Original subtitles

(dramatic music)

- Okay, Venus?

- Okay, Steve.

- Right, let's go!

(dramatic music)

(rockets booming)

(ominous music)

(alarms blaring)

(harp music)

- Hm, this diary sure has some hair-raising sequences in it.

(harp music)

It's working, we're slowing up.

- Steve, the fuel has run out.

We can't use the retros again.

- Hold tight, we're gonna crash land.

(branches snapping)

(harp music)

- [Narrator] But there was more trouble to come.

(harp music)

(lion growling)

- By Jupiter, the animals are three times the size too.

Help!

(plucky music)

(Matt yelling)

- Matt, use your thruster pack!

(thruster hissing)

- Steve.

(harp music)

- [Narrator] And now a vacation.

(dramatic music)

- Have a good vacation.

You certainly deserve it.

- Thanks, Matt.

You sure you won't come along too?

- I'm sure, but thanks for the invite.

- Mrs. Zero thinks it's real boss having Lazoon to stay.

- Now you mind you behave yourself, Zoonie.

- Welcome home.

- And don't forget to take those sedative pills

| prescribed for you, Matt,

so you get a good night's sleep.

- Yeah, yeah, don't fuss so, Venus.

- Okay, shall we go, Venus?

- Okay, Steve.

Goodbye, everybody.

- And don't forget, no calls unless it's really urgent.

(pleasant music)

- Welcome home.

- Gee, Mom, will you get another pack

of Martian Crunches today from the superstore

so | can have the launching ramp

to go with my Fireball XL5 model?

- I'll see, Jonathan dear.

Just you eat up all your breakfast.

Lazoon will be here any minute.

- The Lazoon!

Gee, Mom, do you think he'll play

cowboys and moon Indians with me?

- Now, now, Jonathan, you mustn't scare him.

The Lazoon's a gentle creature.

Now come on, eat up your breakfast

or you'll never grow up to be a big spaceman.

(gentle music)

- Delicious chocolate, Uncle Hans.

Just the thing after a long journey.

- A specialty of the house.

- Oh it's such a pity Matt isn't here.

He'd love this old chalet.

- Ah, he works too hard, that one, much too hard.

(plucky music)

- Well, just look at those arm joint bushies.

You sure were overdue for a service, Robert.

You might've let us down at a vital moment.

- Well, | hope | did the right thing

having the Lazoon to stay with us

while Steve and Venus are on vacation.

So long as he stays with Eleanor, | guess it's okay.

- Stick 'em up, Lazoon, or I'll send you into orbit.

- Welcome home, welcome home.

- No, no, Zoonie, stick 'em up.

- I'm sorry, dear.

| can't hear a word you're saying.

It's Jonathan and the Lazoon.

- | can't hear a word you're saying, Eleanor.

It's Jonathan and the Lazoon, for Pete's sake.

- Jonathan, please be quiet.

| am trying to speak to your father.

- Sorry, Ma, but Zoonie's such a tooty.

- Well honey, he'll just have to be a tooty for a moment.

- Okay, Mom.

- Welcome home.

- Like | was saying, Wilbur, it's Mother.

- What about your mother?

- She's sick, Wilbur.

I'm afraid I'll have to go to her.

- But what about Jonathan and the Lazoon?

- Well, | can't take them with me, Wilbur.

You'll have to look after them.

- What?

Look after the Lazoon?

I've got to look after the Lazoon?

(pleasant music)

- Well, it may not be super space, Steve,

but it's good to be skating again.

- | feel really relaxed for the first time in years.

(pleasant music)

(harp music)

(upbeat music)

(pleasant music)

- That's better.

You look a different robot.

All we have to do now

is test you in the Fireball XL5 simulator.

Come on, Robert.

(plucky music)

- All electronic checks on Fireball completed, sir.

Only neutroni is nonoperational.

- Get the neutroni engineers to fix it

first thing in the morning.

