Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

president of the Zachary Smith Engineering Corporation...

Judy, call Jim. Tell him to hold up as long as he possibly can.

to separate them from their family.

Well, I'm gonna tell ya.

All instruments should be sterile, of course.

but they weren't too keen on going back to Earth.

- And you can't ask them. - Why not?

'Cause I'm going to bed. Come on, champ. [ Chuckles ]

I've got the explosives. We'll be able to blast through now.

I'll follow you.

You should know better than to have the radio on during a storm, Will.

They just don't belong with me in Travelin' Man.

Well, not knowing how long we can last here...

I thought you were a medical man.

- What? - No, no.

spitting flame and cosmic dust, burning up our precious oxygen...

but you really didn't want us to go, did you?

Well, I appreciate your gift, John, but that thing's too big. It's too heavy.

It's no pigeon, that's for sure.

But I never did find a path that'd take me home.

Whoa! Hey! Look out! You already missed!

And if I get within hollerin' distance of Earth...

with a pair of extremely undisciplined and precocious brats.

It's getting a little busy out here, John.

Only the satisfaction of knowing that I've made it possible...

That's hardly likely. With the exception of those lightning bolts...

Zach, time's a-wastin'.

You're way out yonder.

- [ Don ] I said you owe him an apology. - I don't owe him nothing...

Will Robinson had sent out a radio signal...

Ain't no tellin' what could breed from that if I didn't do this.

- What about me? - Where were you headed?

- The kids? - Yes.

[ Chuckles ] It can't be that bad.