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[ Man Narrating ]
Last week, as you recall...

Will and Dr. Smith had climbed
up to a plateau of cosmic dust...

to investigate
a strange, glowing light...

little dreaming that
it was soon to lead them...

on an unbelievable journey
through space.

I thought we'd never
reach this plateau.

That mountain must be 20,000 feet high
at the very least.

[ Gasping ]
I could hardly breathe at that altitude.

It's only a hundred feet higher
than the campsite, Dr. Smith.

- I checked it.
- Oh, then there must be
something in the atmosphere...

that affects my asthma.

Well, do you see it?

No. But it's gotta be around here
somewhere. I remember that rock.

Now, tell me again.
What did you actually see?

Well, it was about sundown,
and I saw something glinting.

Never mind the glinting.
Tell me about the colors.

They were all
silvery and gold.

Ah, yes.
Obviously an outcrop...

of a very rare and precious metal,
leading to a mother lode.

That's not what Dad thought
when I told him about it.

Just some iron pyrite,
so I guess that's all it is.

Indeed. Your father's knowledge
of geology leaves much to be desired.

I'm a pretty good geologist.

Of course you are,
my boy.

And you'll be a good deal better,
Will, when we prove...

that what you saw
confirms my own theory.

Now, climb up on that rock
and see if you can locate it.

- Well, have you spotted it?
- Not yet.

- Can't you see anything?
- [ Chuckles ] Well, I see the Jupiter.

And there's Mom and Penny.
They're doing the washing.

Spare me the dreary domestic story.
Look for that outcrop.

- [ Will ] Golly!
- What is it? Do you see it?

- I see it!
- Where? Where? Show me!

[ Will ]
It's over that way!

You'd better be
careful, Dr. Smith.

Dad thought there might be
cosmic dust pits on this plateau...

with no bottom.

Nonsense, my boy.
In the interest of science...

one's personal safety
is of no consequence.

[ Screaming ]

[ Grunting, Screaming ]

so-- so don't panic!

I'm not panicking!
I'm not panicking!

- Just get me out of here!
- [ Grunting ]

Oh! Oh, thank goodness.

- Ohh! Ohh!
- If this plant hadn't been here...

there's no telling how far down
you might've dropped.

That's why cosmic dust pits
are so dangerous.

Just spare me the preachments.
Help me up, my boy.

Aah!
Oh, thank goodness.

Oh, what do we do now?

- We jump across it.
- Jump?

Sure.

- Careful.
- It's not too tough. Watch me.

[ Screams ]

Here. Come on.
It's easy.

Agility, like youth,
is wasted on children.

- I cannot do it, and I will not do it.
- Dr. Smith.

- No!
- Jump.

[ Screaming ]

Oh! The things I do
in the interest of science.

Now, my boy, let's not
waste any more time in idle chatter.

We must find that outcrop.
Come along.

You're lagging, Will.
Where's your stamina?

Will. Will, look.

It's just
decomposed granite.

It's not even shining.

Fool's gold.
Nothing but an optical illusion.

But we must have seen
something shining.

Dr. Smith,
look at this!

It's funny we never received
any signals before.

- I wonder where it came from.
- Don't get too close, Will.

If it contaminates you,
you'll contaminate me...

- and before you know it--
- [ Spaceship Whirring ]

[ Dr. Smith ] As you can plainly see,
Will's urgent summons...

that you come here
was really quite unnecessary.

His having seen a precious metal
was nothing but a mirage.

He never said it was
precious metal, Doctor.

And that ship--
That ship certainly is no mirage.

Well, it's of no
earthly use to me.

Well, why does everything have
to have an earthly use, Doctor?

Don't let him answer that,
or we'll be standing here hours...

listening to the miseries
of a galactic castaway.

Major, you irk me.

I wonder what kind of a guidance
and propulsion system it has.

Well, I got a quick look
at it when the hatch was opened.

It's compact
as a protein pill.

That's really compact. Let's see what
you make of this protein pill, Robot.

No involved, polysyllabic
jargon, if you please.

Just simple, basic facts
that we can all understand.

Just simple, basic facts
that we can all understand.

