The Professor found masks and hazmat looking suits, to search for the missing Miss Smith in. As he, Skipper and Gilligan ventured off, the Howell's retired to their hut. Mary Ann and Ginger were left to wonder about how all of this could've suddenly happened.
"So she went to the mainland, gave those stupid coordinates and then returned here?" Ginger asked, now confused. "Why? Why would she keep us from getting rescued like that?"
Mary Ann glanced at the Howell's hut, before speaking.
"Remember that she wanted to build a hotel here. Maybe she lied just so that no one else could buy the island?" Mary Ann guessed in a low tone.
"Maybe," Ginger answered, "but I still don't agree with the Professor. I mean think about it, Mary Ann! That woman probably brought something back from wherever she was, not the reverse! We've been living here awhile now. None of us have ever been diseased. AND, no one that has left here, has ever returned. Ericka Tiffany Smith leaves us, returns and is now wandering around sick. I say we get in her boat, go back to wherever she did NOT, and we'll be fine! We can send help back for her."
Mary Ann sighed.
"That does make sense."
"Of course it makes sense! But the Professor doesn't seem to be in a listening mood."
"I think," Mary Ann said, "that the Professor doesn't think we know what we're talking about. He doesn't mean any harm, but..."
"He knows it all. I get that. But he is wrong in this case. I think we ought to take our chances. I'm going to talk to the Skipper about this. Maybe if we all kind of presented our case together, the Professor might relent."
Meanwhile, Thurston could hear the girls conversation from his window. He turned to Lovie.
"Lovie, we need to find that boat of Ericka Tiffany Smith's!"
"Why?" Lovie asked. She was sitting before her mirror, gently brushing her hair.
"Because the Professor is just wrong here! We can't let this opportunity to leave this island, once and for all, slip through out fingers! Let's get packed!"
Lovie now set down her hairbrush and turned to face her husband.
"So you're saying WE should just leave?"
"We will send back help, Lovie! But I listened to the women talking about it. Ginger would be on board, yes. But Mary Ann, the Skipper and Gilligan are up in the air. And I don't want to stay around here and try and convince them that we're right! We have a boat, darling! A boat!"
Lovie nodded.
"You do make sense, darling. Alright. I'll pack. But if we do this, who will carry our luggage down to the lagoon? Ginger?"
"Darling," Thurston said in a low voice, "we're going to be sneaking off. We'll have to take very little. Then when we send help for the others, they can retrieve the rest of our things."
Lovie nodded again. That made sense.
So far, the Professor, Skipper and Gilligan, had found no sign of Ericka Tiffany Smith. Gilligan took off his hot hazmat suit and sat on a boulder. The Skipper took off his suit as well, while still standing.
"Professor, we've been combing the area now for an hour. There's no sign of her."
The Professor took off his hazmat hood.
"I know. And my fear is that Miss Smith has already perished. We could now very well be looking for her body."
The Skipper looked stricken, but said nothing. He looked at Gilligan.
"Come on, little buddy. If Miss Smith is dead, we have to find her and give her a proper burial."
"Eye, eye, sir!" Gilligan answered. The Professor and Skipper put their suits back on and headed off again. Gilligan was about to, when the alien that looks like Gilligan, snuck up behind him, placed a hard hand over his mouth and kept it there until Gilligan passed out. He then picked his look alike up and threw him over his shoulder. There was a nice cave nearby that he could keep this human in, until this assignment was over. But the sooner he switched places with 'Gilligan', the better...
Ten minutes later, Alien Gilligan was dressed in his trademark clothes. He left the real Gilligan in the hazmat suit, not realizing he had made a faux pas already. He then hurried to join the Professor and Skipper.
When he caught up with them, the Professor took off his hood in annoyance!
"Gilligan! Where is your suit? Go back and put it on!"
The Skipper was about to rebuke Gilligan as well, when his eyes widened! He pulled off his hood as well!
"Prof...Prof...Gilligan, WATCH OUT!"
Miss Ericka Tiffany Smith's rotting body, came teetering towards the men! She was snarling wildly, while still wearing a designer suit, that was hardly recognizable in color. She leaped for Alien Gilligan and sank her teeth into his shoulder!
It did not hurt him, but Gilligan knew that it SHOULD. He cried out in pain, knowing that was what a human would do.
"GILLIGAN!" the Skipper now screamed. The Professor pulled out a net of sorts and put it over Miss Ericka Tiffany Smith. The net also had a long stick at the end.
"Skipper, get Gilligan back to my hut. I'll bring Miss Smith back as well."
"Professor, are you kidding me?! Let's put her out of her mercy and make sure Gilligan doesn't get whatever she has!"
"Just go, Skipper!" the Professor yelled. The Skipper grabbed Gilligan's arm and gently helped him back towards the hut area. Once they left, the Professor kneeled down to peer at Miss Smith, who was still snarling and hissing. He noticed something around her mouth.
It looked like smeared berries of some sort. Maybe it was a clue.
