Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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