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Excellent, excellent.

Our deflection calculations worked perfectly.

Yes, sir.

Their missile landed intact.

You have your bearings on the crashpoint?

Yes, sir. We have it plotted exactly.

Set your course and proceed at full speed!

Could we run that videotape again, professor?

Of course, Dr. Quest.

This is the point at which our missile began to veer.

At the same time, the destruction mechanism

failed to activate.

We lost sight of it completely.

No matter how many times I run the tape.

- I still don't understand it. - Neither do I.

But I'll take a guess.

It's got to be either a malfunction, tampering

or an outside force taking over the controls of our missile.

Let's hope we learn the answers after I reach the crashpoint.

Dr. Quest, there could be others trying

to reach our missile before you.

That possibility has already occurred to me, professor.

I'll try to be careful.

We'll give air cover when you put to sea.

Thanks, I'll feel a lot better if you do.

The North Pole? Wow!

Not quite all the way to the North Pole, Jonny.

Near enough. I bet it'll be cold, too.

That's our Bandit.

Always thinking ahead.

(Had! 0 Your both am too sharp, little one.

Well, if there was tampering..

It would explain the failure of the destruction mechanism.

Which could mean only one thing!

Whoever they are, they want that missile intact.

- Sir? - Yes?

Last bearing puts us due east of target.

Good. What is E.T.A.?

- 0500, sir. - Look here.

This is our position, and here is the missile.

We will attempt a surface breakthrough... here.

Scramble! I-F-2 and I-F-3. Scramble, scramble!

I-F-2 to combat control.

What course to bogey? Over!

Combat control to I-F-2.

No bogey. Fly top cover for Quest Arctica Expedition. Over.

Wilco! I-F-2 out!

Oh, there's nothing to it, Bandit, old boy.

Just keep your feet together and shush.

I think the word is schuss, Jonny.

Oh, shush, schluss! All you got to do is slide. Ready?

Me, I am ready, but you better ask Bandit.

Oh, he's always ready for some fun.

Alley-cop!

Catch him, Hadji.

He is too fast.

Oh, no!

He's going below deck.

Is, uh, this your dog?

Sorry, captain.

Oh, come on, Bandit. Please say you forgive us.

Bandit. I do trick, look.

What is this in your ear?

Sim-sim-salabim. A dog biscuit.

Good work, Hadji. Looks like we're forgiven.

- Capt-In. Message from base. - Yes.

We plan to intercept and destroy the Quest ship.

Good, continue on course!

Look, Jonny. Whale.

How'd you like to have that little one home in a fishbowl?

Yes, king-sized fishbowl.

King-sized is right!

That little one doesn't weigh more than, oh, four-five ton.

- That much. Race? - Yup.

Mother will run from 50-80 tons herself.

I guess, I'll stick to you, Bandit.

Hey, hey.

Better get your gear together, boys.

Are we that close to the missile, dad?

As close as the ice breaker can bring us, son.

We transfer to our snow goose first thing in the morning.

So, that is a snow goose?

Right, specifically designed and built for Artic use.

Hey, Hadj, look over there, someone goofed.

They brought the airplane, but they forgot the wings.

It's not an airplane, Jonny. It's a snow skimmer.

We'll use it for fast trips back to the ship.

It'll do over a 100 miles an hour.

That means we don't get to use a dog-sled?

Not this trip, son.

Aw, too bad, Bandit. We were gonna put you to work.

Come on, boy.

Mush, mush, Bandit, mush!

I used the right word with him. He acts just like a bowl of mush.

I-F-2 to combat control. We are orbiting the Quest ship!

Combat control to I-F-2. Your message received and understood.

Hold it. Radar just picked up a bogey.

He's at 90,000. Investigate.

Wilco! I-F-2 out!

L-F-3 to I-F-2

I see him!

Bogey at 11 o'clock! No markings.

Hey, he just let go an air-to-ground missile!

Let's get that missile first. Then the bogey.

Roget.

Right on target!

Now for the bogey.

Do you see him, L-F-3?

Yeah, he's at 3 o'clock low.

Boy, look at him go.

Let him go. We'll resume orbit.

Radio message from base, sir.

Orders are, "Stop Quest."

You are to use all possible means to delay him."

Prepare torpedo attack!

There it is. Bearing mark.

Bearing 0-6-5.

Forward torpedo room ready.

Fire one.

Torpedo away.

On target. No, no.

A hit, sir?

Yes, a hit on an iceberg.

Dive! We will try later.

What do you suppose that explosion was from, doctor?

Could have been from an old mine, left over from the war.

But then again

I want armed lookouts posted fore and aft, Race!

Right, doctor.

Tomorrow Is our big day.

I know. I'm anxious to get this job over with.

- Are the guards posted? - Yes, sir.

It's pretty spooky out there tonight.

Get the raft in the water.

- Quietly. - Yes, sir.

Ready, sir.

- You know your omen. - Ya. Sh.

- To eliminate Dr. Quest. - Correct.

But as quietly as possible.

If the ship is aroused we cannot wait for you.

- Understood? - Yes, sir.

I understand.

After we unload in the morning, I want the group

to stay close together.

Good idea, doctor. I'II double check the supplies.

And while you're at it, look in on the boys, will you, Race?

- Anything else? - No, I..

Guards, port side, quick.

- Guard, who was it? - I don't know, sir.

It's too dark to see.

Look at this, Race.

Whoever it was, has a very deadly calling card.

- Keep a sharp lookout, guard. - Yes, sir.

Wonder what Bandit's doing out on deck?

Here, boy, Bandit.

Come here, boy. Here boy, here.

Good boy, Bandit.

