran out.

- I must say you always surprise me, dear.

You're really quite remarkable.

- Oh, thanks.

- Mercedes, Mercedes.

Come back, you little rascal.

You know perfectly well that's Jack's shirt.

Hand it over right now, or you'll be sorry.

(monkey squeaking)

- I don't mind, Becca. Mercedes can have my shirt

if she wants to.

- No, she can't. I'll get it for you.

(grunt) (scream)

- Becca, Jack, you two come down and set the table.

It's time for breakfast.

- Becca, you're gonna fall.

- Jack, would you please let go of me.

(Screaming) (Thumping)

That hurts.

- I can't imagine what all the commotion's about.

Huh?

- They're just playing. Don't worry.

There. Now put the string over that end, please.

- All right, dad.

- Good. Now, concentrate.

We're almost there.

- (sigh)

- Good work.

- Well, should we try it out?

- You go ahead, son.

- I'm gonna try to hit one of those trees over there.

(straining) (bow-string groaning)

(clink)

- Come now, it's time for breakfast.

I'm sure you'll be able to shoot the bow

much easier once you've both had

a nice, nourishing breakfast.

- This bow doesn't shoot straight, dad.

- I think it's the bowman that doesn't shoot straight.

- (giggle) Fritz, do you think you could help me

clear the table now?

(groans)

(thump)

- Huh?

- Mother.

- What happened, Anna?

- Oh, my foot. Ow.

- Look, it's really bleeding.

- It hurts something terrible.

- Let me see.

- You stepped on this... this shell.

- What's going on? What happened?

- Becca, you're mother cut her foot.

Bring the medical kit down right away.

This looks like a very deep cut you've got.

That shell must have been sharp as a razor.

- Dad, do you remember the time I cut my hand

when I was collecting those oysters?

- (panting)

Here, I've got your bag.

- Thanks.

- [Becca] Oh, mom, does it hurt a lot?

- I'll be fine, Becca.

But I hope from now on, everyone will be

more careful about leaving shells.

Oh, Earnest.

- Sorry, but we have to be sure to use

enough disinfectant, even if it hurts a bit.

Anna, looks like you'll have to

wear your shoes for awhile.

- Oh, my shoes are worn out.

- You better stay home then, my dear.

You really should be resting your foot anyway.

- And I was looking forward

to our trip to the candleberry trees.

Honestly.

- There. Almost as good as new.

(light footsteps)

- Sure you can manage without me?

- Bye.

- We'll do our best, mom. Don't worry.

- Yeah, don't worry, mom.

I'll do enough work for two. Really, I will.

- I just hope you do enough work for one.

- Oh, be quiet.

I was just trying to make mom feel a little bit better.

- Remember, I'm in charge now.

So you better just watch your step, okay?

- Oh!

- Come on.

- And I suppose you think you're in charge

of dad and Brewster, too, huh?

You know, I think carrying that bow around

has gone straight to your head.

- You're just jealous because

you don't know how to use it.

- Oh, brother!

Fritz, would you please let me try it?

- Forget it.

- Come on, pretty please?

- That sweetie pie voice won't work on me, Becca.

- Come on, Fritz.

- No.

- (humming softly)

I wonder where I could have packed away my shoes.

(squeaking)

- Hold still.

- Hmm?

- Ha! Come on Mercedes.

Hold still, please.

- I don't think Mercedes likes

playing that game, Jack.

- We're not playing a game, mom.

- Then what in the world are you two doing over there?

- Well, Mercedes wanted to try on my shirt.

So I'm just helping her to put it on.

(shriek)

- Hey! Hey, Mercedes!

- (laughing) Oh, my!

She's as fidgety as you are.

(giggling)

- Oh, no! Mercedes come back here!

Your shirt still isn't on right!

- Oh. Those shoes have got to be here.

(rustling of items)

(groan)

Let's see. They have to be here somewhere.

Oh, here they are!

Ah, just as I thought, but these are more worn

out than I remember.

Oh, oh dear.

(metal hitting wood)

A cartridge. How did that get in my shoe?

(Rattling)

My goodness. Are these all we have left?

Oh.

(gentle music)

(snapping branches)

(gentle music)

- Let's go, Brewster.

(gentle music)

(children grunting)

- Do you see them?

- No sign of them, yet.

- These trees are sure hard to find, aren't they?

- Mom'll be disappointed if we don't find them.

We have to continue.

- Right.

(grunting)

- Hey, Fritz! We better slow down

because if we go too far ahead,

dad'll get lost.

- Don't worry, Becca.

I'll mark our trail.

(branch breaking)

- Take my hand, Becca.

- Yay! There they are

- Yay! There they are!

- The candleberry trees.

I can't wait to tell mom.

She's going to be so excited. Hooray!

- Hooray!

- Yay!

- At last, we'll be able to make all the candles we want.

- Just think, we'll be able to play chess every night.

- And you'll be able to study, Becca.

- Oh, really funny.

