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(dramatic music)

- Okay, Venus?

- Okay, Steve.

- Right, let's go.

(dramatic music)

(explosion booms) (engine roars)

(upbeat music)

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- Well, there she is Carmacie, Earth.

- Great, I'll be glad to see the end of this mission.

As a pilot, you'd make a great plumber.

- We're closing fast.

Space City must have picked us up by now.

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- How are things, Lieutenant?

- Very quiet, sir.

- Well, they can sure stay that way.

It's been pretty hectic around here lately.

- Maybe so, sir, but it livens up the routine a bit.

- Now, see here, Lieutenant,

routine may be a bore to some of you fresh guys.

- [Lieutenant] Yes, sir, but-

- No buts about it.

I'm stating a fact.

- But sir-

- There you go again.

A dependable organisation is based on routine.

What do you say to that?

- The emergency light's flashing, sir.

A spacecraft has entered the homing area

without reporting in.

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- You know, we still got the time to make a run for it.

- Are you crazy or something?

There's a million bucks worth of isotopes down there

for the taking, plus whatever else we can lay our hands on.

- [Lieutenant] Spaceship approaching Space City,

please identify.

Repeat, please identify.

- See?

What did | tell ya?

We get ourselves blown to pieces.

- You just make with the flying, uh?

And leave the brain work to me.

- No reply sir.

- [Carmacie] Raider 2X4 to Space City,

landing clearance requested.

- There you are Lieutenant.

The trouble with you is you got no patience.

- Yes sir.

Stand by 2X4.

- [Carmacie] Roger, will do.

- According to this, 2X4 isn't due for another two days.

- More likely you haven't kept it up to date.

Now, hurry up with landing instructions.

- Yes sir.

(dramatic music)

- Ah, what's keeping those guys?

- Will you just listen?

- What if 2X4 is being contacted?

- Relax.

Didn't | plan the whole thing?

- [Lieutenant] Space City to 2X4.

- 2X4.

- [Lieutenant] Clear to land on Tower Apron.

- Thanks. Roger and out.

See?

| told ya's it would work.

- Yeah, you was right.

- Ain't | always?

(laughs)

Oh, boy.

| sure can't wait to get my hands on all that loot.

- Haven't you forgotten something Lieutenant?

- | don't think so, sir.

- Then think again.

Mark 2X4 off the chart.

- Yes sir.

- Who've we got on standby?

- Colonel Zodiac, sir.

(light music)

- It's real boss, Steve.

| sure like the new decor.

- Thanks for your help, Venus.

A woman's touch makes all the difference.

- Zuni finds it comfortable anyway.

- Comfortable.

(Steve laughs)

Have you any idea where Matt's got to?

- He said he was going to get something special

for the apartment.

(doorbell rings)

- I'll get it.

(light music)

- Who is it, Steve?

Matthew?

- [Steve] Sure is.

(equipment crashes)

- Well, don't just stand there.

Give us a hand.

- Tell me Matthew.

Are you moving out of Fireball

and coming to live here or something?

- Nothing of the sort.

I'm sure you'll agree, Steve, that no place is complete

without its own burglar alarm.

- Burglar alarm?

- That's what | said.

- Professor.

Who's going to rob Space City?

- The alarm can't tell ya that Venus,

but | promise you it'll stop them.

- | do not think | need one.

- You uh, you've got a wall safe?

- Well, yeah.

- Yeah, and in it you keep valuable papers?

- | know but-

- If anyone got their hands on your astronaut licence,

your identity papers, your-

- Okay Matt but no dramas.

- And please, Professor, no mess.

I've just finished making everything pretty.

(light music) (hammer bangs)

(light music)

- Finished.

Now, open the door, Steve.

- Are you sure it's going to work, Professor?

- Of course.

- Nothing can go wrong?

- Not a thing.

- Maybe you better try it.

- Oh, no, no, Steve.

It's your apartment.

- Ah, well, here goes.

(explosion booms)

(sad trombone music)

(Matt laughs)

- Well (laughs) it seems | was using too much power.

- It's a pity you didn't think of that before.

- Oh, no, no.

Don't worry.

| can soon fix it.

(sad trombone music)

(aircraft engine whirls)

(engine booms)

- [Al] Made it.

What now Carmacie?

- [Carmacie] We wait.

- [Al] Here?

- [Carmacie] Yeah.

The personnel are just coming off duty.

We move as soon as it gets dark.

- Okay Steve, | fixed it.

- Okay, but this time you open the door.

- No, no, no just listen to this. (giggles)

(alarm rings)

It works, listen.

It works.

- | can hear it.

Now turn it off.

- Turn it off?

Now, now that's something | didn't work out.

