And now, the continuation. Now we introduce the Professor as his character. X3 And briefly Mr. Howell.

Mary Ann and the Wolf- Part 2

MEANWHILE...

"Now, see here, Hinkley. I ordered you to cut down that tree, not this tree!"

The Axeman folded his arms, patiently taking his boss's scolding. "Mr. Howell, I don't see what difference cutting down a different tree is going to make in where you build your club."

Mr. Howell waved his hand. "It makes all the difference! The tree you didn't cut down will obstruct the view of the forest."

The Axeman sighed hopelessly, turning his eyes to the sky. There was no point in trying to argue with Mr. Howell. He did, after all, own the forest. Without a word, he walked off to go cut down the proper tree.

And then he saw it. A skinny wolf in a fedora, a vest, and a tie (who looked just like Gilligan) was running along a path with a wolfish smile on his face. The Axeman's eyebrows jumped up. That was the friendly yet desperate Wolfigan. Wolfigan was ordinarily a nice wolf, but when he was hungry he tended to go to extremes to get food. And that was usually the expression he had when he was up to no good.

"I wonder what it is this time?" the Axeman wondered, walking off in the general direction of where he'd seen Wolfigan run.

.~GI~.

Mary Ann skipped on through the forest, basket in hand. She hadn't encountered another wolf, and she had gained quite a bit of confidence. She wasn't far from her Grandmother's house now! What could possibly go wrong?

Suddenly, she heard someone dashing through the bushes. She turned, expecting to see a wolf, but instead she saw a man. He had light brown hair and he was carrying an axe. "Don't be scared," he said, holding up his hands. "Did you happen to see a wolf come this way?"

"No, I don't think so," said Mary Ann, shrugging. "I saw one a while back, but I haven't seen him down here."

"What did he look like?"

"Well, he was wearing a nice little vest and a tie. And a fedora. He kept asking for some of my pie," said Mary Ann.

"Sounds like Wolfigan," the man muttered to himself.

"What, is he giving you trouble?" asked Mary Ann.

"I'm more worried about what troublesome things he might do," said the Axeman. "Keep an eye out for him, OK?"

"All right," said Mary Ann with a polite nod. With that, the Axeman went on his way. Mary Ann shrugged and started back towards her grandmother's cabin, humming.

.~GI~.

Wolfigan had burrowed himself deep into the covers, a pleasant yet smug smile on his face. He had tried to doze a little bit, but he couldn't get his mind off of the pies. Every time he shut his eyes, he'd see a pie. That would make his stomach growl, so he had to open his eyes again and wait.

"Grandmother!" Wolfigan's ears pricked up underneath the wig at the sound of Mary Ann's voice. His smile grew.

Oh boy, now I can have some pie! But can I really fool her? She seemed really smart.

Mary Ann entered the cabin. "Grandmother, where are you?" she asked.

"I'm in here, sweetie," said Wolfigan in his best immitation of Grandmother's voice. In fact, his own voice rather scared him.

Mary Ann entered the room in which Wolfigan was. "Hello, Grandmother," she said, smiling. "How are you feeling?"

"Not much better," said Wolfigan. He coughed for emphasis.

"Well, I brought you something, if that would help you feel any better," said Mary Ann.

Wolfigan nodded vigorously, but then slowed down to keep himself from bursting from excitement. "Oh, yes! Yes, sweetie, I'd love some... whatever you brought." His voice cracked, and he coughed again.

Mary Ann squinted at Wolfigan, her smile losing some of its brightness. "Grandmother, what's happened to your voice?" she asked.

"Ummm..." Wolfigan thought of a good excuse. "Well, sweetie, you know I'm sick. I have a uh, frog in my throat." He coughed again.

"Oh. Well, OK," said Mary Ann. She sounded somewhat unconvinced. Wolfigan swallowed, eying the pies.

Mary Ann was a bit suspicious. Sure, her grandmother sounded like her grandmother enough, but something seemed off about her face. She was sort of hiding it. Then she noticed...

"Oh, Grandmother, what a big nose you have!" she declared.

Wolfigan coughed. "Well, it comes with this cold thing," he said. "My nose is all swollen and dark!"

Mary Ann scrutinized her grandmother closer. "What big eyes you have!" she declared.

