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Last week, we left Dr. Smith
dozing as Will worked over the Chariot.

Will was unaware that,
within moments,

Dr. Smith's carelessness
would imperil all their lives.

You see, Will,
even as a boy your age,

I was determined
to be a scientist.

Believe me, there is
no worthier ambition.

How gratifying it is to work
for the betterment of mankind,

to strive
for the unattainable.

How about doing a little
striving on this engine?

I am a scientist,
not a menial mechanic.

You're a four-star
goldbrick, Smith.

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,

but your words
can never harm me.

Maybe I can get faster
results this way.

There is no need for belligerence.
You have my cooperation.

The bad unit is in the
centrifugal repressor, Don.

See if you can
replace it.

I await your orders,
mon capitaine.

We have to put a new fuel
pack in the Chariot.

Your wish is
my command, sir.

It's over there.

Aye, aye, sir.
And handle it carefully.

That fuel could explode
on contact with air.

Never fear.
Smith is here.

I don't know why we
even bother with him, Will.

Dr. Smith has
some good qualities.

I have yet to find any.

I can't carry this thing
by myself.

Come on.
It's not that heavy.

Put it in back of the Chariot.
I'll hook it up later.

A man of my talents being
used as a beast of burden.

If you have no further
use for me,

I shall return to my
quarters on the Jupiter 2.

A great feeling
of weariness

seems to have taken
possession of my body.

You're always
tired and hungry.

That's your
natural state.

Don, do you
smell something?

The fuel pack!

Get back! It can
explode any second!

Don!

Don, are you
all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

What an unfortunate
occurrence.

I told you to be careful
with that fuel cell.

I was. It's not my fault
that something went wrong.

We could have been killed
because of your stupidity.

If I had the intelligence
of a goose,

I'd still be a genius
compared to you.

All that brainpower you're always
talking about must be well hidden,

because nobody notices it
except yourself.

I've had enough
of these...

All right!
That's enough!

Now, what's
all this about?

Well, Will, perhaps
you can tell me.

I'm waiting
for an answer, Will.

Well...

Don asked Dr. Smith
to get a new fuel pack,

and I guess
it developed a leak.

Because of
his carelessness.

It was an accident due to
a malfunctioning mechanism.

Oh, I'm sure that's all it was, Dr.
Smith.

Why don't we just drop
the whole thing?

You're a very understanding
man, Professor Robinson.

And now, Dr. Smith,
let's...

Let's discuss the accident
at the hydroponic garden.

The garden?

It was your responsibility
this week, wasn't it?

As a matter of fact, it was,
but I've been so busy...

You haven't had a chance
to do anything about it.

That's very true. I was just about
to go over there when you arrived.

If you'll excuse me...

No, no, no.
Save yourself a walk.

We don't have
a farm anymore.

What happened to it?

It died of neglect.

Oh.

I'm terribly sorry.

Unfortunately, Dr. Smith, your being
sorry doesn't make up for lost food.

I don't know what to say.

I do. I don't know how the others
feel, but I'm fed up with you!

Every time something
goes wrong around here,

you're at the bottom of it.

You're a troublemaker.

The sooner we get rid of you,
the better off we'll all be.

Are those also your feelings,
Professor Robinson?

I see.

Well, there seems to be
only one recourse left for me.

I shall leave,

immediately.

Let him go, Will.

Yeah, let him go.

Morn.

Yes, dear?

Nothing.
It was just a thought.

About Dr. Smith?

Will, no one's
forcing him to leave.

No one asked him
to stay either.

Couldn't you talk
to Dad?

Talk to me
about what?

You aren't really
going to let him go?

Of course I am.

You know how Dr. Smith is.
He can't shift for himself.

Well, he's
a grown man, Will.

He has to learn
about responsibility.

Without us to lean on, I think
he's gonna learn rapidly.

Here he is now.

I took the liberty
of borrowing a rifle.

However, if you would prefer that
I ventured forth into the unknown

without any protection
whatsoever, I'll leave it here.

You're more than welcome
to it, Dr. Smith.

You're extremely
generous, sir.

Dr. Smith,

I...

I packed you
some food.

Thank you,
but I cannot accept.

What I am being
forced to do,

I must do alone and
without aid of any kind.

Well,

it's time
for my exile.

I'll take leave
of you now.

There's absolutely no use
pleading or protesting.

I've made my decision.

Take care of yourself,
Doctor.

Bless you for
the thought, my boy.

Well,

farewell.

Good luck, sir.

Take your elbows
off the table, dear.

Will.

What are you
doing up this late?

I just couldn't
sleep, Dad.

Worried about
Dr. Smith?

Are you sure he'll
be all right, sir?

Oh, he's probably
fast asleep right now.

Which is where
you should be.

Good night.
Night, Dad.

Who's out there?
Who's out there, I say?

Come out or I'll shoot.

If only this night
would come to an end.

I know I won't sleep a wink.

No!

Hi, Dr. Smith.

Oh, Will.
You startled me.

I brought you
some breakfast.

Most kind of you,
my boy.

But as an expert woodsman, I find
no difficulty living off the land.

I dined very well
last night.

It's only some fresh
baked rolls and jam.

Despite the fact that
I'm not particularly hungry,

I cannot see
good food wasted.

I'll force myself
to eat.

Mmm, that's good. Did
you have a good night?

Splendid. Slept like a baby
without a care in the world.

Dad said you'd be fine.

You didn't pick too good a
spot for a camp, though.

I didn't?
What's wrong with it?

For one thing,
it's downhill.

If it rains,
you'll be flooded.

Oh. Mmm.

Regretfully,
breakfast is over.

What are you doing, Will?

Getting you packed.

We've gotta find
a new campsite.

An excellent suggestion,
my boy.

Together we will venture
forth into the wilderness.

Come along. Forward!

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two. Hup, two.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two.
Hup, two.

Well, this seems
to be a suitable spot.

I don't think you'll
find any water here.

All I want at this moment
is some rest.

Come on, Dr. Smith. We'll
find the right campsite soon.

I certainly hope so.

Dr. Smith, look!

It's the wreck
of an old spaceship.

I'll bet it crashed here
centuries ago.

Let's go explore it.

Some other time, Will.

We still have to find a place
for me to live, remember.

Isn't that a place
for you to live?

I seriously doubt it.

However,
let's have a look.

After you, my boy.

I wonder what happened
to its occupants.

Considering our past
experiences with aliens,

I prefer
not to conjecture.

Hardly what I would call
home sweet home.

It won't be so bad after
you clean it up some.

I wonder where
that door leads to.

There's only one way
to find out.

Try it.

It's jammed tight.

No matter.

Well, shall we put
my new house in order?

I'd like to stay, but I
have to be getting back.

Yes, I suppose you do.

But, you can stay a few
minutes longer, can't you?

Nobody knows I'm here.

Just a little while?

And you won't have to work.
I'll do it, and you can watch.

All right.

My dear boy,

you have the soul
of an angel.

Now, you just
make yourself comfortable

and I'll start putting
things to rights.

I might as well
lend you a hand.

You're a good chap.

Let's start with
the bedroll, shall we?

There we are.

There we are. Now, roll it out.
That's a good boy, Will.

I wonder what that is.

It doesn't look
broken at all.

Who knows or cares.
Throw it away.

Hey, Dr. Smith,
how do I look?

Like the school dunce at Halloween.
Now, stop wasting time.

Oh. You know, Will...

I could eat a few
more of those rolls

you brought me
for breakfast.

I wouldn't mind having
something to eat myself.

Look!

It seems to be some
sort of alien food.

Where did it come from?

Oh, no.

That couldn't be.

Dr. Smith, the machine
couldn't have had

anything to do with getting
that food, could it?

We're on a planet where
anything is possible, Will.

I wonder if we dare
to try it again.

Will, think of something you'd like
to have more than anything else.

I don't know. There
are a lot of things.

Concentrate on
one of them.

Well, I'd like
to have a bicycle,

but the ground's not
smooth here.

And I've been wanting
a photographic microscope.

Apples!
That's what I like most.

Like the kind
we have at home.

All right.
Think about apples.

Hard!

I sure would
like some apples.

It's the real thing!

My boy,

we have a wonderful
instrument in our possession.

However, until we've fully
explored the full potential,

of this miraculous machine,
we must tell no one.

I don't understand.

Eat some apples, my boy.
Eat as many as you wish.

Before we reveal
our find,

we must be sure there's
no danger involved.

When we are satisfied, then
we'll tell all the others.

Are you sure, Doctor?

Absolutely.

Believe me, I'm doing this
for the good of all of us.

And remember, this is to
be our little secret.

Eat the apples, my boy.

An apple!

Is it real?

It seems to be.

But we don't
grow apples.

Where did
it come from?

I found it
in Will's room.

Where did he get it?

I don't know.

But I intend
to find out.

Sorry I'm late.

Well, don't let it
happen again, dear.

Here. You can
help yourself.

Thanks,
but I'm not very hungry.

He's sick.

Maybe he's...

Maybe he's full
of apples.

You wanna tell us
about it?

I can't.

Can't?

It's a secret between
me and Dr. Smith.

Oh, I see.
You gave him your word?

No, sir, but it's understood
between us.

If you didn't
give your word,

you're not
violating a confidence.

Especially when
it concerns Smith.

All right. I guess I'd better
start at the beginning.

Dr. Smith and I were
looking for a new campsite

when we found this
wrecked spaceship.

A what?

A wrecked spaceship.

Fill my cup
till it runneth over.

Cease and desist!

Nectar of the gods.

To the good life,
my mechanical magician.

Hi, Doctor.

William.

What a delightful surprise.

Where have you
been keeping yourself?

I've been sort of
busy, sir.

Well, you're here now,
and that's all that matters.

Come closer.
Come closer.

Golly!

A few simple conveniences quite necessary
for survival in the wilderness.

I had to tell my father about
the machine, Dr. Smith.

Oh.

No harm done. I would have
informed him myself, eventually.

Now, what about a piece of
delicious French pastry?

Can't make up your mind?

I was just thinking
about Penny and Judy

and everyone else.

So?

It wouldn't be fair for me to
have cake when they couldn't.

A noble gesture,
but hardly realistic.

There.

Here, my boy. Dessert
for tonight's dinner.

Compliments
of Zachary Smith.

Thank you, sir.

You know, Will,
I've missed you.

It's been very lonely here
without you.

You could have come
to see me.

I've been banished, remember?

Is that the only reason
you stayed away?

I don't quite follow you.

You said all you wanted to do
was check out the machine.

That's exactly
what I've been doing.

For four days?

Well, you see, science is a
matter of trial and error.

I had to be sure
there was no danger.

Have you found any?

There are certain problems. But
as soon as they're ironed out...

When will that be?

Eventually, my boy.
Eventually.

What you really mean is,
never, don't you, sir?

Now, Will,
what a thing to say.

I fully intend to bring
the machine to the family.

Don said now that you had the
machine, you didn't need us anymore.

Surely you don't
believe that.

He said all you cared about
was yourself.

That's not true.

Then why are you
keeping the machine?

I don't think I want
the pastry anymore.

I sorta
lost my appetite for it.

And I'm sure the rest of the
family would feel the same way.

Good-bye, sir.

Will. Will!

Wait a moment.

You still thinking
about Dr. Smith?

Try to forget him, Will.

He's really not
worth the effort.

I know he was always doing
things that were wrong,

but underneath, I like him.

That's all.

A most flattering
remark, William.

Well, isn't anyone gonna
welcome the prodigals return?

What do you want?

Now, is that a way
to greet Santa Claus?

Particularly when
he has gifts for you all.

You mean you're gonna give
us the machine, Doctor?

It was always my intention.

You misjudged me, Will.

Now, wait a minute. There's
a catch in this somewhere.

From you,
I expect suspicion.

However, I'm about to do
something for you

that will dispel
all your petty doubts.

And what would that be?

With the aid of
this incredible machine,

I'm going to create another
complete Jupiter 2,

which will carry us safely through
the heavens and back to Earth.

Gee.

This will be
an absolute triumph.

Only my superior intellect,
combined with this machine,

could accomplish
such a monumental feat.

Stand back, everyone.

I wouldn't want
you to be crushed

when it materializes.

Bring me another
complete Jupiter 2.

Bring me another
complete Jupiter 2.

Appear!

There.
It wasn't easy, but...

There's nothing there.

I can't understand it.

It's always worked before.

Very good, Dr. Smith.

Now, have you any other

fairy tales to tell us?

Look!

I guess you didn't
think big enough.

Apparently, the machine's
capacity is limited.

However, let us all remember good
things come in small packages.

Traitor.

Thought impulses are
picked up by the headset,

and transformed into high
sonaric electrical waves.

Then what's
the procedure?

Sonaric waves
are then fused

with the radioactive
center in the machine.

What causes
the thought process

to materialize
into reality?

Cannot compute Programing
data insufficient.

How our little miracle worker
functions is of no importance.

It works, and that's
all that interests me.

I know how
the machine works.

You do, huh?

Yes. It's exactly
like an Aladdin's lamp,

only instead of rubbing it, you
just think of what you want.

We're trying to find a scientific
explanation, and you give us fairy tales.

It's a thought translator.
That's what it is.

The trouble with you,
William Robinson,

is you have
no imagination.

I don't care
what you say.

It's still
a wishing machine.

Theory and conjecture.
Nonsense and jabberwocky.

We have the gift horse. Let us not
examine its mouth too closely.

Well, did you
find out anything?

Only how abysmally
ignorant we are.

Well, if you've finished
with the machine,

I'd like to borrow it.

I want to wish up something,
extra special for supper.

An excellent idea,
Mrs. Robinson.

The machine
hasn't been used today,

so there's really no problem.

What do you mean,
"no problem"?

Well, for some reason,
the Aladdin's lamp,

as Penny called it,
functions only twice a day.

Oh, really? I thought it could
be used over and over.

Aren't two miracles
a day sufficient?

Go ahead, my dear.
Order your dinner.

Unless, of course
Professor Robinson

would like to
have the first wish.

No, no.
You go on ahead.

I'm afraid
I'm a practical man.

Somehow I don't believe that you
can get something for nothing.

Is that you, Will? Hand
me a power wrench, will ya?

Why don't you come out
and get it, Don?

Oh!

I mean, wow.

Where did you get
that dress?

Do you like it?

Like it?
Like I said, wow.

I got it through
the thought machine.

And, now you can
take me for a walk.

It was Judy's turn yesterday.
It's mine today!

All you want are some
goofy tape recordings.

All you want is some
icky piece of equipment.

Science is more important
than music!

If it weren't for arts, there
wouldn't be any science!

As Dr. Smith would say,
nonsense and double nonsense!

Now, stop it a minute!
Will, stop it!

Just don't tug anymore.
Now, wait.

Now, wait a minute. Now, we... Now,
we both can't use the machine.

So, why don't
we let Dad decide?

All right by me.

Well, you go ask him.

I'll be right back.

And don't you
go anywhere.

Oh, don't worry.
I won't.

I would like some
new tape recordings.

Oh!

She tricked me.

Just as soon as I left, she
used the thought machine.

And you think that Penny should
be punished for this outrage?

I sure do. Maybe she should lose
her turn a couple of times.

That would teach her
a good lesson.

That sounds like
a good idea, Will,

but, uh, there's just
one thing wrong with it.

There'd more than likely be
a fight among the family

for who
gets Penny's turns.

She was listening
to her tapes.

You should hear them, Dad.
They're absolutely wonderful.

Bach and Mozart
and Beethoven.

Well, I won’t argue
with your choice, but...

Do you have anything there
by Deceit?

Deceit? I don't think I've
ever heard of that composer.

Perhaps you don't
recognize the name.

Maybe these names
will help...

Cheat, Lie, Trick.

Do you recognize the composer,
or do I have to go on?

No, sir.

Come here, Penny.

I'm very disappointed in you.

You've sacrificed your moral
principles for something material.

You lost far more
than you gained.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yes, sir,
and I'm very sorry.

Then I don't have to tell you

I don't ever want you
to do that again.

Here come Judy and Don.

You wanted to
talk to them too.

Yes, I do.

Sit down, Penny.

Hi.
What's going on?

We're having a family
conference. Join us.

Hey, Will.
Hi, Don.

I suppose you've put the new
repressor on the Chariot.

Well, I...

It was my fault. I asked
Don to take me for a walk.

You were supposed to be working
in the hydroponic garden.

And, Will, weren't you
supposed to be helping Don?

Well, does anyone care
to make a comment?

All right, then.
I will.

And it can be summed up
in three words...

The thought machine.

I guess maybe we've all been relying
on it too much, John, but...

But why work when the
machine can do it for you?

Will, up to now, this family's
been getting along very well.

We have respect
and love for one another.

And you cannot wish
for those things with that.

And then we get this,

machine that makes
dreams come true.

And instead of
making us happier,

it sows the seeds of discontent,
mistrust and indolence.

I said a machine that
makes dreams come true.

Nightmares can
also be dreams.

I'm afraid your services will be severely
curtailed, my mechanical friend.

The thought machine
has made you obsolete.

Obsolete.

Old-fashioned.
Outmoded.

No longer in fashion.

Exactly.

However, you may still be
utilized as a menial,

or a servant, perhaps.

Ah, Professor Robinson.

You have the thought machine.
Is there something you want?

There definitely is.

And what is that? I want
you to get rid of it.

Are you suggesting that
I destroy our Garden of Eden?

If you don't, I will.

You'll do no such thing.
I won't allow it.

I don't think you have
any choice, Dr. Smith.

This machine is mine.

You have no right
to harm it.

I do when it
endangers our welfare.

Very well.

Then I'll take it away. I'll
go back to the old derelict.

That, of course,
is your privilege.

I'll leave in the morning.

And if you don't mind, I'll take the
Robot with me as a servant companion.

Your precious machine can supply
all the companionship you need.

The Robot stays here.

Who needs them?
I can get along by myself.

Refusing to give me
the Robot. Indeed!

I can get along
without him too.

I have the thought machine, and
I can have anything I want.

All I have to do
is think, and poof!

It's mine.

Ah.

To you, Mona.

Ahhh.

I would like
some coffee, but,

I'm too tired.

Of course,
if I had a servant...

I say, Zachary,
would you like a servant?

Yes, Zachary.
You would like a servant.

I'd like a servant to
bring me some coffee.

Why are you still blinking?
You heard my command.

I'd like a servant
to bring me some coffee.

Coffee. Two lumps.

Two lumps.

Get away from me.
Get away!

I did ask for a servant
to bring me some coffee.

Well...

This promises
to be very interesting.

I'll have a bit of cream
with those two lumps.

You may serve me now.

I said,
you may serve me now.

How dare you disobey.

Don't forget.
I created you.

I'm the master,
and you are the servant.

You want the machine?

Oh, no. It's mine!

I don't understand it.

An hour ago, this fruit
was perfectly fresh.

Is the perma-food
unit still working?

Yes, it's working well.

But even if it
had stopped working,

the fruit wouldn't
go bad that quickly.

Well, there must be
some logical explanation.

Mother.
Look at me.

This is the dress I got
from Dr. Smith's machine.

Oh, Judy.

Another thing from the
thought machine gone bad.

And Penny's new tapes...
They won't play either.

I'll bet everything we got from that
thought machine is no longer usable.

Oh, Mother.

Not that I'm sorry it happened.
I'd just like to know why.

Maybe everything we thought
of had a time limit.

Then why did everything
go sour at once?

