Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

John, you can tell me the truth.
If it gets much colder, we won't be going anywhere.
Get Don back in here and close the hatch!
[ Exhales Deeply ]
will provide identical conclusions.
[ Sizzling ]
plus 30 degrees Fahrenheit and rising.
Perhaps I should prepare that eulogy after all.
But that's a pioneer's life.
- The cold season just started. - Yeah, but if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
A bit brisk, perhaps, but hardly enough to be concerned about.
Deactivate! Cease!
By this time they should be well out of this valley.
Homing signal? Then anything out there could home in on us?
- I wanna make some observations anyway. - Good.
Look at this.
Say, what is the outside temperature?
No, it was just, uh, what I said-- a loose connection.
Well, perhaps another time.
- No sign of a shoreline? - Nope. Nothing.
- Don. - Yeah. I got one.
I've got a feeling this stuff's got a message for us, if we could only read it.
And that quick freeze filled those faults with ice and expanded them.
That is precisely what is wrong with our civilization.
- Now, do I look angry? Huh? - No.
John, look! There it is!
[ Rumbling ]
and that includes this animated hunk of machinery.
Oh, that's very clever.
- Will. Here. - Thanks, Dad.
The sudden thaw has produced the slippage.
- Where's Dad? - He's been working most of the night on that tin monster.
I bet he was bringing us a message before--
minus 120 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping.