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(ominous music)

- Okay Venus.

- Okay Steve.

- Right, let's go.

(aircrafts buzzing)

(rocket engine blasting)

(rocket engine whistling)

(groovy dramatic music)

(serene mysterious music)

(map beeping)

- The interference is certainly getting worse commander.

- Yeah, seems as though all our space communications

are breaking down.

That cloud of gas we discovered yesterday appears

to be causing it.

| guess it's interfering with our radio waves

in much the same way sunspots do.

- It's getting closer to Earth, that's for sure.

What do you think it is, sir?

| dunno, luitenant.

It's a new one on me.

- Sir, it could be atomic particles

from a space explosion.

- Yeah, | didn't mention that lieutenant

because, well, it's the obvious explanation.

Which sectors are you still in contact with?

- Four, five and eight sir.

- Then order the nearest Fireball

to disperse that cloud of dust lieutenant.

(spaceship buzzing)

- Message understood lieutenant.

XL18, signing off.

(ominous music)

(creature mumbling)

XL18 to Space City.

I'm approaching cloud now.

| sure am picking up some weird noises.

(spaceship exploding)

- It blew up sir, the XL18 blew up.

- It must've gone too close.

(ominous music)

- I've diverted the XL24.

He should rendezvous with a smoke cloud

in three hours time, sir.

- You better tell him not to get too close.

- Yes, sir.

- This begins to look like a job for Colonel Zodiac.

- | lost contact with the XL5, sir.

- | know, | wish | hadn't sent Venus

on that medical mission.

(calm joyous music)

(machine creaking)

- XL5 calling Fireball junior.

Are you gonna be much longer, Steve?

- Acouple hours maybe.

Any news from Space City?

- Can't reach him Steve, but I'm still trying.

- Okay, professor.

I'll call you as soon as Venus has finished

the inoculations.

(door buzzing)

- Come in.

Oh, come in doctor.

Take a seat.

- Thanks.

Well, I've just about completed my work here, Colonel.

- Oh no, | was kind of hoping that you'd stay around.

Us exploration guys don't often get such attractive

visitors, you know?

- Well, thank you for those kind words, Colonel Hudson.

Now, will you please roll up your sleeve?

- Oh say, you really gonna use that thing on me?

- Well, you're just as likely to catch restamesia

as anyone else.

These space diseases don't pick and choose colonel.

And if the epidemic reaches here,

you and your men will go down like ten pin.

(Colonel whining)

- Ouch.

- Well, thanks for all your help.

- Well, you sure you won't stay?

- I'm afraid duty calls, Colonel.

Perhaps you'd be kind enough to radio Space City

and let them know we're all through here.

- Afraid | can't do that Doctor Venus.

We haven't been able to contact Earth for two days.

(spaceship buzzing)

- It'd sure be boss to get back to Space City, Venus.

- Oh, you can say that again.

- | wonder if Matt's managed to get through

to Space City yet.

Any luck yet, Matt?

- No, nothing so far.

The radio's okay.

Must be atmospheric trouble.

- [Steve] Okay Matt, keep trying.

(Zoonie mumbling)

- Not now Zoonie, can't you see I'm busy?

(gloomy music)

(Zoonie mumbling)

- Zoonie.

Restamesia.

Oh, I'm a real tooty, Steve.

All those injections, and | forgot Zoonie.

- Oh, he'll be okay, won't he?

- Well, I'll give him an inoculation immediately.

He should be all right in a couple of days.

(ominous music)

(upbeat funky music)

(television buzzing)

- Hey pop, something's wrong with the television picture.

- Now, don't disturb your father, Jonathan.

Can't you see he's asleep?

- lam not sleeping,

and there's nothing wrong with that TV either.

It's just interference.

We're getting it all over Space City.

- Aw, gee pop, | wanted to watch it.

- Commander Zero please.

- Just one moment, Lieutenant.

It's for you, honey.

- [Commander Zero] What is it lieutenant?

- Sorry to disturb your sleep, commander.

- [Commander Zero] | wasn't sleeping, do you hear?

