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(dramatic music)

- Okay, Venus?

- Okay, Steve.

- Right, let's go.

(vehicles whirring) (dramatic music)

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(engine roaring)

(rockets booming)

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- [Steve] When do you calculate we should arrive

at Space Station Nine, Matt?

- About four hours, Steve.

The adjustments | made to the stabilisers

seem to have worked, Steve.

Robert's had no more trouble.

(engine roaring)

- Correcting course.

Correcting course.

- You spoke too soon, Matt.

The stabilisers are playing tricks again.

Better get to the controls.

(engine roaring)

- Correcting course.

- Okay, Robert, I'll take over.

- [Robert] Correcting course.

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- Can't hold her, Matt.

- Try the emergency stabilisers.

- Yeah, yeah, okay.

(engine roaring)

Well, that's an improvement, all right,

but it puts a heavy drain on our fuel supplies, Matt.

- Maybe we should get back to Space City while we can.

- Well, we're near enough to the space station to carry on,

but | sure hope it doesn't get any worse.

(engine roaring)

(eerie space music)

- It's a lonely job, Major, all by yourself

on the fringe of space

and running Station Nine single-handedly.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

I'd rather be in one of the older stations

that still have a crew.

Hey, those supplies haven't arrived.

Better call Space City.

Yeah, good idea, you do that.

Call Space City.

Hey, wanna watch it, Major.

You're talking to yourself again.

(triumphal music)

This is Space Station Nine calling Space City.

Space Station Nine, just checking that the supplies

are on the way, Commander.

- They're on their way.

Fireball XL5 is making a special trip.

- Roger, over and out.

- | don't know, these space station guys

are always on the radio.

- Yes, sir, | expect they get mighty lonely up there.

- | reckon they do.

Most of 'em end up talking to themselves, real tootie.

Hmm, yeah, | gotta phone Mrs. Zero.

- What was that, sir?

- Nothing, Lieutenant, | was talking to myself.

- Another tootie.

- Come again, Lieutenant?

- Oh, oh, nothing, sir.

| was just talking to myself.

- Oh, talking to yourself, eh?

Yeah, well, come to think of it,

you'd make a good space station commander.

Give me a little peace down here.

Huh? No, no, no, no, not you, honey.

You wanted me to ring you. Huh?

Candies for Jonathan?

Well, he must have about four tonnes already.

Zoonie took 'em?

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(Zoonie grunting)

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- | seem to have lost all control.

- Lost all control.

Lost all control.

- [Steve] | can't keep to our course, Matt. Any ideas?

- I'll have to look at the main motor, Steve.

It could be the nutomic reactor.

- Okay, Matt, but whatever you do, step on it.

(engine roaring)

- Now remember, Matt, even with that suit on,

you can only stay in there 10 minutes.

Otherwise, the radiation will harm you.

- Okay, just hope that'll be long enough.

- Have you taken your anti-radiation capsule?

- Yep.

(door whooshing)

Well, here goes.

(engine roaring)

- Hurry, Matt, hurry, it's getting worse.

(Zoonie slurping)

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How's it going, Venus?

- He's still inside, Steve.

He's only got another two minutes.

(motor whirring)

Any luck, Matt?

- None at all.

| gotta see Steve, fast.

- Out of control.

Out of control.

- Okay, okay, Robert, cut it out. We know.

What's the news, Professor?

- Bad, Steve, very bad.

There's a chain reaction in the main motor.

We're gonna build up speed

and there's nothing we can do about it.

All we can do is hope that it cuts itself out.

- Can't you control it?

- Not a chance.

We just gotta go wherever Fireball takes us,

and whatever speed it takes us.

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(engine roaring)

- XL5, wow.

Space Station Nine calling Space City.

The XL5 went past like a shooting star.

It must be out of control.

- Okay, Major, we're trying to contact them now.

Thanks for calling.

Any luck, Ninety?

- Not a peep, sir,

and our tracking instruments are going haywire.

- Keep trying, Lieutenant.

We've got to find out what is happening up there.

(engine roaring)

- Speed's building up, Matt.

- | don't like the look of it at all.

The reactor should've burned out by now.

- Just take a look at our speed.

I'm gonna fire the interceptors.