Design guidance
and propulsion systems...

of extragalactic
special delivery vehicle...

indicate unlimited
thrust, scope and speed.

I wonder
what it delivers.

Well, maybe the extragalactic
special delivery mail.

It does, as such, conform to
a space relay station.

How 'bout digging
a little deeper, Robot?

And clearer, you
garrulous gargoyle.

Space capability
of vehicle--

subject to errors
inherent in my...

limited extragalactic
experience.

May reach velocity
of light squared.

Squared?
Why, that's impossible.

Vehicle capable of
circumnavigating the universe.

Space penetration
is possible...

up to and including
the sixth dimension.

- Warning!
- Yes?

Unpredictable modifications
in cell structure...

are a hazard of such
multidimensional space flight.

Wow.

- That's some pill. [ Chuckles ]
- That's right.

Till we know more about it,
I suggest that no one get close to it.

We'll bring out some testing equipment
in the morning.

- Let's go back to camp.
- I'll be right there.

All right.

What a remarkable
vehicle.

I wonder what else
it can do.

Well, if you know how to work it,
it can get you...

wherever you want to go
in nothing flat.

- Isn't that enough?
- Ample--

that is, if I knew more
about navigating it.

Is it very complicated,
my encyclopedic friend?

- Very compact.
- Tell me more.

Its design is
simplicity itself.

Getting better all the time.
How simple?

What do you want from me?
Blood?

- [ Chuckles ]
- Spare me the self-pity!

Now, move in closer
and let me have the answer.

Dr. Smith, Dad didn't want any of us
getting too close.

Is this scurrilous scatterbrain
to be considered one of us?

Indeed, he is not.
He is here to obey my orders. Move.

- I'm waiting.
- Me too.

You cowardly clump.
You're not close enough.

Now advance and let
yourself be recognized.

Find out how it works!

- Dr. Smith, I just don't--
- Quiet, my boy. I'm in command here. Move!

[ Voice Shouting
In Alien Language ]

What is it saying?

Computers require
readjustment to alien tongue.

But tone of voice indicates
a warning of some kind.

Then readjust. Quickly.

Dr. Smith! He fired
some sort of ray at him!

I knew we shouldn't
let him get too close.

Dear boy, I wouldn't say
anything about this to anyone.

We can put him back together
again in the morning.

Will, I really don't think
we should stay here any longer!

Something is very wrong. I don't
like it. Come along, Will. Come along.

You're okay now.

Do you know
what happened to you?

Inaccurate
wavelength adjustment...

initiated hostile reaction.

The error was mine,
due to...

limited extragalactic
experience.

Well, we'll try again tomorrow,
if it's still here.

I sure hope it is.

Do you know what
that's all about?

Specifically,
negative.

But assumption is
that extragalactic vehicle...

is in "go" condition
for liftoff.

Golly!

Will Robinson
to extragalactic control.

I'm ready for liftoff.

I sure wish I knew
who belongs to this ship.

Like to thank them
for letting me look around.

[ Crashing ]

Golly!

[ Sighs ]
So, you see, my dear cousin Joan...

no matter what you may have heard
to the contrary...

life can be very normal
on a strange and remote planet.

Will still has to be reminded
not to be late for dinner...

and Penny is still forgetful
about her personal appearance.

- Oh!
- And Judy is just a little bit too critical.

[ Whooshing ]

Looks like a comet.

It might be that extragalactic
special delivery space vehicle...

taking off on its
appointed rounds.

If it is,
I can't say that I'm sorry.

Oh, my. Don't let Will
hear you say that.

By the way, why isn't he out here?
Surely he must have heard it.

When he's concentrating on one
of his projects, he can shut out
any sound that might interfere.

Like a dinner call.

- I think I'll go tell him what he missed.
- No, dear.

I think that would be
rather unkind.

You just let him continue
what he's working on.

- Oh, what a lovely, peaceful night this is.
- Yeah.

Sure nice to be
alone for a change.

You know, you'd think on a planet this size,
it would be easy to get away from it all.

Oh, am I
interrupting anything?

- I hope that's not why you came.
- Of course not.

