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Last week, as you
recall, the incorrigible Dr. Smith

had once again slipped away from his
assigned chores at the campsite.

At this moment, however,

neither he nor the other members
of our space family were aware

that they were shortly to encounter
an incredible mechanical creature

from a far distant,
alien world.

Don's been looking
all over for you.

He wants you to help him with
some work at the drill site.

Work? But, my dear,
I am working.

Um, and just what,
may I ask, are you doing?

Sit down, my dear,
and I'll show you.

Now, then,
what do you see up there?

Nothing.
Precisely.

But when there is
something up there,

a rescue mission perhaps,

I'll be the one to see it
and quickly alert the camp.

Oh, Dr. Smith.
You're incredible.

Absolutely incredible.

Indeed. Don't you ever want
to leave this ghastly planet?

Of course, I do.

But it's living in a dream world, Dr.
Smith, to ever think

a rescue mission from Earth
can ever find us here.

Perhaps not from Earth.

But at this point, I'd welcome
any form of intelligent life

that might conceivably
help us.

Hands across outer space,
so to speak.

I think I'd better let you
get back to your work.

Oh, yes, yes, my dear.

Eternal vigilance, yes.

Approach of alien object.

Oh, do be still. Can't you
see I'm trying to relax?

Another word, and I'll
remove your power pack.

Keep away from me!

Get away from me. Get away.
Oh, please, please.

I'll do anything you want.
Only, let me go.

You're doing the right thing.

I could be of great
assistance to you.

You'll never have cause
to regret this, believe me.

I'm a man of superior intelligence.
You'll see.

Inside the spaceship.
Quickly! Quickly!

What's the matter,
Dr. Smith?

Never mind. Just do as I say. Come along.
Do you want us all to be disintegrated?

Help! Where is everyone?
I need help!

All right, Smith.
What's the matter?

There's not a moment
to spare.

Arm yourselves. Oh, don't just stand there.
We're in imminent danger.

Smith, take it easy!

At any moment,
we may be attacked

by a veritable horde
of mechanical monsters.

What?
What sort of monsters?

A description
defies my imagination.

All right, Doctor.
How many monsters?

All I saw was the one
that captured me,

but my instinct tells me there were others
about, perhaps hundreds, thousands.

You doubt my word?
Well, let me inform you, sir,

that I have extrasensory
perception in regard to danger.

I can tell the...

It's here!

I see it!

Oh, it's just
a little thing.

It doesn't look
so dangerous to me.

Whose opinion are you gonna take,
that of a mere child or mine?

Thank heaven, we're at least
safe from the monster in here.

What do you suppose it is, Dad?
I don't know.

We'll take a closer look
on the monitor.

It's dematerializing.

What?
It's dematerializing.

Dad, look.

How did it do that?
That's impossible.

Careful. Careful.
It might suddenly attack.

Will!

It's deactivated.

Probably the result
of you touching it.

We'll take it to the lab and examine it.
Yes, sir.

Where are you going?

Uh, to my quarters
for a rest.

I've had all the excitement
I need for one day.

I'm sorry, Doctor, but we'll
need your help in the lab.

You can give us the benefit of some of
your overly intelligent observations.

Come on.

All right.
Change the antenna.

Apparently, the central control unit
is run by a selective computer,

giving it a, sort of,
free choice.

But that still doesn't explain how
it moved right through the hatch.

Some kind of
matter transfer.

"Matter transfer"?

There used to be a wild theory
that molecular structure

could be broken down and
reassembled at another point.

Maybe, it's not
so wild anymore.

We can be sure
of one thing.

Whatever sent that is an extremely
intelligent form of life.

I strongly suggest you destroy
this diabolical machine at once.

Why'? It's not doing us
any harm.

As always, you speak with the
trusting innocence of youth.

Who knows the evil purpose of
this outlandish contraption?

No, Will is right.

This is nothing more than
a harmless data computer.

Geologic samples.

Probably takes atmospheric
ones as well.

What do you think, Don?

Someone or somethings
making tests to determine

whether this planet's conducive
to another form of life.

You mean,
we might have visitors?

"Invaders"
would be a better word.

Again, I suggest you destroy
this thing immediately.

Good thinking. Once again, our good
doctor has the solution to the problem...

Destroy it.

My primary concern has always been
for the welfare and survival of all.

You're a self-centered,
selfish individual

whose primary concern
is only one thing.

Himself.
And you...

All right, that's enough
out of both of you.

What do you think
we should do, Dad?

Nothing,
for the time being.

