A/N: Hi guys! It's me, Tara! This story is sort of a mash-up of the Gilligan's Planet episode "Too Many Gilligans" and the Gilligan's Island episode "Gilligan Goes Gung Ho." I do not take responsibility for either of these shows; that honor belongs to the late great Sherwood Schwartz. I want to thank retro mania because this story was requested by him. He completely came up with the idea to write a fic based on "Too Many Gilligans." I just fine-tuned that idea, added the "Gilligan Goes Gung Ho" part, and wrote the story. Please read and review, and without further ado, please enjoy!
"The plane is scheduled to fly above the supposedly uninhabited islands surrounding Hawaii. The United States Air Force made the decision to deploy this search and rescue aircraft after reportings of citizens stranded on these islands as a result of a shipwreck or some other catastrophe. If there are in fact any humans on these island in hope of rescue, the mission is sure to find them. Now on to the Wall Street news, today the DOW-"
The Professor shut off the radio.
"See, now it is confirmed that the Air Force has deployed this search and rescue plane. We'd be found of sure now," he stated to the castaways gathered around the communal table.
"Do you really think we're going to get rescued?" Mary Ann asked.
"It's impossible for us not to be," the Professor responded. "There is no calamity that can keep us from being found."
"I can think of one calamity," Ginger said, and all the castaways turned to look at Gilligan.
"Why are you all looking at me?" Gilligan asked.
"Because you are the only one capable of stopping our rescues time after time," the Skipper said.
"But you heard the Professor. He said it's impossible for us not to get rescued."
"He's right, everyone. However, we cannot guarantee that they will find us here for sure."
"They have to find us. Or else, I'll sue them!" Mr. Howell proclaimed.
"Mr. Howell, you can't sue the United States Air Force," the Skipper tried to reason.
"Just watch me," Mr. Howell said.
"Oh Thurston, you're so brave!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed pinching her husband's cheek.
"If they can't find us here for sure, then how do you know we'll be rescued?" Mary Ann asked.
"Even if they can't see us, they'll hear us."
"Hear us? The poor egghead's gone cookoo," Mr. Howell exclaimed.
"What do you mean, Professor?" Skipper asked.
"I have been considering some things, and I believe I can make sort of an amplifier using the tools we've got here on the island."
"Oh boy, a real life amplifier!" Gilligan exclaimed. "What's an amplifier?"
"It's a device that works by multiplying the sound rays that hit it, making a noise sound louder," the Professor explained.
"You think this will work, Professor?" Ginger asked.
"I think it will."
"Then let's leave the Professor to his work," the Skipper said.
All the castaways nodded and left him to work on the amplifier.
"Mary Ann, do you really think the Professor's plan is going to work?" Ginger asked in the girls' hut.
"It seems reliable, but I just feel like something's going to go wrong. It always does around here," Mary Ann replied.
"Me too. I'll believe it when we're on that plane to Hollywood."
"I'm going to get the laundry from the boys. Gilligan said he was going out butterfly hunting, so he left the clothes in their hut," Mary Ann said and left the room.
Ginger was daydreaming about how it would feel to go back to the glitz and glam of Hollywood, when the front door swung open.
"Ginger," the Professor said. "I think I have completed the machine I was telling everyone about earlier. The one that can amplify the sound rays. Would you mind singing something near it to see if it increases the sound?"
"Sure, Professor," Ginger said smiling.
They went outside and Ginger saw the Professor's machine. It was in an arc shape and it was in fact quite large. Large enough for more than one person to pass through under it.
"Why is it so large?" she asked seeing the machine.
"We don't exactly have any compact electric parts with us that could do the job, so I had to improvise and make something big enough so that when the sound rays enter, the machine multiplies it and increases the sound."
"My, that all sounds so technical," Ginger stated.
"Well yes, I suppose that it can be. I'm not entirely sure if it would work, though, so I wanted to see if it could amplify your singing."
Ginger nodded and sang a few verses of a song she knew from a movie she was in. Sure enough, the machine made the song sound louder. The Professor and Ginger were extremely elated that the machine had worked.
"It works!" Ginger exclaimed.
"Yes it does! It made your singing louder, and this was only the lowest setting, too. Who knows how well it can multiply the sound waves at a larger setting."
"Did you try it out at the highest setting yet?" she asked him.
"I wanted to be sure it worked first as to make sure not to get anyone's hopes up," he replied. "Ginger, would you get everyone else and tell them I want to show them something? I'll be here changing the setting to make it work better," the Professor asked.
"Sure, Professor!" Ginger said and left to find the other castaways.
A few moments later, Ginger returned with Mary Ann, the Skipper, and the Howells.
"You said you wanted to see us, Professor?" the Skipper asked.
