Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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