Gilligan was walking towards the lagoon when he thought he heard voices. He was thinking of running back and telling the others, but then thought better of it. Knowing his luck it would just be some birds chattering, or a monkey howling. But to play it safe, he carefully peered through the jungle before walking into the clearing. What he saw startled him. It was a tall black haired man in a suit accompanied by a stunning blonde in a cocktail dress, not unlike many of Ginger's.

The man looked around and said, "Unreal, by now I should be used to this nonsense. Larry and Louise are going to start to wonder where we are. "

The lady said, "Well Darrin, before we left for the Tates' you did mention in front of Aunt Clara that you wanted to land on a tropical isle."

Darrin said, "Sam! That's not funny! What I said is that I hope we landed the Tropical Isle Rum account. I'm sure I don't have to worry about that now. You know how Louise is about her cocktail parties, and how Larry is about Louise. I probably won't have a job to get back to." Locking at the woman, Darrin added, "Well, Sam, what are you going to do about this?"

Gilligan thought the lady didn't look like any Sam he knew. He also wondered what she could do about it. Maybe she had a boat, or a helicopter?

Sam replied, "Well, I for one am going to take advantage of these beautiful surroundings!"

Gilligan couldn't believe what he saw next. Sam twitched her nose, and the little black cocktail dress she was wearing turned into a little black bikini! Gilligan felt lightheaded, not only because of the sheer impossibility of what he saw, but also because of the fact that the bikini did most assuredly accentuate the fact that Sam was all girl.

Darrin fiercely whispered, "Sam! There might be people around."

Sam responded, "Darrin, I'm sure the island is deserted. It was either change like that or strip naked to take a swim. You didn't think I'd go swimming in my dress did you?"

The thought of the love of his life swimming carefree in the nude silenced Darrin for a moment. The thought of the blond naked in the lagoon made Gilligan loose his footing, and he fell down face first on to some vines.

"What was that?" Darrin asked

Sam answered, "Probably just some wild boar."

As if on cue, an older redheaded woman just appeared out of nowhere! She said, looking directly at Darrin, "I wouldn't call Derwood here wild, but he's definitely a bore!"

Sam said to the older woman, "Mother! Darrin is not a bore."

Darrin said, "Endora, I'll let that comment slide… if you can get us out of here!"

Endora said, "Foolish mortal, I think you would know by now only Clara can do that. But I will look in on my precious granddaughter while you are here. Ta-ta."

At that, the woman vanished!

Darrin muttered, "I just wish you and your mother would be a little more careful with your displays of witchcraft."

Gilligan said, "Witches!" He then ran back to camp shouting, "Witches in the lagoon! Witches in the lagoon."

The first person Gilligan ran into was Mary Ann. "Witches!" He told her "Witches!"

Mary Ann said, "Calm down Gilligan, tell me what you saw."

Gilligan just babbled, "Woman dress, then no dress, then bikini."

Ginger overhearing contributed, "Sounds like a photo shoot I was on."

Mary Ann said to Ginger, "Hush Ginger, something has got him very upset."

Ginger said, "You're right Mary Ann, let's go find the Professor." Mary Ann shot Ginger a glare. Ginger's motivation in seeking out the Professor most likely had little to do with Gilligan, but it probably was a good idea to have the scientist look over the boy.

The two girls escorted Gilligan over to the bench where the Professor was doing some sort of experiment.

The Professor said, "Hello Ladies, and Gilligan. I am attempting to manufacture a cathode ray tube and turn the movie projector parts we have into a television. That way we will be able to watch next month's Gemini 13 launch live instead of listening to it on the radio."

Ginger purred, "Mmmmm, I wouldn't mind doing some exploring with Majors Anthony Nelson and Roger Healey."

Mary Ann snapped, "That's all good and well, but something is wrong with Gilligan!"

The Professor quickly examined Gilligan and surmised, "He does look a little pale. What's wrong Gilligan?"

Gilligan answered, "Witches, there are witches in the lagoon."

The Professor said, rather condescendingly, "Now Gilligan, you know there are no such thing as witches."

The Skipper was investigating the source of all the commotion. He wasn't surprised to see it was his little buddy. Overhearing the Professor's comment, the Captain cautioned, "I don't know Professor, I've been all over the world and have seen a lot of things I can't explain."

The Professor offered, "Well, lets go see what Gilligan was talking about."

