Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, believe me, Ginger. Mine will never look like yours.
- Potassium...potassium ferric.. - Shiny junk.
That's right. Now you're swingin'.
What are you gonna do once rescued
Right. If I run those ten laps, I'll lose some of mine.
What is it? Smells like fish stew.
After all, accidents will happen.
Oh, uh, Gilligan!
Depend on me, Skipper.
- Ready, Skipper? - 'All ready, Professor.'
Ah, ah!
to the dye to enable it to glow in the dark.
you can tell the whole story.
Oh, no!
It's got the professor's formula in it. Bring it here!
Just let it cool and we'll be all set.
* You're sure to get a smile *
Oh, good. I'm almost finished with the dye.
working on a scheme to get us off the island.
Well, I've managed to scrape together some potassium chromate
* For a three hour tour *
- That's out of the question. - But, Mrs. Howell--
I'll never forget it. I mixed ammonia with some acid.
Alright. Step aside.
* The millionaire *
Feet apart.
Oh, darling.
No. But you know, a fellow likes to keep in shape.
Afraid you're getting a little overweight?