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♪ Just sit right back ♪

♪ and you'll hear a tale ♪

♪ a tale of a fateful trip ♪

♪ that started from this tropic port ♪

♪ aboard this tiny ship ♪

♪ the mate was a mighty sailin' man ♪

♪ the skipper brave and sure ♪

♪ 5 passengers set sail that day ♪

♪ for a 3-hour tour ♪

♪ a 3-hour tour ♪

♪ The weather started getting rough ♪

♪ the tiny ship was tossed ♪

♪ if not for the courage of the fearless crew ♪

♪ the minnow would be lost ♪

♪ the minnow would be lost ♪

♪ the ship set ground on the shore ♪

♪ of this uncharted desert isle ♪

♪ with Gilligan ♪

♪ the skipper, too ♪

♪ the millionaire ♪

♪ and his wife ♪

♪ the movie star ♪

♪ and the rest ♪

♪ are here on Gilligan’s isle ♪

Hey, Gilligan!

Gilligan!

Oh, my gosh.

Man overboard.

I'll save you, skipper!

Gilligan, the minnow's been beached.

Beached?

When the storm was over and it was calm,

you said we'd be home in no time.

It may take longer.

But when the passengers wake up and want to get off at the Marina,

what are you gonna tell them?

I'll think of something.

How are we gonna get home?

Look at those holes.

You know, skipper. I'm very happy to be here.

I'm so happy, I could kiss the ground.

Phbbbtttt.

This island tastes terrible.

And there still is no word

on the fate of the passengers and crew

who were aboard the small sightseeing boat, the s.S. Minnow

when she sailed last Tuesday from Honolulu harbor

for a 3-hour island cruise.

The crew consisted of a young first mate named Gilligan,

his skipper, Jonas Grumby, is an old salt in these waters.

The passenger list included one of the world's wealthiest men,

billionaire Thurston Howell III

and his socially prominent wife, the international hostess, lovey Howell.

Also aboard the missing boat were miss Mary Ann summers of Winfield, Kansas,

and miss ginger Grant of Hollywood.

Mary Ann summers, an attractive young brunette,

is employed at the Winfield general store.

Glamorous ginger Grant, according to friends,

boarded the boat after a nightclub singing engagement

still wearing the evening dress from her last performance.

The final member of the missing group was professor Roy Hinkley,

research scientist and well-known scoutmaster.

Hope for their survival grows dim.

And now the latest from wall street.

Today the Dow Jones industrial average...

don't shut that off.

That's the best part.

I mean, really.

Skipper, hey, skipper!

I finished it. I finished it.

Oh, that's great. I knew you could do it, Gilligan.

I'm real proud of my little buddy.

Wait a minute. You call that finished?

Not the raft,

the sign.

It's a beauty, isn't it?

Yes, Gilligan, but we can't sail a sign.

Now start lashing those Poles together with that vine.

Aye, aye, sir.

Skipper.

Skipper, you and Gilligan have got to give up this crazy scheme.

Professor, there is nothing crazy

about trying to reach civilization in order to bring back help.

On the type of raft you're building, it's scientifically impossible.

You haven't got a chance.

We haven't?

Absolutely not.

Gilligan.

Without the proper materials,

you can't possibly survive the wind, the waves, the coral reefs,

not to mention the sharks.

Gilligan.

The entire venture is suicidal.

Skipper, maybe the professor's right.

Maybe he's got something there.

I mean, it's a nice little island.

Why don't we stick around for a little while?

Start tying.

It's the most wonderful thing I ever heard of, ginger.

Gilligan and the skipper risking everything,

braving those stormy seas and fighting off the attack of savages.

Reminds me of a trip I once took to Catalina

on a movie producer's yacht.

Hi, girls. How you coming along with the sail?

Oh, it's almost finished. Great.

Hey, those look like my socks in there.

They are.

Oh.

Thanks for the contribution.

It's just what we needed to finish the sail.

Well, that does it.

Okay, I'll take it down to the raft.

Wait. Don't you want to read the sail?

Read the sail?

It's ginger's idea.

Look what she wrote on the front.

SOS? S-o-s.

Oh, yeah. I read it upside down.

On the other side we wanted to write "please hurry,"

but we ran out of socks.

Before you put that shellac on,

make sure that mast is secure.

Oh, the mast is strong enough to hold the sail.

Gilligan, it might have to hold us

if we run into a storm out there.

Oh, never mind. I'll check it myself.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Gilligan, you're doing a good job.

What are you doing with that?