When things go bad
for no logical reason,

I've always
got an answer...

Smith.

I hope nothing
happened to him.

Don't worry
about him, Will.

The bad penny
always turns up.

Help! Help!

Here he is now.

Help! Help!

I've got to turn
on the force field.

Now at least
we're safe.

Safe from what?

Dad! Don!

What's he doing?

He seems to be
asking for something.

He wants my machine.

Can you imagine
anything more unreasonable?

Perhaps you'd better explain
what this is all about.

I haven't
the slightest idea.

And this time I'm
definitely not at fault.

That I don't believe.

All I did was ask for
a servant to bring me some coffee.

Hardly an impossible
demand.

Then what happened?

Then, for some
strange reason,

the thought machine
didn't function.

Instead, this...
This creature appeared,

and its attitude
was decidedly hostile.

What happened
to the thought machine?

It's hidden
in a safe place.

Smith, I want you to give
the alien what it wants.

I will not.

The machine is mine,
and I intend to keep it.

Very well,
Dr. Smith. Don.

Turn off the force field. Right.

Hey!

That alien has no
quarrel with us.

His argument's with you. So I
suggest that you settle it.

I'm shutting off
the force field.

No. Wait.

I'll give up
the machine.

I thought your good
judgment would prevail.

First thing
tomorrow morning...

Now!

But that thing
is still out there.

No, it's not, Doctor.
It's gone.

He's hiding, waiting for us.
I know it. I know it.

I'm turning it off.

You're making a mistake.
We'll be destroyed.

We're going.

We shouldn't be long, but keep the
force field on till we get back.

I will.

Please, let's turn back
before it's too late.

We're getting the machine.

The machine is
in there.

Will, get it.

Here it is.

I've given the matter
some additional thought,

and I've decided to keep the machine
in my possession after all.

One of these days soon, we'll be
returning to Earth, and this machine...

Is going back to
the derelict spaceship

where the alien
can find it.

Look at this.

He's here.

Don't make any sudden moves.
Keep calm.

He wants the machine,
Dr. Smith.

Give it to him.

I won't.
He'll kill me.

I said
give it to him!

Will, you take it.

He didn't harm me.
He didn't harm me.

That vindictive creature.
He took everything back!

He must still be
in there.

Will, don't!
Will!

He's gone, and I
couldn't be happier.

The alien meant
only good.

Dad, I don't understand.

Why did the alien
give us things

and then decide
to take them back?

Because Dr. Smith
asked for too much.

You know, he could have
had anything he wanted.

But like most people, it wasn't enough.
He wanted more.

When he tried to
create a slave,

the alien realized this.

That vindictive creature.

He would have
stayed, Doctor.

We made him leave
because we were selfish.

He must have
really heard me!

All personnel will leave
launchpad area immediately.

All personnel will leave
launchpad area immediately.

Launchpad area clear.

Why can't we watch
from outside?

That rocket
may be small,

but there's enough hyper-energy
fuel in there for a real blast.

Commence final countdown.

Ten, nine, eight...

I hope somebody finds
your message this time.

Seven, six...

One of them's bound
to land somewhere.

This better be it. It's
your sixth try. Five,

four, three,

two, one.

Liftoff.

When will
the rockets fire?

At 1,000 feet
automatically.

Is that when
the pull of gravity ends?

No. But every bit helps.
You're learning.

What do you mean,
"learning"?

I know
all about gravity.

Come on. Let go see what
my balloon's doing to it.

Space probe altitude,
200 feet.

Space probe
altitude, 300 feet.

It won't be long now.

Where do you think
it'll land?

Shipwrecked sailors don't Know
where their bottles'll land

when they toss them
into the ocean.

They just hope somebody finds
them and gets the message.

Space probe altitude,
500 feet.

Space probe altitude,
700 feet.

It'll fire
any second now.

Space probe altitude,
900 feet.

Space probe altitude,
1,000 feet.

What's holding it?

Warning. Warning.

It's coming this way.

It's coming this way!

Space probe
out of control.