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So this is Sildavia.

Great. But where's Calculus?

I don't see him anywhere.

You'd think he'd at least meet us after insisting we catch the next available

flight. So that is Pimpin and Haddish.

Yes, sir. Our source says Mammoth sent an urgent telegram requesting they come.

Find out why he wants them.

Our source is working on it, sir.

Good.

Hmm. Mm -hmm.

Proceed.

You are Captain Haddock and Tintin?

Yes.

Professor Calculus sent me to meet you.

He didn't come himself?

No, he was not able to come.

Let's go, then.

There they go.

The Zippo has picked them up already.

Don't worry, Chief. We keep good tabs on them.

What a welcome!

By thunder, old calculus really does things in style.

Yes, I guess so.

Why do you keep turning around like that?

That car bothers me. It's been following us ever since we left the airport.

Bah, somebody driving into cloud.

Just like us.

Maybe. Ah, look, we're almost there.

Hey, where are you going? This isn't the way to cloud.

I take you to your friend, Professor Calculus.

But he is no longer a clown. He has moved.

Why didn't Calculus tell us?

Something doesn't seem right here.

We've been on the road for two hours and that car is still tailing us.

Your papers appear to be in order.

Proceed.

I really have to wonder what old Cuthbert has gotten himself into.

Well, I wonder what he's getting us into. And it looks like we're about to

out.

Thundering typhoons. We're in some kind of fortress or something.

Captain, look.

Welcome, gentlemen.

I'm glad you've arrived safely.

And not a moment too soon.

Oh, blistering barnacles.

Let me introduce myself.

Frank Wolfe, assistant to Professor Calculus.

Hi, I'm Tintin. I'm Haddock. And who the blazes are those two gangsters who

tailed us all the way from the airport?

Why, they're not gangsters, Captain.

They're Zipo men.

What's a Zipo?

Zipo.

Zildavian secret police.

They're here to protect you.

To protect us?

Just follow me. Professor Calculus is expecting you. He'll explain everything.

This is all useless.

Yes. For all our efforts, we have not made much progress.

But if he has brought in his friends, then phase one must be about to start.

Should we start our operation?

Immediately.

Here we are.

I'm so sorry, I completely forgot my helmet.

It's a new plexiglass model. We were testing it for strength.

Blistering barnacles, it packs quite a wallop. A plexiglass helmet? What for?

No, no, no, not glass.

Plexiglass. Glass would be too fragile.

Yes, of course. But what is the helmet for?

One moment, please.

I beg your pardon?

Ah, I see you're using an ear trumpet. But why don't you wear one of those

little hearing aids?

No need, no need. Those are for deaf people. I'm only a little hard of

A little hard of hearing?

Professor, can you tell us what this is all about?

Didn't Wolf explain?

Well, follow me and we'll talk in my office.

And there, Captain, you see just a part of the Broge Atomic Research Center

facility.

Impressive. What's it all for?

I'll explain, Captain.

Please sit down.

You see, the Hildavian government invited me to set up their astronautical

section. Of course, I was absolutely delighted.

My engineer, Wolf, is helping me to perfect a nuclear -propelled rocket

A rocket?

What for?

To travel to the moon, of course.

That's a good one. Old calculus on the moon.

Are you planning to take any passengers along?

Of course. Why do you think I asked you to join me?

What? What are you talking about? Me?

On the moon? Your brain must have gone radioactive.

Blistering particles.

You can't possibly be serious.

You'll never get me to set foot in your infernal rocket.

Never! Oh, thank you, Captain. I knew I could count on you. Ah, gentlemen.

May I come in? Ah, Mr.

Baxter. May I introduce Captain Haddock? The captain is most enthusiastic.

He's delighted at the prospect of traveling to the moon.

Mr. Baxter is the director of the center.

Professor Calculus told me you were an exceptional man, and I can see he wasn't

exaggerating. But I, uh, I... I congratulate you too, young man.

Uh, thanks.

If you're interested, I'll arrange a tour of the facilities for you.

Sure.

And now, gentlemen, I'm proud to show you our moon project.

