Parker: "Land sighted, m'lady. I think it's the island."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, very well, Parker. Have they contacted us yet?"

Parker: " A bloke named Tracy was on the radio. He said it was alright for us to go ashore."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, yes, that'll be Mr Jeff Tracy. Well, you'd best go and drop that "thing" over the side."

Parker: "You mean the anchor, m'lady."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, do I? Well, yes, I suppose I do. Then we'll go the rest of the way by car."

Parker: "Anything you say, m'lady. I'll see you downstairs in two minutes then."

Parker: "Here you are m'lady. I've opened the door for you."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, thank you, Parker. And DO drive slowly. You know how I sometimes get seasick when we use the hydrofoils on the car."

Parker: "I'll go careful, m'lady. The sea's not too bad. Nice and calm it is."

Lady Penelope: "Good. You may proceed, Parker. Open the garage door."

Parker: "Yes, m'lady."

Lady Penelope: "Can you see anyone on shore, Parker?"

Parker: "Uh... only a big geezer with grey hair."

Lady Penelope: "Parker, how many times must I tell you about that awful slang! That's Mr Tracy."

Parker: "Oh, sorry, m'lady."

Jeff Tracy: "Lady Penelope! It's good to see you again."

Lady Penelope: "Thank you, Mr Tracy. So kind of you to invite us to your island. From what you told me in England, I'm in for some surprises."

Jeff Tracy: "If anything CAN surprise you, I think it'll be the International Rescue organisation, Lady Penelope."

Lady Penelope: "Now, Jeff, If we're going to work together, you must call me Penny."

Jeff Tracy: "OK, Penny, it's a deal. Shall we go up to the house?"

Parker: "Hop in, Mr Tracy. Riding's better than walking, I always say!"

Jeff Tracy: "Thanks, Parker. Say, FAB 1 sure is a great automobile."

Lady Penelope: "We like it, don't we, Parker?"

Parker: "Yes, m'lady."

Jeff Tracy: "Here we are. Now, if you'll follow me, Penny."

Lady Penelope: "Bring the luggage, Parker."

Parker: "Er, yes, m'lady. I'll have to make several trips. You brought a lot of gear."

Lady Penelope: "Parker, when one's visiting, one tries to look one's best!"

Parker: "Yes, m'lady. Good job she didn't empty the other four wardrobes.... The yacht would have sunk!"

Jeff Tracy: "This is the lounge, Penny. I control most of the rescue operations from here."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, really, Jeff. It's quite beautiful. And not a sign of a radio transmitter anywhere."

Jeff Tracy: "Yeah, Brains did a swell job. As you know, the International Rescue organisation must remain top-secret. That's why everything is concealed."

Lady Penelope: "Quite so. It wouldn't do for your little ideas to fall into the wrong hands."

Parker: "Ooh!"

Lady Penelope: "Do be careful, Parker. You'll crease some of my dresses."

Parker: "Oh, sorry m'lady. They're heavy, I dropped them. I'll go back for some more."

Jeff Tracy: "He's quite a character."

Lady Penelope: "Yes. I don't know what I'd do without him."

Jeff Tracy: "Right. Take a look around, Penny. I want you to feel at home here. After all, you're now part of the organisation."

Lady Penelope: "Yes. Now, I understand that our function is to provide means of rescue where all normal methods have failed."

Jeff Tracy: "That's about the size of it. You'll be controlling the British end of the set-up, of course."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, it all sounds terribly exciting!"

Parker: "Oh! Ooh."

Lady Penelope: "Do get up, Parker. Mr Tracy doesn't want you lying about the place!"

Parker: "Sorry, m'lady, I tripped over the cases. The first lot, that is. I'll get some more."

Lady Penelope: "As I was saying, Jeff, I'm thrilled to be included in your plans. Ah, those handsome young men are your five sons, I presume."

Jeff Tracy: "That's right. The portraits change to television pictures of them when they call in. At the moment, they're in their Thunderbird machines waiting for my instructions."

Lady Penelope: "Now, let me see if I can guess which one is which. Starting from left, we have John, Scott, Virgil, Alan, and Gordon. Is that right?"

Jeff Tracy: "Exactly, Penny. I see you've recognised them from their descriptions."