I'm looking for Will. We were supposed
to play a game of chess this evening.

- Well, I haven't seen him.
- [ Dr. Smith ] One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

- What, Smith, are you supposed to be doing?
- What you should all be doing--

Maintaining your youthful vigor with
a conscientious space fitness program.

I regret to announce that this very day,
I found a white hair in my head...

which accounts for these
comprehensive calisthenics.

And you expect to change its color
with all this vim and vigor, huh, Smith?

Spare me your caustic remarks, Major.
They fall on deaf ears.

Say, aren't you supposed to be replanting
the hydroponic garden after last night's storm?

Don't prate to me
about food, Major.

Man does not live
on bread alone.

- One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.
- Oh, no.

We sure picked a nice,
quiet little spot tonight, didn't we?

- You're supposed to be
in your cubbyhole, mister.
- Affirmative.

However, due to temporary breakdown
at alien site...

my schedule was
interrupted.

What were you doing
at the alien site?

He's frothing at the tapes
with his usual...

egomaniacal eccentricity.

Negative. Reporting liftoff
of extragalactic vehicle.

We're way ahead of you, Robot.
We heard it and saw it.

- With amateur pilot aboard.
- What do you mean by "amateur"?

I mean Will Robinson.

- Will took off in the alien spaceship?
- Affirmative.

And computations indicate
an imminent return.

Penny, get your mother and father quickly.
We're going out there. Come on, Smith.

Will!

Will!

What is it?
Are you all right?

- Will!
- Will, your mother asked you a question.

Not really, Dad.

She was just expressing her momentary
emotional anxiety in rhetorical terms.

Certainly the state of my physical
well-being should be apparent to all.

Will, I don't
understand.

- Why are you speaking like that?
- Like what, Mother?

It isn't like you to answer my questions
with an analysis of my feelings.

I'm sorry if the operation of my mind doesn't
please you, but that's just the way I am.

The boy's showing a remarkably
independent spirit.

- Rather like mine.
- Be quiet, Smith.

Incidentally, you've been conditioned
to accept the velocity of light...

as a limiting factor
in space travel.

Well, my flight
disproved that theory.

Yes, I can see that.

I'd, uh-- I'd like to talk to you
about it. And your experience.

Certainly, Father. But it may be
a little hard for you to understand...

so I'll try
to simplify it.

Well, thank you.

I'll have to see what I can do
about improving on this weapon.

- It's very antiquated.
- What?

Obsolete.

That goes for
us, too, I suppose.

I believe the boy's unlocked
the secrets of the universe.

We have a latter-day
Einstein in our midst.

I don't like
obvious flattery, Dr. Smith.

Next time, try to be
a little more subtle.

I beg your pardon.
I meant no offense.

You and I must have a nice,
long chat very soon, my boy.

Not until his mother and I have had
a much longer one with him, Dr. Smith.

By the way...

weren't you supposed to be working
in the hydroponic garden?

The hydroponic garden?
Oh, yes.

It completely
slipped my mind.

But I shall attend to it
immediately after dinner.

Uh, no, you won't. There won't be
any dinner until you get that job done.

Indeed.
I shall very likely starve.

- Man does not live by bread alone.
Remember, Smith?
- Bah, Major.

Come along, Will.

Now,
to understand me...

the first thing you'll have to do
is discard...

everything you know about energy
conversion factors.

- Well, that's impossible, son.
- I was afraid you'd say that.

How can I teach you anything
if you won't accept what I say?

We don't want you to
teach us anything.

We just want you to tell us
what happened to you out there.

I wasn't aware that anything
had happened to me.

And if you insist on asking these
primitive and emotional questions...

I won't be able
to tell you anything.

Come here, son.

Now, before
you took that flight...

you and I had a natural,
easygoing relationship...

the kind of thing that's normal
between a father and his son.

You're saying
I'm abnormal now.

But I'm not, Dad.
I know what I was like.

And I haven't really changed.
Maybe you have.

No, he hasn't
really changed.

He's just become
a far-out super-genius is all.

What happened in here?
Will was almost in tears.

Well, at least he experienced
that primitive emotion.

