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Destination Moon - Part 1

So this is Syldavia!

Great! But where's Calculus?

- I don't see him anywhere. - You'd think he'd at least meet us

after insisting we catch the next available flight.

So that is Tintin and Haddock.

Yes Sir, our source says Mammoth sent an urgent telegram

requesting they come.

Find out why he wants them.

Our source is working on it, Sir.

Good.

Proceed!

- You are Captain Haddock and Tintin? - Yes.

Professor Calculus sent me to meet you.

He didn't come himself?

No, he was not able to come.

Let's go then.

There they go, the Zepo has picked them up already.

Don't worry, Chief! We keep good tabs on them.

What a welcome! By thunder!

- Old Calculus really does things in style! - Yes, I guess so.

Why do you keep turning around like that?

That car bothers me.

It's been following us ever since we left the airport.

Baah... somebody driving into Klow, just like us...

- Maybe... - Ah...

Look! We're almost there!

Hey! Where are you going? This isn't the way to Klow!

I take you to your friend, Professor Calculus...

but he is no longer at Klow, he has moved.

Why didn't Calculus tell us?

Something doesn't seem right here...

We've been on the road for 2 hours, and that car is still tailing us!

Your papers appear to be in order...

Proceed.

I really have to wonder what old Cuthbert has gotten himself into?

Well, I wonder what he's getting us into?

And it looks like we're about to find out.

Thundering Typhoons! We're in some kind of fortress, or something!

Captain! Look!

Welcome gentlemen.

I'm glad you've arrived safely!

And not a moment to soon!

Ugh! Blistering barnacles!

Let me introduce myself, Franck Wolff,

assistant to Professor Calculus.

Hi... I'm Tintin.

I'm Haddock, and who the blazes are those two gangsters

who tail us all the way from the airport?

Why... they're not gangsters, Captain...

they're Zepo men...

What's a Zepo?

Zepo: Syldavian secret police.

They're here to protect you!

To protect us?

Just follow me! Prof Calculus

is expecting you. He'll explain everything...

- This is all useless! - Yes...

for all our efforts, we have not made much progress.

But if he has brought in his friends...

then phase one must be about to start.

Should we start our operation?

Immediately!

Here we are...!

No!

Ah, Tintin, Captain!

Hello, my dear old friend!

Oops! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot my helmet!

It's a new plexiglass model. We were testing it for strength.

Blistering barnacles! It packs quite a wallop!

A plexiglass helmet? What for?

No, no, no, not glass - plexiglass!

Glass would be too fragile.

Yes, of course. But what is the helmet for?

One moment, please.

I beg your pardon?

Aah... I see you're using an ear trumpet,

but why don't you wear one of those little hearing aids?

No need! No need! Those are for deaf people.

I'm only a little hard of hearing.

A little hard of hearing?

Professor, can you tell us what this is all about?

Didn't Wolff explain?

Well, follow me and

we'll talk in my office.

And there, Captain, you see just a part

of the Brodj Atomic Research Centre facilities.

Impressive...!

What's it all for?

I'll explain, Captain.

Please sit down.

You see... the Syldavian Government

invited me to set up their astro-nautical section.

Of course, I was absolutely delighted! My engineer, Frank Wolff...

is helping me to perfect a nuclear-propelled rocket engine.

A rocket! What for?

To travel to the moon, of course.

That's a good one! Old Calculus on the moon!

Are you planning to take any passengers along?

Of course! Why do you think I asked you to join me?

What! What are you talking about?

Me! On the moon!

Your brain must have gone radio active.

Blistering barnacles!

You can't possibly be serious!

You'll never get me to set foot in your infernal rocket!

Never!

Oh... thank you, Captain! I knew I could count on you!

Ah, gentlemen, may I come in?

Ah, Mr Baxter.

May I introduce Captain Haddock.

The Captain is most ethusiastic.

He's delighted at the prospect of traveling to the moon.

Mr. Baxter is the director of the Centre.

Professor Calculus told me you were an exceptional man...

and I can see he wasn't exaggerating.

But... I... I...

- I congratulate you too, young man. - Uh, thanks!

If you're interested, I'll arrange a tour of the facilities for you.

Sure.

And now, gentlemen, I'm proud to show you our moon project.

There it is! The X-FLR-6 nuclear-propelled rocket!

