Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gilligan, we're digging a bait trap.
* It's an uphill climb *
Ah, there you are, Gilligan, my boy.
* A movie star *
with Mars in conjunction with the North star.
Just think mole.
Darling, they're gonna miss you at the horse show.
'where he got the dandy shell.'
[grunting]
That's just native superstition.
No, Gilligan. Don't say it. Don't say you've lost it again.
You know, digging that day-trap loosened that little peninsula
Oh! Hey, what's wrong with you?
Lovey, I've come to a definite decision.
But if Gilligan can get up there, anybody can.
Yes.
Oh, yeah.
My mother.
I'm relaxed.
- No, wait. - On your head!
Not yet.
Well, I must say the ice-cream gave the legend added weight.
- It is to me. - Okay, I won't wish for money.
You got to relax. Come with me, it'll relax you.
[music]
It isn't even raining vanilla, strawberry or tutti-frutti.