- Yes sir.

The XL24 is approaching the cloud area.

- I'll be right over.

- XL24 to Space City.

Come in please.

Reading you at strength two.

Now remember, don't get too near that cloud.

- Roger, commander.

(ominous music)

(Zoonie moaning)

- Oh, poor Zoonie.

And it's all my fault.

Still, you'll soon be better.

- Well, if that's how restamesia affects you,

I'm glad | had that injection.

- I'll stay with him for a little while, Steve.

- Okay, Venus.

I'll get back to control.

We must be approaching Earth.

- Steve, can you come up to the navigation bay?

It's urgent.

- Okay, professor.

| wonder what Matt's so excited about.

What's the matter, Matt?

- I'm not sure Steve, but | picked up the XL24

on the astroscope.

- The XL24, what's it doing in this sector?

- | didn't know, but there's some mighty tooty things

going on.

- XL24 calling Space City.

Strange now, 3, 2, zero white.

- Take it easy fella, take it easy.

- Use the radio, professor.

Ask him what he's doing.

- I've been trying Steve,

but there's so much interference going on.

Seems that cloud's causing it.

- [Matt] Look, he's bringing out the interceptors.

- Interceptors at the ready.

Funny, | can hear a sort of chattering.

- Oh no, not again.

(creature mumbling)

(spaceship exploding)

- XL24 destroyed.

| know that, lieutenant.

Order all available craft to that area.

- | can't sir.

All our communications have failed.

We can't call anybody.

(ominous music)

- It just exploded.

- I'm not so sure.

- What do you mean by that, Steve?

- I'm positive something came out of that cloud

just before the explosion.

- | can play the recording back.

- Make it in slow motion.

Coming up to the explosion.

- [Steve] Now hold it right there, professor.

- Yes, that's a missile.

- Okay, we've seen enough.

- Then there is something or somebody inside that cloud.

- Jamming all our instruments and moving towards the Earth.

- What are we sitting here for?

Prepare the interceptors.

(dramatic music)

Range 630 wide and counting.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

- No closer, Matt.

- One.

Zero.

Ignition.

Fire.

(missiles exploding)

We got an answer to our mystery, Steve.

It didn't explode.

(creature mumbling)

- What's that noise on our radio, Steve?

- | don't know, Venus.

Sounds like somebody talking.

- [Matt] Okay Steve, I'm putting it through

the language decoder.

(creature mumbling)

- [Alien] People

are

putting up

a fight,

but

they will

soon

realise that

their

weapons

are useless.

Nothing will

stop us

conquering their

planet.

- Now we know what we're up against, Steve.

- An invasion fleet.

- And we're powerless to stop them.

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- It's just hanging in the sky, sir.

- Obviously, lieutenant.

Which at least proves it's no ordinary cloud.

Atomic particles, hey lieutenant?

What a tooty idea.

- Yes sir.

I'm taking no chances.

See that everyone at Space City is armed.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- Commander.

- Lieutenant, what are you doing?

(trigger clanking)

Oh, nothing happened.

- Of course not, sir.

You don't think | would have done that

if it'd been working, do you?

| was just trying to tell you

that the ray guns aren't working either.

We're unarmed, commander.

(dramatic music)

- Remain in Earth orbit.

Remain in Earth orbit.

(glass clanking)

- But this is ridiculous.

- [Matt] Relax, Venus.

- Relax, the Earth's being invaded

and all we do is sit and drink coffee.

- We don't like it any more than you do,

but we've gotta wait until we know the score.

- Yeah, Steve's right.

We may be the Earth's last chance.

We can't land until we're sure.

(ominous music)

- Why all this waiting?

Whoever they are, they must know they've got us

where they want us.

- The waiting's over sir, look.

(space engine whistling)

- This is it, lieutenant.

(creature rambling)

- Two of them are coming this way, sir.

(ominous music)

- Maintain Earth orbit.

- Okay Robert, you don't have to keep repeating yourself.

(Zoonie snoring)

Anything on the radio yet, Matt?

