This is a Mary Ann dream sequence based on the classic story about Little Red Riding Hood. I thought it would be fun. XD
Casting:
Mary Ann- Little Red (Mary Ann here)
Gilligan- Wolfigan
Ginger- MA's sister (added her for fun and added part)
Skipper- Grandmother (seriously, how many old women did the Skipper represent in dream sequences? XD)
Professor- Axeman Hinkley
Mrs. Howell- MA's mother
Mr. Howell- Rich man who owns the forest (another character added for placement of character)
Mary Ann and the Wolf
Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Mary Ann. She lived with her mother and her sister. One day, the happy little family family learned that Grandmother was sick. Mary Ann, wanting to do something for her poor ill grandmother, decided to go for a visit. She baked two pies and put them in a neat little basket.
"Mary Ann, do be careful out there in those woods, dear," said her mother, giving the girl her red cloak. "There are terrible wolves out there with the mind to rob you."
"But mother, I thought wolves were more interested in eating people, not robbing them," said Mary Ann.
"Money leaves a poor taste in one's mouth when eaten," her mother remarked. "Any self-respecting wolf would remove the money and keep it for himself."
"Take care, Mary Ann," said Mary Ann's sister Ginger. "I hope you're not afraid of the big bad wolf."
"I'm not scared," said Mary Ann. "It's not that far to Grandmother's house anyway. It's only a forest between here and there."
"A forest full of wolves," said Ginger. "If one eats you, don't say I didn't warn you."
Mary Ann said her goodbyes and left her house to go see her grandmother, unafraid of running into a ferocious wolf. Little did she know, an encounter was not far away...
Halfway through the woods, Mary Ann heard a Gilligan-ish howling coming from ahead. Suddenly, a skinny, well-dressed wolf came crashing through the bushes (a wolf that looked very much like Gilligan with fluffy wolf ears, a black nose, and a tail). She jumped back at first, but then she remembered that she wasn't going to be afraid of wolves.
Wolfigan greeted her with a big, friendly grin. "Hello, there! I'm the big bad wolf," he said. He took off his black fedora and gave her an awkward little bow. Then he began to sniff the air, shutting his eyes and smiling. "What have you got in that basket?" he asked, his eyes gleaming hungrily. He quickly shoved his hat back onto his head.
Mary Ann replied casually. "They're pies for my grandmother."
Wolfigan licked his lips. "Oh boy, I just love pie! Can I have some?" He held out his hands (err, paws) as if he was expecting Mary Ann to give him the basket.
The girl clutched the basket with both hands, holding it closer to herself. "If they weren't for somebody else, I'd give you some," she said.
Wolfigan drooped, disappointed. Then his ears perked up again. He looked up at Mary Ann with pleading cyan eyes. "Just one eenie-weenie little piece?" he asked innocently.
Mary Ann almost gave in to the sweet wolf's begging, but she held firm. "Sorry, but no."
"Aba-ba-bu-bu-bu..." the wolf began to blather, his eyes growing wide with desperation.
Mary Ann walked on past him. "I said no. These pies are for my grandmother, not for you."
Wolfigan began to protest again, but shut his mouth when he saw that she was going. He leaned against a tree and pouted. "Never mind that I haven't eaten in days," he said to himself. "Those pies sure would taste good. I don't know why she would waste them on a mean lady like that one at the other end of the woods." He knew that was where Mary Ann was going; that was the only old lady in the vicinity!
"I gotta get some of that pie!" Wolfigan resolved, hurrying off towards Grandmother's cabin on a faster forest route. He had come up with a far-fetched plan to get some of the sweet pastry, and he knew exactly how he would pull it off.
Minutes later, Wolfigan arrived at the cabin, a sneaky smile on his face. It didn't look like Mary Ann had arrived yet. He knocked on the door and hid behind a rosebush- unfortunately snagging his tail in the thorns. He resisted the urge to squeak, his eyes going enormous and his mouth dropping open.
The cabin door opened. "Hello?" asked an impossible manly voice for a woman. Grandmother cautiously stepped outside, looking around. "Is anybody there?"
Wolfigan silently giggled to himself, covering his mouth with his paw. Grandmother ventured out further and walked around the other side of the cabin. The wolf jumped out of the rose bush and sneaked into the house. He spotted a closet and ran to it. Wolfigan opened the closet door and was greeted with a variety of dresses and... wigs?
Wolfigan grabbed one of the "old lady" wigs and stared at it. "I always knew he- I mean, she was a fake!" He froze when he heard Grandmother coming back, muttering about her mind playing tricks on her. The wolf quickly got into the closet and slammed the door, crushing his tail. He squeaked quietly and reopened the closet door, then slowly pulled his tail inside.
Inside the closet, Wolfigan took off his fedora and shoved the "old lady" wig onto his head, taking care to cover up his furry ears. Then he slipped into one of Grandmother's big dresses. He immediately realized he wasn't fat enough to fill the dress up, so he grabbed the other dresses and shoved them into the dress to help.
He silently pushed the closet door open, peeking to see that Grandmother had returned to her bed. Her eyes were shut and she seemed to be trying to sleep. Wolfigan tentatively licked his lips and tried to sneak out of the closet. He wasn't used to having a larger body, however, so his dress-stuffed makeup sides loudly scraped the doorframe. He stole another glance at Grandmother, who stirred and grunted briefly.
Grandmother opened one eye to see Wolfigan looking back at her. "How did you get in here?" she asked, sitting up.
"I didn't," said Wolfigan. "I'm not really here. You're dreaming."
Grandmother nodded. "Oh. All right." She lay back down on the bed and began to snore.
Wolfigan breathed a sigh of relief, happy his last-minute plan had worked. But Mary Ann would be arriving soon, and Grandmother needed to be dealt with before then. He sneaked up on Grandmother and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey. Hey Grandmother."
Grandmother opened an eye. "What is it, not-really-there?" she asked.
"Get out of bed, I want to show you something," said Wolfigan, beckoning with one furry finger.
"OK," Grandmother said, sitting up and chuckling dryly. "Since I'm dreaming I suppose there's no harm in it."
Wolfigan helped Grandmother out of bed and led her to the closet he had just come out of. "Now, just come in here and take a nap," he said, gently pushing Grandmother into the closet.
Grandmother looked around the closet disdainfully. "How am I supposed to sleep in here?" she asked.
Wolfigan thought fast and gave her a pillow. "Here you go."
"Oh. Thanks, dream person," said Grandmother. She lay down on the floor and rested her head on the pillow. "Good night."
"Good night," Wolfigan echoed, shutting the closet door. Then he chuckled to himself. The pies were practically his now! All he had to do was get in bed and wait for Mary Ann to arrive.
.~GI~.
That's where I'll end this first part. XD I'll finish it up after dinner. There was no homework tonight so I took the liberty to write something fun and Gilligany.
Hope you're enjoying this, please review! And keep in mind that this was done for fun, not as a major project. XD