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Last week, we left Will, Penny, and the robot playing a game of chance.

Unaware, pirates were even now about to descend upon their planet.

Ah, number eight on the black, an open number.

How unfortunate you are both losers.

However, as they say in the gaming casinos... Just a minute, Dr. Smith.

There is something on number eight.

There can't be unless someone cheated.

I must warn you both, the house rules are quite specific on cheating.

But it's not a chip, Dr. Smith.

It looks like a gold coin.

Gold coin?

Let me see.

Oh, yes, indeed it is.

Probably an artifact left from some ancient civilization.

Let's see if we can find some more.

Dr. Smith!

I think I found something!

What is it, my dear?

Looks like a metal ring.

This is perhaps the entrance to a treasure trove.

Caution is advised.

Silence, Ninny!

Stand aside.

I think it's begun to move.

What happened?

Where am I?

Will?

Will Penny?

Can you hear me?

Of course we can hear you, Dr. Smith.

Oh, thank heavens.

I thought I'd fallen much farther.

What's that?

What's what?

Where?

The thing you have your hand on.

What is this?

Definitely not humanoid.

Oh, thank goodness.

That is a bone of an alien monster.

Oh.

What is that?

Ancient relics.

Come on, Dr. Smith.

Just a moment, will you?

What are you doing?

I think I've discovered something of value.

Help me.

Help me.

Oh, yes.

Careful, careful.

My back is extremely delicate, as you know.

Ah!

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

There.

What is that, Dr. Smith?

Be patient, my dear.

Give me a chance to open it.

Obviously we've uncovered the treasure house of some ancient civilization.

This must surely contain rare and precious metals.

Jewels, priceless artifacts, or perhaps even...

What a gruesome sense of impropriety.

What do you suppose it was doing down there?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Ah, nasty thing.

Come along, my dears, it's getting quite late.

Tomorrow we shall return and resume our studies of the laws of chance.

Indeed.

Come along.

Good evening.

Hey, wait for me.

What do you say?

How about a short walk around the planet?

That's the best offer I've had.

I've had that all evening.

As a matter of fact, it's the only offer.

Oh, you really know how to hurt a guy.

Oh, it isn't that I'm not flattered, but it would be nice just once to have one other offer.

Okay, some other time.

I didn't say I didn't want to go.

Oh, like wow.

Well, just be sure you have her back by midnight.

Yes, you do that, and next time I'll let you have the keys to the chariot, fella.

But, Dr. Smith, I'm telling you... Stop this senseless jabbering, will you, you deplorable dundead.

It is absolute.

It is absolutely impossible to take a quiet after-dinner constitutional without

this clod-like collection of condensers constantly underfoot, cackling.

Warning, warning.

What happened?

My sensors indicate the presence of aliens.

How many?

Four and one-eighth.

Four and one-eighth indeed.

What a sorry specimen of computer hood you really are.

Four and one-eighth.

The disembodied head measures exactly nine inches.

That computes to exactly one-eighth of an alien.

A disembodied head?

Oh, John, what does he mean?

Just a grisly practical joke, madam, left behind by a sick former civilization.

To attribute any form of life to it is the product only of this one's disordered mind.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I shall retire.

Good night to all, and to all a good night.

Bah!

Good night, Dr Smith.

Night.

One of these days, one of these days, I'm going to forget all my built-in protective circuits and zap him.

Just one zap.

I'm sorry.

Strike that.

I repent.

I repent.

Erase that from my memory banks.

Good evening.

What is it, Smith?

That.

Oh, Dr Smith, what are you doing with that thing?

It followed me.

What?

It's true, I tell you.

The gaspy thing is alive.

Someone's just playing a joke.

You probably will.

No, no, it's alive, I tell you.

It scrabbled at the door.

It even spoke to me.

Dr Smith, you were probably just dreaming.

Now, why don't you just go back to sleep and forget about the whole thing?

Very dear, it would be good enough to take that hideous thing outside and dispose of it.

All right.

Perhaps this is all my imagination.

Oh, dear.

I do hope I haven't taken leave of my senses.

Did you leave this outside of Dr Smith's quarters?

Because if you did, it wasn't very funny.

Huh?

What'd you say?

Come on.

Pieces of bait.

Pieces of bait.

You won't eat it, Will Robinson.

You're Nick, aren't you?

You belong to Captain Tucker the Pirate.

Either that or he belongs to me.

Where is he?

