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(dramatic music)

- Okay, Venus.

- Okay, Steve.

- Right, let's go.

(dramatic music)

(engines roaring)

- Robots of the jury, how do you find the prisoners?

Guilty or not guilty?

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- What a mess.

The last robot disappeared on May 27th,

and here it is August, and we're no nearer to the answer.

- Let me get this straight, Commander Zero.

Four planets have reported that their top robots

have just vanished into thin air.

- That's right, Steve.

Vanished without trace.

The governments of these planets are screaming for action.

- But we can't act if we have no clues.

- Yeah.

Where could the robots go and why?

- It beats me, Steve.

- Oh, hi, Matt.

We're just talking about the missing robots.

You got any theories?

- Well, maybe we should ask professor Al Himber.

- The robot expert?

But why ask him?

- Well, it may be just a coincidence,

but on his recent lecture tour,

each one of the planets he visited

lost their top robot.

- That sounds interesting.

Well, he's due to arrive

to lecture at Space City this evening.

| think this calls for a plan of action, gentlemen.

- The warning device is ready, Steve.

I'll just get it fixed to Robert's circuit.

- Steve, do you really think that Professor Himber

will try to steal Robert?

- Well, look at it this way, Venus.

We suspect him of taking those other four robots,

and they were the best on each planet.

- Now, Robert is Earth's best robot.

So he may try to steal him.

- | see.

And Matt's device will give us a warning.

But how does he do it?

- Well, that we don't know Venus.

But remember, he's a genius with robots.

If any man could do it, he could.

(dramatic music)

- And in conclusion,

| would like to say how much | admire

the work of your very own Professor Matthew Matic.

Indeed, | would go so far as to say

that Professor Matic's invention,

known affectionately as Robert the robot,

is perhaps one of the finest mechanical creations

of our modern world.

(applause)

(mysterious music)

- What a beautiful creation.

Very soon it will be mine.

Now to put my plan into operation.

Wait, what is this?

(chuckling)

The fools.

Do Zodiac and Matic think I'm as primitive as they?

An alarm system.

Really, Professor Matic,

you'll have to do better than that.

(chuckling)

(engines roaring)

- Professor Himber's spaceship has lifted off

A-OK, commander.

- Roger, Lieutenant.

- Well, Steve, | guess we can count out Professor Himber.

Robert's okay.

- Yeah.

| guess we're back where we started,

without a lead on those missing robots.

Let's get back to the control room.

- Well, Steve, guess we better return

to our previous procedure.

Lieutenant Ninety, alert the XL1 crew.

They're the next ship on patrol.

- But sending out our patrol ships

to search for missing robots is getting us nowhere.

- Steve, there's a certain routine in these matters,

and I'm following that routine.

Prepare XL1 for liftoff, Lieutenant.

- Roger, Commander.

Launch area commander,

XL1 can proceed to launch rail.

XL1 in launch position, Commander.

- [Commander] Okay, Lieutenant.

(alarm ringing)

- Robert.

(beeping)

- We must stop him.

I'll use the remote controls on your desk, Commander.

- Sure, Professor.

(beeping)

- What's gone wrong?

The controls are functioning, but Robert doesn't respond.

- Turn off the remote, Matt.

Robert's blowing his top.

- He must be on a fixed control, but how?

- It looks as though we were right about Professor Himber.

He must've spotted your alarm system, Mait.

- Yeah, that must be it.

He cut your system and fitted his own controls

to take over the robot.

- Yeah, ‘course.

When the controls don't start working,

and Himber is far into space.

(beeping)

- | think Robert's going to help us solve this mystery.

- [Commander] Hey, hey, he's making for the launch rail.

- Yeah.

Just as | figured.

Looks as those he's obeying orders to take off on XL1.

Check the homing device, Matt.

Let's hope Himber missed it when he fixed Robert.

(beeping)

- [Matt] Okay, Steve.

It's working.

- Right.

As soon as XL1 has cleared the launch rail,

we'll prepare Fireball XL5 and track Robert.

(beeping)

(engines roaring)

- [Commander] Prepare Fireball XL5 for launching.

- Roger, Commander.

Emergency red.

Emergency red.

XL5 required for immediate takeoff.

(alarm blaring)

- Robert's homing signal coming through to XL5, Matt?

- It sure is, Steve.

Course 2950 blue.

(engines roaring)

- Here we go, Venus.

(dramatic music)

- As long as Robert's homing signal comes in,

we can't lose him.

- Yeah, Venus.

We'd better settle down for a long flight, | guess.

Professor Himber wouldn't be fool enough

to take the stolen robots to one of the near planets.

(dramatic music)

- Radio Space City and give Earth our position, Venus.

- Okay, Steve.

XL5 to Space City.

Come in, please, come in.

The radio seems dead, Steve.

Check it out, will you, Matt?

- Right, Steve.

- Say, Steve, the radio beam has been jammed.

We've lost all contact outside the ship.

The jamming is coming from the planet.

- It must be Professor Himber's doing.

That's just great.

Three months away from earth,

about to land on a planet that could be hostile,

and we can't even give our position.

Well, folks, from now on, we're strictly on our own.

(dramatic music)

- Preparing to disconnect nose cone.

- Okay, Steve.

Main body of ship on automatic orbit control.

- XL1 is landing on the planet, Steve.

(beeping)

(beeping)

- Look, Steve, look.

- What is it?

- It's a robot tank called a blaster machine.

It'll destroy anything that lives.

(explosion)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- Rise to your feet.

Our great master comes.

- Huh?

What happened?

- We were paralysed.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

What's all this about the great master?

