Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, I'm just gonna say one-ah and a two-ah
[natives chattering]
He's probably an advance scout for the tribe.
* And the rest *
* Not a single luxury *
* It's an uphill climb *
Oh, on guard, Mr. Howell.
Instead of propane heaters
[shouting hysterically]
Oh, the poor Professor.
[music continues]
* Uncharted desert isle *
- You? - Certainly, who else?
I'd like to open up anybody's V.
[music continues]
Ah, shrewd fellow. He wants more. There you go.
Here, buy yourself a mahogany surf board.
And our first number will be
Oh, I got it.
- Right. - Give me the flashlight.
But Lovey, why bother with an orchestra?
You don't need a belt, Skipper. Not with that great big--
[drum beats]
Oh, darling, I hope it's not an imposition
(Mrs. Howell) 'One-ah, two-ah, three-ah.'