Straight ahead, then a turn to the right.

Belgians.

It be the nipper.

Captain Tucker, what are you doing here?

What's it look like I'm doing?

Get that knife and cut me loose.

What happened to you?

Pieces of bait.

Pieces of bait.

That man's gold, that man's free.

Shut your gob, you lovely bird.

Aye, it's old Captain Tucker.

Aye, flesh and bone meat and sinew.

Aye.

Oh.

Oh, me back.

Ah, give me a fish, me bucko.

It sure is good to see you again, Captain.

Is it?

Is it, me bucko, indeed?

Does me heart good to hear the words.

In the midst of me adversities, to find one true loyal friend.

Give me your thumb.

The pirate's oaf.

Aye, aye.

Oh, that touches me.

Touches me here.

You still haven't told me what you're doing here.

Well, that there, that there is a long story.

It'll be a good one.

I'll wring your blasted neck.

Pieces of weight, pieces of weight.

What's he talking about?

Nonsense.

The bird's head is filled with nonsense.

But tell me about yourself.

I've thought of you often whilst I struggle to make a hard but honest living.

Ha, ha, oh, ha, ha.

A cynic.

The bird is a cynic.

Never had any faith in me good intentions.

Well, if you've been so honest, how come you were all tied up?

I were a victim.

A victim of evil companions.

Well, if they're so evil, what were you doing with them?

Oh, now, you ain't doubting me, are you, me bucko?

Golly, no, Captain.

Well, it were this way.

I were on a venture.

What kind of a venture?

Oh, a trade venture.

An honest trade venture.

A trade venture.

A syndicate of decent gentlemen from the... from the planet Bootes.

Bootes?

Aye, Bootes.

Provided ship to go exploring and trading among unexplored planets.

And little did I dream that I had signed aboard a crew of murderous cutthroats.

And when they revealed their foul plan to me, asked me to lead them, you know what I said to them?

What did you tell them?

I says to them, I says, thanks to dear old nipper what showed me the evil of me

wicked ways, I'll have no part in your foul plans.

Hang me from the yard, says I, but I'll not do your wicked bidding, says I.

I sure am proud of you, Captain.

I told you it'd be a good one.

Why, the dirty bird hates me.

It's a warning.

Who's coming, Captain?

Them has slit your gizzard with not so much as a begging your pardon for the trouble they put you to.

Come on.

As they sail, as they sail, I skirt to the dead, men.

That's where we left those pump-me-bilges here.

Hey, it were farther up the gully.

No, it were right here.

Leave it to a blind guppy like you to get lost.

Who's calling you a blind guppy?

Oh, no.

Looking for trouble, B.E.?

Well, come on.

He's right.

We'll never find old Billy Bones' treasure fighting among ourselves.

All right, then.

Up the draw.

What were they talking about, Cap?

Who's Billy Bones?

No, never mind.

Let's make sale.

The neighborhood here ain't good for us harness folk.

Oh, dear, you know, it's just like Will to run off like this at night.

I'm really very concerned about it.

I'll have a talk with him tomorrow.

Two persons are approaching.

Personality patterns indicate one is Master Will Robinson.

Good.

And who's the other one?

That is non-computable.

My sensors can only identify personality patterns from existing crew members.

Oh, dear.

Oh, well, I can hardly believe it.

Well, how did you get here?

The Lanzo P. Tucker reporting aboard, sir.

Captain Tucker.

Tucker, what the devil are you doing here?

Now, that there be a long story, professor.

His crew mutinied, and Captain Tucker was marooned here.

Your crew?

Aye, honest spacemen.

Hearts of oak.

That is, they was until they was led astray by evil notions.

I sees a bad end for the lot of them.

What is the meaning of all this commotion when I'm trying to... Oh, good heavens.

Captain Tucker.

Now, don't be flopping all over, Zach.

Does my old heart good to see another friendly face?

It'd be a friendly face, bein' it.

Well, of course it'd be.

Anything you say, my dear fellow.

I'm delighted to see you again.

So, I guess all is ship-shape, at least for tonight.

Professor, ma'am, I'll be bunkin' in with my old shipmate.

You will?

Any objections, shipmate?

Oh, no, none at all, shipmate.

So, I guess I won't be any trouble to you folks.

Just call me early in the morning for breakfast.

Good night, Professor.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night, me bucko.

Where do you sling your hammock?

This way.