"Yes, I finished building the machine I mentioned earlier that will help us signal the Air Force plane, and I wanted to show it to you all," the Professor said. "Where's Gilligan?"
"I don't know, I didn't give him any work today," the Skipper said. "If he gets into any trouble today..."
"When can that boy stay out of trouble?" Mr. Howell mused.
"He said something about butterfly hunting earlier," Mary Ann said.
"Well, maybe it's for the best that he isn't here," the Professor said, and the other castaways nodded their heads in agreement.
The Professor instructed Ginger to sing a few verses of a song and demonstrated to the castaways how the machine would multiply the sound rays Ginger produced, making the sound amplified.
"Wow, Professor!" the Skipper exclaimed. "This machine really might work."
"Oh, we're going to be rescued! And just in time for social season, too!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed.
Suddenly, a butterfly flew from the jungle and through the arc of the Professor's machine. A few zaps flew out of the arc and hit the butterfly. Then, two butterflies appeared in the place of the original one buttefly, and they both flew off. The other castaways looked upon this scene in total and utter shock.
"Did everyone else see what I just saw?" a confused Mary Ann asked.
The other castaways nodded.
"Uh, Professor, what happened?" Ginger asked.
"I, uh, am not sure," he replied.
"But the buttefly... it became two butterflies!" the Skipper said.
"It appears as if the machine made a copy of the buttefly. I hadn't expected that to happen. The machine was only supposed to copy sound rays, not physical objects or living organisms. It seems as if I've accidentally made a cloning machine instead of an amplifier," the Professor stated.
"Cloning? Oh, how wonderful! I could make copies of all my jewels," Mrs. Howell exclaimed.
"Yes, and all our money!" her husband chimed in.
"I could make more copies of our food so I wouldn't have to cook as much!" Mary Ann cheered.
"Imagine making multiple copies of all my movies!"
"Yeah! And we can make more copies of the bamboo, so we wouldn't have to waste as much time cutting down wood to build!" Skiiper exclaimed.
"Now not so fast everyone," the Professor began. "I don't think it is advisable for any of us to be using the machine to clone any object. We may accidentally go through the machine ourselves and end up making copies of ourselves. I don't know much about cloning, but I can be sure that it would cause some unnecessary problems between us."
The other castaways nodded they're head in agreement.
"You're right, Professor. Imagine having even more commoners running around on this island!" Mr. Howell said.
"Yeah, I guess that would cause too many problems," Mary Ann agreed.
Suddenly, Gilligan came running through the jungle, in the same direction from which the buttefly came flying.
"I'm going to get you! You're not gonna get away from me, no no not today!" Gilligan screamed running as fast as he could.
"Gilligan, be careful!" the Professor yelled.
But it was too late, Gilligan ran through the arc of the machine. Sure enough, he was also zapped by the same rays that hit the butterfly. Once the rays stopped zapping him, in the place of the real Gilligan stood two exact copies of Gilligan.
"Oh no!" Ginger exclaimed. "Gilligan got zapped! There's two of him now!"
"Oh how dreadful!"
"What happens now, Professor?" the Skipper asked.
"Well, it seems that Gilligan has also been cloned," the Professor said solemnly.
"Heavens to J.P. Morgan! The only thing worse than one Gilligan is two!" Mr. Howell angsted.
"I don't understand, Thurston," Mrs. Howell was saying to her husband in their hut. "You mean to say that there is no way to get rid of the Gilligan clone?"
"That's what the Professor said. He's looking into a way to fix the machine, but he hasn't come up with anything yet."
"Oh how dreadful!"
"Think about is this way, Lovey. Now we've got a spare Gilligan who will do whatever we want him to. Two Gilligans mean twice as many servants," Mr. Howell said, pointing out the bright side to the situation.
"You're right! We can finally have our own houseboy now!" she exclaimed.
"Now what shall we have them do for us first?"
"The tapestry! We've been meaning to hang it for so long, but it's just too much work."
"Work? Lovey, don't utter that word in the presence of a Howell."
"You're right, let's call the Gilligans now to hang the tapestry for us."
"Oh Gilligans!" Mr. Howell called, opening the door of his and his wife's hut.
"You wanted to see us, Mr. Howell?" the Gilligans asked.
"Yes, we need that tapestry over there hung," the millionaire responded.
The Gilligans nodded, and each took one end of the tapestry, ready to hang it on the wall.
"I want to go this way," Gilligan said.
"No, go this way," Gilligan #2, the clone said.
"No!"
"No? I said yes, and you can't say no to me."
The real Gilligan and his clone argued with each other, pulling the tapestry back and forth. Surely, the tapestry was shredded and ripped into halves.
