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I've altered our
course by four degrees.

Good. That should give us a clearer
flight path for at least 24 hours.

Going on the assumption, of course, we aren't
hit by a wild comet or a falling star.

Or, plow into
some unknown asteroid.

You amaze me, Major West.

Worrying about, normal
occupational hazards like that.

Say, where's the Robot'? He was
supposed to compute our radial reactor.

Oh, Smith said he needed him for a few
minutes on a project of major importance.

Yeah, I can imagine.

[ Dr. Smith] Careful. Careful!

Careful, you incompetent imbecile.
Not too much water.

Give this here.
Give it here.

Indeed. I raised this plant
from a tiny cutting.

I have mothered it
to its present size.

There is no need
for concern, Dr. Smith.

Unlike yourself,
I have excellent judgment.

Have you, indeed?

Among the other members of this
expedition, I am held in high esteem.

You might even say they regard
me with deep affection.

Hold your tongue, you bumptious braggart.
You'll pop a rivet.

Stand aside. Stand aside.

There are many good reasons, Dr.
Smith, why I am so well liked.

I am honest, kind, gentle,
courteous, brave,

self-sacrificing
and a real great guy.

And a real great goose.

Dr. Smith, if you're done
with the Robot, can I...

What's the trouble, William?
This plant.

You know Dad's orders. No one's supposed
to bring any kind of vegetation

of alien kind on the ship.

I recall your father's edict
very well indeed.

But surely it does not apply to
this innocent little orange tree.

Besides, Dr. Smith
is its mother.

If you quote me, quote accurately, booby.
That is not what I said.

Dr. Smith, I'm not so sure
that's an orange tree.

Oh, William.
Of course it's an orange tree.

Any day now, a great crop of luscious
Valencia oranges will burst forth.

But space radiation can affect any
plant's photosynthesis process.

We don't know
what that might turn into.

You might be placing us all
in deadly danger.

You're both making
much ado over nothing.

Well, just the same, when Don sees
it, he's gonna throw it overboard.

Will he indeed?
And you with it.

To please you, William, I shall
get rid of the plant immediately.

Now you're talking. Oh, can
I please take the Robot?

As far as I'm concerned,
you may take him and lose him.

This parting brings
an end to "horrah."

Let us hope we
do not meet "tomorrah."

Be gone, booby!

How ridiculous. As if a
harmless little citrus plant

could be anything but a fountain
of delicious orange juice.

They're all jealous of my
horticultural ability. All of them.

Jealous. Jealous.

Looks like some kind
of radiation belt.

[ Don ]
Must be a galactic phenomenon.

The scintillometer's
way off.

[Thud]

We're encountering
radiation shock waves.

John, can't we
alter our course?

We don't have enough time.
Whatever it is,

we're gonna have to take a
chance and fly right through it.

I guess I better warn
the children.

[Yelping]

Maureen,
stabilize the ship.

[Groans]
Dr. Smith.

He's really hurt bad.
[Groans]

I have computed
his condition.

The good doctor is only
paralyzed with fear.

Silence, ninny.
Why shouldn't I be?

There's just so much
a man can stand.

Man?

Spare me the asinine aside,
you insensitive idiot.

I've suffered a
severe emotional shock.

I'm terribly sorry,
Dr. Smith.

Thank you, William. My entire
nervous system's been damaged.

I shall require at least
24 hours to recuperate.

William, dear boy.

Would you see to it that my
dinner is served in my quarters?

All right.

You can goldbrick later,
Smith.

Right now we've got
a lot of repair work to do.

Believe me, Major, lam beyond
physical efforts of any kind.

I don't wanna have to
tell you again, move.

But I need a little time in order to
recover from my recent experience.

Smith. Very well, Major.
But you will regret it.

Denying an exhausted man
a little peace and quiet.

Cold and cruel you are.

All right, Smith.
Never mind the compliments.

I'll meet you on the upper
deck in 30 seconds.

Thirty seconds indeed.
That dreadful man.

[Grunts]

System A's all right. I'd say we
were lucky. Only minor damage.

Let's try System B.
Right.

Hold that steady.

Yeah.

Smith, give me an R-14
transistor unit, please.

