Greenish computer text against a rapidly darkening sky. The rocket is flying through the air. Inside the rocket we can see, through a particularly large porthole, the Walrus looming menacingly over a number of oysters, who are closest to the window. He is also now wearing a very sharp green jacket over his waistcoast and cravat. Flying haphazardly over and outside the ship is the Carpenter, who is hanging onto a trailing line for dear life.

The text is in three blocks.

Narrator: 0053 But four young Oysters hurried up,

Narrator: 0054 All eager for the treat:

Narrator: 0055 Their spacesuits shined, their helmets gleamed,

Narrator: 0056 Their boots were clean and neat--

Narrator: 0057 And this was odd, because, you know,

Narrator: 0060 They hadn't any feet.

Narrator: 0061 Four other Oysters followed them,

Narrator: 0062 And yet another four;

Narrator: 0063 And thick and fast they came at last,

Narrator: 0064 And more, and more, and more--

Narrator: 0065 'Til all were jammed into the ship,

Narrator: 0066 which took off in a roar.