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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...