The force of the rockets being fired may slow us down.

- Yeah, they may act as retros.

Interceptor one.

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(suspenseful music)

Five, four, three, two, one.

Ignition and go.

(rockets booming)

(explosion booming)

(alarm blaring)

(engine roaring)

- Not so good.

Fire interceptor two.

- Roger.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Ignition and go.

(rockets whooshing)

(explosion booming)

Steve, it's not gonna work.

- We've got to think of something, we've got to.

(Zoonie moaning)

- Zoonie!

Zoonie, what have you done?

Zoonie, the oxygen pills!

You've eaten all our oxygen pills!

(engine roaring)

- [Ninety] The XL5 is out of our range, sir.

- Then it's crashing into unexplored space, Lieutenant.

There's nothing we can do to help them now.

Just nothing.

(engine roaring)

- [Steve] Hold on, Matt.

- Steve! Our speed!

- We're gonna break the light barrier.

We're gonna break the light barrier!

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(engine roaring)

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- You want me to call off the search for the XL5, sir?

- Call off the search!

Are you crazy?

Don't you realise there are human lives at stake?

- Yes, sir, but I'm only obeying your orders, sir.

You told me to call off the search-

- Don't tell me what | said, Lieutenant.

So keep searching!

- Do you, do you think they're still alive, sir?

- | don't know, maybe.

If they are, they'll be seeing things

man has never seen before or could possibly know about.

(eerie space music)

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- Say!

How long have we been out?

- |, | don't know, Matt.

Are you okay, Venus?

- Yes, yes, I'm okay, Steve.

Can you hear a hissing noise?

Is it my head or is it really happening?

- Oh, it's happening.

| hear it, too.

| wonder what it is and where we are.

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(Zoonie whimpering)

- Oh, don't be scared, Zoonie.

- Now listen, Matt, Venus,

| want a complete check made of everything.

Let's know exactly how we stand, okay?

- Okay.

- Right, Steve, I'll make medical tests right away.

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(Matt groaning)

- We must be losing air pressure. That's bad.

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- Well, according to your calculations, Matt,

we've been travelling at 10 times the speed of light.

All things being equal, the computers say

we can just about get back.

- [Matt] That's right, Steve,

the chain reaction has stopped.

The motors read go, go, go.

- That's great.

How about your medical report, Venus?

Well, we don't seem to have suffered

from any radiation exposure

and only have all the normal reactions

to shock and excessive speed.

So | think | can pass us all as medically fit.

Only Zoonie seems to have suffered a little.

- Oh? Is it serious?

- Oh no, no, just a simple case of overeating.

Overeating.

(gasps) Why, why, I've just remembered.

Zoonie's eaten all our oxygen pills.

| hope we don't need them.

- |, uh, | hate to tell you this, but we need them.

We need them real bad.

XL5 lost most of its oxygen during the flight

when the meteorite towed us.

- Oh, Matt, and it's my fault.

- No time for that now, Venus.

The question is how long have we got, Matt,

before we run out of oxygen.

- Well, | got more bad news.

The supply can only last for an hour at the most.

- Well, | guess this is the end of the line.

- That means we're all going to die

and it's all my fault.

- Oh, don't say that, Venus, it's nobody's fault.

Look, | think we oughta make out our reports.

At least it might help spacemen of the future.

Anyway, there's no point in just sitting around

waiting for it to happen.

- |agree, Steve. One hour.

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- Are you feeling okay, Matt? Venus?

- [Venus] I'm fine, Steve.

- [Mat] Yeah, me too.

- Then what's happened?

We should be out of oxygen by now.

- Professor, are you sure your calculations are correct?

- No doubt at all, Venus.

| checked and double checked.

- Then what's the answer?

- | wonder.

| wonder if it's possible.

- What are you thinking, Matt?

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- [Matt] Why, that's the answer!

There's air outside.

We must be in a kind of a sea.

Yeah, that's it.

A sea of air.

- [Steve] Well, that's fantastic.

- [Matt] Yes, Steve, but we've gone deeper into space

than anyone has even done before.

Anything's possible here.

- Yeah, that's true.

- Steve, Steve, | think Matt's right.

That hissing noise we heard.

It must've been air going past us.

- It's air, all right, look!

