Gilligan's Island (1964–1992): Season 2, Episode 5 - The Sweepstakes - full transcript

♪ 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 ♪

♪ the professor and Mary Ann ♪

♪ here on gilligan's isle ♪

Oh, there you are.

They look very refreshing,
gilligan.

Papaya and coconut milk
for Mr. Howell,

and guava and pineapple
for you, Mrs. Howell.



I distinctly
said pineapple

and coconut
milk, gilligan.

And mine was papaya
and guava.

Here.

What are
you doing?

Gilligan,
exactly what
are you doing?

Pouring your papaya
into Mrs. Howell's cup,

and her guava
into your cup.

Oh, that's very
clever of him,
isn't it, darling?

Well, I reserve
judgment

till I sample
the brew.

Uh, gilligan,
would you adjust
the parasol, please?

You know I never
take sun.
Yes, ma'am.

Uh, would you
turn on
the radio?

The midweek
financial
report.

Very important.
Yes, sir.

And my fan, gilligan,
please.
Yes, ma'am.

Fluff me,
will you,
gilligan?

Fluff me, too,
huh?

This is John Reid king
of kdka news in Pittsburgh.

We interrupt our
midweek financial report
from the world's capitals.

An item just in
from buenos aries.

The winning
argentinian sweepstakes

first prize ticket
has just been drawn.

Hey, I bought a ticket
in that sweepstakes.

The winning ticket
number is g131131.

This million dollars
is non-taxable.

Hey, that's--that's
a coincidence.

I got the same number.
G131131.

The winning ticket!
I've got the winning ticket!

I won the sweepstakes!

Oh, boy! Oh, boy!
I've got--i got g131131!

I got the--i got it!
Oh, boy!

That is, if I don't
have to collect
the money right away.

The winner
can collect
the money anytime.

Thanks. I'm a millionaire,
Mr. Howell!

I'm a millionaire!

Hey, skipper, professor!
I'm a millionaire!
I'm a millionaire!

I got the ticket!
I'm a millionaire!

I'm a millionaire!
I got the ticket!

I got the ticket!
I'm a millionaire!

Hi, skipper.
I'm a millionaire!

A tax-free
millionaire!

I'm a millionaire!
I'm--

gilligan,
for goodness sakes,
simmer down.

I'm a millionaire!

What's all
this nonsense about
being a millionaire?

I'm a millionaire!
I'm a millionaire!

Skipper, what's all
the screaming about?

Oh, he said
something about
a ticket.

Did you
see a boat?

Gilligan,
did you see a boat?

No.

Gilligan, what's all
the shouting about?

Well, it is
a bit hot today.

Perhaps gilligan
has a touch of the sun.

I think that's it,
professor.
He does feel--

I got the ticket.
I'm a millionaire.

He keeps saying that
over and over again.

He's flipped.

What kind
of a ticket

would make
somebody rich?

Well, perhaps
if the skipper

will remove his hand,
gilligan will tell us.

Oh. Yeah.

Hi, professor.
Hi, girls.

Oh, gilligan,
never mind the amenities.

Tell us about this.

I got the ticket.
I got the tax-exempt
ticket.

I'm a tax-exempt
millionaire.

What ticket?

The sweepstakes ticket
in South America.

Oh, and I suppose
a little bird
flew down here

and told you
that you've won.

No, I heard it
on the radio,

and see, he read
the number out,

and it's
the winning ticket.

And I've got
the same number,

and the howells
heard it, too.

Well, I guess it's true.
Our friend here's a millionaire.

Oh!

Congratulations,
gilligan.
Put her there.

No, I just remembered
what Mr. Howell said.

When you're rich,
everybody's got
their hand out.

Oh, for Pete's sake,
gilligan.
Shake hands.

Here you are, Mr. Howell.

I think I got it right.
Guava and papaya.

No, no,
gilligan, my boy.

Just put
the little tray down.

There you are. Nice.

Now, gilligan,
you just come over here
and lie down.

Me?
There. Yes.

Now, you comfy, dear?

Could you fluff
my pillow?

We'll fluff you
up a little.
There you are.

