 Who can say what is impossible in the world of tomorrow? Let us go into the future, into the years beyond 2,000 AD. Science fiction adventures in the world of tomorrow. 2,000 plus the men from started off as a perfectly ordinary day. The school bus on the jet number four had picked up Mickey and Dainton usual had whizzed them off to another shuttle with higher education. The class in elementary operation of mathematical calculators plus the class in early history of the first atomic era from 1938 to 1972 plus the warm spring weather at the two boys in a dreamy lazy mood by the time 10 hundred found them in the free research period in the school library. It was the voice of the intramural audio box that brought them out of their doldrum with a shot snap. Take notes for a contemporary incident course. The International League of Planetary Sciences has suffixed to the statement that an exploratory expedition to Mars is very likely at some time in the near future. Professor H. D. White, Presiding Chairman of the League, has made public a statement that the existence of intelligent life on Mars in a form more or less like our own is highly probable. That is all until 1200 weekend. Thank you. I guess you heard that, didn't you, Dainton? Well, I said I guess you heard that. Yeah. Yeah, I did, Miss. Terrific, huh? I wish you'd please keep your voice down, Bill Puston. This is steady clearing. Oh, I'd take a rocket, Maybell. And besides, there's nothing so terrific about that report. We all know there's been contemplating a trip to Mars in the near future for 150 years. What kind of a near future? It's 150 years. Oh, it's easy enough to sit back and do control. People like you laugh at Christopher Columbus. Who is Christopher Columbus? Please, you don't know your history. Christopher Columbus was the name of the first rocket ship to get to the moon way back in 1980. And people like you said they'd never do that. Ah, the moon's real close. Well, I'm in no hurry to get Mars explored. No, Maybell? Why not? Oh, I know what you mean, Dainton. I could be pretty scary, you know what I'm talking about. Their ears could be in their feet and their eyes could be in the tops of their heads and their mouths. For all I know, their mouths might be in their back of their necks. Oh, it's just terrifying, Dainton. Nothing to be scared of. Well, if you're excusing me, I've got to get to my airline and crash. Boy, we sure kiddin' there, didn't we? I wasn't kiddin', Dain. Did you think I was kiddin'? Sure I thought you were. Huh? You were kiddin'? No, I'd like to go to Mars. As a matter of fact, I'd like to go before the expedition does. I'd like to get there first. For what? Wouldn't you like to be a hero, Dainton? Wouldn't you like to go down in history? Yeah, I guess so, Mickey. I'm just as glad, though, that there isn't anything we can do about it. Who says there isn't anything we can do about it? But we couldn't go to Mars, Mickey. Why not? Well, we haven't got a space ship. We can get one. Huh? Here. Look at this, in today's facsimile paper. Bodies, values, miracles. Don't buy a second-hand spaceship until you see Tillman's terrific values. Our 2020 DGZ Voyager, eight-passenger, $900. Like news. You see, we could just buy one. Except we haven't got $900. But good. Well, I got $60. I made last summer doin' our jobs. And you got $45. But I'm stavin' that- Oh, wait a second. Listen to this. 1989 and two rocket-cats, three passengers, $87.50. What could you expect? That's our boat. But, Mickey, Mickey, it's bound to be a pile of junk. We can do a little work on it and put it in shape in no time. He thought it'd will have $17.50 to do it on. Mickey, do you want to go down in history's inception? Yeah, but I'm a little uneasy about goin' up in an $87.50 spaceship. I never thought we'd get the old crate home. How's it shaping up, Mickey? Oh, it's great. Did you get that ecomic battery off the re-energizer down for snowing station? Oh, I got it right with me, Mick. Only, Mick. Yeah? I feel a little shaky about it. There's no sense pretending I don't. Oh, stop worryin'. People have been doin' this with old spacecraft ranges. No. Sure. Way back years ago, kids used to take second-hand rocket-cips and do what they called a- They'd scoopin' them up. I learned about it in history's fives. You mean they made space mortars that long ago? Sure. Only they called them hot rods. That's funny. I didn't know they did any space-traveling way back then. They did some kind of traveling. I saw a picture of one of their crafts. And I called it an aura bubble on... A what? Aura bubble or something like that. Oh, you mean an autumn of bubbles. Yeah, that's it. Did they go through space in them? Where else could they have gone in them? Oh, I thought maybe they just traveled on the ground. Don't be silly. You use jet cars for traveling on the ground. That's right. See, Mickey, you're smart. Oh, and you gotta apply yourself. Think that's all you gotta apply yourself. Now, we just give this baby a little test. And it hits up that battery coil that essential explosion power. Right. There we are. Now, we throw the switch for a test. You ready? All set. How's that, Jake? See, that's crazy. So I