Gilligan's Island

Gilligan.

Gilligan!

Gilligan!

Gilligan.

Gilligan!

What's the matter?

I can't fall asleep with all that snoring going on.

I don't hear anything.

Gilligan, I want you to go back to sleep,

and I want you to sleep without snoring.

That is an order!

Aye aye, sir.

Help, help, help, help!

What is it, Gilligan?

This island's sinking!

The island's sinking!

Help! Help!- Gilligan!

Help, help!

Gilligan.

Skipper, Skipper.

Wake up, wake up, Gilligan!

Wake up!

You just told me to go to sleep.

Gilligan, you were having another one of your nightmares.

Oh yeah, and it was awful.

The island broke off and it started to float away,

and then it started to melt.

Melt!

Yeah, I'm scared, Skipper!

Gilligan, your screams scared us half to death.

And you ruined my dream.

Paul Newman was chasing me.

You could've waited till he caught me.

Well Gilligan was having another one of his nightmares.

Yeah, yeah.

You see, he dreamed that the island was going

down into the sea.

It was all... Let me tell them, huh?

But I'm the skipper.

But it's my nightmare.

Tell us what happened.

It was awful, you see, the island broke off,

and then it was just...

Such blood-curdling screams.

It made poor little Teddy's fur stand on end.

Gilligan was having another one of his nightmares.

Oh how inconsiderate.

Must he have nightmares at night when everyone's asleep?

From now on, Gilligan, have daymares.

Have another nightmare, Gilligan?

No thanks, I just had one, and it was awful.

You see what happened, the island broke loose

and started floating away with all of us on it,

and all the dirt changed to mud,

and we started sliding, and the sharks came,

da dum, da dum, and all the people started falling

off one by one.

Women and children first, I trust.

Scary, scary.

Now please, please, it was just a dream.

We've been on this island for 15 years,

and we're perfectly safe.

I can assure you that Gilligan's dream has

no significance whatsoever.

Gilligan, this metal disk you found is marvelous,

made of some strange alloy I've never seen before.

But it's turned this instrument into a real

honest-to-goodness barometer.

Oh no, you're not stickin' anything

in my mouth or anyplace else.

Barometer, Gilligan, not thermometer.

Anyway, we can finally predict the weather again,

and thanks to this disk, with remarkable accuracy.

That's good news.

I'm gonna tell the others.

Now hold on, Gilligan.

According to this instrument, there's a raging

storm approaching the island.

That's bad.

But it won't get here for a couple of days.

That's good.

And the gyrations of this needle indicate that the storm

will cause a gigantic tidal wave that'll completely

wash over the island.

That's bad.

However, that wave will be so strong that it

could force a boat into the shipping lanes

so we can finally be rescued.

That's good.

Only we don't have a boat.

That's bad.

Or is that good?

I lost track.

I'm afraid it's bad, Gilligan.

However, there's one good part.

None of the others know about this.

There's one bad part.

What's that?

I do.

Gilligan, I am relying on you to keep this

between us while I try to determine a solution.

There's no reason for the others to be upset.

Now, mum's the word.

But, Professor, I...

No buts, Gilligan.

Mum's the word.

Now, what's the word?

Mum.

Mum.

Hi there, Gilligan.

Give me a hand with this trap, will ya?

Mum.

Mum what?

Mum's the word.

About what?

If I told ya, it wouldn't be mum.

Who told you to keep it mum?

The professor.

The professor?

If the professor told you to keep something mum,

it must be serious.

Is it serious?

Mum.

Very serious?

Mum mum.

Very very serious?

Mum mum mum.

Are our lives at stake?

Mum mum mum mum mum mum mum.

Gosh, I've gotta find out about this.

Remember, I didn't tell you anything.

I kept it mum.

Gilligan, Gilligan, what is going on?

The captain ran past us, and he seemed

terribly, terribly upset.

We tried to talk to him, but he ignored us.

Imagine, ignoring the passengers, and he's only the crew.

Well if you know something, tell us, say something.

Mum.

I'm not your mom, Gilligan.

Well I'm not your dad, either, but speak up my boy.

I can't.

The professor made me promise to keep it mum.

Now you don't want me to break the promise

to the professor do you?

To put it in words of one syllable, ahyhas.

Well I always say, if a secret's not worth

sharing, it's not worth keeping.

I don't quite know what that means,

but I always say it.

I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Howell, my lips are sealed.

Sealed lips are a child's game.

Now this cash, cash, that's a man's game.

Just tell us one thing, Gilligan,

is it good news or bad news?

Both.

Well tell us the good news.

Bad news is for peasants.

Well it's kinda mixed up good news and bad news.

We might be rescued, but there's a...

Rescued, rescued!

Did you hear that, Lovey?

Oh a rescue!

Oh dear, what does one wear to a rescue?

Perhaps something pale blue.

If it's a gray ship, that should go nicely.

Of course, darling, I must wear an evening dress.

What to help us get rescued, I'd wear

an evening gown myself, strapless, you know what I mean?

But how can that boy confuse a rescue with bad news?

Rescue and bad news.