The women and the Captain agreed. Gilligan would only come along if everybody else was coming. Safety in numbers, after all.

The Howells saw the five other castaways walking down the path to the lagoon.

Mr. Howell quipped, "I say, do you have a permit for that parade?"

Mrs. Howell asked, "Where are you all off to?"

Gilligan answered, "Hunting witches in the lagoon."

Mrs. Howell replied, "How exciting. I haven't been on a witch-hunt since I was a girl camping in Maryland. Come Thurston."

Mr. Howell sighed and joined the group. He knew trying to talk Eunice 'Lovey' Wentworth Howell out of anything once she made up her mind was futile.

When the seven got to the lagoon, they were surprised to see there was indeed a very attractive blond woman in a bikini, and a tall man with dark hair wearing a wet and torn navy blue yachting outfit, which could be confused as a suit.

Seeing the seven castaways the woman shouted, "Help! Over here!"

The castaways quickly came to the two strangers, who at closer appearance were very disheveled.

The woman said, "We were island hopping in our boat when we rammed a reef outside of your island. We were barely able to make it to your lagoon. I'm afraid there's not much left of our little craft."

The others looked at the battered small boat she was pointing to that was washed up on the shore of the lagoon vaguely reminiscent of the Minnow. The castaways couldn't help but notice the name painted on the couple's vessel was Witch Craft.

The Skipper spoke, "We found ourselves in a similar predicament three years ago. I'm the Skipper, that's Mr. and Mrs. Howell, we call the gentleman over there the Professor, the girls are Ginger and Mary Ann, and the tall young man hiding behind them is Gilligan."

Ginger walked immediately over to the man in the Yachting outfit and said, "I think we've met before." This earned the man a glare from the woman in the swimsuit.

The man spoke, "Yes, you're Ginger Grant. I'm sorry, I'm Darrin Stevens, this is my wife Samantha. I work for the McMann and Tate advertising agency. Miss Grant was the star of the agency's PepsoBright television commercials."

Ginger sang, "For a smile of white, use PepsoBright." Which did get her a very white smile from Darrin, and not so much of smile from Samantha.

Mr. Howell said, "Oh yes, McMann and Tate, we've used them before. Good agency. They must pay well, too, considering you can afford island hopping."

Darrin replied, a little embarrassed, "That was courtesy of Samantha."

Mr. Howell responded, "Nothing wrong with marrying into money, my boy."

Gilligan regained some composure and simply said, "Witches!"

Darrin looked startled. Samantha, on the other hand, almost looked terrified. Usually, for a witch, that accusation was followed by people gathering wood for a bonfire. And one her kind was usually the guest of honor.

Mary Ann said, "Gilligan! That's not polite."

The Skipper, being used to apologizing for Gilligan, told the Stevens, "I'm sorry about the knucklehead over there. He somehow got it in his brain that you were witches."

Darrin laughed and said, "Me, a witch? I highly doubt it."

After living with mortals for so long, Samantha was used to making up stories to cover unexplainable events. This was no exception, and she had set this tale up as soon as she heard Gilligan screaming 'witches in the lagoon.'

Samantha began, "We saw your friend soon after we ran aground. I was getting out of my wet clothes and into my bikini when we heard a crash. When we looked over your friend was passed out in the vines over there. Darrin went over to help as I was a little over-exposed, By the time my husband made it to the jungle, your friend was running away yelling about witches."

The Professor theorized, "Gilligan must have fainted when he saw you," the teacher paused, embarrassed, and continued, "in your state of undress. Our Gilligan is very child like, and gallant. To avoid any embarrassment to you or himself, Gillgan's subconscious came up with the witch story, no doubt based on the name of your boat."

Mary Ann asked wide eyed, "Gilligan saw you while you were getting into your bathing suit?"

Samantha replied with faux embarrassment, and a shred of truth, "I wish he didn't, but it's beginning to look like he did."

Darrin added with an emotion the castaways misunderstood for jealousy, "Believe me, I wish that sailor hadn't seen my wife change."

Looking at the shapely blonde in the bikini, Skipper just said quietly, "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. My little buddy has the best dumb luck of anybody I have met on any of the seven seas."

Thurston, without thinking, added, "Captain, truer words have never been spoken."

Mr. Howell was rewarded by a sharp, "Thurston!" by Mrs. Howell.