Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right! Push!
Come on. Give us a hand here.
at least momentarily secure from the extremes of heat and cold...
[ Sighs ] Now we'll never know.
Smith. Smith, this is Robinson. Can you hear me?
We're getting some sort of cosmic interference.
We found lots of this frozen solid in the ground.
Listen to me! Hello!
It's too bad there isn't judgment to go along with that self-confidence.
A deadly runaway missile! Some sort of alien monstrosity waiting to swoop down on us!
Must be some way of getting me warmed up.
You nearly got killed back there.
We don't need them, do we?
Son, Major West did what he thought was right.
- Sure we got back. - [ Chuckles ]
Minus 125 degrees Fahrenheit...
[ John Narrating ] We had passed through the fury of the inland sea...
[ Huffs ] Whose data? Smith's.
- Earthquake! - [ Screams ]
Penny! Oh!
Slowly.
- Let me have it. - Here.
- Ahh. Yeah. - Ah. Good, huh?
We thought you were dead. Oh, Don!
Contradictory? You're not supposed to come up with contradictory conclusions.
I don't know for sure yet. We might even be on Cerberus.
Maureen, check the scope for the nearest landfall.
And we've crossed the ice.
Was it because my dad wouldn't let you realign the batteries?
We've got no choice.
Well, in that case, Dr. Smith, might I suggest...
## [ Humming Continues ]
[ Wind Whistling ]