"Now remember, Gilligan," the Skipper instructed his mate while walking back to the compound, "we need to act like pirates."

"Aye, aye Skipper," Gilligan replied, and after getting a glare from his superior, corrected, "I mean Captain Grumby."

The Skipper smiled and said, "Much better, Mr. Gilligan."

As soon as they got back to camp, Mary Ann ran up to Gilligan. The Kansas beauty purred, "Ooh, Mr. Gilligan, I'm so sorry about what happened yesterday. The Professor must have used some mind control drug on me. I didn't mean to dunk you. I will do anything to make it up to you."

"Anything?" Gilligan asked in a high-pitched voice.

Mary Ann rubbed her hand down Gilligan's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Absolutely anything you want, handsome."

Skipper was getting worried that he had already lost Gilligan. The Captain thought, Be a pirate, Gilligan.

Then Gilligan surprised both Mary Ann and the Skipper by saying, "Then I want a coconut cream pie."

"W-what?" asked Mary Ann.

The Skipper barked in his meanest voice, "You heard him, wench, the man likes his pie. I suggest you give it to him. As a matter of fact, I think I might start calling Mr. Gilligan 'Giggles' Gilligan, because he was snickering the entire time it took the Professor to fall to the bottom of the volcano."

Gilligan started giggling at the fib. The others, of course, thought he was laughing at the picture of throwing someone to their peril. It definitely sent a chill down the spines of the other castaways.

The Skipper said, "Now, Mr. Gilligan and I will be going to the crews hut to plan what we will do to you people. I suggest you have lunch ready by the time we come out."

Gilligan added, "And there better be pie."

After the Skipper and Gilligan went into the hut, the others started whispering.

Ginger said, "They're actually more fierce than before. The Professor was their friend."

Mary Ann agreed, "They didn't even think twice about bar-b-cueing Hinkley. Mr. Gilligan was actually amused about it."

Mrs. Howell whispered, "Imagine what they would do to somebody they don't like."

Erika whined, "I just want my darlingk Captain back."

Mr. Howell consoled Erika, "I wish you could have him back. For your sake as well as ours. At least when the Captain and Mr. Gilligan showed interest in you and Mary Ann, they could be controlled. Now they are capable of anything."

While the others speculated their fate, the Skipper went over the plan with Gilligan.

"Now Gilligan," the Skipper explained, "I'm going to take a nap after lunch. While I'm asleep, I need you to keep an eye on the others to make sure they're not up to something. After dinner you need to get some sleep. When everybody else is asleep, I'll wake you up. We'll load up the sub, and you will take it through the underwater lava tube into the chamber that we were at with the Professor earlier this morning. It will be a tight fit, but you should be able to make it. We'll unload the sub, leave it there, and walk back to camp. Hopefully we'll be back in bed before dawn. Any questions?"

Gilligan asked, "Do I have to go to bed so early?"

The Skipper answered, "That depends on whether or not you want the others to have Gilligan chops and Skipper sausage for breakfast."

Gilligan said, "Bedtime after dinner sounds perfect."

It was a very quiet lunch.

The others were relieved when the Skipper declared, "That was delicious." The Captain then asked Gilligan, "How is your pie Mr. Gilligan?"

Mrs. Howell held her breath until Gilligan said, "Very Good."

At that, every one sighed. The Skipper then said, "Such a good meal deserves a nap. Mr. Gilligan, finish up the log entries while I'm asleep."

Gilligan started to protest, but remembered the plan and said, "Aye, Captain."

Soon the Skipper was snoring away, and Gilligan was reading a comic book he found. It was most likely left there by his counterpart. The story was about super-villains and how they were almost always victorious over the law. It was more violent than amusing.

There was a knock on the door. Gilligan opened it. It was Ginger.

Ginger asked, "Can I come in?"

Gilligan replied, "No, you better not."

Then Ginger queried, "Then can you come out and play?"

Gilligan answered, "No, I have to stay here."

Ginger purred, "Listen, I can understand you getting tired of Miss Cornbread over there. It was her idea to dunk you anyway. But it would appear that I no longer have a man, and I was thinking you and I could do something a little more interesting to pass the time than listen to the Captain snore."

Gilligan said, "The Sk-Captain gave me strict orders. Do you want me to wake him and ask if its OK if I ignore them to play with you?"

Ginger's eyes got wide, "N-no, don't wake the Captain. S-sorry to disturb you, Mr. Gilligan."

Gilligan felt a little swell of confidence and ordered, "Tell the others we want dinner ready in an hour."

Ginger said, "Yes, sir."

When Ginger found the others she simply said, "Get the food ready. By the way, those boys aren't playing around."

Dinner was also delicious. To play it safe, Gilligan and the Skipper had different castaways taste their food, and none was doctored. They didn't think they would try it with the Professor gone but one couldn't be too careful.

Gilligan went to sleep right after dinner.

In the dream, Gilligan was on the HMS Bounty (he had read the Illustrated Classics version of the novel). The Skipper was Captain Bligh, while Gilligan, of course, was Fletcher Christian. Gilligan had set Mr. Howell, the Professor, and the Skipper adrift on a raft. He then took the Bounty to the island, where he was greeted by the native women (Ginger, Mary Ann, Erika, and even Mrs. Howell). But he could still hear the Skipper's voice shouting 'Mr. Gilligan,' 'Mr. Gilligaaan.'

"Gilligan, Little Buddy, wake up," The Skipper whispered while shaking his first mate.

The two made it to the supply shed, and quietly started loading the materials on the sub. If they woke the Howells, the former millionaires didn't dare let on. It took several trips, then came the last object, a large cylinder wrapped in a sheet.

"What is this? It weighs a ton!" Gilligan asked.

The Skipper replied, "Oh just something the Professor needs to get us home."

When they slid the object into the torpedo tube (it coincidentally fit perfectly), Gilligan said, "Well, I hope it works."

The Skipper agreed, "Me, too, Little Buddy." The Skipper added, "Oh, and Gilligan… take it easy going into the cave. And whatever you do, don't fire a torpedo."

Gilligan chuckled, "This sub doesn't have any torpedoes. Remember, our Professor took them out."

The Skipper mumbled, "Yeah, that's right."

The Skipper walked over to the cave. Since the sub had further to go, and it was going slow underwater, the Skipper waited with the Professor for Gilligan.

The Skipper said, "I hope my Little Buddy is OK."

The Professor replied, "For everybody's sake, I hope he is, too."

Just then the sub surfaced in the chamber. The three men unloaded the tiny boat. Without thinking of the effect it would have on Gilligan the Professor took the sheet off the torpedo. The radiation symbol on the tip of the weapon was very plain.

Gilligan turned white as a sheet and said, "Atomic torpedo."

The Professor said, "It will take a couple days for me to put this together. I'll put a white rock in front of the cave when its time. Again, come during that night, and we will start the countdown at 11:30, pushing the button exactly at midnight. You cannot be late, do you understand?"

The Skipper said, "We'll be on time."

Gilligan dreamily said, "Press button, BOOM!"

The Skipper had to help Gilligan back to the hut and into bed. The seafaring duo got a little more than an hour's sleep before the first light of dawn started creeping into the hut.