All language subtitles for Lost in Space - 01x19 - Ghost in Space.eng

Last week, as you recall,

we left Professor Robinson working
by a mysterious, ghostly swamp,

out of which was soon to come
the most terrifying challenge

ever to confront
our space family.

Put it over there, dear boy.

Doesn't take that long
to post a sign, does it?

Professor Robinson is a reflective
man who likes to take his time,

and the more time he takes, the
less work for you, right, Smith?

Major,
I have told you before that

I suffer from
a very delicate back.

I'll go see
what's keeping him.

Dad! Don, come here, hurry!

Will, get back to the Chariot!

John!

John.

Dad, are you all right?

I'll be all right.

Looks like I forgot
to read that sign.

Thanks.

Now let's get back
to the drill site.

This is taking a lot
longer than I thought.

And your efforts
may be completely wasted.

We'll be
the judge of that, Smith.

Very well. But don't
say I didn't warn you.

Geologically speaking,

deutronium ore cannot exist in the
presence of inorganic terrain.

Now, Dr. Smith, since you seem
to be the expert around here,

why don't you take this up to Drill
Site Five and do some blasting?

It'll save us a lot of time
if there's nothing up there.

Now, the hole's prepared.

All you do is insert it, pull the pin
and get out of there, all right?

It's quite futile.
I assure you.

Do it anyway.

If you insist.

I'll go with you if
you'd like, Dr. Smith.

It's quite unnecessary,
my boy.

But I'm not doing
much of anything around here.

Maybe I can help.

Sure. Take Will along.
He knows the way.

Very well. Lead on.

I know a shortcut
to Drill Site Five,

if you're not scared
of going through there.

The bog? After what happened
to your father this morning?

But there's one place that's safe.
Penny and I found it.

Then Penny and you may delight in your
discovery to your hearts' content.

I want no part of it.

All right.
Then we take the hard way.

I don't mind the climb if you
don't, but it's pretty steep.

Will? It just occurred to me.

Your father may not know where I
stored the spare drill heads.

You'd better go
back and tell him that

they're under
the backseat of the Chariot.

He may need them.

I'm sure he'll find 'em.

I would go myself, you see,

but he and Major West are
already quite annoyed with me.

I would prefer not
to aggravate the situation.

You haven't been
very encouraging.

Very true. But I have always
been a man to speak my mind.

Let the chips
fall where they may.

Now, you'd better hurry up
and give them the message.

I'll rejoin
all of you later.

All right.

Oh!

That sounds
a little offbeat to me.

I hope he
didn't foul it up.

We'll check
results tomorrow.

Right now I think we ought
to pack up and go home.

He should be back here by the
time we're ready to leave.

Then you won't be
needing the drill heads?

No, son, not today.

How do I look?

Oh, it's a perfect fit.

I know that,
but how do I look?

Just stunning.
Thank you.

I hope I look like that in
mine when it's finished.

Well, of course you will, dear.
I don't know.

I keep growing so fast, it'll probably
be tight in all the wrong places

before it's
ready to wear.

Does anyone happen to have
some scarlet paint?

I have some lipstick,
but it isn't scarlet.

No, no, I'm afraid
it must be scarlet.

What do you
need it for?

For my ouija board. What on
earth have you got on, miss?

Do you like them?
They're my new fatigues.

Yours are right
there, Dr. Smith.

I felt that we were
all due for a change.

Much as I
respect you ladies,

I'm afraid you do not know anything
about cutting a man's clothes.

What's wrong with them?

Look at it.

You've made no allowance for
the breadth of my shoulders

or the muscular
development of my arms.

Let me give you
a hint, madam.

Think of the Greek athlete, the
Discobolus thrower, for example,

and you'll be much closer
to fitting me properly.

Now, then, I must
have some scarlet paint.

Do you know where
I can find some?

Oh, you mean for your...

My ouija board.

What is this?

Incredible.

Dr. Smith?

Yes?

What does
a ouija board do?

It enables me to communicate with
the timeless and universal spirits

of those that
came before us.

One in particular,
my great uncle Thaddeus.

Gosh.

I've been very remiss
of late, I'm afraid.