Tomorrow morning,
Don and I will scout around.

Maybe, we can find
something new.

Mark my words.

If you don't destroy this monstrous thing
at once, ruin and disaster will follow.

We will all suffer
a horrible fate.

That is my final word
on the subject.

Now, I'm going to the galley to
satisfy the needs of the inner man.

He's too much. Too much.

Beside me, Will. We shall share
this glorious moment together.

Maureen?
Be right there.

Well...
Oh, boy!

That's what I call a cake.
Isn't that a beauty?

Where are the girls?

I sent them to the hydroponic garden
to get us some vegetables for dinner.

Uh, madam, lam fully aware that
you assigned that task to me.

I failed to accomplish it,
however,

because of the arrival
of that mechanical monster.

Oh, well, that's all right, Dr.
Smith. The girls can do it.

Ah, yes.

Did you learn anything, dear?
No, I'm afraid not much.

Well, it certainly resembles
a large bug.

Hardly a plaything.

And as a food product, it would
prove to be quite indigestible.

Smith, where's the robot?

You took him with you
into the garden, didn't you?

It's probably still there.

Dr. Smith was so anxious
to warn us about the crab

that he didn't have time
to bring him back.

Thank you, my boy.

As soon as I have my
cake, I'll bring him back.

Ah, yes, the cake.

Mrs. Robinson, would you make
my portion a generous one?

I feel that I shall need all my
strength for the days to come.

Well, I'll try to
remember that, Dr. Smith.

Thank you.

Oh, no!
You see?

I told you we were dealing
with a cruel adversary.

Cruel, Dr. Smith?
We have no proof of that.

They probably just wanted
the cake for a specimen.

What happens when they decide
they need a human for a specimen?

We've searched
the whole area.

Don't you think we should
head back to the ship?

It's obvious
we're gonna have visitors.

I wanna know how and where
they're planning to land.

Let's try over there.

Hello there.

I'm William Robinson
from the planet Earth.

I'm a friend.
Can't you talk?

Is there anything you want me
to do for you?

Dad!
Will!

What are you doing here?

I saw this beam of light.

And you thought you'd go
over and investigate?

I'm sorry, Dad.

Now, listen, Will.

From now on,
before you leap into anything,

I want you to stop,
think and consult me.

Yes, sir.

Now, what's this about
a beam of light?

It was over there,
but it disappeared.

And now, there's
a kind of man there,

and some scientific equipment.

Let's take a look.

He's gone.

What do you make of it?

Some sort of
matter transfer device.

That would account
for the beam of light.

This must be a regenerator that
reassembles the molecular structure.

But what happened to the man?

I don't know, Will.

When he wants
to contact us, he will.

I hope it's soon.

That would depend on whether
he's a friend or an enemy.

Let's get back
to the ship.

Oh, did you
find out anything?

It seems we have visitors
on this planet.

Really?

Did you see
any of them, Dad?

No, but Will did.

Apparently they came in
with equipment on a maser...

Matter transference again.
Oh.

I wonder why they haven't
come to meet us.

Because their purpose is
to destroy us, that's why.

Our visitors are probably as concerned
about us as we are about them, Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith programmed
the robot to compute the crab.

Well, is that so?

You've been underestimating
my capabilities, Dr. Robinson.

Never mind the backslapping.
Activate the robot.

What can you tell us about the people
who have just landed on this planet?

It is indicated that they
are warm-blooded mammalians.

They are approximately
1.8 meters in height,

and weigh approximately
80 kilograms.

How many have arrived so far?

As yet, there is only one.

What about their
respiratory system?

It is impossible to supply
further data from this subject.

That's all he can tell us.

Whoever they are, they've
shown no hostility to us.

Now remember, we're to treat our
visitors with friendliness and kindness.

I particularly want to stress
that point to you, Dr. Smith.

Have no fear.

I shall roll out my red carpet,
and regard them as royalty.

Look!

There's another one.

It seems that two more unexpected
problems have dropped in on us.

It's positively
raining aliens.

If you were endowed with
emotions, my mechanical friend,

you would, no doubt, be filled with
curiosity about why we're here.

Well, I'll tell you.

We're going to the campsite
of the alien visitors.

The question's obvious. Why?

Because they are people of a
superior intellect, and so am I.

You have yet to answer
the question.

One reason is that
we have so much in common.

They will get along well
with me and I with them.

We can be of great help
to each other.

One hand washing the other,
as you have said.

Exactly.

All right,
my metallic crustacean.

Go back where you came from.

And you, my friend.

You will await
my return here.

Hello.