"The tapestry!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed. "Look what you've done now!"
"Go outside Gilligans! I should've known that I couldn't have expected you two to get this done without destroying any more of our stuff. Out!" Mr. Howell demanded.
The real Gilligan and his clone went outside.
"Well, what sould we do now?" Gilligan asked his clone.
"Let's play with a yo-yo," Gilligan #2 responded, and Gilligan nodded his head.
The two played with two yo-yo's without any ruckus for a few minutes. Then, the two yo-yos' lines got tangled within each other, and the yo-yo's were stuck. Gilligan and Gilligan #2 tried to get the lines unstuck, to no avail. Finally, they both tugged real hard at the yo-yo's and the yo-yo's flew from their hands and towards the girls' hut. The yo-yo's went right through the girls' roof, making a hole in it in the process.
"Gilligan!" Ginger screamed, coming outside.
"Oh look what you two did!" Mary Ann chided. "Now there's a hole in our roof!"
"Sorry," Gilligan said sheepishly.
"Sorry," Gilligan #2 chimed in.
"Gilligan, fix our tapestry!" Mrs. Howell shouted, the Howells coming out of their hut.
"No, fix our roof first!" Ginger demanded.
The Skipper who was walking nearby, decided to come over and find out what all the commotion was about.
"Hey, what's going on here?" the Skipper asked.
"Gilligan broke our roof!" Mary Ann exclaimed.
"Not before he destroyed our tapestry!" Mr. Howell exclaimed. "There's two of them now so twice the trouble."
"I'll take care of them, Mr. Howell," the Skipper said. "Gilligan and Gilligan's clone, would you guys go and build a motor bike? We still have that motor we found from the boat last week, and we've got enough bamboo to make a bike out of it. It could help us get around the island easier."
"Sure, Skipper," Giligan said.
"Sure, Skipper," Gilligan #2 mimicked.
"I'm glad that's taken care of," Mr. Howell said.
"Who's going to mend our tapestry?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"Mary Ann and I can help you, can't we, Mary Ann?" Ginger asked.
"Of course, Mr and Mrs. Howell," Mary Ann replied.
"But what about our roof?" Ginger asked, and Mary Ann nodded.
"I'll take care of that, girls," the Skipper responded, prepared to start mending the roof of the girls' hut.
The rest of the day had passed and it was early evening. The other castaways were sitting by the communal table, near the cloning machine, to make sure that no one would accidentally go through it again and clone themselves.
By now, Gilligan and his clone had finished building the motorbike the Skipper had requested.
"Boy, this sure looks nice!" Gilligan exclaimed.
"We did a good job," Gilligan #2 said.
"Sure we did! The Skipper definitely can't get angry at us now."
"If he does, then he's crazy," Gilligan #2 said, and Gilligan nodded his head in agreement.
"Let's try it out," Gilligan suggested.
"Ok."
The motorbike was large enough to fit both Gilligan and Gilligan #2, so they both climbed onto the bike.
"How does it start?" Gilligan asked.
"I don't know, just click a button," Gilligan #2 responded.
Gilligan nodded and clicked on the button to the motor. What he failed to realize was that he accidentally left the motor on full speed, and now the motorbike was charging full speed ahead to who knows where.
"I can't stop the bike!" Gilligan screamed.
"I can't either!" Gilligan #2 yelled.
They kept zooming through the jungle, headed right for camp. They could see the castaways sitting at the communal table looking at shock at Gilligan and his clone zooming to them on a motorbike.
"Gilligan! Be careful you're going to go through the machine!" the Professor yelled after them.
But it was too late. The motorbike was headed right for the machine, and it went through. The whole motorbike, Gilligan, and Gilligan #2 were zapped by the rays coming out of the machine. After the zaps cleared, an exact copy of what enterred the machine got left behind. There were two identical motorbikes, each housing two Gilligans.
"Oh no, not four Gilligans now!" Ginger exclaimed
"How horrible!" Mrs. Howell chimed in.
"Gilligan!" an angry Skipper shouted. "You get right back here right now!" he demanded. "All of you!"
Scared, the two motorbikes holding four Gilligans in total, turned right around in order to get back the the communal table. However, this was a grave mistake because they had gone right through the clone machine's arc again. This time the two motorbikes were both hit by the the zaps coming from the machine, leaving behind four motorbikes containing 8 Gilligans in total.
"Oh no!" Mary Ann exclaimed.
"Gilligan!" the Skipper screamed.
"A Howell simply cannot live with 8 Gilligans!"
"Professor, you have to do something to get rid of the clones," Ginger said.
"I'm trying, but I'm afraid I don't have an idea yet. We're going to have to live with the 8 Gilligans for the rest of the night at least.