There it is, the XFL -R6 nuclear -propelled rocket.

Don't tell me you intend to send us to the moon in that.

No, Captain, it's only a model.

Oh. The XFL -R6 is about to make a radio -controlled reconnaissance flight

around the moon.

It'll take photographs and provide valuable information for our own flight

the moon.

Red alert. Red alert.

Unidentified aircraft entering security area from due south.

Ground control to unidentified aircraft. You are violating a security area. If

you proceed, you will be fired upon.

There. They've spotted us. We must play for time.

Aircraft SFLR message received.

Lost our course. Please advise position.

Sounds like the plane's in trouble, sir.

Wait, it's a trip.

Looks like it's dropped two parachutes.

Anti -aircraft guns open fire.

What's going on?

Wait, Nate, that felt like it hit the next room.

Professor! Who is it? Did someone knock?

Professor!

Gentlemen, last night an unidentified plane succeeded in evading our anti

-aircraft guns.

They dropped two men into the security area by parachute.

We're doing everything we can to find these men, but at this moment they're

still at large. We have tightened security, but everyone must be specially

careful. This daring raid proves that these people will stop at nothing.

Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all. I will keep you informed.

I'm so sorry. A bit of plaster from last night.

Don't mention it, Professor.

I, uh... I protest.

To be precise, this is an outrage.

Thompson and Thompson?

We've captured the two parachuters, sir.

They were picked up in the middle of the restricted area.

Probably Greek revolutionaries.

Greek? But we asked for Sildavian costumes.

Why did you parachute into our security area?

Parachute? Where?

Who? Us?

Mr. Baxter, there must be some mistake. I know these men. They're detectives

Thompson and Thompson.

Then you must be the ones that Interpol was sending to beef up our security.

That's us.

Oh, please excuse us for this error, gentlemen.

Certainly. Errors are our business.

Mr. Baxter, could I take a little hike through the mountains around the center?

I'd like to stretch my legs.

Of course.

But take care, those two spies are still on the loose.

Captain, could you get a hold of a couple of two -way radios? I have a

Ah, perfect.

An unobstructed view of the center.

Now to work.

Let's see.

According to these plans, there should be a ventilation shaft around here. It

might be large enough for someone to get into.

Security might not think it's a risk, but I'm not so sure.

Bingo! There it is!

Okay, Snowy, let's see just how accessible that shaft is.

We

made

it, Snowy.

And if we can get up here, then so can the parachutists.

Captain, Captain, do you hear me?

Loud and clear, Tintin.

I'm at ventilation shaft number three. It's located in sector J above corridor

seven. My suspicion was right. I could get to it easily.

You'd better put our plan into motion.

Aye, aye, Tintin. You can count on me.

I hear something, Snowy.

Are you there?

Yes. Here are the documents.

Good. Well done.

Hands up! Don't turn around!

Well done.

Blistering barnacles. Tin -tin.

Hey, Watson's blue blazes. Ow.

Captain, is he all right?

Oh.

He's coming around.

Listen, that howling, it's snowy.

Something's happened to Tin -tin.

What's going on? It's Tin -tin. He's in some kind of trouble. He's outside by

ventilation shaft number three trying to catch the intruder. Great Scott.

Hurry. He needs help.

Security, this is Baxter. Code 5 alert.

Send the helicopter out to ventilation shaft number 3. Look for Tintin and the

intruders. Hurry!

The helicopter spotted the intruders.

Dispatch a squad of men to bring them in. Continue search for Tintin.

The doctors say you're going to be fine, Tintin.

And you'll be glad to hear that we caught two men outside the shaft, thanks

you. But the intruders had an accomplice inside the shaft.

He said something about documents.

And he must be the one that bopped me on the head, the rat. If I could get my

hands on him, I'd... I, uh, excuse me, Mr. Baxter.

I'm afraid I got a little carried away.

Well, we'll double -check everyone's whereabouts last night. If there's an

inside man, we'll find him.

Now get some rest.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night. Good night, sir.

This is all very strange. If we didn't hit the captain on the head, who did?

