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The next day, Ginger groggily walked out of her tent. She sat down at the breakfast table next to the professor. She smiled at him warmly.
"Hi, Ginger," he mumbled unenthusiastically.
Ginger was very confused. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Why is everyone looking so utterly tragic?"
"Because our lives our going down the drain as we speak," Mary Ann explained to her quietly.
"What do you mean?" Ginger asked.
"I'm not sure what they mean either," the professor told her. "Apparently, only Mary Ann and the Skipper know what happened exactly. I decided to wait for you to hear exactly what the bad news was."
"So what happened?" Ginger asked Mary Ann. The Skipper seemed to have been crying hysterically before.
"Gilligan," Mary Ann answered.
The fork Ginger had been holding crashed onto her plate. "Oh, no!" she cried. "Not Gilligan!"
"Well, it all happened only a few hours ago, really," Mary Ann sighed. "You see, Gilligan had gotten intrigued when he saw you kissing the professor on a screen. He got so excited, like he normally does."
"The poor dear," Mrs. Howell sighed, staring at Mary Ann over her tea cup.
"Anyway, you had been muttering in your sleep," Mary Ann continued, looking over at Ginger. "You said something about Technicolor eyes...but anyway, I couldn't sleep with you making those noises."
"Sorry," Ginger apologized.
"It's okay. But anway, I stepped outside the hut to get some fresh air. Then Gilligan walked up to me. He told me to follow him deeper into the forest, and so I obeyed him." Mary Ann groaned.
"Well, tell them what happened next," Mr. Howell urged her, apparently having already heard the story.
"All right, all right. Gilligan sat me down onto a rock, and he started...er..."
"Kissing you," the professor and Ginger guessed simoultaneously.
"Why, yes, he did. Oh, it was so passionate, and so sweet of the dear..." She empasized the word "dear." The Professor and Ginger exchanged glances.
"But then he started rambling things off," Mary Ann went on. "He said how terrible he felt on this island, how he wished he could go back to civilization...at least I THINK that's what he said, but it was hard to tell. He was still kissing me then, looking happy as a lark."
"And let me guess," Ginger whispered. "This whole time, he had the camera on you two, didn't he?"
"You got it," Mary Ann sighed. "Before long, I had fainted shortly. It had just been a little to much love for me, if you get me right. When I woke up a few minutes later, Gilligan was gone. Then he came back, looking happy as ever. The camera was not with me, and it wasn't with him either."
"You don't mean!" the professor gasped. Mary Ann nodded glumly. "He...he sent off the tape without consulting any of us?!"
"That's right," Mr. Howell answered. "And now we've no chance of getting out of here using that device! The camera has no more film in it, we checked! And we never even had time to make a decent film!"
"Or edit it!" Ginger pouted.
"So there go our chances of ever seeing civilized land again," Mrs. Howell sighed. "And I had SO looked forward to those meetings back with the Society Matrons league!"
"I know, we're all disappointed," the Skipper spoke up. "And, once again, it's because of Gilligan."
"Don't be too hard on him," Ginger said. "He didn't know what he was doing."
The Skipper looked at her. "That's often the case with him, Ginger. Sorry everyone, but I'm going to bed." He stood up and walked away.
Ginger turned to face the professor. "Can we talk?" she asked him.
"Sure," he answered. Before he could say anything else though, Ginger had pulled him away from the table and deeper into the island.
"This stinks!" Mary Ann wailed, burying her face in her hands. "Now everyone thinks my boyfriend is stupid!"
"There there, my dear," Mrs. Howell comforted. "Don't be hurt. We all realized long before now that Gilligan was an idiot." This, of course, made poor Mary Ann cry out even harder.
"Well, what is it Ginger?" the professor asked her once, they were far away from everyone else.
"I had the strangest dream last night," Ginger told him immediately, not wanting to waste much time.
"Something about Technicolor eyes, I presume," he laughed, smiling. "At least, that's what is was according to Mary Ann."
"Har, har. In my dream, Mary Ann was Dorothy Gale." Before the professor could say something, Ginger continued. "Gilligan was Zeke, the Lovey Howell was Aunt Em, I was Glinda, and you were the Wizard of Oz!"
The professor stared at her for a moment. "Okay....so why are you telling me all of this? Now?"
Ginger's heart sank. She didn't know why. "I...I don't know," she told him.
"Well, that was a very interesting dream," the professor said, putting his arms around Ginger.
"Yes, it was..." Ginger kissed the professor gently, waiting for him to return it. She didn't have to wait very long.
"There was something I left out of my dream," Ginger told the professor, as he started kissing her neck.
"What's that?"
"You kissed me."
The professor stopped and stared into Ginger's eyes, smiling. "You know, sometimes I'm almost glad that we got shipwrecked on this island. If it hadn't been for that, I'd have never met you."
Ginger bent down and picked up two coconuts she saw. Using a rock, she broke them open, and gave one to the professor.
"And if it hadn't been for Gilligan, we never would've gotten shipwrecked," she said, grinning. She held up the coconut. "To Gilligan!"
"To Gilligan!" the professor laughed. They "chinked" their "cups" together, laughing and thinking how silly it was that Gilligan had been the one that had made their relationship possible.
