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♫ Come sail around the world with me,

♫ Ride on the waves of the deep blue sea

♫ Roam 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,

♫ Every day 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,

♫ Every day is fun, fun, fun

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson,

♫ Living in the sun

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson,

♫ Every day is fun, fun, fun

♫ Fun, fun, fun

♫ Fun, fun, fun ♫

- [Voiceover] We were just about to get ready for bed,

when it happened again.

(shaking earth)

(birds screeching)

(shouting out)

- Oh dear!

(gasping) - Make it stop!

- It's alright Jack, I'm certain this

will all be over in just a minute.

- It's over!

(sighs in relief)

Ah, that's a relief!

Mother?

(whimpering)

- Mother!

Mother?

Mother!

- What? Oh.

- The shaking has stopped, it's over mother.

The earthquake, it's over!

(sighs in relief)

(giggles)

- Mother's just practicing in case

we have a longer earthquake, right?

- Right. Oh.

- Then, my conclusions are correct.

- Yes, it's the volcano alright.

And we're sittin' astride it.

No telling when it might blow.

Next week or next year.

- Yes. What do you suggest we do?

- Of course we have to leave.

You folks seem a little settled, though.

- We've been trying to get off this island

for a year now, that's why we have the lookout.

And why we built the ship.

- You folks built a ship?

- Yes. Unfortunately, she sank in the same storm

that brought you here.

The waves pulled her offshore

and slammed her onto the reef.

She broke up and sank without a trace.

Had we left that morning,

we would've been caught completely off guard.

- Ernst, please!

You have to tell me everything about the ship!

- Goodnight, mother.

- Goodnight, Fritz.

- Goodnight, mother!

- Goodnight, Becca!

(snores)

(giggles)

- Mother?

- Becca, what is it?

Are you frightened about something?

- No, mother.

I was just wondering when father was coming home.

- He'll be home as soon as he's finished talking

with Mr. Morton.

Now you lay down and try and get some sleep, alright?

- Yes, mother, I will.

- Goodnight, dear.

- You know, there just might be a chance...

Ernst, tell me! Do you think you could build

another ship exactly like the one that sank?

- It wouldn't do any good.

One big wave and it would go down just like before.

- Yes, but could you build it again?

- I think it's possible.

- Do you have any sail cloth?

- [Ernst] If we make good use of our sheets,

we might be able to make a sail.

- Do you have any other cloth around?

- Besides a few blankets, no.

I'm afraid the rest of the sail cloth is under water.

- We'll need the blankets during the night.

- They could also be used as shade

to protect from the sun.

- Mm-hmm. Good point.

(moans softly)

- But what about drinking water?

Can we carry enough?

- A problem of all small ships. Water.

I don't think we can build a ship big enough

to hold all the water we would need on a voyage.

Remember there'll be seven of us, and all thirsty.

- Well then, Mr. Morton.

Do you have any suggestions for us?

- [Morton] Yes, you know those quick cloudbursts

that pass by before they've come?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, doctor, we need to come up with a way

of collecting that rainwater somehow.

That's where more sail cloth would come in handy.

Stretched out over the deck,

it can funnel the rain into buckets!

- That would work.

We'd just need to use something

besides cloth as a collector.

Large leaves, perhaps.

- Well now, enough of this.

I think work should begin tomorrow on our new ship.

- Our ship? Are we all going to Australia, then?

- If you'll have me.

- Well then, it's settled. We begin tomorrow.

- Mm-hmm!

(scoffs)

- Mmm. Hmm.

(playful flutes)

- Mr. Morton? Everyone's ready!

- [Morton] Coming!

(grunts)

- What's this meeting all about, father?

- Well, wait and you'll find out!

- Maybe we're going to elect

a king of the island or something!

- No kings for me. (grunts)

- There's a topic we'd both like to discuss.

And I think Mr. Morton would like to start.

- You tell 'em the idea we've come up with,

and I'll divide the work.

- Mm-hmm. Well, Mr. Morton and I decided last night,

that we need to begin building another ship

as soon as possible.

(gasps)

- But what about the last one?

- I made Mr. Morton aware of our last effort,

and he feels that with his help we can get off this island.

Mr. Morton has a great deal more experience

when it comes to the ocean, therefore,

I would like all of us to follow his instructions

in regards to our preparations to leave.

Now that that's said...

Please explain your plan to the others, Mr. Morton.

- Mm-hmm! Everybody better pay attention.

To begin with, Ernst and the boy will build...

- My name's Fritz.

- Hmph. Ernst and Fritz will build another ship.

A two hull design like the last one.

- What good will that do? That ship sank.

- Don't need to worry about that now, son.

I'll give you other instructions after it's built.

Now, are the two peewees going to do their share?

- Yes, sir! - [Becca] I will!

- You're going to make Jack work, Mr. Morton?

- Of course, Mrs. Robinson.

He'll work like everyone else!

Nothing too hard, he'll stay with the girl.

Teach him some responsibility.

- [Ernst] Anna?

- Huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh. Jack may help you, Mr. Morton.

- I'm ready for your instructions!

- Mr. Morton, me too!

- I want you to go collect rubber from trees,

you know how to do that?

- Yes, right!

- That's right!

- [Morton] Good, 'cause we're going to

need about a barrel of it.

- What? A barrel?

- You have plenty of time,

we'll need it when the ship is completed.

- So you're going to use the rubber on the boat?

- Yes. Alright Tommy, I need you to gather

up coconuts and separate the fibers from them.

Get as many as you can.

- Yes, Mr. Morton!

- That's it. Each of you have your jobs,

and I want you to begin them immediately.

- I beg your pardon, Mr. Morton.

But you've forgotten to give me a job.

- Ma'am, I did not forget to give you a job.

- What?

- Those are all the jobs we need doing right now.

- Anna? You're still in charge of this voyage's

food preparation. That's an awful lot to do.

- I suppose, and of course the farm.

- Mr. Morton, what are you going to do?

- Who, me? Why, I'm the one in charge!

I'm the supervisor!

- Oh, I'm sorry. Hmm.

(laughs)

- I don't get it, what's so funny?

- [Voiceover] Father, how about this one?

- Yes, it's big enough.

- It's an awful lot of work.

Do you think we can do it again?

- Well, I can't say if we'll be successful

this time or not, Fritz. But we have to try.

(grunts in exertion)

(saw grinding)

- We're going to be here for a while.

- There! Good!

- Oh, one more rubber tree.

Jack, please bring me another bowl, alright?

- Alright!

Here!

Here you are Becca! - [Becca] Thanks!

- [Becca] Huh? What?

(shouts in fright)

- [Jack] What's the matter Becca?

- Get it out of here, Jack! Get that thing away from me!

- It's gone!

- Are you sure?

- Jack, you're going to pay for putting that in my coconut!

- But Becca, I just...

I was just took it from the thing over there, I didn't...

- Really?

- Really Becca, I didn't see any lizard. (scoffs)

- Well...

Bring me another one after you've looked in it, alright?

- Right!

- While Jack and I collected the sap

from the rubber trees,

Tom-Tom was busy following his instructions from Mr. Morton.

(pleasant tropical beat)

(grunts in exertion)

Mother was starting her food preparations, too.

(chopping)

- [Anna] Mr. Morton, Ernst and Fritz are the other way.

- I'm just goin' for a walk.

If Ernst asks, tell him I'll be back later.

- I'll be sure to do that, Mr. Morton.

What a strange individual.

And where could he be going with that rope?

(gasping)

- Where's Mr. Morton going with father's boat?

Hey there! Mr. Morton!

Where are you going?!

That's strange. Let's go, Jack.

- Yeah!

(grunts in exertion)

(water splashing)

- [Becca] We weren't sure where he was going,

and we didn't have time to find out.

Our trees needed us first.

(grunting and splashing)

(grunting and sawing)

- Time for a break, father?

- Yes, i think you've got a good idea there.

(sighs in pleasure)

- We're becoming old hands at this, aren't we?

- Yes, we know enough to become ships' carpenters.

(laughs)

- Next ship I see, I'll ask for an application.

(laughs loudly)

- I'll apply myself, but we'll have to make sure

they're going all the way to Australia,

there's no sense in stopping halfway.

We've already done that.

Hey, Fritz, listen.

We'll make it this time.

I've come halfway around the world to see Australia,

and I'm going to see it.

Will you come with me?

- Mm-hmm. I will. Right with you.

- Where're you hiding, huh?

Show yourself...

The doc said it was on this spot.

I'd better see for myself.

(clothes rustling)

Here goes!

(loud splash)

(bubbling and swishing)

(muted birdsong)

(sudden splash)

(loud splash)

(gasping for air)

Blimey Morton, you've got to find it.

(splash)

(birdsong)

- [Voiceover] When I heard the big crash in

the distance, I knew father and Fritz had knocked

over their tree. That was the easy part.

(sawing)

- This seems to be a little longer

than the last one, father.

- Right, we've got two more people this time.

And we have to bring extra food and water.

- What about Mr. Morton? Why isn't he helping?

Does he expect us to swim all the way? Where is he?

- He's gone swimming.

(loud laughter)

He'll be with us. Why don't you take over?

- Mm-hmm.

(grunting and sawing)

- [Voiceover] Put it in the bucket, Becca!

There.

- Go check another tree, Jack.

- Mm-hmm, alright.

Look out, rubber stuff! Here I come!

Hey!

(whimpers and shouts)

Help, Becca!

- What's the matter, Jack?

- Right there, it's after me.

- What's after you?

Oh, that's just a little caterpillar.

(grunts) - [Jack] Oh.

- Boy, what a silly little thing to be scared of.

- I wasn't as scared as you,

you were a big chicken when you saw that nice lizard!

- So you think I'm a big chicken, huh?

(bawks) (screams)

- Stop it Becca!

(screaming)

- How do you like your big chicken now?

Big bad chicken's gonna get you!