I haven't spoken to
Uncle Thaddeus for months.

I think he may
be offended.

That's why I decided to
make the ouija board.

And you're gonna raise
him with that, Smith?

I always have.

I don't think there's any such
thing as raising spirits.

It's just an old
hat superstition.

But Dr. Smith says he's spoken
to him plenty of times.

He's only
fooling you, Penny.

His uncle Thaddeus
doesn't even exist.

You're entitled to your
own opinion, young man.

But if your sister
prefers to adhere to mine,

I shall defend to the death
her right to do so.

All right, all right,
all right, all right, Smith.

How about skipping the
chivalry and proving it?

I can't, not without
scarlet paint!

There's some red lead in the tool locker.
How about that?

Red lead indeed.

A bit dreary
and utilitarian,

but I suppose
it'll have to do.

He's really
taking this seriously.

So am I.

There.

My aunt Matilda
was much better

at making ouija
boards than I am.

But she taught me well.

As you can plainly see, I haven't
altogether forgotten my artistry.

It looks very
mysterious to me.

The riddle of the universe is
wrapped in mystery, dear lady.

And that thing's gonna
solve it for you, right?

Not solve it, Major. Permit us
to participate in its splendors.

Now, then, I must choose
a medium from among you,

someone with the same sensitive
qualities as my aunt Matilda.

No.

Ah.

Vital energy, great powers of
concentration, and a sympathetic heart.

You will do
very nicely, Penny.

With your permission,
Mrs. Robinson.

I don't know. If you think
it won't frighten her.

Mom, I'm not a baby.

It's really no different from a
scientific experiment, is it, Dad?

Science has been interested in
psychic phenomena for some years.

And there are some things they
haven't been able to explain.

All right, Doctor,
go right ahead.

You're too kind.
Come along, Penny.

We'll sit over there.

Let me see.
Yes, this seems to be

a quite good place
right here.

We place our stools so,

and we place the board on our
Knees so, the glass here.

Now, then,
place your fingertips

lightly on
the rim of the glass so.

And concentrate
very deeply.

On what?

This is no laughing matter,
young man.

I can't help it.
It's just so silly.

I see. And does anyone
else think it's silly?

Come on, Smith. You can't expect
us to take this for real.

I see, Major.

Come along, Penny.

We must remove ourselves
from all adverse influences.

Give my regards
to Aunt Matilda.

Philistine!

Come along, dear.

You hurt his feelings.

You could've at least given
him the benefit of the doubt.

Again?

You know,
when I was a little girl,

we found a ouija board up
in my grandmother's attic.

The trouble was, nobody
Knew what to do with it,

even my grandmother.

I'm afraid it's quite obsolete
in the world of computers.

So is Dr. Smith.
But then again,

I'm not sure what world
he really belongs in.

Come along, dear.
Doubters, such doubters.

Ah! This looks like
a very good place, Penny.

Sit down, dear.

And we place the board on
our knees, the glass so.

Now, place your fingertips
on the rim of the glass.

Yes. Now, concentrate as hard
as you can on this glass.

All I can do is stare at it.
Is that what you mean?

Precisely.

Stare at it until there is nothing
else in your mind, but the glass.

What's it for?

You're supposed to concentrate,
missy, not ask questions.

And don't blink
your eyes, dear.

Oh, eternal powers of
the spirit world,

well-loved and
well-remembered

absent friend and
consanguineous kin,

dear Uncle Thaddeus,

give us a sign that
we may know you are near.

Speak to us through the medium
of our humble artifacts

and through the presence
of this innocent child,

whose delicate sensors
reach out to you.

You're beginning
to feel a presence?

I feel shivery.

Good. That's how it begins.

Somethings happening.

What is it?

It's moving, I think.

We are not alone.
They are here with us.

Oh, eternal powers of
the spirit world,

grasp this humble artifact
and materialize your presence

so that we
may recognize you.

Oh!Ah!

Mom! Please, Dad!

What is it, dear? What's the matter?
What happened?

The scariest thing. First, the
glass, it broke into pieces.

And then the ouija board, it flew
up in the air all by itself, and...

What?

And zoomed down on
a rock and broke up.

