Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, but if you stop that fast I'll be in front of you.

Well, what kind of fish, Gilligan?

Alright. Let's get over a little closer.

They must be up to something.

Now, I guarantee those men will come

Eleven seconds.

It needs something, boy. It does need something.

Don't just sit there. Tell 'em.

Can we rest now?

But we can get along without the women.

We must let the men know that we're big and strong.

From the balloon. I cut up little pieces.

- I volunteer on that. - You'll do as I say.

In a minute, girls!

Oh, the nerve of them.

I've even solved my pill problem.

Skipper, let's hurry, huh? I'm suffocating back here.

I'll be glad when women learn their lesson.

* It's an uphill climb *

You've got to wet the thread. Let me show you.

Gentlemen, we have listened to your excuses long enough.

- Sure is weird looking. - Skipper, let's get outta here.

What about tools?

[thunder rumbling]

Right. We can get along without the men.

- Well, it's fine, Mr. Howell. - I mean, very well done?

Well, to tell you the truth. I-I'm open for, uh, suggestions.

To tell the truth, I'm kinda missing the ladies myself.

Oh! Those bubbles tickle. Must be vintage 1947.