An inside accomplice?

Look, that door's open.

But all doors are supposed to be closed at night. You stay here.

I'm going to investigate.

Right -o.

What's the matter?

I saw a skeleton behind this panel.

A skeleton?

That's a good one. You must be dreaming.

I'm not dreaming. I saw a skeleton, I tell you. Come along, then. We'll see

about this silly skeleton of yours.

You see?

Nothing.

That's funny. I could have sworn I saw it.

Shh. He mustn't make a sound.

He must be around here somewhere.

Well, Professor?

Everything is ready, Mr. Baxter. The technicians have almost completed the

fueling pump.

Mr. Baxter?

Yes? Look who's here.

Tintin, how are you? I'm fine, thank you.

Look, Tintin's better.

Well, now that everyone's here, we can all go to the control room.

All staff, evacuate the assembly room.

This is it.

The rocket's movements will be monitored from this panel.

Tell me, Professor, have you considered the device I suggested the other day?

Device? Ah, yes, it's ready. I put it together last night.

Control station calling Observatory Tower.

Are you standing by?

Standing by, sir. Everyone is in position.

Radar here. We're ready and standing by. This is the control panel with all the

piloting devices to guide the rocket through space.

Gentlemen, in a few minutes, the XFL -R6 will take off.

I suggest we leave the honor of the launch command to our youngest

Tintin. Bravo!

Observatory tower calling control station.

Prepare to blast off.

Three minutes to go. Take your positions.

Ten seconds to go.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five.

Lucky to the moon.

To the moon.

Do you realize what those three little words mean?

To the moon.

My goodness, I'm terribly sorry.

Lucky you weren't smoking your pipe, eh?

Observatory tower to control station. Control room, prepare to engage nuclear

motor in 30 seconds.

Stand by, Din Din.

Ten seconds.

Five seconds.

Four.

Observatory to control room. Nuclear rocket has taken over and rocket is on

course.

How's radar working?

Perfectly, observatory.

All is going well.

For the time being, gentlemen.

Control room, stand by for course correction.

0086. A trifling correction.

Nothing to worry about.

0086.

Attention. Stand by to cut nuclear motor.

Ten seconds.

Nine. Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five.

Four. Three.

Two. One.

Zero.

The rocket is about to disappear from our field of vision.

That's it.

It's out of radar range.

Ah, we can all relax for a few minutes. With the nuclear motor cut out, the

moon's gravitational pull will draw the XFLR -6 into orbit. It will pass behind

the moon, and when it reappears on the other side, we will resume radio

Okay, their rocket is behind the moon.

When it reappears, we take over.

The rocket is back on radar.

Stand by to restart the nuclear engine.

Will you let me do it this time?

By all means.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,

zero. Correct course now.

Zero, zero, nine, eight.

Correction applied.

Another correction, control room. Three, two, seven, six.

Correction applied.

Negative. Correction didn't respond.

The rocket is veering off course.

Something wrong, Wolf?

I don't understand it. Correction 7 -8 -5 -2. Adjust it.

I am adjusting it.

Flistering vertical of a rocket?

I don't understand.

The rocket doesn't respond to our orders at all.

I get it.

Tintin was right. What a good thing I listened to him.

There. Now that we've got control of the rocket, we'll steer it to our pickup

point. Nice work.

Professor, what are you doing?

I'm fine, Mr. Baxter, but I'm sorry to say I must destroy the XFL -R6.

Surely you can't mean that. It's obvious that control of the rocket has been

taken over by a stronger radio signal than ours.

Tintin warned me this might happen. I will not let my rocket fall into enemy

hands. But maybe we can still... Observatory to Control.

Rocket is now 800 miles off course and completely out of range of our radar

control signal.

Observatory, has the rocket exploded?

Exploded? On the contrary, it's getting further and further away.

Tragedy.

Tragedy. All is lost.

It's terrifying.

Pull yourself together, Cuthbert.

Our discovery's all lost. A tragedy.

Hmm.

Ah, I see what it is. Two loose wires.

No trouble to mend at all.

