The Mirror

"But why don't you believe me?!" Gilligan asked, panic stricken, his baby blue eyes wet with tears that would not fall. "I know I saw him! I wasn't imagining things! I even tripped over his fork-thingy!"

"Gilligan," the Professor began, holding his hands up as if to calm the first mate, "what the Skipper means is that you tend to conjure up many different images and think you saw them, when they really have no substance."

"I don't know what you said, but I saw what I saw!"

By this time the Skipper had begun to get really annoyed, but he was still worried about his little buddy, and he had a hard time containing himself.

Gilligan noticed the Skipper's face turn pink with the effort not to yell, and asked, "What's wrong, Skipper? You're all pink, like a big, fa..." His voice trailed off as something red caught his eyes. "It's him!" he cried and took a flying leap, landing in Skipper's arms, just as Mary Ann walked into the clearing wearing a red short sleeved T-shirt and navy blue capris.

Sarcastically, Skipper said to Gilligan, "Yes, you look exactly the same," before dropping him onto the sand.

"What's going on, here?" asked Mary Ann as Gilligan let out a groan and picked himself up.

"Gilligan thinks he saw someone who looked like him again," the Professor told her unenthusiastically.

"I didn't think," Gilligan protested once more. "I saw."

"That's right, Gilligan," the Skipper started softly, then bellowed, "You saw the opportunity to stop collecting coconuts, and didn't think twice before taking it! Now go out there and get those coconuts- and that's an order!"

Afraid of being hit on the head with the Skipper's hat, Gilligan shot out into the jungle like a bullet, his arms covering his head.

"Skipper, I don't think you should be so hard on him!" Mary Ann objected after Gilligan had left. "But Mary Ann, he didn't do a job I gave him before!" the Skipper protested as though the girl with dark pigtails standing before him were a little child.

"Yes, but he saw something that scared him to death and you're just sending him back to meet it again!"

The Professor remained silent, lost in thought.

"Mary Ann, don't you want coconuts for tonight's dinner?" the Skipper asked.

"Well, yes, I do but-"

"I know this has happened before," the Professor interrupted, finally putting voice to his thoughts, "and we didn't believe Gilligan then. It turned out he was right, did it not?"

The Skipper thought for a moment."Well, I guess so Professor, but what are you getting at?" he asked, confused.

"I am getting at the fact that Gilligan may be telling the truth."

"Oh, Professor!" Mary Ann exclaimed. "You really think he may have seen his double?"

"I am just thinking of the possibility that someone else may be on the island," the Professor explained, putting his hand on his chin thoughtfully.

The Skipper frowned. "But why would Gilligan see his double twice within a year? Is that even possible?"

"I don't know..." The Professor's voice trailed off as his thoughts once again consumed him. He began walking slowly out of the clearing muttering things to himself, which the Skipper and Mary Ann couldn't understand.

"Well," Mary Ann started, smiling, "I should go find Ginger! I need her to help me find more fruit for tonight!" And with that, she marched off into the foliage to search for the red-headed movie star.


Agent 222 stood at the lagoon, watching as the submarine sunk back into the majestic sea. A high pitched whining came from the pocket knife in his hand.

"Da, Commandant?" he asked as he opened it up.

"Did you get de item?" the Commandant asked him with his deep, gravelly voice.

"Da, Commandant! I have the new Laser Mirror! Not only can it stun, kill, and vaporize anything, I can also style my hair with it!" 222 joked.

There was a long pause.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Commandant finally spoke. "No joking! And no speaking about de item out loud! Vhat if someone is listening?"

"Do not vorry, Commandant," 222 assured, feeling on top of his game. "No vun can listen because no vun is at the lagoon! They are all far away."

"How can you be sure?" the Commandant said, as if he knew something Agent 222 didn't. "Vhat do you mean?" 222 asked nervously.

"Dese are Americans!" the Commandant shouted angrily. "Dey are unpredictable! You never can tell vhen vun vill sneak up on you! You have to be alert! Did you forget dat dis is your last chance at vorking for de government? Or are you to busy vondering how cold it is in Siberia?"

"I know, I know!" 222 cried, "But, now I have the Laser Mirror! No vun can take it from me, or know how to use it!"

Agent 222 pulled out a shiny object from his pocket. It was a round, gold mirror, with red gems edging the frame. Its handle had several buttons, each a different color; they were in a line of red, blue, and purple.