- He's still a boy.
- Has he given you reason to doubt it?

Well, not to doubt it,
Maureen, but...

to recognize that he's undergone
a tremendous acceleration...

in intellectual maturity
since he took that flight.

In many ways,
he's way ahead of us.

Yeah, I might have to bone up
on multidimensional flight phenomena...

if Will talked
to me again.

Well, it can't
harm him, can it?

No. Only in his
relationship to us.

- Will, would you like to help me, please?
- Help you with what?

Transplanting
some of these vegetables.

- Is it necessary?
- We have to eat.

Your methods are
very elementary.

Oh! Do you know
any better ones?

Yes, but it would be useless
explaining them to you.

Look, Will, I realize
you're a brain now...

but that doesn't mean you have to
put everybody else down.

Your hypersensitivity's
showing, Judy.

Now, if we keep this up,
you'll probably stomp out of here...

in a corny
feminine huff.

Well, I got news for you,
Will Robinson.

I'm going to do
exactly that right now.

Poor kid.
No intellectual discipline.

Hey, Will.

You want your revenge because
I beat you at chess last time?

- You? Beat me?
- Have you forgotten?

- It just isn't possible.
- Isn't it? Just for that, I'll do it again.

It's useless, Penny.
You don't stand a chance.

But you might as well
find out for yourself.

Will, what's the matter
with you?

I don't know.
Come on, Penny. Let's play.

I'll let you make
the first move, Penny.

Not that it'll help.

Gee, thanks.

There.

- I'm sorry, Penny.
- Sorry? About what?

- This game's getting kind of boring.
- What do you mean?

Now, try not to get
all sensitive like Judy...

but you might as well know
you're already licked.

- I am not!
- It's inevitable, Penny.

Now, when you attack
with your bishops, I'll take them.

And then you'll get busy with your knights,
but by that time I'll have your king.

You know so much,
don't you?

I'm sorry, Penny,
but that's just the way it is.

Well, why don't we just
play the game and see?

It's no fun when you know
what's gonna happen ahead of time.

- There's no challenge.
- [ Dr. Smith ] Well, well, well.

Playing the game
of great minds, I see.

May I kibitz a bit?

There's nothing to kibitz.
I've had it.

- Now, then.
- Don't trouble yourself.
We're not evenly matched.

Perhaps not.
But we could have a little chat.

- About what?
- Oh, ships and shoes and sealing wax.

In other words, multidimensional
excursion vehicles.

- How did you know?
- You're very transparent to me, Dr. Smith.

Really?
How delightful.

Then we understand
each other, Will.

No, I understand you.

Now, what's on your mind?
Not that my answer will do you any good.

Don't underestimate the intellectual
resources of Zachary Smith, my boy.

Now, tell me. If I were to
undertake a flight in that vehicle...

would it do for me
what it has done for you?

Even if it did, I'm not sure
you could handle it.

Let me worry about that.

How would you like to give me
a few pointers on the technique...

involved in piloting
that vehicle?

For what ulterior
motives, Dr. Smith?

Ulterior motives? I?

All right. Then I'll
explain them to you.

One: You can hardly
wait to leave.

Two: You're hoping that
if you can learn to fly that vehicle...

it'll make you some sort of
lord of the galaxies.

Three: If you can ever
guide it back to Earth...

you'll become... president
of the United States, at the very least.

Really? I haven't thought of that,
but it does sound intriguing. Go on.

I'm sorry, Dr. Smith...

but you and I don't communicate
on the same level of maturity.

Very well...

William Robinson
Socrates Einstein.

I'm not done with you yet.

If Dad would
give me permission...

I could pack all this
into one tenth of the space.

No, he's not
ready for it yet.

You're oversized, too,
as well as being obsolete.

A product of
contemporary technology...

is incapable
of obsolescence.

Have you got
a lot to learn.

Will?

- Oh, you should be asleep.
- I don't need as much sleep
as I used to, Mother.

You may not think you do, with so much
going on in that wonderful mind of yours...

but you still
need your sleep.

No one else thinks
my mind's wonderful.

They think I'm some sort
of freak highbrow.

