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(ominous music)

- Okay, Venus?

- Okay, Steve.

- Right. Let's go.

(dramatic music)

(thrusters roar)

(ship humming)

(rockets boom)

(energetic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- So, you admit that you will be flying General Rossiter,

head of the Space Patrol,

in one of your Earth's supersonic airliners?

- Okay, I'm piloting the general to Space City. So what?

- According to our information,

Colonel Zodiac is to be decorated

Astronaut of the Year by the general.

- What's that to you?

- Zodiac will be dealt with later,

but you, Major, will see that the general never arrives.

Switch on the brainwashing machine.

(machine chiming)

- You won't get away with this.

| would help you if-

- Yes, you will, Major.

You will have no choice. (cackles)

- Maximum pressure countdown. Five.

- This treatment will make you crash the airliner

when you reach 80,000 feet.

The machine will show what is going to happen, Major.

You will remember everything and obey.

(machine chiming)

Crash the airliner

when you reach 80,000 feet.

(engines whining)

(engines scream)

(engines roaring)

(Todd screams)

Prepare for his return to Earth.

You will carry out your orders,

won't you, Major?

- Your commands will be carried out.

(ominous music)

(lively marching music)

- What do you toots think this is?

It's Space City, not Carnegie Hall.

Close that window, Lieutenant.

And you'd better smarten up, Lieutenant,

or else the general will have something to say.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, Johnny Jackson, the TV commentator,

said he'd like to see you, sir.

- Aw, Johnny Jackson, Johnny Jackson.

Who do these TV people think they are?

- | think he wants you to go on television, sir.

- This is a responsible position and only...

Go on television?

Uh, yeah, well... (chuckles)

| guess I'd better go and see him.

(bright music)

(wistful music)

- Thanks for the offer of a lift, General.

I'll be delighted to join you on the liner.

- Oh, you don't have to thank me, Venus.

The pleasure is ours. Isn't it, Major?

- Uh...

Yes, sir.

The pleasure will be ours.

(eerie music)

- [Subterrain Leader] You will carry out your orders, Major.

- Strange.

Something seems to be bothering Major Todd.

- Oh, | expect he's a little nervous,

having such an important passenger.

- Oh, well... (chuckles)

(alert buzzes)

- [Announcer] Calling Dr. Venus. Your call to Space City.

- Oh, excuse me, General.

That'll be my call to Steve Zodiac.

- Hello, Venus.

How did you get on with your space psychology papers?

- Oh, fine, Steve. I've got my diploma.

- Well, that's boss.

- And listen, there's even better news.

General Rossiter has offered me a lift back,

so I'll be back for the big day.

- That is good news.

- We're making the trip

in one of the latest supersonic liners, Steve.

| can see it on the runway. Oh, it looks a beaut.

- Well, it looks as if our little scheme

is going as planned.

- Yes, yes.

Three short hours and we Shall get our revenge

on the cursed Space Patrol.

(ominous music)

- Well, that's the setup, sir.

We aim to bring our viewers a complete picture

of all the Space City landmarks

and the astronaut presentation as our high spot.

- Yeah, well, TV or not, we've got a Space Patrol to run.

- You just go right ahead.

And if you can arrange for the Earth

to be invaded while we're on the air,

we'd sure appreciate it. (laughs)

- Yeah, | betcha. Now, if that's all...

- Oh, but it isn't, sir.

| want to talk about the show.

- Show? What show?

- | thought it'd be kinda boss

if the XL5 crew and the ground staff

did a little number after the presentation.

- Why, you great toot!

What do you think this is here, the Space Follies?

- Well, sir, my company will give $100,000

to charity if you do it.

(spring boings)

- Mister, the Space Follies are at your service!

- [Announcer] This is Airport Control.

Please clear the runway for fueling.

This is Airport Control.

Fueling will be completed in 20 minutes.

- Well, another two hours and we'll be on our way.

- Bang on schedule.

Exactly as planned.

- That's right.

Hey, are you feeling okay, Major?

- My orders will be carried out.

- [Venus] He's acting peculiar.

| wonder what's wrong.

- Well, so that's the story.

For 100,000 bucks, they want some kind of song and dance.

- Well, | think we should go along with it, Commander.

- Oh, so do I, Steve.

So far as I'm concerned, there's only one problem.

Who's gonna sing?

- Sing? - Sing?

- Yes, sing.