There. You got
a little drink, huh?

Uh, Mrs. Howell and I
were having a meeting
of the board,

and we decided to
admit a new member

to this terribly
exclusive private club,

and, gilligan, guess
who the new member is.

The skipper?
No.

The professor?
No, no.

Who is loaded
with money?

You are.
Aside from me.

Oh, me. But I'm only
a one million
millionaire.

Well, be that
as it may,

you have the $50,000
for the initiation fee.

So while I administer
the oath of loyalty

to the club
and to its principles--

uh, lovey, will
you get gilligan

his own private
club blazer?

Oh, certainly, dear.

Alright.
It's alright.

Put down the drink
and we will now--

uh, here--place
your right hand

on this pile
of currency.

No, don't clutch,
my boy!

Now, I, uh,
pledge allegiance

to the spirit
of money, the color
for which it stands,

one currency
divisible by 10,

with luxury
and affluence

to the very
fortunate few.

Is something amiss?

Well, that pledge.
I never heard one
like that before.

That's the way
I was taught at smu.

Smu?

Super millionaires
university.

♪ moo-la, moo-la ♪

♪ moo-la, moo-la ♪

♪ moo-la, moo-la ♪

♪ la ♪
♪ moo-la,
moo-la ♪

ha ha ha.
You had an 8.

I believe
that I had a 4.

A 4? You millionaires
can make yourselves
believe anything.

Would you believe it
that I made once

less than
a hole in one?

Less than
a hole in one?

That's right.
I missed the ball
and sank the divot.

Ha ha ha.
It's a golfing joke.

Oh, there you are,
gilligan.

I want you
to help me

fix the back wall
in the supply hut.

I fixed that wall
last week.

Exactly, gilligan.

That's why we have to fix it
again this week.

Aw, skipper,
it's too hot to work.

Why don't
you join us, huh?

Uh, young man,
would you,

uh, step over here
just one moment?

Is he a member
of the club?

Is he a millionaire?

Is he worth
anything except
that broken-down boat?

Then how can
the likes of him

join the likes
of us, huh?

It's not likely.

No, dismiss him.
Dismiss him.
Ok. Casually.

Uh, some other time.
Huh, skipper?

Yeah, well, thanks a lot
for the invitation.

Do you think
he's mad?

Well, uh, piqued,
perhaps.

Ego bruised, maybe.

Feelings hurt,
possibly.

Mad? He's furious.
Ha ha ha.

Now, gilligan,
observe.

One doesn't
drink a tea--

oh, I'm glad
to hear that,

because I'd rather
have, like,

cocoa or soda pop
or milk or root beer--

yes, dear.
Now, one doesn't
drink tea.

One sips,
like this.

You try.
Ok.

Oh, gilligan.

Not so good, huh?

Well, I always was
a slurpy supper.

Practice
makes perfect.

Now, handling
the appurtenances
of a tea party

is really
quite an art.

Sugar, the cream,

balancing
the cookies, there.

Now, you try it,
dear.

Good.

Hi.
Oh, Mary Ann.

Hi.
What are you doing?

Uh, we're having
a tea lesson.

Gilligan, when
a lady approaches

or enters a room,

a gentleman
stands up.

Oh, I'm sorry. I--

Gilligan.

Oh, yeah.
Marvelous.

Ha ha. Money.
Ha ha ha.

All this money,
and nothing to do,

and nobody
to do it with.

Hmm? You were, uh,
saying something,
old boy?

Mr. Howell,
now that I'm a member
of the club, what can I do?

I had more fun when
I was a club steward.

Well, you haven't
got the knack
of being idly rich.

You see, you should
do like me.

Just snooze and dream,
dream and snooze.

The pleasures
are unlimited.

Not for me, Mr. Howell.

When I go to sleep,
I have nightmares

about big crawly things
and creatures

and big hairy monsters
that grab you
around the throat.

Ooh, how vulgar.
Your dreams
are too ordinary.

You should,
uh, upgrade them.

Upgrade them?

Well, yes. You--
you take my dreams,

like the one
that you just
interrupted.

It was marvelous.

