Professor Roy Hinkley Jr. was troubled. Troubled by something that had been plaguing him for a long long time. He tried to run from it but no longer was that possible. He had to stop running and face it head on if he was ever going to be able to function. The volcano incident scared him more than he would ever dare admit to the others. Sure he was calm, cool and collected about it. Offering a logical scientific solution to the problem. Studying his books and using his vast knowledge to come up with neutralizing the volcano's power with an equal power source. That bomb was the perfect solution and it helped stop the volcano from destroying what was their home.
However no matter how calm he may have appeared on the outside, inside he was trembling with fear. Fear. That was a common thing on the island. Fear of being stuck there for the rest of their lives. Fear that they would be murdered by head hunters. There were many times they had faced down death on their little island. So many times it appeared that death was imminent yet somehow they managed to escape. Like the time their little island home was a target for annihilation. Doomed they were for certain but like before something or someone was watching them. A higher power no doubt in the academic's mind. Which is why he could no longer squander this opportunity. He had to do something about it before it was too late. Each time danger lurked and reared it's ugly head, the scholar knew he needed to do something. He could not live with himself anymore. Knowing that he could have died and never….there was not a chance he was going to risk that again. Life was too precious. And so was she.
From the moment he laid his blue eyes upon the enchanting actress, the Professor knew. Knew that this being with the most bewitching green eyes and exquisite beauty was without question the sole owner of his heart. There would never be another. Even that ditzy Erika Tiffany Smith had not stood a chance. He never loved that woman anyway. He had no intention of entering in matrimony with her. That would be why he was looking for any way possible to get out of it. When Mr. Howell informed him that Ms. Smith no longer wished to have anything to do with him, he never in life had been more happy. Good riddance to her!
His mind did think back to a very pleasant memory when Ms. Tiffany Smith had been on the island but it had nothing to do with the blonde social climber. It had everything to do with that gorgeous redhead. The scene played in his mind over and over again. Like a favorite TV show or movie. He never grew tired of it. Never grew tired of recalling when a pair of luscious full lips captured his own in a deep smoldering kiss. The emotions he felt were unreal. His heart had been beating fast, his pulse raced a mile a minute. His face became flush and sweaty and for a brief moment he actually felt a bit dizzy. When she had let go he could barely speak. He managed to spit out something really stupid that he wished he could take back. He did not mean to ask her how he was to get Erika to get him in that position. No he wanted to ask her if she would be so kind as to return to her lips to his. Maybe that was the reason behind his ridiculous statement. That perhaps she would show him how...Or maybe ask him to give it a try by kissing her.
Of course that was not the first time she had kissed him. No he recalled very clearly the first time he felt her sweet lips against his. In the jungle. That no good egomaniac surfer Duke had attempted to trifle with both women. Well they of course were appalled by this. The two had gone to Mrs. Howell who then consulted with Mr. Howell. A plan was formed. Off to the jungle the Professor went with the lovely movie star. Roy remembered every single detail. Especially the way he had rested his head inside her arm. Her fingers gently stroking his hair. Her breathless seductive voice. Then that wonderful moment when she leaned down and he felt those lips of wine pressed against his own. It was magic that was for sure. A feel of exhilaration went over him. So much that he could not resist placing his hand behind her head to ensure she would be closer to him. And then when she kissed him a second time! He thought he had died and gone to heaven!
The Professor withdrew yet another moment from his memory banks. The silent movie.
It started with Gilligan finding a sunken yacht while he was out on the raft. The Skipper went down to investigate and saw it was severely damaged so raising it was out of the question. However the sea captain did find some boxes he thought they could salvage. The next day Gilligan and Skipper went down into the water and the crates were then hauled to the surface. Everyone had gathered to open them and see what was inside.
The girls and Gilligan found costumes in one of them. In the other the Skipper and Professor found silent movie equipment. The sea captain then noticed a box with film marked South Sea Film Productions. According to Mrs. Howell the equipment belonged to rich couple who set out on their honeymoon to make a picture together.
