Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A surgical masterpiece.
You know, nothing in space has ever welcomed me...
It's not a question of choice, children.
Oh, not at all.
just so he wouldn't have to go.
Is that all, sir?
A Saturn landing. But I never made it.
Don and I will take the Robot and investigate. Break out the lasers.
unaware that far out in the void of space...
Well, it ain't on account of dirt I'm decontaminating Travelin' Man.
[ Chuckles ]
Did you ever hear of one man's meat being another man's poison?
You wouldn't believe me, but there it is.
- Oh, it's all that, sonny. - What was your original mission?
I ain't hardly scratched the surface.
But out here...
Hey, there they are!
- Was a pretty good fight, wasn't it? - Yeah, that it was.
And, John, I got enough solar energy stored up by now, don't you think?
Low gravity can account for that, I guess.
it's gonna have to be a solo flight.
Howdy.
Not too different from a kidney transplant.
- What time is it? - 1833 hours at the signal. [ Beeps ]
Well, we'll be glad to let you have it if it'll be of any help.
Well, and, uh, neither was I, when you get right down to it.
I should hope not.
It's my ship. It's in pretty good shape.
for Mr. Hapgood to be reunited with his loved ones.
I'll be all right in the morning, according to Zach.
So you see, Jimmy, if there is anyone...
- [ Clears Throat ] - Oh, that's Dr. Zachary Smith.
That is if you're still willing to entrust 'em to me.
bring one of those lightning bolts crashing down on us.
And the second it touched metal--
Warning! Warning!
Attitude stabilizer losing power.
Think how badly they'd feel if you forced them to lie to you.
It's too hard on all of us, I guess.
- Look at the Robot. - Object approaching.
I'd think you'd better engineer yourself another way out of this.