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Well, until we can plan a new course, we'll save a lot of fuel by going into

that planet's orbit.

It's okay with me if there are no trigger -happy lookouts down there who

like orbiting strangers.

We have a spectrum on plant life, and that's it.

There's no other form of life down there. And what could be safer than a

pleasant purple meadows?

Maureen, we're going into the orbit of that planet we're approaching.

So stand by, dear.

Yes, John.

Thank you.

How's it coming?

See for yourself.

You know, I really think it was an awfully good idea, Will, to think of

birthday cake for the robot.

When I told him, he practically blew his power pack with embarrassment. But he's

okay now. He can hardly wait.

Put this in the cooling unit, will you, dear? I'm going to wash my hands.

Mmm, delicious.

I'll take some for later.

Oh, William, I was just arranging these lovely things.

William, what in the world is the matter with your eye?

Well, I was getting the robot's present down from my closet, and the door got in

the way.

It's absolutely ridiculous to have all this excitement over him.

Well, aren't you happy about the robot's birthday party, Dr. Smith?

No, I am not.

Well, what's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing.

What are you going to give him for a present?

It's a surprise.

I see.

You know, what this table lacks is real plants and ferns and stuff like that.

I can fix these knives, but it's just plastic stuff.

I'll bet there are lots of real ones down on that planet we're orbiting.

But that's not going to do us any good, is it? Well, I think I'll go wrap my

gift. Excuse me.

Dear, I must somehow re -establish friendly relations with that bubble

booby in the event I need his help.

But how shall I go about it?

Yes, I have it.

Flower.

Real flower.

I shall give him red roses for his birthday.

Birthday, indeed.

He won't be able to resist them, and he'll swear on dying loyalty to me.

What a lovely -looking planet.

Are you gentlemen going to visit it, Smith? Don't you ever listen to the

intercom.

We're plotting a new course.

Two or three hours in orbit. That's all we have in mind.

We'll lock on the Cygnus Nebula for our escape path and hold that course for one

hour. All right, got it. Full power.

You're quite right, Major, not to visit that dreadful planet.

For all we know, it's probably infested with all manner of savage beef,

poisonous serpents, predatory monsters.

On the contrary, there's nothing down there but vegetation.

Good. I mean, how nice.

We're still not visiting.

We'd exhaust too much fuel on liftoff. Oh, yes, yes, of course. I quite

understand. Well, everything's under control.

I vote we set the ship on automatic and get below for that party. All right, I

second the motion.

Escape procedure in 90 minutes.

It's quite simple. I shall go down to that planet, gather an armful of exotic

flora, and surprise the robot with a magnificent gift of aromatic blues.

He will, of course, be so grateful he'll be my slave forever.

Lovely. How lovely.

A veritable jungle paradise.

What was that?

Probably nothing.

At any rate, the theme's a little large.

I'll see what else I can find.

Mother Nature.

How glorious.

Ah, yes, it will do nicely.

Not to worry.

Probably just a creeping fowl.

Yes, I think I should have this one.

What an annoying little sheep.

Good day to you, stranger.

Good day.

Who said that?

Was it you who spoke?

I witnessed your crime.

What crime?

I committed no crime.

You murdered them.

You shouldn't have done that. Now you will pay for it. A life for a life.

Don't harm me. I haven't done anything to you.

Stay away.

Well, I don't understand.

All I did was pluck a few blossoms for the birthday of a dear friend. A dear,

dear friend.

If only he were here with me now.

Like all you denizens of the animal kingdom, you have no feelings for anyone

yourselves. Killer, that's what you are.

One of those hideous, warm -blooded killers.

No, no, I'm not. Watch it!

You almost crushed the life out of my aphidia.

There, there.

So sorry.

Forgive me. It was unintentional.

Sure, that's what they all say.

No!

Stay away, you hear? I ask you to please stay away.

Mal! What is this?

Oh, thank heaven, another human being.

Well, not precisely.

I was space wrecked here several hundred years ago, and Tybo was kind enough to

save my life with a heart transplant.

But you are human.

No, it was a lettuce heart.

A perfect wedding of two worlds.

He's Typo's best friend, aren't you, Willoughby? Do I have any choice?

I know what might happen to me if I were your enemy.

This is the enemy.

He would grind the faces of the vegetable kingdom.

Oh, that's not true. I wouldn't dream of it. But this is the opportunity we've

been waiting for. A chance for the vegetable kingdom to come into its own.

