 Written, produced, and directed by Robert A. Arthur and David Cogan. And starring two of Radio's foremost actors, Robert Carpenter and Lawson Cerberus. In strange new words. This is the mysterious Traver inviting you to join me on another journey into the realm of the strange and the terrifying. That it will thrill you a little and chill you a little. So settle back, get a good grip on your nerves and be comfortable if you can. As we follow two young flyers on a routine flight which suddenly deviated from normal and brought them to a strange new world. The story begins aboard his majesty ship, the submarine Valiant. Somewhere in the vast Pacific. Captain Farnsworth, commander of the Valiant, makes his way along the narrow passageway of the submarine to the sick bay and steps into the small cabin. No. No, Pete, no. You're wrong. Wing flaps are down. What? We're gonna hit Pete. How is he, I guess? He's not too good, sir. How many days it was adrift on that life raft? Did you find any identification on him? Oh, yes, sir. His dog tags. Here they are, sir. Thank you. Daniel Walker. Lieutenant of the United States Air Force. Of course, sir. I knew from his lingo, sir, he was an American. That's quite so, quite so. Well, Higgins, you'll have to do what you can for him until we reach a ship with the doctor. Yes, sir. Pete, where... where am I? I think he's coming out of it, Captain. Yes. Who are you? Well, I quietly left, Lieutenant. I'm Captain Farnsworth, his majesty's navy. You aboard the submarine Valiant. We picked you up an hour ago. Pete. The island. I take it you were forced down while flying, Lieutenant. And what happened? Pete, Mendez and myself were flying the C-47 from Honolulu to Japan. And only the two of us. Pete was the pilot I was holding down co-pilot. We were attached to air transport and had aboard a cargo of medical supplies. We were six hours out of Honolulu. And I'd taken over the controls. Pete was relaxing in his seat, chewing on a chocolate bar. And where's the newspaper we picked up in Honolulu, Junior? Right behind you. Oh, yeah, yeah, I heard it. Oh, that's the good news. They exploded another atomic bomb in Los Alamos. Oh, yeah? Anything else of interest? Isn't that enough? Hey, what are you doing? I haven't seen that paper yet. I'm sorry. What are you getting so worked up about? What's one atomic explosion, more or less? Oh, you're just a kid wet behind the ears. Okay, Bob, relax. I was there when the first one was used. Where? Hiroshima. Well, I didn't know that. There's a lot you don't know, Junior. Yeah, well, give me a chance, would you? I was on the plane that actually dropped it, were you? No, I was piloting one of the escorts. It must have been quite a sight. Yeah. I hope I never lived to see another one. Yeah. Now, look at those clouds ahead. We may be in for a rough trip, Junior. Better let me take over. Five miles an hour. This typhoon we're bucking must be hitting a piece of 150 an hour. We're right in the center of it. Wide open? Wide open. How about turning back? I can. We're an hour past point of return. We've been taking this beating for hours. When's it gonna let up? That's hard to say. The worst typhoon I've ever seen. Look at that compass, completely hay-walking. Any idea where we are? No, not anymore. You think we can take this? What I'm worried about is the gas running low. Yeah, how much we got left? Two hours. Two and a half. We're gonna sit down in the drain. One hope is that this lets up and we find a ship to sit down there. You better prepare a life raft. We're talking with plenty of water and rations. Okay. I'll take care of it right away. That was one to tell your grandchildren about. Go the engines. Okay, Junior. Get back to the raft. Be ready to launch it when we hit. All right, Pete. Those are my intentions, Junior. What's the altitude? 1,600. 14. Water rough? No, not too bad. 800. 600. Wing flaps are down. Get ready with the hatch, Junior. Right. We're down to 100. Hang on. You okay, Dad? He's going fast. Give me a hand with the raft. Right. There's a lot of water out here. I'll climb in, will you? Oh, yeah. There. Okay, let's shove off. So far, so good. There was a sea that was running plenty high. In a few minutes, the waves carried us off and the sinking plane was lost to sight. Pete rigged up a distress flag so we could be more easily spotted. And then we settled back to weight. Two nights in one day, we drifted in a fast-running sea with a heavy overcast. It was the sign of a planar ship. By the dawn of the second day, the overcast lifted and the sea became calm. It was around noon time that Pete spotted the island. We rigged up a small sail and began paddling for it. Any idea which one it is? Your guess is as good as mine. It looks fairly big. Yeah. Hey, look. The channel through the reef and end of the lagoon is directly ahead. The tide is helping to carry us in. Good. I'm sure we're going to end up on those reefs. Brother, we're really moving. Yeah. Another minute or two and we'll hit the beach. Think there might be some natives on the island? There should be. It certainly looks big enough. I don't see any huts or anything. No. Hold on. We're going to hit the beach. Hop out and give me a hand. Let's drag