Lady Penelope: "Now, Brains is the genius behind the inventions, and Tin-Tin is the Engineer."

Jeff Tracy: "That's right. And Grandma and Kyrano, who is Tin-Tin's father, complete the outfit."

Parker: "Oh! Ooh! Oh."

Lady Penelope: "Parker! Parker, have you quite finished?"

Parker: "Yes. Yes m'lady, they're all in now. Which one did you put the horse liniment in? I think I've bruised my shins."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, the seventh one on the right, Parker. And please put it on outside. You know what a powerful odour that application has."

Parker: "Yes, m'lady. I'll try to hobble out onto the front step."

Jeff Tracy: "Wow! He's quite a personality. Now, how would it be if I filled you in on the more important details of the organisation?"

Lady Penelope: "That would be excellent."

Jeff Tracy: "Fine. Now, take a seat and relax. First, I'll start with Thunderbird 5."

Lady Penelope: "Ah, yes. The space station."

Jeff Tracy: "That's right. John and Alan take alternate monthly spells of duty up there. Above the Earth, and with the computer equipment of Thunderbird 5, we can monitor every radio-call from anywhere on the globe."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, wonderful. So, you're able to learn about a mishap almost as soon as it happens."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes, and if necessary, send our rescue craft into operation. Now, at the moment, John is in the space station."

Lady Penelope: "Thunderbird 5."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes. Now, if he were to pick up a call for help, and it appeared hopeless, he would contact me, here."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, I see. And that's when his TV picture would replace his portrait."

Jeff Tracy: "You've got it."

Lady Penelope: "Where's that sound coming from??

Jeff Tracy: "The ashtray. Now watch. I press this button, and it folds back."

Lady Penelope: "A microphone! Fascinating."

Brains: "All the boys are in position, Mr Tracy."

Jeff Tracy: "Thanks, Brains. We won't be long now."

Brains: "Don't forget about the portable remote-control console."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes, I hadn't forgotten, but thanks anyway."

Lady Penelope: "Brains sounds very sweet."

Jeff Tracy: "He's a good guy. Clever, too. There's not much he doesn't know about mechanics and electronics. He was calling from the main workshop."

Lady Penelope: "Who else knows about International Rescue, Jeff?"

Jeff Tracy: "Absolutely no-one. Well, er... as far as we know, that is. There was a suspicion that a character based in the Far East knew something of the set-up. Goes under the melodramatic name of "The Hood"."

Lady Penelope: "But you can't be certain?"

Jeff Tracy: "No. If he is aware of the organisation's existence, he's keeping it to himself. So far, our security has been one hundred percent on the ball. Ah! Here is Kyrano with some tea."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, excellent. And just at the right time!"

Jeff Tracy: "Kyrano, this is Lady Penelope. She's come from England to meet us."

Lady Penelope: "It's a pleasure to know you, Kyrano."

Kyrano: "Welcome to the island, Lady Penelope."

Jeff Tracy: "Well, that'll be all for the moment, Kyrano, and thank you."

Lady Penelope: "He seems very shy."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes, he never says much. But a man couldn't wish for a better friend, or helper."

Lady Penelope: "Shall I pour the tea, Jeff? One lump or two?"

Jeff Tracy: "A couple, please, Penny. I'm a coffee man, really. We drink gallons of the stuff here. Now, when we've had our tea, I'll take you for a tour of the island. They'll show you each Thunderbird craft, and I'll explain its function."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, that'll be thrilling."

Jeff Tracy: "I hope so. Oh, I mustn't forget that remote-control unit."

Lady Penelope: "You mean that awfully heavy looking box in the corner? Oh, Jeff, you mustn't carry that around. I'll ask Parker to do it. Parker? Parker! Where are you? Parker!"

Parker: "Oh, you called, m'lady?"

Lady Penelope: "Yes, Parker. Where have you been? Oh, never mind. Look, will you carry Mr Tracy's little box for him?"

Parker: "Whereto, m'lady? It looks heavy."

Lady Penelope: "We're going on a tour of the island."

Parker: "Cor! That's miles!"

Jeff Tracy: "Please, Penny, let me carry it. I assure you I can manage."

Lady Penelope: "No, Jeff. Parker would feel most hurt if he couldn't help out. Wouldn't you, Parker?"

