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Two degrees, right warp.

Jack? Keep heading in.

Stand by with the space part.

I strongly advise you to reconsider,
Professor.

Anyone with even the faintest
understanding of galactic phenomena can

this planet is girdled by some sinister
and unquestionably fatal contamination.

We don't seem to have any choice,
Doctor.

If our propulsion unit isn't fixed... We
won't be able to maintain our support

systems. Either way, we could die.

Put the ship on minimum gravitational
orbit. I'll need somebody to handle the

artillery threat.

I'll do it.

Good luck, Dad. Thank you, darling.

Be careful.

You'll be sure to keep in contact.

Well, Dr. Smith might just have a point,
you know, about the contamination belt

around that planet.

Well, I'll report as soon as we hit it.
All right.

Watch this connect thrust at 5, 5, 4, 3.

Base part to Jupiter.

Beginning entry into planet's
atmosphere.

Heat, 4 ,300.

Gravitational pull, 1 .073.

Check.

Scope metering is corrected with pod.

John, how about that contamination belt
around the planet?

Any sensor readings on it yet?

We're approaching it fast. Should know
momentarily.

I am picking up irregular pulses on my
force detector circuit. They show

increasing strength.

Done? Robot's picking up some kind of
force field.

Then don't penetrate any deeper.

Revert and return.

Danger! Danger!

Force level building to fatal intensity.

Bye.

Controls won't respond.

Can't turn.

Penetrating force field layer. Inter
-axillary thruster pack.

The descent is two Gs above maximum
safety level.

Cannot comply.

Trapped by force.

Force detector overloaded.

Overloaded. Danger, danger.

Do you have control?

I repeat, John, do you have control?

Almost through the force field layer.

The robot's starting to respond.

We're through the force field.

We're approaching the planet's circuit.

Any damage?

The pod seems okay.

The robot burned out of the detector
circuit. He's working to repair it now.

I think we'll both live.

There. I have now switched over to
emergency operation.

All facilities functioning.

Can you tell me what kind of force field
that was we just came through?

It pains me to think about it.

However, my detectors analyze an ultra
-powerful, artificially -induced

protective barrier energized by solar
deflection.

Sounds like some kind of intergalactic
barbed wire fence to keep us out.

A fence works two ways, Professor.

To keep something out or keep something
in.

Well, we're going to have a chance to
find out which right now.

Landing struts projected.

Stand by for touchdown.

Sensors indicate atmospheric oxygen
within human tolerance.

All right.

Let's take a look around.

Advise caution.

Reading still incomplete on alien
habitation.

Space part to Jupiter.

We've landed. The atmosphere seems okay.
So far, no sign of alien life.

See any good spots we can bring down to
Jupiter?

No, not here.

We'll survey the area.

Out.

Return to pod.

Sensors indicate approach of unknown
alien.

Is it friendly?

Impossible to determine.

Better make sure before the Jupiter
lands, then.

Danger! Danger!

I suppose I should have listened to you.

Danger! Danger!

Who are you? I'm John Robinson from the
Earthship Jupiter II. We have to make an

emergency landing for repairs.

You're trespassing on a private killing
preserve, Earthling.

Killing preserve?

I am Megazord, future ruler of Zahn.

I am here to undergo special tests to
determine my suitability as ruler of our

civilization. You may rest assured we
won't interfere.

You already have.

That was to be my victim. Warning!
Warning!

Warning!

Warning!

The robot's defensive mechanism has been
neutralized by a disruptor tone.

Both of you come with me.

Jupiter 2. Jupiter 2!

John, come in. If you prefer, the
computer can also destroy you.

Come. I have plans for your use.

This is my camp, and these are some of
my captains.

Do not be alarmed, Professor.

Earth humans and their robot mind
products are not considered natural

the Zahn culture.

Your robot is well programmed.

These are my enemies.

Galadios.

Zorodots.

Raskopul.

Since you already have them in cages,
the killing should be easy.

That is a senseless statement that I
would expect from an Earthling.

In our species, destruction is a highly
developed art.

There are strict procedures, rules,
regulations you are not expected to

understand. Come.

Megazord refers to an attitude similar
in concept to the human condition of

sportsmanship. Oh, that's encouraging.

