Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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