Opening: [Fade-in to Supercar flying above the clouds, then going through her paces]

Scene: Billy, Jimmy, and Mitch are flying over the ocean in a small, single-engine airplane.

Bill: "Well, Jimmy, better start looking around for Hudson Field. We’ll be back there in about 20 minutes."

Jimmy: "Gee, I sure do love flying."

Mitch: "Oo ooo oo oo."

Bill: "So does Mitch, I recon. Well, Jimmy, you still want to be a pilot like your big brother?"

Jimmy: "Sure do. Guess it won’t hurt to have two pilots in the family."

[Engine sputters]

Bill: "Hold it. We’ve got trouble."

Jimmy: "What’s the matter, Bill?"

Bill: "Engine’s cutting out. We’re losing altitude fast. We’ll have to ditch. Jimmy, stand by to get that raft out, and brace yourself. Mayday, mayday, mayday. Hudson Field, this is Falcon two-six calling, mayday. Engine failure. I’m ditching."

[Cut to view of radio and speaker at Hudson Field.]

Bill: [Through the radio speaker] "Position approximately 30, three zero, miles west of Devil’s Point. Sea-level visibility looks bad."

[Cut to Air Traffic Controller (ATC) sitting at radio console.]

Bill: "Do you read my position? Over."

ATC: "Roger. Organizing helicopter rescue. Over."

[Cut to airplane cockpit, showing Mitch’s point of view from rear seat, looking at the backs of Billy’s and Jimmy’s heads, and ocean growing closer out the front window.]

Bill: [With a sense of urgency] "Roger Hudson Field. Impact in 30 seconds from now. Falcon two-six out."

[Music reaches crescendo; fade to black]

Scene: [Fade-in to helicopter hovering; cut to pilot.]

Pilot: "Hudson Field rescue, this is Navy four-nine. How do you read? Over."

[Scene cuts between pilot and ATC at radio in tower as they speak.]

ATC: "Navy four nine, loud and clear. Report on visibility."

Pilot: "Rescue Hudson Field, visibility fair. Heavy ground haze in places. Over."

ATC: "Weather report says visibility in crash zone is liable to get worse; you may have difficulty in spotting survivors. Over."

[Cut to Bill, Jimmy, and Mitch floating in the raft. Bill is slumped down, Jimmy is sitting upright, and Mitch is standing.]

Jimmy: "It’s getting misty. [Soft music] Sure seems we’ve been here a long time, Mitch."

Mitch: "Oo, oo oo."

Jimmy: "They’ll pick us up soon, though. Wish I could do something for Bill. I guess the only place for him is in the hospital."

[Cut to helicopter pilot; no music.]

Pilot: "Rescue Hudson Field, this is Navy four-nine. I’m now in reported crash zone. Visibility 400 yards. I’m dropping down for better look. Over."

[Cut to raft. No music. Helicopter can be heard.]

Jimmy: "Engines, Mitch! I can hear engines! We’re gonna be rescued!"

[Cut to far-off view of raft looking like a tiny speck, growing larger.]

Pilot: "Hudson Field, this is Navy four-nine. I’ve sited raft and two survivors." [Two figures can be seen waving.]

ATC: "Roger, monitoring this frequency. Transmit for fix, and good luck. Over."

Pilot: "Navy four-nine. I’ve lost them again." Visibility getting worse by the minute. I’ll make another pass."

ATC: "Roger, four-nine."

Pilot: "Hudson Field from Navy. Visibility closing in fast. I’m dropping marker. Will report back on next pass. Over and out."

[Transition fade-out]

Scene: [Transition fade-in] Black Rock, view is from behind Prof. Popkiss and Mike Mercury at the control console with lots of blinking lights. Supercar sits in front of them, the engine whining down. Various things are twirling and spinning.

Popkiss: [Speaks with an Austrian accent] "Right burners off. Interlock off. Generator off. Controls locked. Cut main power." [Mike throws a switch] Well, heh heh."

[Cut to close-up of Supercar, camera panning up]

Popkiss: [Through a speaker] "There she is, Mike. Supercar! Five years work, and now I think she’s nearly ready."

[Cut to front view looking down on Popkiss and Mike at the console]

Mike: "I can’t wait to fly her, Professor."

