As Mary Ann walked upon the shorelines of the island they were all stranded on, she couldn't help but notice the many different seashells lying on the sand. "Well, we didn't have these in Kansas," said Mary Ann, sitting down on the sand, looking at them.

"You didn't?" asked Gilligan, from behind her.

"Nope. Just lots and lots of farmland, and-" Mary Ann stopped talking, as slow realization told her that she was not talking to herself anymore.

"Didn't it ever get boring for you?" questioned Gilligan.

"I suppose it did, but now with this whole 'shipwrecked' thing, I guess I'll never be bored," said Mary Ann, giggling.

"Yeah, same here. You know you remind me of someone?"

"Really? Who?" asked Mary Ann, hoping not to hear a litany on Gilligan's old girlfriends. Did he have a girlfriend ever before?

"Well, promise not to laugh?"

"Promise."

"You remind me of Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz."

Mary Ann began to laugh.

"Hey, you promised."

"Well, it's a funny thing," began Mary Ann, between laughs. "I've pictured myself a lot like that, too. I guess I'm not alone on that one."

"Alone? You shouldn't be alone. You need more pals."

"Actually, I was alone."

"Oh, okay, sorry," said Gilligan, getting up.

"No, no, come on and sit down again. I don't mind you."

"You don't?"

"Of course not, Gilligan."

"Wow, you're the first person that's ever said that to me," said Gilligan, blushing.

"Aww, you're kidding," said Mary Ann, giving him a playful shove.

Gilligan was petrified. "MARY ANN TOUCHED ME!" screamed his thoughts. "WOO-HOO!" his thought cheered.

"Well, I, um, gotta go. See you later, Mary Ann," said Gilligan, quickly getting up.

"But Gilligan, I..." started Mary Ann, but by the time she shouted for him, he was half-way down the lagoon.

"Darn, I knew he didn't like me," Mary Ann said, after telling the whole story to Ginger.

"Well, Mary Ann, I think you scared him."

"Me!"

"Yes, you."

"But you're the one who vamps people!"

"So?" asked Ginger.

"Hey, do you think I should give him a pie?"

"Definitely!" agreed Ginger.

"Alright!" said Mary Ann, gleefully. "Now, when and where?"

"Now, and in the kisser."

"Ginger!"

"Well, he walked away, didn't he?"
"You're not helping..." warned Mary Ann.

"Oh, I'll think of something. Right now, I'm thinking of something else."

"The Professor?" hinted Mary Ann.

"Him, too. Poor guy."

"What happened?"

"Well, Skipper's been traumatic about the fact that he lost his hat. The poor Professor is devising a list of scientific methods which may lead to finding the hat. Did you know we might have to take blood tests?"

"Blood tests!" Marry Ann shivered at the thought.

"Professor, Gilligan, Skipper, it's too much for me right now."

"Men," they said at the same time, while rolling their eyes.