I think the ship is burning up.
What?

I think the ship
is burning up!

[Console Beeping]

Well, what are you
going to do?

[ Beeping Stops] Nothing to worry about.
There's no danger.

Our hull picked up some electroactive
waves going through the radiation belt.

It'll burn off in a few hours.
How nice.

[Yawns ]

Are you all right? In reply to
your question, I must tell you,

I have reached a point
beyond any feeling at all.

All right, Smith. We get the idea.
You're tired, right?

You're quite wrong, Major. I am
completely and utterly exhausted.

Well, then, perhaps you'd...
You'd better get some rest.

Perhaps I'd better.
Bless you both.

[Chuckles ] You know that
whole routine was an act?

Yeah, tell me about it,
Don.

[Yawns ]

Now for a healthful draft
of spring water.

[Yawns Loudly]

Mmm, and a nice little nap.

It's so good to be safe
in one's own little room,

in one's own little bed.

[ Loud Yawn ]

Dr. Smith, dinner's ready.

Dr. Smith, wake up!
What?

[Screams]

William! Get away from me, you
loathsome thing. William, what is it?

It's your orange tree,
Dr. Smith.

Space radiation
must've mutated it.

Boy, it's a good thing
I decided to wake you up.

Oh, William, I am indeed grateful.
How terrible it is.

That thing was going to attack me,
and I raised it from nothing.

I wouldn't say
it was attacking you.

It looked kind of
affectionate.

Affectionate?
Affectionate?

Do you really think so,
William?

Well, that doesn't change the fact
that you promised to get rid of it.

I fully intended to, William, but you
see, we encountered the radiation belt,

and it slipped my mind.

Well, I think I'd better
go tell Dad and Don.

William, there is no reason
to act in haste.

After all, we discovered
the danger before any

appreciable harm
could be done.

I'm quite sure that we can handle this
situation without involving the others.

I don't know. There is really
no problem, believe me.

I promise to dispose of
this thing immediately.

Well, all right.

But you're gonna have to put it through
the jet exhaust so it'll burn up.

No sooner off your tongue
than it is done.

Now run along and have your dinner.
I'll join you in a thrice.

What a pity. In season, we could have
had oranges as big a watermelons.

[Yelps]

Well, you are an affectionate
little devil, aren't you?

Here's our position, and
this is where we're going.

How many days did Dad say
it'd take us to get there?

About 10.
Sure is a
long time
from now.

Why didn't Dad select this galaxy?
Look, it's much closer.

True. But the chances of finding
an advanced civilization

in any of these small worlds
is pretty slim.

Yeah. I suppose so.

Penny, what's wrong? Nothing.
Every/thing's just fine.

Penny?
Well, it's just that,

well, now we're back in space,
I'm anxious to go home.

All of us feel the same way, Penny.
Yeah, but we're so close.

Oh, sure we are. Just 10 million miles
away, give or take a few million.

Oh, Judy,
you know what I mean.

Of course I do. But let's not rush things.
We'll get home.

You know the
old Chinese proverb,

"A journey of a thousand miles
starts with one step."

[Chuckles] All right. I'll
try to curb my impatience.

[Hissing]

Something's wrong with the air
ventilation system. Get Dad and Don.

The stabilizing unit's
overheating.

Switch them off and turn
on to auxiliary. [Coughs]

How long do you think you can
keep her steady on secondaries?

Oh, about a couple
of hours, I think.

Do you think you can find and
fix what's wrong by then, Dad?

We'd better, Judy. [Penny]
What happens if you don't?

Well, the Jupiter 2 will just start
rolling over and over, like a ball.

The aero balance meter indicates
all our intake ducts are closed.

That's strange. We couldn't have
picked up anything in space.

It doesn't make sense.

The distribution imbalance seems to be
resting directly on top of the Jupiter.

[Penny] Look.

Some kind of
a plant growth.

Now we know what's
shutting off the air ducts.

But we've been traveling
in space for hours.

How could a plant attach
itself to the spaceship?

That's a good question.

Oh, sadness, oh, sorrow.

It never occurred to me that anything
as terrible as this would happen.

All this extra work
is your fault.

Will told you to dispose of that
plant through the jet exhaust.

