Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to Argentina to get a new string of Polo ponies.

- Is it dinner time already? - Well, just about. Why?

* You're sure to get a smile *

Dive-bombers at 12 o'clock. Jump, men!

[mimicking machineguns and planes]

The whole nightmare seems like a dream.

'Boy, a near nightmare out there.'

- 'Are you okay, Lieutenant?' - Yeah.

Nothing. Still doesn't work.

- Tools? - Yeah.

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

Get him to the beach!

I suppose I could.

* The tiny ship was tossed *

[hoarse tone] Here.

- I'm doing the very best I can. - I know you are, Skipper.

couldn't you use the ones we have?

They would have bitten me. Here they are, tranquilizers.

Yeah. Concentrate on getting to sleep. Leave the worrying to us.

Are you sure you wrote those instructions down correctly?

- What dive-bombers? - The one you're dreamin' about.

- Thanks, Gilligan. - Alright, men.

'aloha nui to Hawaii.'

- I only need a couple. - That's perfectly alright.

- Right, nobody. - That includes you.

You're soaking wet.

It's a simple procedure.

I don't remember.

[plane whirring]