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Where is Dr. Smith, Robot?

## [ Dr. Smith, Robot Singing Opera ]

These are the last mortal words of one...

So far, so good, unless it starts clumping on the next reading.

We're down to 24 gallons.

We'll just have to wait till we get back to camp to find out.

but not so deep that he'll tell us what he did with the fuel cell.

Can you-- Can you move it?

has now confirmed our fears that its sun would soon be a pitiless enemy.

We found the rind of fruit in her bunk.

Smith may be in a state of shock...

At least she seems to be friendly.

[ Sneezes Loudly ]

- Yes. Isn't it a relief? - What do you mean, Judy?

Now, Judy, don't jump to conclusions.

There may not be another choice, Will.

Work? But, my dear, I am working.

- You'll feel better now. - I doubt it.

Now, we're gonna do everything we can to find him and help him.

- If it's still there. - Splendid idea.

Well, if he buried this here last night, he can't be too far away.

[ Dr. Smith Sniffling ]

people like Dr. Smith are called "injustice collectors."

But it's living in a dream world, Dr. Smith, to ever think...

Shall I offer him something to eat?

John, do you think it would be all right...

Imminent and total dehydration, that's all. I can't go another step.

How did you get it out of the tank? Did you steal the spigot?