But I assure you, my dear sir, I adore vegetables. I always have.

They're so full of vitamins and minerals and all good things.

You'll be pleased to know that I eat them regularly, cooked or raw.

Did you hear that, Willoughby?

He eats vegetables. He enjoys eating vegetables.

No, no, I don't enjoy it.

A few moments ago, when you murdered those flowers, you signed your death

warrant.

But I've changed my mind.

I'm commuting yourself.

To what?

Willoughby, check his potential for a new life form.

Well, he looks all right.

But his bones are terribly brittle.

And the rest of him is a bit on the jellyfish side. He may never mature.

Leave it to me, Willoughby.

I'll find a life form to suit him.

But I like my present life form. I'm devoted to it. I've had it for many

I don't want another life form.

How about that? I guess you wear a hat all the time. Thanks a lot.

There you are, darling.

Colin, will you have some? Oh, you bet I will. Thank you, thank you. Here, are

you ready for some more? Yeah, a little bit.

Dear robot, it isn't much, but happy birthday anyway.

Thank you, Penny.

To the best of my capabilities as a robot, I will try to be happy.

Will Robinson, I appreciate the thought as much as the gift.

Honey, why don't you get the cake? All right, the cake, right away.

Hey,

where's Dr. Smith?

Dr. Smith may be angry.

We had a few words.

You can't stay angry at you on your birthday. I'll go get him.

All right, who's up?

All right, you betcha, Captain.

Dad?

Yeah? He isn't in here.

He's probably up top sulking.

Correction. Dr. Smith is not sulking up top. My sensors indicate that he took

off in the pod and landed it on the planet which we are now orbiting for

purposes of his own.

Why didn't you tell us about this before?

No one asked me. And as you are all well aware, I am not programmed to ask

questions.

All right, I want you and that pot back here right away. We leave in 30 minutes.

Adieu, adieu.

May your journey flourish.

May you reap the ripe fruits of accomplishment.

Now listen to me. You can cut out all that flowery talk and get right back

unless you want to get left behind.

Oh, the folly of those who plant the seeds of threat in the soil of

Such seeds will die, unnourished by fear.

The eloquent beauty of nature is all that I need.

Look, are you still in that pod?

Well,

I can't activate the pod's return list. I'm sure he's in it.

Well, that was the pod radio that he was talking from, wasn't it? Well, I'm not

sure. I think we'll have to take the ship down.

Look, he's been a pain in the necks since the first day out.

Complaining, lying, loafing, interfering.

And now this boarder, who we never wanted in the first place, has found

a new home. In the soil of contentment, no less. You want him back.

Are you through?

Yeah, I've said my piece.

All right, we're going down.

Normal landing procedures.

We'll go down and strap in.

The soil of contentment.

Pond should be about one mile in that direction.

Say, Will, we're going to need the machetes. Yes, sir.

I'm not sure I'm right for this mission, John. I don't think I'll sound too

sincere telling Smith how much we miss him and need him. All right, then.

Maureen and Penny can go along and do the persuading, and you and I'll be

bodyguards. Well, I don't think you put it that way.

Yeah, thanks, huh?

Uh, Judy, I'd like you, Will, and the robot to stay here at the ship.

We'll call you right away. Dr. Smith should show. Oh, he won't, Judy. No,

Boy will have to be carried back here in a pineal stretcher.

Come on.

Bye -bye.

Yes, I heard them too.

Every time I cut through a vine or a branch.

Like this.

There it is again.

John, you don't suppose.

No, please.

Please. I know. It's perfectly silly.

You were going to say that plants might feel pain when they're hurt, weren't

you? Yes.

I don't think it's so silly, Mom.

Plant life isn't so different from human life.

Maybe there's something in this atmosphere that lets us hear them when

hurt. Well, that's a fine and sensitive theory, Penny, but... This jungle's

between us and the pod. We've got to cut our way through.

Come on.

It isn't wacky at all. It's true.

Fine catch.

Four of them. I hope you're healthier than that jellyfish type.

You think you can come in here and hack away at us and get off scot -free?

For your own good, I suggest you stop.

All right, we've stopped.

Good. Now get us out of here.

It'll hold you until I'm ready for you.

This is Will.

Dad, come in. Do you read me?

If they were at the pod, they would have heard me.

It's only a mile from here, and they've been gone an hour.

Well, if Dr. Smith wasn't at the pod, and he probably wasn't, I would guess

they've gone to look for him.

