Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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