Popkiss: "Vell, the next time you’ll be in the cockpit, and in another seven days, we’ll give her a full-shcale test run."

Mike: "Well, great Professor. It’s been a long time, but worth every minute. Do you hear that, Doctor Beaker? Hey, where’s Beaker?"

[Cut to view of Supercar’s tail, with a balding head rising from behind it]

Mike: [Through a speaker] "Dr. Beaker!"

Beaker: [Speaks with a British accent] "Mmm, here, here."

Popkiss: "Beaker, what on earth are you doing?"

Beaker: "Mmnn, uh, what was I doing? Uh oh yes. I’ll be interested in the effect of the engine exhaust on the material of the launching bay. Do you know it’s not standing up to it very well, Professor?"

Mike: "Anything that’s dangerous you seem to be interested in. Now what’s it doing, anyway? Melting?"

Beaker: "Melting? Of course not! Ceramics don’t melt. I should have thought you would have known that. It’s uh, nn, it’s crazing*."

Radio: "We interrupt this program to bring you a special news bulletin. Search-and-rescue officials have announced that hope for rescue is now fading for Bill and Jimmy Gibson, adrift in a raft 25 miles off Devil’s Point, California, after their plane ditched early this morning. Rescue pilots have advised that visibility is now zero, and all planes are returning to base. An early report from a rescue helicopter suggested that the pilot, Bill Gibson, may be injured. Stay tuned to this station for further announcements."

Mike: "How long did you say, Professor? Seven more days?"

Popkiss: "Now, Mike…"

Mike: "Now listen, Professor, what better way to test out the Supercar than rescuing those kids from the sea?"

Popkiss: "Mike. Ve’ve taken five long years to build zis car, and after many failures, ve’ve now reached the point where we think we have ze answers. But we only think, Mike, we don’t know."

Beaker: "I-i-it would be, uh, nnn uh, a-a good time to try out my uh ClearVu apparatus, would it not?"

Popkiss: "Now don’t you start, Beaker! Mike’s bad enough! You know, Mike, you always have a way of talking that makes me want to agree wis you. But not this time!"

Scene: The raft is floating in near darkness.

Bill: "How long have we been here, Jimmy?"

Jimmy: "I don’t know, Bill. Seems like an awful long time."

Bill: "Hasn’t there been any sign of a, a rescue plane?"

Jimmy: "Yeah, but it was too misty, and they couldn’t find us."

Bill: "That means we’ll have drifted from the position I gave the field, too."

Scene: Back at Black Rock.

Beaker: "Nn-I think we should try and pick them up without delay, in, nnnn-uh, nnnn, um, Supercar."

Mike: "Yeah, but you know what the Professor said, Doc: not to move until she’s thoroughly tested. It’s just that time is the one thing we’re short of. But I guess he’s right."

Beaker: "Nnn, eh eh, I believe so, I do believe so. For one thing, I should not feel entirely happy, uh, about the rocket outlets."

Mike: "Rocket outlets? Why?"

Beaker: "Mmm, well, they are, you see, made of ceramic. And I am, nnnn, suddenly mindful of what happened to the ceramic of the launching bay. Uhh, you remember?"

Mike: "But Doc, that’s not the same ceramic the rocket nozzles are made of, is it?"

Beaker: "Nnn admittedly, nn ah, no. But all the same, eh, for my own peace of mind, if nothing else, I’m going to run a heat test on the rocket outlet material. It is just possible that the exhaust gas temperature may be higher than our tests at first, uh, nnnn dah, indicated."

Mike: "Mind if I stick around?"

Beaker: "Certainly not. Most certainly not. We will watch a segment of the ceramic material being subjected to an extremely high temperature, ahh, through this dark panel of glass. N-you, you see, the glare is likely to be, nnn, i-i-is likely to be, nnn-uhh, en, eh severe. Well now, em, first I will build up a considerable electro-static high-voltage charge, in these storage condensers." [Clunk]

Mike: "Mmm hm."

Beaker: "Uh, ‘ere, this takes a few minutes. The charge must be the precise amount!"

[Whine starts and begins to rise slowly in pitch]

Mike: "Why is that?"