- (laughing)

- Dad. Oh, dad!

- Dad, Brewster, we found the candleberry trees.

- That's good news. I'll be right there.

Good work. Stay right where you are.

- He sounded happy, didn't he?

- Yes, he sure did.

- Oh, Fritz, you're in a good mood today, too.

Aren't you?

- Hmm, I suppose.

- Do me a favor, pretty please?

- Hmm?

- Let me shoot the bow.

Just this once, Fritz. Come on.

- Oh, I guess I should have known

that you would never take no for an answer.

You just never give up.

- Don't be so greedy, Fritz.

- Since I can't do it, what makes you think

you'll be able to?

- I just want to try it.

- Sometimes, I think you're as stubborn

as our mule is.

You're going to have to use all of your strength

to draw the bow back.

- (groaning)

- There you go. Come on.

Come on, you can do it.

- (straining)

- You gotta put a little muscle into it.

Come, Becca.

- (groaning)

- Ha! I'd have to guess that your arrow

will only fly about half the distance mine did.

(Straining)

- It's hard! Oof!

(Groaning)

- Hmm? Watch out!

- Help me, Fritz! I've got myself stuck!

- All right, already! You can shoot now.

- Eyah, Becca, what do you think you're doing?

Drop it! Are you crazy?

That's not how you do it.

- Fritz, would you kindly move out of the way?

I'm ready to shoot now.

- Drop it now, Becca. Drop it.

(twang)

(ting)

- Look. I did it. See, my arrow hit the tree, Fritz.

A bullseye. I can't believe it.

(laughter)

Hurray! I did it! I hit the tree

and it was my very first time using a bow, too.

(excited giggle)

(grunt, grunt)

You can do anything, if you try, right, Fritz?

Aren't you proud of me?

- Oh, that was just a fluke.

If there's one thing I hate, it's beginner's luck.

- [Becca] Fritz, what's this?

- Huh?

- There's something sticky coming out

of this big tree where my arrow hit it.

- Huh?

- What is it, dad?

- Hmm. It's rubber.

- Rubber?

- Mm-hmm. That's what it is all right.

- You mean all these trees are rubber trees?

That one and that one and that one? Golly.

- This is just great. A grove of rubber trees.

All the rubber we could ever want.

(chirping)

- [Voiceover] Although I love our treehouse,

I would always rather go out with dad,

because there's always the chance for adventure.

I feel sad that mom had to stay home today.

I bet it's very lonely.

- (sigh)

- [Voiceover] Mom says she likes to stay home sometimes,

because she gets a lot more done when we're not all around.

I still think she misses us, though.

Hopefully, mom's foot will get better soon

so she'll be able to go on our next excursion.

- There.

(snapping)

Oh.

(Sigh)

(barking)

- Mom. Mom!

Mom, guess what?!

We found rubber!

We found it when I noticed

something sticky coming out of a tree

after I shot it with an arrow.

- Let me try explaining it so it'll make some sense.

Mom, we came across some rubber trees.

- Did you find a lot of them?

- Mm-hmm. A forest.

- At first, I didn't know what it was,

but it looked important, so I showed it to dad.

He knew right away that it was a rubber tree.

You see?

- I think I understand.

And I bet you were the first one

to discover the rubber tree, right, Becca?

- [Becca] How did you know, mom?

- Becca! Oh.

- (laughter) Good work, Becca.

I'm really proud of you.

- Thanks a lot, mom.

(cheerful music)

(wood scraping)

(cheerful music)

(scratching)

(cheerful music)

- (groaning)

(snap)

(clunk)

- Hmm. Oh, fiddlesticks.

I just don't get it.

(crackling fire)

- Dad, what are you going to do

with the sap from the rubber trees?

- I'll make shoes.

- Amazing. You can really make shoes

out of sap?

- Yes. Everyone certainly could use a new pair.

- [Becca] You can do anything, dad.

- Not quite, Becca, but we have to be self-sufficient

to survive on this island.

- I wish I could make a ball.

We need more fun stuff around here.

- Becca, think of the things we can make.

We've made bows and arrows and candles.

And we might even be able to make shoes

for the whole family.

- I still hope that dad will make some toys next.

- I've got to learn how to shoot that bow.

- Would you two please keep your minds

on what you're doing?

We have to finish these candles.

- We're sorry, dad.

There's enough candles here for us

to play chess all night, Fritz.

- [Fritz] We won't need them if I beat you

as quickly as usual.

(chirping)

Oh, I think we might have a special dinner tonight.

(groaning)

(squawking)

Hmm. It looks like we'll have to have

fruit salad again.

I don't understand why I can't

get the hang of this.

Even Becca could do it.

Huh? Wait a minute.

Hmm. It just might work.

(groaning)

Dad always says you can never quit trying.

Hmm. It worked for the American Indians.

(straining)

(zip)

(thwing)

Huh? It worked!

(sleepy music)

- (yawn) Go on. It's your turn.

- Yes, I know.

