Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm doing the very best I can. - I know you are, Skipper.

It's a simple procedure.

- Right, nobody. - That includes you.

Dive-bombers at 12 o'clock. Jump, men!

[plane whirring]

- I only need a couple. - That's perfectly alright.

They would have bitten me. Here they are, tranquilizers.

- Thanks, Gilligan. - Alright, men.

* They'll have to make the best of things *

- Tools? - Yeah.

- 'Are you okay, Lieutenant?' - Yeah.

'Boy, a near nightmare out there.'

- What dive-bombers? - The one you're dreamin' about.

I suppose I could.

couldn't you use the ones we have?

I don't remember.

Nothing. Still doesn't work.

The whole nightmare seems like a dream.

to Argentina to get a new string of Polo ponies.

Are you sure you wrote those instructions down correctly?

Yeah. Concentrate on getting to sleep. Leave the worrying to us.

[hoarse tone] Here.

'aloha nui to Hawaii.'

- Is it dinner time already? - Well, just about. Why?

You're soaking wet.

* The tiny ship was tossed *

[mimicking machineguns and planes]

Get him to the beach!

* You're sure to get a smile *