The Impostors.

Helijet Pads: Is it just me, or does the 23 look a bit messy? Maybe all the model painters were on strike, or something...

Press Coverage: And have IR really eluded the press up to this point solely by being in and out before they get there? I thought they were relying on the fact the the press corps of the future seems to have developed a conscience of some sort.

Paparazzi: "But it isn't the equipment that interests us, no sir, it's the great guys who use it..." I bet he says that to all the rescue organisations...

With My Face: It's really cool the way they set up the fake IR... You know something's wrong when you first see the 'Thunderbird'. Also the fake IR guys have evil accents, even before they turn round for the dramatic photo op.

Will You, Won't You: I like the way Jeff's all blasé when everyone else is angry... He always has to be different...

Pretty: Very nice mine shaft. I like the smashed up ladder.

Suspicion: Bloody army and their precious plans... If you wanted them so badly, you should have taken better care of them. (Mind you... IR sneaking around like that... being all secretive... Hmmm...)

Sah!: The little Army grunts sound a but sarcastic in the after-dramatic-speech mumble... If I was the General I'd court-martial the lot of them.

Outer Space: Pretty little knobbly satellite. Although it's crew appear to have nicked a couple of IR jumpsuits... The security leak must be worse than they thought...

Eddie Kerr: 2065's answer to Jeremy Paxman.

"This is where our agents come in...": Oh, bollocks...

ARGGH!: "Lady Penelope will leave for the States..." WHY? She seems to be the only agent IR has in the whole of the British Isles... Is the network of agents that bad? Or could it just be an un-justified excuse to shoehorn Lady P in for some comedy hillbilly moments? Bastards.

Comedy Luggage: Deep deep sigh. I hope this is a dig at the upper classes (of course, all women need to pack six times their own body weight in clothes, don't they? That's why I can live out of a rucksack for two weeks... Unless I try to pack my gameboy, that is).

Flight Time: Parker and Lady P snooting it up on the plane, which happens to be another Fireflash. Will someone please sabotage this one while IR are busy? Pleeease...?

Jeremiah: Is he some sort of isolationist or something? Surely people don't live like that even today...?

Operators Are Standing By: They've left Alan manning the phones. And all the agents are relaying anything suspicious. Can you imagine? Must suck being the youngest. (Heh heh heh...)

Excuse me...: "Kinda guessed about my plans..." You can't have been that secretive then, can you? It does seem a bit much to expect all the people working for you (and those who got roped into it on the grounds that you fathered them) to keep this whole organisation secret when you can't even keep your big gob shut during the planning stage... (I'm sorry, Jeff's great, I know, but he pisses me off so much sometimes...)

An Evil Rescue Organisation?: The fake IR guys do some really excellent evil laughs.

Outer Space 2: That's a point... How did the searching people miss TB5? It's not exactly subtle.

Lost in Space: The EVA scenes are scarily realistic - slow and boring throughout.

Knowledge Base: Scott gets to sound quite intelligent and informed in this one. Bless.

"Sure is. That's why I'm rushin', Ma.": Hey, I wonder if IR really do have Russian agents?

Lost in Space 2: Strange how that spanner seems to totally disregard the laws of physics... (Admittedly, only as I understand them, but still...)

Astronoughts: Where do they train those guys? Surely the ability to manoeuvre in space would be useful?

Brum: Jeremiah and the sports-car-overtaking scene. I know it's a huge pile of cheese, but it's actually quite cool. Mainly because laughing at morons in sports cars is always fun.

Lady Pen-nie-low-puh: Where did the mis-pronunciation come from, anyway? They never even saw her name written down. Maybe they were just taking the piss.

Priorities: Personally, if it was my friend who'd just shot off into space, I would have told the General to screw his sister sideways and called IR myself...

Hindsight: And, of course, if they kept TB3 docked at TB5, like I suggested a while ago, they could have gone and got him without being detected. Jeff, I wanna job!

Meet the New Boss: Lady P taking over. Bitch. It's not as if he knows the area, knows the exact spot they need to get to, and is capable of, oh I don't know, walking successfully or anything...

Disappointing: FAB 1 stuck in the mud... I'm surprised they haven't got a gadget for that. A button that turns it into a hovercraft would be cool.

The Evil in These Woods: Parker smacks Lady P in the face with a branch... "Parker! That must be the hundreth time you've done that..." Go Parker, go Parker...

Mud: Eat it, you old cow!

"That guy out in space has less than two hours to live...": Jeff, if you're not going to let them rescue him, stop rubbing it in.

Rewind: Jeff changing his mind at the last minute. This is the one peice of evidence that suggests Jeff might be John's real dad after all - they both have the same sense of timing. The nature vs. nuture debate cranks up afresh...

Pretty 2: Full launch sequence TB3, including the pointlessly turny desk.

Objects in the Rear View Scannerscope: Why does TB3 show up as three dots on the station's radar?

Pretty 3: TB3 flying past the station... so cool.

"Then it'll take good American dollars to buy this lot...": Who even offered them any money? Dammit, ask for Euros, you Americanised bastards.

Whining Wench: Lady P moaning about the mud... Shoot them! Please, please, shoot them...

Agent vs. Agent: Jeremiah's almost bearable compared to Lady P. In fact, he's kinda cool.

D'oh: And, of course, this is the episode with Scott's ventriloquist act.