All the castaways turned to the 8 Gilligans with faces of anger.
"Sorry," All the 8 Gilligans said sheepishly.
"Did you find anything to get rid of the clones?" the Skipper asked the Professor.
"I'm afraid not. I'm going to be working all night, though. Hopefully, by morning I'll figure something out," the Professor replied. "Where are they anyways?"
"I told Gilligan to find somewhere for them to sleep."
The Professor nodded, "Well, goodnight, Skipper."
"Goodnight, Professor," the Skipper said and went off to his hut to sleep.
He didn't both to turn on the light because of how tired he was, so he climbed right into his hammock. As he was climging under his blanket, he noticed there was a lump next to him. Something else was in the hammock with him.
"Ah!" the Skipper screamed and ran to turn on the light.
Once the light was on, he could see that Gilligan was sleeping in his hammock.
"Gilligan! What are you doing in my hammock?" the Skipper demanded to know.
"Where else am I supposed to sleep?" Gilligan asked.
"In your own hammock!"
"I can't sleep there."
"And why is that?"
"Because one of the clones is in there," Gilligan responded.
The Skipper looked at Gilligan's hammock, and sure enough one of the clones was sleeping in there. He looked around their hut, and he noticed that all the Gilligan clones were scattered all around the hut. There were Gilligan clones everywhere! There would be barely any room for him to sleep.
"Gilligan! What are all the clones doing in there?"
"You told me to find somewhere for them to sleep."
"I didn't mean in our hut!" the Skipper exclaimed. "Where are we supposed to sleep now?"
"You can go outside, Skipper."
"I have a better idea, Gilligan. You get all your clones outside!" the Skipper demanded.
"Ok, Skipper," Gilligan reluctantly agreed. He was tired.
Tiredly, Gilligan went around the room, struggling to wake up each one of his clones. Finally, he got all the other 7 of them woken up and managed to drag them outside. By the time he had woken them all up, however, Gilligan himself had gotten so extremely tired that he could barely realize where he was going. As he was dragging them to a clearing in the jungle to sleep for the night, he accidentally dragged them right into the cloning machine once again. All 8 of them were under the arc of the machine when it began zapping them all. Once the smoke cleared, 16 Gilligans stood in the place of the formerly 8 Gilligans.
"Oh no! Everyone's gonna kill me now!" Gilligan exclaimed.
"Oh no!" mimicked all the other 15 clones.
The other castaways had all woken up from their huts from the commotion caused by the cloning.
"What's going on out here! Teddy and I were so rudely interrupted from our slumber!" Mr. Howell pouted.
"It sounded louder than the opera!" his wife agreed.
Then the castaways noticed that there were now 16 Gilligans.
"Gilligan! I told you to go to sleep not to make more clones of yourself!" the Skipper yelled angrily.
"My goodness 16 Gilligans!" Ginger exclaimed.
"Professor, please solve this quickly!" Mary Ann pleaded.
"I'm trying, Mary Ann, believe me. I'll be up all night figuring out some way to get rid of all the clones. I suggest we all go back to our huts and try not to go near the cloning machine," the Professor said.
Gilligan tried to go back into his hut, but he was stopped by the Skipper.
"Oh no, you're not going in here!" he yelled.
The next morning, Ginger and Mary Ann were waking up in their hut. The door to their hut suddenly swung open and in came the Professor.
"Girls," he said, "I'm warning everyone to be especially careful with the cloning machine."
"You already told us this, Professor," Ginger said.
"I know, but it's even more important now. I was looking at the cloning machine today to see if there was some way I could destroy the clones, and I found that now the machine is capable of producing multiple clones of a person or object that enters it," the Professor explained.
"Multiple clones?" Mary Ann asked.
"Yes."
"Well how did that happen?" Ginger asked.
"It seems that after all the times Gilligan went through the machine last night, it is now capable of making multiple copies of anything."
"How many copies?"
"I don't know yet but I do not intent to find out. I'll be in my hut for most of the day trying to figure out a way to fix the machine now. I already told the Skipper about this development but I couldn't seem to find the Howells yet. Would you mind telling them for me?"
The girls nodded and went to the Howells hut to find them so that they could tell them what the Professor had just mentioned. When they got to the Howell's hut, there wasn't anyone there.
"I don't think they're in, Mary Ann," Ginger said.
"I think you're right. They probably went on their morning stroll," Mary Ann said.
Ginger nodded in agreement and the girls went to start on breakfast.
Meanwhile, the Howells had a plan of their own in mind. That morning, Thurston Howell III had woken up with a plan.
"Lovey," he had said to his wife.
"What is it, Thurston?"
"We need to get ourselves to the cloning machine.'
