Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The hero died, the heroine died. They all died.

- Skipper? - Gilligan?

Skipper, it's starting to point.

* It's primitive as can be *

Oh, my goodness, this isn't water.

- Yeah, what can I do? - Go cheer up the Howells.

Not now, Mr. Howell.

'There, hold it open.'

Please! Shh! No names.

* Ha-hunga-hunga-hunga-ha *

I promise I will never ever get sore at you again

Hi, Skipper. Hi, Professor.

Ha-hard to tell, you see, in a crowd.

And dresses reminded me of wool. Wool reminded me of sheep

Oh, Mary Ann, if I'd seen Gilligan

* They'll have to make the best of things *

Boy...am I thirsty?

- Gilligan! - Gilligan!

I'll show you. Ladies.

* The tiny ship was tossed *

Sorry, my boy. I didn't mean to alarm you.

- Maybe the spring dried up. - I think you're right.

Dear folks, every time I try to do something right

'It's someone that you know very, very well.'

I don't know, but I'm dying to find out.

* Are here on Gilligan's Isle *

and while your back is turned..

There's something I have to tell you.

Why in the world would I do a thing like that?

A divining rod?

- Welcome. - Welcome.