Parker: "Yes, m'lady."

Lady Penelope: "Right, Jeff. Shall we go?"

Jeff Tracy: "Sure. I think it would be as well to use your car, if you don't mind. The intallations are well spaced-out."

Lady Penelope: "Of course, Jeff. Come along, Parker. Don't dawdle."

Parker: "Yes, m'lady. Coming, m'lady. Ooh! This case of his is heavier all Her Ladyship's suitcase put together. You'd think a geared out outfit like this would invent something lighter for a bloke to carry."

Jeff Tracy: "If we could just stop here, Penny, I think it'd be an ideal position to view the launch of Thunderbird 1."

Lady Penelope: "Anything you say, Jeff. Very well, Parker, stop the car please."

Parker: "Yes, m'lady."

Jeff Tracy: "Now, from up here we can look down on my house and the swimming pool. I'll need my control-case, Penny."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, will you bring the box, Parker?"

Parker: "Yes, m'lady."

Jeff Tracy: "You remember seeing the lamps on the lounge wall, with the scallop-edged carpet below them?"

Lady Penelope: "Yes. Yes, I remember."

Jeff Tracy: "Well, when Scott's called out on an emergency, all he has to do is to stand on the carpet, grab the lamp brackets, and that part of the floor revolves on a central pivot. The other side of the wall is identical, and it appears as though Scott was never in the room."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, I see. Well, your security arrangements have been well thought out."

Jeff Tracy: "We hope so. Once Scott's on the other side of the wall, a moving floorway takes him towards the nosecone of Thunderbird 1."

Lady Penelope: "You mean there's a hangar next door to the lounge?"

Jeff Tracy: "Next door, and below ground. Thunderbird 1 stands ninety feet high, so you see we had to do a lot of excavating."

Parker: "Here... here's your case, Mr Tracy."

Jeff Tracy: "Thanks, Parker. So, Scott arrives in the nosecone, steps forward to the controls, and as soon as he's put on his uniform he's ready for launch procedure. Now just tune in a high-frequency receiver, and you'll be able to hear Thunderbird 1 moving towards the launch pad. You can't see it, unfortunately, there's a risk of radiation outside the nosecone. OK, Scott. On your way! At this moment, Thunderbird 1 is travelling on its slipway towards the launch pad. Right, now watch the swimming pool."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, the pool's sliding to one side."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes, the whole basin travels beneath the patio."

Parker: "Cor! There's a great big hole there!"

Jeff Tracy: "That's right. And if you look below the level of the position the pool occupied, you'll see the nosecone of Thunderbird 1."

Lady Penelope: "Why, yes! Yes, I see it!"

Parker: "Well, spite me!"

Jeff Tracy: "Now watch your ear drums. She's about to lift off."

Lady Penelope: "Magnificent!"

Jeff Tracy: "So, Thunderbird 1 with Scott aboard is away. If this was a real rescue operation, Scott would fly at 15,000 miles an hour to the scene of the disaster. Now, if we move to the cliffs on the other side of the island, we can see Thunderbird 2 in action."

Lady Penelope: "Parker, don't forget Mr Tracy's little box, will you."

Parker: "No, m'lady."

Lady Penelope: "Er, Parker...."

Parker: "I know. Bring Mr Tracy's case."

Jeff Tracy: "As you can see, there's a house jutting out of that cliff face. Below the house is a plain rock wall. Inside that wall is the Thunderbird 2 hangar."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, yes. I can see the cliff face sliding downwards."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes. Now, Virgil can reach his machine from the lounge. He crosses to the picture of the rocket."

Parker: "I saw that one. It's a smashing photo."

Lady Penelope: "Parker always calls paintings photos...."

Jeff Tracy: "Well, Virgil stands with his back to the picture, and the entire frame pivots on a central horizontal axis, until his feet are higher than his head."

Lady Penelope: "You mean he's lying full-length on the picture?"

Jeff Tracy: "That's it. Then he starts his journey down a series of chutes, and goes right into Thunderbird 2."

Parker: "Oy! I can see a lot of green things moving along in that hangar!"

Jeff Tracy: "Yes, that's Virgil selecting a Pod."

Parker: "A what?"

Jeff Tracy: "Well, there are six Pods, each containing special heavy rescue equipment. They move on a conveyor belt beneath the fuselage of the aircraft."

