Supercar (1961–1962): Season 2, Episode 3 - Operation Superstork - full transcript
Dr Beiker along with Jimmy undertake a flight in Beiker's latest project - a balloon. Unfortunately the balloon is accidentally released from its moorings by Mitch and Supercar is launched in a desperate attempt to save them.
[engines whirring]
? Supercar ?
? With beauty and grace.
fast as can be ?
? Watch it fly through the air ?
? It travels in space or
under the sea ?
? And it can journey anywhere ?
? Supercar?
? It travels on land, or
roams the skies ?
? Through the heavens
mighty rage ?
? It's Mercury-manned,
and everyone cries ?
? Its the marvel of the age ?
? Supercar?
? Supercar ?
[dramatic orchestral music]
- [Narrator] Black Rock, Nevada.
Here in this secret laboratory
belonging to Mike Mercury
and his Supercar team,
the art of electronic
wizardry is carried out.
- Noodle soup.
Wienerschnitzel.
Apple strudel.
Mmm.
This is going to be delicious.
- Mmm, that sure smells good,
Professor.
When do we eat?
- Just a few minutes now, Jimmy.
Now be a good boy and go
and get Mike and Dr. Beaker.
I want them all ready at
the table when I serve,
so that the food is
nice and hot.
- Sure thing, Professor.
? Supercar?
[dramatic theatrical music]
- Dr. Beaker?
[knocking]
Dr. Beaker,
can you hear me?
- [Dr. Beaker] What is it.
Jimmy?
- Lunch is ready, Dr. Beaker.
- [Dr. Beaker] I told you
before, Jimmy,
I don't want to be disturbed
- But Dr. Beaker, you're
hardly stopped to eat
these last couple of days.
[knocking]
Dr. Beaker.
- [Dr. Beaker] Aah.
Satisfactory.
Most satisfactory.
- Oh, well.
Maybe I'll have better
luck with Mike.
[playful theatrical music]
- Well Professor, I guess you
excelled yourself that time.
And what happened
to Dr. Beaker?
- I don't know, Mike.
Oh, he's working on another
of his secret projects.
- Yeah, and he's
locked himself in.
And he just works from morning
till night without stopping.
- Well I suppose we
must be grateful
that he doesn't work
all night too,
with none of us
getting any sleep.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[banging and tapping]
Oh, no!
[machines whirring]
[banging and tapping]
[machines whirring]
[alarm clock ringing]
[snoring]
[crashing]
Boy, oh boy!
What a night.
It's a good thing
I'm a heavy sleeper.
At least I got a bit of rest.
- Yeah, poor old Professor.
He hardly got a wink of sleep.
He sure is making up for
it this morning.
- Hey, what do you suppose
Beaker's building, Jimmy?
A rocket ship to take us
all to the moon?
- Well I guess we don't need
a rocket ship with Supercar.
Say, Mike, you mustn't forget
Dr. Beakers Jelly Babies.
- Jelly Babies?
Oh, you mean those kid's
candies the doc's crazy about.
[sleepy orchestral music]
[snoring]
- Corn. Ham,
[chuckling] donuts, coffee,
and Jelly Babies.
[cash register
clicking and ringing]
Well, that'll be $25,30.
[cash register ringing]
[laughing]
$26,10,
That'll be the Jelly Babies,
I guess,
- You suppose Dr. Beaker
will have finished
his secret project by the
time we get back, Mike?
- Well, we'll soon know, Jimmy,
The lab's just ahead of us.
Hey, look, there he is.
And there's his secret project.
[dramatic theatrical music]
- Aah, satisfactory.
Most satisfactory,
Gee, Dr. Beaker, so that's is
what you've been making.
Yes, Jimmy.
And in record time,
64 hours, 13 minutes,
and 24 and a half seconds.
Tell me, Jimmy, do you like it?
- Sure, I like it, Doc.
But what is it?
What is it?
It's a balloon,
an aerial balloon,
- Do you mean to tell me
that the Black Rock
secret laboratory
that house the most advanced
vehicle in the world,
namely Supercar, is
now producing balloons?
- But my dear fellow,
I'm not suggesting it can
compete with Supercar,
but for the sheer
sensation of flying,
there is nothing to compare
with a gas-filled balloon.
- Yeah, I beat.
- Com on, Jimmy, and Mike,
and join me for a most
exciting experience.
What?
Three feet off the ground?