(giggles)

(birdsong)

(bubbling)

- Oh!

(intense, dramatic music)

(playful flutes)

- [Voiceover] When it comes to finding tropical island food,

Tom-Tom knows more than any of us.

Even my mother had a lot to learn from him.

(chopping)

- [Voiceover] Tom-Tom!

- Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Robinson.

- Why, good afternoon, I've brought you lunch.

- Thanks!

- Hmm. What's this?

(mock chewing)

To eat? Mmm. Tom-Tom, what is this?

- Bread. Bread fruit!

- Hmm. Now that you mention it, that's what it tastes like!

I don't suppose you've seen any butter fruit around,

that would go good with this.

- No, not me.

- I'm kidding!

Is that for me?

- Bread fruit for your family.

- I'm sure everyone will enjoy this very much, thank you.

Oh, Tom-Tom, is Mr. Morton here?

- No.

- Do you know where he is?

- He's in the canoe.

- Is he? I saw him with a rope,

I wonder what in the world he could be up to.

(muted bubbling)

(grunts in exertion)

- Eight, nine...

ten, eleven...

(hums)

Mr. Morton has not come back.

He told me only half a day will he be gone

with the little boat.

Half day meal is still here.

(snaps)

(grunting in exertion)

(intense, dramatic music)

(gasps)

(gasps for air)

- Got to make it back to the rocks.

(splashing and grunting)

(panting)

- [Becca] We had no idea that Mr. Morton

needed our help. For that matter,

no one even knew what he was doing

Except Tom-Tom.

Where are you going in such a hurry?

- Mr. Morton not come back yet.

- What do you mean?

Where's he gone to?

(splash)

I don't see anything yet.

Ah, wait a minute.

- [Becca] What is it father?

- Do you see something, Ernst?

- Yes, but I don't see Mr. Morton. Yet.

That's our canoe alright.

Something must have gone wrong.

- Dear, what are you going to do?

- The same thing Tom-Tom is doing. Here, hold these.

- [Fritz] I'm coming too, father.

- Mm-hmm.

(dramatic music)

(splashing)

- Mr. Morton?

Ah. Mr. Morton, Mr. Morton!

Oh, Mr. Morton! Please, please.

No die, please.

- Let me, Tom-Tom.

- Alright.

(grunting)

- [Fritz] How is he, father? Is he alright?

- Mm-hmm. Well, not to worry.

I think he'll be fine.

- Good!

- [Fritz] I'm glad he's going to be alright.

What do you think happened to him, father?

- It looks like exhaustion, perhaps from diving too long.

- I see...

- I think father's trying to get our attention.

I see Mr. Morton!

- He's all right!

- Ah, he said he's all right.

- That's wonderful!

- Hooray!

(moans)

- Ah, Mr. Morton.

- It's alright, Mr. Morton, you're safe now.

(moaning)

Don't try to move, just rest for a while.

- Get rope.

(confused gasps)

- Mr. Morton, what do you mean, get rope?

- I think he means this rope, father.

- [Morton] Pull it up...

- Alright.

- Here. Mr. Morton, tell us,

what do you have on the end of this rope?

(gasps)

Tom-Tom, come and help us.

(grunting and panting)

Pull!

Don't quit now, boys, come on. Pull!

Well, I'll be.

- Well look at that, father!

- Look, it's our old sail!

Good work!

- I'm in need of a sail to get off this island,

Mr. Robinson. Not applause. That you can bet.

- [Becca] I still can't believe it.

Mr. Morton dove all the way down to the bottom of the sea,

just to get our sail back?

- Yes. He's rescued our sail and agreed to have dinner

at our home, all in the same day.

- I only said that I would come to dinner,

I didn't say I would eat anything! Hmph!

I might leave! (giggles)

- Oh, Mr. Morton, I will insist that you try something.

I didn't do any of the preparing, though.

Tom-Tom did.

- Tommy?

- That's right. He told me that you had never tasted

this delicacy, and that you might like it.

So on behalf of Tom-Tom,

I will insist that you try this bread fruit.

- Bah!

- I think he likes it!

- My dear, you simply must stop pretending to be

such a bad person. Attempting to cover up good

deeds with a bad temper, really, Mr. Morton?

- Bad temper? I've got a good temper!

And I don't do good deeds!

- Becca dear, I'm having a little trouble following this.

Would you please explain what Mr. Morton just said?

- Certainly, father. Mr. Morton said that he never did

any good deeds with a temper.

- Thank you, Becca. That's what I thought.

- No, he said bad deeds were done with good tempers.

(laughs)

What do you do when you're depressed, sing?

(loud laughter)

- No respect here.

(laughter)

- [Voiceover] Even though he doesn't want

anyone to know it, Mr. Morton has become a very

good friend of our family.

And those are the people we all need, friends!

♫ Come sail around the world with me,

♫ Ride on the waves of the deep blue sea

♫ Roam to an island where the days are free,

♫ Spend some time with my family

♫ The Swiss Family Robinson,

♫ Living in the sun

(loud piano notes)