All language subtitles for Lost in Space S03E13 1080p BluRay x264-YELLOWBiRD (1).eng.

[Judy] Mother, lunch
is almost ready. Good.

[Penny] Oh, it's fun to
cook over an open fire.

Yes, isn't it?

Oh, you know, it's too bad that
Will couldn't have come with us.

He would have
enjoyed this.

Someone had to
stay with the ship.

You mean to say that
Dr. Smith couldn't

watch over the Jupiter 2
all by himself?

Since when has Dr. Smith been
able to do anything for himself?

Oh! But, really, do you
have to keep on working?

Couldn't you stop for a while
and enjoy the scenery?

Well, the original reason for
this trip was the radar station.

Now, you,
the girls and the scenery

are all welcome
added attractions.

Why, Professor Robinson!

[ Beeping ]

We've got company.

Reads like a class B-7
intergalactic spaceship.

What, in this area?

Attention, spaceship,
this is John Robinson

from the Earth ship
Jupiter ll.

Please identify yourselves.

Hello, Jupiter 2. This
is Earth ship Venus 5,

and are we glad
to find you!

We're preparing to land.
Activate landing beam.

It can't be
an Earth ship.

I know.

Activate the radiation shield.
We're gonna have to find out

a lot more about them
before we let them land.

Repeat, activate your
landing beam.

Attention, spaceship.

You are not an Earth vehicle.
We know that.

Now, who are you
and what do you want?

Activate landing beam.

We'll explain everything
once we've landed.

Explain it now,
or we won't let you land.

John, who do you
think it is?

Some renegade masquerading
as an Earth ship.

But now that
the force shield's up,

we don't have
anything to worry about.

They can't land.
[Electrical Crackling]

They're trying to
break through our shield!

It's holding!

They've put up
a protective shield.

We'll never be
able to land.

Put us
on automatic control.

We must land
on that planet.

It's our lives or theirs.

There must be a way to get
through their defenses.

[Whirring, Beeping 1

I see you two music lovers
are still enthralled

with the intergalactic
hit parade.

It does sound kind of like music, Dr.
Smith,

if you listen hard enough.

Indeed.

Well, sometimes it does.

[ Robot] And after all,

a robot does not live
by programming alone.

Some culture is required
to keep my tapes in balance.

What do you know of culture,
you ignominious ignoramus?

It's space static.
That's what it is.

We must land on that planet.
We have no other choice.

But we've tried. We can't
penetrate their radiation shield.

Then we must try again. There must
be a weak link in their defenses.

Look!

A perfect landing place.

But their
radiation shield,

we'll never be able to penetrate
it without a landing beam.

They'll give us one.

But first,
we must prepare ourselves.

We must look like these earthlings.
Bring up the females.

Get a computation on
Earth people components

and run it
on the screen.

Go.

Dial in
the male earthling.

Strange, but I
suppose functional.

And now,
the female earthling.

Not much improvement.
Turn off the image projector.

Turn on
the matter transformer.

First, we two.

[Whirring, Rumbling]

And now, the females.

[Whirring, Rumbling]

Ugly,
but I suppose practical.

I kind of like it.

Your opinion
was not requested!

Turn off
the matter transformer.

Females, go below
and prepare for landing.

It still won't work. You
know as well as I do that,

electromagnetic transference is
only good during daylight hours.

As soon as each
night's moons come up,

we'll revert back
to our regular forms again.

The daylight hours
will be more than enough

for us to destroy
their outpost.

But what if we can't exist
in their atmosphere?

We have to test it first
for at least 24 hours.

Yes, you're right.

But, I think I have a way
we can manage that.

We still have
the humanoid life-form

that was on the ship
when we stole it.

Mr. Zumdish,
can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

You will forget
everything about

our forcibly taking
over this spaceship,

and using it as
our escape ship,

after the deutronium
bank robbery.

You will only remember that
you are a tour director,

taking peaceful vacationers
on an intergalactic cruise.

You will accept us
as your vacationers.

Understand?

Yes, I understand.

Tour director.
Peaceful vacationers.

I must have fallen asleep.

