Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

* No phones, no lights, no motorcars *
- In Hollywood. - In Palm beach.
Professor, what he found is the eye of the idol Mertrezar.
No, Mr. Howell, I stood and said
Jesus. Sun is starting to go down.
French vanilla.
A red tri-cycle, no. It's a blue tri-cycle, no.
Gilligan, it's a cat's eye worth about $11.
Oh, the holidays with the Prince and Greys would be divine.
Eye of the idol. Eye of..
That's enough, Gilligan.
I've been duped. I've been taken by that pink cheeked bum-kin.
Oh, I'm way past that, Skipper.
* Now this is a tale of our castaways *
I wish for a gallon of vanilla ice-cream.
of land and floated us out into the lagoon.
Skipper, take your shoes off. You have big feet.
Gilligan found it and only he can make it work.
A hundred thousand.
* And the rest *
Up you go.
This is no place to think. Come on, up on your feet.
- Only a few hundred thousand. - We'll take home more money.
Oh! Just think mole.
- My what? - My dad wears a moustache.
Merely to test and approve. It's nothing at all.
- There goes Gilligan. - Yes, going, going, gone.
Lovey, you're right as usual. I'll make it easier.
Superstition, silly superstition.
* Here on Gilligan's isle *
* For a three hour tour *
Hey, that's right. Whoever finds it next gets three wishes. Ha.
You know what I'd be all rolled like that.
I didn't know there were any of these on the island.
* The Skipper too *
I could've lost it in the caves where I got these rocks.
Not an elephant pit.
Of course, you do. Why don't you whittle a while?