"The cloning machine? Whatever for, dear?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"We need to go and make copies of all our jewels and all our money."
"But I thought the Professor told everyoene to stay away from that machine."
"That was just for the commoners, Lovey. He wouldn't dare ban a Howell from going where he chooses."
"Why would we need to do make copies of all our money?"
"So that we can become rich. Even richer than rich. We'll be the richest people in the whole world."
"Oh how marvelous! We'll be at the top of every social registar!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed.
The Howells gathered all their suitcases full of money and set off for the cloning machine. They set the suitcase down by the machine and opened it.
"How are we going to put the money through the machine?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"We'll throw the suitcases inside. That way we won't get cloned."
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a blast of wind came blowing from the beach. The wind got to the Howells and blew some of the money from the open suitcase into the direction of the cloning machine's arc.
"Oh no, our money!" Mr. Howell exclaimed, running after the money.
Mr. Howell ran so fast towards his money that he failed to realize he was running right towards the cloning machine. Soon, he found himself underneath the arc getting zapped by the machine's rays. The rays of the cloning machine kept zapping Mr. Howell.
"Thurston!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed, running after her husband.
Mrs. Howell was also running so fast towards her husband that she ran right into the spot under the arc of the cloning machine next to Mr. Howell. Soon, she also found herself getting zapped by the rays coming out of the machine.
Once the rays cleared, in the place of Mr. and Mrs. Howell were 10 Mr. Howells and 10 Mrs. Howells.
"Oh no, Lovey!" Mr. Howell shouted looking at all their clones. "I should've known that a Howell would produce a superior amount of clones.
He wasn't the only one who had noticed what had happened, however. The Professor who had been coming to repair the machine, found Mr. and Mrs. Howell surrounded by 9 other pairs of themselves.
"Mr. and Mrs. Howell!" the Professor exclaimed. "Did you two go under the machine?"
Mr. and Mrs. Howell nodded.
"We were trying to multiply our money," Mr. Howell said
"Well, you didn't multiply your money. You multiplied yourselves," the Professor responded.
"Why are there so many clones of us?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"Didn't the girls tell you? Because of Gilligan going through the machine so many times yesterday, it now produces multiple copies of the people or objects that go through it. That's why there are 10 copies of you now total."
By now, the other castaways had come to see what was going on, minus the Gilligan clones who were still sleeping.
"What's going on, Professor?" the Skipper asked.
The Professor explained to them what had happened.
"Oh boy, that's a problem," the real Gilligan said.
"Well not for long. I think I've found a way to fix the machine."
"You mean you can get rid of the clones?" Ginger asked.
"I haven't figured out how to do that yet, but I know how to fix the machine so it won't make multiple copies of everything. The existing clones, however, will still remain. As well as the danger of potentially cloning yourself," the Professor explained.
The castaways nodded and left the Professor to fixing the machine.
"Gilligan, can you give your clones something to do?" the Skipper demanded.
"I don't know what they can do. I keep giving them something to do, but they always get into trouble. They already ruined Mary Ann's laundry and one of the Professor's experiments," a tired Gilligan said.
"That's why they need something to do."
"But Skipper, I'm too tired," Gilligan pleaded.
The Skipper looked at Gilligan and felt pity for him. He really was tired, exhausted even. Gilligan had spent a long day of managing all his clones.
"Oh all right. You really do look tired, little buddy. You should take a nap. I'll send the clones to pick up some fruit from the other side of the island," the Skipper said.
Skipper talked with the Gilligan clones while the real Gilligan napped, and soon enough the Gilligans were set off towards the other end of the island to pick some fruit. After picking up some fruit for a few mintues, the Gilligans sat down to rest and talk.
"Boy, I sure do love living life!" Gilligan #9 said.
"Me too," Gilligans #6 and #11 agreed.
"I wish we could stay like this forever," Gilligan #3 said.
"Yeah, all 15 of us could stay here with Gilligan and live life like he does," Gilligan #2 said.
All the other Gilligans nodded and expressed their agreement.
"We should get back now," Gilligan #10 suggested
"Yeah," Gilligans #14 and #5 said.
The Gilligans all left and went back to camp.
Meanwhile back at camp, an overworked Mary Ann was struggling to keep up with all the Howells' demands. Now that there were 20 Howells in total, they all had their own set of demands for Mary Ann to do.
"Sweep under the bed!"
"Be careful with my jewels, dear."
"Get rid of the cobwebs on the door!"
"Fluff Teddy for me!"
"Dust the gold bars."
"Don't forget to make the beds!"
"You need to wash the satin seperate from everyone else's clothes."