Oh, the professor made the shellac

out of coconut sap and sugar. You want some?

No. Now finish up that job.

And stop eating that shellac.

Watch the rope, skipper.

Thanks a lot, Gilligan.

Skipper. What?

This would be great frozen. A shellac-cicle.

Where is the putty the professor made?

Oh, the putty is delicious, skipper.

He made it out of crushed mangoes and Berry seeds. Mmm.

Gilligan, can I make you understand this?

We are not going out there for a joyride.

It might get pretty rough out there.

Skipper.

What is it, professor?

Skipper, look at these. I found them in one of the caves.

Uh-oh. Gilligan, do you know what these are?

No, but if they taste as good as the putty,

I'll have them for dessert.

Looks like a native arrowhead to me.

Look at this ceremonial mask.

It looks very much like the work of the savage marubi tribe.

Oh, professor, we have been all over this island.

There are no natives on it.

What is it you're driving at?

First, the marubi still exist as a tribe.

Second, they may very well be on one of the nearby islands.

Third, you and your raft might land on one of those islands.

Fourth, maybe we shouldn't go.

Gilligan, it is our duty.

When this raft is ready, we are going to shove off.

Aye, aye, sir.

Professor, those savage marubis, what do they do?

They're collectors, Gilligan.

Oh, that doesn't sound too bad.

What do they collect?

Heads.

Heads?

Oh, skipper, here's a list of things I want you to do

the moment that your raft docks.

I'll get to them just as soon as I can, Mr. Howell.

Yes, I think you'll find the list self-explanatory.

These are the names of the stocks, you see.

The letter "s" opposite means sell.

"B" means buy, "m" means merge, and "h" means...

I wonder what "h" means.

"H" is for Howell, dear.

It's your note paper.

Yes, yes, of course. "H," that's me.

You, too.

You folks don't understand we'll be kept busy

when we land just arranging a rescue party.

Oh, captain, speaking of parties,

would you please get in touch with Mrs. Van Hampton?

You see, Mr. Howell and I promised to attend her party,

and we weren't able to,

what with getting shipwrecked and everything.

Well, I'm sorry, folks, but I can't worry

about the stock market and parties.

We've got a lot of things to do first.

Lovey, there's only one way to protect our interests.

I will have to go along on the raft.

Gilligan, bring my luggage.

Yes, sir. Never mind, Gilligan.

Just keep loading the supplies on board. Yes, sir.

Mr. Howell, you don't know what it's like out there on the ocean.

You may be bitten by a shark.

A shark bite a Howell?

He wouldn't dare.

Well, besides, we haven't got room enough for your luggage.

Oh, well, that's different. If I can't go first class,

I won't go at all. Come along, lovey.

Even tourist is crowded.

Well, folks, looks like Gilligan and I are ready to shove off.

Wait a minute. Wait. These are for you.

They'll bring you luck.

Well, how very nice, ladies. Just wonderful.

Just about all I can say is aloha nui oe.

That's Hawaiian for "till we meet again."

I learned a little Hawaiian

when I was singing in a club in Waikiki.

Wahine wiki hooki looki nu,

and every word of it comes from the bottom of my heart.

Gee, that's real nice, ginger. What does it mean?

"This bar is off limits to all military personnel."

Come on, Gilligan, it looks like we're ready to shove off.

Hoist the anchor.

Let go of the stern line.

Bon voyage.

Good-bye, folks.

Row, Gilligan, row.

Good-bye. Aloha.

Bye.

Bye.

Gilligan!

Gilligan!

Did you pull in the anchor?

That would make us go a lot faster.

Well, go get it.

Well, bye.

Call my agent.

Be careful.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye, Gilligan.

Bye.

Bye-bye.

Thurston, I do believe Gilligan’s gone underwater.

Gilligan!

Gilligan!

Good. He's up again.

Take care.

I'm flipping my lid, I tell you.

Everywhere I look, it's water, water, water!

You stop that, Gilligan. That's an order.

Well, I'm sick of orders, and I’m sick of the sun

and the wind and the spray and the salt.

What are you talking about?

We've only been gone 20 minutes.

Gee, is that all?

Now sit down there and start paddling!

Dig in!

How do you think they're doing, professor?

Oh, it's hard to tell,

but at least they've had calm seas for the past 3 days.

Oh, I hope they'll get through.

They've got a good raft, and the skipper's a fine sailor,

and, well, Gilligan is...

Oh, I hope they'll get through.

No sign of land, no sign of ships,

no wind, nothing.

Hey, skipper, let's have breakfast.