Oh, nonsense.
Of course they don't.

Underneath, you're still
the same boy you always were.

- I don't feel that way.
- Ohh.

I tell you what.
Tomorrow, let's all go on a picnic.

And if you enjoy it as much as you always did,
then you'll know you haven't changed.

I don't think it'll help,
but I'll go.

[ Chuckling ]
All right.

Come on, now.
Let's go to bed.

Will, my dear boy.
What are you doing out here?

- I couldn't sleep.
- Ah, what a brilliant design.

What a magnificent concept.
What is it?

A reconstruction
of the Jupiter 2...

not that you'd understand it
or anyone else.

I realize that.
That's why I'm here.

I've made a very important
decision, Will.

Oh? Who do you plan
to get in trouble this time?

Oh, ye of little faith.

The fact is, my boy,
that at the gravest risk to myself...

and for purely
altruistic reasons only...

I am willing to undertake
a flight in that vehicle.

Let's hear those altruistic reasons,
Dr. Smith.

There is only one
reason, my boy--you.

Oh, it hurts me deeply
to see you suffer the pangs...

of intellectual
isolation.

You need someone to soar with you
above the common herd...

to be an intellectual
giant like yourself.

I volunteer for that
perilous assignment.

I got back okay,
so it's not so perilous.

Now, let's skip
the big talk, huh?

You're not very
kind, are you?

All I want is to
see you happy...

to give you the companionship
and the understanding that you deserve.

Isn't that
what you need?

Might be nice to have someone
I wouldn't have to talk down to.

But there's just
one problem.

- What problem?
- You're not doing this for me.

Oh, my dear,
misguided boy--

We might get on a whole lot better
if you'd admit...

that you were doing this
for yourself, Dr. Smith.

You have cut me to the quick.
What can I say?

It doesn't matter, 'cause I'd see
through it no matter what you said.

But I guess it's wrong to hold back
scientific knowledge...

from someone who
really wants to know.

Oh, I do. I do.

And we might get on a little bit better
once you've been out there.

We'll be bosom buddies.

You sound phony when you say that,
Dr. Smith.

But... here.

- Here's a layout of the guidance system.
- Yes.

- Hatch control here.
- Hatch control.

- Power acceleration here.
- I see.

- Retro rockets here.
- Yes. Yes.

♪ Oh, Susannah
Don't you cry for me ♪

♪ For I'm going to Louisiana
with a banjo on my knee ♪♪

♪♪ [ Humming ]

Now, let's see.

Ah, yes.

Power on.

Main thruster... on.

[ Roaring ]

Lord of the galaxies.

Lord Zachary Smith.

Oh, my.

Going out to the drill site, Will.
You want to come along?

Not right now. I'm waiting
for Dr. Smith to get back.

- Where is he?
- Right now, I'd say...

he's probably on the return leg
of the flight.

- You mean, that liftoff we heard earlier--
- Was Dr. Smith.

He was very insistent, and I thought
the experience might do him some good.

[ Whooshing ]

Well, he's back.
Shall we go welcome him?

I don't know why we
should give him a welcome...

because if he tries any of that superior
knowledge he might have gotten on me, he--

Dr. Smith?

Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.

See what has
happened to me?

Look at my face
and weep.

All because
I listened to you...

you young upstart.
[ Sobbing ]

The pain.
The pain.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

[ Mumbling ]

Yah!

[ Mumbles ]
What a calamity.

What a tragic end.

Laid low
in the prime of my life.

Weak and afflicted
with the infirmities of age.

[ Whimpering ]
I feel cold.

I think I'd like
a little more broth, please.

And put some
soft bread in it.

My teeth are not
what they used to be.

[ Gibbering ]
Hurry.

Poor Dr. Smith.

Isn't there something
we could do to help him?

There must be.

We'll make all
the tests we can...

but I don't think
it'll do any good.

Don, here.
Why don't you take it to him?

- Me?
- Yes, go on.

It might make him
feel better.

- Go ahead.
- Okay.

Here you are,
Dr. Smith.

Some nice, warm soup
for you.

- How 'bout that, huh?
- Thank you, Major.