Yes, you did doze off.

And here we are
wasting precious moments

of our
two-week vacations.

Yes, you promised us
wonderful times,

and we've just been floating
around here in space.

A Zumdish's word
is his bond!

I promised you
marvelous vacations,

and that's just
what you will have.

[ Beeping] What do you
think it is, Robot?

I compute it to be
an ionic directional probe.

A radio beam searching
for receiving outlets.

You mean someone's
trying to reach us?

Someone is trying to reach
any radio receiver.

Well, maybe they're in trouble.
We'd better help them.

No, William, don't.

We have no way of knowing
who it is out there.

They might be
terrible people!

Dr. Smith, whoever they are,
they're in trouble or something.

We can't just stand
here and do nothing.

Why not?

This is the Jupiter 2.
Identify yourself, please.

Identify myself?

This is Zumdish of Alterous Fun
Tours, Limited, of course!

What took you
so long to answer?

Well, gee, Mr. Zumdish,
we didn't even know.

And I don't want to hear
any excuses, either.

My happy vacationers are
ready for fun, fun, fun.

So, please, activate your
landing beam immediately!

I guess he's got us mixed
up with somebody else.

Perhaps not.

He did say that his spaceship was
full of vacationers, did he not?

Vacationers.
Happy, carefree people,

with their pockets
full of valuables,

ready for their
two weeks in the sun.

And what better
place to vacation

than this planet
paradise of ours?

Dr. Smith, they're
headed somewhere else.

They are headed
for where the fun is,

and who is more
fun than we are?

You, sir,
what is the going rate

for rooms in this
part of the galaxy?

With or without
running water?

Even if we could, where
would we get the rooms?

Really, William.

We happen to have an empty
spaceship, and you ask where!

Dr. Smith,
Mom and Dad and the others

are only going to be
gone a few days.

You... You can't just
rent out their rooms!

Just think of it, William.

We are at the beginning of a huge
and lucrative new enterprise.

Smith's Resort Hotels, where the
best go to rest. It's lovely.

Dr. Smith, you just...

Welcome, Mr. Zumdish.
Welcome.

This is Dr. Zachary Smith, manager
of, uh... Of Happy Acres.

I know that all your
people are very eager

to partake of the joys
of our vacation wonderland.

But I must advise you,
my dear sir,

we are at the height
of our season now,

and much as
we regret it,

there has been a slight
increase in our rates.

My people have been saving all
year for their vacations.

I'm quite sure they have more than
enough deutronium aboard the ship

to cover all costs.

Deutronium? Did you
hear that, William?

Deutronium!

Dr. Smith, you can't
charge them for nothing!

Nothing, indeed. Look at
this veritable paradise.

Pleasant meadows
in four different colors,

lava bed mineral baths,
fantastic underground caves

that will make
marvelous nightclubs,

and not one,
but four different suns

for the really
complete suntan.

Oh, William,
it would be cruel indeed,

if we did not
welcome those poor,

fun-starved individuals

to our happy little hotel.

Mr. Zumdish, I am activating
the landing beam.

Prepare your
happy travelers for

the very best vacation
they have ever had.

Thank you.
We will be arriving shortly.

See? You sign up with Alterous Fun
Tours, Limited for vacations,

and that's what we deliver,

fun, fun, fun!
[Popping]

Lovely.

Now remember, our guests
will be here at any moment.

I want them to be made
happy and comfortable,

in the best tradition
of Smith's Resort Hotels.

Dr. Smith, it's just no fun
carrying people's luggage.

And besides, vacationers are computed
to be extremely bad tippers.

Spare me the complaints. Did
we or did we not all agree

that we would each do the job
we were best suited for?

You agreed.

We took a vote, did we not?

I did not!

You are not
entitled to a vote.

You are a ninny.

Well, I didn't
get to vote either.

It's not legal to vote until you're
21, William. Everybody knows that.

But enough of
this idle chatter.

Our guests will be
here momentarily.

Are we all ready?

Well, I guess so.
Splendid.

Now, remember our motto,

[Together] "A happy guest
is a Paying guest."