- Nevertheless, Mike,
it will give you
a feel of ballooning.
[yawning]
- That's better.
What a lovely sleep.
Well, it sounds as if
Beaker has finished
his secret project.
I just can't wait to
see what it is.
Come on, Popkiss,
this won't do.
There's work to be done.
[playful theatrical music]
- Well, Doc, I must admit, you've done
a pretty good job, how did he fly?
- Oh, elementary,
my dear Mike.
You just untie the rope,
and away we go,
- Just as easy as that, eh?
And once you're up there,
how do you bring her down?
- Simple, we turn that valve
and let some of the gas
out, and the balloon
will slowly return to Earth.
- But Doc, I can't see
any valve on the balloon.
[Dr. Baker laughing]
- [Dr. Beaker] Simple, I
haven't yet fitted on,
- You haven't yet fitted on?
- That is what I said.
- So if we were to go up
in the air now, Dr. Beaker,
do you mean we wouldn't be
able to come down again?
- Correct.
- Well, Dr. Beaker, you
don't seem very worried,
- My dear fellow,
the balloon is firmly
tied to a stake
that I have driven six
feet into the ground.
We are all perfectly
safe, I do assure you,
unless of course somebody
were to untie the rope.
[Mitch whooping]
- Mitch!
- Mitch! Catch hold
of the rope, Mitch!
Catch hold of the rope, Mitch!
[Mitch groaning and screeching]
- Tell him to hold on, Jimmy.
It's our only chance.
- [Jimmy] Hold tight!
- Let's hope he understands.
We're about 30 feet up,
it's too far to jump.
[playful theatrical music]
- I wonder whether Beaker
has finished his project yet.
I'll go in and see him.
That's funny, I wonder
where he has gone to.
Beaker?
Doctor Beaker?
- Professor!
Professor Popkiss!
- Hold on, Mitch!
- Professor!
Professor Popkiss!
- Dr. Beaker!
Strange, he doesn't seem
to be anywhere at all.
Mike and Jimmy must
still be in town.
I wonder where Mitch is, Mitch!
- Professor!
Professor!
- [Professor Popkiss] Mitch?
Where are you, Mitch?
[dramatic theatrical music]
[Mitch screeching]
- [Jimmy] Come back, Mitch!
- [Dr. Beaker] Professor!
- [Mike] too late,
we're airborne.
- Huh, there you are, Mitch.
I have been looking all
over for you,
Now, where's Dr. Beaker?
[Mitch chattering]
No, Mitch, he isn't upstairs,
I've already looked there.
[Mitch chattering]
- Oh, I wish Jimmy was here,
He seems to understand
your funny little noises,
He's in town with Mike.
Hello!
Their truck, it's back,
There's something very
strange going on.
If only I knew what it was.
Where can they all be?
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Well, Doc, I guess
we're in a fine mess now.
- I fear so Mike.
We cannot let any gas
out of the balloon,
so the higher we go,
thinner the air,
- I know, Doc,
you mean soon or later
the balloon will burst.
- Just so, Mike,
Just so.
- you mean the balloon's
gonna bust, Dr. Beaker?
And what?
- Well we haven't come to
that yet, Jimmy.
We've got to think fast.
Now how long have we got,
Doc., before she blows?
- Well, the balloon should rise
at 200 feet per minute.
And so according
the calculations
I made the other day,
it should take
about two hours,
Let me se, about one and
a half hours from now.
- Yeah, and that's not
our only trouble, Doc,
Look over there.
- Yes, Mike, I see.
It's a storm.
- And we're heading
straight for it.
- Right.
Routine daily test completed.
I think I'll read the newspaper
until the boys get back
from wherever they are,
[Mitch screeching]
[laughing]
- Where did you find that,
Mitch?
[Mitch gibbering]
You know, Mitch, I do believe
you are trying to tell
me something.
But what?
[Mitch gibbering]
You want me to play with you,
[Mitch gibbering and screeching]
[balloon popping]
[thunder booming]
- Gee, Mike, Dr. Beaker,
I'm kind of scared,
Is everything gonna be okay?
- Now, now, Jimmy.
Leave it all to us,
and just sit there quietly.
I'll give him some candy
from the emergency supply.
- Emergency supplies?
What have you got on board, Doc.?
- Oh, candy, vitamin pills,
a parachute, a rope, the
usual things, you know.
- Did you say parachutes,
Dr. Beaker?