Beaker: "Weh, if it were too heavy in my opinion - and it is only an opinion — there could be an explosion."

Mike: "Thanks."

Beaker: "Nn, ah, yes. Ah, nearly ready. And now, I release the charge, [thunk] and the thermite bomb fires." [Loud explosion and blinding flash] Most interesting. Most interesting. Mm hm. Nnn, oh, I really must overcome this problem."

Mike: "What’s the trouble, Doc?"

Beaker: "Nnn I find it most irritating! It takes far too long to bring this liquid to a suitable temperature for infusion."

Mike: "Is this part of the test for the ceramic, Doctor?"

Beaker: "Test for the ceramic? Nuh-no, of course not. I’m just making a cup of tea."

Mike: "A cup’a tea?!! But what about the test you just carried out? Was it okay??"

Beaker: "Eh test? Oooooh, eh heh heh heh heh heh, test. Satisfactory. Nnn ahhh, most satisfactory."

Mike: "Well, c’mon Doc, let’s get working on the car!"

Beaker: "I’ll be with you in a moment, pilot. Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know. [Burble sound] Nnn ah-es. Satisfactory. Most Satisfactory."

Scene: The raft, in almost pitch dark.

Bill: "Jimmy, there’s an emergency package in the side of the raft. Enough supplies and water to keep us going for a day or so."

Jimmy: "Okay Bill. I’ll get you a drink of water."

Mitch: "Oo, ooo. Oo oo oo oo!"

Jimmy: "Mitch! Put that down!"

Mitch: "Oo oo oo! Screeeech, screech! [Splash] Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo. Screeeeeeeech!"

Billy: "Aww, gee Mitch. Now look what you’ve done. Now we’ve got no food or water."

Scene: Black Rock - Mike is sitting in Supercar.

Mike: "Stand by to test wing retraction."

[Mike’s ‘hand’ reaches out and flips the switch — the wings retract]

Popkiss: "Seems alright, Mike? Got to be sure, though. How about cockpit pressurization?"

Mike: "Ready when you are, Professor. Testing cockpit pressurization now. [Hiss] Yeah, that seems okay. Okay by you, Dr. Beaker?"

Beaker: "Uh-uh-oh yes, uh Mike, uh, mm that seems to be in order. I read one atmosphere. Is that mmm, uh, what you have, pilot?"

Mike: "On the button, Doctor."

Popkiss: "Well, dat is very satisfactory. I’m beginning to think we could run a full-shcale flight test in, five days? What do you think?"

Mike: "I’m glad to hear you say that, Professor. But as you say, we’ve gotta be sure."

Popkiss: "By the vay, uh, anything new over the radio?"

Mike: "I guess not, Professor. Why?"

Popkiss: "Oh, uhhh, nothing, I vas just wondering whether zey’ve picked up those two in ze raft yet. That’s all."

Mike: "I doubt it. I recon they must be feeling pretty low about now."

Scene: Back at the raft.

Jimmy: "Wish Mitch hadn’t dropped our emergency pack overboard."

Bill: "Nothing we can do about that. It wasn’t his fault. Eh, he didn’t know. We’ll just have to hope the rescue boys turn up soon, that’s all."

Jimmy: "Bill, what about the dye markers? They’d help, wouldn’t they? Shall I drop one over?"

Bill: "No use in this fog. It’d be alright if it was clear. In fact, if it was clear, we’d, we’d stand a better chance all around."

Scene: Black Rock — Mike is sitting in Supercar.

Mike: "This ClearVu gizmo: should we test it now? Okay with you, Dr. Beaker?"

Beaker: "Neh certainly, most certainly.

[Cut to ClearVu]

Popkiss: "Here goes, zen. Smoke generator on… No shmoke. That’s funny. Dr. Beaker, we don’t seem to have any shmoke."

Beaker: "N-n-no smoke? Em, em, oh, well, now who’s a fool?"

Popkiss: "What’s wrong?"

Beaker: "Neh small miscalculation. Uh, Professor, I’ve omitted to remove the uh, mm, eh safety cap. Uh, one second."

Popkiss: "Hold on a minute, Mike. Beaker has just gone to look at ze shmoke rig."

