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Last week, as you recall, we left Will, Dr. Smith, and the robot checking the

radioactive atomic regulator, unaware that an incredible armored warrior was

waiting for the moment to attack.

The atomic regulator is secure.

There is no more danger of radioactive poisoning.

It certainly took you long enough, you lugubrious laggard. Now let us return to

camp and build fires against the night. There may well be alien monsters afoot.

We're safe with the robot, Dr. Smith.

Safe indeed.

He's about as protective as a leaky umbrella.

Good heavens. We're being attacked by aliens.

There's only one Dr. Smith.

The forerunner of an army.

He's going to attack.

Do something, you cowardly clump.

Hurry, finish him off.

I am sorry. I can do nothing.

It's a good thing you said that. In another instant, I'd have been on you, a

hacking and a hewing and a cleaving of your plate for plate.

By my faith, sir knight, thou art a peculiar knight.

Is it true?

As a matter of fact, sir.

Why?

I would speak when thou hadst spoken to Violet.

Violet, indeed, how dare you?

You happen to be addressing Dr.

Zachary Nick.

Down, sir knight. Doth never discipline thy villain.

No matter that. Shall we discuss your ransom, sir? I am unable to pay ransom.

Oh, ransom.

That does make things rather messy, doesn't it?

I suppose under the rules of chivalry, I've nothing to do but to chop off your

head? No!

Oh, I'm sorry, boy. It's the rules, you know.

Shall we have at it? May I suggest an alternative?

Would I not tell you to speak when you are spoken to?

Perhaps you might take a hostage in return for a promise to pay.

A hostage, did you say?

I guess Dr. Smith means me.

Quite the contrary, dear boy.

I offer myself.

I shall serve you faithfully until the ransom is paid.

Well, very well, sir knight. I shall take your two retainers as hostage

your ransom.

As for the boy, I shall treat him as my own son, and he shall be my page.

The other shall be my varlet.

Varlet, indeed. Are you suggesting that I should perform menial tasks?

By my halidom name, I'll swing thee to the bone before I'm through.

What's that?

Hey, good Beoth. Down, good hound, down.

Hast never seen basking, hound, before?

And my good Beoth is among the best. It is by his keen craft that we shall

finally track down and destroy Gundamar.

Gundamar? Who in the world is that?

Well, the questing beast, of course, darling.

Another nothing.

I shall never hear again.

On with the hunting.

Something wrong?

Oh, not really. I just don't like the idea of Will being out there alone

tonight. He'll be perfectly safe. He's with Smith and the robot.

You know, all day I've had the strangest feeling as though there's something

watching us.

Sort of like eyes boring into your back.

Ah, your woman's intuition is showing again.

Don't you laugh at it.

Oh, he'll be all right. Stop worrying about him. I've set the drill on

automatic. Why don't we go back to the ship?

All right.

A man of my quality is reduced to chopping wood.

I'm going for more love.

You shall learn to serve a table, to carve meat, to pass dishes with graceful

manner. You must keep my arms burnished, my mail well oiled, and my harness

in good repair.

More, more.

Yes, sir. I'll do my best, sir.

In return, I shall teach you knightly manners, the use of arms, the language

courtesy, the art of equitation.

And I shall only beat you when it is necessary to sharpen thy wits.

Where is it?

Now, no matter. Your lesson shall begin at once. Fetch me my gauntlets.

Sir? My gloves, they're inside the tent.

Yes, sir.

Dr.

Smith, what are you doing here?

Quiet, William, quiet.

I don't want him to come here and find me. He has such a temper, you know.

Yeah, but what are you doing here?

Seeking information.

What kind of information?

I must know from whence he came, and most particularly... How did he come,

William? He must have a ship, a functioning spacecraft.

If we can find it, it may well prove to be invaluable to all of us.

You mean steal it?

Certainly not. We shall borrow it.

And then if Sir Sagramati should ever return to Earth, we will give it back to

him. Some chance. So that's why you volunteered to be a hostage.

Of course.

William, he's taken a fancy to you. I can see it. He will confide in you.

Get him to talk.

Perhaps he'll drop a clue as to where his ship lies hidden.

I don't know, Dr. Smith.

My dear boy, don't be selfish in your scruples. Think of your dear parents,

sisters. Think of me.

We are all eager to leave this planet, you know.

Well... Boy!

Answer him.

Coming, sir.

Now think about it, William.

Think about it carefully and think about where your duty lies.

Now go. I don't want him to come here and find me.

I wanted to make sure I had the right one. Put them on.