I'm breaking up, too,
but in a different way.

All right, Smith. Now tell
us what really happened.

Surely you don't doubt
the word of your own child?

No. But it's possible that all she
saw was an illusion created by you.

Skeptics, skeptics.

There. Cut by a piece of that flying glass.
Does that convince you?

I was afraid Uncle Thaddeus
would not like it here.

Are you sure
Uncle Thaddeus did that?

Indeed,yes. He was a very
powerful man in life,

always throwing things about when
something didn't please him.

Nice as pie on the surface, but
very pugnacious underneath.

An iron hand in
a velvet glove.

Tonight,
he was all iron hand.

I wish I knew
how to placate him.

Ah, come on now, Smith.
Stop this hanky-panky, huh?

Hanky-panky indeed.

If what you say
really happened,

there's a scientific
explanation for it.

And tomorrow morning, I'm gonna
tell you exactly what it is.

Now, I'm going to bed.
Good night.

And I suppose the rest
of you agree with him?

Come on, children.
It's time for bed.

Good night.

Smith, there may be a scientific
explanation for this,

and there may not be.

But right now, we've got too
many problems to cope with

without worrying about
your uncle Thaddeus.

Oh, the pain.
The pain.

Warning! Warning!

I want an immediate
reading on the object.

Composition of
object does not compute.

Genetic code
indecipherable.

Can you locate
its position?

Due north by
horizontal bearing.

Distance by
velocity of light...

Velocity of light?

Sixty-five meters.

Look!

You've offended the spirits with
your mockery and lack of faith.

Cut the gibberish, Smith.
This is serious.

Indeed.
You, sir, over here.

Bring your resources to bear and
describe what is out there.

Invisible.

Indestructible. Irresistible.

You can do better
than that, you ninny!

Negative.

Computers inadequate
for further information.

That's clear enough.

It can only be Uncle Thaddeus on
one of his infrequent benders,

thanks to you, Major.

I suppose I'll have to go out and
have a little chat with him.

Oh, Dr. Smith. Don't you think he's
a little too violent right now?

In the teeth
of the hurricane,

in the eye of the gale, in the
turbulence of the spirit,

there is only one way,
face to face.

Oh, John, I think
we should stop him.

Don't worry about him.

He'll run for his life if anything
comes within a mile of him.

Uncle Thaddeus,
is that you?

I know I never should've summoned you.
I'm very sorry.

It's all their fault. They don't believe
in you. I've tried my best, but...

Oh, no!

You children
better stay here.

Dr. Smith.
Oh! Oh!

Is he still there?

There was no one
here to begin with.

Just that rock out there.

Must've been something
enormously powerful

to pick that up
and toss it around.

Uncle Thaddeus was
a very powerful man.

Oh, dear.

Will you stop this
Uncle Thaddeus business?

I've had him up to here!

Whatever caused all this obviously
prefers to work in darkness.

Spirits always do.

How do you know that?

Good-bye, Uncle Thaddeus.

It couldn't have been something
atmospheric, could it?

I've seen twisters cut a swath
through an area before,

but they come anytime,
and they don't quit at dawn.

Well, then what could
it have been?

I have done my best to explain
it to you, Mrs. Robinson.

But I may as well talk to the
wall for all the good it does.

John, look at this.

Does your uncle happen to be
a three-toed freak, Smith?

Beware, Major.

He may be
invisible at the moment,

but he can hear
you only too clearly.

You're asking
for trouble.

Sure, sure.

John, what do you
make of it?

What was it
the Robot said?

"Genetic code
indecipherable"?

He also said invisible,
indestructible and irresistible.

And yet with enough energy
to cause all that damage.

What kind of energy?

The vital energy of
the spirit world, madam.

With three-toed
footprints?

The footprints have
nothing to do with it.

Then, what could've
made them?

Some nocturnal denizen of this
miserable planet seeking food.

Certainly no visitor
from the spirit world.

Come on, Smith. Change the record.
Let's get some breakfast.

I think we should get up to Drill
Site Five and see what we've got.

Until all this
is cleaned up,

we're gonna have to
eat all our meals inside.

Uh, Major West?

What is it, Smith?