- No, Mike, I said parachute.
We have one.
Only one.
[thunder rumbling]
[wind whistling]
- Dr. Beaker, we've gotta
get out of this jam,
Let's rig Jimmy up with
the parachute.
At least he can be safe.
- Yes, that's a very
sensible suggestion, Mike.
- But Mike, I don't wanna go
and leave you and Dr.
Beaker alone.
- Jimmy, I'm the captain
of this craft,
such as it is.
And I order you to jump,
- I'm sorry, Dr. Beaker
I'm just not going.
I'm gonna stay right
here with you and Mike.
- It's almost lunchtime, Mitch,
and they're still not back.
And it sounds as if there's
a storm approaching,
12:30, lunch is always at 1:00.
So they should be in
at any minute.
They'd never miss their food.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Well, the storm has passed.
- Yeah, at last that
crisis is over.
But how long have we got
before the balloon bursts?
- An hour at the most,
I should think, Mike.
- Say, I've got it.
Mike, you jump by parachute,
and rescue us with Supercar.
- Oh, quiet, Jimmy,
We're trying to think.
- Hey, wait a minute, Doc.
He's got something there.
Quick, there's no time to lose.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Good luck, Mike
- Thanks, Jimmy.
Dr. Beaker, as soon as I land,
I'll get straight back to the
lab and bring up the Supercar.
- Hurry, Mike, there's not
much time left.
- Sure looks a long way down.
See you later, alligator.
[dramatic orchestral music]
Three, four, five.
- Dr. Beaker, Mike's parachute,
it hasn't opened.
Something's gone wrong.
- I think, Jimmy, that Mike
is making a delayed drop.
If he doesn't open his
parachute until the last moment,
he will reach the ground
very much quicker,
and thus save valuable time.
- 15, 16, 17.
It still hasn't opened.
He must be near the
ground by now.
- 23, 24.
Now!
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Jimmy, he's made it!
- Gee, nothing can beat Mike.
Where do you think he's
landing, Dr. Beaker?
- Well, Jimmy, if my
calculations are correct.
Somewhere near Batesville.
- Batesville?
Why, we were there only
this morning,
getting our supplies.
- Coffee, beans, corn,
jelly, molasses.
Cigarettes.
Oh, I sure am glad.
I bought this adding machine.
My, it weren't new,
but it sure was a bargain.
- How much that come to, Andy?
I always get confused when
I get faced with figures.
[chuckling]
- So do I, ma'am.
I mean, that's why I
got this machine.
[cash register clicking]
[cash register ringing
and clicking]
[explosion booming]
[chuckling]
Of course, ma'am, even
the best machines
go wrong sometimes.
- Andy, can I use your phone?
- Sure, Mr. Mercury.
Say, you look as if you've
been out in the desert.
- I just hitched a ride in.
Give me Black Rock one,
please, this is an emergency.
- Say, is that the Mike Mercury?
- Yup, sure is, ma'am.
- Well I declare!
- You know, I think
that Mike and Dr. Beaker
must have taken Jimmy
out camping.
Now Mitch, you must admit
this food looks good
enough to eat.
Old Popkiss is a good cook, eh?
[laughing]
[phone ringing]
Oh, why does the phone
always ring when I'm
about to eat?
Oh well.
[phone ringing]
All right.
I'm coming.
I'm coming.
- [Operator] No reply,
subscriber.
- Try again in two
minutes, this is urgent.
[phone ringing]
- Oh, no!
Too late.
- No reply.
I don't get it, the.
professor must be there.
- Well maybe they were
on the wrong number.
- Yeah, could be.
Try Black Rock one again,
will you?
Yeah, I know you just rang,
now ring again. It's urgent!
They hang up, Mitch.
How many times I've
have told Beaker
that we need more extensions?
Aah, but now, to eat.
[phone ringing]
Oh, no!
Not again.
It's a conspiracy.
We must have the most up-to-date
equipment Here, in the world,
and yet not
enough telephones.
[dramatic theatrical music]
- Professor, Mike here.
- Mike!
What happened to you?
You just vanished into thin air.
- You can say that again.
now listen, this is urgent.
Fly Supercar here at once.
I'm at Batesille.
Meet you at the edge of town
on highway 5, near Grant's Garage.
Now don't ask any
questions, just get moving.
We've got just 15 minutes
to save Beaker and Jimmy.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- How are you
feeling now, Jimmy?
