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(dramatic music)

- Okay, Venus?

- Okay, Steve!

- Right, let's go!

(dramatic music)

(rocket engine booms)

(energetic music)

(upbeat music)

- Check the position of patrol ship XL-19, lieutenant!

(Lieutenant snoring)

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant Ninety, wake up!

- Oh, gee, | dropped off, sir.

- I'll say you did, for the fifth time today!

- I'm sorry, sir.

It won't happen again.

- You're darn right it won't!

- | guess I'm not myself today, commander.

What with the exams and all, I'm-

- You knuckleheaded apology for a spaceman!

How do you expect to become a bachelor of space

if you can't stay awake?

Exams, hah!

When | was going through the practical designing course,

| managed to keep my eyes open

and pass my exams with honours!

But you've got to be alert, on the ball!

Have your eyes open for 60 minutes every hour!

That's what makes a good controller!

But you'll never make one!

Well?

- Sorry sir, it's this drawing I've had to do for the exams.

- Drawing?

(Commander laughs)

Whoever heard of a space radar scanner

that could foretell the future?

We're not running a restroom for retired

Mercurian molidisauruses!

Get out of here and get some sleep!

You're wasting my time.

- But sir, I-

- Don't answer back, Lieutenant!

I've given you an order!

Now get outta here!

- I'm sorry, Commander Zero, sir!

(sombre music)

- Get out!

(Commander scoffs)

- Gripe, gripe, gripe, that's all he does these days.

You'd think he'd understand.

Things are tough for me right now.

Oh well.

| guess I'll get back to my quarters and grab some sleep.

Oh boy, for just one day,

I'd like to outrank Commander Zero.

Be a general!

Oh, I'd show him what it's like to be shouted at.

Yes, sir.

(dreamy music)

(Lieutenant Ninety humming)

Gee, it's a great morning.

The sun's shining, | feel on top of the world!

It's the sort of day that everything good happens!

(knocking on door)

Sounds like the mailman's call.

(upbeat music)

Hey!

| can't believe it!

| just can't believe it!

And in recognition of your outstanding contribution

to the technical progress of the World Space Patrol

by your revolutionary radar apparatus design

to be used throughout the universe,

you are forthwith promoted to the rank of

Space General!

General!

General Ninety!

Space General Ninety!

Yippee!

I'm a general!

I'm a general!

I'm a G-E-N-E-R-A-L!

Yippee!

(Commander Zero yawning)

- What a beautiful day.

Sort of day when everything goes right.

- Wilbur!

You should have been on duty an hour ago.

- Okay, my love, I'm just about to get dressed.

- Hmm, | bet that nice Lieutenant Ninety is at work already.

Why can't you be alert and punctual like him?

- (laughs) He gets in early so he can catch up on his sleep!

Why can't | be like him?

(scoffs) Lieutenant Ninety!

(Commander Zero laughing)

I'll tell you why I'm not like him.

Because | don't want to be like him, that's why!

- You're shouting, dear.

- |am not shouting!

- Your breakfast is ready.

- | don't want any breakfast.

| just want coffee!

Now stop beefing and leave me alone!

(western music)

(gunshots banging)

- | don't know what's got into your father

in the mornings, Jonathan.

He sure is uppity.

- Can | have his breakfast, Mom?

| heard him say he didn't want it.

- Yes, son, you can have it.

| haven't got time.

| wouldn't like to keep Lieutenant Ninety waiting.

He's on the ball!

Why can't | be like him?

- Boy, is he in a sour mood today.

| wouldn't like to be in Lieutenant Ninety's shoes.

(bright music)

(triumphant music)

- Good morning, lieutenant.

| mean, General Ninety, sir.

I've installed your new radar apparatus, sir.

- Thank you, Jock.

You've done a good job.

Guess you've been working all night, huh?

- Well, yes, sir.

I've been at it pretty hard.

| was due to start my vacation today.

- Oh, vacation, huh?

And you've earned it, Jock.

Oh, say, the rocket for the holiday planet Olympus

left two hours ago.

- Yes sir, again.

- You just leave it to me.

I'll arrange transport.

The best available.

You're a good man, Jock,

a credit to the World Space Patrol.

- Ah, that's very good of you to say so, sir.

With your permission, I'll get my luggage together.

- Of course, of course, of course.

Carry on and don't worry about a thing.

Leave it all to me.

Now, where is Commander Zero?

Mm-hmm!

Late again!

- Good morning, Commander Zero.

(Commander scoffs)

- We've got a lot of work to do today, Lieutenant Ninety.

These computers have to be re-governed and synchronised!

Can't afford to make any mistakes!

Lieutenant Ninety, I'm talking to you!

Will you answer me?

I've noticed that you're getting very lax

in discipline lately.

It's gotta...

(silly music)

But, but, but...

- When you address me in future, Commander, say sir.

(Commander stammering)

Speak up, man!

- | was just thinking aloud, sir.

