A/N: Hello everyone, it's your friendly neighborhood Tara Burgundy! :D Thank you all for waiting so patiently for this chapter to be posted, and I hope you all are enjoying this story so far. This chapter and the next few will be focusing completely on the other castaways. More of Samantha's interactions with the castaways will come up later. Enjoy!
Meanwhile, the castaways, failing to notice Samantha's presence on their island, had retired to their huts after dinner.
Morale was low on Gilligan's Island. The castaways had all gotten sick and tired of their island, no matter how pretty it was, and had begun to think that there was absolutely no chance of their rescue. Everyone was bored out of their minds and had nothing to occupy themselves with.
Although they had an enjoyable dinner, it was the same thing as usual. There was no excitement to their lives anymore.
Perhaps most upset out of all the castaways was Mrs. Howell, who had heard on the radio after dinner that Beatrice Winthrop had been invited to host all the social events of the season. Mrs. Howell absolutely despised Beatrice because Beatrice was always trying to get her name above the Howell's on the social register. Now, with the Howells being presumed dead, all the exciting social work had gone to Beatrice.
Mrs. Howell hated the situation, but she knew she had to throw a party rival to any that Beatrice would host, regardless of the fact that they were currently stranded on a desert island. She came to the idea that she would throw a party herself right there on their island. No one, not even Beatrice, would ever be able to say that they hosted a gala on a tropical "private" island.
"Thurston, I've got an idea!" Mrs. Howell said to her husband.
"Oh no, Lovey. I don't like that look in your eyes," Mr. Howell responded.
"Let's throw a party!"
"A party? On this dreary little island?"
"I wouldn't say this island is dreary at all. It's just a matter of how you present it. We could decorate with vines and those pretty native flowers. Oh, just imagine a jungle chic theme!" Mrs. Howell exclaimed.
"I suppose that could work, but why are we throwing a party now?"
"It's that dreadful Beatrice Winthrop. She's always getting catty on me, and now she thinks that she's got the chance of a lifetime with me being away from civilization. Once we throw the party of the season right here on this island, she won't be able to say a thing once we get rescued!"
"Oh, the only thing worse than Beatrice is her husband! No Winthrop ever even holds a candle to a Howell! Just a bunch of Yale men, the lot of them," Mr. Howell expressed his hatred.
"Exactly! We've got to defy them, Thurston!"
"You're right! No Winthrop will ever throw a better party than a Howell!"
"So it's settled, we're throwing a party."
"Indeed, Lovey, indeed."
"How marvelous! We can have the Skipper and Gilligan catch some lobsters, and Mary Ann can make a nice dinner and some pie. Then, we'll have the men build a dance floor and a platform for Ginger to sing on. We'll start with the dinner then we can have some dancing! Oh it'll all be wonderful!" Mrs. Howell said smiling and clasping her hands together.
"No one can ever beat any party we throw!"
"Let's send out the invitations and tell everyone to bring a date! The girls can all wear their gowns, and the boys can come dressed fancy."
"Fancy? Lovey, the boys' definition of fancy is putting some gel in their hair and shining their shoes," Mr. Howell said rolling his eyes.
"Then you can lend them some of your suits."
"Me? A Howell lend his suits to commoners?"
"Thurston, just think of it as charitable work for the better of society!"
Mr. and Mrs. Howell continued drafting out the invitations, attempting to make them as fancy as possible. After all, they still had a reputation to uphold, you know.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Keep your eyes open on Friday for the next chapter!