Is something troubling thee, boy?

No, I was just wondering.

Wondering? About why you're here on our planet.

Well, I told thee, boy. I hunt the questing beast. Here.

What kind of a beast is it?

It's beastly, I suppose.

Definitely quite beastly.

Well, fearsome, I expect.

Yes, I suppose quite fearsome in a general run -of -the -mill sort of way.

And it probably breatheth fire, that natural and that sort of thing. And I

suppose it hath claws for tearing and rending and teeth for biting and

and, well, you know, or a lunch.

You know that, yes.

Haven't you ever seen the beast before?

Well, of course not, boy.

You talk, one never sees one's questing beast until one is face to face with it

and good for the final battle.

Well, if you've seen it, why are you hunting it?

Because it's my quest.

Botheration, boy, you do ask a lot of questions.

Just one more thing.

What's a quest?

A quest?

It's the search for the unobtainable.

An opportunity to perform some worshipful deeds of valor.

A chance to explore one's own soul.

The weighing of one's strength and courage.

It is that which makes a man young and

undefeated. After he is no more, it is everything.

How long does it last?

Until one reaches the unattainable, which is never.

Well, enough of that. Time for little.

Boy, fetch me my napkin.

Yes, sir. One napkin.

Did you find out how he got here?

Not yet.

Boy, my napkin.

Get him his napkin.

Pick it up, Father. It's raining the dark.

I have an extremely delicate back. I can't.

raising the dust.

Here's your napkin. Oh, thank you.

Sir? Now, what is it, boy?

How do you know the Questing Beast is on this planet?

Because I wouldn't be here if it weren't, naturally.

How'd you get here?

I don't know.

I think it had something to do with an enchantment.

No, I'm familiar with the modern opinion that there are no such things as

enchanters and enchantments.

But how else would I find myself on various planets where Gundamark raises?

No, I have no ship.

Yet I've transported in a trice from planet to planet, from star system to

system, yea, from galaxy to galaxy.

And if that be not enchantment, you tell me what it is.

Then you really don't know how you got here?

I said so, didn't I?

I tell you, boy, I know this, that Gundamar is here, somewhere near.

Get me to bed, boy.

We start at dawn.

Good harm there.

Yes, yes, it is time for beddy -bye.

Enchantments, enchanters, indeed.

All that labor, and what have I to show for it?

All the wood I've chopped and the fires I've built.

What are you going to do now, Dr. Smith?

Return to the Jupiter, too, of course. You didn't suppose that I would stay out

here, did you?

Maybe he won't let you.

We'll leave when he's fallen asleep. You shall leave when he falls asleep. I'm

not going anywhere.

Of course you're going, aren't you?

Why not?

I want to learn more about the things he talked about.

That babbling nonsense.

I don't think a quest is nonsense, Dr. Smith. You don't understand that.

Indeed.

This is the final indignity. A famous gourmet like Zachary Smith reduced to

eating scraps from someone else's pig.

Very badly seasoned.

Who's there?

No one, sir. No one at all.

Will.

This is your last chance. I'm going.

Are you coming with me?

No, Dr. Smith.

Then on your own head be it. Goodbye.

Be careful, Dr. Smith.

Never fear.

Smith is here.

Dr. Smith?

What's wrong with me?

Gunderman! When the hound shows fear, Gunderman is near. It's virtually the

way one can ride a questing beast, you know.

Help me on, boy. My sword, my shield. I've got a horn here. Wait a minute.

Okay.

Oh, good boy.

Noble boy.

You're not going to die.

Get my shield. Your advice will come later.

Thank you. Bye.

to the ship since Will Robinson and Dr. Smith are no longer in my custody. Their

present whereabouts are unknown.

What do you mean, whereabouts unknown?

They are held hostage by a native of the planet Antair.

You were supposed to protect them.

I can take no action against Sacrament of Antair since the Prime Directive

forbids me to harm human beings.

Does that mean that the alien is a human being?

Affirmative. Does he intend them any harm? I am a cybernetic servomechanism

computer.

No, Professor Robinson.

You're a great help. What's wrong?

Some alien has taken Will and Smith's prisoner. Ah, that's impossible.

Is it? Sure it is.

No alien ship has landed on this planet. We would have picked it up on radar.

There's been no radar warning.

Well, we could have missed it.

No chance. I check the tape recordings of the radar every day. There's no ship

on this planet.

All right, then. Where are they?

I don't know.

I'll get some weapons. We'll take a look for them. All right.

