Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Thurston crying]

and all radio stations in the South Sea area.

'One, two, three, four.'

* The Minnow would be lost *

I can't. I think rigor mortis has set in.

* That started from this tropic port *

(Skipper) 'Gilligan!'

and I wanna listen to the noon day news.

- Here you go. - Yeah.

Yeah, bad luck.

(man on radio) 'That was a special news bulletin from Radio Honolulu..'

Don't even have a credit card.

we would have saved eight.

* The Minnow would be lost *

Let's get out, Professor. That's the kind of insurance I like.

What's great, Professor? Take it easy.

* Like Robinson Crusoe *

(Thurston) 'I belong to the million mile club.'

Oh, boy, alright, sure.

I insist, trying to make up for the way that I've treated you.

- Who's getting married to who? - Whom.

Of course not. Saw.

Maybe he'll make one for you too.

- Permission granted. - Thank you, sir.

That does it. It's finished.

It's not his fault, Skipper. These batteries are dead too.

We use seawater instead of battery acid to revitalize

Skipper, Skipper. This is great. Absolutely great!

He's got an extra set of batteries.

In that one hour, we saved six people.

And you know something, Professor?

- Ha, it works! - Great! Great!

That ought to take care of all the money

- Yes. - And ten degrees longitude?

Hurry up, Professor. That plane will be over any minute.