Thunderbird 6 Page #3

for us to have such

distinguished guests.

You can be assured that

the crew and myself...

will do everything

in our power...

to make this

a trip to remember.

Well, bon voyage.

Bon voyage!

Godspeed, milady.

OH, one minute to takeoff.

Now, we know the ship

is fully automated.

Everything is

preprogrammed...

height, speed, course.

We're all supposed to be

trained men.

The only way that our cover

will be broken...

will be if anything

goes wrong with the ship.

Takeoff now, 30 seconds.

Well, we're off.

Come in.

Dinner is served in the

bottle room, milady.

Well, they've gone.

May we have the blinds

drawn, Captain?

The entire operation

of this Skyship...

Lady Penelope, is

totally automatic.

As the light falls, the curtains

will draw automatically.

Of course.

That's just

the sort of thing...

Brains would have thought of.

Well, it looks as if

we're all set

for a lovely,

peaceful holiday.

Calling Black Phantom.

This is White Ghost.

Calling Black Phantom,

this is White Ghost.

Come in, Black Phantom.

Come in, Black Phantom.

Have disposed of cargo.

Operation Ambush underway.

Calling

International Rescue.

This is Lady Penelope.

Jeff, I want you to send

Thunderbird 1 and 2...

to a disused airfield...

10 miles south

of Casablanca.

International fix system

24-04. Reference E.

Ensure that Brains is aboard.

This is imperative.

Do not acknowledge

this transmission.

Will call later

with further details.

It's going

to be difficult.

That's what

we're paid for.

Now, I've had this

whole place bugged.

I want every word she

speaks on this trip...

to be recorded.

Whenever possible,

I'll talk to her myself...

and maneuver

the conversation...

in the right direction.

Right. Get to work.

OH, Carter,

breakfast is served.

Start recording.

Morning, Alan.

Morning, Penny.

Morning, Alan.

Breakfast over New York.

What an experience.

This is really

the way to travel.

Yeah, it's great.

Only thing is, as the

ship's fully automated...

if anything should go

wrong with the computer...

we could hit one of

these skyscrapers...

and then we'd really

be in trouble.

Then, Alan...

it would just be

a simple case of...

calling

International Rescue.

OH.

Calling International Rescue.

And now, gentlemen...

it is with pride that I

present to you Thunderbird 6.

Now, so that I'm able

to demonstrate...

this new machine properly...

I have built this

radio-controlled model.

The situation?

Man trapped in top floor

of burning skyscraper.

Thunderbird 6

drives up to the building.

The helium balloon

now rises...

lifting a plastic hose

into the air.

When the balloon reaches

the correct height...

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