Poor Mary Ann could barely keep up with all of their demands. She was running from the hut to the laundry area to the communal table to make dinner for everyone. Dinner was another problem: there were 40 of them in total now including all the clones, meaning more food to cook. Mary Ann was going to ask Ginger to help, but she knew that teaching Ginger how to do all the chores would just mean more work for Mary Ann.
Suddenly, Mary Ann had an idea: she would make clones of herself, too! She knew that it would not be a good idea because the Professor had already warned against the other castaways making clones of themselves, but she figured it would be alright. She knew the Professor would probably figure out a way to get rid of the clones soon, and until then she knew she needed more versions of herself in order to manage all the Howells. However, she still didn't want to let any of the castaways know because she knew they'd disapprove. She decided she would only let Ginger know because she told Ginger everything.
"Ginger," Mary Ann said walking into the girls' hut.
"Yes, Mary Ann?" Ginger asked.
"Do you think it's a good idea for me to make clones out of myself?"
"You want to clone yourself? I thought we weren't allowed to do that."
"I know, but it's just too hard to do all the work for all the Howells. There's 20 of them now in total and just one of me. I was thinking if I made 9 more copies of myself, it would be fair work," Mary Ann explained.
"Hmm, I understand where you're coming from. But if you're making copies of yourself, then I get to, too!" Ginger declared.
"You? What do you need clones for?"
"To make more movies with myself, of course. More Gingers means more movies for me to star in," Ginger said smiling.
"Oh alright, fine. We'll both make 9 other copies of each other, so there'll be 10 of us each in total. We need to make sure no one else catches us, though."
Ginger nodded, and the girls headed off to the cloning machine to make copies of themselves.
"You go first," Mary Ann said to Ginger.
Ginger went under the arc of the cloning machine, prepared to make clones of herself. First she got hit with the zaps, and then another Ginger appeared. The original Ginger kept walking through the arc 9 times until a total of 9 clones were made. Once she was finally done cloning herself multiple times, a total of 10 Gingers remained in the place of the original one Ginger.
"Well that wasn't too hard," Ginger said.
Meanwhile, one of the other Ginger clones, Ginger #4, was admiring herself in a tiny compact mirror.
"My, I sure do look pretty," Ginger #4 said.
"No way, I look prettier than you," Ginger #7 rebutted.
"What kind of a broken mirror were you looking at?" Ginger #4 retaliated.
"Oh stop arguing," Ginger #6 said. "You two might think you're prettiest, but I'm am definitely the most talented.
"The most talented?" Ginger #2 asked. "Hah! That's the biggest lie of the century!"
"Cut it out! All of you!" the real Ginger yelled. "Everyone knows I'm the prettiest and the most talented. That's because I'm the only real one!"
"Real one? You're all hopped up on botox!" Ginger #2 said.
"Botox?!" Ginger said scandalized. "I have not enhanced myself in any way. Unlike all of you ungrateful clones," Ginger said leaving in a huff.
The other Ginger clones all followed Ginger, still bickering.
Mary Ann decided that now was the best time to clone herself. She went over to the cloning machine and stood under the arc. She prepared herself to be blasted with the rays, and sure enough she was. Once the rays had cleared, in the place of the one original Mary Ann stood two Mary Anns. Mary Ann went inside the machine a total of 8 other times, creating 9 clones in the process. Finally, once she was done, she took her clones over to camp so they could help her cook dinner for everyone.
"Ok everyone," Mary Ann said to her clones, "we're going to go and make dinner now."
"Ok sure!" the Mary Ann clones all said cheerfully.
She had employed her clones on helping her prep the ingredients for dinner. Mary Ann couldn't understand why Ginger and her clones had gotten into such a huge fight. She seemed to get along great with her own clones. So far they were all listening to her orders and they were being a big help around dinnertime.
Then, she noticed that one of her clones was cutting pineapple slices too thickly.
"Would you mind cutting those thinner?" Mary Ann asked sweetly.
"Sure," Mary Ann #2 replied. But instead, she started cutting the slices even thicker than before.
"I said thinner," Mary Ann said again, a bit more sternly this time.
"Well I can't make it any thinner!" Mary Ann #2 shouted.
Mary Ann was shocked at why her clone had shouted at her.
"That wasn't very nice!" Mary Ann said.
"I wasn't trying to be nice," her clone retaliated.
"That's it, I've had it with you!" Mary Ann exclaimed.
"Calm down, Mary Poppins," Mary Ann #9 said.
"Mary Poppins?" Mary Ann asked shocked.
Soon enough, Mary Ann had also begun to fight with her clones. After a while, flour was thrown, water was pourn, and half-baked pies were flown. Mary Ann deeply regretted creating her clones because now it seemed as if they had all turned against her.