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YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
The next day, Ginger groggily walked out of her tent. She sat down at the breakfast table next to the professor. She smiled at him warmly.
"Hi, Ginger," he mumbled unenthusiastically.
Ginger was very confused. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Why is everyone looking so utterly tragic?"
"Because our lives our going down the drain as we speak," Mary Ann explained to her quietly.
"What do you mean?" Ginger asked.
"I'm not sure what they mean either," the professor told her. "Apparently, only Mary Ann and the Skipper know what happened exactly. I decided to wait for you to hear exactly what the bad news was."
"So what happened?" Ginger asked Mary Ann. The Skipper seemed to have been crying hysterically before.
"Gilligan," Mary Ann answered.
The fork Ginger had been holding crashed onto her plate. "Oh, no!" she cried. "Not Gilligan!"
"Well, it all happened only a few hours ago, really," Mary Ann sighed. "You see, Gilligan had gotten intrigued when he saw you kissing the professor on a screen. He got so excited, like he normally does."
"The poor dear," Mrs. Howell sighed, staring at Mary Ann over her tea cup.
"Anyway, you had been muttering in your sleep," Mary Ann continued, looking over at Ginger. "You said something about Technicolor eyes...but anyway, I couldn't sleep with you making those noises."
"Sorry," Ginger apologized.
"It's okay. But anway, I stepped outside the hut to get some fresh air. Then Gilligan walked up to me. He told me to follow him deeper into the forest, and so I obeyed him." Mary Ann groaned.
"Well, tell them what happened next," Mr. Howell urged her, apparently having already heard the story.
"All right, all right. Gilligan sat me down onto a rock, and he started...er..."
"Kissing you," the professor and Ginger guessed simoultaneously.
"Why, yes, he did. Oh, it was so passionate, and so sweet of the dear..." She empasized the word "dear." The Professor and Ginger exchanged glances.
"But then he started rambling things off," Mary Ann went on. "He said how terrible he felt on this island, how he wished he could go back to civilization...at least I THINK that's what he said, but it was hard to tell. He was still kissing me then, looking happy as a lark."
"And let me guess," Ginger whispered. "This whole time, he had the camera on you two, didn't he?"
"You got it," Mary Ann sighed. "Before long, I had fainted shortly. It had just been a little to much love for me, if you get me right. When I woke up a few minutes later, Gilligan was gone. Then he came back, looking happy as ever. The camera was not with me, and it wasn't with him either."
"You don't mean!" the professor gasped. Mary Ann nodded glumly. "He...he sent off the tape without consulting any of us?!"
"That's right," Mr. Howell answered. "And now we've no chance of getting out of here using that device! The camera has no more film in it, we checked! And we never even had time to make a decent film!"
"Or edit it!" Ginger pouted.
"So there go our chances of ever seeing civilized land again," Mrs. Howell sighed. "And I had SO looked forward to those meetings back with the Society Matrons league!"
"I know, we're all disappointed," the Skipper spoke up. "And, once again, it's because of Gilligan."
"Don't be too hard on him," Ginger said. "He didn't know what he was doing."
The Skipper looked at her. "That's often the case with him, Ginger. Sorry everyone, but I'm going to bed." He stood up and walked away.
Ginger turned to face the professor. "Can we talk?" she asked him.
"Sure," he answered. Before he could say anything else though, Ginger had pulled him away from the table and deeper into the island.
"This stinks!" Mary Ann wailed, burying her face in her hands. "Now everyone thinks my boyfriend is stupid!"
"There there, my dear," Mrs. Howell comforted. "Don't be hurt. We all realized long before now that Gilligan was an idiot." This, of course, made poor Mary Ann cry out even harder.
"Well, what is it Ginger?" the professor asked her once, they were far away from everyone else.
"I had the strangest dream last night," Ginger told him immediately, not wanting to waste much time.
"Something about Technicolor eyes, I presume," he laughed, smiling. "At least, that's what is was according to Mary Ann."
"Har, har. In my dream, Mary Ann was Dorothy Gale." Before the professor could say something, Ginger continued. "Gilligan was Zeke, the Lovey Howell was Aunt Em, I was Glinda, and you were the Wizard of Oz!"
The professor stared at her for a moment. "Okay....so why are you telling me all of this? Now?"
Ginger's heart sank. She didn't know why. "I...I don't know," she told him.
"Well, that was a very interesting dream," the professor said, putting his arms around Ginger.
"Yes, it was..." Ginger kissed the professor gently, waiting for him to return it. She didn't have to wait very long.
"There was something I left out of my dream," Ginger told the professor, as he started kissing her neck.
"What's that?"
"You kissed me."
The professor stopped and stared into Ginger's eyes, smiling. "You know, sometimes I'm almost glad that we got shipwrecked on this island. If it hadn't been for that, I'd have never met you."
Ginger bent down and picked up two coconuts she saw. Using a rock, she broke them open, and gave one to the professor.
"And if it hadn't been for Gilligan, we never would've gotten shipwrecked," she said, grinning. She held up the coconut. "To Gilligan!"
"To Gilligan!" the professor laughed. They "chinked" their "cups" together, laughing and thinking how silly it was that Gilligan had been the one that had made their relationship possible.
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YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!