My sensors indicate to the contrary in
our case, Professor.

Time is running short.

Yes. Yes, I will get on with it.

Hurry them along!

I'm sorry if we interrupted your sport,
but we were attacked.

The computer makes no allowance for
excuses.

It gives and takes points as required.

Question, computer.

How many points does Megazord require to
complete his field test?

Him. How much is he worth?

You're a subspecies, Earthling.

However, regulations still allow me to
punish you for your crime.

If the punishment is effective enough, I
can still gain bonus points.

Bonus points count for death of
humanoid.

Only ten points?

My master's worth twice that anywhere.

I'll put you in a cage.

I'll devise your punishment later.

If my destructor banks were only
operative.

You can be thankful they didn't wreck
you completely.

It is your safety that concerns me,
Professor.

Don't worry.

Major West doesn't hit him. If I have a
feeling, he'll come down fast.

I repeat, this is the Jupiter calling
John Robinson.

Come in, John.

Come in.

I can't raise him.

Oh, Don.

John.

John Robinson, this is the Jupiter 2
calling John Robinson.

Hello, come in.

John, do you hear me?

It's no use.

Pity.

Army, the wages of ignorance.

Had the professor and the rest of you
intellectual unfortunates allowed me to

direct and counsel more of your
decisions, this would never have

Robinson. And what wise counsel would
you care to offer? A naively simple

of logic, Major.

Never land on a planet where there is
any indication of alien hostility.

Dr. Smith, how do you know there's any
alien hostility?

There must be. Your father fails to
respond to our frantic call.

Obviously, some diabolical mischief has
occurred beyond his control.

Now, there's a real pearl of wisdom.

It also could be something
undiabolically simple, like an effective

communicator. Yes, of course. He may not
be able to hear us. What should we do,

Don?

Land the spaceship and find out for
ourselves.

I agree.

If John's in trouble, he can use our
help.

Precisely why we should not land. We
cannot risk our own lives against some

horrible alien danger.

Dr. Smith, we can if it means Dad and
the robot need it.

Now, now, will you? We must learn to
face life's difficulties bravely.

Alas, there is no choice but to orbit
away and continue our search for Earth.

Once safely returned home, we can erect
a suitable memorial.

To the brave ones we left behind.

Dr. Smith, how dare you say such a
thing?

Since our very own lives are at stake, a
vote is the only democratic way to

decide. I shall begin the balloting with
a resounding no to the ridiculous

suggestion that we like.

Now, William, my bright and logical
young friend, how say you?

I'm sorry, Dr. Smith, but I'm with Don.

I vote yes.

Me too.

Don already has my vote.

Well, Smith, as usual, your influence
hasn't improved around here.

You've all taken leave of your senses
what little you may have once had I can

see that intelligent and unbiased
reasoning is not sufficient to sway you

Therefore

And make sure everyone's strapped in.

We're going down for a fast landing.

Shut up and get

over here. If we both work the secondary
thruster controls, we might be able to

get the ship to the force field. Yes,
Major. Of course. Whatever you say.

Penny and Will? We're okay.

Just a little battered zone.

All right, let's get the force field set
up around the ship as quickly as

possible. Then we'll go out after John
and the robot.

All right.

Hey, what happened to Dr. Smith?

Is that you, Corley, with St. Peter?

Open your eyes, Dr. Smith. You're safe.

I know I'm safe in heaven.

Marine,

you and the girls put up the protective
shield.

I'll go down the engine deck and see if
I can get some power going.

We did some heavy damage in that crash.

All right. Come on, girls. Let's set up
the equipment.

Yes, Smith.

You and Will scan the area and see if
you can find Professor Robinson.

But I'm still in a state of shock, my
delicate condition. Well, I've got a

feeling that condition might get a lot
worse.

Your threats will be to no avail, sir.

I'm here on this dreadful planet under
heavy duress.

Come on, Dr. Smith. We've got to look
for Dad and the robot.

Woeful choice indeed.

the radar scope scanner so we can cover
the entire area more efficiently.

Dr. Smith!

Dr. Smith!

What happened? What happened?

Help me up.

What a frightful experience.