I hope you won't
be too disappointed

if you don't find anything
up at Drill Site Five.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

You said yourself the explosion
sounded like a damp squib.

And with your superior
knowledge of pyrotechnics,

you're probably right.

You put the blasting pack in the
hole marked with the arrow?

Oh, indeed, I did.
Uh-huh.

And you put the metal capping
back on the hole before you left?

Naturally. That's SOP
for all blasting operations.

There is no arrow
and no metal capping.

Now, what'd you do with the explosives?
I want the truth!

You're hurting me!

All right, then, Smith,
what did you do with it?

I threw it in the bog.
Oh, you're a...

It was too much of a climb
for a man of my years!

You should never
have sent me.

Well, at least we know
where that energy came from.

You combine that explosive with
whatever elements are in that bog,

and it evidently unleashes a force
we have no power to control.

We'd better get up to
that drill site, Don.

I wanna tell you one thing, Smith.
I promise you,

that bog may be off-limits to
everyone else, but from now on,

you're going to be
swimming in it every night

looking for
your three-toed uncle!

Swimming in it?

But I can't swim.

Smith just won't cooperate, even if
it means getting off this planet.

He might after we've made him
spend one night out here.

Oh, no, thanks. And
I don't want his cooperation.

I'd just like to scare him enough
to keep him out of our hair

until we've got
enough fuel to get going.

Don! Don, come here!

Look at this.

Now, what kind of force
could remain invisible

and yet have enough molecular
weight to leave tracks like this?

And only comes out at night,
like Smith's uncle Thaddeus.

Do you think
it'll be back?

We'd better be prepared
for that possibility.

Look, we've got
just enough time

to set the explosives and be
back here before nightfall.

I want us to be here if and
when something happens.

So I guess they're
just gonna keep looking

to see if there's
anything out in the bog.

Nothing's in that bog that
they will see, I assure you.

But we will.

What's that for?

This? One of the necessaries
for our little séance,

now that we are fortunately free
of certain hostile influences.

Come with me,
please, all of you.

But why? What for?

We don't want a repetition of
last night's destruction, do we?

No, but...

Exactly. Therefore,

I shall
resurrect Uncle Thaddeus

and make him your
friend as well as mine

via a séance.

Come along.

Oh, Dr. Smith,
you can't be serious.

A séance here
in outer space?

And besides,
Dr. Smith, it wasn't even

your uncle Thaddeus
out there last night.

It was just the explosives
combined with the ionized gas.

You're getting to be
just as bad as Major West

with your know-nothing
know-how, young man.

A common failing
of all technologists

who cannot see beyond their
rolls of computer tape.

And to you, madam,
I might say

there are more things in heaven
and earth, et cetera, et cetera.

Come along.
It's almost midnight.

Dr. Smith?
Yes?

Both John and I
believe that

there are certain psychic phenomena
that can't be explained.

However, this...

lam waiting to explain them to you, madam.
Please sit down.

All right,
go ahead, children.

Now, then,
let us all join hands,

one over, one under.

Yes. So.

Let's get back
to the ship.

If a body meets a body

Coming through the rye

If a body kiss a body

Need a body cry

Every lassie
has her laddie

None they say have I

Yet all
the lads they smile on me

When comin'
through the rye

Splendid. Penny,

it is vital
that your left hand

be in contact
with Will's right.

It would be terrible if we broke
the eternal circle, you know.

Now, then, let everyone
close his eyes

and send out thoughts to the
timeless and universal spirits

of those that
came before us.

Oh, really, Dr. Smith.

Don't you think this
is a little ridiculous?

Shh. Madam.
You will ruin everything

with your
unfriendly vibrations.

We greet you
with song, oh, spirit,

with infinite faith
in your goodness.

Shh! No giggling.

Oh, spirit,
give us a sign

that you have overlooked our
naughty fellow travelers in space

who doubt your presence

And let them know that you are
willing to let bygones be bygones,

if they will amend
their ways.

Shh!

With bated breath, we await a
sign that you are with us.

Everybody, back in the ship!
What?

Back in the ship!

Look what you've done!

We were about to hear
from the spirit world!

What is this?
Who did that?

Warning! Warning!