- Well, don't think, man, just do as you're told.

I'll do the thinking.

Get Colonel Zodiac up here fast.

There's a mission | want him to carry out.

(dramatic music)

- You want me to do what?

Now look here, Lieutenant, | mean, General.

- Are you questioning my orders, Zodiac?

- With respect, sir,

I'm not a cab driver or a messenger boy.

I'm a patrol astronaut,

and Fireball XL5 is a patrol ship, not a holiday bus!

- You are questioning my orders.

I'd be mighty careful if | were you, Zodiac.

Now just do as you're told.

Transport Jock to Olympus and do it now!

(rocket whooshing)

- Fireball XL5 free of Earth's atmosphere, General, sir.

- Roger, Zero.

I'll take over now.

Get onto those computers and do the check properly.

At the double and no mistakes!

- Yes, sir!

- How 'bout some coffee, Venus?

General Ninety has left a kind of dry taste in my mouth.

- [Ninety] General Ninety to XL5.

Come in, Zodiac.

- XL5 to Space City.

What can | do for you, General?

- Now don't you know routine procedure, Zodiac?

You're supposed to report position every two hours.

Why haven't you done it?

- Well, now, sir, you know we don't keep strictly

to the flight manual when it comes to routine positions.

- If the manual says report every two hours,

then by Mars, you just do that!

Do | make myself clear, Colonel?

- Yes, General Ninety, sir.

Perfectly.

We're flying course 2940-Green bound for Olympus.

All is going according to flight schedule.

- Well, that's better.

Carry on.

Space City over and out.

- Oh boy.

Promotion's really gone to his head.

How do you like that guy, Matt?

- That must be the 79th time he's called.

- I'll be glad when this trip's over.

The general's backseat driving will send me crazy.

- [Ninety] Space City to XL5.

Two hourly scheduled location check required, Colonel.

- But general, | just told you what course we were on.

- [Ninety] Watch your tongue, Zodiac.

You're stepping out of line again.

- | can't take any more of this.

| think I'll arrange for a little radio breakdown.

- Hmm, that's strange.

Zodiac's radio has cut off.

Must be a technical fault.

- Yeah, it sometimes happens.

Maybe that magnetic field is interfering with the impulses.

- | don't need you to explain things to me, Zero!

Get on with your work, you talk too much!

- Yes, sir.

- Well, it's time for space scanning.

With this new radar apparatus,

we have at least 90 minutes’ warning of danger.

- Are you sure that thing works, General?

- That's your trouble, Zero.

Your ideas are dated.

Acceptance of facts is one of the first lessons

you should learn if you want promotion.

(alarm blaring)

Red alarm, Zero!

Emergency!

Jump to it, man!

Ask those ships for identification!

- What ships, sir?

- Those ships, Zero! Open your eyes, man!

- Space City to all ships in Sector 23.

Identify yourselves, please.

What is your mission?

There's no answer, sir.

- | can hear that for myself, Zero!

It's as | thought.

- Couldn't they just be sunspots?

- I'm telling you, they're spaceships!

Hostile, too!

Earth is about to be invaded!

Sound the alarm, Commander!

(siren blaring)

- [Announcer] Emergency, evacuate Space City!

To your launching pads!

All personnel report to emergency stations!

(sirens wailing)

- Zero, turn those alarm sirens off.

| can't hear myself think!

Alert every patrol ship within the adjacent sectors to 23!

We'll send a task force to wipe those invasion ships

right out of space!

- Okay, I'll call 'em, if that's what you want, General!

(silly music)

(energetic music)

- [Matt] Going into orbit around Planet Olympus now, Steve.

- Roger, Matt.

Prepare to disconnect nose cone.

- [Matt] Roger, Steve.

(dramatic music)

- I'll touch down and then take you to the hotel

in the jetmobile, Jock.

- Ah, that's very kind of you, Colonel.

- Hold tight, Jock.

I'm gonna give her full throttle.

(dramatic music)

- Jump for it, Jock, | can't hold her!

(Jock yelling)

It's a quagmire.

I'm sinking.

Jock, Jock, Jock, can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Jock?

| guess it won't be long.

| don't stand a chance.

- Ah, my poor wee head.

What a lump.

- Jock, Jock, get me out of here!

- Hopping haggises, Colonel Zodiac!

What am | gonna do!

- The jetmobile, there's a rope.

Secure it to the machine and throw me the other end.

- Okay, Colonel.

Colonel, here, catch.

- Okay, Jock, I've got it.

Get going, Jock, hurry, I'm sinking fast.

(dramatic music)

- The invaders are moving pretty fast, Zero.

- Our patrol ships are at full strength.

We'll have some action from them soon, sir.

- Do you realise the whole of earth

is in deadly danger, Zero?

| want action now, do you hear me?

Now!

- Are you feeling better, Colonel Zodiac?

Ah, you went through a nasty experience.

- | guess I'm okay now, Jock.

