The first one knew what he was doing, being patient and just licking. Then here comes Gilligan, blundering up and taking a big bite! BAMPF!
Funny clip that is.
When I was 15 we had a mouse who kept robbing my trap. I'd bait it at night, and when I'd check it in the morning I'd find the trap tripped but no mouse in it. And of course, all the peanut butter gone.
I decided that what we had was a really fast mouse, who would trip the trap, dodge the bullet, then casually eat the bait. My Dad said I was "full of shit. No mouse has any intelligence."
So, not listening to the old man, I took the trap apart and installed a much stronger spring, and made the trigger much more sensitive.
Next morning, we had ourselves a dead mouse in the trap! But odd thing was, the blade had just barely caught him, on the tip of his snout. He was in the process of backing out when the now-faster trap got his ass!
This evidence convinced my dad, who stuck his nose down at the dead mouse and said, "Yeah he was tripping the trap for all of his friends, they called him 'speedy.' And last night they were gathered all around saying, 'What happened, speedy?' "
In later years I was working at an industrial plant, and a mouse or mice had invaded the candy machine, opening and sampling all packages. The flummoxed owner of the business, an educated man, said, "Why did he open ALL the packages?"
I looked at him and said, "Because he can't READ, Ken!"