Don't alarm Judy and Penny, but...

They do it that they don't go too far from the ship.

At least until we know it's out there. All right.

John, please don't let anything happen to Will.

Don't worry, darling.

Where are Dad and Don going?

Oh, well, they have some work to do.

Penny, don't you go too far from the ship today.

Why not?

Because I told you not to.

Much of a reason, if you ask me.

Where did you come from?

You look all worn out, you poor thing.

What does that mean?

That I did.

Help me out.

Oh, thank you.

You sure look shook up.

Never did mortal man suffer such a shaking. Let me down easy.

Thank you. It feels as if every bone in my body breaks.

The beast did that to you?

Something did.

Did you fight it?

Aye. At least I got in one good cut with my sword.

Oh, lad, it would have done your heart good to hear the beast. Such a

catawalling and a howling mortal you never heard before.

Assure me, lad, I know not what.

Suddenly it was as though I was seized by some great wind. I was sent hurtling

through the air, cloudy against trees, banging against rocks, and finally

splashing into yonder pool.

The beast did that?

Nay, lad, for some enchantment set upon me by some enemy I wot not whom.

Oh, woe is me.

How can good steel and shout heart stand foul magic in?

There really isn't such thing as enchantment.

No? Then you tell me what it was that did that to me.

Oh, it was enchantment, sure enough.

Where is Bale?

He's missing, sir.

Missing, you say?

You mean you lost him?

He got away in the dark. I had my hands full with your helmet and lance, and I'm

sorry, sir.

Never mind, lad. It was some enchantment that told the poor hound away from me.

I sure wish you wouldn't talk like that.

Now what are you going to do?

On with the quest.

I'm going to sit here and ache a while.

Then later I will rise up and search some more.

We've got to go find the Beatles. Later, lad.

All I want to be is friends.

Honestly, I don't see any reason why you have to act like that.

It's the nature of the species, my dear.

Beg your pardon, ma 'am.

Don't stare, child.

It isn't polite.

No, ma 'am.

No what?

It isn't polite or you won't stare.

You must be explicit, child.

You can talk.

Of course I can talk.

Oh, dear.

There's that lousy old sacramente baying again.

Who's sacramente? I'll tell you as we walk along.

Well, I really think I ought to get home now. My mom told me not to go too far.

Lancet, my dear.

You've reached an age when you should learn about life.

And believe me, dear, I have lived. Well, uh, maybe some other time.

Dear, you are being impolite.

How did you do that?

How would anyone do that? I teleported.

Naturally.

Naturally? I haven't had a good talk with anyone for ages.

And besides, I can't let you go home. Really, I can't. If you told your dear

parents, I'm quite sure they'd come a -hunting.

And I'm much too tired for any more of that right now.

Come along, dear.

Let's rest a moment and then we'll go on.

We must find a hiding place today.

Why do we have to hide?

So we won't be found, of course.

That's a ridiculous answer.

Tut, tut.

Remember your manners, child.

I've always been thankful that I've had good manners.

Oh, I've had my ups and downs, my dear.

No use in trying to conceal the past.

But through it all, I can always say that I was a lady. You haven't been

listening to a thing I've said.

My dear, I want to know where we're going and why.

And if you don't tell me, I won't go on any farther.

What is the younger generation coming to?

Very well, if you must know.

I'm being pursued, haunted, tracked down.

Who's hunting you?

A terrible man.

He calls himself Sacramente of Antare.

Oh, a horrible fellow, my dear.

Horrible. Why is he hunting you?

Heaven only knows. I've been trying to get the answer to that for the last 40

years. You mean he's been hunting you for 40 years?

Every waking moment of the... So far, I've been able to keep

ahead of him. Barely ahead.

But sooner or later, he'll catch up and then... Then he'll cut off my beautiful

head with that horrible snickersy of his.

You poor thing.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, my dear.

Have you tried to talk to this man? Tried to reason with him?

Oh, yes.

Only last night. Yes, last night.

I approached his camp, hoping to communicate with him. It was useless.

He came charging at me, bellowing and roaring and waving his sword.

And if I hadn't teleported at the very last moment, he'd have killed me.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. I think I'm going to cry again.

Here.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Thank you, my dear. Now, let's go on.

And it so sacramently advanced himself into the thicket, brandishing his sword

and calling upon the beast to give battle.

And the beast came forth from his lair, breathing great fires and destroying all

about with the poison of his breath.

Whereupon did Sir Sagramonte gird himself and slap the beast of mighty

with his sword, and the beast did barrel fiercely and come forth apace.