Hey, what have you got there?

Hold it. Hold it.

Holy mackerel! You got a live one!

But our man on the raft?

We can delay no longer.

We are at missile position, sir.

Stand by to surface.

Break out the ice gear.

Landing party, stand by to go ashore.

Okay, doctor. Roll it, we'll be following you.

Thanks, commander.

Okay, Race, let's shove off.

Last lap, Race.

Well, let's hope that destruction mechanism

hasn't decided to turn itself on.

Hey. Look up ahead. Dad. A walrus!

I can't go around him.

Try giving him a nudge, Race.

Okay.

What do we do now, dad?

Well, I'm open to suggestions. Race?

I take it you don't wanna shoot it.

Oh, I'd rather not.

It is big.

How about Bandit chasing him away?

He was just fooling, boy.

How about trying the bull-horn, doctor?

Good idea, Race.

Can I use it, dad?

- Fine with me. - Go easy on the ear drums.

Okay, here goes.

Get off the road, you road hog!

It worked. He took off.

My ears, they're still ringing.

Hard to decide which is worse, the illness or the cure!

We're in luck. The missile's still in one piece.

There's only one way to work on that missile, Doctor.

A catwalk.

I think you're right, commander.

Now, we'll start in about here, and run it right up

to the missile hatch.

The missile is so much bigger when you get close up.

Almost half of it is under ice.

(Jonnfl What's the matter, boy?

Hey, look, in the water, a whale.

Not just a whale. That's a killer whale. Come on, Jonny.

I'll show how to run the snow skimmer, while we're waiting.

Hey, swell! Then I'll teach, Hadji.

Stand behind the snow cart for a minute, Jenny.

I'll show you how to stop this thing fast.

That's enough brakes to stop anything.

Okay, climb aboard.

- Ready? - Let her go.

- Wow! - How do you llko It. Jenny?

Boy, nothing can catch this baby.

Hang on, I'm hitting the brakes.

Okay, Jenny, you take it back.

Let's go.

Yippee!

Hey, hold it down.

A fine job, commander. Many thanks.

We'll maintain air patrol, doctor.

- Good. - Alrlght. Lot's mow out. Man.

I'm gonna take a look inside the missile now, Race.

Good, good.

Wait until they are inside.

Then take them.

Well, that answers that!

- What, doctor? - Take a look.

The destruction activator has been cut through.

So, that's how they downed the missile intact.

Then they could pick up your newest directional system.

That's precisely why we are here.

Oh, the villain.

Hardly villains.

Merely interested neutral observers.

Who do a little equipment snatching on the side.

That is our purpose. Lock them up.

And transfer the directional system to the submarine.

This will hold them.

So, they came in a submarine, no wonder they weren't spotted.

Our orders were to pick up the two boys also.

The boys would be with the dog.

Hey, wait, Bandit. No, boy.

Little bars or. Not ibr you to play with.

You'll never learn, will you, boy?

Jonny, look.

Oh, boy, a baby seal.

Let's see if we can catch him.

I gotcha.

Don't get upset, I'm not gonna hurt ya.

Whoop! Hey let me down. Let me down.

Hey, hey.

That looks like fun.

Get me out of here. Come on. Get me out of here.

You will never learn, will you, Jonny?

Hey, Hadji's my friend, what do you think you're doin'..

Quiet, come with us.

It'll be better for that animal if you keep it quiet, too.

You can't blame him, he knows a couple of skunks

when he smells them.

- Hey, Jonny that's one of our... - One of yours, am I right?

Then wave. Go on, wave at the plane.

Now, you.

So, I'm waving. I'm waving.

Harder and wave as if you were glad to see the plane.

That's the Quest crew, they're all waving.

- Everything must be okay. - Right.

Let's head back to the base.

They saw us. Now, we..

Hey..

- Run, Hadji, run! - I'll stop him.

Atta boy, Hadji. Go, go, go!

Calling submarine, calling submarine.

Boy escaping in snow skimmer, intercept, repeat, intercept.

Well, it was a nice try anyway, Hadji.

- Dad, Race! - Thank heavens, you're both safe.

What's going on, dad? Who are they?

What are they doing here?

They're after the missile's directional brain, Jonny.

It looks as if they're gonna get it.

They'll get it, alright. But not what they came for.

What do you mean, doctor?

I managed to activate the destruction mechanism

before we left the missile.

Gosh, dad, wi-will it explode?

In less than three minutes.

Doctor, they're coming back this way.

What do you suppose they want?

- If I had to guess, me. - But why?

I don't know, Hadji.

- You, come with us. - Dad, don't go.

It's alright, son, don't worry.

But, dad, you'll..

What if he goes back there, he'll be..

Oh, why didn't he tell 'em it's set to explode, Race?

You know the answer to that, Jenny.

He won't tell 'em. Not even to save his own life.

We need your valuable assistance, Dr. Quest.

You will remove the directional brain for us.

Hey, dad's got away from 'em.

He's headed back across the catwa..

Oh, no, he slipped, hefllneven.

Get Quest! Shoot, shoot!

Dad's okay, he's coming over.

But wow, there's nothing left of that missile

but a hole in the ice.

Well, it's over, doctor. Nobody won.

They didn't get the missile, and neither did we.

No, but we can start over.

And this time, we'll build an even better directional brain.

Yes, you're right.

Hey!

What was that, Race, a blizzard?

There's your storm, sir.

Hey, dad, can we go ahead and meet you back at the ship?

Alright, but take it easy.

Right, arrivederci.

I wonder if they could get a speeding ticket up here.

I don't know, but when I get back to the ship

they'll get worse than that.

- Yippee! - Yippee!