Yes, I know he did.
But it was so heavy.

So like the prize idiot, you sent it out
into space through the escape hatch.

Believe me, Major,
I never thought for a moment

it would attach itself
to the Jupiter.

I'm truly sorry.
Really, I am.

Unfortunately, your regrets
don't help the situation now.

It wasn't all Dr. Smith's fault.
I'm responsible too.

Yes, you are, Son. You
should've reported the

finding of that
plant immediately.

Anyone have
any suggestions?

Perhaps I can be of service,
Professor Robinson.

Not unless you have some idea of how
to get that plant off this ship.

My computers indicate the
plant is clinging to the ship

because it believes
Dr. Smith to be its mother.

Tattletale. Oh, no. Now
I've heard everything.

Unfortunately, I have
no ready solution,

but I can give you
some further information.

All right, let's have it.

I have computed the performance
range of our auxiliary stabilizers.

They will function for
38 minutes and 10 seconds.

If the intake ducts are not cleared
of the plant growth before that time,

we will all perish.

Forgive me for revealing
such depressing information.

Thirty-eight minutes
and 10 seconds. Oh, dear.

There must be
some way out of this.

Don. Get me a reading of the atmospheric
density of that planet down there.

About 30 pounds
per square inch.

That just might do it.
What's the plan?

Destroy the plant, if we're lucky.
Take her down.

John, wait a minute.

The Robot might
have something.

That plant seems to have
some kind of intelligence.

You might be right. It moved
up when I said destroy it.

Let's go.

This is madness, Professor.
You'll destroy us all.

I'm fully aware of
the danger, Doctor.

Who knows what horrid alien
life-forms may exist clown there.

We have one chance,
Dr. Smith.

If Dad's plan works, our entry
into the planet's atmosphere,

will set the vegetation on
the ship afire, killing it.

And possibly us
into the bargain.

Suppose the gravitational pull of this
unknown world is too strong for us?

In that case, Smith, your miserable
life will come to a merciful end.

We'll be entering the planet's
atmosphere in a few moments.

[Low seeping]

The radio. Someone's
trying to contact us.

Match our wavelength to theirs.
Yes, sir.

This is the Jupiter 2 space
expedition from Earth. Come in.

This is the Jupiter... [ Man ] You are
about to enter a restricted zone.

Alter your flight pattern
immediately and leave the area.

We repeat,
this is a restricted zone.

Give me the mike, Son.

This is John Robinson
from the planet Earth.

We're having some trouble up here.
We must enter your atmosphere.

A final warning,
leave this area at once.

Do not attempt to enter our
atmosphere, or you will be destroyed.

We've got to make an entry.
This is an emergency.

They've stopped sending.

[High-pitched Beeping]

Dad, look at those blips.

I wonder
what they are.

We'll find
out soon enough.

Maybe we'd better take that
advice from our unfriendly host.

Danger! Danger!
There they are.

[ explosion ]

There's another one.

[ explosion ]

Take her out of here!
We're under attack!

It's coming directly at us!
Full rocket power!

Check!

[ Exhales]

That was close.

Oh, dear.

Did you know that I once
studied to be an architect?

That's much too dangerous a
profession, Major. [Chuckles]

You fall off a 40-story building
and whammo, that's it, buddy.

Yeah, I know
what you mean.

Dad, why would they
want to attack us?

We told them
we were friendly.

Oh, William. In the
hostile environment of space,

there are no reasonable
explanations.

Well, it could've been
a mistake, Dr. Smith.

We're not positive
they heard our radio message.

That's a possibility, Son. Why don't
you try to contact them again?

Well, gentlemen,
what are we going to do?

We cannot enter the environment
of that hostile planet,

and we do not have the time
to try and reach another one.

We still have a
little time, Dr. Smith.

Hardly an optimistic outlook,
if you would like my opinion.

We don't like it and we don't
wanna hear it, Smith.

Spare me your bullying tactics, Major.
You cannot frighten me.

I shall say whatever I please
whenever it pleases me.

Look.

We've got enough troubles

without you two acting like a
couple of overgrown schoolboys.

He started it. Well, I'm
going to finish it.

Doctor, go to your quarters.
I believe I shall.

