"Good Night, Doctor Smith"
Doctor Smith had yet another bad dream… He was having them more often, it seemed. Sleeping and napping after any big meal may have been the cause, but he still was a bit of a 'Nervous Nelly' (as usual).
This time the dream involved Mrs. Robinson. She had baked him a 'special' birthday cake… and it wasn't even his birthday for a terribly long while yet! Always so famished for a special sweet-treat, he took a big forkful of the frosted double-layer chocolate cake into his waiting and watering big mouth, quickly swallowing the delectable taste, and anticipating the next several bites, to be followed by at least two more slices of cake… But, he soon began to get deep heart palpitations in his chest (so unlike him!), followed by a body numbness – and faint all-around body weakness, etc. "She's poisoned me… Oh, the pain of it all… and my too-short and brilliant Life and Career now quickly passing all too soon & fast before me now!" he screamed (in the dream).
The week before the dream had been of Major Don Smith… who tricked him into the ship's airlock, saying his help was needed to repair one of the outside-mounted antennas. Both were space-suited up for a deep space EVA, but Doctor Smith's air tank had only 10 minutes of air (as he found out all too soon, right after Major Smith had cut Dr. Smith's safety line, and booted him outward and out of the still open airlock… waving and smiling as his longtime personal nemesis and enemy Smith then slowly drifted 'off & away'… toward a distant nebula, as the Jupiter 2 immediately sped up and vastly onward to the next planet fall and landing…
A month or so before that still unpleasant 'memory' of a dream, he had had one of both young Will Robinson and the Robot pushing him down into a dark and ancient volcanic vertical lava tube hole… and with the hole's unseen bottom being a very long way-way-way… way down, with both saying as he fell: "Danger… Danger, Doctor Smith!" and then laughing loudly! Nothing quite like one's having that pesky and irritating Robot and your young-charge laughing so heartily at your expense… and causing your untimely and verily unexpected, unseemly death besides!)
Sitting all alone on a wide & flat, orange and rust-colored rock, on their current and momentary 'home' planet, Smith began taking some mental-philosophical 'wool-gathering' time… about all these past and recent, scary dreams, and of several more similar type of ones. He gasped then, as he realized that just about every fellow space-traveler on the Jupiter 2 had 'bumped him off' in one bad dream – or in another… Penny & Judy, and even ever-patient Professor John Robinson were all 'guilty'… All had killed him off, or caused his demise, in one clever and unforeseen fashion or another! A bead of sweat then started to trickle down Smith's brow. And it wasn't even a hot day, on this accursed and often freezing world that he and the ship and crew now found itself stuck on… for the time being. "Well, it's going to be another very-very long night… Tonight!" he said to himself and the lightly blowing and chilling breeze that blew by. A 'laughing' breeze that surely seemed to mock him, in his momentary despair (or, at least until it was Lunch time…)
Running his very super-secret simulation, and personal memory-bank program yet again, of the trouble-making and spoiled Doctor Smith… the Robot laughed… and oh-so heartily and loudly too!