Hello readers! I love Gilligan's Island, so this is for all the fans who wish the show still had new episodes!
"Gilligan, can you please get out of the way! If these samples get on the ground, I can't examine them! They would be too dirty!" exclaimed the Professor, struggling to get Gilligan out of his hut. Gilligan tried to move, but he knocked over the samples. The Professor scolded him, "Gilligan, I told you not to do that." He tried to stay calm. Sometimes Gilligan was just a nuisance.
"Sorry Professor! I didn't mean to do that. I'll go now." said the first mate. The Professor sighed. That boy always goes and messes things up. He bent over to pick up his samples. Suddenly, he felt a force nudge his backside and he fell over.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Professor!" said Ginger, who had just entered, not seeing him.
"It's alright I suppose. Gilligan already ruined my samples. What do you need?" he asked. Ginger stared at him like she could believe her ears.
"Professor don't you remember? You've been promising me that you'd help me rehearse a role. You've been promising for weeks and you kept putting it off. You said that this time you'd follow through." Ginger explained, letting out a sigh. The Professor stood up.
"Gee, I'm sorry Ginger. This is incredibly important that I study these samples. There is something peculiar about them and it may have to do with our safety!" he explained.
"But didn't Gilligan ruin them already?" Ginger asked. The Professor nodded. Suddenly, it hit him. Now that Gilligan had ruined his samples, he had to get more.
"Ginger, I'm sorry, I've got to go collect more of these samples. I'd like to help you, but I don't have any time. Maybe I can help when I am finished." The Professor stated, trying not to upset Ginger, since he had promised to help her several days ago.
"Professor, I know you have things to do, but Mary Ann and I already finished the laundry. Since I can't cook and Gilligan is already gathering fruits, I have nothing to do. Besides, you shouldn't go back on a promise." she told him. The Professor sighed.
"No, Ginger, I'm sorry." he said. Just then, he saw Skipper walking by the hut. "Hey Skipper! Would you mind helping Ginger with her script? I'm quite busy with my work." he asked. Skipper nodded and entered the hut.
"Sure, Professor! What are you working on?" he asked. The Professor quickly told how the samples had been ruined by Gilligan and that he needed to collect more.
"That's very interesting! What kind of samples are they?" Skipper asked. The Professor was getting a little irritated. First of all, Gilligan had accidentally ruined his samples, then Ginger had begun making him feel guilty for not helping her, and now Skipper was asking him all sorts of questions when he needed to get back to work.
"I'll have to explain later, I must get to work or we might be in trouble." he told the Skipper. The Skipper nodded.
"Sorry, Professor. I'll help Ginger for you." he said, leaving with Ginger following him. The Professor sighed and went looking for a basket and tweezers to collect his samples with. Luckily, there were no more distractions for a while, so he managed to make his way into the jungle. Once he had collected enough samples, he began to head back to the supply hut. But, of course, there was no way he'd make it back without some disruption. Skipper ran into the jungle with such urgency that he ran into the Professor, causing the poor man to drop the samples he had collected.
"Skipper, I hope nothing is wrong! You scared me!" the Professor exclaimed. Skipper quickly apologized and explained.
"Mr. Howell's money has been stolen! I know it sounds crazy, but it's true!" Skipper told him, while trying to lead him to the huts.
"Well, we can assume by process of elimination that it must have been someone from the Maroobi tribe who took it. You know, I'm not really surprised. Back in 1905, scientists found evidence on some islands quite nearby to our island that the Maroobi really existed. They kept traveling back and forth to the islands for about twelve years, until 1917. They gathered a plethora of several artifacts that held information. They used radioactive carbon dating to learn about it. Everything makes sense." The Professor said, starting to ramble on in a way that made the Skipper very confused.
"Professor, please speak English." He asked. The Professor smiled.
"Sorry, Skipper. It just means that the tribe has a history of stealing." he explained. As soon as they got to the huts, Professor called a meeting with the other Castaways.
"We all know why we're here. Mr. Howell's money has been stolen. None of us have any motives, so I assume it may have been someone from a native tribe. But, just in case, I will have to question each of you." He explained. First in line was Ginger.
"Ginger, when was the last time you saw Mr. Howell's money?" he inquired.
"He never lets me see it in the first place!" Ginger responded, rather indignantly. The Professor nodded. That was the truth for many of the Castaways. Nonetheless, he continued to question them. First Skipper and Gilligan, then Mary Ann and Mr. Howell. Finally, he came to Mrs. Howell.
"Mrs. Howell, when was the last time you saw the money?" he asked patiently.
"Why, it was just a few moments before you called the meeting. I was counting it for Mr. Howell and I forgot to put it back." she replied. The Professor took a deep breath to control himself. He was supposed to be the one who always knew what to do. He was always calm.
"Why didn't you mention it before everyone got nervous?" he asked her. In his voice, the others heard a hint of anger. This confused them, as he was never like this.
"I don't really know, Thurston had asked me to count the money. So, I did as he said." Mrs. Howell responded to the Professor's new tone of voice. The Professor sat down in the sand. Mary Ann noticed an expression of stress cross his face.
"Professor, what's wrong? Something seems off." She asked him. The Professor looked up.
"Nobody seems to understand about how busy I am. First, Gilligan ruined my leaf samples. Then, Ginger bothered me with her script and I had to get Skipper to help her instead of me helping her. I got my new samples, but when Skipper came to get me, he caused me to drop them! Then I find out that the money wasn't really missing. Did any of you realize how important those samples were? I might not be able to figure out what was wrong with them. It might sound silly to you, but it could ruin our lives if I don't figure it out!" As he spoke, his voice began to rise. The Castaways began to get nervous. They had never heard him speak in such a way. He was usually the most calm and level-headed of the group. Before anyone could speak, the Professor made an announcement that startled everyone.
"To get my work done, I am going to move to the other side of the island." he decided.
"Professor, you can't! It's not safe!" Ginger exclaimed.
"Ginger, it's all right. I'll come back soon, once I get my work done. Besides, we've explored there many times. I'll be fine." he explained.
Without any further words, he promptly stood and went back to his hut.
I know it was a bit OOC, but I really want this story to work. RIP Russell Johnson, whom we all knew as the "Professor". I love you, Professor.
Anna :')