Mr. Howell went off to his hut, Mrs. Howell close behind. As soon as Thurston entered the hut, he got his teddy bear and held it tight.
"Thurston, dear, what's wrong?" Mrs. Howell asked.
"We all have our role," Mr. Howell explained, "There's Gilligan, the Skipper too, the Millionaire, and his wife, the movie star, and the rest. Not millionaires, millionaire, not millionaire/professor, millionaire. And I'm that millionaire, me, me, me, me."
Lovey attempted to comfort her husband, "Thurston, the professor coming into money doesn't change anything. Besides, he might not be the only millionaire on the island. I'm sure stock in Ginger's films went up after she disappeared, and depending on how honest her agent is, she may also be a millionaire."
Instead of being comforted, Thurston just whimpered.
Eunice Wentworth Howell decided to get a little tough, "Thurston Howell the Third, you are a Howell. A Howell does not even give a nuevo riche entrepreneur who happened to got lucky the time of day. Thurston, put your head up and be a Howell!" Lovey commanded.
Thurston was immediately his old self. "Thank you my love, I don't know what I would do without you," Mr. Howell told his wife.
The next morning the castaways, sans Howells, were having a breakfast of fruit and coconut milk. The chatter was over the Professor's new-found wealth.
Ginger purred, "Professor, do you have plans on what you will do with the money when you get back?"
The Professor replied, "I will probably use it to do more research, and maybe endow a few scholarships."
Maryann jumped in with, "That's nice, tell me about your cousin."
The Professor smiled, "Rebecca is my maternal aunt's daughter. She's six years younger than I am. She studied pharmacy at UCLA. She's a very intelligent woman, a California girl all the way."
The Skipper said, "She was clever to get than Navy contract."
"Thanks to your friend," the Professor pointed out.
"Skipper knows a lot of important people," Gilligan contributed.
Mr. Howell walked up to the table and surprised everyone by saying, "Like me." Lovey was close behind her husband.
The Skipper made a face.
Mr. Howell said graciously, "Professor, I don't think I had the opportunity to congratulate you for your good fortune."
The Professor replied with, "Thank you Mr. Howell."
Mr. Howell went on, "That was ingenious of your cousin to keep the patent rights. My son can be almost as pigheaded as I am at times. But I know Rebecca was thinking of the best interests of you and your family when she refused Howell Industries' offer."
Maryann told Mr. Howell, "That was very nice."
Mr. Howell replied, "Thank you my dear, one thing I almost forgot… a Howell is a gentleman. My dear Lovey reminded me of that."
Mrs. Howell smiled at her husband.
The Skipper was still a little skeptical, "Mr. Howell is just trying to get his hands on that RHC1."
Mr. Howell replied, "One, its not like there is any RHC1 here, and Two, what would I do with it even if there was?"
All of the sudden the Professor got that look. The castaways knew to give him space. The wheels were turning. The professor had an idea.
"I think I can make RHC1 from materials found here on the island…." The Professor began.
The castaways didn't even ask the Professor what he was going to use the RHC1 for. They would get that soon enough. The six other passengers and crew of the ill fated Minnow knew that they were in for another adventure.