Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Welcome to your new life.
Thirteen now, including yours.
What?
No, it's not ours.
Leave this to me.
- That is so not fair. - Hey, you could've asked me to stay.
We borrowed the Watanabes' Chariot.
And now there's just... no more plans?
Guys?
Will said when he found you, you were in pieces.
Hello?
Hey, missed you.
Let's hope the radio on the Watanabes' Jupiter works better than ours.
It's not Hiroki I'm worried about.
to get a full recharge from the solar cells.
No, actually, your dad's in charge on Alpha Centauri.
Okay.
Should we open it?
It's called tic-tac-toe.
- Again, with your choice of words... - We needed them!
What if that was it, that was my last plan?
Maureen, hey, wait!
No, we're here. We're here, but, uh, we're busy.
Here.
Hey, you are gonna tell Dad the truth tomorrow, right?
I wouldn't be so sure about that.
In case you were wondering who else saves lives around here.
Okay.
- Oh. - I'm so glad!
Me.
At last.
Yeah, but I'll be safe. I'm taking the robot.
Methanogenic chordates.