Now sit down, all of you.

Not you, Lieutenant Ninety!

| don't Know what the general is going to say

at your slapdash, untidy appearance, Lieutenant,

but right now, sing!

- Sing?

- Yes, sing. That's an order!

- Yes, sir.

~ 1 wish | was a spaceman S

- Stop it, Lieutenant!

And that's an order too!

- What about the professor here?

- Oh, thank you, Jock.

| was waiting for someone to ask.

(Matic clears throat)

| would now like to render that great favourite-

- [Steve] Save the speeches, Matic.

- Oh, sorry, Steve. Yeah. (clears throat)

~ 1 wish | was a spaceman S

~ The fastest guy alive

- | think | prefer the lieutenant.

- All right, we'll leave the vocalist job open.

Now, what about the accompaniment?

- Well, that's all right, Commander. You can play the drums.

Venus is great on the saxophone.

- And | can play the piano.

- You?

- (chuckles) He's joking. He can't play a note.

- Oh, can't |?

We'll just see about that.

(lively, off-key music)

Steve's right.

| can't play a note.

- One more Earth hour,

and the supersonic airliner takes off.

- Supposing something should go wrong?

- Nothing will.

(both laugh)

We shall even be able to watch it on our television screen,

thanks to the Earth people.

They are televising the whole event.

(rousing music)

- [Announcer] Airport Control.

Takeoff is now 60 minutes away.

- | wonder if you could spare me a moment, sir.

- Certainly, Venus. Any time.

- Well, I've been thinking about Major Todd.

Perhaps it'll be just as well

if | checked him over before takeoff.

I'm not too happy about the way he's behaving.

- Well, we haven't much time, dear.

- | know, General.

That's why | thought you could arrange it.

- Oh. Well, I, uh...

(eerie music)

- Mm-hmm.

| see.

Right. Thank you, Major.

That will be all.

It was just a routine checkup.

- | understand, Doctor.

- Well, Dr. Venus, are you satisfied?

- Well, physically he seems to be A-OK, sir.

But there's something that bothers me.

| don't know what it is,

but | just feel uneasy about it.

- (chuckles) Maybe | can't play the piano,

but this little gadget will fool 'em.

(lively music)

(Matic laughing)

(explosion booms)

Well, there seems to be a slight technical hitch.

(engines whining)

- Say, you're not still worried, are you, Venus?

- | should know the signs.

Of course! I'm a tootie.

I've just completed a course of space psychology

and | couldn't even recognise brainwashing.

General, our lives our in danger.

The pilot is acting under orders.

We must stop the takeoff.

(rousing music)

(bells chime)

(dramatic fanfare)

- This is Johnny Jackson, folks,

and I'm speaking to you from Space City,

home of the fabulous World Space Patrol.

Right this minute we're in the control room,

where all the important decisions are made

and executed by Commander Zero.

Now, Commander, you and Lieutenant Ninety

are in charge of the of the whole shooting match?

- That's right. I'm in charge.

- Climb to 80,000 feet.

Climb to 80,000 feet.

- It's no good, General.

| can't bring him out of it.

- | guess he means to crash this liner

when we reach maximum height and speed.

- You try and stop him, sir. I'll contact base.

- At last we've got some peace and quiet.

Lieutenant, how many more times

do | have to tell you to smarten up?

With the general arriving soon, you should be gleaming!

- Yes, sir.

- You can get better creases in your pants than that.

And more shine on your shoes.

- Yes, sir. AS you Say, sir.

- | just don't know what this service is coming to.

Now where are these TV people?

- This is Jock, the chief engineer, viewers.

He's responsible for the power plant at Space City.

Isn't that right?

- Aye. Aye, that's right, laddie.

- Now, can you think of anything

that would be of particular interest to our viewers, Jock?

- Och, aye, laddie. A tune on the bagpipes.

(lively bagpipe music)

(Zoonie whimpering)

(Zoonie wails)

- (laughs) And that was Zoonie, Dr. Venus' pet Lazoon.

| guess he's pretty scared of the bagpipes.

- Ah, hiya, Steve. Matt.

How's it going?

- | can't say that | like this waiting, Commander.

- [Venus] This is Venus calling Space City.

Venus calling Space City.

This is an emergency. Repeat, this is an emergency.

- Did you hear that, folks? An emergency!

A real, live emergency.

- Something has gone wrong.

- Quiet!