I was foreclosing
the mortgage

on a life-long
friend,

and I was creating
a poverty pocket

right in the heart
of Beverly Hills.
Downtown.

I don't want to dream
about making more money,
I want to spend it.

Egad, you have nothing
but nightmares.

Now, there's only
one use for money,

and that's
to make more money.

But, Mr. Howell,
I want to spend it
to make people happy.

Well, that's a very
noble sentiment,

very warm
and generous,
but stupid.

Now, let me
finish that dream
on a pleasant note.

The wholesale arrest
of the supreme court.

Ha!

Me join the club?
Why not?

Well, I can give you
the best why-not
I could ever tell you.

It just so happens
I don't have $50,000.

You could get it
if you wanted to.

Where?
Out of my sea chest?

Out of my
back pocket?

Boy, are you
a bad guesser.
You want a hint?

No, gilligan.
I don't want a hint.

Try your little buddy
gilligan.

Alright,
I'll try--

try my little buddy
gilligan?

Good guess.

Gilligan, you mean
you'd lend me the money?

No.

You sure know how
to hurt a fellow.

No, I wouldn't
lend it to you,
but I'd give it to you.

Gilligan,
I want to tell you

winning
this million dollars

has done something
to you.

It's made me rich.

No, it's more
than that.

I mean, it's given
you real vision.

Can you imagine
the idea

of you and me
and the howells
in the same club?

It's gonna have
nothing but class.

Yeah. I'll see you
later, skipper.

Uh, where are you
going?

I'm gonna find ginger.

I can't wait
to see what she does

when I give her $50,000.

How dare you?

All you men
are alike.

I suppose
you'll want
a kiss now.

No, I don't want
a kiss.

I've never been
so insulted
in all my life.

So, I'm not
worth kissing.

No, that's not
what I meant. Honest.

Are you sure?

Cross my heart.
I only want to pay
for your initiation

into our exclusive
private club.

Oh. Oh.
Oh, gilligan.

Oh.

Oh.

Ha ha ha. Sorry,
Mr. Howell.

I'm sorry.
No one under the rank
of rear admiral

is permitted
in the club.

Wait, Mr. Howell.
Yes, what's that?

Read this and weep.

Uh, read that. "I owe you.
Gilligan"--oh.

Oh, and, Mr. Howell?
Yes?

I like my deck chair
to face the lagoon.

Ha ha ha.

Mrs. Howell?
Nice.

Oh, my goodness.
What are we gonna
do with him?

What are we gonna
do with her?

Oh. Oh, yes.
No, I'm terribly
sorry, my dear.

The servants' entrance
is to the rear.

Oh, I couldn't
care less.

I am a member,
you know.

My I.O.U.,
please?

Your I.O.U.,
yes. Of course.

Oh, hello, Mary Ann.
Hello, skipper.

The world
is crumbling, lovey.

That girl is sitting
in my chair.

She's using my fan!

Ahem.

Look who has
a card of admittance.

Your pardon.
Yes, I beg you.

No autographs,
positively no autographs.

Oh, thurston.
She's in show business.

I believe
I'm in the right
place, am I not?

Uh, yes.
Heavens! An egghead.

With $50,000.

They're
the worst kind.

I.o.u. Yeah.
Well, come right in.

Thank you,
thurston. Lovey.

Lovey.

Thurston and lovey.
I never.

Well, I see
everybody got here.

Yes, unless you
lent some money

to cannibals
on neighboring islands.

No, just
to our friends.

Betrayed by one
of our own kind.

Those terrible
nouveau riche.

Just look at them
over there, lovey.

I want to thank you
very much.

Oh, you're welcome.

By dow and by Jones,
this island living

has dulled
my senses.

I, thurston howell,
the wizard
of wall street,

bought a pig
in a poke.

Lovey,
did you ever see

the sweepstakes
tickets?

No, dear.

Neither did I.
Gilligan!

Huh? You want
to see me, Mr. Howell?

Yes, I want to see
your sweepstakes ticket

in the treasury
of this club.

Against these
$50,000 I.O.U.'S

collateral, you know
what I mean?

Sure, Mr. Howell,
if that's a rule.