Alien Gilligan ignored the Skipper's tirade.
"What were you thinking, coming after us without that suit on? She couldn't have gotten a good chunk of your shoulder like that, if you had had it on!
They were about to enter the clearing, when screams were heard! The Skipper let go of Gilligan and hurried ahead. Alien Gilligan followed...
The sailor that had driven Miss Ericka Tiffany Smith to and from the island, was in the same sort of decay as she was! And he had Ginger by the hair!
Skipper threw himself at the thing, knocking it away from Ginger! It fell near the Professor's hut. Ginger ran into the Skipper's arms as the thing got up and lunged towards Mary Ann!
Alien Gilligan blocked it's way, then threw it! Everyone saw the thing go sailing into the jungle.
They then all looked at 'Gilligan'.
"Little buddy...what... the...it must be that wound!" the Skipper breathed, still hanging on to Ginger. The Howells, who had been hiding in their hut, ventured out.
"What's going on?" Thurston asked innocently. He didn't mean to be a coward, but he did have Lovie to think of.
The Professor added to the melee, by bringing Ericka Tiffany Smith, by net, into the area. The Skipper, Ginger and the Howells moved to see what was going on. But Mary Ann turned from it. This was just so awful! There were two infected people on this island, they had a boat and could leave and...
Alien Gilligan moved closer to the dark haired human, who he had taken an instant liking to-when he had been studying her from space.
"Mary Ann? Are you alright?"
Mary Ann turned to him. She looked him over.
"I thought the Skipper said you were hurt? I don't see a wound?"
"I am fine. It was barely a scratch."
Mary Ann smiled warmly at him.
"I'm glad."
"Let's join the others." Alien Gilligan suggested.
"I don't' know. I'm sick to my stomach over all of this."
"It will be alright." Alien Gilligan assured her. "I will not let anything happen to you."
Mary Ann smiled wanly at his words. Alien Gilligan slipped an arm around this human's tiny waist, then moved closer with her towards the thing in the net.
"Gilligan threw the other one into the jungle!" Ginger breathed. "Skipper said he was infected!"
The Professor frowned when he looked over at Gilligan and Mary Ann. He noted the rather presumptory hold Gilligan had around Mary Ann's waist.
"Gilligan, you should not be touching anyone until we know what's happening."
"Professor," Mary Ann said, "there is no wound on Gilligan. He looks fine."
The Professor looked at the Skipper, who then eyed Gilligan.
"Mary Ann," the Skipper said, "we saw Miss Smith bite Gilligan in the shoulder..."
Suddenly, the Skipper stopped talking. Mary Ann WAS right! There didn't appear to be any wound at all! He walked over to Gilligan.
"She took a chunk out of you! Now it doesn't look as if anything is there!"
Alien Gilligan let go of Mary Ann to deal with the Professor and Skipper's poking and prodding of his person.
"I am fine. I don't know why."
The Professor frowned.
"But you threw a man?"
"Yes," Ginger said, "another thing that looks like HER! He's got a sailor hat on."
"He's still out there Professor," Thurston warned, "maybe he should be captured as well."
The Skipper looked at Gilligan, then the Professor.
"Howell is right. And we don't know how long Gilligan's super strength will last. Let's hunt this second one down and if he gives us any trouble, my little buddy here can deal with him."
The Professor looked at Gilligan.
"Are you feeling up to it, Gilligan?"
"I am fine," Gilligan repeated, his eyes moving from the Skipper and the Professor, to Mary Ann, "but the women should not be left here unprotected."
The Skipper had to agree, and rarely did he agree with anything Gilligan said or did. And he hadn't appreciated seeing Ginger manhandled in that fashion. If they hadn't come back when they did, Ginger could've ended up like Ericka Tiffany Smith under that net there!
"Professor, Gilligan and I will find that other one. You need to subdue Miss Smith and find out why she's in that condition. Maybe the girls and the Howells can look out for one another while we're gone."
"Everyone will be fine. Just find that other one and bring him back here." Professor said.
The Skipper frowned and glanced at Gilligan, who spoke.
"Why would we bring him back here?" Alien Gilligan asked.
"For research, Gilligan. You have some sort of super human strength after being bitten my Miss Smith. Miss Smith and this other man, are in a state of decay. I saw some sort of berry debris around Miss Smith's mouth. They have eaten something that we need to stay away from."
Gilligan turned and walked off into the jungle. The Skipper looked confused, smiled apologetically at the Professor and the others, before hurrying after his first mate.
"Gilligan! Gilligan, why did you walk away like that?"
Alien Gilligan stopped suddenly and peered at the Skipper.
"Does it make ANY sense to you, that we bring that thing back alive? I have no intention of doing so. When I find it, I will kill it."
The Skipper was about to argue and order Gilligan to do as the Professor asked, but in his heart, he actually agreed with his little buddy. He didn't want TWO of those things back near their living area either. Maybe they would just say they accidentally found him dead out in the jungle somewhere.