This is when the academic came up with the idea of making one of their own to help get them rescued. He had thought they could just make a documentary type of film that showed how they got shipwrecked. But Mr. Howell got the movie director's bug and that all changed.
First and foremost Mr. Howell insisted upon being called Cecil B. Howell. Second he declared they needed a script! The movie needed a story! A plot! The millionaire set forth on creating such a script. The Professor thought it unnecessary but went along with it to placate the rich older man. Besides he was just going to be working the camera. He supposed it did not really matter until…until he found out that Mr. Howell had written a scene for him and that gorgeous redhead. When the new director of their little movie handed him the paper dictating his lines he was stunned. Stunned to see the other half of the dialogue was none other than Ginger's. For some reason or another, he no longer felt the movie a silly idea. When it came time of their scene however he was rather nervous. After all Ginger was a talent accomplished actress. He had zero acting ability. He didn't want to end up looking foolish next to her.
Unfortunately for him he did. The first take he was so jumpy that when he stood up he knocked the chair over. This did not sit well with Thurston Cecil B. Howell to say the least. He chided the academic saying he was so stupid, can't he stand up he does it every day of his life. The Professor tried to say something about the chair but Mr. Howell barked saying he wasn't doing a scene with the chair he was doing the scene with Ginger did he understand? Oh he understood all right why did he think the chair tipped over? They ran the scene again. This time the chair stayed put. Their lines went smoothly and everything was great until they got to the part where Ginger was to show gratitude. The scholar put his hand out for the starlet to shake. Mr. Howell yelled cut! He stormed over and explained you don't show gratitude on the silver screen you give a kiss! A real kiss! Roy just went "Oh." And they started again. Ginger expertly ran her line again and when she went to kiss him, he turned his head. This infuriated Mr. Howell who once again stomped over and chastised the science man. He informed him that he turned his stupid head. The Professor tried saying that kissing on the mouth is far from sanitary it can lead to all sorts of bacterial transfers. His redheaded co-star was none to pleased and snapped a "You certainly make a kiss sound romantic! Like germ warfare!" This is when Mr. Howell told the scholar to forget the science and give her a real kiss! The scene was ran through once more and that's when it happened. He let go and places his arms tightly around that beautiful woman and their lips were practically seared together. He recalled falling backwards onto the table with her lips still against his. Neither of them appeared to have any inclination of stopping the kiss. From when he understood, it went on and on for well over a minute. When he saw it on the screen for himself it was surreal. His eyes had briefly glanced over at Ginger who had a smile on her face as if she was recalling what it had been like to kiss him.
This all brought him to the present. Despite the times he was privileged enough to hold the sexy actress and kiss her sweet lips, he had yet to do one thing. Tell her that he loved her. Tell her that he was head over heels deeply madly crazy in love with her. Roy knew that he had to confess this to her and he had to do it now. However he did not feel as if he could just come right out and tell her about his undying love for her. If he did that, it was possible that perhaps she would be flattered but turn him down gently. That he could not bear to live through. No what he needed to do was get her to fall in love with him. Find a way to become irresistible to her and then when he was certain she felt the same way about him, then he would declare what was in his heart.
Just how though was he going to go about this. He knew Ginger liked Cary Grant type of men. Try as he might he could not be that. It was not him. The redhead tried to get him to be like Cary Grant once and it was a disaster or maybe not. Was there a reason she had to be the one to coach him to being like Mr. Grant? Was it perhaps her way of getting him to be the man she wanted? Sure she claimed she was doing all this for Mary Ann. The girl's supposed boyfriend (turned out to be a fake) eloped with another girl. The movie star felt the three single men of the island needed to pretend to show interest so that the farm girl would feel better. The Professor was not happy with this plan and protested having to pretend to feel something he did not. His words "Now just a moment, I have never shown the slightest romantic interest in Mary Ann." It was true. He hadn't and never planned on it. He did not have romantic interest in that brunette. Yes she was a very nice girl and great cook but that was about all he thought of her. Nothing more nothing less. If it had been different, if Ginger had been the one with the boyfriend who eloped with another girl, and Mary Ann suggested that the men try to boost her spirits, he would have jumped at the opportunity. No question about it. Roy Hinkley would have done anything to get her beautiful hypnotizing emerald eyes turned in his direction.