I haven't been able to pick up anything
at all on the detector.

Maybe we try working our way around it.
a search perimeter of 500 yards from the

ship. A perimeter 500 yards further
away?

You cannot be serious, William.

I'm going to set this on long visual
scanning range.

So you have to keep visual watch for any
kind of dangerous life nearby.

Come on.

Oh!

Dangerous life here.

Another dismal and deserted planet. What
could possibly survive on it?

most uncomfortable rock.

Oh.

William.

I said we cannot go on.

I must return to the ship.

My back is extremely delicate today.

Dr. Smith, just for once, can you please
try and forget about your delicate

back? We have a lot of important work to
do.

Very well, William. I shall try.

This radar scope's giving me trouble.

It's like I keep picking up some kind of
local movement.

Allow me.

One must have a very delicate touch with
these instruments. You know, it takes

years to acquire.

Aha! Just as I thought. The cravastat is
completely out of alignment.

There's a blip right there.

I don't hear anything.

And what's a cravastat?

Hush, William. I'm hot on the track of
our lost loved ones.

Hmm. How very interesting.

It opens up a whole new world.

But, Dr. Smith, this is the way to the
Jupiter.

They couldn't be there.

It is?

Yes.

So it is.

You must have driven the Kravitzat
completely out of alignment.

However... We shall return to the ship
and I'll work on this the first thing in

the morning.

Tonight.

Just after lunch.

Very well, William. I'll work on it
right now.

Dr. Smith.

Okay. Very well.

Take it. I shall probably collapse and
die of fatigue out on one of those

ridiculous perimeters of yours.

No! Good heavens.

It's working, William. It's working.
We've just picked up something.

But it's on short range now. It must
have slipped over when you dropped it.

Nonsense. I tell you, I fixed it.

There.

Absolutely lovely.

Now, what have we here?

Ah, very interesting. It appears to be a
sort of gigantic eye monster, probably

hundreds of miles away.

Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.

Dr. Smith, look out!

I don't think it's going to work, Dr.
Smith.

It did work. I did it. I did it.

Have you tried to reach the ship with
your emergency UHF circuit?

It is useless, Professor.

here the first chance we get.

Caution. Megazord and his computer are
approaching.

I have devised your punishment,
Earthlings.

The rules allow you to have a weapon of
defense.

Defense against what?

Since you dispute our estimate of your
value, you shall have the opportunity to

prove how intelligent and inventive
Earthlings can be under stress.

Out to face Invisible Earthling, the
most feared and hated enemy of our

civilization.

You cannot see him, but you will feel
his poisonous claws when he strikes.

You best pick up that spear, Earthling.

Release the alien.

Location of alien detected.

Where is he? At two o 'clock, closing
fast.

Behind you now.

Careful. Bandit, bandit. Where is he?

12 o 'clock high.

3 o 'clock.

Danger, danger.

9 o 'clock.

Danger, danger.

Bandit at 4 o 'clock.

Hurry. He's in there. Get him. Emergency
tape circuit. Still working.

Yes, but this is no time to be concerned
about me.

Bandit approaching.

Shut the circuit and burn that tape.

Self -inflicted damage is contrary to my
programming.

Do it.

You are the boss.

Bravo!

It was worth a burnout to watch you in
action, Professor.

Excellent, Earthling.

Excellent. I had no idea that your
species had such cunning.

All right.

Now, if you've had your fun, release us.

Or intruded?

Dad!

Will, what are you doing here?

We had a crash land. Dr. Smith misfired
the retro rockets. A familiar behavior

pattern is detected.

It was an innocent mistake.

Please tell these gentlemen that I'm
really friendly at home.

You'd better tell them yourself.

As you can see, I have very little
influence around here.

So you misfired the retro rockets, eh?

Silence! No further interference shall
be tolerated from Earthlings.

Put them in the cage.

Let them go!

I'm the one that caused the trouble,
remember?

Wait.

You have displayed superior computer
ratings for defensive cunning.

If your fellow Earthlings can
demonstrate similar qualities, they may

value in further tests in our
civilization.

You seem to be forgetting something.

According to your standards, all of us
are worth just one point apiece.

