Author's Note: Sorry it has been so long since I updated. School just started so I'm pretty busy- anyways, I hope you enjoy! Also, I am still learning, so feel free to make suggestions to help improve my writing skills.
"Skipper! Skipper, hold on," the Professor yelled to the big man. "We need to talk."
The Professor motioned for the Skipper to follow him into his hut.
"Look, Skipper, we can't tell the others yet. We can't risk frightening them, but this morning when I was taking inventory of the supply hut, I noticed the gun and some food was missing."
The Skipper's eyes grew wide with fear. "What? Professor, that means we could all be in danger!"
The Professor nodded solemnly, "Yes, I know."
The Professor and Skipper had decided that during lunch that day, they were going to tell their fellow castaways the news.
The Skipper stood up from his spot at the table. Immediately, the attention was all on him. "Okay, everyone, I have an announcement to make." His eyes wandered to look at everyone's faces, stopping on his Little Buddy's. Anyone could see it; Gilligan was afraid of what he would hear next.
"The Professor told me that a gun was missing from the supply hut, along with some food."
Before the Skipper could say anything else, the group had burst into conversation. You could hear the questions emerging: Who took the gun? Were they in danger?
The Professor eventually spoke up, quieting everyone. "People, look. We don't know the situation we're in yet. Let's not make any assumptions. However, we should at least form search parties to see if we can locate where the supplies went. The Howells will go together, Gilligan will go with the girls, and I will go with the Skipper."
"Thurston, I don't like this," Mrs. Howell complained.
"I know, Lovey, but we need to figure out what's going on here! And if anyone can do it, it's a Howell!"
Truthfully, Mr. Howell was furious. When he heard that he and his wife would have to help search the jungle, he was disgusted by the idea of having to work. But the Professor had insisted that everyone had to pitch in if they had wanted to figure this out. Reluctantly, Mr. Howell agreed to the idea.
"Thurston!" Mrs. Howell shrieked, jumping back.
"Lovey, what is it?" Mr. Howell rushed back to his wife, concerned.
Mrs. Howell shakily pointed to a tree. Sitting there, with Mrs. Howell's hat in it's hand, was a monkey.
Backing away, Mr. Howell said, "Lovey, I'll ask Gilligan to get your hat back later. Let's get out of here before that thief steals anything else!"
As quickly as they could, the Howells headed back to their hut.
"Professor, what do you think we're going to find?" the Skipper asked. The Professor had noticed that the Skipper was growing more and more impatient, presumably because they hadn't had any luck finding anything so far.
"Obviously, Skipper, the gun and some food. Maybe a camp. But you need to calm down. We're not going to find anything if you are all worked up."
"I guess, Professor," the Skipper said with a sigh.
The two walked for what seemed like forever. Finally, the Skipper asked a question.
"Professor, do you think we could be in danger?"
"Honestly, Skipper, I don't know. I hope not. Anyway, it's getting late. I think we should go back to our huts."
"You're right, Professor. Let's go."
"Come on, girls, let's head back."
Only minutes into searching, Gilligan was already aching to stop looking. He was terrified of what would happen if they found the person with the gun.
"Gilligan," Ginger cooed, "You're so brave. I know you can search with us just a little while longer."
"Guys!" Mary Ann called to them. She had been walking ahead of the other two.
Gilligan and Ginger rushed to join her. "Mary Ann, what is it?" Gilligan asked. "Look," she pointed.
In front of them lay exactly what everyone had been anxious to find. There was a sleeping bag, the gun that had gone missing, some hygiene products, and a drawstring bag filled with some food. The person that had been recently there was nowhere in sight.
Surprised, Gilligan yelled, "You found it! You found it! I'll go tell the Skipper and the Professor, you girls stay here!"
Before the girls could say anything in return, Gilligan was already off looking for his friends.
Crack!
"Ginger, what was that?" Mary Ann asked nervously.
"I don't know, Mary Ann."
The two girls didn't even have time to scream before the person sneaking up behind them hit them on the back of their heads with a coconut.
To Mary Ann and Ginger, the world went black.
