Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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