We had breakfast.

Let's have lunch.

We had lunch.

Let's have dinner.

We had dinner, too.

By the way, where are those tropical leis the girls made for us?

I had a snack.

Gilligan, will you stop talking about food?

Okay, skipper.

I wish I had something to drink,

like a hamburger or French fries.

Hey, I wished for something to drink,

and there's a bottle. Maybe it's soda.

Maybe it's a bottle of beer.

There's something in it.

Yeah, a note.

What is it?

"Help. We are marooned on a desert island."

They spelled maroon wrong.

Let me see that.

Gilligan, this is the note that you wrote.

Oh, yeah. I don't know how to spell maroon.

Give me that bottle.

We've got company.

I sure hope they had 3 meals today.

Where's that shark repellent?

Didn't the professor say he was gonna make some?

Yeah. It was delicious.

Gilligan, get over there and start paddling!

Ooh.

Keep paddling.

Oh, skipper, look.

Skipper.

Don't just stand there, keep paddling!

Skipper!

I thought we'd never get away from those sharks.

Thank goodness bamboo is filling.

We haven't got much raft left,

but we'll get where we're going.

We've got a good current behind us.

Yup, skipper. From here on, it looks like smooth sailing.

Skipper, do you think we should abandon ship?

It's too late. It's already abandoned us.

You alright, Gilligan?

Oh, I'm fine, skipper.

What's that?

Oh, I saved the raft.

Good work, Gilligan.

I wonder where we are.

I don't know.

We must have traveled hundreds of miles.

First thing we gotta do is build a fire.

Oh, yeah, right, skipper,

and I got the matches right here.

Alright, Gilligan. I'm all set here.

Bring the fire, and don't let it go out.

Aye, aye, skipper.

Whoo, ooh, take it, take it.

Take it, take it.

Don't give it to... ooh!

The fire.

What did you do that for?

It was hot.

Of course it was hot.

This is certainly better than that open beach out there.

Well, don't just stand there.

Bring some wood for the fire.

Professor, ginger,

oh, look.

There's smoke on the other side of the island.

Girls, I'm afraid we may be in for some trouble.

There's a chance the marubi may have returned to this island.

Those headhunters?

Oh, golly, professor. What'll we do?

The first thing we ought to do is hide our heads.

I want you girls to gather up some of these conch shells

and meet me at the clearing. But...

at the clearing. I'm gonna warn the Howells about this.

Gilligan, look.

Hey, that's pretty good, skipper.

How did you make all the footprints?

Those aren't mine.

Well, they sure aren't mine. I don't have that many feet.

There are other people on this island.

Oh, great. Let's go find them.

No, wait.

Remember what the professor said about the marubi headhunters?

Yeah.

Suppose they live on this island.

Yeah.

Oh, dash it all, lovey.

I've 3-putted again.

Well, I think you're doing very well, dear,

considering you're using a clam shell on a bamboo stick for a putter.

Not to mention an avocado pit for a ball.

Here, I'll try it again.

Mr. Howell.

Quiet, please!

But, Mr. Howell...

shh, professor, Mr. Howell is putting.

I know, but I've got important news.

Not while I'm putting.

Mr. Howell, I believe the marubi may be here.

I don't care who's here. They are not playing through.

Thurston, I believe the marubi

are those nasty headhunters

the professor told us about.

I think it's advisable we prepare a defense.

Well, as I always say, a good defense is a strong offense.

Wipe the buzzards out before they can attack us.

Yes, but how?

Simple. First we blow up their bridge.

Mr. Howell, I don't even know if they have a bridge.

Those crafty devils. They've outsmarted us already.

Alright, stand back. Quiet, please.

Professor, professor, we've got the conch shells.

Oh, good, good. Now, these shells will be our warning system.

If you run into danger, you just blow into them like this.

♪

What's that?

Now let's all try it, just to make sure.

♪♪♪ ♪

Must be the wail of the marubis.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes. We'd better camouflage ourselves.

♪

Stop that, Gilligan. This is no laughing matter.

Now this is the cave where I found the marubi arrowhead.

Might be safe in there.

My, it looks dark in here.

It is. Pitch dark.

It'll make a wonderful hiding place,

and with those rocks,

I think I can rig a pretty interesting trap for our marubi friends.

Hold still, Gilligan.

I sure hope this island doesn't have any termites.

At least we'll be safe like this,

so we can scout around and see what's what.

Skipper, I think you made my roots too long.

Never mind. Just take short steps like this.

How do I look?

