As often as the Skipper had worked with Gilligan, he was starting to get used to the way he worked. He stooped and bent over in sync to the way the young first mate swung long bamboo poles in order to keep from getting knocked over or struck in the head. Rebuilding the stage after the last storm probably would have taken a just as long with Gilligan as it would be without him. Even if it wasn't for the predicament concerning Mary Ann's star worship, they needed this stage. Ginger needed the outlet to perform until they could be rescued and being her audience was an outlet against the exasperation they felt at times against the seeming unending hopelessness of not being rescued.
"How you going, Skipper?" The Professor walked into the clearing.
"Just fine, duck!" They both lowered their heads as Gilligan blindly swung another bamboo pole to support the curtains. The stooped over before each other as Gilligan swung the pole through the area their heads would have been.
"You've got him down to a science." The Professor noticed standing up once more.
"No," The Skipper remarked. "I just know Gilligan."
"Professor," Gilligan was tying off the ropes for the curtain. "Why do we have to go through this? Mary Ann's doing just fine pretending to be Mary Ann pretending to be Ginger pretending to be Mary Ann as... wait a second, I got lost."
"Gilligan," The Skipper looked at him. "You've been lost ever since I've known you."
"Mary Ann deserves to get her identity back, Gilligan." The Professor looked up at him. "You wouldn't want to go through life thinking you were someone else, would you?"
"I could get a lot of rest if I was someone not named Gilligan." The First Mate grinned as the Skipper just watched him. Behind them, the proverbial sisters were coming closer to the stage as Mary Ann tried to get Ginger to admit to be Mary Ann.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Mary Ann spoke like Ginger.
"I'm sure I'm okay." Ginger asked. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Mary Ann answered. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm sure I'm okay..." Ginger groaned disgustedly and turned to the Professor. "Forget the stage, let me hit her over the head with another coconut!!!"
"It doesn't work like that." The Professor told her as Mary Ann looked up to Gilligan.
"Yeah, you could ruin a good coconut." Gilligan soon realized he had said a dumb thing as the back of his head met the Skipper's cap.
"Mary Ann looks and acts so much like me, it scares me." She told him.
"Scares me, too." Gilligan grinned as he finished tying off another bamboo post to the stage. "A perfect knot!" He started climbing down the ladder as his perfect knot defied him by unraveling. He watched in surprise and winced as his pole swung out and about before knocked over the Skipper into the two girls and the girls into the Professor. He gritted his teeth and looked away as the four of them became victims to his clumsy carnage.
"He broke his rhythm!" The former Naval commander picked himself up wondering how he met the bamboo pole. "Gilligan!!!"
"I did it again!!!"
"Ginger, Mary Ann... I am so sorry!" The Professor helped the girls up. Ginger began rubbing her head as Mary Ann looked dazed and confused and looked around.
"What's going on?" Her voice was back to sweet and innocent. "I thought I was collecting coconuts with Gilligan."
"Mary Ann?" The Skipper hugged and kissed her as if she were his daughter. "You're alright!! Ginger did you hear that! Mary Ann's back to normal!"
"Ginger?" The stunning statuesque redhead looked over. "Skipper, can't you tell I'm Mary Ann?"
"Oh no..." The Professor helped her to her feet.
"Just kidding," Ginger grinned at them.