Yes.
[Vehicle Approaching]

Here they come.

How do you do?
How nice to see you.

So nice to see you. Welcome!
Welcome to Happy Acres.

Dr. Zachary Smith,
manager, social director,

all-around fun person,
at your service.

I am Zumdish.
Of course you're Zumdish.

I knew you at once from the
Intergalactic Department Store.

Formerly. I'm in
business for myself now.

How very nice.

Alterous Fun Tours, Limited.
Allow me.

Oh, pardon me.
My laundry list.

You call this
a resort hotel?

Oh, yes, indeed.

As a matter of fact,
Happy Acres

is the flagship
of my entire chain.

We have scenery in four
different colors, you know.

We humanoid life-forms
are used to scenery

in eight
different colors.

I see. An Olympic-sized
hot lava pool?

[Chuckles]

Only one?

We have meteor riding, rocket
testing, all the latest sports.

And not one, but two moons for
the romantically inclined.

And we also have
a remarkable robot

programmed for
exquisite service.

Badminton, anyone?

Not now, booby.
Tend to the luggage.

Wait!

My customers want
a fun vacation.

I'm not sure it's quite
what they had in mind.

Oh, but you're so wrong,
Mr. Zumdish.

This is the gayest resort
you've ever found.

Ask anyone in the rest of the
galaxy just how much fun we are.

A money-back guarantee?

A money-back...

Yes.
Yes, of course.

In that case,
we will give you a trial.

If my vacationers have
a good time here,

you will get
some more business from me.

If not, both they and I,

will be very
unhappy with you.

Oh, they'll have
a good time. I know it.

All right, help them
to their luggage.

Bellboy! Front!

Yes, sir.

Attend to the luggage.
Yes, sir.

Now, remember what I said.

Let fun be your guide.

Fun, fun, fun!
[Popping]

Never fear, Smith is here!

Let me assure you,
my dear Mr. Zumdish,

that is what we understand
here at Happy Acres.

Fun, fun, fun!

This way, sir.
This way.

Ah! Bravo! Bravo!

You're doing beautifully.
Fun, fun, fun!

Fun, fun, fun!

Bellboy!
Yes, sir!

Really! Must I do
everything myself?

[Mumbling] Don't talk
with your mouth full!

Well,I guess I'm not
used to being a bellboy.

William, you will
simply have to shape up.

It is vital that we
please our guests.

Now, take all of these things
directly to Suite D-12.

D-12?

D-12.
Your sister Judy's room.

William, can't you
remember anything?

I'm sorry.

Now, careful with that luggage.
We are not insured.

[Thump]

[Groaning]

Are you all right?

Oh. Yes, of course,
my dear.

And doubly so, now that you've
allowed me the pleasure

of stopping your
shuttlecock for you.

I wish you hadn't
stopped it so hard.

It's all dented
and everything.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
How stupid of me

to allow my head to dent your
dainty little shuttlecock.

Oh, I guess
it's all right,

just as long as you make
sure you don't do it again.

Oh, I promise you. I shall see
that it does not happen again.

Fun, fun, fun!

Saucy baggage!

[Dings]

Ah! 1,900 receipts,

and 2,000 cubits
of deutronium.

I'm gonna be rich,
rich, rich!

Can I go to bed now?

Is all the sports
equipment put away?

Yes.

And are the hotel grounds
clean and sparkling

ready for the gay
activities of tomorrow?

Yes.

And have all our guests retired
to their luxurious suites?

Yes.

In that case, I suggest
that you go right to bed.

You have to be up bright
and early in the morning

to prepare breakfast
for everyone.

And remember, put plenty of
water in the fruit juice,

and no seconds for anyone.

A happy guest is
a hungry guest.

A happy guest
is a tired robot.

[ Both Yawning ]

See you soon!

Ah, good evening,
my dear.

I would have thought you'd
be fast asleep by now,

all tired out from your
gay round of activities

here at Happy Acres.

I tried to sleep,
but I couldn't.

Couldn't sleep?

No.

I kept thinking about how sweet you
were at the pool this afternoon.