Listen.

(dramatic music)

- Lose height, Major.

- Climb to 80,000 feet.

Climb to 80,000 feet.

- Well, that's about the story, Steve.

Major Todd's the only one here who can fly this bird.

And something is going to happen when we reach 80,000 feet.

Steve, what can we do?

- You could take off in Fireball Junior, Steve.

- Yeah.

Hold on, Venus. We're on our way.

- So, the plan has failed after all.

Our leader will have something to say about this.

- Aw, Steve Zodiac is helpless.

He can't stop the airliner from crashing

unless he boards it, and that's impossible.

(klaxon blares)

- Stand by for vertical takeoff.

- Detach nosecone on point of takeoff.

- Firing main motors.

(ship hums)

- Takeoff A-OK.

- Estimated meeting time: three minutes.

- Here in the Space City control room,

the suspense is absolutely terrific.

Will Steve Zodiac, Astronaut of the Year, be in time?

(thruster roaring)

- He's still climbing.

(engine screaming)

- Hurry, Steve, hurry.

- Crash the airliner.

Crash the airliner.

(engines roar)

(Venus gasps)

(jet whining)

- Venus! Can you hear me?

- Yes, Steve.

- [Steve] Get the major away from the controls.

- [Venus] But | can't, Steve.

- Well, knock him out.

Anything, but get him away from the controls.

- [Venus] Okay, Steve.

- Now, listen to what | say carefully.

Take over the controls.

(jet whining)

Bring the stick towards you, slowly.

Now a little to the right.

(jet whooshes)

- Oh, boss!

Real boss, Venus.

(rousing music)

- Well, viewers,

I've just heard from that great guy, Commander Zero,

that Venus is piloting General Rossiter to Space City.

(lively bagpipe music)

(Zoonie whimpering)

Steve Zodiac, Astronaut of the Year,

is radioing instructions from Fireball Junior.

- Commander! Zoonie's taken a ray gun!

- Jeepers, that's all | need!

Come back, you zany Zoonie!

- Zoonie! Zoonie, don't, don't, don't!

Please! Don't...

(bagpipes squealing) Och, no!

Och, look at that, Commander.

My beautiful bagpipes are ruined.

- Welcome home!

- [Announcer] Calling Commander Zero.

Fireball Junior and supersonic airliner are over Space City.

(triumphant music)

- Now take it easy, Venus.

Take it nice and easy.

(ship humming)

- They've made it!

Yippee!

- Oh, what a team, eh?

What a team!

- Well, viewers, that is the sort of emergency

the Space Patrol deal with.

Now, don't write to me and say it was a put-up job.

It all happened just as you saw it.

Yep, that was for real.

- Venus!

You look great!

- You can say that again. How's the Major?

- He's been taken to the sickbay.

He'll be okay, but it'll take a little while

to get him back to normal.

It's a good thing | took that course.

(bright music)

- Welcome to Space City, sir.

- Well, well, well. Quite a reception.

But you should take a leaf

from your lieutenant's book, Commander,

and, uh, smarten yourself up.

- Yeah, but sir, I...

| mean, you see sir,

(stammering) I've been telling him to smarten,

to smarten...

Um...

Well, I'll be doggoned.

(dramatic fanfare)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

| give you the Astronaut of the Year,

Colonel Steve Zodiac.

(audience applauds)

And it gives me great pleasure

to announce that for outstanding bravery,

exceptional service, and courage beyond the call of duty,

special awards have been made

to Dr. Venus and Professor Matthew Matic.

(audience applauds)

- What a team!

I've said it before and I'll say it again.

What a team!

(audience applauding)

- Thank you, folks.

And now | have a surprise announcement to make.

Don't go away, folks.

Boy, have you got a treat in store for you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you the Space Patrol and their music.

(lively orchestral music)

(audience cheers)

- And now we're gonna play a little number,

and the TV company have kindly donated to charity

a large sum of money.

Unfortunately, we haven't got a vocalist.

- (clears throat) Excuse me, but we have, Commander.

- You mean, uh...

You? You sing?

(laughs) Well, then what are we waiting for?

- A-one, a-two, a-three!

(upbeat music)

~ 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 | gazed 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

f We'll zoom away to Mars S

My heart would be a fireball

A fireball

~'Cause you would be my Venus of the stars

(explosion booms)

- It's gone again!

(audience cheers)

(upbeat music)