Abbott and Costello Go to Mars Page #2

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qualified to be observers,

I suggest a crew be selected

by drawing lots.

Gentlemen, the moon is the closest

of all astronomical bodies.

But due to its proximity,

there's a wealth of detail visible

through powerful telescopes.

Within our fuel range are

the planets Venus and Mars.

One of these should be

our destination.

Each of you have before you

a sheet of paper...

on which you will write

the choice of your destination,

and a brief explanation of why

you've chosen this particular planet.

Orville, help me

unload the truck.

Okay!

Why did you take a box from up

there? Well, this here one was closer.

Give me a hand!

Yes, sir.

No!

Get on board!

Get on board!

All right! I'll hand you this box.

Go on,

get up there.

Here you are. Get ahold of it.

If there's anything else I want

you to do, I'll do it myself!

What happened

at the meeting?

We selected our crew. I suppose

you're among the lucky ones.

I built the ship, Janie.

And you wouldn't ask anyone to do

anything you wouldn't do yourself.

Where do we go

from here?

Mars.

When are you going?

As soon as we get

all our supplies aboard.

What are they,

football uniforms?

Certainly not.

They're space suits.

Hey, Les, don't I look

like a piece of bubble gum?

Put that back. The doctor and

his crew are gonna need those...

when they get up where

there's no oxygen.

Put it up there.

Didn't I tell you not to wear

those helmets? Now, take it off!

Soon as my back is turned,

you put 'em on.

Now, you're a fine friend.

You won't let me put it

on, but you put it on. Aah!

Stow away those boots!

Stow away those boots!

Go on!

Baffled, eh? Yeah. Those shoes are heavy.

Well, certainly. The gravity plates

on those boots are magnetized. Oh!

Now, stow them away.

Now, stow them away.

Stow them away!

I told you to

stow those boots away.

I thought you said

throw them away.

Eeep! Ooh. My head! Now, come here.

Oh, Dr. Wilson.

Let me help you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

How's it going, Lester? Everything's

loaded, Doc. Ready to take off.

Fine. Would you mind helping

me check the control panel?

Oh, sure.

Fuel. Fuel. Okay.

Oxygen. Oxygen. Okay.

Interplanetary communicator.

In...

Oxygen.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Here comes the crew. I want to

bring them aboard for a final check.

Dr. Wilson, is there anything else

I can do? I'm afraid not, Orville.

This kind of work requires

a high I.Q. A what?

High I.Q.

Hi, I.Q. too.

Let me help you. That's

all right. Thank you.

This Dr. Wilson,

he's pretty good goin' up...

Ohh! Huh? What's the matter?

Ohhh!

What's the mat...

Hey, Les. Oh, Les!

Uh-huh? What?

The doctor, he forgot

to check this one.

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