Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey! I knew you'd find us.
My Morse code's a little rusty. What's he saying?
Break the glass.
- Dad! - I gotcha. I gotcha, buddy.
Can't you hit it any harder?
Liftoff's gonna get pretty bumpy.
You said that you didn't want to hurt John. Was that true?
- Wait, where are we now? - I have no idea.
Launch will commence in T-minus one minute.
Okay, that changes everything.
Whoever installed this must've swapped out this unit
- All right. No. Uh-uh. - No!
It's what I do.
Judy!
- We close enough? - Almost in range.
Ahhh!
Everybody's like me. I'm just not in denial.
There's a manual crank outside.
Hey, what the hell, man? Why do you... Oh, I see what you're doing.
Well, Robinsons stick together.
Seventeen stitches.
"Jupiter Class Interplanetary Craft Manual of Operations."
Not that I don't trust you.
- I'll tighten the search perimeters. - That's insufficient.
- Mom? - Trust her.
There's no way I'm letting you out again.
However, as you're well aware, there's a black hole
Can we really let Smith bring that robot to the Resolute?
that you may never see again.
Hey, Maureen! You missed.
I knew you'd be fine.
Okay, planet that we never bothered to name,
Anyway, he's smarter than I am.
Ow! Ow!