"Ready...set...roll 'em!" cried the Skipper.
The castaways were testing the camera to see how well it worked. The scene they were shooting had both Ginger and the professor in it.
"Do you two have your lines memorized?" Mary Ann asked them, worried about the whole thing.
"Don't be such a worry wart," Ginger sighed. "Everything'll be fine. The Skipper is handling the shooting, the professor and I have everything under control, and so there's nothing you have to worry about!"
"Okay," Mary Ann said worriedly, cracking her knuckles. "I'm just a little nervous about all of this."
"It'll be fine," the professor told her.
"All right, we are shooting!" the skipper told them.
Ginger took the professor's hand, and they started walking slowly down a path. She glanced at him, smiling.
"You know professor," she whispered. "I've always been wondering what your real name is. I mean...you weren't born with a name like 'professor,' were you?"
"No, no, I wasn't," he laughed. "My name's Russell. Russel Jackson. It's kind of strange that I never told anyone before, isn't it?" He laughed again.
Ginger laughed too. "Well, I wasn't exactly born with the name Ginger Grant, you know. My birth name is Caitlin Reynolds."
"Hmm...Caitlin and Ginger," the professor whispered to himself, stopping to think. Ginger stopped walking as well. "The name Caitlin is sort of nice. I almost like it better than Ginger."
"I like the name Caitlin Jackson," Ginger (or Caitlin) said seductively. Before the professor had a chance to react to this, Ginger threw her arms around him and started kissing him passionately.
The professor kissed her back, stroking her face gently.
"All right, cut!" the Skipper shouted, smiling helplessly. "C'mon you guys, let's see how it went!"
But apparently, the professor and Ginger weren't quite through with their scene. With her eyes already shut, Ginger had seemed to close her ears as well.
"You guys, the take is over," said Mary Ann, walking up to them and tapping Ginger on the shoulder.
Immediately, the two broke apart. "Mary Ann, don't scare me like that!" Ginger cried, stepping away from the professor.
"Gilligan's already set up a projector," Mr. Howell said, leading Lovey to another section of the island. "We'll just need the manpower to make it work!"
"I'll do it," the Skipper volunteered. In order to generate enough power for the projector, someone had to...well, ride a stationary bike. The bike was attatched to the camera, and the image would pop up.
"Come on, let's go see how we did," the professor said, subconciously taking Ginger by the hand.
"By the way, I was just curious," Ginger started. "Is your real name Russell?"
"Yes, it is," the professor admitted, grinning. "I helped the Skipper and Mr. Howell write the scene. What about you and 'Caitlin Reynolds'? Was that something they just cooked up out of nowhere?"
"Nope," Ginger confessed. "That's my real name."
"Well why'd you change it? I think Caitlin Reynolds is a great name."
"I liked my name too. But everyone in TinselTown insisted that I Hollywoodized my name. I had always loved Cary Grant, so that's where I got my last name from. And Ginger...well, my mother always used gingery spices in all of my favorite dishes as a girl. I combined the two names, and that's what I got."
"I see."
"It is kind of sad, isn't it?"
"Well, we're not in Hollywood now. Would mind if I called you Caitlin?"
"Of course not! Could I call you Russell? It would be so much easier than calling you 'The' professor. I wonder what the Skipper's real name is..."
Laughing, the two of them walked off to see their finished product.
The castaways were testing the camera to see how well it worked. The scene they were shooting had both Ginger and the professor in it.
"Do you two have your lines memorized?" Mary Ann asked them, worried about the whole thing.
"Don't be such a worry wart," Ginger sighed. "Everything'll be fine. The Skipper is handling the shooting, the professor and I have everything under control, and so there's nothing you have to worry about!"
"Okay," Mary Ann said worriedly, cracking her knuckles. "I'm just a little nervous about all of this."
"It'll be fine," the professor told her.
"All right, we are shooting!" the skipper told them.
Ginger took the professor's hand, and they started walking slowly down a path. She glanced at him, smiling.
"You know professor," she whispered. "I've always been wondering what your real name is. I mean...you weren't born with a name like 'professor,' were you?"
"No, no, I wasn't," he laughed. "My name's Russell. Russel Jackson. It's kind of strange that I never told anyone before, isn't it?" He laughed again.
Ginger laughed too. "Well, I wasn't exactly born with the name Ginger Grant, you know. My birth name is Caitlin Reynolds."
"Hmm...Caitlin and Ginger," the professor whispered to himself, stopping to think. Ginger stopped walking as well. "The name Caitlin is sort of nice. I almost like it better than Ginger."
"I like the name Caitlin Jackson," Ginger (or Caitlin) said seductively. Before the professor had a chance to react to this, Ginger threw her arms around him and started kissing him passionately.
The professor kissed her back, stroking her face gently.
"All right, cut!" the Skipper shouted, smiling helplessly. "C'mon you guys, let's see how it went!"
But apparently, the professor and Ginger weren't quite through with their scene. With her eyes already shut, Ginger had seemed to close her ears as well.
"You guys, the take is over," said Mary Ann, walking up to them and tapping Ginger on the shoulder.
Immediately, the two broke apart. "Mary Ann, don't scare me like that!" Ginger cried, stepping away from the professor.
"Gilligan's already set up a projector," Mr. Howell said, leading Lovey to another section of the island. "We'll just need the manpower to make it work!"
"I'll do it," the Skipper volunteered. In order to generate enough power for the projector, someone had to...well, ride a stationary bike. The bike was attatched to the camera, and the image would pop up.
"Come on, let's go see how we did," the professor said, subconciously taking Ginger by the hand.
"By the way, I was just curious," Ginger started. "Is your real name Russell?"
"Yes, it is," the professor admitted, grinning. "I helped the Skipper and Mr. Howell write the scene. What about you and 'Caitlin Reynolds'? Was that something they just cooked up out of nowhere?"
"Nope," Ginger confessed. "That's my real name."
"Well why'd you change it? I think Caitlin Reynolds is a great name."
"I liked my name too. But everyone in TinselTown insisted that I Hollywoodized my name. I had always loved Cary Grant, so that's where I got my last name from. And Ginger...well, my mother always used gingery spices in all of my favorite dishes as a girl. I combined the two names, and that's what I got."
"I see."
"It is kind of sad, isn't it?"
"Well, we're not in Hollywood now. Would mind if I called you Caitlin?"
"Of course not! Could I call you Russell? It would be so much easier than calling you 'The' professor. I wonder what the Skipper's real name is..."
Laughing, the two of them walked off to see their finished product.