What? Unidentified
object behind you!

Warning! Warning!
Unidentified object...

Into the ship! Hurry!

...in front of you!

Warning! Warning! Unidentified
object beside you!

Warning! Warning!

Uncle Thaddeus, you'll
stop that this minute!

What are you
doing to him?

What's he doing to us?

What'd you
do that for?

I don't want you to
hurt Uncle Thaddeus.

It's not your uncle
Thaddeus, you idiot!

It's something you started by
ditching that explosive in the...

Don, inside! Come on!

Wait for me!

It's strong enough to smash us to
bits if it keeps up like this.

Right. Don, throw
out a force field.

Judy, take the
children below.

Okay.

Where's Smith?

Our fearless mystic was
the first one down below.

Warning! Warning!

Losing power. Losing...

It's taken all our power.
It feeds on it.

Listen.

The thumping has stopped.

There's your reason.

It may feed on power,
but it sure hates daylight.

Don, can you get
the backup system going?

I'll try.

If that thing feeds
on power, then maybe

we can trap it by
using power as bait.

Oh, look.

Where was I?

We were attacked by an alien
creature who eats energy.

That, of course,
does not compute.

However, I will need a battery
recharge in the morning.

Let's get some sleep.

We have a lot of hard work
to do before tomorrow night.

You're completely mad.

You cannot
trap a spirit in a cage.

Can't you realize that
what we're dealing with

is a destructive,
primitive force?

Uncle Thaddeus
is not primitive.

And if he's destructive, it's
only because you've offended him.

Don't you ever give up?

You've said the same thing over and over.
You sound like a parrot.

And I'll continue
to say it.

The hours you've wasted fabricating
this affront to my forebears

could have been much better spent
refining fuel for our departure!

Smith, since you're so
anxious to get going,

why don't you go
ahead and refine?

I'm sure that you
know as much about that

as you did about
Drill Site Five.

All right,
we're ready to test it now.

You know, I think
that's gonna work. Ha!

Not only will it not work,

but when the spirits become aware
of your amateurish plotting,

there will be
no stopping them.

You have any better suggestions, Dr.
Smith?

Yes.

Placate them.
Communicate with them.

Let them know you
believe in them.

You know,
somehow I just can't see

myself sitting
down at a ouija board.

And since I'm
in command here,

we're gonna go after whatever's
giving us all this trouble my way.

At your own peril.

Warning! Warning! Unidentified
object caught in trap!

Warning!

Unidentified object
caught in trap!

Unidentified object exerting
full power to get out of trap!

Warning! Warning!

Unidentified object exerting
full power to get out of trap!

Warning! Warning! Warning!
Warning! Warning!

Now you've done it.

You've given
the powers of darkness

an open invitation
to destroy us all!

Why don't you admit
you started all this?

All right, I admit it.

But why couldn't you
let sleeping dogs lie?

Oh, forgive me,
Uncle Thaddeus.

Whatever's in there hasn't
been getting much sleep

the last couple of nights.

Because you spoiled
my attempt to placate him!

Are you sure it's your uncle
Thaddeus in there, Dr. Smith?

It's his poltergeist,
the demon that

possesses him
when he's in a rage.

I'd sure like to get
a good look at him.

Maybe we could
put a lot of rope

around the cage and
then open the door.

We'll wait till morning.
He'll be lots quieter then.

You think he'll still be
invisible in the morning?

I don't know.

I could materialize him,

but in his present state of
agitation, I wouldn't dare.

Once and for all, Smith, why don't
you get it through your thick head

what's in there is
not your uncle Thaddeus!

Yes, I know, Major.

It's mass and energy and similar
figments of your nuclear imagination.

And if you choose to believe that
humbug, you go right ahead and do it!

Oh! The ignorance
of science!

Psst! Psst!

Shh!

Will, I need your help,
my boy, to save us all.

Our situation
is desperate.

I thought you
were Uncle Thaddeus.

No, he recognizes me more readily
when I wear familiar raiment.

Now, Will, that safe path through
the bog you told me about,

you must lead me to it.

Why do you wanna go there?

To placate an army of hosts
that is probably massing now

to attack us and rescue one
of their own from the trap.