Beaker: "Mmn, ah yes. As I thought. The valve is closed. Just one tug to the right and… " [Smoke billows from the valve; Beaker coughs]

Popkiss: "Well, now’s the time to see if ze ClearVu works!"

Mike: "Switching to ClearVu now, Professor."

Popkiss: "Yes Mike, I can see Beaker clearly. Heh, heh, heh, but I don’t think Beaker can see much. Heh heh heh, heh. Alright Doctor, shtarboard sthree pazes. Half ahead port. There, heh, you should be alright now."

Mike: "I guess this means that gizmo’s passed the practical test, eh?"

Beaker: "Satisfactory, most satisfactory! Mm-uh, what do you think, pilot?"

Mike: "Four-Oh, Doctor."

Popkiss: "Good for your brainchild, Beaker. Shall we try the navigational video map, too?"

Mike: "Sure thing, Professor. Selecting video plan now. [Bleeping] Video plan working — we’ll switch back to ClearVu. I recon you could see a raft in the sea through the thickest fog. I only wish we could use it to rescue those kids."

Popkiss: "You never give up, do you, Mike? You make it very difficult for me to say no."

Mike: "Oh, that’s okay, Prof. I understand how you feel. Five long years of experiments and hard work on the Supercar, and now I’m trying to rush you into a rescue flight. Oh, I don’t blame you for refusing."

Popkiss: "Who’s refusing, Mike? What’s five years as compared to two lives? You still want to go?"

Mike: "Well, sure I still want to go! But we gotta work fast if we want to find them alive!"

Popkiss: "Well, if we get down to it, work all night, we may have Supercar ready by dawn."

[Transition to fade-out, then fade-in to outside view of Black Rock the next morning — music comes on strong]

Popkiss: [Very matter-of-fact] "Right, Mike. She’s ready. Stand by for take-off. Beaker, will you check the instruments for us?"

[Beaker flips a switch a couple of times while his console starts twirling and be-booping]

Popkiss: [As the computer lights come on and the tape starts spinning] "Good luck, Mike. Here we go."

Mike: "First time I ever sat in this thing on full boost."

Popkiss: "Charging port engine." [Thunk]

[The engine whine increases, and the dashboard RPM indicator rises]

Mike: "Five thousand. Seven thousand. Nine thousand. Eleven thousand. Thirteen thousand. Fourteen thousand. Fifteen thousand!"

Popkiss: "Interlock on. Correct, Beaker, will you confirm, please?"

Beaker: "Yes, indeed, it’s eh, all correct here."

Mike: "Fire one!"

[Loud boom as smoke shoots out the four outer nozzles]

Popkiss: "Charging starboard engine."

Mike: "Five thousand. Seven thousand. Nine thousand… Nine thousand, five hundred. It’s trouble, Professor."

[Danger sign flashes and beeps]

Popkiss: "I can’t hold off much longer. Mike, what does she read now?"

Mike: "Still nine-five!"

Popkiss: "I’m switching over to stand-by."

Mike: "Still reading nine-five!"

[The spinny-thingy is going crazy!]

Popkiss: "She’s overheating, Mike! Cut the engines and get out!"

Beaker: "I uh, mm I think I have a suggestion."

Mike: "Well let’s have it then, quick!"

Beaker: "Uhh, I think, and I only think, mind you, that if you were to try turning the starboard engine air-feed pressure line on and off in, nnn ehhh nnn, ahh, in quick succession, eh, you might succeed in clearing it. Eh, but it’s only a theory."

Mike: "Okay, theory it is. Here goes!"

[The ‘hand’ reaches out and flips the AFP switch off and on four times. The RPM gauge starts to rise]

Mike: "That’s done it! Good for you, Dr. Beaker. Nine thousand five. Ten thousand. E..leven... thousand. Twelve thousand."

Popkiss: "I’ve got to let her go now, Mike. Interlock on."

Mike: "Here’s hoping then! Fire two!"

[Loud boom as smoke shoots out the two inner nozzles]

Mike: "Okay, Professor, she’s firing nicely."

Popkiss: "Good."

[The roof doors open, with accompanying spacey music]

Popkiss: "Whenever you like, Mike. Main doors open."

Mike: "Half boost. So far, so good! Selecting vertical take-off now."

Popkiss: "No chances now, Mike."