tried the retarding rocket. Go ahead. Oh, Jake, it looks like we're in business. Yep. Well, maybe next summer or sometime we can cut out and take a stab at least in Mars and then. Yeah. We're going to take that stab tomorrow night. Tomorrow night, Mickey? Yes, sir. Tomorrow night. This, dude, we could get in a lot of trouble. What trouble? We might get picked up by the space patrol. People ain't allowed to go circling around in space without a permit, at least of all in a second-hand job like this. Yeah. Remember what my old man does for a living? Sure, he's a space cop, which would make it all the worse for you if he caught you. It would be plenty bad for me. But he's going to catch me. How can you keep him from it? I can find out where he's going to be and use a planet channel as far from there as possible. Do you think he'll tell you where he's going to be? Oh, he's gone, too, Jake. You just wait until tonight. I swear they'll put anything in the facsimile paper. You're right, Pop. Anything that takes up room. Pop, you're absolutely right. Here come some high-frequency scientists with a single-cell brain sailing off about how we should build a fence that's against an attack from Mars. What a knot-noodle. Always with a planet, planet, planet. You're right, Pop. They're all alike. Bunch of dreamers with loose bolts in their turrets. Planet travel, planet war, planet exploring. Go ahead, these days, planets. You sure are right, Pop. Yes. Hey, how come I'm so right about everything tonight? Oh, I don't know, Pop. I just have to agree with you. Uh-huh. Well, stop agreeing with me and eat your egg, Planet. You mean my egg plan? I mean, leave me alone so I can read my paper. Uh, hey, Dad. Those scientists think they know everything, don't they? Now, you take Professor Leary at school. The one who can't possess astronomy. He's supposed to be the last word on how the interplanetary area is operated. And he says that the space patrol covers celestial channel seven every night in the week. That's what he said. Oh. Professor Leary. What a wise idea. It just so happens, we don't touch channel seven, but once a week. On Sunday night, sir, right? No, Tuesday night. You would think a professor of astronomy would know better than that. I guess he had a chance, Nick. If a person don't know, they ought to ask. That's the way I see it, Pop. That's just the way I see it. See, Nick, we did it. Ah, we're on our way, then. You sure we won't run into the space patrol? Didn't I tell you I found out to my old man last night? Watch it, baby, y'all. I'm gonna throw a lot of super explosions. Lower the pressure gauge, then. Yes. Light and flat. We're on the dinner. I'm letting her out. Okay. Oh, man, oh, man, what a pooper. Ah, I feel fast. Anything on it, channels, any day in a week. Is that hot, too? Are you kidding? I haven't even touched the artillery, Sergeant. Well, let's have it wide open. Oh, we're doing about 2,400 MPHs right now. Let's see if you'll hit 3,000. Okay, you ask for it. Hey, Nicky. Yeah? Where are we at? Channel seven. How far out was that, it's clear? That is clear. Oh, man, you're a bastard. You're a bastard. You're a bastard. You're a bastard. Oh, man, you're a bad number. We've been out of the stratosphere for a good 10 minutes now. What's behind you? Hey, it's just a pinpoint. Oh, it's sizzling, boy. We're cutting the magnitude. Yay! This is our life certificate, Nick. Sickly out of sighting on our own. Hey, Nick. High and clear. Free and high. Sizzling, man. Take a look off to the left, then. Now where? Well, where are you pointing? Oh. Oh, smoking. What is it? I don't know. Couldn't be a comet. Oh, no, no. Comets have got tails. Besides, it's spinning its own course, isn't it? Nick, it's heading straight into it. It's heading toward throwing a sag beam. What's wrong? Everything's coming to a stop. I can't get a profile of this thing. I can't. They're going to crash into it. Why don't they get back? Get back! Oh, big sound doesn't carry through space. There's nowhere outside. They can't hear you. It costs nothing to yell. Get back! Get back! Maybe they can hear me. Anyhow, they stopped. That's some weird shit. That's the biggest, most deadly-looking thing I ever saw. Look. What are they doing? They're opening up the whole front end. Like a huge mouth. Think. Nicky, we're moving. We're moving toward them. I thought the power was dead. No, no. We're not moving on power. We're getting drawn in. No. They're sucking us in. Like a whale, sucked in little fishes. Nicky, we've got to do something. We've got to do something. What do we do? We're going in. We're going in. Nicky, Nicky! Where are you, Dick? Over here by the control panel. Oh, I can't see a thing. Can you? Black is the inside of a vacuum. I don't understand this thing. I don't understand it. All fettles are just getting out of it. Oh, we're swallowed up. What kind of a crash is this? It's like rubbing some... What's the matter? I got a paper last night about it. About what? About how we could be attacked by them. By who? The Martians. They're the lights went on. Oh, my God. I'm blinded. I can't see a thing. Open your hat. That's about... Who is that? I don't know. But I got a feeling