it out of the water. It sure feels good to be able to walk. All right. Pull. Okay. That's it. Okay. Let's begin looking the island over, Junior. See if we can find any natives. Pete took some food in the canteen of water from the raft and we started walking along the beach. Alan then cutting in them to look for water. It took us six hours to walk around the island. And the sun was just setting as we got back to the life raft. Sit down, Junior. Take a load off your feet. I don't mind if I do. Cigarette? Ah, nice. Well, we found fresh water. Signs that natives had once lived here, but they sure aren't here anymore. No. That's strange considering the island is three miles wide, almost two miles long. I've seen natives living on islands one half the size. I wonder why they left. Got any ideas? No. Well, it's just you and me. Sit tight and lead the ride. Riley. We're picked up. The first thing we're doing in the morning is run up a distress signal on one of the palm trees. We'll also get brushed together for a fire. Check. What do you say we have a separate turn in? It's been a long day. Who cares, Junior? Sounds like a good idea. What are you waking me for? Go to sleep. Pete, I heard something moving around in the brush inland. Probably wild big islands will look good. It made too much noise for a pig. Holy smoke, Junior. It certainly wasn't an elephant. Well, maybe not, but do you hear that? That sound like a pig in the brush? Ah, maybe there's a herd of them. Who's kidding? Who? Okay. Okay, we like it, my 45. Come on. Let's have a look. Step lightly. It's over that way. And listen to that. It almost does sound like an elephant. The moon's coming out behind those clouds. That's a big... Yeah, and we're getting closer. We better take it easy. The sound of it, that 45 of yours isn't going to do much good. I got the feeling of bringing all this. I've been on dozens of tropical islands like this one. The biggest thing you'll find on any of them are wild pigs. That's no wild pig, brother. That's why this seems like a dream. What in the devil could it be? See anything yet? No. About those palm leaves are sharp. Yeah, okay. Good Lord. Look. A nightmare you can't escape from, try as you will. They are 50 yards away in a clearing in the underbrush. It was a monster. A monster that baffled the eye and brain for a moment then began to come into focus and take shape. What I saw before me was a water crab only a hundred times larger than the crabs that scurried along the beach. The monster crab in the clearing stood fully 20 feet high with legs the thickness of palm tree trunks. The head tent on its frightening head was yards long. No legs carried it slowly but lightly. Don't move, Dan. We don't want to attract this attention. Pete. I don't know. It's a crab of some sort. Only a hundred times larger than any I've ever seen. Don't I was thinking? All the size of it must be at least 18 feet high. And those claws. Hallucination. Both of us having the same hallucination hardly. Well, how do you count for it? I can. It's on the beach going into the water. That good. We better stay here, Junior. Just sit tight for the rest of the night. Let's take a walk over to that clearing in the underbrush. Where we saw it, huh? Okay. And what do you think about it? I don't know. I think what we saw was just a fluke of nature. Possible? Yes. Possible. And what other explanation can there be? I've got one. But it's so incredible. Oh, it's happening. I'll tell you later. I want to think about it some more. Well, here we are. Here's the clearing. Yeah. We first saw it by those palm trees over there. Larg and deep the tracks out. It was a beautiful morning. Let's follow it. Okay. Now they go through the brush here and towards the beach. Yeah. Yeah, this is the way we saw it go. The brush is flattened as though a tank had rolled through here. There's no problem following it. Look. There's where it came out on the beach. Yeah, there's the tracks on the sand leading into the war. It's out there. Somewhere in the waters of the lagoon. Yeah. Look, let's unload the rathen and paddle out into the lagoon. Don't tell me you're going looking for that monster. Well, not exactly, but I got a hunch. And I want to check on it. It's crazy paddling out into that lagoon. How do you know it won't attack once we get out there? I don't. It's just a chance we'll have to take. But why? Well, I can find the answer to all this. Are you going with me? Okay. I'm going with you. It's paring down into the water. Are they trying to spot the monster? No. Well, but it is no monster you're looking for. What then? It's all paddling. I think we found it. Found what? Take a look over the side. Into the water. I don't see a thing. Oh, that sun's been in your eyes. Keep looking towards the bottom until your eyes get used to the water. I see it. But wait a minute. I can hardly make it out, but it seems to be a wreck on the bottom. A big one. It is a wreck. That's a battleship you see on the bottom. A battleship? Yeah. Don't you understand? This island. It's Bikini. Bikini. You mean when they dropped an atomic bomb on those old battleships? Yeah. A dozen ships on the bottom here. All sunk by atomic bomb tests. You don't think the island's