No. If that were true, Dad would have called me.

Will, what are you doing?

You're going to need one of these.

I'm not sure we should leave the ship.

Judy, they could be in the same kind of mess that Dr. Smith is in.

Now, we're going to go out there and we're going to find them.

But I'll go by myself if you'd rather not. Oh, no.

I'll go with you.

All right. I'll leave a message and I'll meet you outside.

Judy and I became worried about you and we went to look for you.

Now, if you should return before we do...

This isn't jungle warfare. The robot doesn't need camouflage.

But I... Correction.

This is indeed jungle warfare.

But this is not camouflage.

Well, then what is it? It just grew, Will Robinson. I stopped to rest in the

course of my sentry duties.

And before I could say, Will Robinson, these trailing plants crept up on me,

totally incapacitating me.

That's why we haven't heard from Dad.

The same thing may have happened to them.

Well, we'd better get them off.

It is not I who am being hurt, Will Robinson.

It is these plants.

What you are hearing are their screams of pain.

You mean they have feelings?

Affirmative. It is my considered opinion that this entire planet is the domain

of the vegetable kingdom and that we are its enemies. We are at war with the

plant world.

Dr. Smith didn't sound like he was at war with the plant world.

Dr. Smith is a two -timer. He could have gone over to the enemy.

Well, the important thing right now is to get to the pod.

Sorry, plant.

All right, let's go. And we'd better not stop to rest, any of us.

Sorry.

Pardon me.

The eloquent beauty of nature is all that I am.

Can't you hear that voice?

It's coming from over there.

Go ahead, robot.

Beneath some patriarchal tree I lay upon the ground.

His ancient arms uplifted, he and all the broad leaves over me clapped

their little hands in glee with one continual howl.

Is that really you, Dr. Smith?

Well, of course, it's me.

I see you've come to join me, to delight with me in the green garments of this

forest. Why did you come down here, Dr. Smith? You knew we were only going to

orbit this planet.

The reason escapes me.

But I know now that I have found my true destiny.

I shall live here in this green -haired forest and become one with it through

all eternity.

Dr. Smith, you're talking like some kind of a nature kook. Do you know that

everyone is out looking for you? We even had to land the Jupiter on account of

you. Now we're going back to the space pod. and I hope you can remember where

you left it. I do not remember the past.

All that is valueless to me now.

Look, Robot, I want you to take Dr. Smith back to the Jupiter.

Judy and I will go on and look for Mom and Dad.

Do I have your permission to exert force, Will Robinson?

Well, a little if necessary, but be gentle with him.

He looks kind of sick.

Come on, Judy.

Sick indeed.

I'm almost in full bloom.

All right, Dr. Smith.

Let's move it.

Unhand me, you insensitive clump.

A brutish product of the mineral world.

That's what you are.

Personally, I would prefer to leave you right where you are, Dr. Smith. But I

have my orders.

Get going.

Nature kick indeed.

I abhor nature.

It always makes me sneeze.

And if you stand there much longer, Dr. Smith, worse things may happen. You will

take root.

Look.

What is this? What is this? Save me.

Save me from this dreadful jungle.

I will. However, that does not mean that my low opinion of you has changed.

I am merely obeying Will Robinson's orders.

Follow me, Dr. Smith. Hooray.

Lead on. Lead on.

If they keep up their hollering, I'm going to start feeling sorry for them.

Maybe that's what they want us to do, give up and leave.

Well, we're not going to.

Well, well, well, well.

What's going on here? What's the trouble?

Oh, I guess you can see what kind of trouble we're in.

Yes, yes.

Tybo and his vegetable kingdom are up to their old tricks again.

Tybo? All this is his, you know.

He and his kind hate the animal world.

You're telling me.

Do you think you can get us loose on these vines?

Yes, but don't tell Typo, because if he knew, he'd probably turn me into

something awful, like a red banana.

Now, all you have to do is to talk to these plants. People don't talk to the

plants enough, and they're very lonely.

Now, please, let them go. These are my friends.

Do you see?

It's simple.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, have you seen any other people around here? I mean, like me or like my

brother Will here?

Oh, brother and sister, are you?

How charming.

Oh, by the way, I'm Willoughby.

Oh, I'm Judy, and this is my brother Will. How do you do?

Do you know where the others are?

Willoughby! Here, Willoughby!

Here, boy!

My master's voice.

