Your power's fading, Ming.
The reactors are destroyed.
Glad you made it, Vultan.
Better late than never.
- Dale.
- Look out, Flash.
Don't move. Stay where you are.
Long live Flash. You've saved
your Earth. Have a nice day.
Barin is the rightful heir.
Hail Barin, King of Mongo.
We owe everything to Flash.
We appoint Vultan
General of our armies.
From this day on, let every breed
of Mongo live together in peace.
- Will we ever get out of here, Hans?
- l don't know.
- But we'll try.
- We certainly invite you all to stay.
- What do you think?
- l'm a New York City girl.
lt's a little too quiet around here
for me.
THANKS
FLASHKlytus, I'm bored.
What plaything
can you offer me today?
An obscure body in the SK system.
The inhabitants call it Earth.
How peaceful it looks.
EARTHQUAKE
Most effective, Your Majesty.
Will you destroy this Earth?
Later. I like to play with things...
before annihilation.
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HOT HAIL
Green Mountain Airways 123
requesting instructions.
I hope Flash Gordon's had
a great vacation after last season.
- Any problem, fellas?
- Just turbulence. Nothing serious.
Nothing you'd want to toss
a third-down pass through either.
Would you like to autograph this
for my kid, Mr. Gordon?
- Call Boston approach.
- It may be smoother higher up.
Do us a favor and leave them alone.
They're busy driving the bus.
It's just a little turbulence.
- My name's Flash.
- I know.
I'm sorry if I seemed rude.
I'm just a little scared.
It's kind of nice.
A travel agent who's scared in planes.
I asked the Maоtre D' who you were.
- Talk to me. Get my mind off this.
- I couldn't believe you were alone.
- You're just saying that.
- No, I mean it.
- What were you doing there, alone?
- Trying to get my head together.
- By myself, you know?
- I sure do.
It's okay.
Honestly, it's nothing.
- Famous last words.
- I take flying lessons.
Sometimes air rises above clouds
and you get a...
What's the matter?
What's happening, Flash?
Dr. Zarkov! There's no sun.
It's 8:24 in the morning.
- No sun?
- No.
Check the angular vector
of the moon.
There seems to be no reason
for these intergalactic upsets.
Only Dr. Hans Zarkov, formerly
of NASA, provided an explanation.
His ideas, however,
have been rejected as irrational.
According to NASA, today's
solar eclipse is no cause for alarm.
A team of scientists has been
in conference with the President.
What do you find?
The moon out of orbit?
By more than twelve degrees.
It must be a mistake.
That's no mistake.
It's an attack.
I've been right all these years.
Fragments of moon rock. Our moon
is subjected to some enormous force.
A kind of energy beam.
Time to go, Munson.
I've got the coordinates -
- the direction it's coming from.
This is what we've been waiting for.
We'll go up and counter-attack.
You're crazy.
I'm not going up in that.
- I can't handle the capsule alone.
- You'd better try.
- Get your toothbrush and whatever.
- Right, chief.
Munson!
Why are you running away?
All the frequencies are dead.
- Get a look at the V.O.R.
- Holy cow!
John, ten o'clock!
I'll put this baby down right here.
What the hell?
- My God, where are the pilots?
- Help me pull her up.
Are we coming up?
I can't see.
Me neither. Look for landing lights.
- This isn't my scene. Look where?
- Hit the switches over there.
Did your flying lessons
get as far as landing?
I was afraid you'd ask that. No.
Hang on, here we go.
Munson!
I swear, Munson, I'll shoot!
Get shot, go up,
what's the difference?
You'll give your life to save Earth.
- Haven't you any spirit at all?
- No!
- Dr. Zarkov, listen!
- You're back.
- Dale, you all right?
- I'm terrific.
Let's get out of here
before she blows.
Hold me for a second, then drop me,
I'll kiss the ground.
- You sure you're okay?
- Fine. But no more flying.
- Good morning! Are you injured?
- It seems not.
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