Well, he certainly made himself at home in a hurry.

He's had a very hard time of it, Dad.

That's for you.

You get to bed.

I'll talk to you in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Good night, Dad.

Good night, Mom.

Good night, darling.

John, do you believe that tale he told us?

No, I don't think so.

You know how Tucker liked to tell a tall yarn.

Uh, just to be on the safe side, however, Don and I will take a look in the morning.

All right.

Now, why don't we turn in?

You.

Are snoring, sir.

No, I don't hear nothing.

Man of my sensitivity to be subjected to such ignominious treatment.

Ah!

Captain Tucker!

Captain Tucker!

Good.

Good evening.

What's the matter now?

Captain Tucker.

It's Beck.

Pump me.

Belgians at Billy Bones's head.

Take it away.

Captain Tucker, take it away.

And this time, make it stay away.

What do you mean, this time, make it stay away?

It's been pursuing me ever since I dug that horrid thing out of the pit.

Pit?

What pit?

Well, I don't exactly know.

There were all the weapons and bones there, and that obscene thing.

Oh, Captain Tucker, take it away.

I simply cannot stand anymore.

Aye, there, there, I'll take it away.

You will?

Yes.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Whatever shall I do?

I'm cold, and I'm frightened.

Oh, that dreadful box.

Do not disturb me.

I am on patrol.

On patrol?

According to my memory, Banks, you are a thing called a Nick.

Who are you calling a thing, thing?

What are you staring at, goggle eyes?

I am evaluating your potential for dangerous activity before deciding to destroy you.

Destroy me?

Uh-huh, uh, that's a laugh.

Take a shot at me.

Go ahead, take a shot.

Very well.

I have decided you are potentially dangerous and must be destroyed.

Hey, over here.

It does not compute.

What's the matter, Iron Pants?

Losing your eyes?

Cry again, huh?

Go ahead, how dare you?

I must re-evaluate the wiring of my defense system.

Take your time, Iron Pants.

Take a lot of time.

Sir, didn't I tell you we were here on business?

But now you have to lark around before deactivating him.

Spoil, sport.

As.

I sailed, as I sailed, oh, my name is Captain Kidd, as I sailed, oh,

I saw a whole dead man's bones, as I sailed, my name is Captain Tucker,

as I sailed, I'll weather himself, you treacherous dogs.

Now we'll parley with me.

You can't blame the lads for all the weather, you promised Billy Bones treasure.

Aye, and a chart to where it's buried.

Aye, and I'm a man of my word.

Say something, you blasted head.

Good evening.

What's up?

What's that?

I'll tell you what it is, you scum.

Old Billy Bones was too smart to put a chart on paper, so he took a better road,

old Billy Bones did.

This here head.

This here is tuned into Billy Bones' personality in a manner of speaking,

so that he'll lead Billy Bones and no one but Billy Bones to his treasure.

Yeah, a lot of good that do us.

Billy Bones is dead and moldering on Interis 6 these last five years.

You led us in a false trail.

Stop your yapping tongues, you dogs.

False trail, is it?

Supposing I were to tell you that I have in the palm of my hand, so to say,

a human who matches old Billy Bones' personality, trait by trait and fault by fault?

It ain't likely.

Why, there never was a man as treacherous and cowardly and as big a liar and as greedy a glutton as Billy Bones.

There be one, Zachary Smith by name.

He be one of the crew of the Jupiter 2.

Well, then answer me this.

Why is this head here following this human like a puppy?

Fair begging to lead him to his treasure of gold and silver and such.

Answer me that.

If this be one of your tricks, Alonso Tucker.

Now, how can you say that about old Tucker who's always treated you fair?

Aye, when we kept a close watch on you, you were a fair dealing man.

Then trust me now, and we'll all share in the treasure.

Yeah, I still say we slit the gizzards of your friends in that there spaceship.

Then disintegrate this here planet.

And dig out the treasure from among the space rubble.

And I say you're a blasted fool.

Pose for me and the Tucker method.

All right, we're with you for the time.

But one sly trick, and ye and your friends are cold meats too.

Aye.

I thought I, was I imagining something?

That does not compute.

Cybernetic servo mechanisms do not imagine.

Perhaps a general overhaul is in order.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, good morning, Dr. Smith.

You'd better hurry.

There's not much left.

It really doesn't matter, dear lady.

I shall never eat again.

I hear it, but I don't believe it.

Dr. Smith, aren't you well?