Wolfigan had gone crosseyed looking down at his nose, but at Mary Ann's comment he looked right back up at her. "They're not that big, are they?" he asked.

Mary Ann was keeping an eye out, just like the Axeman had told her to do. And she noticed that her grandmother wasn't behaving quite right. She cautiously reached over and ripped the wig off of Grandmother's head to see two furry brown ears poke up. Wolfigan looked up, realizing his cover was blown. "Woops," he said, using his normal voice.

Mary Ann frowned and set her hands on her hips. "You again!" she huffed. "Where's my grandmother?"

"Oh, she's in the closet. She's asleep in there. Don't worry, I didn't lock the door."

Mary Ann hurried over to the closet and opened the door, in which time Wolfigan squeezed out of the dress(es) and dug into the basket excitedly. Mary Ann turned around after seeing her grandmother was fast asleep (and snoring) to see the wolf repeatedly dipping his finger into the pie and sucking the cream off of it. "Oh no you don't," she said, approaching him and taking the basket away from him.

"I'm hungry," Wolfigan argued, his bluish-green eyes wide and innocent-looking. "I only wanted some pie, but you wouldn't let me have any."

"So that gives you the right to lock an old lady in a closet?" asked Mary Ann.

"I said I didn't lock her in there, and... are you sure she's an old lady?"

"Of course she's an old lady. What else could a grandmother be, an old man?"

Wolfigan nodded curtly. "This one could be."

"Don't be silly," said Mary Ann. "If she were an old man she'd be my grandfather."

Wolfigan smiled shyly. "I didn't hurt her," he said. "Can I have some pie now?"

Mary Ann opened her mouth, but then Grandmother spoke. "Did somebody say pie?" she asked, emerging from the closet.

"Yeah, that was me," said Wolfigan, grinning.

"I could go for some pie, Mary Ann," said Grandmother, smiling and coming towards the girl and the wolf.

"Me too, Mary Ann," said Wolfigan.

Mary Ann looked at her grandmother and back at Wolfigan, and decided there was no point in shooing away the wolf. After all, he was hungry and her grandmother seemed to be all right. "Well, then, I guess we can all share the pies," she suggested.

Wolfigan began to bounce on his heels. "Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Pie!" he exclaimed, clasping his paws together.

Mary Ann took the pies into the kitchen and cut up one for herself and Grandmother, letting Wolfigan have the entire pie which he had sampled from earlier. They ate and talked and had a good time, until the front door to the cabin was suddenly cut through with an axe.

The door fell down and the Axeman ran inside, expecting the worst. Instead, he found the girl, the grandmother, and the wolf all gathered around a table.

Wolfigan waved and smiled. "Hi, Axeman Hinkley," he said. Sticky cream covered his paws and mouth.

Grandmother held out the pie tin. "Care to join us?" she asked.

The Axeman blinked, stunned. "Actually, no, I was just... seeing if you needed any help."

"We might need help finishing off this pie," said Mary Ann.

"Oh, I'm a great help in that," said Wolfigan, scarfing down some more pie.

The Axeman smiled politely. "What I meant was, Wolfigan is here and I was worried he may have been causing you trouble."

"Oh, he's being no trouble at all, sir," said Mary Ann. "He's just making a bit of a mess." She watched the wolf lick off his paws.

"All right then." The Axeman glanced back at the broken door. "Sorry about the door. I hope there's something I can do to help you fix it."

Grandmother nodded. "You can start by picking it up and sticking it back in the doorframe," she said. "It comes off all the time anyway!"

"And then you can have some pie," said Mary Ann, smiling.

The Axeman smiled. "I'll fix the door, but I have to be getting back to work. My boss is very particular," he said. He picked up the door and shoved it back into the doorframe, then opened it to leave. "Goodbye," he said with a wave. Then, he shut the door.

"What a nice young man," said Grandmother, smiling.

"What a nice two pies," said Wolfigan. Grandmother and Mary Ann turned to find that Wolfigan had finished off both the pies and was now cleaning off his face. He grinned innocently. "We should do this more often!"

THE END (for lack of a better one)

.~GI~.

Thus ends my Gilligan's Island fairy tale dream sequence. XD Again, I wasn't aiming too high with this one, I just wanted to do something kind of fun.

Hope you enjoted, please review! :D