Very kind of you.
And high time too.

Oh, now, Doctor.
Listen.

Doctor, John and I
are going to do everything we can...

to try to find out what happened
to you out there.

It's quite
unnecessary, Major.

You will soon be
performing an autopsy...

of my mortal remains.
[ Chuckling ]

No, listen. You see,
if we can simulate...

the conditions of your flight
in a test chamber...

we might get a lead on how to counteract
the effect, you see?

- You really think so?
- Well, we're gonna do everything we can.

Now, can you tell us what your velocity
was when the change occurred?

I can't remember.

I can only remember
things of long ago...

when I was young
and handsome...

and life was
full of promise.

I think I might be
able to manage...

a little dessert,
please.

Something nice and sweet,
if you'd be so kind.

Well, I'm glad to see
your appetite's okay.

Will you begrudge me
my last remaining pleasure?

I want something
nice and sweet!

- Give me a reading.
- 93.2 and steady.

All right. I'll try
more acceleration.

- According to my calculations,
I don't think the results--
- Be quiet, Will.

- It's going into the red zone!
- Well, cut the power!

That's what I was trying
to tell you would happen.

- Oh, John.
- Well...

looks as though whatever corridor of space
Smith went through...

we'll never
simulate it here.

I might be able to get some answers
with a four-year analysis.

Or better yet,
I might make another test flight.

Oh, no. I don't want to hear
any more talk about a test flight.

[ Dr. Smith Moaning ]

Must you disturb an old man's rest
with your horseplay?

I should never have allowed you
to raise my hopes. I'm doomed.

We haven't given up,
Dr. Smith.

Oh, please,
don't raise my hopes again.

My nerves can't stand it.

I can see I must
prepare for the end.

But please, Professor, keep trying,
and don't lose any time.

Your results might be useful to others
even though I will not be here...

to benefit from them.

[ Whimpering ]
Eh!

Help an old man
up the ramp, girly!

- [ Chuckling ]
- Here, Dr. Smith.

Dad, I don't think his molecular change
is irreversible.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, darling, I'm not sure
I agree with him...

but I think Will means
that there's hope for Dr. Smith.

I guess what we need
is a fountain of youth.

Or its deep-space
equivalent.

Yeah, well, anyway,
we'll get going...

on our version of the fountain of youth
in the morning...

while you get to work
on yours.

Well, Willie, have you
discovered anything?

[ Gibbering, Gasping ]

Not yet, Dr. Smith.
It takes time.

Time and tide
wait for no man.

I should never have
listened to you.

I could do a lot better if you'd give me
some of your venerable blood.

Oh, no. No, I have
barely enough to go around.

- It's just one drop.
- No, no.

It could make the difference
between life and death to me.

Well, it's not easy trying
to test the reversibility...

of molecular change
with just one white hair.

I'm beginning to think the only other way
is a test flight.

What would you do
on a test flight, sonny?

Well, first I'd try putting
the guidance system in reverse.

Brilliant idea.
Do you think it would work?

It's scientifically
feasible.

However, out there,
there's no guarantee.

No matter.

I'm ready to try
anything.

What has an old man
got to lose?

- Not much, I guess.
- Then it's all settled.

- You'll go at once.
- Me?

But you're the one who would
have to change, Dr. Smith.

Surely you don't expect an old party like me
to risk a test flight.

I might have a seizure
en route...

and then you'd
never know what happened.

As a dedicated scientist...

it's your duty
to make the flight.

Well, I would, if I could
persuade Dad to let me go.

Good heavens--
an intellectual giant...

with your maturity having
to ask permission from Daddy.

- He's still my father.
- But not your intellectual equal.

He's pretty good.

I'd feel a lot better
if he knew more than I did.

It's not much fun when you have to
explain things to your own father...

and everyone
else besides.

Ah, what filial devotion.

Think how proud he'd be...

when you told him
why you did it...

after you get back.

If the reversibility
principle works...

- I'll be the way I was before too.
- Mmm.

How happy it will make
your dear mother...

to have her own
little Willie...

back with her again, huh?

[ Chuckling, Gibbering ]

Bon voyage. Bon voyage.

