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and the Oscar awards.

Oh, good. That little old vine-maker, me.

Look, Thurston, they're playing charades.

How's it going, Professor?

Did you have glue on your hand?

- It's alright, Ginger. - I'm good at first aid.

Think I'll have a go at it myself.

Well, they weren't shaky until a second ago.

- Skipper? - Yes, Gilligan.

- Mm! Sour. - Yeah.

See? The glue, won't last more than...three days!

Good, good. That's fine.

I have seen brand new girdles that weren't as snappy as this.

Why, certainly you can help, little buddy.

Thanks, Gilligan. You get that pole.

* The Skipper brave and sure *

Well, Thurston, you do have problems.

Professor, Mary Ann, Ginger somebody listen--

- Aye aye, sir. - Ha ha ha.

- Well, I, well, I-I.. - Go on.

- Thanks, Skipper. - I always try to remember that.

- I'm glad we weren't. - You do a lot of things wrong.

The high tide maybe our last chance to get off the island.

- Oh, look. - Well, look at this, pancakes.

but only temporarily.

I think they said glue, Thurston.

Yes, Gilligan, I'll help you. But, remember.

* It's an uphill climb *

- Just like you, Gilligan. - Oh, yeah.