Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A-ah. - What's wrong, Gilligan?

somebody ought to finish our work.

According to the reports by the navy maneuvers

Never mind all that whispering.

Would you mind if we switched hammocks?

- Where? - I'm too tired to remember.

* Aboard this tiny ship *

We surrender on one condition!

He should've kept them in his big shoes.

Never mind that, come out of there.

So are Mr. and Mrs. Howell.

Oh, I know what it is.

* You're sure to get a smile *

Skipper? Mm, hm, I hate to do this, but, uh

That's a silly thing to say, I'm not a ma'am.

Will you prisoners be quiet?

Down here feels like I'm sinking in quicksand.

You're one of those ventriloquists.

- And Ginger you take this here. - Okay.

[thunder rumbling]

- I did? - Yes, yes, you did.

* The Skipper brave and sure *

But...why do you keep calling me "The Skipper?"

I'll stay here and tend to the wounded.

And, Ginger, put yours over here, okay?

- Your ship? I'm the Skipper. - I'm the Skipper. It's my ship.

It reminds me I need a haircut.

However, amnesia isn't hopeless, anything can happen.

Six Japanese prisoners in 15 minutes.

Professor, I'm too tired to be tired.

Come on, Mr. Howell, I'll get the signal flags.

How ranky you want, ho?

Sometimes it'll clear up by itself.

I don't know how you're still almost down there.

What have I done? Oh, no.

You think we've packed it in the steamer trunk?