Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

## [ Dr. Smith, Robot Singing Opera ]

At least she seems to be friendly.

There may not be another choice, Will.

Work? But, my dear, I am working.

Shall I offer him something to eat?

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

We found the rind of fruit in her bunk.

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

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

Now, Judy, don't jump to conclusions.

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

Can you-- Can you move it?

We're down to 24 gallons.

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

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

These are the last mortal words of one...

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

[ Dr. Smith Sniffling ]

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

Where is Dr. Smith, Robot?

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

Smith may be in a state of shock...

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

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

[ Sneezes Loudly ]

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