I'd better go, and I advise you to go, too. Because if you don't, he'll turn

into... Here, Willoughby!

Oh, excuse me.

Let's follow him. Maybe he can lead us... to Mom and Dad.

Oh, it's hot in here.

Oh, good reason.

Some kind of hot house.

Oh, Penny.

Penny, what is it, dear? What's the matter?

No, I can hardly keep my eyes open.

Just like you do. Just keep your head back there.

Whatever it is that carrot may have in store for us.

We're getting out of here now.

Get your machete, Don.

We vegetables can be violent, too, if we have to.

Now, why don't you both relax like the little one there?

You'll find it so much easier to accept your future life forms if you don't

fight it. What are you talking about? Think of yourselves as towering oaks,

maybe, lifting your branches to the sky, shedding little acorns to grow more and

more oaks like yourselves.

You both have the bill for it, you know. You're crazy!

Now, let us out of here!

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Willoughby!

Yes, sir.

Keep an eye on them, Willoughby.

I'm going to see how our brittle bone jellyfish is doing.

Now, look what's standing guard.

Oh, I'm no guard.

On the contrary, I do feel sorry for you, but I'm afraid of what Tybalt might

to me if I helped you.

Well, then just tell us one thing. Is there a way out of here?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

There's only Tybo's hydrostatic system underneath you, but I'm afraid he'd be

quite offended if you tried to get out that way.

Offended or not, that's just what we intended.

Come on, let's start digging.

Sounds like metal.

it might not be the right thing to do.

Yes, it's Kenny who might feel the pain.

It's the temperature.

Something to do with the humidity.

Don, let's check those coils.

You can heat this place. It must be able to cool it, too. But how? I don't know.

Let me see.

Here.

Let's try this one.

If we can bring the temperature down 30 degrees, we've got a chance.

Look.

Snow.

Now, we've got to work fast.

That hydrostatic system you mentioned.

It may not be a way out of here.

But if it controls Tybalt's water supply for the entire area, and we take it

over... How do we get through that metal?

We've got to try that, pal. Come on!

I didn't know we were going to end up in a place like this. I would have taken a

course in hydraulics before I left school.

You think that could be the shutoff valve?

I've learned the difference between a pressure valve and a shutoff valve.

Look at that one.

It's got a fresh break in it, so we must have come this way.

Try to climb out.

Stop.

Stop. Not another step.

I simply cannot go another step.

You must keep going, Dr. Smith. You know what will happen if you stop. Besides,

I have my orders.

Fiddly pie to your order.

have no interest to me.

My delicate back simply cannot stand this strain.

Let it happen.

Let him do what he likes with me. Let him change me into an orchid, a papaya

tree, a fragrant bougainvillea.

It's all the same to me now.

You have excellent horticultural taste, Dr. Smith, but I still have my orders.

Go away, Ninny, go away.

What I cannot compute is why you came here in the first place.

It's all your fault.

Why did I do it?

How could I know that coming down here to pluck a posy for your birthday would

end in such disaster?

A posy? For me?

Yes, for you. I did not know you cared that much, Buddy.

Now you know, Buddy.

Come on, Buddy. I will pick you up and carry you bodily as I would carry a

motherless child.

Go away. Don't touch me, you ungrateful underling.

Go and get me some help and tell them I shall require a stretcher.

If that is a direct order, that is the way it will have to be. But I cannot

leave without giving you one helpful hint.

What is that?

Keep moving, Dr. Smith.

Keep moving. Thank you, Booby, but I do not require your advice.

Very well, Dr. Smith, but do not say I did not warn you. Begone!

The advice of a tin -plated traitor.

Indeed.

What did he say? Keep moving?

Yes, keep moving.

I must keep moving. I must. I will. Keep moving.

Keep moving. I will.

What is a robot to do but obey?

Well, I'm countermanning that order.

We can't just leave him out here to become a... An orchid? A papaya? A

bougainvillea? Is what he would prefer to become.

Well, just forget it.

I order you to take him back to the ship if you have to drag him by his feet.

Especially by his feet.

His feet are his Achilles heels.

All right, let's go.

Be careful for some more of those mulch pits.

There could be thousands of them on this place.

Let me shut off the water.

trailing our beauties in mind for us.

Best I'll be able to do now is something in a much lower class, goldenrod or

mustard or something.

What we've done, Tybo, is to try to preserve what we are, not what you'd

be. Can't leave you alone for a minute. The moment my back is turned, there you

go trying to kill yourselves.

