Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Identity theft.
- Dump the fuel. - What?
Dad?
Good.
I need a bigger whiteboard.
No, no. Start fresh.
Surface unstable.
I'm not gonna need them anymore, so...
Look, I know you and the kids are this team, but...
I don't understand.
Dad, watch out!
Level three access confirmed.
No, it's okay.
Dad, help!
Just an hour, Mom. Then I'll be ready.
Right. Well, Jimmy's not going to Alpha Centauri, is he?
I was defending myself. It wasn't my fault.
One of the compounds must be similar to its food source on the planet.
I'm sorry we don't have extra bunks, but there's, uh, blankets.
Wait, where's Will?
- Where the heck have you been? - Figuring out how to save your ass.
- I think we should take a breather. - What?
- I am kind of tired. - Yeah. I think we all are.
Well, if this is Earth and this is Alpha Centauri,
Don't tell anyone, but I still get them from time to time.
we are, metaphorically, maybe, a 600-year drive away.
Oh, no.
Yeah?
Okay. See you in a bit.
Which is why I need everyone working on the problem.
Well, you haven't been around to hear much of anything, so...
What are you doing with that?
- Daddy? Daddy, no! - Go! Go!
the primary and the reserve. So far, our reserves are untouched.
Well, thanks for the meal. Have a nice flight.
See you. Good night.
- My mom and dad, make sure they're... - I will.
June Harris. Quite a career.
It was actually Jimmy Sewerth's backyard.
Until now.