Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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