Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Was it because my dad wouldn't let you realign the batteries?
[ Wind Whistling ]
Son, Major West did what he thought was right.
All right! Push!
- Earthquake! - [ Screams ]
Well, in that case, Dr. Smith, might I suggest...
[ Sighs ] Now we'll never know.
Contradictory? You're not supposed to come up with contradictory conclusions.
[ Huffs ] Whose data? Smith's.
Smith. Smith, this is Robinson. Can you hear me?
We don't need them, do we?
We've got no choice.
- Ahh. Yeah. - Ah. Good, huh?
It's too bad there isn't judgment to go along with that self-confidence.
We found lots of this frozen solid in the ground.
## [ Humming Continues ]
Minus 125 degrees Fahrenheit...
- Let me have it. - Here.
Must be some way of getting me warmed up.
I don't know for sure yet. We might even be on Cerberus.
Maureen, check the scope for the nearest landfall.
You nearly got killed back there.
We thought you were dead. Oh, Don!
Slowly.
Listen to me! Hello!
A deadly runaway missile! Some sort of alien monstrosity waiting to swoop down on us!
- Sure we got back. - [ Chuckles ]
Come on. Give us a hand here.
We're getting some sort of cosmic interference.
And we've crossed the ice.
Penny! Oh!
[ John Narrating ] We had passed through the fury of the inland sea...
at least momentarily secure from the extremes of heat and cold...