- |am the great master, Colonel Zodiac.

The guard is one of my subjects.

- Subjects?

What's this all about, Himber?

- | have created a race of robots, Zodiac.

Beautiful machines that do exactly as | tell them.

- You mean Planet A2 is inhabited by robots?

- This is Robotvia, the world of mechanical men,

with me, their supreme leader.

- You're crazy.

- No, Steve.

He must be sick.

- You will soon be released from the dungeon.

For the Robotvia court sits in 30 minutes

and you will all be standing there.

- You are charged with causing damage

to an inhabitant of Robotvia.

- What's it talking about, Steve?

- That blasting machine we put out of action.

- Say,

look at Professor Himber,

operating those machines.

He's as crazy as a toot.

- Itis time the prosecutor outlined his case.

1, | will operate the controls.

- The case is simple.

They injured the blasting machine.

The verdict must be guilty.

- This is ridiculous.

That robot only says what Himber tells it to say.

- What have the prisoners to say in their defence?

- [Steve] Now listen, Himber, this has gone far enough.

- You're making a mockery of my trial, Zodiac.

Defend yourselves.

You must answer the charge.

Answer the charge.

- Answer the charge.

Answer the charge.

Answer-

(buzzing)

- | guess the prosecutor is as crazy as its master.

- Silence, Zodiac!

Now, see what you've done.

You ruined my trial.

It must end.

No one, no one can make fun of my beautiful robots.

- Robots of the jury, how do you find the prisoners,

Colonel Steve Zodiac,

Professor Matthew Matic,

and Dr. Venus of the earth spaceship Fireball XL5?

Guilty or not guilty?

(dramatic music)

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- Guilty.

- You will work for the rest of your life

curing the sick people of Robotvia.

(dramatic music)

- Hold tight, Venus.

Guess we're being taken to the prison workshop.

Well, | can't say I'm thrilled at the prospect

of mending busted robots for the rest of my life.

- Yep, things sure look hopeless.

- What about Space City, Steve?

Do you think that'll find us?

- The universe is a pretty big place, Venus.

They haven't a clue where we are.

- | wonder what's happened to Robert?

Maybe he could help us escape.

- Unless he's still in Professor Himber's control.

- Well, | guess Himber means to keep us busy.

- [Steve] Yeah, and | mean to find a way out of here.

- [Matt] Yeah, sure, Steve.

But how can you fight a planet of robots?

- You a wise, Professor Matic.

There is no escape.

The guard robot will be right outside this door.

You will be fed regularly by an old friend of yours.

- Robert.

Robert, ignore all previous orders.

Obey me.

(laughing)

- Itis no good, Zodiac.

Robert is in my power.

Now, | will leave you to your work.

Your first task will be to mend the blasting machine

you damaged.

- He must've changed Robert's control frequencies.

- Yes, Steve.

I'll change them back to our control.

Now, now, now.

Now, steady, old lad

I'm gonna help you back on the right side.

Ow!

- Sorry, Robert, old pal, but | just gotta do this.

(buzzing)

(dramatic music)

Robert's out of action, Matt.

He's all yours.

- There.

Robert's back to normal again, Steve.

- Great, Matt.

Now to start work on that blasting machine we damaged.

We're gonna need that when we escape.

- Steve, these other robots we've got to repair,

couldn't we switch them all to our own frequency?

- Yeah, and turn them against their master.

It's a great idea, Venus.

Could it be done, Matt?

- | guess so,

if | whipped up a new remote control box.

Come on.

Let's get started.

The remote control box is ready, Steve.

What's the plan of campaign?

- After Robert has taken care of the guard outside,

we will send the prosecutor back to his master.

He will fix Himber's control panel

so that we won't be seen.

And all the other robots under his control

will be put out of action.

- Then we go in with the blasting machine, huh?

- That's it, Matt.

Okay, Robert.

Proceed to carry out instructions.

- Proceed to carry out instructions.

Do not attempt to pass.

- [Steve] Okay, prosecutor.

Get out there and fix Himber's controls as instructed.

- Hmm.

| must begin work on my latest robot creation.

| will order Professor Matic to help me.

Why, it is my faithful prosecutor.

So you have returned fit and well from the workshop.

That's right, Mr. Prosecutor,

come in and make yourself comfortable.

lam going to build you a new brother.

What are you doing?

Stop that.

Stop that at once.

| order you.

| order you!

He's no longer in my control.

Zodiac and Matic must have tampered with him.

They must be punished.

They must be punished.

- Okay, Matt.

Let's blast our way into the building.

The prosecutor should have done his work by now.

- Right, Steve.

(blasting)

- Zodiac thinks he has beaten me,

but there is one robot machine he cannot turn against me.

It is geared to come to my aid at any time of danger.

The paralyzer tank.

(ominous music)

- You're finished, Himber.

Put down that ray gun.

- I'm not finished yet, Zodiac.

You'll see.

- Please, Professor.

You're sick.

Let us help you.

- You are the ones who need help.

You will never see Earth again.

(tense music)

- Steve, Matt, behind us.

(explosion)

(sobbing)

- I'm finished.

All my beautiful machines have deserted me.

My world of robots has been destroyed.

- Come on, Steve.

Let's get the professor back to Earth.

He'll never recover while he's here.

- Poor old Himber.

He sure was a brilliant man.

- Well, it proves one thing.

Machines and robots will never replace mankind.

- What do you got to say about that, Robert?

- On our way home, on our way home.

¢ | 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

£ Compass on the sky f

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

f We'll zoom away to Mars S

f My heart would be a fireball

~

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