It will be a distinct pleasure to leave
the presence of this militant moron.

I oughta...

This is the Jupiter 2
space expedition from Earth.

We're requesting permission
to land on your planet.

I repeat.
This is the Jupiter 2.

We're in desperate shape.
Do you think we could land?

Guess that answers our question.
What'll we do now?

An immediate decision
is essential.

The mass of the monster plant outside
is growing with every moment.

We take her down.
What about the warning?

Well, that's a chance
we'll have to take.

Maybe we can burn off the plant before
they launch another missile at us.

You and the Robot go below, Will.
Yes, sir.

Try a third gyro.

Gyro regulator's reading 162.6.
Check.

Right there.

There it is again.

[ Don ] The Robot's right.
It's getting bigger.

We haven't got
a minute to lose.

Try four more points.

Atmosphere entry
in nine seconds.

Eight, seven, six,

five, four.

Three, two, one.

Entry.

Give me a constant reading
on the outer hull temperature.

Twelve hundred degrees.

Sixteen hundred degrees.

Twenty-four hundred degrees
and still climbing.

I think it's working. Skin
temperature, 4,000 degrees.

Nothing could survive that.
The ducts are clear.

No indication of outside
mass attached to the ship.

All right. Let's get out
of here while we can.

Rig for
emergency lighting.

John, what's happening?

Some kind of laser beam from that
planet below drained all our power.

We're like sitting
ducks up here.

Why don't they just
knock us over?

Well, that beam and all those
missiles came from one attack area.

Our orbit's taking us
out of range.

How long before we can
recharge and get out of here?

We'll need 20 hours,
full recharge.

That'll give us enough power
to reach escape velocity?

There's only one problem.

In 11 hours, our orbit's going to take
us right over that attack area again.

[ Knocking ]

Yes?

[ Don] Major West.
Oh. Come in.

I wanna talk to you, Smith.
It's quite important.

Very well, proceed.

We're still trying to make
contact with the planet.

So far, no luck.

Something has to be done,
and we have to do it.

Did you say, "we," Major?

Someone has to go down
to that planet

and convince them
we're not their enemies.

And how do you propose to
accomplish this miraculous mission?

Do we grow wings and fly?
No.

By using the space pod, we can get to
the attack area before the Jupiter 2.

You see, the pod's small
enough to go undetected.

That's a splendid idea, Major. I suggest
you go along and my blessings go with you.

I'm glad you approve, Dr. Smith,
because you're going with me.

l am?

Oh, we'll have a much better chance
of success if there are two of us.

Well, much as I would like to
accept your kind invitation, Major,

I'm afraid you'd better look
for somebody else.

You see, by nature,
I am not exactly suited

for this particular
type of work.

You're the most expendable of the whole
group, and you're going with me.

Thank you, no.
My mind is made up.

I'm sorry, Dr. Smith, but I just
can't take no for an answer.

You're quite right, Major.
Two heads are better than one.

I shall be delighted
to accompany you.

Come on.

Indeed, forcing me to leave without
saying good-bye to my dear friends.

You're a cold,
callous man, Major.

You'll be back before
they know it. Get in here.

I fear they will never
see me again.

What a dismal
and desolate place.

There's no sign
of habitation anywhere.

Major, I suggest
we return to our spaceship.

[Don ] Well, those missiles
didn't fire themselves, Smith.

We're not alone
on this planet. Come on.

[Thrusters Firing]

Major, the space pod! It's
gonna take off! Stop it!

Let me go! Let me go!
Smith, come back here.

Look, Major. It's gone.

Do you realize we're marooned
on this forsaken planet?

Why didn't you
try to stop it?

Because I deliberately set
the remote-control system

so it would return
to the Jupiter 2.

Right now, Smith,
we're expendable.

No sense in sacrificing a vital piece of
equipment along with us, now is there?

Oh, good heavens. I'm
trapped here with a madman.

You just
take it easy, Smith.

As far as we're concerned, the
space pod has served its purpose.

Now if the Robinsons want to return
to this planet, they'll be able to.

Why don't you understand that?
I understand that.

And suppose
we wish to rejoin them?