I just can't decide which way to move.

(click)

- Earnest, take a look at the children.

- Huh. Doesn't look like a very lively game of chess.

- No wonder.

They've both been going nonstop all day.

- Well, if Becca said she had to work especially hard today

since you weren't there, the actuality is

our little girl spend most of her time begging Fritz

to let her use his bow and arrow.

(deep laughter)

- You know, I really hope Fritz

does well with archery.

That way, he can hunt with a bow

instead of a gun.

- I was just thinking the very same thing.

Uh, Anna

- No need to explain.

When I was looking for my shoes in the barrel

I came across our ammo supply.

- Don't worry.

- I won't. In fact, I want you to teach me

how to use the bow as soon as my foot gets better.

- [ Becca] Check.

- Hmm?

- Check? Not in your wildest dreams.

- I said check, Fritz.

- Look, the two of them are playing chess in their sleep.

(laugh)

- (jolly laugh)

- [Voiceover] Three days later, Fritz, dad, and I

came out to check on the progress of the rubber trees.

- Oh. Dad, dad, look. This one's full to the brim!

- That's great! Check the other one.

- All right (laugh)

- [Voiceover] We had gathered so much sap from

the rubber trees, that dad was able to start

making shoes right away.

The first thing we had to do was make a clay mold

of everyone's foot.

- I think I'm finished. Now, let's check it

and see if it's the right size.

- Looks fine.

- Hmm. This looks like a match.

Yes, now let's dip it in the rubber.

Well, here we go.

Our first homemade shoe.

- Dad, I'm all finished making my shoe.

- Yes, that looks like a good job.

Now, when you're finished, Becca

you should dry your shoe over the fire.

- I think it's fun to make shoes, dad.

We should do this everyday.

- Don't stand too close, Becca.

(crackling)

- (cough)

Sure is awful smokey.

I can't wait until our shoes are finished.

I'm going to miss going barefoot, though.

All done.

Uh-oh. Here comes more smoke.

(cough)

What are you going to do with the shoes now?

- Just follow me, Becca, and you'll soon find out.

Now, the next step is to soak them in the brook.

This will wash the remaining clay mold

out of the inside.

- Let me try.

- First, you put the whole mold under water

and take out the stick.

Otherwise, you won't be able to get the inside clean.

Yes, that's right, Becca.

- It's yucky.

- When you're finished, Becca,

make sure your hands are clean.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

it's time for the final and most crucial step

in our shoe experiment.

- I think they look beautiful, dad

- (deep humming)

There. Our first pair of homemade shoes.

Here you go, my dear.

Why don't you try them on and see if they fit.

I know they're not the latest style, but...

- Go on, mom.

- All right.

(grunting)

Oh.

- Yay!

- How do they feel?

- Fine. They fit perfectly. Ah.

In fact, these shoes are so easy to walk in,

my foot doesn't hurt anymore.

These sandals make me feel like

I want to run and jump and dance all around.

♫ La la la la la ♫

(laughter)

(deep laughter)

You did a great job, Earnest.

- [Earnest] You're going to make yourself dizzy, Anna.

- It's great.

- (clapping) Yay!

- (clapping) Wow, you're just like a ballerina.

- Thanks.

- Mom, dad, Jack, Becca, guess what?

I, I finally did it.

- Did what, Fritz?

- Look everyone, a bird.

I finally got a bird. I thought I'd never

get this bow to work, but at last

my practice paid off.

- I'm really proud of you, son.

- Oh, my.

- Yay! Good shooting, Fritz.

- [Earnest] You certainly picked up archery quickly, Fritz.

Tell us the secret of your success.

- I just kept practicing like dad told me to.

(laugh)

(squish)

- Becca, come here.

Let me help you finish your shoes.

- No, I don't need a pair of shoes, mom.

I just want to borrow Fritz's bow

and go hunting for the afternoon.

- Becca, you're too little for Fritz's bow.

What's wrong with the bow that your father

made especially for you?

- It's no fun to use such a puny bow.

For one thing, it doesn't make an arrow fly as far.

(groaning)

(zip)

Hey, that's not bad.

(thunk)

(soft howl)

Sorry about that!

(laugh)

I didn't mean to wake you up, Brewster.

(laugh)

He looks so surprised.

(giggle)

Hey, Brewster, that's not funny.

Give me that back.

Don't run away with it, Brewster.

Give me that arrow back!

Brewster! Brewster!

(laughter)

Come back here.

I didn't mean to hit you, Brewster.

That isn't funny.

I don't want to play this game.

Hey! Aaahhhh!

Oh, come back here you good for nothing dog

or I'll never play with you again.

That's my only arrow.

I don't have any more.

You come back here right now

or you're not going to have any dinner tonight.

Come back here, Brewster!

You mangy mutt!

Come on back here!

♫ Come sail around the world with me

♫ Ride on the waves of the deep blue sea

♫ Float to an island where the days are free

♫ Spend some time with my family.

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson living in the sun