Registering adjusted point count.

A revised estimate is now in effect.

You are now worth 150 points.

Registering new grand totals.

One final kill of importance, and I will
have the required total to assure my

ascendancy as ruler of all Zahn.

Take him away.

A little hunting expedition, son. I hope
he doesn't invite me. I detest the

thought. You won't be involved.

Just Megathor as the hunter and me as
the victim.

We have the shield installed.

I've got it nearly ready.

Good. At least something still works on
this junk pile.

How much damage did you find on?

Plenty. But I managed to patch up the
engine enough to maintain our support

systems. But there's still a lot of work
to be done and it's going to take time.

Any word from John?

No. I saw Will and Dr. Smith walk off
that way to look for death. What? That

way? But Smith knows the landing part
came down in the third quadrant, and

that's 45 degrees to the left.

Dear, I hope they don't get lost, too.

Oh, well, if Smith has anything to do
with the Marine, you can bet on it.

Oh, well, I've got to bring up some
power for this shield.

Well, this is nearly ready to activate.

We could go look for Will and Dr. Smith
if it would make you feel better, Mom.

Oh, no, that's all right. I'm not really
worried.

Why, they probably already found the
robot and your father, and they're on

way back to the ship right now.

You're probably right.

Sure, they'll be showing up most any
time.

Yes, I know they will.

I know they'll come back.

The rules of the hunt shall be strictly
enforced.

The time limit will be exactly 60 earth
minutes.

The hunted will be given a choice of
weapons and a five -minute head start.

It is to be solely a contest of skill
and cunning.

Any deviation of these killing
procedures by either the hunted or the

will result in severe disciplinary
penalty.

Any questions?

Yes. I know what happens if you win.

What happens if I win?

Pursuant to regulations covered by such
an impossible contingency, you and your

fellow Earthlings will be released.

What assurance have I of that?

The computer will serve as an impartial
judge.

Objection. Then I shall go along to be
impartial judge of the computer.

Objection denied.

Choose your weapon.

Perhaps a repeller shield.

How does it work?

It's very nice for short range.

But I have no intention of letting you
get that close. A very wise attitude,

Earthling.

Here is an iron deflector.

A very efficient force.

If you don't mind pointing that in some
other direction, I'd like a

demonstration. As you wish.

Now here.

Here is a compact gas ejector.

Very lethal.

Even for the Tsar culture.

You understand why I cannot demonstrate.

Of course.

Your choice, Earthling.

Propulsion belt.

Laser rocket.

They're all suitable weapons. However,
it is required that I warn you that

one of these weapons may have a small
defect.

Now, what do you mean, defect?

I am not required to explain.

Say, what's this?

That.

Dawn protective suit.

It is impervious to...

Radiation, heat, laser, and all other
similar destructive forces.

That's very interesting.

You'd like to use this as your weapon?
I'm not sure.

It's hard to decide.

I'm going to need some more time.

You'll have exactly ten more minutes. No
more.

Guard!

Watch him closely.

I will prepare for the hunt.

Explain this weapon to me.

How expedient.

What fabric, what workmanship.

If only I could wear this protective
suit, I wouldn't have to spend every

hour in tormented fear of my life.

I could face danger with serene
impunity.

I'll take it.

Why didn't I put it on? I was just
admiring it.

What about this Megazord creature?

Think we'll have any more trouble from
him?

We can count on it.

Well, then that's all the more reason
why we must keep the children here,

to the spaceship.

That'll be your job, robot. You've been
repaired and you're completely

operational again.

A -okay, Professor.

But there is still a slight fever in my
transistors from that short circuit.

Attention, Earthling.

Attention. He's broken to the force
shield. No danger. Remain calm. It is

an image projector.

Attention, Earthling.

We're receiving you, Megazord.

A clever escape, but the guard has been
punished for his carelessness.

My sympathy to the guard.

Now, what is it you want?

I have something I want to show you.

Watch closely.

Help! Help!

Somebody help me, please!

They're going to kill me!

Help!

Consider the poor soul, Earthling.

He knows the hunt is about to start.

And since you are no longer available,

I have no choice but to use him as my
new figure.

Help! Help me!

Help!

Help!

