Chapter 10

The next morning, when Ginger saw Mary Ann she could have screamed at her, but she didn't. She had other plans. Everybody else knew about what she had discovered already. She had wasted no time in spreading it around. The Professor and Skipper didn't seem all that bothered, but the Howells were perturbed as to why Gilligan and Mary Ann were doing such a thing.

Ginger and the Howells were sitting at the bamboo table while their other four fellow castaways were off somewhere else.

"Lovey, they're rebelling! I've told you that all young people are always getting into trouble!" Mr. Howell exclaimed.

"But Mr. Howell, its not that they're necessarily causing trouble, they just lying is all." Ginger clarified.

"Same thing in my book!" Mr. Howell grumbled.

"Oh but what do you expect, they're children!" Mrs. Howell said.

Ginger raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Mrs. Howell if you haven't noticed, they aren't nineteen and twenty anymore. Mary Ann is twenty two and Gilligan is twenty three!"

"Well, in my book they're still children." Mrs. Howell replied.

"Well I've never read from your books!" Ginger rolled her eyes.

"Oh Ginger you really should, you could learn plenty." Mrs. Howell said.

It was Mr. Howell's turn to roll his eyes. "Lovey, I think it best that you shush!" He turned to Ginger.

"Now what was it that you needed to talk about?" Mr. Howell was still oblivious to Ginger's plan.

"Well, about how we're going to get revenge of course!" Ginger smiled deviously.

Mr. Howell gulped. "What kind of revenge?"

"Oh Mr. Howell, we're not going to murder them! I'm not that mad." Ginger shook her head.

Mr. Howell relaxed again. "Oh good, because I don't think I could do such a rude thing."

"Thurston, I think she wants to make them feel bad is all." Mrs. Howell piped up.

"Exactly Mrs. Howell. We'll humiliate them to the point that they will have to tell us. It'll be like a game. We'll make them tell us first, and then we'll win their little game." Ginger smiled.

"Yes, but how are we going to humiliate them? Pranks are for children!" Mr. Howell scoffed.

"Who said anything about pranks? Surely you can do better than that!" Ginger pointed at him.

"Of course I can, I'm a Howell!" Mr. Howell replied with his usual comeback.

"Alright then Mr. Howell, tell me." Ginger crossed her arms.

"Tell you what?" Mr. Howell looked confused.

"What are you going to do. You are a Howell after all." Ginger smiled.

Mr. Howell nodded. "Yes, well..."

"Mr. Howell you don't have a clue do you?" Ginger asked.

"Not now, but I will! A Howell can always work up a plan after he's had time to think!" Mr. Howell wasn't giving up.

Ginger turned to Mrs. Howell. "You wouldn't happen to be clueless either?"

"Oh Ginger dear, don't ask." Mrs. Howell sighed.

Ginger thought for a moment. "We'll start out nicely. Not too viciously. We'll just hint around that we know something is up. And be sure to bring up the subject often. You know, like at dinner, you could say to Mary Ann--"

"Ah ha! I know exactly what you mean Ginger!" Mr. Howell exclaimed.

"Mr. Howell, I'm not finished.." Ginger said.

"You don't have to, I've got it all in my head now. No need to explain to a Howell!" Mr. Howell quickly got up and sauntered to his hut.

Ginger looked at Mrs. Howell. Mrs. Howell only shrugged in supply.

Ginger smiled. "See Mrs. Howell, we can play that game!"

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