Mike: "You know me better than that, Professor. Let ‘er go, full boost!"

[Supercar starts to slowly rise — the spinny-thingy has stopped. Mike gazes around in wonder (neat trick for a puppet) as Supercar clears the hangar]Popkiss: "How’s she doing, Mike, alright?"

Mike: "Unsteady. It’s {unintelligible — sounds like ‘’scare’} to side-slip."

Popkiss: "I’ll change to horizontal flight plan. Vith the wings will give you a bit more lateral stability."

Mike: "This is the real test."

[The wings extend]

Popkiss: "Give her full boost, horizontal."

Mike: "Here we go!"

[Cut to the raft — forlorn music]

Jimmy: "How you feeling now, Bill?"

Bill: "Not bad, Jimmy. But, gotta have some water soon. Gotta have some water…"

Jimmy: "Just hold on, Bill. You’ll get some water soon. Help must be coming by now. They’ll find us, I know they will. It can’t be long now. If anyone can find us in this."

[Cut to Supercar flying above the clouds — dramatic Supercar music. Scene switches between Supercar and Black Rock]

Mike: [Wearing his designer shades] "Supercar calling base, Supercar calling base. According to video plan, I’m approaching crash zone. Switching to ClearVu."

Popkiss: "Right, Mike. Select vide-angle lens."

Mike: "Can’t see anything, Professor. They must have drifted during the night."

Beaker: [Hand on his forehead] "Thirty, eh, thirty-two. Eh deh, three east for tidal drift. Nnn I make it one-nine-five magnetic uh, for about five minutes."

Popkiss: "Turn onto one-nine-five magnetic, Mike. Zat’s according to Beaker."

Mike: "That’s alright by me. He never misses."

[Cut to raft]

Mitch: "Screech, screech! Oo oo oo oo, oo aroo!"

Jimmy: "What is it, Mitch?"

Mitch: "Screech, screech screech screech screech!"

Jimmy: "Can you hear an airplane?"

Mitch: "Ooo! Screech screech screech screeeeeech!"

Jimmy: "Gee, Mitch. I can’t hear anything. Wait a minute, though! But it’s nothing like airplane engines."

Mitch: "Oo oo, screech, screech, screech, screeeech, screech, screech, aayaayaa!"

Jimmy: "You’re right! There’s a noise straight above us. Hey, it’s funny. Sounds like something from another world! We must both be dreaming, Mitch!"

Mike: "Altitude fifteen hundred feet. Sunny and clear up here, but heavy fog below me. Am I at your calculated position, Doc?"

Beaker: "Eh, according to my computations, yes."

Mike: "I’ll loose a little altitude then. At this height I could even miss them with the ClearVu. Cutting horizontal drive. Altitude eleven hundred feet. Hey, it’s real thick here. No wonder Rescue couldn’t find them. Switching to ClearVu now. Watch your monitor, Dr. Beaker, and keep your fingers crossed."

Popkiss: "There they are Mike. It’s a good picture."

Mike: "Yeah, that’s them, alright. I’m going down for a closer look."

Jimmy: "Mitch! Mitch! What is it?! I’m scared!"

Mike: "Supercar to base. Now flying in heavy mist. Preparing for landing on sea."

Popkiss: "Beaker, Mike’s landing on ze sea. Do you sink it will be alright?"

Beaker: "Ehh, well, umm…"

Popkiss: "Quickly now! Yes or no?"

Beaker: "I-in that case, eh ah, no."

Popkiss: "Base to Supercar. Overshoot. Repeat, overshoot."

Mike: "Roger. Overshooting."

[Engines roar as Mike guns it]

Beaker: "Oh, look here, pilot, you can’t make a normal approach! Supercar’s hull may not stand it. Uh make a vertical descent."

Mike: "Yes sir, Dr. Beaker!"

Jimmy: "There’s that noise again, Mitch. My heads goin’ kinda funny, Mitch. Mitch, what’s happening? Mitch…"

Mitch: "Screech, screech, screech screech…"

Mike: [Mitch is still screeching] "Okay, I’m alongside the raft."

Popkiss: "Beaker, I’ll cut ze switch on the horizontal gyros. It will help hold him shteady while in the water."