(alarm rings)

- Can't you think of a way to stop it?

- | uh, tried to.

But what can | do with all this noise?

- I'm tired of this.

What's going on?

(Zuni grunts and moans)

- Well done Zuni.

- The Professor sure gets up to some tooty things

but this'll take some beating.

Will you please remember, Matthew, that

this is World's Space Patrol headquarters not a circus?

- Sorry, Commander.

Steve, I'll uh, I'll have it in working order by tonight.

- | don't care what you do with it, Matt.

| wish | had never seen it.

(sombre music)

(dramatic music)

- Let's make a move.

Everybody will be asleep by now.

- Yeah, yeah I'll get the tools.

(suspenseful music)

- Colonel Zodiac, astronaut, Space Patrol.

Hey, a Space Patrol astronaut.

Hey, think what we would do with his identification papers.

We could really plan a raid.

- Yeah, we could get a uniform as well.

- Ah, good thinking, Al.

Well, what are ya waiting for?

(suspenseful music)

Oh.

Hurry Al.

- [Al] Don't rush me.

Relax, take it easy.

Okay.

She's ready to open.

Just push.

- [Carmacie] Hey, hey Al.

Do ya reckon they have an alarm?

- Nah, only on the main doors to the building.

That's all.

(spring rattles)

What was that?

- No idea.

(Steve moans)

Come on.

Let's take this place apart and get out of here.

(light music)

(explosion booms)

(engine revs)

(engine booms)

(Steve groans and yawns)

- Gee, what's been happening?

- Commander, it's an emergency, you're not wearing your uniform.

- Very observant, Lieutenant.

What's the emergency?

- I'm tracking a spaceship from here.

It's heading for the planet, Conva.

- The prison planet, the space pen.

So that's it.

- My identification papers have been stolen, Commander.

- And my uniform, but that's not half of it.

The isotope store was raided.

They cleaned the place out.

- Spacecraft will soon be out of range of space radar.

- Okay, our birds are flown, Steve,

and there's not much we can do about it.

- Fireball's ready.

We could get after them.

- Ah, they're headed for Conva, the space penitentiary.

- Isn't there some trouble up there?

- Yeah, but we don't wanna move in

until we get the word from General Shan

that he's got the situation under control.

You going there could spoil his whole plan, Steve.

- Well, there is one thing we can do.

- Well, let's hear it.

- Well with Fireball ready to go, you could let us take off.

(engine booms)

(engine whirs)

- Attention all Space Patrol units.

Top priority call.

Dangerous criminals have stolen Fireball XL5.

Intercept and destroy.

Intercept and destroy.

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- [Venus] So that's the planet Conva.

- Better known as a space pen, Venus.

Let's hope they've heard the phoney radio message

that Commander Zero sent out.

- You mean about Fireball being stolen?

What are our plans once we've landed, Steve?

- Well all being well,

| hope we can contact this General Shan.

- Mugsy to gang leader.

Code 45, zero rare.

- Okay, Matt.

| mean Mugsy.

Preparing to land.

- | think the Professor is enjoying himself.

- Yes, before we left he watched an old gangster film

in the movie library.

He's been playing the part ever since.

- Steve, the gravity on Conva is so low

that | think we take Fireball

and Fireball Junior down in one piece.

Liftoff should present no problems.

- Okay, Professor.

- Not Professor.

Mugsy.

(Steve laughs)

- All right Mugsy, going in now.

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(engine whirs)

- Gee, it's a long way down.

- With this gravity, we'll simply be able to float down.

- At least we don't need oxygen pills.

There's plenty of air to breathe.

(dramatic music)

- [Matt] Steve, | can't stop.

- You can now.

Get your hands up.

- Want to play it tough, hey?

Think you're smart?

- Shut up.

Okay, Al.

Check the number.

- It's XL5 all right.

- Hey, is this ship yours?

- Yeah, it is wise guy.

Why?

Do you want to buy it?

- Buy it?

(Carmacie laughs)

That's a good one, hey Al?

- Yeah, yeah. (laughs)

- Okay, okay, you're all right.

But we had to make sure.

- Well, now we've seen us.

Beat it.

We're gonna have a look around.

- And we're coming right with us.

The boss wants to see you first.

Now, get going.

(light music)

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This is where we keep the loot.

- | thought we were going to see the President.

- He lives here with his wife.

He can't bear to be parted from this stuff.

- Is this where all the loot's kept?

- Yeah, but don't get no fancy ideas.

- | wasn't.

Just thinking you'll need a bigger place than this

when me and my gang get started.

(lock clicks)

- And treat the boss and his lady with respect.

They're bigger crooks than all of us put together.

- Sure they are.

That's why they was voted in.

Hey, go and find the boss, Al.

