It had been a few months since they were shipwrecked.
Mary Ann was baking a coconut creme pie for dessert as she thought about her life here. She found she was getting used to life on the island. Of course, she missed home as much as anybody, but she was happy, and she found the work here was comfortingly similar to work on the farm, back in Kansas.
Her reverie was interrupted when Gilligan burst into camp, followed closely by a dripping Skipper, who was waving his sopping wet hat comically.
Mary Ann watched, trying not to laugh, as Gilligan was chased around and around, and finally straight off into the jungle.
Mary Ann suddenly thought it was kind of cute how Gilligan always held his hat on his head as he ran, and his boyishness only made it cuter.
The thought made her blush a little, and she quickly returned her thoughts to baking. However, her mind kept wandering back to Gilligan. She adored his perfect innocence, though it got annoying sometimes, and she loved how hard he always tried to make everyone else happy, and how no matter what, he was always so gentle and caring...
And though he did mess up a lot, he always meant well. Like the time he tripped while running into the Marubi cave and accidentally set off the vine trap the Professor had set up. Mary Ann smiled at the memory.
"Mary Ann, have you seen my mirror?" asked Ginger, coming out of their hut.
"You left it in the clearing, remember, Ginger?" reminded Mary Ann.
Ginger giggled. "Oh yeah, I'll go get it!" She sauntered off in search of her mirror.
The Professor was leaning against a rock in the clearing, reading.
He looked up as Ginger approached. "Professor, have you seen my mirror? I think it's around here somewhere..." She reasoned.
He looked around. "It's right over there, Ginger," he told her, pointing.
She smiled, spotting the mirror. "Oh, thank you, Professor!" She picked it up and sashayed back to the huts.
The Professor couldn't help but watch her pretty form recede, and he thought about how beautifully talented she was, yet often wished she was a nurse instead of a movie star, due to her desire to help others.
He knew she didn't know of his feelings for her, and he was far too shy to tell her.
He remembered when he'd attempted to make nails for the Minnow, and she came over and told him in her silky seductive way how wonderful it was that he could do experiments with such shaky hands, and he'd replied honestly that they hadn't been shaking until a minute ago. That was the closest he'd ever come to telling her.
Just then, Gilligan came tearing through the clearing, hand to his hat, giggling uncontrollably. He was gone before the Professor could ask what was going on. However, he got his answer when he saw Skipper come lumbering after Gilligan. He was soaked and bits of leaves were stuck all over, making him look rather hilarious.
The Professor had to hide a laugh behind his book.
"Ooh, when I get my hands on him.." Skipper muttered angrily as he trudged past.