How do you do?
I'm Zachary Smith,

Dr. Zachary Smith.

Ah, well, I suppose handshaking
is not the custom everywhere.

I want to speak to you about something
which is of the utmost urgency to us both,

if you'll permit me.

Now, tell me. How many people
do you expect to land here?

How many will come?

I see... Thousands.

If only I could
make you understand.

Now, please try
to follow me carefully.

I want to help you.

I'm quite familiar
with this planet.

I know all the rocks
and caves on it.

You will require some Kind of
officers in your government?

Men who know the territory,
and can control the natives?

I would like to offer my
services in this capacity.

So sorry, my friend. I don't
trust you that much, as yet.

If you take another step,
I'll shoot.

Just remember,

you started this fight.

Hi.

Don't be afraid.
I'm a friend.

Did you arrive
on that beam of light?

Where are the others
who came with you?

My name is Will.
What's yours?

Don't you understand me?

Hey, wait a minute.

I was only trying
to be friends.

He was just like us, except
he dressed differently.

You know something?

It's extremely possible that they
came here to accomplish what

we originally set out to do.

You mean, to find a planet
suitable for colonization?

Mm-hmm.

We know they require the same
atmospheric conditions we need.

I don't think we have anything
to worry about.

The boy was real friendly.

Which only proves that you're too young
to be a good judge of character.

It so happens that I've just paid a
visit to the campsite of the enemy.

What do you mean, "the enemy"?

Their attitude was hardly what
I would consider hospitable.

Decidedly aggressive,
as a matter of fact.

Will met one of their boys.

He had a little trouble
communicating with him.

I had no difficulty
whatsoever.

For instance, I've learned that an
infinite number of their species

are due to arrive.

We will be a pitiful handful against
thousands dedicated to our destruction.

I just can't believe it.

I could tell
we liked each other.

An alien race, Will.

Their emotional responses could be
the direct opposite of our own.

A laugh could mean
deep hatred,

while a frown could be the
friendliest of expressions.

Dr. Smith, I don't want you to
go near that campsite again.

I don't know what
that would accomplish.

They obviously know
where we are,

and when they wanna
contact us, they will.

In the meantime, there's every chance
that we can live in peace with them,

provided we don't spoil it
by acting prematurely.

You're making a mistake.

We are dealing with a hostile,
aggressive people.

We must act immediately.
Force is all they understand.

Smith,

have you ever, in your life,
had a good thought?

lam a realistic man, Major.

Only a fool closes
his eyes to the truth.

But let's examine
the situation, shall we?

You think our visitors
are friendly.

All right.
Suppose they are.

But how long do you think
that will last?

On the one hand,
tens of thousands of aliens,

and on the other hand,
ourselves.

Eventually, we will
become the curiosities,

outlandish creatures to be
pointed out and stared at.

Freaks, animals... That's what
we will appear to be to them.

And then what do you think
will happen?

They'll put us into cages.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!
See the strange creatures.

"Watch them eat, drink, sleep!

"Only a quarter, folks!"

Oh, Dr. Smith, please. Do sit
down and have some dinner.

Thank you, no, madam.

Although I am a condemned man,
I cannot eat a hearty meal.

Hi.

What's that?

What does it do?

You mean,
you wanna play catch?

You want me to throw it away?

All right, if that's
the way you want it.

Hey, that's great! You can
play catch by yourself.

Excuse me. You'd better
take this back now.

You want me to keep it?

I appreciate your offer,
but I really can't accept it.

What's wrong?

There's a cave up ahead. Maybe if you
rest a while, you'll feel better.

Oh, Dad.
That's the way it is.

John, you know, Will should
have been back by now.

Oh, he'll be back
any moment now.

You know Will.

He has to stop and examine
every rock formation he sees.

I told him to be back
in an hour.

It's not like him
to disobey me, unless...

Unless something
happened,huh?

Oh, I'm just being a mother.

He's probably
on his way home right now.

Darling?

You want me
to go look for him?

No.

No, I'm sure he's all right.

It won't do any harm
to go get him.

I'll call Don.
We'll leave now.

All right.
Thank you, dear.

How do you feel?

It's getting dark out.

Our parents
will be worried about us.

There's nothing
we can do but wait.

It's getting late. We'd better
find Will before it gets dark.

What time is it?

1,932 hours.

I mean the real time,

not that ridiculous
space jargon.

It is 32 minutes past seven.

Well past seven,

and our little Will
still hasn't returned, eh?

One might almost
suspect foul play.

Existing evidence does not
bear out that supposition.