I hope I didn't hurt
your pretty head

when I hit it on
the badminton court.

Oh, no, my dear.
It was a pleasure and a joy

to be hit on the head by your
dainty little shuttlecock.

You're sweet.

Yes, I know.

And quite good-looking.

Yes, I know.

But not nearly as
attractive as you, my dear.

You know, it's not uncommon

for romance to flourish
in this vacation paradise.

Yes, I've heard about
vacation romances,

but I never dreamed
it might happen to me.

Romance can come
to all of us, my dear.

But you're so far above me.

Oh, no, my dear.

It's you who are
so far above me.

I would like to
be on your level.

Would you really like
to be just like me?

Oh, yes, my clear. I would
like to be just as rich...

That is to say, I would
like to be just like you.

I think that
can be arranged.

If only it could be.

Then my fondest dream
would come true.

I do want your dream
to come true.

You do?

Until tomorrow?

Until tomorrow.

Adieu.

Adieu.

Adieu.

Farewell.

Good night.

The old fool is falling like
a ton of spent meteorites.

And you're confident you'll be able
to have him doing your bidding?

Supremely confident.

He'll make a perfect dupe
for the space patrol.

His body orbiting
endlessly in space,

with some wreckage
of their spaceship.

We'll have the space
patrol convinced

that we have met our
tragic but deserved end.

But he doesn't look
anything like any of us.

You haven't forgotten your
matter transformation ring,

have you?
No.

Once he has that ring on his finger,
he'll be just like one of us.

[Creature Howling]

We've reverted back
to our original forms.

We have to
move immediately

before the humans
discover who we really are.

Yes. I'm going to
be rich and famous.

I shall go down in history
as the first

intergalactic innkeeper.

No!
He is only metal.

We must find the humans.

Did you say
something, William?

I wonder what it was.

Asleep at the switch.
I might have known.

Wake up!
Wake up!

Did you hear something
strange out here?

I was resting
my computer tapes.

A likely story.

I heard a noise out here. You
couldn't have slept right through it.

My micro-mechanism
has been worked so hard,

it is tired enough
to sleep through anything.

I never said
hotel work was easy.

Two doing the work
of three never is.

How dare you! I'm doing
much more than my share!

Don't suppose for a moment it is
easy to count all those receipts.

And, besides,
isn't it rewarding to know

how happy you are making
those vacationers?

Well, I must confess...
Shh.

Did you hear something just then?
Uh...

I am not programmed
for day and night work.

My computer tapes need eight hours'
rest just like any other robot's.

You cannot expect me to...

Silence!

Spare me
the emotional outbursts.

I'm sure it was just some
people trying to sneak in.

Yes. Yes,
that's what it was.

The word is out
in the rest of the galaxy,

that we are this year's fun resort,
and already we have crashers.

Well, I'll show them!

Nobody gets into Happy Acres
except paying guests.

On second thought,
you'll show them.

I hereby appoint you
night watchman.

But I am already badminton
instructor, bellman, golf pro,

lifeguard, dining room
and room service waiter,

and social director!

You'll also make a wonderful
night watchman.

Well, what are you
waiting for?

Find those trespassers and order
them off the hotel grounds.

But my computer
tapes need rest.

Night watchman,
do your duty!

But I...

Very well,
you sententious sloth.

I'll go with you and show you
how it's done. Stand aside.

Well, press the button,
booby!

Also elevator operator.

I could have sworn
I heard something.

No one is here but us.

Now can I go back and rest
my weary computer tapes?

Tapes, my foot! You're not a very
good night watchman, you know?

I was programmed
for more important work.

Oh, very well.

Return to your slumbers,
you pitiable pip-squeak!

My micro-mechanism
thanks you,

my computer tapes thank you,
and I thank you.

How exciting.

I know I heard something.
I must have heard something.

I have very sound instincts
about things like that.

Oh, well. Perhaps this
once I made a mistake.

Aah!

Did you ring, Dr. Smith?

Silence,booby! Go below!
Go below! Aah!

It's all your fault.

Let's finish him.

Wait!

It must be the sun's rays.