radioactive, do you? Well, not enough to do us any harm. It's been years since the test. You said you had a crazy explanation for that monster we saw last night. Does that tie in with all this? Yeah. How? Now look, you'll think I'm nuts, but here goes. We dropped a bomb into this lagoon to see what an underwater explosion would do to those warships. Now what are you getting at? We know what the atomic bomb did to the ships. But do we know what effect it had on the fish life here in the lagoon? Are you saying that the monster crab we saw last night was the result of the bomb dropped into this lagoon? What other explanation can there be? Remember, Dan, the effect of the bomb on the survivors of Hiroshima left wounds and illnesses that doctors had never seen before. Now who's to say that the radioactivity in this lagoon couldn't have caused fish life to multiply in size? It can't be. It just can't be. Why not? Radioactivity causing a crab to grow a thousand times bigger? How else can you account for that monster crab we saw last night? Well, think about it. Meanwhile, let's paddle back to the beach. We'll drag the raft out of the water. Again, I found myself turning. Look out over the waters of the lagoon as Pete's words land through my mind. This explanation seemed an impossible one. What other answer could there be? The two of us sat on the beach smoking, watching the moon come up over the lagoon of the king. Sure, it's a beautiful night. Yeah. Do you think they'll send search planes this way, Pete? Sooner or later, they'll find us. As long as we have fresh water and fish, we're okay. Yeah, I guess so. Look at the waters of the lagoon. Holy smoke. It's been churned up as though there were a dozen whales out there. But if these whales are not in these waters, there's something enormous out there threshing around. Maybe it'll break through to the surface and we'll be able to see it. See that monster crab we saw last night? Oh, it's something bigger, much bigger. That will make whatever it is a couple hundred feet in length. Yeah. The way the water is being churned up, there must be a pike going on out there. Pete, look. They're coming out of the water. The monster crab we saw last night. No, they're following you. They're still on it. Dan, some of them are coming this way. Come on, we've got to get out of here. What about our supplies? There's no time to grab them. Get a move on. This way. There were dozens of them out of the water. They came out of the lagoon. So fleeing the fight that was going on out there. Whatever it is, it's in the lagoon. I don't want to see it. Well, it must be the side of the destroyer. Get them pushed. All right, stop for a minute. You got bearings, huh? Mr. Cratch, there must be dozens of them. Overrunning the island. Can't see much now. No, no, we might run into one in the dark. We'll better off staying here. Why are we just getting this way? Can you make out from which direction it's coming? No. The movement. Maybe the sound of shots might frighten it off. No, your eyes open. Sounds almost on top of it. Don't die. Don't stay here. Let me go over the medical support. When you're rescued, explain to them. Strange new world. Sea life. Multiplying hundredfold. Radioactivity. A metallic bomb. Sea life. We'll increase. Overrun. Seven seas. Once again, I overhaul the raft-gathered coconuts and supply of water. By noon, I was paddling across the three-mile lagoon to the channel through the reefs that led to sea. Here's a message to ship. Submarine valiant. Get me up. Fifty miles southeast of the island of Bikini. Now, you must try back. We need to sleep. That's it. Close your eyes. That's it, lad. He's fallen asleep, sir. Yes. Did you catch his ravens about monsters and all that, sir? Yes. Poor chap is clearly out of his mind. Must be, sir. Yet his ravens gives the one the chills they do. That's quite so, quite so. The devil will take it. What happens, sir? Feels as if we've hit a derelict. There he is. Aye, aye, sir. What was that? We'll walk you after this. Too bad. We may have hit a derelict. It's hard to say. The captain's looking into it. Now, rest easy, lad. Stop! What happened? I've been tossed about like a ball. Oh, excuse me. He's driving us down. Nonsense, lad. I'll just snarl back and leave everything. Now, hear this. Now, hear Captain Vardsworth speaking. We're being attacked by some creature of the deep. All crew members to battle stations. What happened to the submarine valiant? Well, after a two-hour battle with an unseen enemy, it managed to escape. But at a naval corps of inquiry, Captain Vardsworth was at a loss to explain the nature of the enemy his submarine had been in battle with. Of course, there was Lieutenant Dan Walker's testimony. Obviously, the poor fellow was out of his head, who ever heard of monster crabs 20 feet high and denizens of the deep as large as a destroyer. The court could reach no verdict in the matter of the submarine valiant. And there the case rested. Now, by some chance, you should happen to take a voyage across the Pacific. And one night as you stroll on deck, you see a gyke. Well, you have to get off here. I'm sorry. But I'm sure we'll meet again. I take this same train every week at this same time.