Don't tell me you intend to send us to the moon in that!

No, Captain! It's only a model.

The X-FLR-6 is about to make a radio-controlled reconnaissance

flight around the moon. It'll take photographs

and provide valuable information for our own flight to the moon.

Red alert! Red alert!

Unidentified aircraft entering security area from due South.

Ground control to unidentified aircraft.

You are violating a security area.

If you proceed you will be fired upon!

- There! They've spotted us! - We must play for time!

Aircraft SFLR

Message received!

Lost our course. Please advise position!

Sounds like the plane's in trouble, Sir!

Wait, it's a trick!

Looks like it's dropped two parachutes!

Anti-aircraft guns, open fire!

What's going on?

Great snakes!

That looks like it hit the next room!

- Professor! - Who is it?

Did someone knock?

Professor!

Gentlemen! Last night an unidentified plane

succeeded in invading our anti-aircraft guns.

They dropped two men into the security area by parachute.

We're doing everything we can to find these men...

but at this moment they are still at large.

We have tightened security, but everyone must be specially careful.

This daring raid proves that these people will stop at nothing.

Thank you, gentlemen, that will be all. I will keep you informed...

Oops, I'm so sorry! A bit of plaster from last night!

Don't mention it, Professor! I...

I protest!

To be precise, this is an outrage!

Thomson and Thomson!

We've captured the two parachutists, Sir.

They were picked up in the middle of the restricted area.

Probably Greek revolutionaries.

Greek!

But we asked for Syldavian costumes!

Why did you parachute into our security area?

- Parachute? - Where?

- Who? - Us?

Mr. Baxter, there must be some mistake. I know these men.

They're detectives Thomson and Thomson.

Then you must be the ones that Interpol were sending to beef up our security.

That's us!

Oh! Please excuse us for this error, gentlemen.

Certainly! Errors are our business.

Mr. Baxter, could I take a little hike through the mountains around the centre?

I'd like to stretch my legs. - Of course.

But take care... those two spies are still on the loose!

Captain! Could you get a hold of a couple of two-way radios?

I have a plan.

Ah, perfect!

An unobstructed view of the Centre...

Now to work.

According to these plans...

there should be a ventilation shaft around here.

It might be large enough for...

someone to get into.

Security might not think it's a risk, but I'm not so sure...

Bingo! There it is.

Okay, Snowy! Let's see just how accesible that shaft is!

We made it, Snowy!

and if we can get up here, then so can the parachutists.

Captain! Captain! Do you hear me?

Loud and clear, Tintin.

I'm at ventilation shaft No.. 3

It's located in sector J, above corridor 7.

My suspicion was right. I could get to it easily.

- You'd better put our plan into motion! - Aye, aye, Tintin...

You can count on me!

I hear something, Snowy.

Psstt, are you there?

Yes. Here are the documents.

Good! Well done.

Hands up! Don't turn around!

Well done!

Blistering barnacles, Tintin?

Hey! What in blue blazers! Oww...!

The Captain! Is he alright?

He's comin' around.

Listen! That howling! It's Snowy!

Something's happened to Tintin!

- What's going on? - It's Tintin.

He's in some kind of trouble! He's outside by ventilation shaft No. 3

trying to catch the intruders!

- Great Scott! - Hurry!

- He needs help. - Security? This is Baxter!

Code 5 alert! Send a helicopter out to ventilator shaft no. 3...

Look for Tintin and the intruders, hurry!

The helicopter's folllowed the intruders.

Dispatch a squad of men to bring them in!

Continue search for Tintin...

The doctors say you're gonna be fine, Tintin...

And you'll be glad to hear that

we caught two men outside the shaft, thanks to you...

But the intruders had an accomplice inside the shaft.

He said something about documents.

And he must be the one that bopped me on the head.

The rat!

If I could get my hands on him, I'd...

Excuse me, Mr. Baxter.

I'm afraid I got a little carried away!

Ahem... Well...

We'll double-check everyone's wherabouts last night!

If there is an inside man, we'll find him!

Now get some rest.

- Good night, gentlemen. - Good night.

Good night, Sir.

This is all very strange!

If we didn't hit the Captain on the head, who did?

An inside accomplice?

Look!

That door's open.

But all doors are supposed to be closed at night.

- You stay here. I'm going to investigate. - Right-o...

What's the matter?