Fragile, madam, fragile is the word that best describes my condition.

Oh, what's wrong?

I have just passed an extremely dreadful night.

Have some scrambled eggs, Dr. Smith.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Or perhaps a small portion of it.

A very small portion.

A bit more, my dear.

I'll force myself.

A man in my condition must keep up his strength.

Pass the bacon, please.

What's in the box, Dr. Smith?

A curse, my dear.

A curse that has plagued me ever since I inadvertently trespassed on an alien tomb.

Maybe it's the ghost from all the bacon and eggs you've devoured come back to haunt you, Doctor.

You're a cold, cruel man, Major, to irk me so, when quite clearly I am in a state of traumatic shock.

Traumatic shock?

What are you going to do with it?

I'm going to drop it in the radioactive lava pit.

Good luck, Doctor.

Come on, dear.

It's delicious.

Good evening.

Ah!

Stop there at once, you here!

Stop me to horror!

Why must you haunt me?

I am attuned to you, Master.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

What a grisly fate to be tormented by this ghoulish creature.

I don't think that's a creature at all, Dr Smith.

I think it's some kind of electronic device.

Electronic device?

Every time it talks, the detectors inside pick up platinum electrode impulses.

So it must be.

Platinum electrode impulses?

But why would anyone construct such a ghastly thing?

I don't know.

Maybe the robot can analyze it.

If you like, I'll ask him.

Yes, my dear boy, I think I would like that very much.

Yes, sir.

This quaint device begins to have very definite interest for me.

Ah, there you are, you noxious ninny.

What are you doing here, robot?

We've been looking all over for you.

I am undergoing self-overhaul.

My electronic simulator is checking out each of my individual components.

Ah, there is a clunker.

You, sir, are a clunker.

What in the world are you doing?

Notice how my simulator reproduces an exact replacement part.

Never mind the lugubrious lecture.

Just analyze this for us.

Some time today, if you please.

Good evening.

Kindly do not speak while I am computing you.

Besides, anyone can hear you.

You can plainly see that it is not evening.

Evening does not properly begin until... Cease and desist, you demented diode.

Proceed with the analysis.

Well, what do you think, robot?

A doodlebug.

Electronic, but definitely a doodlebug.

Well, that tells me a lot.

What's a doodlebug?

A device that, properly directed, will lead one to the presence of water,

oil, or other treasure.

Treasure?

Where?

How can it lead us there?

By the turn of its head.

Let's slice him up now, and take the accursed head.

Pull back, you swab.

The liver's not to be touched.

I'll settle your stew right now.

You Lily liver.

Try me, if you've got the stomach for it.

Now, lads, we'll bide our time.

Old Smith there, with his greedy heart, will lead us direct to Billy Bones's treasure.

Make say.

Gee, Dr. Smith, ask the head a question, and maybe it'll lead us all to treasure.

Electronic doodle bug, indeed.

Stuff for nonsense.

It's merely a clever little toy, which I shall put away among my other trifling keepsakes.

Come along.

Give me the box, or I'll smother your dessert.

No, no, no!

Stand up.

You mean to tell me that what it was that Will saw was a member of your crew?

Aye, sir.

From the description of the little nipper, I would say that there was Dick.

He's a bad one, man.

Bad.

What in the name of the seven planets kind of crew do you have, Tucker?

Well, sir, they ain't much to look at from your point of view, but when you're

signing on the crew, you can't be fussy with their personal eccentricities.

Huh?

Captain Tucker, are they dangerous?

Desperate.

Good man.

Desperate is the word.

Oh, my.

You find anything?

Just some tracks.

Looked like they were made by some kind of a large reptile.

Aye, that there be deke.

Well, they must be out there somewhere.

What are we going to do?

From now on, everyone here will be confined to the area of the ship until this matter's cleared up.

All right, dear.

Does that there rule apply to me, sir?

Is there any reason why it shouldn't?

Well, no, I ain't objecting, but if I were free to come and go, I might be able to reason with the lads.

Well, if they're as desperate as you say they are, there'll be no reasoning with them.

Yes, the rule applies to you too.

Good morning, good morning.

I am on my way.

Where do you think you're going, Smith?

I've discovered what may be some very interesting ruins.

I plan to spend the entire day investigating them.

Not today, Smith.

I don't believe I understand.

We're all restricted to the area of the ship.

I think you'd better get inside.

I beg your pardon.