Parker: "Well, what's inside that Pod thing, sir?"

Jeff Tracy: "Thunderbird 4.

Parker: "Cor, that's what I call real clever!"

Jeff Tracy: "Thunderbird 4 is our undersea rescue craft. Thunderbird 2 transports it at high speed, some 2,000 miles an hour, to any part of the ocean we require. You'll see what happens after that when Thunderbird 2 has taken off."

Parker: "Cor, it looks like one big aeroplane now."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes, when the Pod is in position, it completes the aerodynamic shape of the aircraft."

Parker: "Well, I'll be blown. It's stopped now."

Jeff Tracy: "As it's so heavy, we had to perfect a ramp for it, to take off. If you watch closely, you'll see part of the roadway open and rise to an angle."

Lady Penelope: "It's climbing!"

Parker: "Ain't that something. The size of that thing! I never thought it'd fly."

Jeff Tracy: "Now when I give Virgil the word, he'll bring Thunderbird 2 in over the sea, and you'll be able to watch the launching of Thunderbird 4."

Lady Penelope: "You can put Mr Tracy's box down now, Parker."

Parker: "Cor lummy! I was so interested, I forgot I was still holding it."

Jeff Tracy: "Control to Thunderbird 2. Proceed with Thunderbird 4 launch. Now Virgil will bring the aircraft to a hover position, just above the surface of the sea. Then, the Pod will drop down and float on the waves."

Parker: "The Pod thing's opening."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes. Launch rails slide out and there - Thunderbird 4 slides into the sea."

Lady Penelope: "Gordon pilots that boat, does he?"

Jeff Tracy: "That's right. Like all the Thunderbird machines, the undersea craft is revolutionary in design and capability, thanks to Brains. Right, another little drive, to the roundhouse, and the tour will be complete."

Lady Penelope: "Oh, what an unusual house! It's got a hole in the middle."

Jeff Tracy: "Specially designed for our purpose, Penny. Below that house is Thunderbird 3. Alan is the pilot - or astronaut is a better title, for Thunderbird 3 is our space ship."

Lady Penelope: "And of course, it can be entered from the lounge."

Jeff Tracy: "You guessed it, Penny. In fact, you were sitting on the couch which goes down beneath the floor, taking Alan with it. A trolley system caries the couch into the Thunderbird 3 hangar, and Alan is swiftly elevated into the control cabin of the space ship."

Parker: "Are you looking for this, Mr Tracy?"

Jeff Tracy: "Oh, yes. Thank you, Parker. Control to Thunderbird 3. Blast off!"

Lady Penelope: "Why, it came out through the centre of the house!"

Jeff Tracy: "Yes. All our craft have to remain hidden. And that's why we've gone to such lengths to camouflage their hangars and launch pads."

Lady Penelope: "Well, I'm truly amazed, Jeff."

Jeff Tracy: "I am honoured to have had the opportunity of including you in our secrets. Now, shall we return to the house for a spot of dinner? Kyrano is an excellent cook."

Lady Penelope: "That would be very pleasant."

Jeff Tracy: "Before we eat, Penny, I'd like you to come to the library. Now you're one of us, you must have our code signs, and the other little essential details."

Lady Penelope: "You have a rest, Parker, I'll call you if I need you."

Parker: "Yes, m'lady."

Lady Penelope: "My, what a lot of books you have, Jeff."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes.... Brains does most of the reading, but this particular bookcase is mine."

Lady Penelope: "I see. It conceals a safe."

Jeff Tracy: "Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me while I work the combination...."

Lady Penelope: "Quite a complicated system."

Jeff Tracy: "It is. Perhaps the most impregnable safe in the whole world. That's got it. Hey, What's this!? I don't understand, the safe's empty!"

Lady Penelope: "Perhaps I can help, Jeff. Parker?"

Parker: "You called, m'lady?"

Lady Penelope: "Parker, you will put everything back, at once!"

Parker: "Everything, m'lady?"

Lady Penelope: "I'm sorry, Jeff. But sometimes, Parker's little talent comes in very useful."

Jeff Tracy: "Well, with characters like you two around, International Rescue can't go wrong. No, sir! Thunderbirds are definitely GO!"

The End.

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