Evidence? What do I
care about evidence?

I need every tool
at my disposal.

Those aliens will have us in cages
if we don't destroy them first.

Existing evidence
does not...

Oh, shut up.

If the Robinsons were
to believe that their son

was in the hands
of the aliens,

they might finally take
the necessary action.

Where emotion is involved,
evidence is not required.

Only the right word in the
right ear at the right time.

Don't look at me like that.

I do not look.

I only stand.

You're probably thinking,
"What kind of man would use

"a parent's love
for his own preservation?"

And you're exactly right.

My kind of man.

Dad will be back any minute.
And Will with him. I know it.

Well, well.

What a delightful picture.

Two of the loveliest ladies
on this planet,

or any other planet,
for that matter.

I seem to detect
an aura of anxiety.

What seems
to be the problem?

Will hasn't come back yet.

I presume the male members of this
household have gone off in search of him?

I'm sure they'll find him.

I add my fervent hopes
to your own, dear lady.

You know, Mrs. Robinson,
you're an admirable woman.

A unique spirit, a pioneer
spirit from days of old.

Why do you say that?

Why? Because it's true.

Who knows what terrible misfortune
has befallen your young son.

Why, at this very moment, he may be in
the clutches of some sinister being,

suffering indescribable torture.
Stop it!

But do you weep? Do you bewail the
fate of your only male offspring?

Oh, no.
Like the true Spartan woman,

you face adversity
undaunted, unflinching.

There's no reason to believe
that he's at the alien camp.

Besides, they wouldn't harm him anyway.
He's only a little boy.

Who knows?

After all, they are beings
from an unknown world.

They might do nothing.
But on the other hand...

I dare not face the prospect.

Our only course of action is armed
confrontation with the enemy.

Mom, Dad's back!

I'd like to offer
a suggestion.

You're wasting
your time, Major.

If you had asked me, I could
have told you where Will is.

Is that so?
Now, where would that be?

You know perfectly well.

He's at the alien campsite.

Just for once, Smith, keep
your opinions to yourself.

Well, well. Temper.

Ever since those
aliens landed,

you've been telling us
what great danger we're in.

Well, maybe we are. But until
something happens, shut up.

Raising your voice does
nothing to alter the facts.

If Will is not at the
alien camp, where is he?

Shove off or I...

Your dinner's getting cold.

I'm not
particularly hungry.

Neither am I.

I'll help you clean up, Mom.

Oh, that's all right, dear.
You don't need to.

It's all right.
I don't mind.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

You always know when I
have a problem, don't you?

It's an instinct
all mothers have.

Come on. Sit down.
Tell me about it.

Well, I was talking
to Dr. Smith.

He says we're making a terrible mistake
by not going to the aliens' camp,

and getting Will.

He says that every minute
we wait increases the danger.

Well, I already know
what Dr. Smith thinks.

Is that all that's
troubling you?

Mom,

I think he's right.

Well, maybe he is.

I just don't know.

I talked to Judy about it.
She feels the same way I do.

I guess we'd better
clear the table.

You go ahead and start.

I'll be back
in a few minutes.

I'm not asleep.

I know you weren't.

I was just waiting
for you to tell me.

I was thinking about Will.

So was everybody else.

Especially you.

John...

Maybe, you should go
to the alien camp.

I thought of that, too.

One moment, it's yes...

Next, no.

You see,
if we were on Earth,

I'd know exactly
how to handle this situation.

But this alien world,

with alien people,

and alien morality...
I know.

It'd be just too easy
to make mistakes.

And I wouldn't want to do anything
that we'd all be sorry for later.

What are you doing
up this late?

Trying to keep
my mind off Will.

I know what you mean.

How's Maureen taking it?

About as well as
could be expected.

She wants me to go
to the alien camp.

You know,
as much as I hate to admit it,

Smith could be right.

Well, then why haven't they tried
outright aggression before this?

Will said the boy he met
appeared to be friendly.

He didn't meet the parents.

No.

It seems that youngsters
from everywhere can get along.

It's the adults who are always
at each other's throats.

What can we do?

Well, I hate to start a fight,
but if I have to, I will.

Look, it'll be dawn
in a few hours.

When it is,
we'll go to the camp.

Better get some sleep.

And another thing.

As soon as we leave, activate
the force field and leave it.

All right, I will.

This is ridiculous,
absolutely ridiculous.

Quit stalling
and get a move on.

I protest
most strenuously.

Professor Robinson, will you kindly
explain why it was necessary

to wake me up from a sound
sleep at this hour?