A skeleton! There!

I saw a skeleton behind this panel!

A skeleton! That's a good one! You must be dreaming!

I'm not dreaming! I saw a skeleton, I tell you!

Come along, man... we'll see about the silly skeleton of yours!

You see...!

Nothing!

That's funny... I could've sworn I saw it.

Shhh... we mustn't make a sound!

He must be around here somewhere.

Well, Professor?

Everything is ready, Mr Baxter.

The technicians have almost completed the fuelling up.

- Mr. Baxter? - Yes...

- Look who's here. - Tintin! How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

Look, Tintin's better!

Well, now that everyone's here we can all go to the control room.

All staff evacuate the assembly room!

This is it... the rocket's movements will be monitored from this panel.

Tell me, Professor?

Have you considered the device I suggested the other day?

Device? Ah, yes! It's ready. I put it together last night.

Control Station calling observatory tower!

Are you standing by?

Standing by, Sir. Everyone is in position.

Radar here! We're ready and standing by.

This is the control panel with all the piloting devices

to guide the rocket through space.

Gentlemen, in a few minutes the X-FLR-6 will take off.

I suggest we leave the honour of the launch

command to my youngest colleague...

Tintin.

Bravo!

Observatory tower calling control station!

Prepare to blast off... 3 minutes to go!

Take your positions!

Ten seconds to go!

9... 8...

7... 6...

5... 4...

3... 2... 1...

Now!

There it goes!

We've sent a rocket to the moon.

To the moon!

Do you realize what those three little words mean?

To the moon!

My goodness! I'm terribly sorry!

Lucky you weren't smoking your pipe, eh!

Observatory tower to Control station.

Control room, prepare to engage nuclear motor...

in 30 seconds.

- Stand by Tintin! - Ten seconds.

10 seconds.

5 seconds... 4...

3... 2...

1... Zero!

Observatory to Control Room! Nuclear rocket has taken over,

and rocket is on course!

- How's Radar working? - Perfectly, observatory!

All is going well.

Huhuhuh...! For the time being, gentlemen.

Control room! Stand by for course correction.

Zero, zero, eight, six.

A trifling correction.

Nothing to worry about.

Zero, zero, eight, six.

Attention! Stand by to cut nuclear motor!

10 seconds, 9... 8...

7... 6...

5... 4...

3... 2...

1... Zero!

The rocket is about to

disappear from our field of vision.

That's it! It's out of Radar range.

Ahh... we can all relax for a few minutes.

With the nuclear motor cut...

the moon's gravitational pull will draw the X-FLR-6 into orbit.

It will pass behind the moon. And when it reappears on the other side,

we will resume radio control.

Okay, their rocket is behind the moon!

When it reappears we... take over.

The rocket is back on radar.

Stand by to restart the nuclear engine!

Will you let me do it this time?

By all means.

9... 8...

7... 6...

5... 4...

3... 2...

1... Zero!

Correct course now... zero zero nine eight!

Correction applied.

Another correction, Control room...

Three two seven six.

Correction applied.

Negative.

Correction didn't respond.

The rocket is veering off course.

- Something wrong, Wolff? - I don't understand it!

Correction, 7, 8, 5, 2.

Adjust it!

I am adjusting it!

Blistering barnacle of a rocket!

I don't understand!

The rocket doesn't respond to our orders at all!

I get it! Tintin was right..!

What a good thing I listened to him!

There! Now that we've got control of the rocket,

we'll steer it to our pick-up point.

Nice work!

Professor, what are you doing?

I'm fine Mr. Baxter, but I'm sorry to say...

I must destroy the X-FLR-6!

Surely you can't mean that!

It's obvious the control of the rocket

has been taken over by a stronger radio signal than ours...

Tintin warned me this, by heaven!

I will not let my rocket fall into enemy hands!

But maybe we can still...

Observatory to Control... Rocket is now 800 miles off course and...

completely out of range of our Radar control signal.

Observatory? Has a rocket exploded?

Exploded?

On the contrary... it's getting further and further away.

Tragedy! Tragedy! All is lost! It's terrifying!

Pull yourself together, Cuthbert!

Our discoveries! All lost! A tragedy!

Ahh... I see what it is!

Two loose wires!

No trouble to mend at all!

This time I think it will work... Go!

Observatory to Control station.