I'll watch them.

(sombre music)

- Just look at all this stuff, Steve.

It must be worth millions and millions of dollars.

- We'll have to try and get it back, but how?

- There's the Commander's uniform.

- [Steve] And my astronaut papers.

- Hey, hey, what goes with all the whispering?

- Just admiring the view, that's all.

- Arrest them.

- Space Spy.

- Get those hands up.

Now, what goes on?

- They're not criminals, Carmacie. y

This is the Colonel Steve Zodiac of the Space Patrol.

- Why you dirty, double crossers.

Now let me deal with them.

I'll show him what happens on Conva

with people found guilty of being honest.

- Did you say honest?

- They're honest all right.

And courageous too.

- Disgusting.

- Okay boys, get them out of here.

(light music)

- Take it easy, Venus.

We'll get out of this somehow.

- | wish | could believe that, Steve.

- Nothing could be worse than this.

(Carmacie laughs)

- I'm gonna enjoy this, Al.

- Yeah.

They'd be real scared if they know what they was in for.

- | don't like it.

- What don't you like?

- Colonel Zodiac of the Space Patrol coming here.

- You old toot.

Can't you see it's the best thing that could've happened?

- Uh, uh, where are you going?

- While Zodiac and his friends are dealt with,

we leave with all this lovely loot.

(light music)

- All finished.

- Nothing could save you now, Colonel Zodiac.

- Just what are you planning to do?

- As soon as we leave the room.

- Shut up, Al.

They'll find out soon enough.

(dramatic music)

(Boris giggles)

- With this low gravity, we'll clear the place in no time.

- Stop blabbing.

We haven't got all day.

(suspenseful music)

- [Venus] Why don't they just get it over with?

- Now, now steady Venus.

Don't give up hope.

- Okay, Al.

Now.

(dramatic music)

- Listen. (machine bubbles)

Did you hear anything?

- Sounds like water.

- Yeah, | guess they're gonna flood this place.

- And we'll just drown.

Oh, oh, Steve.

(water gurgles) (dramatic music)

- Once we've cleared this place out,

we'll get to the spaceship.

- Millions and millions of dollars for us.

- And the end of Steve Zodiac.

It couldn't have worked out better.

(water gurgles) (dramatic music)

- [Venus] What has happened to General Shan?

(water gurgles) (dramatic music)

- That's the lot.

Let's get to the spaceship.

(water gurgles) (dramatic music)

- It's no good.

These straps are too strong.

- [Carmacie] Good bye Steve Zodiac.

- Put your hands up both of you.

- [Al] General Shan.

- You start turning that wheel.

Come on, you heard me.

- Stay where you are, Al.

The bosses will show up soon.

He won't be so big then.

- Sorry to disappoint you,

but your bosses are making off with the loot.

- Yeah, there seems to be some activity outside, Steve.

- Perhaps, perhaps it's help after all, Steve.

- There's not much time left.

- What are you waiting for?

- Uh, the wheel, it's stuck.

- And if you don't want me to pull the trigger, try harder.

- [Al] Okay, okay.

(suspenseful music)

- Stand by to get them out.

(dramatic music)

- I'll check the fuel and supplies.

You can do the load and be as quick as you can.

- Thanks General.

But for you-

- Glad to be of assistance. | can handle this end now.

- Yes, and we've got to stop Space Spy.

- Yeah, come on Matt.

- Everything in order?

Good.

What is Boris doing?

Why haven't you started the loading?

- Steve Zodiac is coming.

- Zodiac.

This is General Shan's doing.

Prepare for take off.

(dramatic music)

(engine booms)

- Oh darn.

We were just too late.

- Make for Fireball and hurry.

(dramatic music)

- Interceptor range 23, 45.

- Standing by with interceptor one.

- Roger.

Standing by to correct course.

- [Robert the Robot] Standing by to correct a course.

(dramatic music)

- Fire one.

- Five, four,

three, two,

one, zero and go.

(missile hisses)

(explosion booms)

(spaceship crashes and booms)

(debris clangs)

(debris crashes)

- You just wait Steve Zodiac.

Our day will come.

(debris bongs)

¢ | wish | was a spaceman f

~ The fastest guy alive J

£ I'd fly you around the universe J

J In Fireball XL5 I

£ Way out in space together J

£ Conquerors of the sky I

f My heart would be a fireball

~

f Every time | gazed into your starry eyes f

¢ We'd take the path to Jupiter

£ And maybe very soon f

~ We'd cruise along the Milky Way J

£~ And land upon the Moon J

¢ To a wonderland of stardust f

S We'll zoom our way to Mars f

f My heart would be a fireball

~

~'Cause you would be my Venus of the stars I