Oh, and by the way, thanks.

| guess you saved my life.

- What's wrong with these patrol ships of ours?

- They insist there's no alien unidentified vessels

in Sector 23 bound for Earth.

- But the invaders are there.

| can see them, so can you, Zero.

- Say, | think I've got this figured.

- Now look at your fleet of invasion rockets, General.

(Ninety stammering)

- It can't be!

- Begging the general's pardon, sir, but it is.

A belt of meteorites.

Perfectly harmless.

- But how?

What happened to the invaders?

- Your new radar screen was out of focus, General.

It made the meteorites look like spaceships.

- Well, you can learn something from this, Commander.

Nothing is perfect.

Now, you remember that.

- | will, sir.

And what shall | tell the task force?

- Make them return to their previous duties.

That's all you have to do, Commander.

- [Robert] On our way home.

- | tell you, I'm okay.

- Yes, yes, yes, | know all about that, Steve.

Now just you relax.

You've been through a dangerous ordeal.

- XL-29 requesting guidance, General, sir.

- Oh, yes, Zero?

What's wrong?

- Well, sir, XL-29 was on its way back to Earth

when you diverted the ships to take pot shots

at those meteorites.

- Tell XL-29 to proceed to Earth.

- But they haven't enough fuel, sir.

- [Pilot] Freighter 814 to Space City control.

Request landing procedure and clearance.

- Stand by, 840.

Shall | give the freighter clearance, General Ninety?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, they can land on pad one.

- What about XL-29, sir?

- What's their problem?

- You remember, sir, | just told you, they're out of fuel.

- Oh, yeah, well, um, well.

Tell them, uh, tell them to, uh...

- May | suggest they stand by

and we get a tanker to them, sir?

- Uh, that's quick thinking, Zero.

You're improving.

Get a tanker up to them.

- [Steve] Fireball XL5 to Space City control.

Request landing clearance.

- Okay, uh, Commander Zero, I'll take care of XL5.

You organise that fuel tanker.

- Roger, General.

Stand by, Fuel Tanker, G for George 971.

- Come in, XL5.

So your radio's okay now, huh?

Landing clearance granted, number one pad.

- [Zero] Five seconds to go, Tanker G for George.

Four, three, two, one!

Zero and go!

(ship whooshing)

- XL5 is coming in on number one landing pad.

- But it can't be, General!

Freighter 814 is using that pad!

- Well, say, the tanker's just been launched

from the same areal!

What are we gonna do, Commander?

- It's your show, General.

You're the boss.

- They'll all collide!

Commander Zero, help me, help me!

Do something, Commander Zero, help me, help me!

(intense music)

(explosions booming)

- We're gonna crash!

- Commander Zero!

What have | done?

Help me!

Commander Zero, help me!

Help me, please!

Help!

Help me, help me!

I'm in bed.

A crazy nightmare.

I've been dreaming.

Steve and the others, they're okay.

Space City's okay.

Everything's okay.

It was all a dream.

Yippee!

Oh, boy.

Gee, it's a great morning.

The sun's shining and I'm a lieutenant

who has toony nightmares.

One thing's for real.

| Know now what Commander Zero must go through.

I'd hate that responsibility.

(Commander yawning)

- What a beautiful day.

The sort of day when everything goes right!

Ah, say, | was sure harsh on Lieutenant Ninety yesterday.

He's a good guy, really.

- I'll apologise.

Yeah, that's what I'll do.

He was right to bawl me out.

- | guess I'll apologise to him.

Yep, it's the least | can do.

He's been working real hard lately.

I'll say I'm sorry.

And so, Lieutenant,

| want you to know

I'm sorry for all | said yesterday.

- Oh, but sir, you were right to yell at me.

I'd like to apologise for my behaviour yesterday.

- No, no, no, no, no Lieutenant.

Don't say another word.

It was my fault.

I've been pushing you too hard.

- Not at all, Commander.

- Will you stop interrupting me, Lieutenant?

If | say it was my fault, it was my fault, understand?

- But it wasn't, sir!

With respect, | was to blame.

- I'm sorry, do you hear me?

I'm sorry, and that's an order!

- But | insist, sir!

- You're not in a position to insist on anything!

- If I'm sorry, I've got the right to say so!

- Well I'm sorry you're sorry, because I'm gonna make you

so sorry, you'll be sorry you were sorry!

(upbeat music)

~ | wish | was a spaceman J

~ The fastest guy alive

I I'd fly you round the universe in Fireball XL5 I

~ Way out in space together

£ Conquerors of the sky

My heart would be a fireball

fA fireball

f Every time | gazed into your starry eyes f

S We'd take the path to Jupiter I

~ And maybe very soon J

¢ We'd cruise along the Milky Way ¢

¢ And land upon the Moon Js

¢ To a wonderland of stardust f

f We'll zoom our way to Mars I

My heart would be a fireball

fA fireball

~'Cause you would be my Venus of the stars