Well, Smith, old boy, in that case,
we've burned our bridges behind us.

Now, we've got three hours before
the Jupiter 2 passes over here.

Come on. Let's find those
aliens who don't like us.

I can't see a living thing. There
was never any life on this planet.

You're wrong again, Smith,
and I can prove it.

[Gasps]

From the looks
of this skull,

animals, greatly resembling our
own once inhabited this planet.

[Shudders]

Take it away.
You know how sensitive I am.

Let's take a look over here. But,
Major, I'm completely exhausted.

My delicate back is a disaster area.
I must rest.

All right. You stay here. I'll
take a look behind those rocks.

Oh, dear.

This whole thing is an
incredible wild goose chase.

[Screams]

Major! Major! Major!

What is it now, Smith?
Over there! Look.

All right, I'm looking.

He was here.
Just a moment ago.

Smith, you better take hold of yourself.
You're beginning to slip.

lam not imagining things.

He was an old man, and he
was looking directly at me.

All right. All right. Maybe there was
someone here. But he's gone now.

Now there's a cave over there behind
those rocks. Let's go investigate.

It's an excellent idea. Why don't you run
along, and I shall wait for you here.

Smith, am I gonna have to
drag you along with me?

There's no need
for both of us to go.

I wouldn't want to leave you here
alone in this dangerous place.

How very considerate
of you.

He was here. Right here,
and I saw him. I did.

Major, I beg you
to reconsider.

We could be placing
ourselves in deadly peril.

Which would you rather face, Smith?
What's inside there or me?

Let us proceed.

It doesn't look like anyone's been
in here for a long, long time.

I wonder who lived here? I am not
in the least bit interested.

[Gasps]
Major!

Help me up.

[ Male Voice ] Hear then the
story of this ancient world.

In the beginning, the planets
fought among themselves.

For 10,000 years, civilizations
battled with each other.

And then,
the Sobrams appeared.

A race whose sole enjoyment
was the making of war.

They had created
an indestructible planet,

capable of moving through
the galaxy at will.

But if the world of the
Sobrams was indestructible,

they themselves were not.

They fought to
their own extinction.

Now, nothing remains of
this warrior race,

except this world,

and the history
you have heard.

But if there are
no more Sobrams,

who fired those
missiles at us?

I don't know. But no
matter how it was done,

we've got to find those missile
launchers and destroy them.

Let's look in there.

Smith, come on.
I can't get down.

Come on.
Come on.

Dad, I just
can't figure out

why Dr. Smith would volunteer to
go down on that planet with Don.

It is completely against Dr. Smith's
normal behavior pattern of stark terror.

If we could find the means
that Don used to convince him,

we should bottle it.

How are we going
to find this place?

The servomechanism is set to home in on
the exact spot the pod took off from.

Touchdown should be
within 20 seconds.

Well, we found what
we were looking for.

Those are missile
launching tubes.

Then I suggest
we destroy them immediately

and relay the information
back to the others.

You know something, Smith?

Once in a while you do
come up with a good idea.

What are you waiting for?
Why don't you shoot?

I can't seem to pull the trigger.
Well, try.

Put away that weapon.
It is useless here.

My dear sir,
we meant you no harm.

All we would like is
your permission to leave.

I know all about your problem.
You do?

Yes. I've been
observing you.

Since you're aware of our situation,
I'll get right to the point.

We can be away from here
in 15 hours,

if you'll allow us to continue our orbit
around this planet without firing.

I might, provided
you agree to my terms.

Anything, sir. Anything.
[ Don ] Smith!

Let's hear the proposition before we go
jumping, huh? What do you have in mind?

lam the last of the once mighty
warrior race of the Sobrams.

According to the
history I heard,

I thought there were
no more Sobrams.

That record was
prepared by myself.

I didn't think anybody would
arrive here before I perished.

Go on.

The end of my life
is near.

But before it is over, there
is a legacy I must leave.

Oh, my dear sir, I shall be more than
happy to help you with your will.

You see, as something of a legal
brain, let me assure you,

I can avoid all but the most
complicated of probates.

Yes. Well, that's not
what I meant.

[Don ] Just what
did you mean?

What is your legacy?

One of you must stay behind
and take over this planet.

