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There may not be another choice, Will.

We're down to 24 gallons.

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

These are the last mortal words of one...

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?

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

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

Smith may be in a state of shock...

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

Where is Dr. Smith, Robot?

Shall I offer him something to eat?

Work? But, my dear, I am working.

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

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

Now, Judy, don't jump to conclusions.

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

## [ Dr. Smith, Robot Singing Opera ]

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

Can you-- Can you move it?

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

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

[ Dr. Smith Sniffling ]

We found the rind of fruit in her bunk.

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

[ Sneezes Loudly ]

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

At least she seems to be friendly.