A little better?
- Yeah, Dr. Beaker.
Why do we need oxygen?
- Because of the altitude.
The air is getting.
very thin here.
You don't wanna use oxygen
mask now, Dr. Beaker?
- No, Jimmy.
I'm alright for a
little while yet.
- How long is it, Dr. Beaker,
before the balloon explodes?
- It's difficult to say, Jimmy.
15 minutes at the most,
but it could explode any second.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[explosion booming]
- Throttle!
[engines roaring]
Open those doors, Mitch,
and don't get into
mischief while I'm away.
[switch clicking]
[doors rattling]
Full boost vertical.
[hydraulics hissing]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[triumphant orchestral music]
That must be Mike's mark.
Categories are to dive.
[mysterious orchestral music]
- Aah, that's better.
No sign of Supercar, Jimmy.
- It should have been
here by now, Dr. Beaker.
Sure seems a long time
since Mike jumped.
Maybe he got hurt.
- Now you know the drill,
Professor.
You get in touch
with the Air Force,
when their observers
find the balloon,
you radio it's position to me.
- Okay, Mike.
- There's a phone at the gas
station, a half mile from here.
- Good luck, Mike.
- Full boost vertical.
[triumphant orchestral music]
[engines whirring]
Switching to rocket fuel boost.
Power boost.
[engines roaring]
Air speed, 3,700 knots.
- Control Center, we are
searching for a balloon.
That's right, there s
two occupants onboard.
The balloon will
burst any minute.
Please, ask your observers to
track it, and phone me here
when you've found it.
And please hurry.
- Still no sign of Supercar,
Dr. Beaker.
What's happened to Mike?
- Well, one of the problems,
Jimmy.
is going to be finding us.
We've drifted a long way,
and we're just a
speck in the sky.
[engines whirring]
- Hello, Professor.
Mike here, flying at
22,000 feet.
Just no sign of them anywhere.
Maybe the balloon has
already burst
Maybe we're too late, Professor.
Hello, Mike?
Popkiss here.
I'm waiting for the Air
Force to call me.
They're searching for
the balloon now.
[mysterious orchestral music]
- How are you, Jimmy,
old fellow?
- I'm okay, Dr. Beaker.
I'm trying to be brave,
just as I know Mike would be.
- Good boy, Jimmy.
We may still have a chance.
[air hissing]
Too late, the
fabric's given way!
The gas is escaping!
Now be brave, now, Jimmy.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Guess I should've made
Jimmy use that parachute.
I just don't think I'm
gonna find them.
- Mike, Popkiss here.
We found them.
Here's that position.
They are 65 miles south
of Batesville.
That'll do.
Turning to one eight magnetic.
Firing both rocket boosters.
[dramatic orchestral music]
Switching to clear view,
telephoto lens.
I've got it!
The balloon's burst, Professor!
It's too late, they're
falling like a stone.
- Mike, can you hook them
with the antenna at the
front of Supercar?
- It could be, I'll try anyway.
Air speed 4,000 knots,
closing fast.
Forward 10 degrees,
that's better.
Range, 2,000 yards.
Seems like 15 seconds from now.
- Try the air brakes, Mike.
If you hit them at that speed,
you'll tear the
balloon to pieces.
- Roger, will do at 200 feet.
Five, four, three, two, one,
fire!
[flames roaring]
I got, Professor!
I got it!
Good for you, Mike.
How are they?
- They're okay, Professor,
probably shaken up a
bit, but they're okay.
I feel like a stork
delivering my first baby.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[triumphant orchestral music]
[engines whistling]
Well, we made it.
I never thought we would,
but we made it.
And now, home sweet home.
- I sure never thought
we'd ever see it again.
- And now to deal with Mitch.
- What do you mean, Dr. Beaker?
What I mean? I mean that
meddling monkey has got to go.
- But Dr. Beaker--
- No buts, Jimmy.
He's got to go.
Do you realize we
almost lost our lives
because of Mitch.
[playful theatrical music]
Oh, pudding!
My favorite roly-poly pudding.
[laughing]
Good old Mitch.
- You know, Jimmy,
there's an old saying:
the way to a man's heart
is through his stomach.
Even Mitch knew that.
[playful theatrical music]
[Mitch squealing]
[engines whirring]
Subtitles: Kilo
? Supercar ?
? With beauty and grace.
fast as can be ?
