Disclaimer: As I said before, I do not own Gilligan's Island or any of the
characters therein. I wish I did--I'd be wealthy beyond my wildest dreams
Chapter Two Scene One
Gilligan and Mary Ann walked slowly back to her hut, holding hands. They stopped in front of her door, and Mary Ann turned to him, taking both his hands in hers.
"Well, goodnight, Gilligan. I'm so glad you asked me to go for a walk."
"I'm glad I did, too, Mary Ann."
Mary Ann put her hands on his face and gave him a slow, gentle kiss on the lips. Gilligan, just starting to overcome his nervousness, hesitantly put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Several moments went by before the kiss ended. She smiled, said goodnight again, and went into her hut. Gilligan stood there for a moment, looking after her. Then he started walking toward the hut he shared with the Skipper.
When he got there, the Skipper was not in a good mood. "Where have you been, Gilligan?! It's getting late!"
"I'm sorry, Skipper. I went for a walk with Mary Ann."
"Well, you should have been back a long time ago. Where did you two go...hey, what's on your face? Is that lipstick?!", the Skipper asked disbelievingly.
Gilligan rubbed his face and looked at his fingers. "Um, yeah...I guess it is", he said, both a little embarrassed and a little proud of himself.
"Well, how did you get lipstick on your face?!"
"I'm sorry, Skipper, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."
"KISS AND TELL?", the Skipper roared.
"Sorry, Skipper--good night." Gilligan climbed into the top hammock and put his hat over his face, leaving the Skipper standing there staring at him. After a bit, Skipper climbed into his own hammock and lay there with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hey, Skipper", Gilligan said. "You know that conversation you wanted to have with me about the birds and the bees? Well, I don't think we need to talk about that after all. I may be able to figure it out myself. Well, good night." The Skipper no longer looked puzzled. Now he looked astonished.
Scene Two
Mary Ann walked into the hut she shared with Ginger, smiling to herself. She was so thrilled and excited. Ginger sat at their dressing table, trying on different pieces of jewelry and just generally admiring herself.
"How did your walk with Gilligan go?", Ginger asked, not taking her eyes off her own reflection.
"Oh, it was wonderful, Ginger. He did tell me he likes me, just like I hoped he would." Mary Ann sighed happily and sat down on her bed.
Ginger finally turned toward Mary Ann. "That's incredible!"
"I know, isn't it marvelous?!"
"Imagine him liking you...instead of me!"
Mary Ann was still too happy to get very angry. "That's not a very nice thing to say!"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, Mary Ann. You're a pretty girl and all that. But I'm...well, I'm me!" She suddenly giggled. "I guess I shouldn't be too upset. After all, it is only Gilligan."
Now Mary Ann was getting mad. "Well, "only-Gilligan" is a wonderful man!", she said angrily. "And a wonderful kisser", she added.
Ginger was still amused. "It's not like he's Gregory Peck or Rock Hudson, Mary Ann."
"I don't see any of the men on this island throwing themselves at your feet!" Mary Ann was really steamed.
Ginger jumped up and got in Mary Ann's face. "I could have any man on this island I wanted!!"
"Well, we've been here nearly three years, what's taking you so long?!"
"OH! How dare you! Just wait, I'll get you for that!" Ginger stormed out of the hut.
Mary Ann took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She was used to Ginger's super-ego, and she usually just ignored it, but tonight was different. By the time she was ready for bed, she was much calmer, and she decided to just think about her evening with Gilligan, nothing else. She fell asleep just as she was remembering the look on his face when she told him how she felt about him
Chapter Two Scene One
Gilligan and Mary Ann walked slowly back to her hut, holding hands. They stopped in front of her door, and Mary Ann turned to him, taking both his hands in hers.
"Well, goodnight, Gilligan. I'm so glad you asked me to go for a walk."
"I'm glad I did, too, Mary Ann."
Mary Ann put her hands on his face and gave him a slow, gentle kiss on the lips. Gilligan, just starting to overcome his nervousness, hesitantly put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Several moments went by before the kiss ended. She smiled, said goodnight again, and went into her hut. Gilligan stood there for a moment, looking after her. Then he started walking toward the hut he shared with the Skipper.
When he got there, the Skipper was not in a good mood. "Where have you been, Gilligan?! It's getting late!"
"I'm sorry, Skipper. I went for a walk with Mary Ann."
"Well, you should have been back a long time ago. Where did you two go...hey, what's on your face? Is that lipstick?!", the Skipper asked disbelievingly.
Gilligan rubbed his face and looked at his fingers. "Um, yeah...I guess it is", he said, both a little embarrassed and a little proud of himself.
"Well, how did you get lipstick on your face?!"
"I'm sorry, Skipper, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."
"KISS AND TELL?", the Skipper roared.
"Sorry, Skipper--good night." Gilligan climbed into the top hammock and put his hat over his face, leaving the Skipper standing there staring at him. After a bit, Skipper climbed into his own hammock and lay there with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hey, Skipper", Gilligan said. "You know that conversation you wanted to have with me about the birds and the bees? Well, I don't think we need to talk about that after all. I may be able to figure it out myself. Well, good night." The Skipper no longer looked puzzled. Now he looked astonished.
Scene Two
Mary Ann walked into the hut she shared with Ginger, smiling to herself. She was so thrilled and excited. Ginger sat at their dressing table, trying on different pieces of jewelry and just generally admiring herself.
"How did your walk with Gilligan go?", Ginger asked, not taking her eyes off her own reflection.
"Oh, it was wonderful, Ginger. He did tell me he likes me, just like I hoped he would." Mary Ann sighed happily and sat down on her bed.
Ginger finally turned toward Mary Ann. "That's incredible!"
"I know, isn't it marvelous?!"
"Imagine him liking you...instead of me!"
Mary Ann was still too happy to get very angry. "That's not a very nice thing to say!"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, Mary Ann. You're a pretty girl and all that. But I'm...well, I'm me!" She suddenly giggled. "I guess I shouldn't be too upset. After all, it is only Gilligan."
Now Mary Ann was getting mad. "Well, "only-Gilligan" is a wonderful man!", she said angrily. "And a wonderful kisser", she added.
Ginger was still amused. "It's not like he's Gregory Peck or Rock Hudson, Mary Ann."
"I don't see any of the men on this island throwing themselves at your feet!" Mary Ann was really steamed.
Ginger jumped up and got in Mary Ann's face. "I could have any man on this island I wanted!!"
"Well, we've been here nearly three years, what's taking you so long?!"
"OH! How dare you! Just wait, I'll get you for that!" Ginger stormed out of the hut.
Mary Ann took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She was used to Ginger's super-ego, and she usually just ignored it, but tonight was different. By the time she was ready for bed, she was much calmer, and she decided to just think about her evening with Gilligan, nothing else. She fell asleep just as she was remembering the look on his face when she told him how she felt about him