That's a rule.
It's a commandment.

Hurry up.
My palm is getting
moon burn.

It's gone.
Gone?

Gone.

Gone. And so are
your friends.

Go on!
Out of here!

I want to read
the by-laws.

By-laws. Yes.

You can't
treat my friends--

and you leave
the blazer with me!

Oh, thurston.
You did that
perfectly.

You forget I took
basic training

under Simon le greed.

Oh, sure,
but where do we start?

Knowing gilligan,
that ticket could
be anyplace.

No, it couldn't,
skipper.

It's not
in my pocket
because I looked.

Oh, great. Where else
couldn't it be, gilligan?

Well, let's see.

It couldn't be
in that tin box

buried down
at the base

of that big palm tree
by the lagoon.

I didn't know
there was a tin box

buried under
that tree.

There isn't. That's why
it couldn't be there.

Why don't
we divide up

into search
parties?

Mary Ann,
you can search
with me.

I'll go with
the skipper.

Yeah, and I'll go
with--with, uh, who?

Gilligan,
you will be

our special
task force.

And try and not
get in anybody's way.

Don't worry, skipper.
I'll do a real good job.

I swear, there isn't
an inch of this island
we haven't searched.

Any luck?
Not a bit.

I just can't
understand how

on an island
this size
why we can't--

I'm a millionaire!
I got the ticket!

I'm a millionaire!
Hi, everybody.
Done searching?

Gilligan,
where is the ticket?

Well, where
did you find it?

I didn't.
But you just
said you did.

You've just
been yelling

I've got the--
uh, the millionaire.

Where is the ticket?

Oh, that.
Yes, that.

Well, I figured
I'd get real smart

and do exactly
what I did yesterday

exactly the same,
and I'd find the ticket.

Well, yes, and?

Well, yesterday,
I began yelling

I've got a ticket!
I'm a millionaire!

I've got a tic--
alright, gilligan.

We get the idea.

I still didn't
find the ticket.

Nor did we.

We found
everything else

that you've lost
on the island
since we landed.

Your bubblegum
wrappers

and your
baseball cards.

Yes, and your
library card
and your bank book.

And the pages
you've been tearing
off the calendar.

And that great
American novel
you keep starting.

Well, at least
we did clean up
the island.

Yes, gilligan.
We cleaned up
the island.

Go to sleep,
thurston.
It's getting late.

Sleep does not
come easy these nights,
lovey.

Aw, you're still upset.

To think that I,
thurston howell III,

should be taken in
by a pink-cheeked boy.

Accepting a piece
of paper I never saw.

He says he has
and it's lost,

and I don't know
whether he did
or whether he didn't.

You're beginning
to sound
like gilligan.

Don't say that name.

Right, darling.
Goodnight. Mmm.

I, thurston howell,
who always insisted

on seeing things
in writing.

Should have demanded--
should have insisted--

on seeing it
in writing.

Seeing it in writing...
Seeing it in writing...

Seeing it in writing...
Seeing it in writing...

Whoa! Ha!
I struck gold!

I struck it rich!

Hey, i'm
a millionaire!

Come along,
sea biscuit.

Yes, sir.
I struck gold.

You hear me?
I'm rich.

Hey. Did I hear
you say gold,

you bearded old
desert rat?

I've got
enough gold here
to fill every tooth

between here
and St. Louis.

Well, in that case,

you just come right on
into my office,

you kindly old man.

Yeah. You mind
if I double park?

There, baby.
Alright, son.

You've gotta help me.
I've been out there.

You're a nice fella.
I like you.

Oh! Oh, my goodness,
son.

Right over here.
Right here. Perfect.

Let's get this out.

40 years diggin'
in the rivers.

40 years climbing
the mountains.

40 years
in the hills.
How much is that?

That's 120 years.

I don't mean that.
I haven't had a bath
in 40 years.

What are you
doing there, boy?

I'm making out
your deed.

Proof that you're
worth $1 million.

Oh, keep writing,
my boy.

There you are, sir,
and I wouldn't lose

that little
piece of paper
if I were you.

That ticket
is worth $1 million.