- Okay, sir.

- Gee, Pop, can we go for a ride in Fireball now?

- For the last time, no, Jonathan!

- Oh, go on, Pop.

Be a real boss guy.

- No, and if you don't go and sit down,

I'll break all the psychological rules for parents

and belt you!

Understand?

- Yeah, Pop.

Gee.

| wish Mom hadn't gone away.

- Yeah, you can say that again.

- All | want is a ride in a spaceship.

Boy, is my pop in need of psychoanalysis.

Wait 'til | tell the parent psychologist about him.

- Proceeding with routine rocket power tests, sir.

Igniting.

(rockets booming)

Power A-okay.

- Increase power.

- Increasing.

(rockets booming)

- Welcome home.

Welcome home.

- Full power.

- Full power.

(rocket booming)

- Cut full power.

We don't want Fireball taking off.

- Cutting full power.

Full power A-okay.

- Full power.

(pleasant music)

- Full power, Robert.

Full power.

- Full power.

- Cut power.

- Cut the power.

- Good, Robert.

| reckon your reactions were at least three seconds faster.

And now that I've given you a good overhaul.

(eerie music)

- Gee, that kid.

Like a human thruster pack.

- Guard Fireball.

Guard Fireball XL5.

- Now you, | suppose | ought to take

the sedative pills Venus prescribed.

She's bound to ask when she gets back.

That's the trouble with Venus.

She can always tell when I'm telling a lie,

even if it is a white one.

- How was your dear mother, Eleanor?

- Oh, she'll be okay, Wilbur.

Just one of her little attacks, you know.

- Well, it's a wonder | didn't have

one of my little attacks looking after Jonathan.

| tell you, Eleanor, he needs a psychiatrist real bad.

- Ah nonsense, Wilbur.

If you could see him sleeping peacefully

in his little bed now, you wouldn't say a thing like that.

(wonky music)

(crickets chirping)

- Come on, come on, wake up, you lazy old Lazoon.

- Welcome home.

Welcome home.

- No, no, no, Zoonie.

That's no good.

If you're gonna be my co-pilot of Fireball,

say full power.

(Zoonie yawns)

- Welcome home.

- No, no!

Full power, Zoonie, full power!

- [Zoonie] Welcome home, welcome-

- No, no no, Zoonie.

Full power!

Oh, Zoonie, you'll never make a space pilot.

(suspenseful music)

Gee, gee isn't it great, Zoonie?

- Welcome home!

- This is the most.

Say, get a load of this robot character.

- Full power.

- He said it, he said it!

- Full power, full power!

- Full power, full power.

(rockets booming)

- Say, say what's happening?

Stop!

Robot, stop, robot.

Please, please help.

- Full power, full power,

full power, full power!

(Zoonie whimpering)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(alarms blaring)

- Emergency, emergency!

Get me Commander Zero, priority call.

- Wilbur?

Wilbur, wake up!

What is that?

- What is what, Eleanor?

Why, it's only the red alarm.

The alarm?

- [Ninety] Lieutenant Ninety to Commander Zero.

Lieutenant Ninety to Commander Zero!

- What is it, Lieutenant?

- [Ninety] It's Fireball XL5, sir.

An unauthorised takeoff.

- Oh dear, all this noise.

It'll wake Jonathan.

| better go to him in case he's scared.

- What shall | do, sir?

- [Zero] Call Fireball on the neutroni, you idiot.

- |, | can't, sir.

It's out of order.

Remember?

- Yeah, yeah, okay, I'll be right over, Lieutenant.

- Jonathan?

Jonathan, honey.

Are you awake?

(ominous music)

Jonathan!

Wilbur, Wilbur!

- What is it, Eleanor?

- Jonathan's gone!

He's been kidnapped, | know, kidnapped!

- Stop, stop, | said stop, robot.

- Incorrect command.

| do not understand.

Full power maintained.

- Welcome home.

Full power.