? Watch it fly through the air ?
? It travels in space or
under the sea ?
? And it can journey anywhere ?
? Supercar?
? It travels on land, or
roams the skies ?
? Through the heavens
mighty rage ?
? It's Mercury-manned,
and everyone cries ?
? Its the marvel of the age ?
? Supercar?
? Supercar ?
? Supercar ?
? With beauty and grace.
fast as can be ?
? Watch it fly through the air ?
? It travels in space or
under the sea ?
? And it can journey anywhere ?
? Supercar?
? It travels on land, or
roams the skies ?
? Through the heavens
mighty rage ?
? It's Mercury-manned,
and everyone cries ?
? Its the marvel of the age ?
? Supercar?
? Supercar ?
[dramatic orchestral music]
- [Narrator] Black Rock, Nevada.
Here in this secret laboratory
belonging to Mike Mercury
and his Supercar team,
the art of electronic
wizardry is carried out.
- Noodle soup.
Wienerschnitzel.
Apple strudel.
Mmm.
This is going to be delicious.
- Mmm, that sure smells good,
Professor.
When do we eat?
- Just a few minutes now, Jimmy.
Now be a good boy and go
and get Mike and Dr. Beaker.
I want them all ready at
the table when I serve,
so that the food is
nice and hot.
- Sure thing, Professor.
? Supercar?
[dramatic theatrical music]
- Dr. Beaker?
[knocking]
Dr. Beaker,
can you hear me?
- [Dr. Beaker] What is it.
Jimmy?
- Lunch is ready, Dr. Beaker.
- [Dr. Beaker] I told you
before, Jimmy,
I don't want to be disturbed
- But Dr. Beaker, you're
hardly stopped to eat
these last couple of days.
[knocking]
Dr. Beaker.
- [Dr. Beaker] Aah.
Satisfactory.
Most satisfactory.
- Oh, well.
Maybe I'll have better
luck with Mike.
[playful theatrical music]
- Well Professor, I guess you
excelled yourself that time.
And what happened
to Dr. Beaker?
- I don't know, Mike.
Oh, he's working on another
of his secret projects.
- Yeah, and he's
locked himself in.
And he just works from morning
till night without stopping.
- Well I suppose we
must be grateful
that he doesn't work
all night too,
with none of us
getting any sleep.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[banging and tapping]
Oh, no!
[machines whirring]
[banging and tapping]
[machines whirring]
[alarm clock ringing]
[snoring]
[crashing]
Boy, oh boy!
What a night.
It's a good thing
I'm a heavy sleeper.
At least I got a bit of rest.
- Yeah, poor old Professor.
He hardly got a wink of sleep.
He sure is making up for
it this morning.
- Hey, what do you suppose
Beaker's building, Jimmy?
A rocket ship to take us
all to the moon?
- Well I guess we don't need
a rocket ship with Supercar.
Say, Mike, you mustn't forget
Dr. Beakers Jelly Babies.
- Jelly Babies?
Oh, you mean those kid's
candies the doc's crazy about.
[sleepy orchestral music]
[snoring]
- Corn. Ham,
[chuckling] donuts, coffee,
and Jelly Babies.
[cash register
clicking and ringing]
Well, that'll be $25,30.
[cash register ringing]
[laughing]
$26,10,
That'll be the Jelly Babies,
I guess,
- You suppose Dr. Beaker
will have finished
his secret project by the
time we get back, Mike?
- Well, we'll soon know, Jimmy,
The lab's just ahead of us.
Hey, look, there he is.
And there's his secret project.
[dramatic theatrical music]
- Aah, satisfactory.
Most satisfactory,
Gee, Dr. Beaker, so that's is
what you've been making.
Yes, Jimmy.
And in record time,
64 hours, 13 minutes,
and 24 and a half seconds.
Tell me, Jimmy, do you like it?
- Sure, I like it, Doc.
But what is it?
What is it?
It's a balloon,
an aerial balloon,
- Do you mean to tell me
that the Black Rock
secret laboratory
that house the most advanced
vehicle in the world,
namely Supercar, is
now producing balloons?
- But my dear fellow,
I'm not suggesting it can
compete with Supercar,
but for the sheer
sensation of flying,
there is nothing to compare
with a gas-filled balloon.
- Yeah, I beat.
- Com on, Jimmy, and Mike,
and join me for a most
exciting experience.
What?
Three feet off the ground?