Yes, apparently we only revert
back when the moons are high.

Then we don't have to destroy the humans.
At least, not yet.

Ah, good morning,
my dear Mr. Zumdish.

Isn't it a lovely morning?
So clean and fine.

Allow me, sir.
Yes.

There we are.

I trust you had
a good night's sleep.

The mattress on my bed
was very lumpy.

Regrettable. I shall
see to it immediately.

But tell me, my dear sir, wasn't
your breakfast delicious?

The cereal was just as
lumpy as my mattress.

I'm sure lunch
will be marvelous.

Dr. Smith, I'm afraid
I must tell you,

I find your resort hotel
not at all fun,

and not at all what I had
in mind for my tour.

But, my dear sir, your people seem
to be having a wonderful time.

Yes, they do at that.

There's no accounting
for taste.

My dear Mr. Zumdish,
just give me

a bit more time
and I guarantee

that I shall have
my hotel operating

at 100% fun capacity.

Very well. We'll
continue the trial run.

But, remember,
let your motto be

"Fun, fun, fun!"
[Popping]

Oh, my dear sir,
let me assure you,

that's all we understand
here at Happy Acres.

Fun... Aah!

Fun, fun, fun.

Fun, fun, fun!

William, what, may I ask,
took you so long?

Well, you see,
Dr. Smith, I was...

Don't you know that you're holding
up an entire golf tournament?

Well, I guess I do.
I mean...

I knew you couldn't start the
tournament without the golf clubs.

But, see, I was busy in the
galley when you organized it...

I simply don't
have time for excuses.

I'm losing a fortune in greens fees.
Let me help you.

Ah.

There we are.

Come along.

Thanks a lot.

[Female Alien, sing-song]
Dr. Smith?

Where are you, my dear?

I'm not going to tell you.

You'll have to come
and find me for yourself.

I'd love to, my dear, but
I'm quite busy right now.

Too busy for
the game of romance?

Never too busy
for you, my dear.

Ready or not,
here I come.

Where are you?

Here I am.

Ah.

There you are.

You see?
I found you.

Now what do I get
as my prize?

Close your eyes.

For me?

Oh, what a surprise.

How lovely,
and in such good taste.

How sweet of you.

It's a warm, tender,
sentimental gift.

I shall
treasure it always.

You said you wanted
to be just like me.

This ring will put us
on the very same level.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Then, until tonight.

Until tonight.

We'll meet right here.

Dr. Smith?

What is this?

I thought you were
supposed to be

giving instruction
in badminton?

I was. All morning.

That is, after I finished
serving breakfast.

Oh. My computer tapes
are all worn out.

How sad!
Complaints, complaints.

That's all I ever hear. It is not
easy to be a hotel impresario.

Very well. You may
return to the hotel

and rest for
exactly five minutes,

after you have served
the guests their lunch.

But lunch hasn't
even been cooked yet!

I hereby appoint you
master chef.

See to it immediately.

How untidy! I must also
appoint him chief gardener.

[Thud]

Dr. Smith,
are you all right?

Yes, indeed.
I'm getting used to it.

Oh. It's all dented again.

Will you forgive me?

You're forgiven.

I do hope she
doesn't try archery.

Why am I forced to do everything myself?
I'm completely exhausted.

You, sir!
[Snoring ]

Where am I?

You are at Smith's Happy Acres
Hotel, and don't you forget it!

You're supposed to be a
computer, are you not?

Affirmative.

Very well. Compute this.

Ten thousand
cubits of deutronium.

Correct.

Why did it take you so long
to come to that conclusion?

If you knew the answer,
why did you ask me?

Yours is not to question why.
Yours is but to total, total.

May I rest my tapes now?

No, you may not.

We have to finish here first.

And afterwards, I want you to
plan the water polo tournament.

I want it ready to
start immediately

after breakfast
tomorrow morning.

[Creature Howling]

The test period is over.

We can survive in this
planet's atmosphere.

And now we must
destroy the humans.

Here.

Lovely, lovely. I'm going
to be beautifully rich,

and I haven't even
tabulated the receipts

from tomorrow's
water polo tournament.