- Will you quit saying that, Zoonie?

Oh, if only | could remember

the order Pop gave to stop the motors.

Halt, finish, shut off.

- Incorrect command.

| do not understand.

Full power maintained.

- Oh, oh help, help, Mom.

(gentle music) (table thudding)

(ominous music)

- [Wilbur] That will be Fireball.

- [Eleanor] But it's going so fast.

- It must be going at full power.

Whoever is at the controls must be crazy.

- Oh Wilbur, do you think Jonathan's on board?

| mean, maybe he's right here in Space City after all.

- Maybe he is.

Try not to worry, dear.

If he is, we'll soon find him.

I've got every available patrol searching.

- Commander, one of the men has just found this.

- [Eleanor] Jonathan's spaceship!

- Where, where was it found, Lieutenant?

- On the apron right near the launching ramp, sir.

- Okay Lieutenant, get XL1 ready for takeoff.

- Yes, sir. - Jonathan, baby!

(intense music)

- Hey, is anyone in there?

Professor Matic, Professor Matic, are you in there?

(ominous music)

- Full power maintained.

(suspenseful music)

- Gee, Zoonie.

What are we gonna do?

- Welcome home.

- You go home now, Eleanor,

just in case he should show up in Space City.

- All right, Wilbur, if you say so.

(gentle music)

(harp music)

(ominous music)

- Ready, Lieutenant?

- XL1 ready for takeoff as soon as we are, Sir.

- Okay, let's go!

(rockets booming)

Full power. - Full power!

(rockets booming)

(gentle music)

- Come on, Steve, we've got a lot of skating to get in.

- And this is a vacation?

- Are you sure you wouldn't like me to go to the village

to get a newspaper, Steve?

- No, no thanks, Uncle Hans.

We've promised ourselves that we won't look at a paper

or TV or listen to the radio the whole time we're here.

- Well, if there is any news,

we shall hear it soon enough when we get back to Space City.

- Meanwhile, they can get along without us very well.

- Can't you get any more power?

- She'll blow up, sir.

- So will XL5 if we don't reach her soon.

(dramatic music)

- Stop, stop.

- Incorrect command.

Do not understand.

(intense music)

- [Control] Space control to XL1.

Continue course red, zero, blue.

- [Wilbur] Will do!

What about XL5, control?

- [Control] Still proceeding, maximum speed.

- [Wilbur] She'll blow up.

The engines must be white hot.

Step on it, Lieutenant, or we'll be too late.

(intense music)

(explosions booming)

- [Control] Control to XL1.

XL5 power unit has stopped.

- | don't like the sound of that.

Fire boosters, Lieutenant.

- But sir- - Fire boosters, | say!

We haven't much time.

Any risk is justified.

(intense music)

(flames crackling)

(extinguisher hissing)

There she is, look at that smoke!

She must've been on fire for hours.

We better get over there right away.

(dramatic music)

Jonathan!

He's still alive, but the fire.

| don't understand.

How did it go out?

- Over here, sir.

The Lazoon and the ray extinguisher.

- Why, that loopy Lazoon.

He must have more sense than | thought.

- Hm, a real boss welcome home, eh Venus?

Well, that's the last time

we leave Space City for a vacation.

- Where is Fireball now?

- The commander is bringing her back.

(upbeat music)

- Easy now, easy.

Now the retros.

(steam hissing)

No power.

That does it.

(explosion booms)

- Ouch, my spaceship.

Someone should give the commander driving lessons.

- Hey, get off me you wretched robot.

(Matt groans)

- Gee, what a boss sleep.

Best night I've had for years.

- But Jonathan, honey, how did Fireball ever take off?

- | don't know Mom, do you Zoonie?

- Welcome home.

(plucky music)

(upbeat music)

¢ | wish | was a spaceman f

~ The fastest guy alive J

£ I'd fly you round the universe 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

£ Through a wonderland of stardust I

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