This time I think it will work.

Go!

Observatory to Control Station.

The XFL -R6 has exploded.

Nothing more to observe.

Blast! They had it all planned. They preferred to destroy their rocket rather

than let us get hold of it.

Well, I was worried that the insider might have gotten enough information out

allow them to take over the rocket. The professor agreed and rigged the

detonating device.

Well, it certainly turned out to be an excellent precaution.

Alas, yes.

And now all our hopes have been destroyed. Years of research gone in one

second. No, Professor.

All is not lost. On the contrary.

Didn't your nuclear engine work perfectly?

Didn't your rocket reach the moon and circle it?

Tintin's right.

The trial run was altogether conclusive.

Don't despair.

Tomorrow we'll start work on the real rocket. The one that'll take you to the

moon.

Yes!

To the moon!

Hooray!

To the moon!

Glad you could come, Colonel Jorgen. You must get hold of the rocket plans.

I understand Tintin is involved with the space program.

I have waited a long time for my revenge.

It will be my pleasure.

There is a complication.

The launch date has been changed to Wednesday.

That gives you only two days.

Two days is perfect for what I have in mind.

What test have I got to do in this thing?

This is the last one, Captain.

And about time.

I feel like a goldfish in this bowl. And this monkey suit weighs a ton.

The space suit won't seem so heavy on the moon, Captain.

Everything is six times lighter than on the Earth.

Oh, yes? Glad to hear it. Okay, we're ready to start the test.

Can you hear me, Captain?

Loud and clear, Professor.

Good. If there are any problems, just yell stop.

We'll start by creating a vacuum.

You're now in a total vacuum, Captain.

Do you feel all right?

Fine, thanks. And you?

Good. Now we're going to lower the temperature.

Adjust your heating apparatus.

Right.

Temperature stable at minus 50 degrees Celsius.

Still all right?

I'm fine.

Good. Try moving around a little.

Move around in this contraption?

Confounded rat!

Good, Captain. Very good. Keep it up.

Okay, that'll do. You can stop now.

Hello, Captain. You can stop now.

Captain, something's wrong, Wolf. Get the pressure up fast. I'm going in

All right.

Not yet.

Temperature is much too low.

You'll freeze.

Hurry!

Go!

Captain!

Keep still. I'll take off your helmet.

Hurry!

Good gracious, those are the mice we used for the first test.

We must have forgotten to take them out of the spacesuit.

Why didn't you shout?

I did shout by thunder, but you didn't answer. No wonder. Your radio got

disconnected. Well, it'll be fun if that happens on the moon.

Hey!

Now we know that the suit is absolutely resistant to vacuum and low

temperatures. Help!

It's Thompson and Thompson.

What's wrong, detectives?

Rooms alive with mice.

Now, what's happened to that pair of Ostrogoths?

Careful, your antenna.

Thundering typhoons.

My poor friend, didn't you realize the antenna would never go through the

Realize.

Realize. I realize I've had enough of being a guinea pig. I've had enough. Do

you understand?

I'm going home. And you can go on acting the goat here as long as you like.

What? I'm acting the goat?

The goat?

This? This?

You have no right to say such a thing.

You? You?

You?

Follow me. I'll show you just how I act the goat. Come along.

Ooh, I'm acting the goat.

Look, I didn't mean... Acting the goat, indeed.

Cuthbert, listen to me. I was feeling upset, you see, just then.

But it's all over now.

Blistering barnacles. Try to give me the slip.

Cuthbert, listen.

Excuse me, Professor, but your friend can't wear that past this point. He's

right. I ought to... Be gone, you worms!

Out of my sight!

I'm acting the goat!

Security chief speaking.

Professor Calculus, making a scene.

He's acting the what?

The laboratories, the atomic pile, team of experts working day and night. That's

all acting the goat, eh?

Slaving for two months nonstop, working myself to the bone.

No, no, Professor.

What's all this about?

I hear someone's acting the goat.

Captain,

come here immediately.

Yes, Cuthbert. Keep calm.

entrance and close the doors.

Make way for the goat.

Look out.