Aah! $1 million!
How much
do I owe you

for your
services, son?

I like you,
you know.

My fee is $50,000.

$50,000. It's worth
every cent of it.

You don't mind
if I write you
an I.O.U.

Against this deed?
There you are.

Alright.
That's my signature.

You know, sir,
a man of your wealth
needs protection.

Marshal gilligan
is the man for you.

Who's that?
Marshal gilligan.

Never heard of him.
Here, son.

Did I hear someone
call the marshal?

Oh, there you are,
marshal.

This gentleman
right here, marshal.

Yeah.

This dirty, bearded,
desert rat

and you call him
a gentleman?

He's worth
a million dollars.

That's right.

Like I was saying,
you can't judge a man

by the clothes
he's wearing.

Yes,
I understand, son,

this is
a rough, tough,
shootin' town, huh?

Rough, tough? Mister,
anyone past 30 here
is a tourist.

Well, I'm gonna
need a gunfighter
to protect me.

It's worth $50,000,
yeah.

Mister, are you trying
to buy a U.S. marshal?

Of course not.

That's funny,
'cause you just
bought yourself one.

Hey, well,
here's an I.O.U.
For $50,000.

I got it
against my deed,
yes.

That's
my signature.
There you are.

Now, let's go
to a saloon

and celebrate,
huh?

Follow me.

Dancin' girls,
huggin'
and squeezin'.

I haven't
had a bath
in 40 years.

I know.

Go on. I'll cover
the rear.

Yeah, you cover me
from the rear.

Uh, everybody
belly up
to the bar, boys.

I hear you
struck it rich, sir.

Uh, news travels fast
in these parts, huh?

Well, nothing gets past
ginger le plant, sir,

owner of the last chance
gambling and drinking saloon.

Yeah, I like you, girl.
You're alright.

I like you,
too, sir.

Thank you.

Drink on the house.

Ah, you pour it
so gracefully.

Aah!

That's smooth.

How about another drink
on the house?

Don't mind if I do.
Gracious.
Here's to you.

Aah!

Oh, that's great
whisky.

Do you believe
I haven't had

a drink of whisky
in 40 years?

We serve nothing
but the best, sir.

It's been aged
for a solid week.

Ooh. Think I'll have
another round.

How much
do I owe you?

Well, let's see, that's,
uh, 2 drinks on the house,

and one that you
bought yourself,

I'd say that's,
uh, $50,000, sir.

Oh, it's, uh,
reasonable enough.

I'll just give you
my I.O.U.
There you are.

Thank you, sir.

My signature.
Thanks.

There you go.

You know, I haven't had
a bath in 40 years.

I know.

Marshal?

Keep your hands
where I can see 'em.

Oh. Oh, marshal.
It's just me.

Sweet little
warm-hearted girl
of the golden west me.

Why are you crying,
Mary Ann?

Will you have
a little drink on me?

Would you like
a little drink?

Oh, dare I say it
in front of
a stranger?

Well, I'm not
a stranger.

I'm a friend
of your father's.

Was.

You mean,
he passed over?

Helped by
the apache.

Well, your mother and me,
we were kind of friendly.

Pushed out
by the cherokee.

Your brother, Tom?

Sioux.

Your sister,
Emily?
Navajo.

Your dear, sweet, innocent
little grandmother?

Shot by the marshal.

Well, you can't
win 'em all.

Never mind
them killings, honey.

Why--why
all them tears?

I need $50,000
to help save
my ranch.

Is that all
that's bugging you,
boopie?

I'm gonna lay
a little I.O.U.
On you here

for--help me.
I've kind of got
the shakes, you understand?

Here you are.

Oh, thank you,
kind sir.

You know I haven't
had a bath in 40 years?

I know.

Gamblin',
that's what I like.

Stranger, you, uh,
mind if I sit in here?

I reckon there's
enough room.

You know, I haven't
had a bath in 40 years.

We know.

What's your
game, partner?

3 card monte
is my game.

Cut 'em.

There, I cut 'em.

Wait a minute. 4 cards
for 3 card monte?

Everything
has gone up.

I bet 50,000.

