A/N: I do not own Frank Sinatra, nor the Beach Boys, nor anything by the Gershwin brothers. The are used solely for the flavor and flow of this story. I do not own them, or intend to own them by any means.

Later on, Mary Ann was walking by the huts, when suddenly, she heard singing.

"It's up to you, New York,

Neeeeew Yooooooork!"

"Professor? Are you singing Frank Sinatra?" Mary Ann asked in shock.

"Oh, Mary Ann! I, er, um, yeah. Something wrong?"

"No, no, Professor. I have no problem with Frank Sinatra, but wow! I didn't know you could sing like, well, like that."

"I can sing the Beach Boys, too. Don't you just adore my wonderful voice?"

"Um, that's not exactly what I meant," replied Mary Ann.

"Well, what do the larynxes of the Beach Boys and Frank Sinatra have that I do not?"

"Good vibrations," said Mary Ann, as Gilligan laughed from behind the hut.

"Quite amusing. Did you hear something, Mary Ann?"

"No, nothing other than Frank Sinatra."

"Alright, alright. So, why did you stop by?" he asked.

"No reason, really. I'm just stressed out right now; too many problems I have, I guess. I just can't believe Skipper would knock himself out with a coconut, right out of the ingredients I had ready for my coconut cream pie!"

"Of course, the infamous coconut cream pie. Are we having that tonight?" Professor asked, as Gilligan drooled just thinking about Mary Ann's pies.

"Actually, I made it for someone in particular this time."

"Really? Please, go on."

"I made it for Gilligan," she explained. The Professor's mouth hung wide open in disbelief, as Gilligan almost lost all contact with reality.

"Mary Ann, my dear, I think your problems are worse than you think," the Professor stated.

"Oh, shut up," said Mary Ann, as the Professor started laughing hysterically.

"Okay," said the Professor, between laughs, "Okay, I'm sorry. Really sorry!"

"Ahem, you're not helping..."

"Hmm... how long has Gilligan not been able to process your messages?"

"A good guess would be since Frank Sinatra first sang 'New York, New York.'"

"Nicely done. Well, I don't know. I've been trying to figure Gilligan out for a very long time. Mary Ann, I've approached him with almost all my methods of psychology."

"You used psychology on him?"

"That's right. Maybe you should give it a try. It just might work better for you, than it did for me."

"Then maybe I will!" said Mary Ann, playfully.

"And maybe you won't!" answered the Professor in the same tone.

"Won't I?"

"You see, I just used some psychology on you."

"Alright, thanks a lot, Freud Sinatra."

"Ha ha..." he laughed sarcastically.

"You're so easy to get along with," laughed Mary Ann. "Okay, here goes!" she declared, while leaving.

"Good luck!" encouraged the Professor, as she left. He went back to his work, which included examining a map of the island he created, and marking the places where some of the castaways had already searched for Skipper's hat. However, he just couldn't concentrate. All he could think about was Mary Ann, and what she had said. She preferred Gilligan over him! Something didn't seem right.

Then, he caught himself thinking. Since when did Mary Ann matter to him so much? Everything seemed perfectly clear to him.