It's our last hope.

He's not a ghost, Doctor.

Shh!

Spirit. They do not
like to be called ghosts!

Well, he isn't
a spirit either.

Must you argue with me now
when time is so short?

At least give me
the benefit of the doubt.

Well, Mom did say to have
an open mind about it.

I'll go.
Good.

We must hurry.

Hurry, Will! Hurry!

Here's the path.

Are you sure it's safe? I don't
swim very well, you know.

It's dry land.

But it's kind of narrow, so
you'll have to watch your step.

Yes.

om

The dangers I
face for that family.

Oh, dear.

Warning!

You needn't be afraid, my boy.
Everything's perfectly all right.

I'm right behind you.

They're attacking me!

The poltergeists,
they've caught me!

Push it aside, Dr. Smith.
It's only a branch.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Oh. Ah.

We're about in
the middle of the bog now.

This might be a good place
to start that placating.

Yes, I suppose so.

There.

Hold the lamp up high.

Oh, universal spirits,
hear my voice.

Hear my voice.
Hear my voice.

I give you
my solemn promise

your brother spirit, who has
been treated so outrageously,

will be returned
to you unharmed.

Calm yourselves
and wait patiently.

He will surely return.

Do you think
they heard you?

I'm waiting for a sign.

Oh, universal spirits,

give me a sign
that we are friends.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Something moving. Listen.

I don't hear anything,

and I don't see
anything out there either.

We may have
come too far.

I think we'd
better go back.

This place is as good as any
if they're gonna hear you.

I have more experience
in these matters than you.

Follow me.

Oh. You'd better go
ahead and light the way.

Careful.
I almost fell into the bog.

Don't be so scared, Dr. Smith.
It's not deep, just slimy.

That does not
reassure me.

Wait.

What is it now?

I heard it again.
Listen.

Somethings following us.
Oh!

Maybe we should've
stayed where we were.

Is anyone out there?

You call to him, Dr. Smith. He'll
probably answer you, whoever he is.

I will, as soon as we get
out of this dreadful bog.

He can hear us just
as well on dry land.

Why don't we just wait here
and let him catch up to us?

Oh, no, no. We must maintain
a respectful distance.

It's, um, an essential
part of the ceremony.

Okay.

Come.

There's something
out there!

What?

Maybe he got ahead of us.

Where? Where?

There!

Do you recognize him?

Not exactly.

You'd better start talking to him
if you want him to let us by.

He doesn't
seem very friendly.

He may be loaded
with poltergeists.

Are poltergeists
dangerous?

Oh, yes, very.

And unpredictable. You never know
what they're going to do next.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to exorcise them.

Why would
a spirit need exercise?

No, no, my boy.
Exorcise.

It means to cast out evil.
The evil demons.

How do we do that?

With these mystic charms. Watch.
I'll try the dagger first.

With this dagger,

I exorcise your demons,
oh, spirit.

You missed.

The poltergeists must
have turned it aside.

They've very
wicked and cunning.

This garlic will
probably do the trick.

What do you want
me to do with it?

Wave it in front of him
and repeat after me.

Oh, ye herb of evil odor.

Unite with
the demons who possess

this spirit and
render them harmless.

Unite with the demons who
possess this spirit and...

Go on. Go on.

I don't think
that's a spirit at all.

What?

I think it's a dead tree.

Don't get too close!

I'm right.
It is a tree.

Impostor!

You could've told me that sooner.
All that wasted effort!

What are you
doing now?

Looking for the dagger.
It flew over here.

Will!

Over here!

Will, did you
find the dagger?

Will, answer me.

Did you find the dagger?

Will?

Where are you? Will?

Will?

Will?

Oh, dear.

Will.

Is that you?

Oh, no! No, you're not
my uncle Thaddeus!

You couldn't be! Avaunt!

Get ye hence! Begone!

Avaunt!

Get ye hence! Begone!

If only I had
the garlic and my dagger!

Oh, no, no. I really
didn't mean anything.

I wouldn't do
anything to harm you.

I wouldn't hurt you
for anything, only please,

please don't come
any closer!

Are you really gone?

Oh.

Will.