we better do as we're told. See, Nicky? And then for Mars. Are you from Mars? We just thought we'd take a trip to Mars. That means we just thought we'd do a little joy riding. There is little joy. This is Earth? Who knows your name? We know the eyes of any man on Earth. Remember what I told you, Jim? You got telepathic intelligence. Don't know what's in your mind before you open your mouth. Please, Nick, if that's what they're like, the Earth is fine. The Earth is fine, boys. We have come to observe your planet before the Martian expeditionary forces strike. It is too bad you have to cross our path. Whoa, buddy, you're going to do to us. Wait. Uh-oh. You're going to kill us? I'll bet you my new space suit. What do I need with a new space suit if they're going to kill us? Oh, Nick, we never should have started this. And get hold of yourself, James. Don't let maximum panic anxiety create superego tension. Who's letting maximum panic anxiety create superego tension? Whatever happens, we only try to make ourselves a place in history, James. I wish I had a place that hold under the bed. Uh, man. Yes, Mr. Martian. Your honor, sir. We have come to a decision. Yes, sir. You are too insignificant for us to kill, too unimportant, too puny, and worthless, and stupid. Thank you, sir. That's the nicest thing anybody ever said, Lars. This time we are going to let you go. But if we ever lay eyes on you again, if, for instance, we observe you tomorrow night, that's the thing in this channel. We shall destroy you. We'll be good, sir. You are better. Or else we shall disintegrate you and use your energy to feed our rocket power. Oh, I know, sir. Please, sir. Then watch your step in that obsolete spaceship of yours and close the hatch. Yes, sir. Come on, James. Hurry up. Come on, quick, quick. We can get over. Close the hatch, James. Oh, you better close the hatch, George. We don't want anybody to see this. Stay smarter. No, I guess we don't. Just thinking, Nick. Yeah, I know. Were you thinking, too? Uh-huh. Same thing as me. I guess so. What are we going to do? I don't know yet. We know something that nobody else in the world knows. Yeah. We know they're up there. We know they're getting ready to smash up the smithereens. I wish we just stayed home. But we didn't. And now we've got to face the facts then. I hate facts. Don't you, Nick? I never thought of it that way, exactly. Yeah. I guess I do. If we tell, we've got to also tell that we went up in the Space Nordic. My old man's going to raise supersonic blazes with me. Mine's going to blow the roof off. But still, we've got to look at it like Earth City. We can't just keep our mouths shut and let the Martians take everybody by surprise. I guess we can. Are you going to tell? I don't see any other way out. Maybe. Maybe they won't have time to raise blazes with it. Maybe they'll be too busy getting ready to fight them off. Maybe so. But somehow or other, I think my old man'll find time. Becky, what are you getting me here? I'm telling you, we saw him. Oh, yeah? Yeah, Pa. Stop. You've got to believe me. Why do they look like these Martians? Well, we didn't get a good look on account of a life and all. Now, listen. You're trying to play on my sympathy with this tall story of yours. You think you could pull the wool over my eyes? Nah. I knew you bought that old crate. You did? Why, sure, I did. Stillman told me just before I went on duty tonight. You think he's going to sell a jalopy like that to a space cop's son without even reporting it? Oh, dear. And everyone thought of it. Oh, yes, you did. Probably didn't hit you until you was on your way back. So you make up a yarn to steer me off from giving you what you deserve. No, no, Pa. It ain't like that. There's air, Pa. They're up there spying. They're getting ready to take over the world. Oh, you've got to believe me. You've got to. Look, you might as well stop garbling. You'll get no allowance for a followed month, Mickey. And if I was drinks father, I'd give him the same treatment. Oh, well. Now will you just sit down and let me tell you about the Martians? Mickey? She's dead. Won't you just sit down for a minute? No. You mentioned those Martians to me one more time. I'll see to it that you won't sit down for a week. What police think? Well, then I'll tell you they stopped you. They told us what they got in mind. Uh-huh. Well, now look, Matt, I... You don't believe me, do you? You want an honest answer? No. I just want somebody to do something. To do something. Well, I'm going to do something. What? I'm going out to lunch. Professor Leary, nobody will listen to me. Of course I understand, boys. They were there. We talked to them. They told us. I'm sure you'll believe it implicitly, Mickey. Uh-huh. This is a fairly common place to them of the emergency brain. You and Dick were all prepared to see Martians in Channel 7, and so you just... ...projected them. But Professor... This didn't happen to the best of my... And I'm sure yours is perfect to sound and help me. Where are you going? I'm getting out of here. Oh, I've still got a mind left at all. Mickey? Oh, what difference does it make, Maybel? Oh, I'm just asking, Mickey. You mean you believe us? Of course I