Full all the battle raged, and Sir Sagramonte, fainting and fighting, and

leveling great blows and receiving his many in return, fell back, back raven,

fell and fell deep, back, back, and up.

What's the matter, boy?

Why are you talking so funny?

Funny? Well, there's a certain form to these things, you know.

People expect you to build it up a little when you're telling the tale.

Telling the tale is right.

Adding all these little details makes it interesting, you know.

Yes, sir. But now you're making it seem like the fight lasted for hours.

And last night when you first told me, the whole thing only lasted a few

seconds. Did I say that?

You sure did.

Well,

I was confused. The aftermath of a hard fight, you know?

Yeah. Well, it's virtually true.

Virtually? Sounds.

Chide me not, boy, if I embroider a bit.

How would it sound on ant hair if I said that I'd only had a little skirmish and

all I'd managed to do was cut off a bit of the beast's tail? Why, they'd laugh

me out of the courts of honor.

No, you're not.

that he who blows not his own trumpet shall never be heard?

You don't have to blow your trumpet to me.

You're angry with me, huh?

Not angry, just disappointed.

Well, why?

You disappointed in me?

You think me a great blowhard and a liar?

You're sagrimonious.

Last night, when you went charging out in the darkness with nothing but your

sword and shield, I thought you were the bravest, noblest man I've ever known.

And I went looking for you all night because I wanted to learn more about the

things you talked about, like chivalry and courtesy and doing good deeds.

And now... And now?

I don't think I want to be your page any longer, sir.

I think.

Well, in that case, you'd better go.

Yes, I guess I would be bad.

Then go.

You don't have to polish your helmet. I already did that.

Goodbye.

So goodbye, at least

thou hast returned to me.

What does that say?

Gundamar, have you found the questing beast?

I will go with thee. But first I need to take my trusty lance and my shield, my

horn. I fear my heart is not in the chase this day.

Let be.

Let be.

Isn't that such a good hiding place?

Good heavens, a cave. How perfectly delightful.

Exactly what I was thinking.

Go ahead, child, investigate it.

I'll wait out here.

Why are you trembling?

Oh, it's nothing, my dear.

Merely a touch of nerves. I've always been sensitive,

you know.

You're afraid.

Not really. It's just that there might be mice in the cave.

Mice?

They're so annoying, they scurry.

You're afraid of mice?

Certainly not.

Oh, mice!

It's nothing.

Come on, I'll protect you.

Are you sure that I'll know my... All you heard were some falling rock.

Here. You'd better lie down and rest a while.

Thank you, my dear.

You've been very kind, my dear.

You should be safe here.

I'd better get home now. My mom will be worried about me.

Perhaps you can come back later?

I'll try.

Then I think I'll take a little nap.

Be careful going home.

I will.

Good night, child.

I'm

sure

there must be mice.

This place looks mousy.

Oh, Dad, he's back.

Will? He came in about an hour ago.

What about the alien, the man from Antair?

Oh, I don't think there's anything to worry about. From the way Will talked, I

guess he's just a foolish old man.

Well, I don't know about you two, but I want to get something to eat. How about

it? I'll be right along. I want to talk to Dad for a moment.

Well, what's the trouble?

I'm worried about Will.

Will? There's something withdrawn about him.

Dad, is it possible for a boy his age to become a cynic?

Jupiter 2, ahoy!

Help!

What happened?

Oh, I did my best. My very best, but to no avail.

Now, pull yourself together. Tell us what happened.

It was horrible, horrible. Oh, the horror of it all.

Memory banks indicate Dr.

Smith is about to pull a fast one.

Silence, you ingrate of ingratitude.

The poor boy.

But I did my very best. Who were you talking about?

My dear little friend, Will.

What happened to Will?

We were taken hostage by an alien, as you know. But thanks to my superior

cunning and ingenuity, I was able to contrive our escape.

On our way here, we were attacked by a monster.

A monster, Dr. Smith?

Did I say one monster? I meant to say several monsters.

Well, how many monsters?

Four or five at the very least. They were traveling in a pack, you know.

But I placed Will behind me, determined to sell his life dearly.

Armed only with a club, I managed to dispose of seven of them. But, Dr.

you just said there were five of them.

A slip of the tongue.

There were at least ten.

Don't you believe me?

Oh, yeah, go on. We're listening.

Yes, fighting like ten men, like ten madmen.

I managed to draw them away from the place where Will was hiding. I ran all

night with twenty of them hot at my heels.

