Gilligan strolled casually down the path toward the lagoon, his fishing pole in one hand and the radio in the other. It was turned to the Children Channel. He didn't care what everyone else thought. He liked the fairytales.
The narrator's deep voice continued the story: "And the king organized a banquit and invited all the elitists in his realm."
Gilligan frowned. This was supposed to be a kid's station. How come they used such big words. He made a mental note to ask the Professor what an 'elitist' was.
As he stepped out of the jungle onto the beach he stopped in his tracks. His jaw dropped open and the radio slipped from his hands. There was something seriously wrong with the lagoon. It was...white.
He walked catiously up to the water and bent down. The water was covered with a floating blanket of thin white strings, each about a foot long. "It looks like...Nah, couldn't be." Gilligan plucked one of the strings from the water and examined it closely. It was slick and didn't smell much of anything. Then he did something no sane adult would have done, he put it in his mouth. "It is!" He leapt to his feet and took off toward camp.
He burst into the clearing shouting at the top of his voice. "The lagoon! The lagoon!"
Mary Ann and Ginger looked up from where they were hanging the laundry.
"What's wrong, Gilligan?" Mary Ann asked.
"The lagoon!" He said frantically. "It's...it's..."
"What about the lagoon, dear?" Mrs. Howell sat up in her lounge chair.
"I gotta tell the Professor!" Gilligan ran to the Professor's hut trailing the rest of the curious castaways. He threw the door open and bolted into the room.
The Professor was standing at the table with the Skipper at his side. They both turned to the sound of Gilligan's voice.
"Skipper, Professor!" Gilligan was fairly panting now.
"Be careful, Gilligan!" The Professor warned, motioning to the strange contraption on the table. "This is very fragile. You see, I belive this can adapt the radio into a..."
"The lagoon!" Gilligan shouted again interrupting the Professor's speech. "You gotta come see it!"
"Calm down, Gilligan. Restrain yourself." The Skipper said. "What about the lagoon?"
Gilligan began speaking incomprehensibly at top speed.
"Did you see a boat? Speak up, my boy!" Mr. Howell became quickly agitated by Gilligan's narritive of half sentances and wild gestures.
"Spaghetti!" Was the last word of his explination. "Come on!"
Gilligan ran down to the beach, the rest in tow.
"The lagoon is full spaghetti!" The Skipper said in a combination of awe and disgust.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you."
The Professor shook his head at the wierdness before him. "A box of it must have been washed off a ship."
Ginger scrunched up her nose. "They say pasta is romantic, but this is enough to make a girl swoon!"
"Too bad the container it was in broke. Spaghetti would have been a nice addition to our provisions."
"This is chaotic." The Professor said, staring at the lagoon. "How are we going to clean this up?"
Gilligan shrugged. "Got any pasta sauce?"
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Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a short story. It was inspired by a contest on fanlib. The objective was to incorporate these ten words 'realm, elitist, chaotic, provision, swoon, agitate, fragile, restrain, adapt, spaghetti,' into a story less than 1,000 words long.