Of course he had such a chance and he blew it. Big time. He could kick himself for it. The beauty pageant. Why oh why did he have to act like a fool and say that Mary Ann should be considered for the title of most beautiful! What was wrong with him! Yes there was no question that Mary Ann was a pretty girl but she was certainly not the one he was remotely attracted to. If he had only been brave enough to step up and say Ginger is by far the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth! Surely the redhead would have been so happy she would have…if only. He hated with every fiber of his being that the Skipper took up for Ginger. He seethed inside. The Professor saw some of the looks the sea captain gave the movie star and it made his blood boil. He did not wish for any other man to get his hands on the stunning goddess! Ginger belonged to him! It was partially the reason he went along with Mr. Howell blowing darts at the poor woman. He was angry at her spending that time with the Skipper, angry at himself for not backing her and angry that she looked so damn beautiful that he longed to run up that stage and take her in his arms.
There was just too many times that he let the chance to tell Ginger what he was feeling slip through his fingers. He hated how they used her incredible beauty as a way to trick any male visitors of the island. In particular he despised using her for that awful Jonathan Kincaid. The very thought of that odious monster touching Ginger…it made his skin crawl. The movie star was a trooper though. He knew she didn't like the idea and would have rather died but Gilligan needed her help so she bit the bullet and put on the act. The Russian cosmonaut Igor. If the Professor could have worked his will, he would have had a head hunter take him away and shrink his head! He did not like the way Igor acted around Ginger. Again she was a team player and feigned interest so they could get to the radio. The silver lining of course was knowing the redhead was sickened by the cosmonaut and no matter what that Igor stood no chance in hell.
Well the time for sitting idly by and doing nothing about his feelings was over. He was going to take action. Take the bull by the horns and find a way to win the heart of Ginger Grant. One way or another he was going to do it. His mind thought of how to devise such a plan. How could he begin his quest for her hand? Then it occurred to him. He would send her a love letter. Disguise it enough so she wouldn't know who it was from. Study her reaction to this. Let her guess who could have been romantic enough to do this. Then wait and send her another. From there he would set out to woo her. That could prove to be a bit difficult though since he was hopeless when it came to romance. However he was sure he could find a way to do this. He had to.
The Professor walked over to his table and pulled out a piece of blue stationary. He found a pencil and looked down at the blank paper. What was he going to write? How should he begin this? After a minute or two, the words came to him and he began to write
Ginger My Love,
You are too beautiful for words to properly describe. Whenever my eyes come in contact with your exquisite features, my heart begins to beat quicker.
The very sight of your enchanting beauty is enough to leave me breathless. Your voice is like a sweet celestial sound of an angel. Every day I wish for the courage to express my true feelings but I falter each time but please do know my beautiful starlet that you are in my heart.
Roy Hinkley did not have much experience writing such letters but he looked over what he had written and though it not half bad. It was a good start. After everyone had gone to bed, he would slip out and leave the note for Ginger. He could hardly wait for her reaction! Surely she would brag about the letter to Mary Ann and Mrs. Howell!
They would all sit and wonder about just who the writer was. If his plan went accordingly, it would not belong before he was holding his true love in his arms. True love. That was something he never in a thousand lifetimes ever thought he would think. Love was not something he gave a whole lot of thought to. But one look at that vivacious, voluptuous, drop dead gorgeous woman with flaming red hair, changed it all.