Now, if there were only ten in the first... No, no, Professor, there were

twenty, at least twenty.

But I managed to shake them off and return to the cave where the dear boy

hiding at... William.

William.

I was just telling your family about the terrible things that have happened.

Did you hear everything I said, Will?

I heard you, Dr. Smith.

Everything?

Everything.

William!

Yes, Doctor, go on. You said that you returned to where Will was hiding.

I'm sure you're fully aware that it was all a lie.

May I join you?

Suit yourself.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about this afternoon.

It's all right. You're just trying to make yourself out a big hero.

You make it all seem very simple.

Well, isn't it? I mean, don't people do it all the time? Brag and elaborate and

then build themselves up?

The book's upside down, Doctor.

But there must be some exceptions.

What exceptions?

Your parents, Major West.

How do I know for sure that they're so special?

Well, what has happened to you?

Let's just say I'm growing up, Dr. Smith. There comes a time in every kid's

when he has to get rid of illusions, like outgrowing fairy tales about

fighting dragons.

It must be something Sagramonte Lanterre did, wasn't it? Dr. Smith, nobody's to

blame. Let's just say I'm outgrowing my childhood.

Nobody is to blame.

Nobody is ever to blame.

Don't be in such a hurry to grow up, dear William.

It isn't really worth it.

I miss the day.

I always meant... Now, thou hast returned, Barlet.

Why?

Hast discovered some trace of honour in thy worthless hide?

What is honour, Sagramonte of Antaire?

Well, I've asked myself that question through many sleepless hours.

I come of a people who pride themselves on honour, and yet I doubt if even one

of them knows the meaning of the word.

Tell me about your people.

We are a people so old in civilization and so wise in science that in order to

maintain our sanity, we've returned to an earlier, simpler age.

The age of chivalry. The age of innocence and childhood.

Of belief in dragons and brave knights and honor.

My young friend Will has left all those things behind.

Yes, I saw the loss of innocence in his eyes when he left me. It was you, sir,

who stole it away.

Thinks I don't know it?

Oh, what have I done in this vain hunt for glory?

I lied. And the boy heard me lie.

It was a lie that would do no harm. A gentle lie, an old man's lie to be told

friends at home.

Other men have told such lies about their lives, adding a bit of guilt here

a sparkling stone there so that others might discern some merit and glory in

what they'd done.

I've spent 40 years on my quest.

Since that time, other men have fulfilled their quest for honor, and I

never even been close to mine.

All I have to show for 40 years of quest is a little scuffle in the night.

And so you lied.

It was only a tale to be told to old men at home.

I lie even to myself.

I lied so that I might win the worship of my fellows.

I have spent 40 years on a quest.

Dedicated to chivalry. And only now have I begun to know the meaning of the

word. It means to be kind and gentle, but above all, to be true to thine own

self as well as to others.

And now, sir, what will you do now?

Go home and be an old man by the fire.

And what of your quest?

It's ended.

And what of the boy?

The damage is beyond repair.

No, not if he sees you as he fancies you.

A brave knight fighting terrible odds for honor and merit.

That has ended now. I'm old and tired, and my beast is gone.

I know where your beast can be found.

Can you arrange for the boy to see?

Yes, I can.

Why, then, good squire, the boy shall see a pretty fight.

Be gone, make all to be ready.

Gundemar and I shall meet at dawn.

At dawn.

I did it.

I did it.

I did it. Oh,

William, the things I do for you.

Dr. Smith. I've just come from Sagramonte.

I'm not interested.

You must listen to me.

I said I'm not interested.

I did not risk my life going out into that wilderness tonight to face this

of rejection from you, William.

You must listen.

All right, I'm listening.

Sagramonte is going to fight the beast at dawn.

Did you hear me? Dr.

Smith, you know and I know and even Sagramonte knows that there isn't any

But there is.

I saw it myself. It's true.

For the first time in my miserable life, I regret every lie I've ever told.

Because this time I'm telling the truth and you don't believe me.

Will you, whether you believe or not?

Will you go with me at dawn? Will you?

All right, Dr. Smith. You wake me up and I'll go with you. Good night.

Good night.

I had to warn you. They're coming after you. They?

Who are they?

Dr. Smith and that Sagramonte that's always chasing you.

Dear me, I must flee.

But where will I go?

Once Sagramonte gets on my trail with his hound, I'm done for.

Absolutely done for.

You must hate him a lot.

Heavens no.

Whatever put that notion in your head?

Quite to the contrary. In fact, I...

I suppose you think I'm terribly foolish.