Beaker: "Is that altogether wise, Professor?"

Popkiss: [Before Beaker has finished saying ‘professor’] "What do you mean, Beaker?"

Beaker: "It may cause Supercar to rotate in the water!"

Popkiss: "Poppycock!"

Beaker: "I beg your pardon!"

Popkiss: "I said poppycock! The engines are still running!"

Beaker: "Admittedly yes. But they are only idling, ehh, which of course is not quite…"

Mike: "Supercar to base. Supercar to base. Survivors all aboard. Selecting vertical takeoff now."

Beaker: "N-Good show!"

Popkiss: "Good for you, Mike! How are they?"

Mike: "I’ve got the pilot in the back. I think his leg’s broken. The boy’s okay, but I guess he’s out for the count."

Scene: Back at Black Rock, in the ‘guest’ bedroom

Popkiss: [Sounding far away and somewhat ghostly] "How are you feeling now? There’s no need to worry, you’re safe. Everything’s going to be alright."

Jimmy: "Where am I? And where’s my brother, Bill?"

Popkiss: "Don’t you worry about him. He’s alright. He’s in ze next room, asleep."

Jimmy: "He’s not hurt bad then."

Popkiss: "Doc says he’s going to be alright. Heh. You’ve done very vell, Jimmy."

Jimmy: "But I don’t understand. I was in a raft, and I was, I was dreaming that a funny kind of plane, or ship, or something I’d never seen before. Well it came down and it picked us up."

Mike: "Tell me, Jimmy, was it something like this?"

[The door slides open revealing Supercar on the other side]

Jimmy: "Then it wasn’t a dream after all!"

Mike: "No, it really happened, alright. The Professor here took five years to build that."

Jimmy: "What is it?!"

Popkiss: "Well, uh, we call it, uh Supercar."

Jimmy: "Supercar! Boy, is that it?"

Mike: "Yeah, that’s it. I’m glad you like it, Jimmy boy, because as soon as you’re well enough, you’re coming up with me for a ride in it."

Jimmy: "Thanks! Hey, I almost forgot. Where’s Mitch?"

Mike: "Hey, you wouldn’t by any chance be talking about that monkey, would you? ‘Cause if you are, he’s okay, too."

Jimmy: "I sure am glad to hear that. Can I see ‘im?"

Popkiss: "Well sure you can. Now, uh, ze last time I saw him he was uh…"

[Beaker pops up on the video screen]

Beaker: "I say, well you know, mmm, uh, ah, th-there seems to be some sort of eh chimpanzee loose. Eh, do you know about him, Professor? [Crashing glass] Really there. He’s ah, he’s quite extraordinarily intelligent… Ih-in some ways, heh, but rather destructive. I believe, now I come to think of it, it’s supposed to be characteristic of chimpanzees. Perhaps I shouldn’t leave him alone in there."

Mike: "No sir! Quick, Professor!!!"

Mitch: [Sitting in Supercar, smiling, and waving his arm] "Screech, screech, screech, screeech, screech!"

[The spinny-thingy goes crazy, lights start flashing, the engines start to rev, things are bleeping, buzzing, whirring, and twirling]

"Ooo oo oo oo ooo ooo oo!"

[Things begin to smoke and go boom as Mitch gazes around]

"Screech, screech, oo oo oooo oo oo ooo!"

[The turbines whine down as the ‘hand’ reaches up and cuts the main power switch. Fade to black, then back up]

Beaker: "Nnn, I say, i-i-is everything alright?"

Mike: "Yeah, Dr. Beaker, everything’s under control. It looks as though we found a co-pilot!"

[Fade to black]

Closing: [Fade-in to Supercar flying above the clouds, then going through her paces, as the closing theme plays and the credits scroll]

Notes: There are a couple of places where a word is inaudible, or doesn’t seem to make sense. These are denoted in the text.

Every effort was made to reproduce Dr. Beaker’s speech impediment. Although Prof. Popkiss always speaks with an accent, I found him to be somewhat inconsistent in his pronunciations, so I only tried to replicate it when he was obvious. As for Mitch, his vocalizations are very subtle, but could be put into two main categories: The "oo" and the screech. We don’t even want to think about his little case of jungle fever...