Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no. Start fresh.
I don't understand.
- Dump the fuel. - What?
Okay. See you in a bit.
I'm sorry we don't have extra bunks, but there's, uh, blankets.
Right. Well, Jimmy's not going to Alpha Centauri, is he?
Look, I know you and the kids are this team, but...
Identity theft.
the primary and the reserve. So far, our reserves are untouched.
Yeah?
Dad?
What are you doing with that?
Until now.
- I think we should take a breather. - What?
June Harris. Quite a career.
Oh, no.
Level three access confirmed.
- Where the heck have you been? - Figuring out how to save your ass.
we are, metaphorically, maybe, a 600-year drive away.
- Daddy? Daddy, no! - Go! Go!
I'm not gonna need them anymore, so...
- My mom and dad, make sure they're... - I will.
Wait, where's Will?
I need a bigger whiteboard.
Dad, watch out!
Good.
Just an hour, Mom. Then I'll be ready.
Don't tell anyone, but I still get them from time to time.
Surface unstable.
Which is why I need everyone working on the problem.
I was defending myself. It wasn't my fault.
Well, if this is Earth and this is Alpha Centauri,
It was actually Jimmy Sewerth's backyard.
- I am kind of tired. - Yeah. I think we all are.
See you. Good night.
One of the compounds must be similar to its food source on the planet.
Dad, help!
Well, you haven't been around to hear much of anything, so...
Well, thanks for the meal. Have a nice flight.
No, it's okay.