Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come along, Lovey. We'll practice.

We are marooned on a desert island

Skipper? Skipper, what are you doin' on here?

No signs of the ships.

Now, Skipper, I want you to go back

* Will do their very best *

Skipper, you are the Skipper, Skipper.

That's better. Now, what's your rank?

You're supposed to be up there working.

I told you, never mind with those tricks.

[all screaming]

Huh, Mr. and Mrs. Howell.

- See, see? - Skipper, you're just in time.

- Alright then, stand up. - Well, thank you.

- He knows my name. - Mine too!

He thinks we're Japanese soldiers.

We'll pretend we're back on our yacht.

We must be rescued because those navy doctors

Why, Ginger, big boy, what's yours?

We aren't Japanese. Yes, we are.

Alright, Skipper, you can wake up now.

- I don't believe you. - No, you believe him.

That's what must have happened.

Oh, no. Not again.

I can't sleep on this lower one.

Oh, thanks. Wait a minute, who are you?

It was a flash storm, it's all over now.

I better go get the Professor. He's very good, who's who.

* If not for the courage of the fearless crew *

reporting from Guadalcanal.

Well, he had big feet.