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- Birds!

- Giant birds!

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- One of them seems kinda interested in us.

- Don't bother about him, Matt.

Let's repair the damage to the ship.

- And I'll pump some air into our tanks, Steve.

- Yeah, yeah, we'll need every bit of it to get home.

Come on, let's get to work.

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Ejecting now.

- [Zoonie] Welcome home.

- Now, now, you stay there, Zoonie.

We don't want you giving us anymore trouble.

(chuckles) | know you when you're in this helpful mood.

(door clicking)

(air hissing)

The, uh, the biggest hole is near central control.

- Okay, Matt.

(suspenseful music)

(air hissing)

- Howdy, folks.

(bird cawing)

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- That joker's getting mighty close, Steve.

- Yeah, the sooner we get out of here, the better.

(bird cawing)

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- Help! Help! (screaming)

- [Matt] Steve!

- | saw it. Quick, Matt, the jet mobile.

(Zoonie screaming)

- Zoonie!

- Now, now, steady, Venus, Steve's on his way.

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Don't, don't worry, Venus.

He'll catch him up.

- But how did he get out?

Oh, poor Zoonie.

(Zoonie moaning) (dramatic music)

It's going to attack Steve!

(bird cawing)

(weapon firing) (bird cawing)

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(suspenseful music)

(bright music)

- Is he okay, Venus?

- Oh, he's fine, just a little scared, that's all.

- Well done, Steve.

- Oh, Steve, it was very brave of you.

- Oh, it was nothing.

Now let's move and remind me to talk to you

about that lazoon of yours if and when we get home.

Okay, blast off in 10 minutes.

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Blast off, five minutes.

Reverse course, Robert.

- Reverse course.

- Robert's taking over, stand by.

(suspenseful music)

Blast off, three minutes.

One minute.

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Four, three, two, one, zero.

Full power, all motors.

- Full power, all motors.

(engine roaring)

- Maximum speed.

- Maximum speed.

(engine roaring)

- Fire boosters.

- Fire boosters.

(boosters roaring)

- Here we go.

(engine roaring)

- Steve!

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(triumphal music)

- You okay, Steve?

- [Steve] Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, Professor.

- We're back in good old space as we know it anyway.

- [Steve] Yeah, but we're out of fuel.

- Well, things could be worse.

- Venus? Venus, are you there?

- [Matt] She's, uh, she's not answering, Steve.

I've been calling her.

- Then I'll see you in the lab, Matt.

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Venus! Matt, | remember now.

She screamed when we went through the light barrier.

Something's wrong.

- She's not too good, Steve.

She needs hospital treatment.

- Easier said than done, Professor.

We may be into space sky,

but we're still millions of miles from Earth,

and all our radios are out of action.

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(eerie space music)

- Mighty strange.

Wonder what it could be.

Shall we take a closer look?

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- The XL5? Are you sure?

- I'm sure, Commander, but they don't answer their radio.

- The XL5! Alert space rescue!

(siren blaring)

Alert fuel tankers!

(engine roaring)

Top priority, bring the XL5 in.

Whatever happens, bring in the XL5.

(rockets blasting)

- [Robert] On our way home.

(engine roaring)

(engine roaring)

- They've made it, Commander!

- They sure have.

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Well, this time you're the patient, Venus,

and I'm gonna see you stay right there

until you're well again.

- Yeah, that's right.

You've gotta stay here until you're fully recovered.

- Don't worry, | intend to.

I'm going to make the most of this

and have a nice, long rest.

Thanks for the candy, Steve, my favourite Martian delight.

- (laughs) And someone else's favourite, too, Venus.

(Zoonie gulping) (triumphal music)

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~ 1 wish | was a spaceman S

~ The fastest guy alive

< I'd fly you round the universe f

f In Fireball XL5 I

~ Way out in space together J

~ Conquerors of the sky

My heart would be a fireball

A fireball

f Every time | gaze into your starry eyes f

S We'd take the path to Jupiter

~ And maybe very soon J

¢ We'd cruise along the Milky Way ¢

¢ And land upon the moon J

¢ To a wonderland of stardust J

~ We'll zoom our way to Mars I

My heart would be a fireball

A fireball

~'Cause you would be my Venus of the stars