Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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