Come in, Megazord.

Come in, Megazord.

Oh, dear.

Poor Dr. Smith.

Well, I suppose we just can't leave him
there. There must be something we can

do. Yeah.

Just one thing. Oh, no, you don't.
You're not going back and give yourself

for that monster. Not for Smith or
anyone.

Oh, John, no.

Please. Smith wouldn't stand a chance
against Megatron. Your chances are also

questionable, Professor.

Not for sure.

Somebody help me, please.

All I did was borrow the suit.

I was going to return it, cross my heart
and hope to... No, no, I don't mean

that.

The protector's suit is not for you,
Earthling. It is for your leader.

But he's not coming back.

Nobody's coming back. It's hopeless.

Your leader possesses the instinct for
loyalty, another useless Earthling

defect. He will return to protect you.

You will?

I've already monitored his approach.

Thank heavens.

I'm saved.

I believe Megatron's expecting me.

Welcome, Earthling.

We've been waiting for you.

I've come to make a trade.

Use me for the hunt. Release Dr. Smith.

It was always my intention to use you.

That isn't the message you conveyed on
your image projector.

A necessary illusion to lure you back.

The earthling you left behind is totally
unsatisfactory for hunting purposes.

He shall remain in his cage.

All right.

Get on with it.

Dad, wait!

Will!

Release the earthling, child.

Dad!

You were supposed to stay with the ship.
The robot had strict orders about that.

It's not his fault, Dad.

I sneaked out.

That was a mistake, son.

A bad one.

Now you're in danger, too.

I want to stay with you, Dad.

No matter what happens.

I wish you could, son.

But we've got to get you out of here.

But please, Dad.

Are you going to argue with the skipper
of the Jupiter II?

No, sir.

Release the boy. He meant no harm.

More earthly defects of love and
concern.

If those are defects, I'm proud of them.

The earthling child shall be retained to
ensure your full cooperation.

There will be no interference.

It is almost time.

Dad. No, son.

Do as they say.

You'll be all right.

I want to go with him. You cannot go.

I can't move my feet.

Why don't you pick on somebody your own
size?

Your speech pattern is strange.

Another birthing defect.

You think we all have defects just
because we care about what happens to

other. That is essentially correct.

I can move my feet again.

Dad!

Where did you send my father?

He's being prepared for the hunt.

Why do you care so?

There's nothing wrong with caring.

Haven't you ever been close to someone?

What about your parents? You must have
felt something for them.

I was created by a synthesis incubator.

Mark III, advanced model.

That's too bad. At least I know what
it's like to know that someone worries

about what happens to me.

You don't.

I have seen your earthly love and
affection.

It is useless instinct with the Bible.

How would you know? You've never even
tried them.

I am the future ruler of Don.

I know everything that is important to
be known.

Well, if you're going to be such a great
ruler, you should try and understand

others, even your enemies.

I do understand my enemies. They all
want to kill me.

Well, maybe it's because you've never
taken the time to see their side.

Maybe they're just scared or want to be
left alone.

Well, gosh, they have feelings the same
as you.

Feelings have been eliminated in our
culture by genetic replacements.

They were very careful to screen us
before we left the incubator.

Well, then I'm sorry for you.

Defective attitude shall only be
extended to other earthlings.

Why? I was just offering you a little
sympathy.

The offer is refused.

Refused!

I am Megazord, future ruler of all sun.

Do not offer me sympathy.

It is an Earthling defect.

Refused, you understand?

Refused!

I'm sorry, Megazord.

I take it back. Every word.

You're absolutely right.

You're very young.

Perhaps we can teach you to see the
advantages of our point of view.

Come with me, Earthling child.

Indeed. I do believe that you'd look
better on me.

I'll be glad to let you put it on and
take my place.

No, no, thank you very much. Under the
circumstances, I've acquired a warm

affection for this lovely protective
cage.

Silence!

Are you ready to begin the hunt,
Earthling?

Do I have a choice?

Go. You are free.

You have five minutes before I come to
find and destroy you.

What about my son?

The Earthling child remains with me
until the hunt is concluded.

Don't worry about me, Dad. Get away
while you can.

By all means, make haste and don't
forget to bring back plenty of help.