What are you going to do if you can't run away?

Give poor Sagramonte what he's always wanted.

My head and the glory he has always hungered for.

Oh, I'll put up a fight. But in the end, I'll let him win.

Now go home, child.

This is one of those times when I'd like to be alone.

Is there anything I can do to help?

No, thank you, child.

Go now.

Hurry.

No.

Be still in there.

In the cave.

Sure. Isn't that where you usually find beasts, in a dark cave?

Sagramanti should be along very soon.

Uh -huh. And then he'll come charging up and running the cave, and there'll be a

lot of banging and clanging. And then he'll come out all shook up and say he

a fierce fight with a monster.

May I offer some advice, will you?

Sure, it's cheap.

Keep the eyes and the ears open and the little mouth shut.

Now come along. We'll find a place to hide.

Sacrament of Altair, who summoned thee.

No, it's not. Do something.

This is not our...

Get behind me, child.

I'll hold the beast at my... Stop it this minute, you silly man. She doesn't

want to hurt anyone.

She? Yes, indeed.

Did you say she?

Yes, indeed. That's ridiculous.

I wouldn't say it's so ridiculous.

Heaven defend me.

I've gone mad. The beast beats.

Tell me the friends of my years do not deceive me. Did you hear the beast beat?

Shall we get on with this business?

Oh, I'm not so sure now.

Isn't that like a man?

after chasing me across the universe for the last 40 years. What did you think

you were going to do if you caught me?

I don't know. I never really thought that far ahead.

There was an awful lot going on while I was chasing you.

Of course there were, you silly thing.

We went through eight star systems.

You must have had a lovely time.

Well, as a matter of fact... Never mind that now. What are we going to do? May I

make a suggestion?

Certainly, dear.

The child has remarkably good sense and delightful manners.

Why don't you teleport back to your home planet?

Excellent idea.

And you teleport to yours.

Oh, my dear child, I haven't the slightest notion how to teleport myself

anywhere.

Least of all, as far away as Antia.

You don't? Well, then how'd you get here? How'd you travel through all those

star systems?

Well, I told you.

Enchantment.

Never mind that now.

How did Sagamonte travel through space?

As a matter of fact.

You did it, didn't you?

I suppose I must fess up. Why?

He was chasing you.

And having so much fun doing it.

Those were the happiest years of my life.

And it's all over now.

All over.

My boy, I wanted you here today so that you might learn that there are still

such things as honor and faith and truth. But it would seem that I've

even in that.

No, you haven't, sir.

If you'd like to stay here for a while, I'll be your page again.

You would?

No, my woman, no. The quest is ended.

All of a sudden, he looks so old. He never looked old before.

Not really old, old, the way he looks now.

His life is ended.

Unless you do something.

Me? What can I do?

I think you know.

Yes, child, you're right.

Oh, Sargeras!

nor the goal the game.

What did you say, Dr. Smith?

A quest sounds like capital fun. I must try it sometime.

Come along, my dears.

And now the blue one to your right.

Right, Minnie, right.

Dr. Smith, what are you doing here? We're supposed to be looking for mineral

deposits. I'm preparing a little treasure for Penny's birthday.

A flower arrangement.

Now, why don't you run along, dear boy, and continue your search. I shall be

right here when you return.

Proceed with caution.

This is an unexplored area.

Oh, Peterly Pie.

I'll see you later.

Run along, dear boy.

Hmm.

I think I shall rest my eyes for a bit and thus get a fresher perspective on

problem at hand.

Is there no rest for the weary?

What is it, my boy? What is it?

Look, it looks like the old android machine we found before.

Why, no it is.

Come on.

Steady, William. This bog is quite deep. I'm frightened.

Now be careful. Now help me. My back is extremely delicate today.

Come on. Careful.

Steady. Help me down. There.

Well, another of those interesting intergalactic mail order catalogs. How

By pressing buttons and causing pictures to appear on the screen, one can order

anything one wants in the universe and have it appear immediately.

This one doesn't seem like it's in very good condition, Doctor. Never mind

appearances, just keep it worse.

Warning! Warning!

Hazardous area! Return at once, Will Robinson!

The fissure you have crossed is filled with hyperatomic matter.

Silence, you cackling coward!

The machine also is dangerous.

Nonsense! Will is very good with machines.

Now go ahead and see if you can find a suitable present for your dear.

Do you think she'd like that?

I'm sure she will.

Perhaps you should turn the gold now, and then we will have the beautiful

Ingold. It's such a charming metal.