Why can't you be meek and mild like Willoughby?

Willoughby, where is he?

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.

Probably ran off to warn me.

may cause you a momentary discomfort protect your

or which I prefer.

Coming to a slow boil or split a pine into an ice cube.

Well, I'm hoping for neither. We found the right shutoff valve.

Come on.

Give me a hand.

Don't worry.

While we're gone, take care of Fanny.

Yeah.

Will, stay back.

We're imprisoned by a force field.

Imprisoned by whom?

We'll explain it later. Now, I want you to go back to the ship.

and stay there till dawn. If you haven't heard from us by then, take the ship

and get out of here.

Look, Dad, the robot's not far from here. He could crash through this

Now, that's an idea.

All right, get him.

We're at the trough. Come on.

Give me your hand.

All right, Johnny, watch out for time.

Well, it stopped circulating.

Yeah. If they don't have a backup system or a reservoir to take its place...

I got here as fast as I could, Bill Robinson, but it was already out

of my hands.

Boy, Dr. Smith, I was afraid something like this was going to happen to you.

should have kept moving around.

It's kismet, my boy.

What will be, will be.

Of course, I should have preferred to see myself as something more graceful,

perhaps. A lovely calla lily or a fragrant rose.

Howsoever, all things considered, I am quite content.

I don't see anything to be happy about in being an oversized celery stalk, Dr.

Smith. Be careful, Judy.

Slanderous attacks on the vegetable kingdom do not sit lightly on us

Oh, no.

You kindly tell this creature to stop nibbling at me. It jars me to my very

roots.

Willoughby, you're going to have to stop nibbling on Dr. Smith.

He says it jars him. I'm sorry, but I have Tybalt's permission to nibble on

rosette of all umbelliferum, just so long as I don't swallow the seeds.

But Dr.

Smith isn't a real umberla.

He's not a real celery stalk. He's an animal, just like us.

Now you're appealing to my kinship with my fellow creatures again. You know how

timid I am.

Besides, I'm hungry.

Now lay off, Willoughby. Dr. Smith doesn't have that much hair as it is.

going to look horrible when we change him back if you keep plucking at him.

Change me back?

It's out of the question. May I say that never, never have I been as happy as I

am now.

You know, there is something rather sturdy and vigorous about celery.

The good earth.

The shining sun, the pleasant companionship of one's fellow

Of course, I could do with a bit more rain, perhaps.

Dr. Smith, you're acting like a real stalk of celery.

Of course I am.

I look like celery.

I draw moisture from the soil like celery. I feel the pulsing crunch

of life.

I am a real stalk of celery.

I think perhaps I should apologize for my appearance.

A good soaking rain would freshen me up so.

Judy, you'd better stay here with Dr. Smith.

I'll take the robot and go find Mom and Dad.

Come on, robot. We've got a big job ahead of us.

Do you ken Dr.

Smith with his coat?

Chloe, do you ken Dr.

Smith at the break of day? Do you ken Dr.

Smith when he's far, far away with his beans and his peas in the morning?

I'm so happy.

Strange, I seem to be losing pressure.

Maybe I should go and talk to him first.

Now you stay here. If he gives me any trouble, you know what to do.

Affirmative, Will Robinson.

However, I suggest that you exercise the utmost caution.

Typo's transmutation powers could be extremely dangerous, especially to young

members of the animal kingdom, as well as body -like members like Dr. Smith.

I'll watch it.

My young seedling, you've come to make some sort of sentimental appeal, am I

correct?

You could call it that if you like, I guess.

I know exactly how you animals think.

All heart and sympathy for each other.

What's wrong with that? I mean, I know you're a real vegetable whiz, and it

be great to be able to change one kind of a life form into another.

Well, I'm glad one of you animals appreciates us. Go on.

But it's all wrong.

Why change Dr. Smith into a stalk of celery?

And what do you think you're going to do with my parents and Penny and Don?

Why can't you just be satisfied to be what you are and let us be what we are?

I mean, I'll admit that we eat certain vegetables sometimes.

But there are plenty of other plants that we just grow to look at and admire

because they're so beautiful.

How would you like it if someone were going to monkey around with you and turn

you into a water bug?

You've got to change Dr. Smith back. You've got to let us all go.

Impossible. Give up all my grand plans for you?

Oh, incidentally, I have a very fine plan in mind for you.