Likewise, with Ginger and her clones in their hut. The clones and Ginger had gotten into another fight over who was prettier or more talented. Makeup was thrown everywhere. Lipstick was used to draw mustaches on faces, and powder was flown into faces. More snide remarks were made about the talent that Ginger possessed or her beauty.
Meanwhile in the Howells hut, an argument of their own was brewing. All of the Mr. Howells were fighting over how the money should be split. They all wanted more of the original money Mr. Howell had, and and argument broke out. The same thing happened with all the Mrs. Howells and their jewels. Not to mention the biggest problem: Mr. and Mrs. Howell didn't know who their real husband or wife was. All the clones looked alike, so the couple was confused as to who their real significant other was.
All chaos had descended the camp all because of the creation of the clones. The only one to witness all this madness was the Skipper because Gilligan was still napping and the Professor was still working in his hut to find a fix to the problem. The Skipper decided to go to the Professor to ask him what to do.
He knocked on the Professor's door.
"Come in," the Professor responded.
"Did you figure out a way to fix the clone problem yet, Professor?" the Skipper asked.
"I'm afraid not. No plan that could work, at least."
"Well you need to figure out something quick. The problem just got much worse."
"Worse? What happened now?"
"Well didn't you see? Ginger and Mary Ann have clones, too. There are ten of them each."
The Professor was shocked. "How did this happen?"
"I'm not sure, but when I was coming back from collecting some wood I saw 10 Gingers and 10 Mary Anns. And that isn't the worst part either."
"What's the worst part?"
"All the clones are fighting with each other."
"What kind of fights?"
"Well Mary Ann and her clone are fighting over how to cut pineapple correctly, and they ended up having a food fight. The Howells started fighting with their clones over how to share their money, and they're spitting insults at each other. Ginger and her clone are fighting over who's prettier, and they started throwing makeup at each other," the Skipper explained.
"I did not plan for that," the Professor said.
"It seems almost like the the clones are turning against us."
"Turning against us? Skipper, you know that's silly."
"Professor, I'm serious. I think this could be dangerous if we don't find a way to get rid of the clones soon."
"Perhaps you're right. In that case, I think I might have some way to get rid of the clones."
"You really mean it?"
"Yes I do. And it's going to be just in time for the Air Force plane to fly above our island. Once we get rid of the clones, we can use the machine to multiply sound rays and signal the plane and get rescued."
"Ok, I'll go get the others, and you can tell us our plan then."
The Professor nodded, and the Skipper left the hut. They were both satisfied with their plan and excited for the prospect of rescue. However, what both had failed to realize was that the Gilligan clones had been eavesdropping on this entire conversation. They had been coming back from the other side of the island when they heard talk that the Professor had a plan to get rid of the clones. When the Gilligan clones heard this, they weren't happy. And they intended to do something about it...
"We need to stop them!" Gilligan #2 shouted to the other Gilligan clones.
"I agree!" all the other clones chimed in.
"How do we stop them?" Gilligan #8 asked.
"It is simple," Gilligan #3 said. "We should imprison them all."
"Oh boy an imprisonment!" Gilligan #13 cheered.
"Just like in the comic books!"
The other Gilligans all agreed on the plan to imprison the other castaways and told their plan to the Ginger, Mary Ann, and Howell clones. All the clones agreed that they enjoyed living a life, and they didn't want to get destroyed. All the clones also agreed that they should imprison the castaways.
The clones decided to take their plan out to course. The Mary Ann clones kidnapped Mary Ann, the Ginger clones kidnapped Ginger, the Howell clones kidnapped the Howells, and the Gilligan clones kidnapped the Professor and the Skipper. What the clones failed to do, however, was to kidnap Gilligan. Gilligan had been napping all day, and the clones completely forgot to imprison him.
When the castaways woke up, they were all confused.
"Where are we?" Ginger asked.
The Professor looked around, "It looks like we're inside a cave."
"A cave? How barbaric!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed.
"Definitely not fit for a Howell," Mr. Howell agreed.
"What're we doing inside a cave?" Mary Ann asked.
"That's what I'd like to know," Skipper said.
The Skipper got up and went to the front of the cave. He could see that there was a sort of a jail set-up placed near the fround of the cave. Outside the door stood the Gilligan clones, guarding it holding bamboo poles. The Skipper called one of the clones to talk to him.
"Why have you got us all trapped in here?" he asked.
"You are trapped her because you planned to get rid of all of us. Now, you are going to be in jail," Gilligan #6 explained.
"You're putting us in jail? That's just ridiculous!"
The clone didn't respond; he just shrugged.
"Will you at least tell me where the real Gilligan is?" the Skipper asked.
