The castaways were sitting down to dinner. The catch was good that day, so they were chowing down on sea bass and vegetables grown in the garden.

"It smells great Mary Anne," said Gilligan.

"Just like Alan Hale's Seafood Grotto," echoed the Skipper.

"Thank you," Mary Ann responded humbly.

"They couldn't have done better at the Four Seasons," complimented Mr. Howell.

"It is very good," said Ginger, "but I would die for an In-N-Out burger."

The Professor laughed, "I figured you more for the Brown Derby type. I used to live on In-N-Out when I was an undergrad."

Ginger replied, "It's a guilty pleasure. I had forgotten you went to school in California."

The Professor explained, "Yeah, I got my BA at UCLA and BS at USC."

Mr. Howell added, "Well I went to Harvard, and Lovey went to Radcliffe."

The Professor laughed. Having gone to school in California and Texas, he was used to Ivy League types looking down at west coast education. Mr. Howell will always view his AB from Harvard superior to a Ph.D. from Texas Christian, just as the Skipper views his BS from the Naval Academy superior to any civilian college degree.

Thankfully before they started an east vs. west, academy vs. university debate, the nightly business report came on the radio.

"Quiet," barked Mr. Howell, "time to hear how rich I am."

Mr. Howell turned up the radio so all could hear the announcer:

Good Evening Ladies and Gentleman. This is the Nightly Business Report. With me tonight is druggist turned entrepreneur Rebecca Hinkley, Chairman of the Board of the Roy Hinkley Corporation.

Mrs. Howell said, "Professor, what a coincidence, that's your name."

Mr. Howell whispered, "Hush Lovie, there must be hundreds of Roy Hinkleys"

The Professor looked a little uncomfortable. The castaways listened with more attention than usual:

Ms. Hinkley, your story is quite remarkable. Your product RHC1 is the top rust eradicator on the market today. You've just signed a rather large contract with the US Navy, sending your stock through the roof and making you a millionaire. Not bad for somebody who was working a pharmacy at Woolworth's less than three years ago.

A female voice came on the radio.

Actually I owe it all to my cousin, Professor Roy Hinkley. He was lost at sea on the SS Minnow a little over three years ago. I was looking through his papers and notes for his book Rust: The Real Red Menace and that's where I got the formula for RHC1. My chemistry training as a pharmacist coupled with my ability to read Roy's notes made it possible for me to produce his theoretical rust eradicator. At a function in honor of the Minnow's crew and passengers, I met Jonas Grumby's old Annapolis roommate, Admiral Birmingham. That was how I sold RHC1 to the Navy. We manufacture the product ourselves, in an old Long Beach chemical plant. Howell Industries approached me, as Thurston Howell IV and I met at a Minnow family members' event, but he wanted the rights to the patent. I wasn't willing to give that up. So, we are still a family held corporation. I believe Roy is out there somewhere, and he and I are the majority shareholders.

The announcer's voice returned:

Well, there is always hope. I remember the reports from Wrong Way Feldman and others that the Minnow's passengers and crew are on some deserted island. If you're out there listening Professor Hinkley, tell Thurston Howell to move over—there's another millionaire in town.

The castaways looked at the Professor, stunned.

All the Professor had to say was, "I always knew Rebecca was bright."

Mr. Howell said indignantly, "We made our money the old fashioned way… we inherited it."