Either that, or
you will all be destroyed.

Where do you think they are, Dad?
Your guess is as good as mine.

Let's scout the area.

Professor Robinson- Professor Robinson!
What is it?

My sensors indicate that Dr. Smith
is approaching from that direction.

Doctor.

Are you all right?

I am perfectly well.
Where's Don?

He's safe and sound, and
I have other good news

. Our difficulties are over.

We can keep the spaceship in orbit
around this planet as long as we like,

without fear
of further attack.

That's great, Dr. Smith. My
sensors are also highly pleased.

Why isn't Don with you?

He's still making arrangements
with the alien.

Arrangements?

There's no reason to concern
yourself, just a minor detail.

You know how fussy
these aliens are.

All right, let's have the whole
story, and I want the truth.

I promise you. It's nothing.
I'm waiting.

Surely you don't
doubt my word!

Are you going to answer me?
There's no need for hostility.

The alien agreed to allow
the Jupiter to stay in orbit,

if one of us would
remain here on the planet.

Major West volunteered. I feel
as badly as you do, believe me.

The major acted in the noblest
tradition of the true hero.

He sacrificed himself for us.

You can cut the embroidery.

I wanna talk to Don, and I
wanna talk to that alien.

Believe me,
it is the best way.

For the last time, are you
gonna take me to them?

If you insist.

You'll find the major in there.
After you.

Perhaps I should
remain out here.

There's really no need
for me to...

[Whirring]

What's that noise?

I haven't the faintest idea,
and I don't wish to find out.

Well, I want
to find out.

You're making a mistake.
Keep moving.

I think this way. No. No.

This way. [Yells]

I refuse to go
another step.

Dr. Smith.
Yes, Professor Robinson?

[ Robot ] Cease and desist, or!
will destroy.

Your friend will recover in a few
moments, Professor Robinson.

He submitted to this
test as his own choice.

What are you
doing to him?

The major volunteered to
run this war world for me.

I was testing him to see
if he was capable of it.

[ Don ] Will.
Don, are you all right?

Do we have a deal?
No.

Unfortunately, you have not the
qualities necessary to run this world.

I must make
other arrangements.

But there must be
some mistake, sir.

The major is an expert
in military strategy,

and his courage
is beyond question.

I'm sure he's
an ideal choice.

His character test
has revealed those facts.

It's in the area of moral
conscience that the major fails.

Now let me
get this straight.

You offered to take over
the operation of this place?

In exchange for the privilege of
orbiting our ship around this planet.

I see. Look,
let me handle this.
All right.

If Major West is unacceptable
to you, maybe I am.

Dad,no. Your father
is also unacceptable

for the task, Earthboy.

Like the major, his sense of honor
and fair play is too great.

Ethical standards
have no place in my world.

What's to prevent us from
destroying this place right now?

First of all,
you must kill me,

and that's against
your ethical code.

But if you could
bring yourself to do it,

there is a missile site on the other side of
the planet which is automated to destroy,

if this site is attacked.

My sensors have
computed this machine,

and it is not
as the alien says.

He does not wish someone to take
over this world after he dies.

What does he mean?
Merely a harmless deception,

designed to make it easier for one
of your group to stay behind.

You'd better
start explaining, fast.

Why should I?
Time is on my side.

Within 40 minutes
of your Earth time,

your ship will be
over this site.

The alien seeks one thing. Someone to
play against him in one last war game.

A game that eventually will
destroy this entire world.

ls that true?

My opponent will be given
the other missile site,

and together we will do battle until
there is nothing left of this world.

Can you think of a better way
for a warrior race to end?

I can think of lots better ways.
Naturally.

You're the constant victim
of your own ethical standards.

There's only one person I know who's
totally without any standards.

Perhaps. He certainly has the
sneaky look of a dirty fighter.

You've got my personal guarantee for it.
No, no. You can't take me.

I'm not at all well. I wouldn't
be any good at war games.

Ask William. I can't even
beat him at a game of chess.

Dr. Smith, you told me you beat
the Robot 10 straight games.

Beat the Robot? I? Why
that's impossible, William.

What are you saying?
Tell them.

Tell them. Tell them,
my magnificent mobile,

that nobody can beat
a machine.

