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[all screaming]

We aren't Japanese. Yes, we are.

- Alright then, stand up. - Well, thank you.

Oh, no. Not again.

Now, Skipper, I want you to go back

I better go get the Professor. He's very good, who's who.

Alright, Skipper, you can wake up now.

We must be rescued because those navy doctors

* Will do their very best *

Oh, thanks. Wait a minute, who are you?

No signs of the ships.

reporting from Guadalcanal.

- He knows my name. - Mine too!

You're supposed to be up there working.

I told you, never mind with those tricks.

We'll pretend we're back on our yacht.

Huh, Mr. and Mrs. Howell.

- See, see? - Skipper, you're just in time.

Well, he had big feet.

He thinks we're Japanese soldiers.

- I don't believe you. - No, you believe him.

I can't sleep on this lower one.

Why, Ginger, big boy, what's yours?

* If not for the courage of the fearless crew *

It was a flash storm, it's all over now.

Skipper? Skipper, what are you doin' on here?

Oh, come along, Lovey. We'll practice.

That's better. Now, what's your rank?

Skipper, you are the Skipper, Skipper.

That's what must have happened.

We are marooned on a desert island