- Nevertheless, Mike,
it will give you
a feel of ballooning.
[yawning]
- That's better.
What a lovely sleep.
Well, it sounds as if
Beaker has finished
his secret project.
I just can't wait to
see what it is.
Come on, Popkiss,
this won't do.
There's work to be done.
[playful theatrical music]
- Well, Doc, I must admit, you've done
a pretty good job, how did he fly?
- Oh, elementary,
my dear Mike.
You just untie the rope,
and away we go,
- Just as easy as that, eh?
And once you're up there,
how do you bring her down?
- Simple, we turn that valve
and let some of the gas
out, and the balloon
will slowly return to Earth.
- But Doc, I can't see
any valve on the balloon.
[Dr. Baker laughing]
- [Dr. Beaker] Simple, I
haven't yet fitted on,
- You haven't yet fitted on?
- That is what I said.
- So if we were to go up
in the air now, Dr. Beaker,
do you mean we wouldn't be
able to come down again?
- Correct.
- Well, Dr. Beaker, you
don't seem very worried,
- My dear fellow,
the balloon is firmly
tied to a stake
that I have driven six
feet into the ground.
We are all perfectly
safe, I do assure you,
unless of course somebody
were to untie the rope.
[Mitch whooping]
- Mitch!
- Mitch! Catch hold
of the rope, Mitch!
Catch hold of the rope, Mitch!
[Mitch groaning and screeching]
- Tell him to hold on, Jimmy.
It's our only chance.
- [Jimmy] Hold tight!
- Let's hope he understands.
We're about 30 feet up,
it's too far to jump.
[playful theatrical music]
- I wonder whether Beaker
has finished his project yet.
I'll go in and see him.
That's funny, I wonder
where he has gone to.
Beaker?
Doctor Beaker?
- Professor!
Professor Popkiss!
- Hold on, Mitch!
- Professor!
Professor Popkiss!
- Dr. Beaker!
Strange, he doesn't seem
to be anywhere at all.
Mike and Jimmy must
still be in town.
I wonder where Mitch is, Mitch!
- Professor!
Professor!
- [Professor Popkiss] Mitch?
Where are you, Mitch?
[dramatic theatrical music]
[Mitch screeching]
- [Jimmy] Come back, Mitch!
- [Dr. Beaker] Professor!
- [Mike] too late,
we're airborne.
- Huh, there you are, Mitch.
I have been looking all
over for you,
Now, where's Dr. Beaker?
[Mitch chattering]
No, Mitch, he isn't upstairs,
I've already looked there.
[Mitch chattering]
- Oh, I wish Jimmy was here,
He seems to understand
your funny little noises,
He's in town with Mike.
Hello!
Their truck, it's back,
There's something very
strange going on.
If only I knew what it was.
Where can they all be?
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Well, Doc, I guess
we're in a fine mess now.
- I fear so Mike.
We cannot let any gas
out of the balloon,
so the higher we go,
thinner the air,
- I know, Doc,
you mean soon or later
the balloon will burst.
- Just so, Mike,
Just so.
- you mean the balloon's
gonna bust, Dr. Beaker?
And what?
- Well we haven't come to
that yet, Jimmy.
We've got to think fast.
Now how long have we got,
Doc., before she blows?
- Well, the balloon should rise
at 200 feet per minute.
And so according
the calculations
I made the other day,
it should take
about two hours,
Let me se, about one and
a half hours from now.
- Yeah, and that's not
our only trouble, Doc,
Look over there.
- Yes, Mike, I see.
It's a storm.
- And we're heading
straight for it.
- Right.
Routine daily test completed.
I think I'll read the newspaper
until the boys get back
from wherever they are,
[Mitch screeching]
[laughing]
- Where did you find that,
Mitch?
[Mitch gibbering]
You know, Mitch, I do believe
you are trying to tell
me something.
But what?
[Mitch gibbering]
You want me to play with you,
[Mitch gibbering and screeching]
[balloon popping]
[thunder booming]
- Gee, Mike, Dr. Beaker,
I'm kind of scared,
Is everything gonna be okay?
- Now, now, Jimmy.
Leave it all to us,
and just sit there quietly.
I'll give him some candy
from the emergency supply.
- Emergency supplies?
What have you got on board, Doc.?
- Oh, candy, vitamin pills,
a parachute, a rope, the
usual things, you know.
- Did you say parachutes,
Dr. Beaker?
