Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that your name would be mud.

"Mm-mm" supply?

pickled herring, finnan haddie...salted peanuts.

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Howell.

H-here, here's some matches.

* Not a single luxury *

Listen, I don't wanna squish...you!

Thanks, Skipper. My first corsage.

* With Gilligan *

- I brought you your hat. - Oh, thanks, Skipper.

Alright, Gilligan. Go ahead, now, now that's a good boy.

Great. I wonder what the men will do when they drink that.

Oh, Gilligan. I know you can do it.

Come on, let's go.

I think he may have done something desperate.

would I be riding this contraption?

Will you stop being sore at me if it hits water?

They're down there. Just threw them some matches.

...one of them will steal the water.

Oh, it's an underground cave. There's lots of water.

Get back, everybody. Get back.

Oh, Gilligan, so have I

Maybe everybody will be better off without me.

Can anyone hear us?

- There! - Here.

Gilligan, cut that. Cut that out!

'Cause if you don't guard this with your life

As usual, Thurston, the drinks are on you.

What's wrong, anyway?

- See you at the hut, dear. - Ta-ta, dear.

[whistling and clapping]

And nobody ever found them.

* A tale of a fateful trip *

and the desert made me thirsty again.

Well, think how happy I am.