He's gone.

What will I do now?

How will I tell them?

Oh, Will.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Will.

Dr. Smith,
where are you?

Dr. Smith?
Well, can't you hear me?

Where are you?
That's funny.

I can't see myself.

Is someone there?
Who are you?

Dr. Smith, is that you?

Gosh, if only I could
see myself.

Mom, Dad, it's gone!

Mom, Dad, it's gone!

You'd better get
Will and Dr. Smith.

All right.

Dr. Smith?

Looks like we fed him enough
power to eat his way out.

Mom, Dad! Neither of them
are in their cabins.

Oh, dear!

Was Will with you?

He will always
be with me.

Never mind that.
Where is he now?

It was a fateful journey,

one of which I was prepared to sacrifice
myself if need be to save you all.

Where is he?

The bog.

We'll find him, darling.

You left him out there.

Oh, Dr. Smith,
how could you?

Oh, dear.

Will!

Will!

Will!

Will, where are you?

Wait!

There's something
over there.

Will!

Will!

Will!

Help!

No, don't!

Will!

Didn't you
hear us call?

I don't think so.

What were you
doing out here anyway?

Or is this another one of Dr.
Smith's brilliant ideas?

I don't know how brilliant it
was, but it sure was funny.

He tried to placate the spirits,
but I dropped the lamp.

And when I
tried to find it...

I know you won't believe this,
but I became invisible.

I believe you, son.

And then something
tried to...

I don't know, but it couldn't have been Dr.
Smith's uncle Thaddeus.

Knowing Dr. Smith,
there isn't anything

I'd put past his
uncle Thaddeus.

I'd better tell
him I'm all right.

Now, wait a minute.
We'll go with you.

From now on, I shall
devote the rest of my life

to the service of my fellow
man with no thought of self.

That brave little boy
shall not have died in vain.

A new Zachary Smith shall burst
upon the world with a...

No! Oh, no!

No, not so soon!

You can't materialize
until I've raised you,

and I don't even
have my ouija board.

But, Dr. Smith...

Haunt me not,
oh, spirit!

I have already repented,
I swear to you!

I'm not a spirit, Dr. Smith.
I'm just me.

Will?

Will?

Is it you?

Oh, Will.
Oh, Will, it's you!

I found the lantern, but I
lost a shoe looking for it.

Lost your shoe?

I know exactly
where to find it.

Come along.

Ah, yes, Will.
As a youth,

I spent many a summer day
lazing in the warm sun

on the banks of the river,

the blue sky overhead, the
shimmering water flowing by,

the gentle hum of
a bee in flight.

Ah, yes, a barefoot boy
with cheeks of tan.

Alert! Alert! A moving
object attached to line!

He's got a big one!

Pull it in, you idiot!
Don't just stand there!

Weight of the object exceeds
the strength of the line.

Restraint should be exercised
until there is less resistance.

Ha! Give me that pole.

Let an expert show you
how this should be done.

Caution and patience is advised.
Caution and patience...

Quiet, you mumbling mass of metal!
I'll handle this!

He's right, Dr. Smith. If you're
not careful, the fish'll get away.

Nonsense! Our finny friend is
practically in the frying pan now.

A release of line
tension is advised.

Give him some slack, Dr. Smith.
Ease off gradually.

I know what I'm doing.

Give up, you brute.
You've met your match!

Oh!

Object fish has
eluded capture.

He got away, sir.

Not even the greatest experts
could've landed that monster.

He must've weighed
100 pounds.

All your fish got away.

Are you suggesting that my failure
is clue to a lack of ability?

You're the only one
who didn't catch anything.

As you have said, the proof of
the pudding is in the eating.

Indeed!

Rather than bear
any further insults,

I shall return
to the Jupiter 2.

Good day to you both.

Oh, we didn't mean anything, Doctor.
Honest, we didn't.

Ha!

He did not get away.
I released him.

We might as well go, too.

Dr. Smith suffers
the injury of embarrassment.

He will recover.

Well, I guess
you're right.

What's wrong?
You sure are actin' funny.

Warning!
Immediate danger!

What kind of danger?

My sensors will not accept the
possibility of its existence.

Golly!