A magnificent young sapling. A willow, perhaps, or a silver birch. John.

Run, Will, run!

Don't.

Don't help you. No matter where you fall, you'll take roots.

Robot, attack!

Robinson, all this running back and forth has exhausted my mind.

Wolbert! Wolbert, help us!

All right, Typo.

I guess you win.

There was never any doubt of it.

What are we going to do?

Come with me.

I'm going down to the hydrostatic station again.

How does Tyvo do it? How does he change people into plants? How?

He's a bright one, he is.

A transplant here, a transfusion here. He's a regular plant surgeon.

You know, sometimes he lets me act as his nurse.

I carry his instruments in this pouch here. What kind of instruments?

Here, have a look.

Oh, be careful of that one.

That is a sharp one.

What does he do with this?

Shots.

Lethal shots.

Sometimes he has to put a thick... Plant out of its misery.

You know how it is.

Isn't there something he does sometimes that, well, changes things back to what

they were?

Oh, yes. He often does that when the new plant life doesn't work out.

Perhaps there's something like that we could do for Dr. Smith.

Do? Get him back to what he was.

Oh, but he's such a healthy -looking stalk of celery.

Oh, he'd rather be what he was, will he, not what he is.

No, I would not.

Let us not interfere with Tybo's magnificent handiwork.

A celery is as a celery does.

Oh, he doesn't know what he's saying.

Please, Willoughby, help me change him back to his former self.

Oh, Tybo won't like that. Neither will I.

Oh, please, Willoughby.

Please help me. After all, you are one of us.

Well, I suppose his celery oils could be dried up. Oh, dear.

I shall wither away.

Well, only the vegetable part will wither. We might be able to preserve the

animal part.

Here.

One drop of this will do it.

Supposing we can't preserve the animal part?

Well, Tybalt will probably make a study of his remains to find out what went

wrong.

Then I guess it's up to Dr. Smith to make the choice.

I already have.

I stay as I am.

And don't you dare try any of your murderous animal experiments on me.

Oh, you look fine now, Dr. Smith.

Colorful and crunchy and all that.

But what do you do when the bad weather comes?

Gales, storms, floods.

Why, you could be washed away.

Or there could be a long drought and you just dry up. You just go to seed and

blow away.

Oh, dear.

Perhaps I'd better have a drop of that stuff after all.

Just one drop on the top of the head. That does it best. Now, this won't hurt

very much. Just turn your head.

All right, Dr. Smith.

Here we go.

There.

Will, you must keep moving.

You'll take root if you don't.

It won't do him any good. He'll have to stop eventually.

You've got to keep going, Will. You've got to keep going.

I seem to be losing steam.

Are you playing one of your mechanical tricks on me?

I have not the strength, but I wish I had.

Look at the dial.

I think John's done it.

We'll cut the star with it and join us.

Divo?

You must be getting awfully tired of playing this game with us.

Tired? I've barely started.

You'll make a powerful -looking teakwood tree.

Where's the other animal?

Tell me something, Divo.

Why do you want to turn me into a teakwood tree? It would be one of my

achievements. You're forgetting something, aren't you?

You're forgetting human resistance.

And you can't stop that unless you kill us. If you kill us, then you can't

change us, can you? You mean you'd rather die than be a tree?

Like they say,

you've seen one tree, you've seen them all.

I thought I could do this with the minimum of trouble, but I see now a

transmutation is necessary.

Must have more thieves.

Boyshop! Water! I must have water!

Water!

Water!

It's working.

John! It worked!

Get tight!

Come on, stop.

Force field's broken.

All right, take the children back to the ship. Prepare for liftoff.

Water. Water.

Moisture. Moisture. I need moisture.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

We better stay with him or we'll miss the transformation.

Moisture.

The human instinct, not to let anything or anyone die of thirst.

Tybo!

Dad, are you all right? Yes, I'm all right.

Help your mother get back to the ship.

She's got the children.

Poor Tybo.

He didn't know how to live and let live.

I'll have to nurse him back to health, I suppose.

I was thinking that perhaps you'd like to come with us.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Thank you for the offer, but I'll have to take care of

All right. It must have been a dreadful agony for him to realize that you died

of dehydration.

Died my foot, I happen to be alive.

For Tybo, you are dead.

Buddy boy.

What do you want?

I need a little help until my power systems regenerate themselves.

You would not turn me down, would you, old buddy?

Don't old buddy me, you old...