But I compute that water polo cannot
be played in a hot lava pool.

The ball will melt.

You're so clever. I'm sure
you'll think of something.

You'd better finish up
the counting here.

I just remembered an appointment I have.
This is only the beginning.

What did you say,
Dr. Smith?

Never mind, ninny.

You don't understand romance.

[Creature Howling]

Is that you singing,
my dear'?

I'm coming.

Oh, dear.

I suddenly feel
quite strange.

[Howling]

Here I come.

Yoo-hoo, my dear,
it's me, your Zachary!

[Female Alien]
I'm over here, Zachary!

[Laughing]

Where are you, my dear?
[ Howling ]

Your voice is lovely
in the moonlight.

Please, come out
where I can see you.

There you are!
Please, don't! Aah!

[Laughing]

Who's there?

Get his power pack!

Where is it?

Danger! Danger!

That must be it.

I got it!

Come on.

Whew.

I'm so frightened,
and so alone!

[Howling]

Why did I do that?

And why does my throat
feel so furry?

Oh, dear!
Oh, dear!

Oh!

What happened?

Monsters!
Hideous monsters!

They've taken
over Happy Acres.

Happy Acres?
What's that?

Happy Acres is my...

Oh, dear,
I'm so frightened.

I'm half out of my head.
I don't know what I'm saying.

Monsters have taken over
the Jupiter 2!

The Jupiter 2? Well, where's Will?
ls he all right?

I battled those terrifying
monsters with all my strength.

I fought them courageously,
but the odds against me

were so overwhelming,

that I was finally
forced to flee for my life.

Where is Will?

They were so ferocious,
so overwhelming!

[John ] Where is he? I think
he's still in the spaceship.

With all those monsters?

I'm afraid so.

Maureen, stay here with the girls.
We'll go on ahead,

and see if we can find out
what's happening.

No, no! I couldn't!

Those monsters
will kill me!

On the double!

I'm completely exhausted.
I cannot go another step.

Those monsters
will kill us all.

Come on!

Smith, what's going on here?

What's all this sports
equipment lying about?

Sports equipment?

What sports equipment?

We're waiting
for an answer.

Oh, yes. There does seem to be some
sports equipment lying around.

Yes, I know it's here.
I see it. How did it get here?

I don't really know.

And where are all these monsters
you were yelling about?

Monsters? There don't
seem to be any, do there?

I'm afraid it was just
a bad dream I had.

I must stop eating peanut
butter and salami sandwiches

before I retire.

Let's find Will. Maybe he can
tell us what's happening.

And this better not be one
of your harebrained schemes.

Professor Robinson, I have no
idea what you're talking about.

Peanut butter and salami!

And then I heard those sounds
coming closer and closer,

so I climbed up on top of my
closet shelf and I hid there.

And then after a while,
the door opened

and they stepped
into the room.

They were terrible, Dad.

Really horrible-looking
creatures.

And yet, everything now is
as peaceful as it could be.

Dad, I'm sorry.

The hotel idea seemed like
it would be a lot of fun,

and Dr. Smith said
it would be all right.

That's all right, Son.
It's not your fault.

But Smith should have known better.
Robot!

Do you have anything to add?

My tapes were much too weary to
make a positive computation,

but my scanners did
view two creatures.

Alien monsters?

I am sorry,
Professor Robinson.

My micro-mechanism has
just been too overworked

for me to be certain.

But you do remember
that Smith thought

he heard something
the night before.

That much I do remember,
Professor Robinson.

And last night,
these two creatures.

Professor Robinson!
Professor Robinson!

Yes?

Professor Robinson, I'm afraid
I've made a horrible mistake.

I thought they were just
happy vacationers,

but last night,
I heard the fight,

and I had to hide or they would
have tried to destroy me as well.

Who are they, Zumdish?

I heard them talking.

They are space robbers
who assumed a humanoid form.

They are running from the justice
of the Intergalactic Tribunal.

They have been searching for a
safe place where they could hide,

and feel they have
found it here,

after destroying
everyone on this planet.

