Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh! There, my dear.
Okay, Mr. Howell. You don't have to say anymore. I understand.
I shall bring you back rare pearls, gold
You couldn't be braver if you were our own son.
Bring on the guillotine.
* The ship set ground on the shore of this *
That was the night Napoleon got it at Waterloo.
* With Gilligan *
being able to buy a whole fleet of ships.
- Giving you a coming out party. - Coming out of what?
Oh, I'm sorry, Gilligan.
I took care of everything that he has though, his clo..
With a little bit of brain power
- Have you told Howell's yet? - That's the problem. I can't.
- Let's.. - Let's what Mr. Howell?
- We'll manage by ourselves. - This is no trouble.
Captain, the naval person the Admiralty represented.
...and some vermouth.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we had a son like Gilligan
- Your Highness. - I'm busy.
* If not for the courage of the fearless crew *
Excuse me, everyone.
- Ugh. - What's the matter, dear?
- Sensational, huh? - I'm afraid it's a bit dry.
And don't forget dishonest and vulgar.
Let me get you a stool there, dear dad.
- Thanks, professor, Skipper. - Yeah, alright.
Now, how does that strike, my liege?