Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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