I know I've had them on the island for a while now, so I'm trying to shorten their days here because I still want to write out more Gilligan parodies. But I'm trying to aim for the end of their summer, or around that time that they get rescued.
The Kidnapper: the women on the island are each taken and hidden for ransom.
– Taken: Same thing, only with a twist.
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this shady pier
(Fat Tony's watching two of his men carry a body-sized Hefty bag into the sea)
Aboard that crappy ship
The mate wasn't really a man, so
(Pan to Stephanie crossing her arms)
The skipper strange and unsure
(Pan to Marge vacuuming at home)
Two passengers cut the rope
(Pan to that scene)
Planning to kill four
Planning to kill four
(Thunder and lightning)
The weather started acting up
That crummy ship was tossed
If not for the defenseless crew
They would have been lost
They would have been lost.
Well, the ship ending up crashing
Onto the shore of a deserted isle
With the teenager (pan to Steph)
My OC too (Isabella)
A pretty big snob (Cecil)
His best friend (Marge)
A clown's sidekick (Mel)
A homicidal baby (Gino)
And Maggie (Maggie)
Here on Someone's Island!
I ran out to the breakfast table. Only Mom, Cecil, and Maggie were there. "Hey, has anyone seen Isabella? Her bed hasn't been slept in." Mom set down a fruit salad, which I pushed away in disgust. "I've already lost half my body weight from a fruit diet on this island, thank you. But seriously, I didn't even see her in the hut when I went to bed last night."
"Well," She said, "maybe she went to bed late and woke up early."
"And made her bed?" I scoffed.
"Since when does she make her bed?!" Maggie exclaimed, "And since when does she even sleep in her—oh yeah." We looked at Cecil.
He stopped chewing and swallowed. I almost felt sorry for this awkward moment, but I just had a bad feeling, like when Eric was still around. "I didn't see her either! I thought she was in her own bed."
"Where's Mel, then?" I asked.
"Still in his hut," Mom answered, "Don't wake him. He had three times the physical therapy he usually has by walking to and away from the clearing we put the play on. He wouldn't know where she is."
"Mm. I still don't feel right—it's like the same feeling I got from Eric being on the island. All that tension building up, like something bad was about to happen."
"Mmm, maybe it's just the coke. It has been a while since we drank anything but fruit punch, coconut milk, and water."
Sure. Right. That's totally it. I know the difference between a sugar rush and a gut feeling, I've had enough of them. "Okay . . ."
"Hey!" Gino ran up to the table, "This note-eh! Isabella!"
Mom took it. "Where do these people keep getting paper from?!"
"Maybe they bring their own?" I suggested, "Just read it," We crowded around her. I half-listened to her, reading ahead.
To the castaways on this island,
I have your little girl. If you ever want to see her again, then pay me, in cash, two-hundred bucks. Leave it in the giant log that's by the big boulder.
I know you got cash, I saw the sideshow!
Sincerely,
S.J.
S.J? Another stranger, or someone from Springfield?
I gasped as soon as I finished reading it. "I told you so!"
"Let's go wake Mel, then," Cecil said.
It was pretty funny, seeing the look on his face when he realized we were all standing in his hut. He sat up slowly, eyeing us all.
But, then we had to break it to him that Isabella had been kidnapped and it was up to him to rescue her.
It was cold in the cave. Isabella rolled over again, feeling the darkness spread from her skin to her blood.
" Hello?!" Her voice was hoarse from calling for help now. "Anyone there?" Nothing still. She had just heard the beating of her heart and breathing. *"I'm lonely, can I sing?"
Echoes of the broken silence pushed her to sing.
"I feel your fingers," she shuddered, "Cold. On my shoulder—the chilling touch that runs down my spine. Watching your eyes as they invade my soul. A kidnapping I'm afraid to ask you why!"
The man grinned as she continued singing, totally unaware that he was really there.
"At the touch of a hand, at the sound of a voice, at the moment any eyes meet mine—I will lose my mind I'll get outta control, full of feelings I can't describe!"
"It's a sin with no name…"
She stopped. That wasn't Eric's voice, and this man had a bad singing voice. But, if he was anything like Eric: "Like a hand in a flame."
They both sung together, "But it's true all the same, it's a dangerous game!"
He took off her blindfold, smirking. "My name is Snake Jailbird."
*- Dangerous Game, from Jekyll and Hyde.