- No, Mike, I said parachute.
We have one.
Only one.
[thunder rumbling]
[wind whistling]
- Dr. Beaker, we've gotta
get out of this jam,
Let's rig Jimmy up with
the parachute.
At least he can be safe.
- Yes, that's a very
sensible suggestion, Mike.
- But Mike, I don't wanna go
and leave you and Dr.
Beaker alone.
- Jimmy, I'm the captain
of this craft,
such as it is.
And I order you to jump,
- I'm sorry, Dr. Beaker
I'm just not going.
I'm gonna stay right
here with you and Mike.
- It's almost lunchtime, Mitch,
and they're still not back.
And it sounds as if there's
a storm approaching,
12:30, lunch is always at 1:00.
So they should be in
at any minute.
They'd never miss their food.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Well, the storm has passed.
- Yeah, at last that
crisis is over.
But how long have we got
before the balloon bursts?
- An hour at the most,
I should think, Mike.
- Say, I've got it.
Mike, you jump by parachute,
and rescue us with Supercar.
- Oh, quiet, Jimmy,
We're trying to think.
- Hey, wait a minute, Doc.
He's got something there.
Quick, there's no time to lose.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Good luck, Mike
- Thanks, Jimmy.
Dr. Beaker, as soon as I land,
I'll get straight back to the
lab and bring up the Supercar.
- Hurry, Mike, there's not
much time left.
- Sure looks a long way down.
See you later, alligator.
[dramatic orchestral music]
Three, four, five.
- Dr. Beaker, Mike's parachute,
it hasn't opened.
Something's gone wrong.
- I think, Jimmy, that Mike
is making a delayed drop.
If he doesn't open his
parachute until the last moment,
he will reach the ground
very much quicker,
and thus save valuable time.
- 15, 16, 17.
It still hasn't opened.
He must be near the
ground by now.
- 23, 24.
Now!
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Jimmy, he's made it!
- Gee, nothing can beat Mike.
Where do you think he's
landing, Dr. Beaker?
- Well, Jimmy, if my
calculations are correct.
Somewhere near Batesville.
- Batesville?
Why, we were there only
this morning,
getting our supplies.
- Coffee, beans, corn,
jelly, molasses.
Cigarettes.
Oh, I sure am glad.
I bought this adding machine.
My, it weren't new,
but it sure was a bargain.
- How much that come to, Andy?
I always get confused when
I get faced with figures.
[chuckling]
- So do I, ma'am.
I mean, that's why I
got this machine.
[cash register clicking]
[cash register ringing
and clicking]
[explosion booming]
[chuckling]
Of course, ma'am, even
the best machines
go wrong sometimes.
- Andy, can I use your phone?
- Sure, Mr. Mercury.
Say, you look as if you've
been out in the desert.
- I just hitched a ride in.
Give me Black Rock one,
please, this is an emergency.
- Say, is that the Mike Mercury?
- Yup, sure is, ma'am.
- Well I declare!
- You know, I think
that Mike and Dr. Beaker
must have taken Jimmy
out camping.
Now Mitch, you must admit
this food looks good
enough to eat.
Old Popkiss is a good cook, eh?
[laughing]
[phone ringing]
Oh, why does the phone
always ring when I'm
about to eat?
Oh well.
[phone ringing]
All right.
I'm coming.
I'm coming.
- [Operator] No reply,
subscriber.
- Try again in two
minutes, this is urgent.
[phone ringing]
- Oh, no!
Too late.
- No reply.
I don't get it, the.
professor must be there.
- Well maybe they were
on the wrong number.
- Yeah, could be.
Try Black Rock one again,
will you?
Yeah, I know you just rang,
now ring again. It's urgent!
They hang up, Mitch.
How many times I've
have told Beaker
that we need more extensions?
Aah, but now, to eat.
[phone ringing]
Oh, no!
Not again.
It's a conspiracy.
We must have the most up-to-date
equipment Here, in the world,
and yet not
enough telephones.
[dramatic theatrical music]
- Professor, Mike here.
- Mike!
What happened to you?
You just vanished into thin air.
- You can say that again.
now listen, this is urgent.
Fly Supercar here at once.
I'm at Batesille.
Meet you at the edge of town
on highway 5, near Grant's Garage.
Now don't ask any
questions, just get moving.
We've got just 15 minutes
to save Beaker and Jimmy.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- How are you
feeling now, Jimmy?