If anything happens to them, the rules
are clear. You're wasting time. The hunt

begins now.

Time is now officially in.

Hurry, Dad. Run.

All right, sons.

Don't worry.

Another dead end.

Now, Will could have gone in any
direction.

My sensors indicate he came this way.

Now, if your sensors are so perfect, why
didn't you detect Will sneaking out of

the spaceship?

I was resting my batteries.

Well, you can tell Mrs. Robinson that
when we get back to the spaceship.

We can continue the search that way.

No.

No, I promised the professor I wouldn't
leave the ship's area under any

circumstances, and that goes for
everyone else, including you.

Mine is not to question why.

Come on.

Mine is but to do or die.

Will Robinson, where are you?

Olly olly oxen free.

Your leader runs well, Earthling. You
will make an excellent trophy.

You'll have to catch him first.

Watch closely, Earthling.

He's about to make his first mistake.

See? He's decided to go back to his own
craft and get his own defensive weapon.

He's in for a big surprise.

Notice how well our zombie protector
suit works.

That destructive effect that I put
around that space pod would surely have

killed him otherwise.

Surely you've done enough to the poor
man.

Let him go.

I do not dump him.

I merely anticipate his escape pattern.

A skillful hunter should know every
movement of his victim.

Run, Dad. Run to the ship.

The earthling does not want to endanger
his companions at the ship.

He will realize this in a moment and
turn away.

There's no hope for him.

Oh, yes, there is. You can outrun him,
Dad. I know you can.

Observe earthlings.

He's wondering whether it is safe to
hide there.

He will wildly choose not to enter.

But I will choose otherwise.

No, Dad, don't go in there. That's where
he wants you to go. Come back.

That ghoul is divine.

A non -destructive blade.

Excellent for killing when the victim's
defense are of minimum quality. You

won't get a chance to use it. Come,
earthly child.

The chase begins.

Azan's attractor is made of prionite.

Hardest element in the galaxy.

It cannot be damaged.

And as you just saw, it has other values
as well.

Notice, Earthling child, your leader's
protective suit has revealed its defect.

Soon he'll be powerless and helpless.

It is time.

We will move in for the final killing.

No, let him alone!

The rules do not... Prevent
interference.

The Earthling has finally captured them.

There is no escape.

Don't be too sure. My dad has smarted
you even smarter. Impossible, Earthling

child.

How much time remains?

Two minutes.

Now, now, hurry.

There are severe penalties for killing
out of season.

Please, Megazord, give him another
chance. It just isn't fair.

Mercy is a defect.

The rules prohibit it.

Who would know you broke the rule?

The computer would know.

What kind of a man are you to let a
machine tell you what to do? I am

future ruler of Zahn.

I have no earthly defects.

Defects.

Defects. Defects.

No!

Do not go!

Do not go!

I am the future ruler of Zahn.

I have no defects.

No defects.

No defects.

Yes, I understand.

It was unnecessary for you to destroy
Megazord, Earthling. He has failed the

test. He will be disposed of.

Zahn must find a replacement to rule.

You have earned 100 points for your
cleverness, Earthling.

Would you care to try for 500 and a
crack at the throne?

No, thanks.

I don't think I'd make a very good ruler
for your civilization.

I've got too many... too many Earthling
defects.

Very well.

Suit yourself.

Dad, what about Dr. Smith? We can't just
leave him. One thing at a time, huh?

Somebody please let me out of here.

Master Will Robinson, where are you?

Wherever you are.

Over here.

I'm here.

It's me, Dr. Smith.

Good grief, he is still locked in the
cooler.

Well, if it isn't Dr. Smith. What a
pleasant surprise.

Tear me the poisonous platitude, you
floundering flunky.

Get me out of here this instant.

But I do not have the key.

You don't need a key. Just disintegrate
the bars with your...

I do not believe it. Protection banks
indicate a speedy retreat is advisable.

Come back here, you foreign painter!

I'll teach you to paint jokes on me!

Come back!

Just you wait, you traitor!

Okay, athlete child.

Let's get back to the ship. I think your
mother has some defective and highly

over -amplified sentiments of her own to
express.

Okay.