"I am the only vun who knows how to use it on this island."

"Good! Keep it dat vay, or you vill learn about Siberia de hard vay!" the Commandant threatened before signing off.

"I should have listened to Mother!" 222 cried before he ran through the jungle to his little hide out.

When he got there, he checked his pocket for the mirror. 222 eyes widened in horror as he realized it wasn't there. He had dropped it somewhere on the island.


Ginger walked gracefully through the jungle, swinging her hips as though she were a model on a runway. There was a flash of red in front of her as Gilligan shot past, not even stopping to glance at her elegant form. To her, this was strange, for most men always stopped to admire and comment on her glamorous hour-glass form, but then again, Gilligan wasn't a normal man. She continued to walk, forgetting about the boy, and just marvelled at the beauty of the island. That was when she saw something out of the corner of her eye.

It was a shiny, golden mirror with red jewels around the edges. The handle had red, blue, and purple buttons. When she bent down to pick it up, she could see her own gorgeous face in the mirror. She patted her fiery red hair and began fixing the straps of her white bikini. Ginger smiled her picture-perfect smile at her reflection, before continuing to the lagoon. After just a few more steps, though, she stopped in her tracks.

"I don't want to break the mirror before I get a chance to use it," she said to herself before turning around and heading back to camp.

Just as she reached the door to the hut she and Mary Ann shared, Ginger was stopped by the sound of her room-mate's voice.

"Ginger!" Mary Ann called to the movie star just as she opened the wooden door- Ginger quickly hid the mirror behind her back. "There you are, Ginger! I was wondering if you could come with me to collect fruit for tonight's dinner."

Ginger smiled. "Of course, Mary Ann. Let me change first and I'll be right out."

Mary Ann nodded and went to wait by the communal table.

Inside the palm frond hut, two bamboo cots positioned on either side of the room served as beds. One half was perfectly made up and immediately said 'farm girl', while the other showed someone who wasn't that used to cleaning things herself. The table that lay in the center was covered in objects like perfume bottles, combs, scarves, and mirrors. None of those were as beautiful as the mirror that Ginger held in her hand, though. She ran over to the table and picked up her scarf, wrapping it around the mirror and pushing it underneath her other scarves. Once she was satisfied that the precious object was hidden, she quickly changed from her bikini into a two piece dress.

Oblivious to the amount of time she had taken to do all this, she heard Mary Ann's annoyed voice saying, "Ginger, no one is going to see how we look if we're miles away from civilization!"

"Speak for yourself!" Ginger called back, offended. She checked the mirror once more to make sure it was concealed, then raced out the door in a pair of white high heels.

Mary Ann rolled her eyes halfway, as if her kind face wouldn't let her look annoyed, and handed Ginger one of the bamboo baskets in her hand.

"I got these from the supply hut while you were getting ready." She turned and began to move towards the jungle, her pigtails bouncing as she stepped, with Ginger quick to follow. "By the way, why did you wear heels?" Mary Ann asked as they trekked through the lush tropical forest.

Ginger just smiled and said, "A girl's got to look her best! You never know when Rock Hudson may get shipwrecked with us!"


Agent 222 paced back and forth in front of the small cave. "Vhat vill I tell Commandant?" he asked himself. He wrung his hands nervously. How could I let a very important piece of equipment slip out of my hands? Or... pocket. As he pondered more and more, his thoughts turned to what would happen if he failed and lost valuable gear to the Americans. "How cold is Siberia?" he wondered out loud.

222 looked out through the foliage. His eyes lit up as he saw a familiar white cap and red shirt. The one who he was to be imitating was bent over, picking up coconuts from beneath a palm tree. Maybe this is my chance! he thought, his sky blue eyes full of new hope. Maybe I vill complete my mission vithout the laser mirror! 222 glanced around and saw a coconut at his feet. He slowly bent down to pick it up, thankful that Gilligan had not spotted him yet. He is terrible spy!

222 got on his knees and slowly crawled toward Gilligan, whose back was still turned as he continued picking up the numerous coconuts around him.

The first mate angrily picked up the coconuts at his feet. He already had about five in his arms, but he didn't want to face Skipper Jonas Grumby's rage if he collected a meagre supply. Gilligan didn't hear 222 as he crept up behind him. The next thing he knew, there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and the sandy forest floor came rushing up to meet his face.