Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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