Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Superstition, silly superstition.
- There goes Gilligan. - Yes, going, going, gone.
I could've lost it in the caves where I got these rocks.
- In Hollywood. - In Palm beach.
Gilligan, it's a cat's eye worth about $11.
No, Mr. Howell, I stood and said
Gilligan found it and only he can make it work.
- My what? - My dad wears a moustache.
* Now this is a tale of our castaways *
I didn't know there were any of these on the island.
Skipper, take your shoes off. You have big feet.
* For a three hour tour *
* And the rest *
That's enough, Gilligan.
- Only a few hundred thousand. - We'll take home more money.
Not an elephant pit.
Oh! Just think mole.
A hundred thousand.
Lovey, you're right as usual. I'll make it easier.
A red tri-cycle, no. It's a blue tri-cycle, no.
I've been duped. I've been taken by that pink cheeked bum-kin.
of land and floated us out into the lagoon.
* No phones, no lights, no motorcars *
You know what I'd be all rolled like that.
I wish for a gallon of vanilla ice-cream.
Professor, what he found is the eye of the idol Mertrezar.
Jesus. Sun is starting to go down.
* Here on Gilligan's isle *
Oh, the holidays with the Prince and Greys would be divine.
Merely to test and approve. It's nothing at all.
Eye of the idol. Eye of..
French vanilla.
This is no place to think. Come on, up on your feet.
Oh, I'm way past that, Skipper.
Of course, you do. Why don't you whittle a while?
* The Skipper too *
Up you go.
Hey, that's right. Whoever finds it next gets three wishes. Ha.