A little better?
- Yeah, Dr. Beaker.
Why do we need oxygen?
- Because of the altitude.
The air is getting.
very thin here.
You don't wanna use oxygen
mask now, Dr. Beaker?
- No, Jimmy.
I'm alright for a
little while yet.
- How long is it, Dr. Beaker,
before the balloon explodes?
- It's difficult to say, Jimmy.
15 minutes at the most,
but it could explode any second.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[explosion booming]
- Throttle!
[engines roaring]
Open those doors, Mitch,
and don't get into
mischief while I'm away.
[switch clicking]
[doors rattling]
Full boost vertical.
[hydraulics hissing]
[dramatic orchestral music]
[triumphant orchestral music]
That must be Mike's mark.
Categories are to dive.
[mysterious orchestral music]
- Aah, that's better.
No sign of Supercar, Jimmy.
- It should have been
here by now, Dr. Beaker.
Sure seems a long time
since Mike jumped.
Maybe he got hurt.
- Now you know the drill,
Professor.
You get in touch
with the Air Force,
when their observers
find the balloon,
you radio it's position to me.
- Okay, Mike.
- There's a phone at the gas
station, a half mile from here.
- Good luck, Mike.
- Full boost vertical.
[triumphant orchestral music]
[engines whirring]
Switching to rocket fuel boost.
Power boost.
[engines roaring]
Air speed, 3,700 knots.
- Control Center, we are
searching for a balloon.
That's right, there s
two occupants onboard.
The balloon will
burst any minute.
Please, ask your observers to
track it, and phone me here
when you've found it.
And please hurry.
- Still no sign of Supercar,
Dr. Beaker.
What's happened to Mike?
- Well, one of the problems,
Jimmy.
is going to be finding us.
We've drifted a long way,
and we're just a
speck in the sky.
[engines whirring]
- Hello, Professor.
Mike here, flying at
22,000 feet.
Just no sign of them anywhere.
Maybe the balloon has
already burst
Maybe we're too late, Professor.
Hello, Mike?
Popkiss here.
I'm waiting for the Air
Force to call me.
They're searching for
the balloon now.
[mysterious orchestral music]
- How are you, Jimmy,
old fellow?
- I'm okay, Dr. Beaker.
I'm trying to be brave,
just as I know Mike would be.
- Good boy, Jimmy.
We may still have a chance.
[air hissing]
Too late, the
fabric's given way!
The gas is escaping!
Now be brave, now, Jimmy.
[dramatic orchestral music]
- Guess I should've made
Jimmy use that parachute.
I just don't think I'm
gonna find them.
- Mike, Popkiss here.
We found them.
Here's that position.
They are 65 miles south
of Batesville.
That'll do.
Turning to one eight magnetic.
Firing both rocket boosters.
[dramatic orchestral music]
Switching to clear view,
telephoto lens.
I've got it!
The balloon's burst, Professor!
It's too late, they're
falling like a stone.
- Mike, can you hook them
with the antenna at the
front of Supercar?
- It could be, I'll try anyway.
Air speed 4,000 knots,
closing fast.
Forward 10 degrees,
that's better.
Range, 2,000 yards.
Seems like 15 seconds from now.
- Try the air brakes, Mike.
If you hit them at that speed,
you'll tear the
balloon to pieces.
- Roger, will do at 200 feet.
Five, four, three, two, one,
fire!
[flames roaring]
I got, Professor!
I got it!
Good for you, Mike.
How are they?
- They're okay, Professor,
probably shaken up a
bit, but they're okay.
I feel like a stork
delivering my first baby.
[dramatic orchestral music]
[triumphant orchestral music]
[engines whistling]
Well, we made it.
I never thought we would,
but we made it.
And now, home sweet home.
- I sure never thought
we'd ever see it again.
- And now to deal with Mitch.
- What do you mean, Dr. Beaker?
What I mean? I mean that
meddling monkey has got to go.
- But Dr. Beaker--
- No buts, Jimmy.
He's got to go.
Do you realize we
almost lost our lives
because of Mitch.
[playful theatrical music]
Oh, pudding!
My favorite roly-poly pudding.
[laughing]
Good old Mitch.
- You know, Jimmy,
there's an old saying:
the way to a man's heart
is through his stomach.
Even Mitch knew that.
[playful theatrical music]
[Mitch squealing]
[engines whirring]
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