Ginger was applying her make-up to get ready for her so-called dinner with Mr. Howell.
It wasn't a real dinner. It was just to make Mrs. Howell jealous. The two have been fighting and this was the only way to try to get them back together.
Mrs. Howell was staying in the girls' hut and Mr. Howell with the Skipper and Gilligan.
She now was putting the finishing touches on her blue dress. "I hope Thurston is mad with jealously." She said fixing her hair. "Would serve him right. I hope the Professor is convincing enough."
Ginger dropped her compact on the floor. "Pro..Professor?" She said stunned. My Professsor? She thought to herself.
"Yes that's right. The Professor. I didn't think that Thurston would get too jealous over Gilligan or the Skipper." explained Mrs. Howell. "Well I better run along."
Ginger stood there watching as Mrs. Howell left the hut. She slowly picked up her compact from the floor. The Professor was Mrs. Howell's date. Fuming she furiously touched up her make-up and slammed it down on the table.
Mary Ann looked at her. "You okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine." replied Ginger. "I..I don't know...do you think this whole thing is silly?"
Mary Ann thought a minute. "I suppose so but it's the only way." She answered. "Those two can be really petty you know."
"I guess so." said Ginger with sigh. She stood up from her chair. "Well here...I go." She said putting on a brave face.
Ginger walked out to the dining area that was set up and sat down at the table with Mr. Howell. She turned her head and saw the Professor sitting at the other table along with Mrs. Howell. She seethed watching the older woman pretending to fawn over him. It was a little too real in Ginger's eyes.
She turned her attention back to Mr. Howell and plastered a smile on her face. Inside she was still steamed. How dare that woman use her Professor to make her husband jealous!
The Professor was hers. She had no right...Wait what was she saying? The Professor wasn't really hers...but he felt like he was hers. Ginger turned her head back towards the Professor and Mrs. Howell trying to fight back her tears.
The Professor sat at his table trying to keep his anger in check. If that damn Mr. Howell laid a hand on his Ginger. He shifted his eyes over and saw the older man paying Ginger some ridiculous compliment. Ginger smiled at him in return in her usual flirtatious way. He tried to focus on Mrs. Howell but his attenion kept being diverted back to Ginger.
Inside the girls' hut
"Well is it working?" asked the Skipper of Gilligan as he came in.
"It seems to be." replied Gilligan.
"Oh that's wonderful." exclaimed Mary Ann clasping her hands.
"But not the way we want." Gilligan added.
"What do you mean?" asked the Skipper.
"Well...Mr. and Mrs. Howell aren't the ones who are getting jealous."
Mary Ann looked puzzled. "What do you mean? Who is getting jealous?"
"I think Ginger and the Professsor are jealous." replied Gilligan.
"What?" said the Skipper. "What do you mean?"
"Ginger looks like she wants to cry and the Professor keeps shooting looks at Mr. Howell like he wants to hit him or something."
The Skipper shook his head. "Gilligan I think you are imagining things."
"No I'm not Skipper. Go see for yourself."
The Skipper went out and saw that Ginger was now dancing with Mr. Howell and the Professor was dancing with Mrs. Howell. Mary Ann and Gilligan came out to join the Skipper.
"I don't see anything but people dancing Gilligan." said the Skipper.
"I'm telling you..they looked jealous." insisted Gilligan.
The Skipper looked skeptical. "Well this does not appear to be working. Neither Mr. or Mrs. Howell are doing anything...Time for plan B." He then took off.
Mary Ann looked at Gilligan. "What's plan b?" She asked.
Ginger held her smile in place as she listened to Mr. Howell going on about something. She was barely paying attention. Her eyes would glance over to the other dancing couple. She had to fight the urge to scratch out the older woman's eyes.
The Professor spoke politely to Mrs. Howell but he inside he was raging. He didn't like the way Mr. Howell was holding Ginger one bit.
The Skipper watched in the scene in the jungle. He decided to put his plan into action.
Dressed as a head hunter...he came running out of the trees and began shouting.
Ginger turned her head to see what was going on and almost screamed. All of a sudden, she felt herself leap into someone's arms. She looked and saw it was the Professor. He held her close to him as to protect her.
Mr. Howell picked up a coconut and flung it at the "head hunter" hitting him in the head.
The "head hunter" got woozy and took off.
"Oh Thurston!" exclaimed Mrs. Howell. "You were so brave."
"Of course my dear." He said proudly. "A Howell never runs from danger!"
She kissed him on the cheek. "Oh how I love you so!" She said. "Let's never fight again!"
"Never my dear!" He exclaimed.
The two hugged each other tightly.
Ginger realized she was still in the Professor's arms. "I um...I guess I should.." She said moving away.
The Professor nodded. "Yeah..uh...seems the danger is...averted." He said.
The Howells retired to their hut and everyone else was left out by the dining area.
"What a relief!" said Gilligan as the Skipper came back. "Good work Skipper!"
"Thank you Gilligan." He said. "Now we have our hut back!" He said happily.
"I guess we should turn in then. Night everyone." said Gilligan. He and the Skipper headed to their hut.
Mary Ann turned to Ginger. "You want to turn in too?" She asked.
Ginger was still fixated on the Professor and then she slowly nodded her head. "Yeah..I guess we should. Um...Good night Professor."
"Good night Ginger... Mary Ann." He replied.
The girls headed back inside their hut.
Ginger was silent as she thought about the night. Why was she so jealous? And how did she end up in the Professor's arms like that? She just went on instict...it just happened. She quitely changed out of her gown and into her sleep atire.
Mary Ann noticed her roomate's silent. "You alright?" She asked.
"I'm fine." was Ginger's answer. "I'm just..tired...I'm going to sleep now." She climbed into her bed still thinking about what had transpired. Her mind could not forget how wonderful it was to have his strong arms around her. How good it felt to be held by him. How right...What was wrong with her? He was the Professor. Just...just a wonderful man who she had a feeling she was falling in love with.
The Professor changed out of his clothes and into his pajamas. His mind was also on the events of the evening. In particular, Ginger jumping into his arms after her fright from the Skipper. He couldn't take his mind off how good her body felt close to his. The scent of her perfume. It drove him out of his mind. He had no idea how she just ended up in his arms but she did. And he had no idea why he was so upset about seeing her with Mr. Howell. He knew it wasn't real but it still hurt. It felt like a knife in his heart. His beautiful Ginger...His beautiful Ginger? What was he saying? She wasn't his...Did he want her to be? No this was crazy. It was just...just...He had no explanation. Nothing came to mind. No scienific reason. It could only be one thing. Love. He was in love with Ginger.