"He is taking a nap. It was too hard to move him without waking him up. When he wakes up, he'll also get put in jail with you guys."
The Skipper sighed exasperatedly and went back to the other castaways to tell them the news.
After he told them the news, the castaways were just as angered as the Skipper was.
"How horrible!" Mrs. Howell said.
"Oh, I hate these stupid clones!" Ginger exclaimed.
"Me too! I wish we never even made them!" Mary Ann agreed.
"Now, there's no use in regretting the past. What we've got to focus on now is escaping so we can get rid of the clones," the Professor reasoned.
Suddenly, the castaways heard a loud noise. It sounded sort of like something was vibrating at first. But then, as the noise got closer, it sounded almost as if it were a a louder version of a car engine.
"What is that awful noise?" Mr. Howell demanded to know.
"I'm afraid that was just our chance at rescue," the Professor said with a low face.
"That was the Air Force plane," the Skipper said, his low face mirroring the Professor's.
The castaways all got visibly dejected at yet another rescue attempt that had been foiled.
The Professor attempted to cheer everyone up again. "Well there's no use in getting upset over the plane. I'm sure another rescue attempt will come again soon. For now, all we can do is figure out some sort of way to get out of here."
The other castaways nodded, determined to get out of the jail, even thought their spirits had dramatically gone down since the plane had passed.
Suddenly, they heard a noise coming from behind them, coming from behind the back walls of the cave.
"What's that?" Ginger asked alarmed, grabbing the Professor's arm.
Then, they saw a piece of the cave wall being moved, and in came Gilligan. The real Gilligan!
"Gilligan?" The castaways asked in awe.
"How did you get here little buddy?" the Skipper asked.
"I was taking a nap and when I woke up, all you guys left. At first I thought you got so mad you all left me on the Air Force plane, but then I saw the clones guarding you inside this jail. I remembered that when you made me explore the caves, I thought I'd get lost, so I made a secret enterance from behind the cave's wall to camp. I came through right now to save you guys," Gilligan said.
"Oh, thank you, Gilligan!" Mary Ann exclaiemd throwing her arms around the first mate.
"Thank you, my boy!" Mr. Howell exclaimed.
"I've got to hand it to you, Gilligan," the Professor began, "When you think thinks through, you think things through well."
The other castaways all agreed and thanked Gilligan profusely for finding a way to get them out of the jail they were put in by the clones. Once they had all escaped through the same passage Gilligan had come through, they gathered behind some trees in the forest to discuss a plan to get rid of all the clones.
"What was the idea you were talking about, Professor?" the Skipper asked.
"My idea might sound a bit unrealistic, but it's our only hope as of now," the Professor said. "I was thinking that we should all run through the machine multiple times so we could creat hundreds of clones of ourselves."
"Hundreds of clones?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"How is that gonna help us?" Gilligan asked. "That's what got us into this mess in the first place."
"I hate to say this, but I agree with Gilligan," the Skipper agreed.
"According to my research, machines like this will short-circuit and break down through overuse. If we run through it so many times that so many clones of ourselves get made, the machine itself will break down, causing all the clones to disappear," the Professor explained.
The other castaways all agreed this was a good plan. Some because they thought it would work, others because it was the only plan they had. Either ways, they all agreed the best thing to do was to run through the machine as many times as it took to destroy the machine.
They all got together and ran through the machine. One time, two times, three times, and so on. Each time they went through the machine clones of all 7 of them were created. 7 clones became 14, then 21, 28, and so on. Soon enough, after almost 10 minutes of running, more than a hundred clones had formed. There seemed to be at least half a thousand of them. They kept running through it, still. After a while, they noticed that the machine's rays that were zapping them had started to become weaker and weaker through all their times running through under the cloning machine's arc.
"It's working!" the Skipper exclaimed.
"We should keep going," the Professor said, and the other castaways nodded in agreement.
They kept running through the machine, but it only took a few more times of running through for the machine to finall short-circuit. The machine's rays struggled to build up energy to zap them, and then the whole machine shook furiously. The castaways all ran out from underneath the machine's arc before it could finall get destroyed. The machine spent a few more seconds shaking, then it completely broke down. Just as the machine broke down, the other castaways looked around towards the cave where the clones were still standing guard, and noticed that the clones had begun to shake as well, ust as the machine had. Soon enough, the clones had also begun to fizzle out, and then finally disappeared completely.
"It worked!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed.
The other castaways also all joined in with cheers.
"Hooray!"
"Yay!"
"Finally!"
The castaways were still upset that yet another rescue attempt had been foiled, though they enjoyed finally getting rid of the clones. Because the clones were gone, they could now relax, and life could get back to normal - well, at least as normal as life can possibly get on Gilligan's Island. ;P