Professor, what are you doing?

Cousin, stop.

You're going to kill us.

Stop, Cousin.

Professor.

We're alive.

I can't believe it. We're arriving like an expert.

Well, I'm doing very well for a goat, aren't I?

One of these days, I'll have to cry for a license.

Well, look what the goat created.

Wow!

You think this contraption will take you to the moon?

Take us to the moon, you mean? Come on.

Poor Calculus. He must have a screw loose if he thinks this thing will ever

off the ground.

You might just as well play a penny whistle in front of the Eiffel Tower and

expect it to dance a samba.

In you go.

You're sure it won't take off without warning?

Hurry up.

First of all, the control cabin with all the main flight navigation instruments.

In the center is the periscope with its projection screen, and there is the

laboratory still in the process of construction.

Amazing.

Astonishing. Captain, be careful.

Behind you!

You could have broken your neck.

This is the hatch to the deck below.

Now hurry up. Follow me.

We are now in the living quarters, and there are the bunks we lie on for

and landing.

Now... Stairs above, Captain! Try to watch your step!

There's another hatch behind you, huh?

Now we'll go down to the next deck, and this time, Captain, take care. There's

another hatch at the foot of the ladder.

Through that door is a large storage compartment, and this is a system of air

locks making it possible to leave and re -enter the rocket when we are in space.

Now, do you have any questions for the goat?

Uh, well... Attention, please.

Professor Calculus, report to the center immediately.

Right. I'll go.

You can stay here and have a look around.

I'll come straight back and... Are you all right?

Nothing broken, I hope.

Blistering barnacles say something, Cuthbert.

Here are your glasses.

Lucky you're still in one piece.

Who are you?

Amnesia? Yes.

It's not too bad, is it, gentlemen? You can get his memory back, can't you?

We'll do everything in our power, of course.

A violent shock could bring him out of it.

Yeah, but it's going to take time.

Time? We don't have any time.

Professor Calculus is the only one who knows the secret of the nuclear engines.

Without him, the space program is dead.

Without Calculus, we don't get to the moon.

Charge!

Tuesday!

Nothing. Not a flicker. Nothing at all.

A violent shock, perhaps.

A pretty picture of our little cospert.

Watch the birdie.

Nothing. Not a twitch.

Blistering barnacles.

This time, my dear professor, you'll be cured or you'll be dead.

This is the end.

Calculus. Captain?

Tintin, I think we've done it. I'm sure he's reacting.

I'm afraid he's just the same. The captain's been trying all morning to

out of it.

Look out for squalls this time.

Captain? He needs a shock, does he?

Captain, please be careful.

I'm afraid there's no change at all, Mr. Baxter. The captain's exhausted.

Professor Calculus may never recover.

This is terrible. An absolute disaster.

I am a ghost.

Shaking your shoes.

I have come for your blue blistering barnacles, whatever possessed me to

up in this blasted bed sheet.

And he just sits there, not even looking at me.

You couldn't be frightened, could you? You moth -eaten marmot. I suppose you

think I enjoy acting the goat?

You can have your silly amnesia. I quit.

Goat! You dare call me a goat? This is too much. You're not getting away with

that. An apology.

He's cured! I demand an apology.

Captain, thanks to you, Professor Calculus has recovered.

We are so grateful.

It was nothing, really.

Nothing? Without your help, the journey to the moon never would have happened.

Thundering typhoons! I'd forgotten that.

My dear captain, they've explained everything to me. Thank you from the

of my heart. Calculus.

Sir, here's a signal from K -23.

Ha -ha.

The whale restored the mammal's memory.

Operation Ulysses is back on schedule.

Get me the colonel.

Well, gentlemen, is everything on schedule for blast -off tomorrow?

Yes, Mr. Baxter.

Except for Snowy's space suit, which requires a few alterations.

It's just being finished now, I believe.

Here, Snowy.

Well, his radio works perfectly.

What about the supplies, Wolf?

Almost ready, sir. I'm just waiting for a special delivery.