The X-FLR-6 has exploded.

Nothing more to observe.

Blast! They had it all planned.

They prefer to destroy their rocket, rather than let us get hold of it.

Well, I was worried that the insider

might have got enough information out to allow them to take over the rocket...

The Professor agreed and rigged the detonating device.

Well, it certainly turned out to be an excellent precaution.

Alas, yes.

All now all our hopes have been destroyed.

Years of research gone...

in one split second!

No Professor... all is not lost, on the contrary...

Didn't your nuclear engine work perfectly?

Didn't your rocket reach the moon and circle it?

Tintin's right! The trial run was all together conclusive.

Don't despair!

Tomorrow we'll start work on the real rocket.

The one that will take you to the moon!

Yes!

To the moon!

Hooray!

To the moon!

Fast Forward to Part 2 for the conclusion...

Destination Moon - Part 2

Glad you could come, Colonel Jorgen.

You must get hold of their rocket plans.

I understand Tintin is involved with the space program.

I have waited a long time for my revenge.

It will be my pleasure...!

There is a complication.

The launch date has been changed to Wednesday.

That gives you only two days..!

Two days is perfect for what I have in mind.

Thundering typhoons! How many more tests have I got to do in this thing?

This is the last one, Captain.

And about time!

I feel like a goldfish in this bowl.

And this monkey suit weighs a ton!

The space suit won't seem so heavy on the moon, Captain.

Everything is six times lighter than on the earth.

Oh, yes? Glad to hear it.

Okay, we're ready to start the test.

Can you hear me, Captain?

Loud and clear, Professor.

Good! If there are any problems, just yell 'Stop!'

- Roger! - We'll start by creating a vacuum.

You're now in a total vacuum, Captain.

Do you feel alright?

Fine... thanks. And you...?

Good... now we're going to lower the temperature.

Adjust your heating apparatus.

Right.

Temperature stable at minus 50 degrees celsius.

Still alright?

- I'm fine. - Good... try moving around a little.

Move around in this contraption?!

Confounded rat!

Good, Captain!

Very good... keep it up!

Okay, that'll do. You can stop now...

Hello, Captain... You can stop now...

Captain... something's wrong, Wolff!

Get the pressure up fast!

I'm going in there.

Not yet! Temperature is much too low, you'll freeze!

Hurry!

Go!

Captain?

Keep still! I'll take off your helmet.

Hurry!

Good gracious! Those are the mice we used for the first tests.

We must have forgotten to take them out of the space suit!

Why didn't you shout?

I did shout, by thunder! But you didn't answer!

No wonder! Your radio got disconnected.

Well... it'll be fun if that happens on the moon!

Now we know that the suit

is absolutely resistant to vacuum and low temperatures.

Help! Help!

It's Thomson and Thomson...

What's wrong, detectives?

Mice...!

The room's alive with mice!

Now what's happened to that pair of ostrogoths?

Careful... your antenna!

Ow!... Thundering typhoons!

My poor friend!

Didn't you realize the antenna would never go through the hatch?

Realize? Realize!

I realize I'd have enough of being a guinea pig!

I've had enough! You understand!

I'm going home.

And you can go on acting the goat here as long as you like!

What! I'm acting the goat?

Acting that goat!

This... this... You have no right to say such a thing!

You... You...

You...!

Follow me! I'll show you just how I act the goat.

Come along!

Ooo... right! Acting the goat!

Look... I didn't mean...

Acting the goat, indeed!

Cuthbert... listen to me...

I was feeling upset, you see, just then.

But it's all over now.

- Blistering barnacles! - Don't try to give me the slip!

Cuthbert, listen!...

Excuse me, Professor, but your friend can't wear that past this point.

He's right! I ought to...

Be gone, you worms!

Out of my sight! I'm acting the goat!

Security Chief speaking.

Professor Calculus?

Making a scene?

He's acting the what?

The laboratories, the atomic pile...

team of experts working day and night...

that's all acting the goat, hey?

Slaving for wo months non-stop, working myself to the bone and...

Now, now, Professor! What's all this about?

I hear someone's acting the goat!

Captain!

Come here immediately!

Huh.. yes, Cuthbert. Keep... keep calm. Please!

Quick! Clear the entrance and close the doors!

Make way for...

the goat!

Look out!

Professor! What are you doing?

Cuthbert! Stop!