We're going to
the alien campsite.

I heartily approve the action.
What has that to do with me?

You're going with us,
Doctor.

Me?

Did you say "me"?

We'll need you
to show us the way.

I could draw you
a simple map.

No, no, no, no, no.

Besides, three armed men
are better than two.

"Armed"?

You keep telling us how
dangerous they are, don't you?

You brought a gun for the good doctor?
That's right.

I'm a scientist,
not a fighting man.

Well, then, you can come
along for moral support.

But if there's trouble,
I'll only be in the way.

Dr. Smith,
you're going with us.

Come along.

Don?
Mm-hmm?

Never mind.

I'm gonna try
and get you home.

It's just beyond
those rocks.

There it is.

All right, let's go.

Perhaps, I should stay here
and offer protective cover.

You're coming
with us, Dr. Smith.

Go on.

All right.
I'm going. I'm going.

I'll go in alone and try
to communicate with him.

And remember, no shooting
unless he starts.

Is he crazy?
He's at their mercy.

I'm looking for a boy.

A boy.

It doesn't seem
to be going too well.

If there's any indication
of danger, we shoot.

Just take it easy.

She's gonna shoot!

I said no shooting.
I saved your life.

You just lost your nerve.

What do we do now?
I don't know.

It's coming from
just ahead of us.

I'll be right back.

Will, where have you been?

I couldn't get back.

The alien boy got sick,
and I had to stay with him.

None of this would've happened
if it hadn't been for you.

I couldn't walk off
and just leave him alone, sir.

That's all right.

Where's the boy now?

I left him back there.

That doesn't alter the fact that
we're in danger of our lives.

The aliens don't wanna fight.
They want their boy.

They must've thought
we had him.

Yes, and we thought
they had Will.

How do we tell 'em
we were both mistaken?

I'm gonna bring
their boy back to them.

No, you can't.

They'll think
we had him all along.

They'll kill you.

I'll get the boy,

and no matter what happens
this time, no shooting.

I'm going with you.
No, I'll go alone.

Now, listen.

Somebody has to be out there
with you in case your ideas

on universal brotherhood
don't work out.

They'd better work out. You Know,
Smith's right about one thing.

Before long, there'll be
thousands of them down here.

This is our only chance
to survive with them.

If there were only some way
we could talk to them.

What are you doing?

I just wanna be sure you don't make
things any worse than they already are.

Don't be frightened.

I just want to help you.

Don't be frightened.
I wanna help you.

All right?

All right.

What are you waiting for?

John said not to shoot.

No! No!

Will, get out of here!

They're gone.

I still think we
could've done something.

When you sneezed, Will,
you contaminated the air.

But the antibiotics
cured my friend.

Sure. Till he catches
the common cold again.

See, Will, the Taurons have no
resistance to our diseases.

They had to go.

And they won't be back.

Well, I, for one,
am glad to see them go.

What's that?

It's a ball.
My friend gave it to me.

Composed of some
unknown substance?

Obviously
it doesn't bounce.

Throw it, Dr. Smith.

Well, now what's
supposed to happen?

The ball
comes back to you.

It works!
Now you tell me.

Come on, let's go.

Get your ball, Will.
Okay.

Ahh.

You see, Will,
even as a boy your age,

I was determined
to be a scientist.

Believe me, there is
no worthier ambition.

How gratifying it is to work
for the betterment of mankind,

to strive
for the unattainable.

How about doing a little
striving on this engine?

I am a scientist,
not a menial mechanic.

You're a four-star
goldbrick, Smith.

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,

but your words
can never harm me.

Maybe, I can get
faster results this way.

There is no need
for belligerence.

You have my cooperation.

The bad unit is in the
centrifugal repressor, Don.

Well, see if
you can replace it.

I await your orders,
mon capitaine.

We have to put a new fuel pack
in the chariot.

Your wish is my command, sir.

It's over there.

Aye, aye, sir.
And handle it carefully.

That fuel could explode
on contact with air.

Never fear.

Smith is here.

I don't know why we even
bother with him, Will.

Dr. Smith has
some good qualities.

I've yet to find any.

I can't carry this thing
by myself.

Come on.
It's not that heavy.

Put it in back of the chariot.
I'll hook it up later.

A man of my talents being
used as a beast of burden.

If you have no
further use for me,

I shall return to my
quarters on the Jupiter 2.

A great feeling of weariness seems
to have taken possession of my body.

You're always tired
and hungry.

That's your natural state.

Don, do you smell something?

The fuel pack! Get back!
It could explode any second!