Well, Colonel Jorkin, are you ready for your mission? Absolutely. I have

everything under control. In exactly three hours, there will be a very

delivery to the moon rocket.

Excellent. Then if everything is ready, we will proceed with a scheduled launch

at precisely 1 .43 tomorrow morning.

Just think of it. Soon men will be walking on the moon.

Extraordinary. And we have you to thank for that, Professor.

No. You know, Mr. Baxter, you must thank everyone who has dedicated themselves

to this project.

Do you notice anything different about Caspert? It's been a real team effort.

Without your inspired genius, there would be no rocket.

Well, thank you for saying so, but it takes much more than inspiration to

a rocket.

Well, doesn't something strike you as strange?

No, not at first glance.

Can't you see his hearing is as good as yours or mine?

You're right, Captain.

For the moon journey, I need to hear the radio signals perfectly, and you know

that I'm a little hard of hearing. So I decided to procure this little

apparatus. What did I tell you?

I'm a fellow who keeps his eyes open, I am.

Billions of blistering blue barnacles!

Well, snowy old boy, we've done a lot of traveling together, but never anything

as exciting as that.

You don't look very happy, Captain. Why should I look happy? If that honky -tonk

calculus machine doesn't blow up at the start, we'll find ourselves roaming

around in space and never come back.

You can hoot with laughter about that if you like.

Look, Captain.

Quite a sight, isn't it? Yeah, very pretty.

And to think that without me, Calculus would never have gotten his memory back.

I'll never forgive myself.

Well, Captain, the time has come for us to part.

You know, it seems appropriate that a sailor should be making such an historic

voyage. Well, a piccolo player wouldn't have made any difference.

Farewell, my young friend.

What an opportunity this is for you. I wish I could go along. Why don't you?

be happy to let you take my place.

Thank you, Captain.

But my part in this adventure takes place on the ground.

Goodbye, Wolf, and good luck.

I'm counting on you to stand by the professor.

Don't worry, Mr. Baxter.

As for you, my dear professor, it is your skill on which the success of our

mission depends.

Thank you, Mr. Baxter.

We will get to the moon or perish in the attempt.

There's no turning back now.

We will probably lose consciousness during the initial phase of

but there is no cause for concern. The rocket will be controlled automatically.

When we regain consciousness, we'll take over ourselves.

Now, every man to his post for final equipment check.

Tin Tin, you establish radio contact.

Right.

Moon rocket calling Earth. Can you hear me?

till blast -off.

One minute to go.

Blistering barnacles.

Supposing I made a mistake in my calculations.

Well, this is it.

What's that thumping sound?

Platform's free.

Oh, it's just my own heart beating.

Blast -off in 30 seconds.

Snowy, come here and lie down, boy.

Snowy! 15 seconds.

Snowy, Snowy, lie down.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two,

one.

is going as calculated.

Right. Earth calling moon rocket. Are you receiving me?

Earth calling moon rocket. Do you hear me?

Earth calling moon rocket.

Well? Ah, Mr. Baxter, we've been calling them repeatedly. There's been no

response. Keep trying.

per second.

Everything seems in order.

Earth calling Moon Rocket.

Calling Moon Rocket.

Calling Moon Rocket. It won't do us any good if they're all dead.

Come in, Moon Rocket. Come in.

Snowy. Don't tell me the dog is the only one left.

Calling Moon Rocket.

Moon Rocket.

Moon Rocket, come in.

I'm going to check the others. I'll call you back.

Hooray!

Is everybody all right?

Oh.

Professor? I'm fine.

Are you all right, Captain?

I'm fine, thanks.

Well, gentlemen, we're on our way.

Come on. You don't expect us to believe we're actually on our way to the moon.

I know it's unbelievable, but it's true.

Balderdash, don't start acting that.

I mean, you're trying to pull my leg again.

You don't believe me? Well, come up here.

You'll see for yourself.

Just look into this stroboscopic periscope.

Thundering typhoons.

Well? It's... it's incredible.

It's... it's amazing.

It's wonderful. We're now about 6 ,000 miles away from our good old Earth.

And soon we'll be walking on the moon.