On your way, Smith.

What?

Good heavens, what is this?

Indeed.

Indeed.

Wake.

Up.

I am your master.

Well, do whatever it is you're supposed to do, you loathsome creature.

Do something.

I warn you, I'm a very impatient man.

What is this?

Who are you?

What are you doing?

Help!

Help!

What are you doing?

I thought I heard something, Captain.

No, no.

You must be dreaming.

I've been keeping a weather eye out.

I ain't heard nothing.

That sounds like Dr. Smith.

Well, now, what would he be doing out there?

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

No, no.

Hold on me, Bucko.

Hold on.

Sniffer!

Robot?

Halt!

No one is to leave.

Did Dr. Smith leave the camp?

Nobody could have gotten by without my seeing him.

But that was Dr. Smith's scream I heard.

Apparently, I've goofed again.

Apparently.

I will go back to the drawing board and re-evaluate my overhaul.

It was Dr. Smith, Captain.

He's still out there.

Well, now, what do you know about that there?

He shouldn't have done that.

I'll tell you what.

I'll start off first thing in the morning.

I'll find him.

That may be too late.

I'd better go find him.

No, hold on me, Bucko.

You're going to throw an anchor into the whole works.

Don't try and stop me, Captain.

Little Captain Tucker.

I'll explain to you the facts of life as he understands them.

When you've sailed enough space ways, you come to realize that there's them

that's bound and determined to burn themselves up, all fired up with greed and

desire and hungering to steal things what ain't rightly theirs.

No account, fellas, like that.

You just got to step aside and let them go sailing on to their just deserts, if you gather my meaning.

Maybe Dr. Smith is all those things, but I don't care.

All I know is he's my friend.

And I've got to help him.

Let me go.

Never.

Never come back here.

Oh dear.

Oh dear.

Ugh.

What's the matter with him, Dick?

Well, maybe he don't like your looks, me.

Well, he ain't no raving beauty.

What's wrong with me looks?

You ain't much.

My friends think I'm good-looking.

Well, they ain't very good friends of yours.

Someone's coming.

You see, there ain't nothing out here, Mimico.

Let's go back.

Nothing, huh?

Well, what do you call that?

Dr. Smith!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm innocent.

Blast it.

William, thank heavens you're here.

Aras.

Shoot!

Go on!

Get out of here!

Tucker!

There's no use, Nipper.

I tried to keep you from coming out here.

But now you're out here.

One way or the other, you have to stay.

I see.

You mean you're with them?

Well, one way or the other, we're all together.

It's me crew, Nipper.

Deke.

Smeek.

And Israelin.

All I can say, Captain, is I'm very disappointed in you.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

No use, Captain.

Every time we brings him around, he drops off again.

Aye, it's been going on like that all night.

What's the matter with him anyway?

Maybe if we knocked him around a bit.

No!

Maybe we should give him a big belt of glue.

What is it you're trying to do, kill him?

If everybody will excuse me for saying this, I think you're upsetting Dr. Smith.

Well, he's upsetting me.

And if he don't stop it, I'll make Sleemoth out of him.

That's what.

Here now, none of that there talk, Deke.

You know some ears, you know.

Well, maybe I could bring him around if you gentlemen would just get out of sight.

All right, me bucko.

We'll leave it up to you.

But no tricks.

Come on, Dr. Smith.

Wake up, wake up.

Go away, go away.

Oh, William.

Are they gone?

Yeah, but they're not very far away.

Then we must flee with alacrity.

It's no use, Dr. Smith.

What do you mean?

They want you to lead them to a treasure.

Treasure?

I don't know anything about a treasure.

I know that, but Captain Tucker told me something about this pirate named,

named Beelybones and all about his treasure and how the doodlebug can lead us to it.

Tucker, that renegade turncoat.

He wants me to share my treasure with him.

Well, either that or he'll turn you over to Deke, we'll make you drink sloog and make Sleemoth, whatever that is.

Whatever it is, it sounds horrible.

Perhaps we can make a little arrangement with them, a little agreement to our mutual benefit.

No time for games, Dr Smith.

Come on, get up.

Yes, yes, help me.

The nipper's right, Zach.

Right, Venus.

Take us to the treasure, or else.

Or else.

Well, anything?

No, no sign of it.

Will, Smith, and Tucker.

Well, if you asked me who's responsible.

I wouldn't blame Dr Smith, Don.

No, not now.