You're gonna kill us!

Stop! Cuthbert!

Professor, no...!

We're alive!

I can't believe it!

He's driving like an expert.

Well, I'm doing very well for a goat, aren't I?

One of these days I have to file for a licence!

Look what the goat created!

Wow!

You think this contraption will take you to the moon?

Take us to the moon, you mean! Come on!

Poor Calculus! You must have a screw loose

if you think this thing will ever get off the ground.

You might just as well play a penny whistle...

in front of the Eiffel Tower and...

expect it to dance a Samba!

In you go!

Er... you... you're sure

it won't take off without warning?

Hurry up!

First of all, the control cabin...

with all the main flight navigation instruments.

In the centre is the periscope with its projection screen.

And there is the laboratory,

still in the process of construction.

Amazing!

Astonishing!

Captain! Be careful!

Behind you!

You could've broken your neck!

This is the hatch to the deck below.

Now hurry up, follow me!

We are now in the living quarters...

and there are the bunks we lie on for take-off and landing.

Now...! Stars above, Captain!

Try to watch your step!

There's another hatch behind you, huh?

Now we'll go down to the next deck

and this time, Captain, take care!

There's another hatch at the fold of the ladder.

Through that door is a large storage compartment.

And this is a system of air-locks...

making it possible to leave and re-enter

the rocket when we're in space.

Now... do you have any questions for the goat?

Hum... well...

Attention, please!

Professor Calculus, report to the Centre immediately!

Right, I'll go.

You can stay here and have a look around.

Now I'll come straight back and...

Are you alright?

Nothing broken, I hope?

Blistering barnacles! Say something, Cuthbert!

Here are your glasses.

Lucky you're still in one piece.

Who are you?

Amnesia!

It's not too bad is it, gentlemen?

You can get his memory back, can't you?

We'll do everything in our power, of course...

A violent shock could bring him out of it.

But it's going to take time.

Time?! We don't have any time!

Professor Calculus is the only one who knows the secret of the nuclear engines.

Without him, the space program is dead.

Without Calculus...

we don't get to the moon.

Charge!

Touche!

Nothing! Not a flicker!

- Nothing at all. - A violent shock, perhaps?

A pretty picture of...

our little Cuthbert?

Watch the birdy!

- Nothing. - Not a twitch.

Blistering barnacles!

This time, my dear Professor...

you'll be cured...

or you'll be dead!

This is the end... Calculus.

Captain!

Tintin! I think we've done it! I'm sure he's reacting.

I'm afraid he's just the same.

The Captain's been trying all morning to snap him out of it.

- Look out for squalls this time! - Captain?

He needs a shock, does he?

Captain, please be careful.

I'm afraid there's no change at all, Mr. Baxter.

The Captain's exhausted. Professor Calculus may never recover.

This is terrible! An absolute disaster!

Beware!... Cuthbert!...

I am a ghost!

Shake in your shoes!

I have come for your...

Blue blistering barnacles!

Whatever possessed me to dress up in this blastered bedsheet!

And he just sits there!

Not even looking at me!

You couldn't be frightened, could you?

You muffy marmot! I suppose you think I enjoy acting the goat?

You can have your silly amnesia!

I quit!

Goat! You dare call me a goat! This is too much!

You're not getting away with that!

- An apology!. - He's cured!

Captain! Thanks to you, Professor Calculus has recovered.

We are so grateful. - It was nothing, really...

Nothing? Without your help, the journey to the moon never would have happened.

Thundering typhoons! I'd forgotten that!

My dear Captain!

They've explained everything to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Calculus!

Sir!

Here's a signal from K-23.

Ah, ha! The whale restored

the Mammoth's memory!

Operation Ulysses is back on shedule.

Get me the Colonel!

Well, gentlemen, is everything on schedule for blast off tomorrow?

Yes, Mr Baxter.

Except for Snowy's space suit which requires a few alterations.

It's just being finished now, I believe.

Here... Snowy...

Well, his radio works perfectly.

What about the supplies, Wolff?

Almost ready, Sir. I... I'm just waiting for a special delivery.

Well, Colonel Jorgen, are you ready for your mission?

Absolutely. I have everything under control.

In exactly 3 hours there will be

a very special delivery to the moon rocket.

Excellent.