Where are they now?

Out hunting for us.
Out hunting for any humans

who might someday
be able to tell

the space patrol
their whereabouts.

They'll find Maureen and the girls!
We'd better get there first.

Will, stay here
with the Robot.

Man the battle stations!
lam going below!

Mother, how long
do we have to stay here?

Until your father
comes back for us.

Oh, dear!

Dr. Smith,
what are you doing here?

I... I...
l don't really know.

Somehow, I thought
it would be safer out here.

Well, what's happening back
at the Jupiter 2?

Nothing. Nothing at all.
It's as peaceful as can be.

What about the monsters you
said you were so afraid of?

Monsters, madam?
There are no monsters.

[Screaming]

Oh!

Oh! Dr. Smith!

Hold it!

Who are you?
What do you want?

Come along!

Getup!

Where are
Maureen and the girls?

I have no idea.

John, look.

The footprints
go this way.

Let's go!

Oh, woe is me.

Alack and alas!

Over there!

We will destroy them in the
lava pit, one at a time.

The mother first.

Come here!

Be careful
with that, booby.

Yes, sir.

Mind your manners. Hurry
along with those, bellboy.

Hurry.
Yes, sir.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

lam delighted
that everything

was resolved
with such dispatch.

I would have been extremely
unhappy if it hadn't,

especially after enjoying the great
hospitality of your fine hotel.

You know, Dr. Smith,
I have decided

that you run
a very good place,

and I am going to make it
a regular stop

for my fun tours
from now on.

How nice.

[Thud ]
Careful with the luggage.

We're not insured.

Oh, allow me.

Zumdish Insurance Company,
starting today.

Good-bye, Zachary.

Good-bye, my dear.

Even though they're taking us many
galaxies away, I'll be thinking of you.

How exciting.

I was hoping you might have
a keepsake for me,

something which will always
remind me of you.

I may have just the thing.

Excuse me.

Yes, Dr. Smith?
Shh.

Quickly, what is
the value of this?

One dollar, seventy-nine cents
at any five-and-ten-cent store.

Oh, the pain, the pain. It's supposed
to be worth a king's ransom.

It is not even worth
a Dr. Smith's ransom.

However, my computers
indicate that

there is more to it
than meets the eye.

[ Dr. Smith ] I am not
interested in meeting your eyes.

I am interested only
in immediate cash value!

Here you are, my dear.
This is for you.

But it's the ring I gave you.

Exactly so.
Much too generous of you.

It's a sacrifice
I cannot allow you to make.

I'll always remember you.

Naturally.

This is good-bye.

Bon voyage.

Good-bye!
Good-bye!

Good-bye!

Here we go! [ Pops ]

Dr. Smith?

Yes, Professor?

Isn't there something that
you're just dying to tell me?

Me?

Yes, you.

Oh, Professor, I shall have
that sign off in a jiffy.

The Happy Acres Hotel
will be just a fond memory.

Frankly, I'm very glad
it's all over.

Who says it's over?

Now we're all gonna
take a vacation.

Vacation?

Where are we gonna go, Dad?

We're not going anywhere. We're
gonna spend it right here

at Happy Acres.

And since you're the big
intergalactic innkeeper,

I'm sure you'll show us
a wonderful time,

on the house.

I shall certainly miss
that young woman.

I wish she had left me
a memento of her visit,

to help me through
the trying days ahead.

[ Pop, Thud]

[Wheezy Laughter]

[ Narrator] Stay tuned for some
exciting scenes from next week's show.

Next week,
an alien bounty hunter

terrorizes the space family,
Robinson,

when a mysterious frozen tomb
they have discovered, thaws,

and releases
a beautiful ice princess.

Stop that!

[Speaks indistinctly]

Don, look!

[Speaking In
Alien Language]

I think I'd like you to
stay a while with Chavo.

Something is special inside you
don't want Chavo to see, amigo?

Why don't you try
asking permission

before you start nosing around
other people's property?

That's an insult!

[ Narrator] Next week,
chilling adventure,

in the episode titled,
Castles in Space,

on Lost in Space,
on this channel!