Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

has just begun to strike us.
Oh, its "pathways"?
- Where's the major? - In the air lock.
Two steps forward, my mechanical friend.
Way ahead of us, eh?
Scintillation detector?
- You'd better go down and get him. - I'll go!
They've been out an awfully long time.
[ John ] Here, set her down.
Dad!
Here they come. And here we go!
- [ Machines Whirring ] - [ Chattering ]
All in one basket-- Alpha Centauri.
Will?
Any, uh, casualties?
No, no, no! Back to Earth!
I don't tamper, Dr. Robinson.
A little more homework this evening, my friend...
Well, you'd better come on up now.
They've stopped.
Dad!
found himself helplessly adrift...
Dad? [ Echoes ]
Let me look.
We used to just sit there and rattle them off.