Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- If it's still there. - Splendid idea.

We'll just have to wait till we get back to camp to find out.

## [ Dr. Smith, Robot Singing Opera ]

Shall I offer him something to eat?

Now, we're gonna do everything we can to find him and help him.

Smith may be in a state of shock...

people like Dr. Smith are called "injustice collectors."

- You'll feel better now. - I doubt it.

These are the last mortal words of one...

has now confirmed our fears that its sun would soon be a pitiless enemy.

Imminent and total dehydration, that's all. I can't go another step.

There may not be another choice, Will.

Where is Dr. Smith, Robot?

John, do you think it would be all right...

Well, if he buried this here last night, he can't be too far away.

[ Sneezes Loudly ]

- Yes. Isn't it a relief? - What do you mean, Judy?

Work? But, my dear, I am working.

How did you get it out of the tank? Did you steal the spigot?

but not so deep that he'll tell us what he did with the fuel cell.

At least she seems to be friendly.

[ Dr. Smith Sniffling ]

But it's living in a dream world, Dr. Smith, to ever think...

Can you-- Can you move it?

We're down to 24 gallons.

Now, Judy, don't jump to conclusions.

We found the rind of fruit in her bunk.

So far, so good, unless it starts clumping on the next reading.