Tell them that...
A machine. Of course.

The best competitor in any glorious
war game. You, sir, volunteer.

Dr. Smith,
you can't do that.

I am afraid I must,
Will Robinson.

My computers indicate there
is no other course of action.

But it will never work. You're
programmed only to defend, not attack.

And besides, you're more
ethical than any of us.

A condition that can be
easily remedied.

I shall simply remove
his sensory tapes.

And would the mechanical man
be then well equipped enough

to do battle with me?

Absolutely.

Is that true?

It's true.

Do you accept my offer?
I do.

Splendid.
Then it's all settled.

I shall at once
remove his tapes.

I'd like to say good-bye to the Robot
while he still has all his tapes.

Good heavens, William. This is
hardly the time for sentimentality.

If you must, you must.

And so, my young friend, we come
to the parting of the ways.

You shouldn't have done it. We
could've thought of another solution.

There was no time. Besides,
you are a big boy now, Will.

The realities of life
must be faced.

But none of us will
ever see you again.

Even if all my sensors are
removed, I shall not forget you.

Robot, I...

I... Nothing.

Go, Will Robinson. Leave
me, and do not look back.

Good-bye, Robot.

Well, we may as well
get this over with.

There's no point
in remaining.

Smith, we'll meet you
back at the pod.

I shall join you
in a few moments.

There. Tape.

Ah.

Yes. Well, Judy and Penny are
taking it very badly I'm afraid.

[John] There just wasn't anything
else we could do, Maureen.

I understand.

Don and Will are on their
way back to the spaceship.

When they arrive, send the
pod down to pick us up.

All right.
Mother, they're back.

Oh, John...
I heard, Maureen.

Now, you know what to do?
Yes. I'll see you soon, dear.

[Sighs]

Oh, dear.

Well, I see that William and the major have
departed for the spaceship. Excellent.

Is that the Robot's sensory tape?
Yes, it is.

I thought that William would like
to keep it for old time's sake.

That's very kind of you.
Oh, good heavens.

Don't tell me you're suffering pangs
of loss for that ridiculous robot?

As a matter of fact, I am.
For shame, Professor.

For shame. Well, let's just
drop the subject then.

Very well, but not to worry. This
tape can surely be installed

in any other mechanical man
once we return to Earth.

It wouldn't be the same thing.
Nonsense.

One robot is like another. When you've
seen one, you've seen them all.

Freeze. Freeze, indeed.
Why should I freeze?

The climate on this planet
is really quite comfortable.

Freeze? What... No!

[High-pitched Whine]

[ Whining, Boinging] Shoot! Shoot!
What are you waiting for?

Can't you see we're being invaded
by an alien plant monster?

Wait a minute.
I've got an idea.

That's the same
plant creature.

It is? It's the same little fellow that
I raised from nothing? Are you sure?

It's a mutation
of its original form.

Somehow it's
learned survival.

It may have enough basic
intelligence to help us.

Well, of course
it will help us.

Just tell me what you
want it to do.

There's only one of 'em.
That could be a problem.

Its cell structure indicates it could be
parthenogenetive, and that could do it.

Parthenogenesis? I used
to know what that means.

Never mind what it means. You've
got a big job ahead of you.

Me?

Yes. When the
space pod returns,

get all the neutron grenades
and a spare laser.

The spare laser. Now...
Now comes the hard part.

Here's what I want you to do.
[ Boinging ]

[ Blows]

Now, you've been told where
the other launch site is.

There.

Now, you will go there and activate
all missiles for the final battle.

[Speaks Slowly]
Affirmative.

Without your sensory tapes, you're
not much of a conversationalist.

However, that was not what
I bought you for.

Now mark this. Our little battle
will begin precisely at...

I'm afraid you're gonna have to postpone
your little battle indefinitely.

Now you keep out of this. I
bought this robot. He's mine.

I'm not arguing about that.

I'm here to tell you
that this planet,

this war world of yours,
is being invaded.

Invaded? By an army
of plant creatures.

[Scoffs]
Ridiculous.

No one would dare to
invade this war world.

Look for yourself.

[Whining] Now, hold still
while I fasten your gun belt.

[Boinging] Oh, the pain of it all.
A valet to a monster.

There. Now, don't be
sensitive, dear boy.

When a child goes forth
into the world,

it is the duty of his mother to see to
it that it learns to face realities.

Do you understand?

If you're going to be a
monster, be the best monster.

Now hold perfectly still.

Any moment now, you're going to have
to look like a whole invading army.

Don't go away.
I must fetch the grenades.

Now let me put them
right here. Yes.

Now, take one. Take one.
Take it, and hold it.

Now, then,
throw it like that.

Bravo. There's a good boy.
What is your friend doing?

He's trying to convince the leader of
the plant creatures to leave in peace,

and save your world.
Save my world?

The greatest warrior race
in the galaxy,

and you dare to presume
that we would accept peace?

I shall destroy their leader
with a hyperlaser beam.

I wouldn't
suggest that.

You might be in for an
unpleasant surprise.

Nonsense. Nothing could withstand
a Sobram hyperlaser beam.

[Whining, Boinging]

A parthenogenetive
life-form.

Parthenogenesis.

Now I remember what that word means.
[ Grunts]

Oh, here. Here,
hold this, will you?

Carefully, it's the
Robot's tapes.

There. Now all the
grenades are activated.

[Chuckles] Perhaps a worthier
opponent than I thought

It will be necessary to avoid
using light-amplifying weapons.

Now, let me see. Ah, suppose
we try radion rockets?

[ Screams ] Attack! Attack!
Throw the grenades.

Go on! Do it for Mother.

Impervious to
radion rockets.

Fascinating. Fascinating!
Ha. Let me see now.

Flame bombs.
That's the answer.

[ Laughs]

First they must be cut off
from their main attack force.

Now, let me see what the range might be.
Now, X-X-X-6.

X-7. X-8.

[Gasps]

Nine.

They just seem actually
to be enjoying themselves.

Come on.

Oh, my heavens!
The Robot's sensory tape.

I gave it to one
of the monsters.

If we don't get
that tape back,

he'll be a
mindless machine.

Don't throw that tape!
Wait here.

Smith, get the tape.
I can't!

Get it!

Ten.
I got it.

I did it. I did it. You certainly did.
Now let's get inside.

You know, I'm
really proud of you

for saving the Robot's
sensory tapes, Dr. Smith.

My gratitude also
has no bounds.

A mother could do no more for her
own child than you did for me.

Spare me your gratitude.

You're no child of mine,
you cumbersome clump.

I just blacked out
for a moment.

I don't know what
could have possessed me.

Oh, come on, Dr. Smith.
You're not fooling anyone.

We all know you're as fond of
the Robot as the rest of us.

Bah. Humbug.

There, you juvenile junk pile.
You're as good as new.

Thank you, Dr. Smith.
I am now doubly in your debt.

However, I'm not sure if my basic
arithmetic tape is intact.

I will have to test it. One and
one makes two. That is correct.

Two and two make four.
That is correct.

Three and three make six. That is correct.
Oh, good heavens.

To think that I abandoned that
charming and intelligent little plant

for this bumbling bucket of bolts.
Eight and eight make 37.

Thirty-six. Nine and 36
make "leventy leven."

"Leventy leven"?

Leventy leven and one mile
make six oranges.

Oranges? What have oranges
to do with this?

Oh, good heavens. I shall
have to start all over again.

[Giggling]
Ow! Oh.

[Laughing Harder] Oh, dear.
Oh, dear. Oh dear.

"Leventy leven and oranges."
This is all your fault.

However, let me tell you. You're simply
not worth it, and that is correct.

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

[Yelps]

I witnessed your crime.

A life for a life.

No!

We're getting out
of here now.

Get your machete, Don.

[ Narrator] Next week, the space family,
Robinson, fights for it's life,

on the strange
Vegetable Planet.

[Gasps]

[Screams]

[Huffing]

It's too slippery.
It's no use.

[Yelps]

Help! Someone help!
This way!

Help! [Yelps]

Willl Go first,
I'll cover for you.

[Steam hissing]

[ Narrator ] Next week, The Great
Vegetable Rebellion, on Lost in Space,

right here,
on this channel!