Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Launch will commence in T-minus one minute.

Hey, what the hell, man? Why do you... Oh, I see what you're doing.

It's what I do.

- We close enough? - Almost in range.

Liftoff's gonna get pretty bumpy.

However, as you're well aware, there's a black hole

Everybody's like me. I'm just not in denial.

- Wait, where are we now? - I have no idea.

- All right. No. Uh-uh. - No!

Okay, that changes everything.

- Dad! - I gotcha. I gotcha, buddy.

Break the glass.

- I'll tighten the search perimeters. - That's insufficient.

"Jupiter Class Interplanetary Craft Manual of Operations."

Not that I don't trust you.

Well, Robinsons stick together.

There's no way I'm letting you out again.

- Mom? - Trust her.

Hey, Maureen! You missed.

There's a manual crank outside.

Anyway, he's smarter than I am.

I knew you'd be fine.

My Morse code's a little rusty. What's he saying?

Hey! I knew you'd find us.

Whoever installed this must've swapped out this unit

Can't you hit it any harder?

Okay, planet that we never bothered to name,

Seventeen stitches.

Can we really let Smith bring that robot to the Resolute?

You said that you didn't want to hurt John. Was that true?

that you may never see again.