Like a fat bush.

Gilligan, when I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

You just asked for it.

Oh, shut up! Shh.

Remember, now. If there's any danger,

just stand still, and you're a tree.

Gilligan, come back here!

Here's some more.

Good. Start spreading these around,

but be careful. It's all set.

Now, the vine is the trigger.

It goes over here, around the tree stump,

up here,

over to here,

and is attached to these 2 small rocks.

And if anyone tries to get into the cave...

the minute they touch that vine, it creates a tension,

out come these 2 rocks, and the whole thing comes tumbling down on them.

It's a wonderful trap, professor.

Be careful, now.

It's all set to go.

- Gilligan! - Over here, skipper.

Watch the rock, skipper.

Thanks a lot, Gilligan.

Are you alright?

I'm fine, just fine.

I gotta rest a second.

Will you stop going so fast?

Okay, skipper.

From now on, we'll stick closer together.

Did you see anything?

Well?

Skipper.

What?

I'm being attacked.

Attacked? Yeah, by a woodpecker.

Shoo.

Shoo.

Hey!

Are you gonna keep pecking my head?

Wait.

What?

That tree over there moved.

The tree ran away,

and there goes a fat bush.

It is the marubi.

They often disguise themselves.

We'd better warn the others.

♪ ♪

Skipper, they're gonna attack any minute.

I'm getting out of this tree.

Now is no time to panic, Gilligan.

It's as good a time as any.

♪

Would you watch where you're going?

What did you stop for, skipper?

Look, Gilligan, a cave.

We can hide in the cave.

Well, what are you waiting for?

The skipper always leads his crew.

Gilligan, get in the cave.

Wait, wait, I got a great idea.

Why don't we fix a trap with these rocks?

Fix 'em so they fall down on the marubi,

and we can use a vine just like this one, see.

Good idea?

What a ridiculous scheme.

Do you really think that you can take a vine,

run it along the ground here,

over this tree stump,

up alongside the cave,

and tie it into these rocks

so that all these rocks fall down?

It is a trap.

It must have been set by the marubi.

Gilligan, now I know we'll be safe in that cave.

When the marubi come back, see that their trap isn't sprung,

they'll go away.

Watch the vine.

What are you stopping for?

Skipper...

never mind. I'll go ahead.

Oops.

There's a low rock there.

Thanks a lot, Gilligan.

Cut that out. Yes, sir.

Quit it... ooh!

Another one.

Here we go.

Be careful of this vine.

This is the trap I told you about.

Careful. Right into the cave.

You'll be perfectly safe in there.

Good heavens.

I beg your pardon!

Hey, don't go in there, mister.

There's marubi in there.

Gilligan!

Professor, what are you doing on this island?

I've always been on this island.

Oh, then that must be us in there.

I better go tell 'em.

Be careful of that vine. That's a trap.

I know.

They threw me out.

Well, I'll tell them. You stay here.

Be careful of the vine. It's a trap.

I know.

All clear, Gilligan!

Oh, boy. It's great to be home again.

Let me give you a hand.

Oh, that Gilligan.

It's all his fault.

I warned him about that vine.

Watch yourself now, Mary Ann.

Don't scrape your back.

Careful, careful.

Are you alright?

I think so.

Watch your ankle.

Are you hurt, ginger?

No, I'm alright.

But look at my dress. It's the only dress I have.

It's ruined.

Oh, that Gilligan.

Careful, Mrs. Howell.

Thank you, captain.

Are you well?

Not very.

Careful. Watch yourself.

Tremendous. I thought that we had been...

ohh!

Careful, Mr. Howell.

Reminds me of the back 9.

Careful with him.

Watch your step.

That's it.

Where's Gilligan?

I'm gonna count to 3.

If you don't come out, I'm gonna come in and get you.

1...

2...3.

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Skipper gone. Gilligan one smart marubi.

♪ Now this is the tale of our castaways ♪

♪ they're here for a long, long time ♪

♪ they'll have to make the best of things ♪

♪ it's an uphill climb ♪

♪ the first mate and his skipper, too ♪

♪ will do their very best ♪

♪ to make the others comfortable ♪

♪ in their tropic island nest ♪

♪ no phones, no lights ♪

♪ no motorcars ♪

♪ not a single luxury ♪

♪ like Robinson Crusoe ♪

♪ it's primitive as can be ♪

♪ so join us here each week, my friends ♪

♪ you're sure to get a smile ♪

♪ for 7 stranded castaways ♪

♪ here on Gilligan’s isle ♪