It's not the time for it.

No, you're right.

I was about to say that Tucker could be behind all this.

Oh?

Now, we'll find out who's responsible when we catch up with him.

Yes, of course you will.

Darling, arm yourself in the girls.

Turn on the force field, and don't let anyone through till we get back.

All right.

I'll take care of everything.

I'll get the rifles.

Come on, robot.

We have to track down Will and Smith.

I am unable to comply.

I have just rejected my power generator.

It will take me 17 minutes to duplicate it.

Well, this is a heck of a time to do spring cleaning.

I am sorry.

Well, if you can't do anything, I'll stay here and guard the ship.

Here you go.

My electroforce beam is extremely low.

This is where I found the dreadful thing.

Aye, this be the start of our treasure search.

Get on with it, Zach.

Zach, indeed.

Here, William.

Do something.

Good evening.

Good evening, my foot.

Is that the only thing you can say, you ridiculous creature?

Good evening to all, and good night.

Hey, hey, hey.

Try being pleasant to it.

Pat it.

Make nice to it.

Yes.

My dear friend, this is frightfully important to all of us, particularly to me.

It's no use.

Try telling it to lead you to Billy Bones's treasure.

Take me to Billy Bones's treasure, my loyal friend.

Good heavens, now what?

Ah, his head's turning.

It's looking in that there direction.

Follow its head.

Footprints all over the place.

Look, you cover that trail.

I'll take this one.

Look, couldn't we rest for a minute?

This is getting awfully heavy.

Rest indeed.

There's work to be done.

Give it here.

I feel starboard.

Something the matter, people?

Nothing.

You ain't mad at me, are you?

Captain Tucker, you told me you were going to lead an honest life.

You lied to me.

Oh, now, it weren't no lie.

I, I were stretching the truth a little bit.

Getting mixed up with a bunch of bad pirates and all for some treasure.

Well, it, it's not just some treasure.

Old Billy Bones came from Betelgeuse.

And you can bet no Betelgeusean is going to settle for no second-class treasure.

Why, why, on Betelgeuse, all them buildings is made of silver and gold,

and they've got jewels on it big as oyster eggs.

Why, why, even the... The shovels, and the knives, and the forks, and the frying pans are made of silver and gold.

That's how rich old Betelgeuse is.

Well, then, if Billy Bones came from such a rich place as that, why would he have a treasure of gold and jewels?

What kind of nonsense is that there you're talking?

Well, it just seems to me that if all those things don't mean very much on.

Betelgeuse, then Billy Bones' treasure would be something much more rare and valuable.

Pump me, Belgias!

You think of that, me bucko.

Think of that there.

I'm thinking, Captain, but I still don't see how you would have lied to me.

Shh, I didn't lie.

It isn't just the treasure.

Me shipmates had slit your gizzard and Zach's, too, if we didn't help them find the treasure.

Well, what's going to stop them from slitting our gizzards once they find the treasure?

You just let old Captain Tucker worry about that.

He's got a feeling that this here odds against us may even up.

Captain Tucker?

Aye!

What's all this about?

Just points at the stone bowl.

You suppose we've reached the treasure?

Aye, maybe.

Dick, step up and give this here wall a knock or two.

Maybe there's a secret panel in it.

Step back, everyone.

Give Dick a chance.

Go on.

Ah!

Where's he gone?

I might have known old Billy boned and set a trap for two-foot trespassers.

Poor old Dick.

He were a brave one.

Rest in peace, Dick.

Too bad, too bad.

You blasted head!

Show us where the treasure is or I'll cut you to pieces.

Show us, show us.

That way, that way.

Yeah.

Where, where?

Over there.

Over there.

Who's to go out there and find out what's waiting for us?

Go ahead, Eastman.

No, Snake will not go.

It's your turn.

How about you, Foulweather?

Seems as though it's about your turn.

Affairs fair.

We'll match for it.

You go, you swab.

What is it you see out there, me hairy shipmate?

Oh, dear.

I think I'm going to faint.

Too bad.

Too bad.

Aye.

Poor old Israeland.

Never knew what hit him.

Rest in peace, Israeland.

Does make it easier come splitting up time.

Aye.

Right, Foulweather?

Aye.

That's two enough.

Rest in peace.

Rest in peace.

That way.

Down here.

Aye.

Start digging, mates.

May Bones say the treasure lies here.

Not me.

You certainly can't mean me, Captain Tucker.