do. Hey, couldn't you persuade your daddy to put the patrol up tonight? What good would that do? Well, don't you remember what he said? What? If they told you that if you dared to come back tonight, they'd destroy you. Yeah? Well, that means they're going to be here tonight, Jonah. No, that won't work. Why not? He won't go. That's why not. As a matter of fact, he told me I'd better not even mention the Martians to him again. He sure makes me mad. And my pop makes me madder. They'll say. They'll start moving when it's too late, when the Martians have taken their homes and their wives and their kids. But now listen, if we went up tonight, and after we were gone a half an hour or so, Maybel went to my pop and told on us... Oh, no. Oh, why not? Because your pop would call my pop and they'd get the space patrol and come up and, you see, they'd spend coins on it. No, they'd do too busy rescuing us from the Martians. You mean we'd let them take us again? Exactly. It's the only chance we've got. But you want to go down in history, don't you? You want to be remembered in the future, don't you? I'm getting far. I can take it or leave it alone, man. We can't afford to think of ourselves now, Jinx. We've got to prove what we saw. Maybel, do you ask me? At 2030 tonight, I want you to go see my pop. Tell them we're up Channel 7 in an old space snorter. Tell them it's against the law. And he ought to go and get us and bring us back and teach us a lesson. Would you do that? Yes, yes. And Maybel? Yeah, I do. Tell them to come in a hurry. Or there may not be enough left of us to keep us a lesson on. How far up always, huh? Just about where we saw him last night, Jinx. Oh, it's me. Oh, it's me. Listen, you were knocking the motors? That's not a knocking the motor. That's a knocking my knees. Oh, you've got to be brave, Jinx. You've got to realize that we've got to save the world. That's what I keep telling my news. But they won't listen. Miss, they saw the static beam again. We've stopped. Look, to the left. Here they come. Here they come, Jinx. They've seen it. Missy? Yeah. They're opening up, Jinx. We're gone in. We're gone in. I wish we'd taken our money and bought a vacant lot. For what? We could have dug a hole and pulled the ground in after this. Oh, you have come back. We shall give you a welcome. You won't soon forget. Open your hat and come out. We just thought we'd come up and see you again. You're a spy. No, sir. Oh, I never thought men from Mars talk like that. How happens to come from south? Mars is a place I wouldn't want to be. You don't have to worry, Earthman. You'll never be anywhere again. You what? You're going to spend the rest of your... What do you mean? I mean, we're going to rest your rocket power and then shoot you out into space. And you're on out. No, I don't want my pop. You won't see your pop no more. But your pop will see you. How? Or for the rest of their lives. A thousand mile radius. Cut your power, please. Heaven, thank heaven. Are you okay? We're okay, Mr. Tannick. Oh, good. Only if you hadn't come when you did, we would have been just one more star in the sky. You have no ability here. How are things, Rocky? I know you and your one-celling apparel, but, Emo, you're men from Mars like I'm a turbojet transport. Your hijack is laying out here on this planetary route, waiting to knock off a few uranium cargo ships as they come back from the lunar mine. There must be something there. I saw any other kid with this apparel. You're mighty lucky he didn't listen to you, Emo. As it is, you're in for plenty of trouble. But if you were to touch one of these kids, you would have had to lay them out for more than stay there. Everything all right off the turner? Right, Chief. Nothing left to do but come and dear these rats and their snakes. I arrest you on my authority as chief of the space patrol. And you two kids are coming back to Earth where you're going to get exactly what you deserve. Pass the gates. Yes, ma'am. Only hurry up and leave it before the port flight for aid begins. They're going to carry you on their shoulders to the square because the man's going to make a season. Oh, it's going to be wonderful. Sure is great. I didn't expect anything like this. Terrific, huh, Miss? All right, that's terrific, huh? Oh, I don't know. What's the matter with you? Well, after all, what we started out to do was to go to Mars. I guess we forgot that. Yeah, I know, Miss. It turned out okay, I guess. But what we did won't get us a place in history. We still ain't going to be nobody that generations could come. But this chocolate pie tastes awful good to the generation that's already here. This week, another exciting story from the world of tomorrow. 2000 plus presents the Diamond Helmet. 2000 plus is produced by Sherman H. Dreyer and Robert Wendelson. In today's story, Ronnie List played Mickey. Ronnie Jatobi was dinged so that McMahon was Maybell. Ed Latimer was the father. John Gregg was Bachine. And Sandy Becker was Murrow. Script by Peter Berry. The officer was conducted by Emerson Buckley. Music composed by Elliot Jatobi. Sound effects by Walt Shaber and Adrian Penner. This is Bob Emmerich speaking. This program came to you from New York.