I'll give you
an I.O.U.

I'll just--
I'll just cover that.

It's a little soggy.

3 aces.
Hold it.

I've got 4 aces.

Oh. Just like you said.
Everything's gone up here.

Uh, it's been
kind of a long game.

I think
I'm gonna turn in.

Now, how about paying me
the 50,000 you owe me?

Well, I gave you
my I.O.U. Right there.

Sure,
but how do I know
that's good?

Well, I've got
a million dollar mine,

I've got a piece
of paper to prove it.

I ain't seen
no piece of paper.

Well, i--i got it on me,
if you'll just--

watch it.

I got it. I lost it!
I lost it!

A likely story.

No, but I had it!
I had it!

Marshal!

What are we gonna
do about this man?

You're under arrest.

I've got
a better idea.

Let's hang
the desert rat.

Oh, he deserves it,
giving the girl
of the golden west

a bum I.O.U.

Well, somebody's
gotta do something
for me.

I'll do something
for you.

Oh, thank you.
I sure needed that.

Wait a minute,
marshal.

You gotta help me.

Marshal? What marshal?
I was the fellow

you owe $50,000 to.

Well, you can't hang me,

'cause I can't prove
I'm a millionaire!

Who are you deceiving now,
howell?

I had a piece of paper,
but I lost it.

That was the worst
crime of all.

Save me! Save me!
Save me! Save me!

Save me! Lovey!

Lovey, save me!
Save me!

Thurston. Thurston.
You're having
a bad dream.

Oh, I know.
Wake up.

I know. It was terrible.

I haven't time
to tell you.

I must get
to gilligan
right away.

Here, take Teddy.

Gilligan, my boy.
Wake up. Wake up.

Who is it?
What did I do now?

You didn't do anything.
Everything's perf--

thurston had
a bad dream,

and he wants
to tell you
about it.

Did you see one
of those monsters?

Those big hairy monsters
that grab you
around the throat?

Gilligan.
That Argentine sweepstakes
ticket that you lost.

Oh, yeah.
I lost it real good.

Yes. Was it about
3 inches long
and 2 inches wide?

Yep.
And was it orange colored?

Yep.

And was the number
g131131?

Yeah, Mr. Howell.
That's it.

Oh, thurston.
You found
the ticket.

Yeah, and you found it
in the first place
you looked.

Well, just don't
lie there.

Tell your friends
they're back
in the club.

Get along. That's it.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Hey, Mr. Howell?
Don't lose that ticket.

It's a son of a gun
to find.

Don't I know it?

Thurston, how much is
a 2-year-old sweepstakes
ticket worth?

Not a cent,
but don't tell anyone.

It's our little secret.

Oh, darling.
I always knew
you had a heart.

Yeah, remind me to speak
to the professor.

There must be
a painless way

to turn it
back to stone.

Ah, ha ha.
Good shot.

I missed.

Bad for you.
Good for me,
that is.

Let's get on
with the game.

It's in
my honor--

We interrupt
our musical program

to bring you
this news item
from the United States.

The winner
of the one million
non-taxable dollar

grand sweepstakes prize
will leave

for buenos aries tonight
by jetliner

to pick up
his cashier's check.

When contacted at his home
in peeling, Vermont,

Mr. Hugo abarnathy
attributed his success

to clean living
and a lifetime of gambling.

Gilligan,
your mouth is open.

You knew.
All along, you knew.

That it was last year's
sweepstakes ticket?
Yes. Yes.

And you let me
back in the club
and all the others, too?

Let's get on
with the game,
shall we?

Mr. Howell?
You're not a mean,
rotten, scary guy.

You're a real
nice guy.

Well, that's one flaw
in an otherwise
sterling character.

If you dare breathe
one word...

I won't.

I'll boil you
in coconut oil

and serve you with
an apple in your mouth.

Let's get on
with the game.
Better yet, caddy!

Now you're talking
and acting like
the Mr. Howell I know.

Shut up, will you?!

♪ 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 phone, no light ♪

♪ no motor cars,
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 ♪

♪ from 7 stranded castaways ♪

♪ here on gilligan's isle ♪