- What's happening?
- Such courage. Such devotion.

You have a remarkable
son, Professor.

Dr. Smith, you'd better explain,
and quickly.

He's reversing
the irreversible.

What do you mean,
Dr. Smith?

He'll be your own
darling little Willie again...

and when I go, I shall
come back my own former...

youthful, handsome self.

- Well, you crazy old fool!
- John, please. Go get Penny, will you?

We've got to get
over there.

You're coming too,
foxy Grandpa.

Steady, Major, steady.
I still have a delicate back, you know.

[ Groaning ]
Steady.

[ Whooshing ]

- [ Thuds ]
- Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh!

I'm not sure that's the same ship.
What do you think, John?

I don't know.
It does look a little different.

Will?

[ Shouting ]

[ Shouting
Continues ]

[ All Gasp ]

- [ Maureen ] Don, don't.
- [ Shouts ]

- Mom, is it really--
- What is he saying?

- I wish I knew.
- Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

The poor boy has reversed himself
beyond all recognition.

Don't you recognize me,
Willie?

It's Dr. Zachary Smith,
your loyal and lifelong friend.

Oh, words cannot express what I feel
for you at this very moment.

But I'm sure some words
will come to me presently.

In the meantime, have you
any hopeful news for me?

- [ Shouts ]
- [ Gasping ]

Robot!

[ Shouting ]

Translate.

"Where is my other vehicle?
It was here.

- Where is my other vehicle?"
- Thank goodness it's not Will.

Then who is it?
Who is it?

[ Shouting ]

"It was here.
It belongs to me."

Translate message
that it will return soon.

It was taken by my son, Will,
but not for long.

[ Speaking
Alien Language ]

[ Shouting ]

"I demand it now.
I demand it now."

He must give us
a little time.

[ Speaking
Alien Language ]

- [ Screams ]
- Don, are you all right?

- Just stung.
- [ Shouting ]

"Silence."

[ Whimpering ]
Frankly, sir...

you see before you
an unhappy creature...

who until a few
short hours ago...

was in the full
flower of his youth.

Don't you realize
he can't understand one word?

- He might hear the plea
for pity in my voice.
- [ Shouts ]

- "You are the king?"
- Oh, yes.

Until a little while ago,
I was truly a monarch...

a veritable emperor
of a man.

- [ Snarling ]
- What are you--

[ Sobbing,
Gibbering ]

You wouldn't hurt me, would you?
You wouldn't hurt an old man.

[ Shouting ]

"I wait.
C-300."

He goes by light velocity.
He'll wait five minutes.

What are you doing?
[ Gasps ]

What if Will isn't back
in five minutes?

He's got Smith as a hostage,
I guess-- our king.

Don, if I can
attract his attention...

maybe you can work your way
around behind him.

- I'll try.
- Robot?

Request alien's permission
to examine his velocimeter.

- Understood?
- Affirmative.

My friend, try to make
this creature understand...

that I was speaking
only figuratively...

when I referred to myself
as a monarch.

Negative. Computers preempted
for more important processing.

[ Robot Speaking
Alien Language ]

[ Alien Growling ]

[ Gasping ]
I don't understand!

[ Thud ]

Will! Watch out!
Stay inside!

Hold your fire, unless we can
hit him without endangering Will.

Will! Be careful!

- What are you doing here?
- Ah, Willie.

I think I've got
good news for you.

Good news?
Look there.

He's going to punish you
for borrowing his ship...

by abducting me.

I'll be shanghaied
to a terrible fate.

Not if I can explain why I took it.

- Help me, Willie. Help me.
- I'll try.

[ Snarls ]

Hello, there.

We were wondering
when you'd show up.

I hope you're not angry
because I borrowed your vehicle.

Twice.

The first time, I did it because
I got carried away.

And the second time,
I did it for Dr. Smith.

Yes, he did it.
It was for me.

I wanted to test out
its irrev--

- its irrev--
- [ Dr. Smith ] Willie?

To see whether
it could change him back.

He wasn't always
the way he is now.

He never had this beard
before he took a ride in your vehicle.