My back is too delicate for such rough work.

Let the boy do the digging.

Splendid idea.

Well, you're such a small target, William.

Anything would miss you.

A fine lot of swabs you are to let a boy do a man's work.

We'll not be wanting to fall into any more of Billy Bones' traps, Captain.

The boy's the most useless of the whole lot of us.

Aye.

Or maybe I have to blow you down first.

Hmm.

Convoy, you and me will both dig in.

If you say so.

It's.

Some kind of a chest.

Hold it.

Get back.

Yes, sir.

Disarm yourself.

Aye, yarenibber.

Get behind me.

I smell foul weather ahead.

It is a chest.

The bealy bones fist aren't as plain as day.

Help me hoist it out.

Yes, yes, let us feast our eyes on the ransom of a planet.

Be this some of your humor.

Yes be nothing but pig-eyed.

You tricked us all the way.

Neck!

Ah, disarm him.

Whatever happens to you, you deserve it.

You blasted, unreliable bird.

Stop your weapon!

It's no use, Professor.

He eats lasers for breakfast.

Cold steel is all he can stomach.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, watch out!

You can't run out, Captain.

You've got to stay in health.

On me, bucko.

What is it you're doing to an honest pirate?

Drop your weapon, shmeek, or say a sweet goodbye to this here world.

I say, let's hang him.

Let's hang him as a pirate from the highest tree.

That's not a bad idea.

No.

Captain Tucker's my friend, and at the end, when he knew there was going to be trouble, he was willing to protect me.

Now, that dare be the mortal truth, sir.

Oh, Captain Tucker, he wouldn't see no harm come to the Little Nipper.

Well, then what are we going to do with you?

Well, now, you might let me go, sir.

I still have a ship back there in the hills.

To go on pirating, I suppose.

Heaven forbid.

I'm dead.

From now on, I ain't nothing but a decent pirate.

And spaceman in the packet trade.

You have me word on that.

On the article, sir.

Well, I suppose that's as good a reason as any for getting rid of you.

All right, on your way, Tucker.

But mind you, no tricks.

You have me fist and me affidavit on that there, sir.

Oh, by the way, my son tells me that you were well prepared for trouble when you found your treasure chest.

What warned you?

Oh, well, it was something the Little Nipper said about Betelgeuse.

With all them silver and gold and jewels.

There weren't so much as a door hinge made of iron or a single steel tool.

It were no joke old Beely Bones was playing that their scrap metal were for him a real treasure.

May his bones rest in peace.

Goodbye, me bucko.

Goodbye, Captain.

Maybe we'll meet again sometime.

I sure hope so.

You do.

Why?

Because I like you.

Pub me, Belgias.

The Little Nipper likes me.

Goodbye, Matey.

Bye, Captain.

Yeah, thank old Tucker, now and again.

Bye.

Tucker!

Thank heavens he's gone.

This entire affair has been a frightful nightmare.

But now that you've disposed of that hideous box, my dear

friend, I shall erase all memory of the incident from my mind.

From this very moment, I shall think only peaceful, tranquil thoughts.

No!

What is the meaning of this?

I know.

Back to the drawing board.

You insipid ineptitude.

Begone!

I shall never survive the strain of this dreadful box.

Good evening.

Good evening.

The pain.

The pain of it all.

The pain of my life.

Don't do this.

Those lovely things.

The rubies belong to him, Dr. Smith.

Indeed they do not.

The monster's like a squirrel, Dr. Smith.

I guess it gathers up the rubies and saves them to eat during the winter.

We don't have a winter here.

Yeah, why don't we look over there for some rubies that he might have not found?

You think there might be some?

Sure, maybe.

It's worth a look.

Come along.

Nothing here.

Oh, dear.

To think that each day a veritable fortune in rubies goes down that furry gullet.

And we could be so rich with such a very few of them.

We?

Yes, William, we.

It's high time you gave more than a passing thought to your future, my dear boy.

Perhaps a trust fund would be useful.

And together we have a very good chance of securing it.

I know, Dr Smith, but Dad put that area off limits.

Do not look at me.

I am not programmed to become a Jewel thief.

Spare me the moralizing you over cautious concoction.

Just remember that when I become rich, as I surely will, you had your chance and you passed it by.

How could you understand the simple joys of life?

Jewels and lots of money.

Warning!

Warning!

Extra-terrestrial life form approaching!

Where?

Where?

There!

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