Then if everything's ready,

we will proceed with a scheduled launch at precisely 1.43 tomorrow morning.

Just think of it! Soon men will be walking on the moon!

Extraordinary!

And we have you to thank for that, Professor.

No, don't Mr. Baxter.

You must thank everyone who has dedicated themselves to this project.

Do you notice anything different about Cuthbert?

It's been a real team effort!

Without your inspired genius, there would be no rocket.

Well... thank you for saying so...

but it takes much more than inspiration to build a rocket.

Well, doesn't something strike you as strange?

No, not at first glance.

Can't you see his hearing is as good as yours or mine.

You're right, Captain.

For the moon journey, I need to hear the radio signals perfectly.

And you know that I'm a little hard of hearing...

so I decided to procure this little apparatus.

What did I tell you!

I'm a fellow who keeps his eyes open! I am!

Billions of blistering blue barnacles!

Well, Snowy, old boy!

We've done a lot of travelling together, but never anything as exciting as this!

You don't look very happy, Captain?

Why should I look happy?

If that honky-tonk Calculus machine doesn't blow up at the start...

we'll find ourselves roaming around in space and never come back.

You can hoot with laughter about that if you like!

Look, Captain!

- Quite a sight, isn't it? - Yeah... very pretty!

And to think that without me

Calculus would never

have gotten his memory back! I'll never forgive myself.

Well, Captain.. the time has come for us to part.

You know it's seem appropriate that a sailor should be making such a historic voyage.

Well, a piccolo player wouldn't have made any difference!

Farewell, my young friend.

What an opportunity this is for you!

I wish I could go along. - Why don't you? I'd be happy

to let you take my place...

Thank you Captain, but my part in this adventure

takes place on the ground.

Goodbye, Wolff and goodluck!

I'm counting on you to stand by the Professor.

Don't worry, Mr Baxter.

As for you, my dear Professor...

It is your skill on which the success of our mission depends...

Thank you, Mr Baxter.

We will get to the moon or perish in the attempt.

Farewell, earth!

There's no turning back now.

We will probably lose consciousness during the initial phase of acceleration.

But there is no cause for concern. The rocket will be controlled automatically.

When we regained consciousness, we'll take over ourselves.

Now... every man to his post for final equipment checks!

Tintin, you establish radio contact.

Right.

Moon rocket calling earth! Can you hear me?

Earth to moon rocket...

all systems are go.

Two minutes till blast off!

- One minute to go. - Blistering barnacles!

Supposing I made a mistake in my calculations!

Well, this is it!

- What's that thumping sound? - Platforms free.

It's just my own heart beating!

Blast off in 30 seconds.

Snowy, come here and lie down, boy!

- Snowy! - 15 seconds.

Final countdown!

10.

- 9. - Snowy, Snowy...

Lie down!

7.

6.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

Zero!

Observatory to Control! We have the rocket under observation.

Everything is going as calculated.

Right! Earth calling moon rocket! Are you receiving me?

Earth calling moon rocket!

Do you hear me?

Earth calling moon rocket!

- Well? - Ah, Mr Baxter!

We've been calling them repeatedly. There's been no response...

Keep trying!

Observatory to Control room!

The rocket is now 2000 miles from the launching point.

It has just attained escape velocity 7 miles per second.

Everything seems in order. - Earth calling moon rocket!

Calling moon rocket! Calling moon rocket!

It won't do us any good if they're all dead!

Come in, moon rocket... come in!

Snowy!

Don't tell me the dog is the only one left!

Calling moon rocket!

Moon rocket, moon rocket, come in!

Moon rocket to earth...

Tintin speaking.

I've just regained consciousness. I'm going to check the others...

- I'll call you back... - Hurraay...!

Is everybody alright?

Professor?

- I'm fine. - Are you alright, Captain?

I'm fine, thanks.

Well, gentlemen, we're on our way!

Come on... you don't expect us to believe we're actually on our way to the moon?

I know it's unbelievable...

but it's true. - Balderdash!

Don't start acting that... I mean...

You kind of pull my leg again!

You don't believe me...

Well... come up here!

You'll see for yourself.

Just look into this stroboscopic telescope.

Thundering typhoons!

- Well? - It's...

It's incredible! It's...

amazing!

It's wonderful!

We're now about 6000 miles away from our good old earth.

And soon...

we'll be walking on the moon!

The End...