I guess that makes three rides
we took in all.

- [ Growling ]
- [ Gasping ]

Don, don't shoot!
Maybe I can talk him out of it.

- Let him try.
- I hope you'll let Dr. Smith go.

Because if you're thinking of taking him
back to where you come from--

wherever that is-- and...

making him a slave
or something...

personally, I don't think it'll work.

- No, no, no.
- He's not much use when
it comes to work anyway.

- And he can't live much longer.
- Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Unless you take him up for a ride
in your vehicle and change him back.

- He'd be very grateful, and so would I.
- We would. We definitely would.

- [ Will ] Do you understand?
- [ Growling ]

- No! Willie!
- Wait! What are you doing to him?

No! What are you
doing to him?

[ Dr. Smith ]
Willie! Do something, Willie!

Don't take him away!
Dr. Smith!

- [ Growling ]
- [ Whimpering ]

- [ Will ] Oh, no!
- [ Spaceship Blasting Off ]

Will.

I guess it didn't do much good
talking to that alien.

We'll never see
Dr. Smith again.

Ohh.

Oh, poor Dr. Smith.

All we can do is hope
that wherever he is, he'll survive.

Maybe he'll be a brain, like I was.

You mean, you're not
a brain anymore?

Not half as much
as Dad or Don.

Well, there's not much more
we can do here.

- Let's go back to camp.
- Yeah. Come on.

[ Whooshing ]

[ Thud ]

"In memory of
Dr. Zachary Smith...

who was transferred
from this spot...

to the vast unknown
of the sixth dimension.

Gone but not forgotten."

Indeed. And indeed.

And indeed.

It did
what I asked.

To paraphrase a 19th-century
master of the written word...

the report of my disappearance
seems to have been greatly exaggerated.

Well, I think I can guess
where he's going...

but, uh, I still don't know
why he came here.

This would probably explain it,
if I could understand it.

He gave it to me
just before he let me go.

The Robot might know.

Splendid idea.

Of course, it could be
a key to his city...

for an honored guest.

Translate it for us,
my dear friend.

"I bid you farewell.
Planet is unsuitable...

as extragalactic
relay station.

From the brave youth,
I have learned your speech.

I knocked off some of
the bearded one's years...

to please the youth.

He sure is a dandy."

Oh! Of all the
ungenerous ingrates!

He could have made me
a few years younger than I was before.

[ Chuckling ]
Oh. Smith, you haven't changed a bit.

Come on.

As for you, sir,
I'll attend to you later.

[ Chuckling ]

- Is this the place?
- Yes.

But as I told you before,
the laser pistol is beyond recovery.

You know we've never checked out
this particular area.

I ought to wring your neck
for allowing Will to come here.

He wanted to collect some
unusual rock specimens.

Besides, why all this fuss about
one small, unimportant weapon?

Anyone would think
I had lost the crown jewels.

Well, as far as I'm concerned,
that laser's a lot more valuable.

- We need it, and we're gonna get it.
- Very well, if you insist.

I certainly do.

Yes. There it is,
on the floor of the cave.

For two buttons and an old shoestring,
I'd make you climb down there and get it.

Oh, you wouldn't. You know
that I have a phobia about heights.

I get extremely dizzy.

- Losing the pistol was an accident-- ask Will.
- I did.

He said you heard this sound,
drew your laser...

and then this
small lizard appeared.

You screamed,
dropped the pistol and ran.

You have your facts
completely awry, sir.

In the first place,
the lizard was not small, it was huge.

In the second place, I did not drop my pistol.
The reptile flung it from my grasp.

And in the third place,
I did not scream and run.

I made a calm,
orderly retreat.

Knowing your unquestioned bravery
in the past, I can believe that.

All right.
I'll get the laser.

- All you've got to do is hold on to the rope.
- Yes, yes. I can do that.

Never fear, Smith is here.
You're in good hands.

- All right, now pay it out slowly.
- Yes, I can do that.

- Careful.
- All right. Slow.

- All right. A little more slack.
- More slack coming up.

[ Crashing ]

- It's a cave-in!
- Pull up on the rope! I'm coming up!

[ Screams ]