- Nope, still completely jammed.

- | think we should land.

- Oh no, Venus.

We'll stay up here.

- Maintain Earth orbit.

(ominous music)

(machine buzzing)

(dramatic music)

(alien rambling)

- | shall talk in your language.

Commander Zero.

- What's the idea of this?

This invasion.

- We have taken over Space City.

In a short time, we shall conquer your planet.

(alien rambling)

| cannot expect a man of your low intelligence

to understand that.

So | will translate.

- Oh, shut up you great toot.

- Silence.

That message told me we are in complete control here.

(alien rambling)

| hadn't forgotten.

One of your Fireball ships, the XL5, is orbiting the Earth.

You will order it to land.

- Why should |?

You just said you're in control here.

- Either obey my commands or you will die.

- Oh, go ahead and pull the trigger, blabber mouth.

- Your insults don't impress me.

You have five seconds to decide.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

- Hey pop, what's going on?

Hey, who are these characters?

Let go or pop will bust you one.

(alien chattering)

My lieutenant tells me that this aggressive young man

is your son.

Perfect timing.

I'm sure your son's life means much to you, commander.

And now | think we can persuade you to change your mind.

(ominous music)

- [Commander Zero] Space City calling XL5.

Space City calling XL5.

- Hey Steve, did you hear that?

Commander Zero's calling.

- Okay Matt, I'll take over.

What's going on down there, sir?

Are you receiving me?

- Receiving you loud and clear.

It's okay to land.

- Yes, sir, but what happened?

- [Commander Zero] I'll tell you when you land.

I'm signing off.

- XL5 to Space City.

Come in Space City.

That's strange, they don't answer.

- Aren't we gonna land, Steve?

- I'm trying to think, Venus.

You know there was something strange

about Commander Zero's voice.

| think he was trying to warn us

that we're walking into a trap.

Okay, let's take a chance and land.

We can't do much good up here anyway.

Plan our course, professor.

- Right, give me a couple of minutes.

- If the XL5 is on the down soon,

| shall use this ray gun.

- Why, if | could only get my hands on you.

(alien chattering)

- Landing trajectory 1870 blue.

- 1870 blue.

Fire retros.

- Firing retros.

(rocket blasting)

(ominous music)

(alien chattering)

- Good, they have broken orbit.

Prepare to launch missiles.

- Missiles?

- Yes.

| have heard of this Steve Zodiac.

| intend to take no chances.

They will be blown out of the sky.

(dramatic music)

(alien chattering)

Thank you.

My lieutenant informs me there is just 60 seconds left.

30 seconds.

10.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Two.

One.

Zero.

(alien mumbling)

(spaceship whistling)

- Well, that's quite a story,

but | still don't see how you managed to overpower them.

- Oh, it was nothing.

We were just on our toes.

Isn't that right lieutenant?

- Whatever you say, sir.

- Well, I'm sorry to spoil your little act

of heroism gentlemen,

but | have another explanation.

- What do you mean, Venus?

- Very simple, Steve.

Our invaders collapsed with restamesia.

The space disease.

- Why Zero.

You cheating old toot.

- Yeah, well.

(Commander laughing)

Well hey, they might've caught a touch of it

after we, after we.

Oh, what's the use?

- Oh, don't take it too badly, commander.

You did your best.

Anyway, it's all over now.

- Well, not quite, Steve.

There is just one more thing.

- Oh, what's that Venus?

- Why, inoculations for our two heroes, of course.

Commander Zero, Lieutenant Ninety,

roll up your sleeves.

- Okay, lieutenant, you first.

- No, after you commander.

- No, go right ahead boy, you first.

- Oh no, your rank, sir.

- Lieutenant, you first.

This is an order.

Yes, sir.

It won't hurt a bit.

(quirky music)

(lieutenant whining)

¢ | wish | was a spaceman f

~ The fastest guy alive J

¢ I'd fly you 'round the universe f

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 our wonderland of stardust f

S We'll zoom our way to Mars f

f My heart would a fireball

~

£ If you would be my Venus of the stars f