Mary Ann managed to make a special soup, made from fish, and planned to take a bowl in for the Professor and Miss Smith, if she was still capable of eating!

She glanced over and saw Gilligan come into her cooking area. She smiled at him, while ladling the soup.

"That was nice of you, Gilligan, to vote with the Professor and myself."

Alien Gilligan peered at the soup while answering.

"Well it just makes good sense. How are we surviving without proper vegetation on this island?"

Mary Ann raised a brow. That sentence sounded strange coming from Gilligan.

"Well it hasn't been easy. But you know the Professor is always working on something to keep us healthy around here."

"Yes, he does appear to be hard working...what kind of fish is that?"

Mary Ann shrugged.

"I don't know. It's just fish, I guess. Why?"

"On the other side of the island there are wild boars running about."

"I know. We caught one for Mr. Howell's birthday. But it just takes too much time to hunt them, I guess. Besides, I like sea food."

"And no one has any weaponry to shoot birds out of the sky?"

Mary Ann set down the ladle.

"Gilligan? Are you feeling alright?"

"Of course."

"Then why are you acting as if you don't know the answers to any of those questions? We don't have any guns. How would we kill something from the ground that flies?"

Mary Ann noted that Gilligan gave her an odd look, before taking her knife and leaving the hut! Curious, Mary Ann hurried after him!

"Gilligan? Gilligan, where are you going with that knife?"

Alien Gilligan stopped and turned to look at her.

"To kill something from the sky, of course."

Mary Ann stood stock still for a moment, as Gilligan moved on. Something WAS wrong with Gilligan! What he was suggesting was ridiculous! She needed to talk to the Professor!

Mary Ann turned and ran back towards the huts. She opened the bamboo door to the Professor's hut, just in time to see him drape a sheet over Miss Ericka Tiffany Smith! She gasped and put a hand over her mouth!

"Oh no!" she breathed.

The Professor turned away from the corpse and walked over to Mary Ann.

"You now understand how important it is for us to stay, don't you, Mary Ann?"

Mary Ann dragged her eyes off of the sheet and met the Professor's.

"Of course I do, Professor. But we've never had anyone die on the island!"

"I know. And now it's more important than ever, that we find out what Miss Smith and that man that came with her, ingested. I think she ate some poisonous berries."

"Okay, well, if that's what it was, then we know that it's not contagious, right?" Mary Ann asked.

"It might be. I don't know...I thought you understood why we have to stay? We have to know for sure that it was the berries! if we find them and test them..."

"Professor! Gilligan is acting more strangely than ever! There is a dead body over there! And for the first time I just want off of this island like Ginger! I'm sorry!" Mary Ann cried and turned to flee the hut.

But the Professor grabbed her around the waist and turned her back to him!

"I would never let anything happen to you, Mary Ann. Not you."

Mary Ann suddenly stared into the Professor's eyes and saw a needful urge within them. Her lips suddenly closed around his, while he practically welded her to him, returning her kisses fervently.

The Professor reached under Mary Ann's short, orange dress and pulled off her underwear, then moved backwards quickly to seat himself on a chair. He undid his pants and his throbbing member revealed itself.

Mary Ann carefully impaled herself upon his thick penetration and the Professor's lips claimed hers again hungrily. Mary Ann slowly moved up and down upon his member, while the Professor cupped her buttocks.

It was then that the Skipper looked in the window.

His mouth dropped open and he watched the Professor and Mary Ann make love in a slow and languid fashion, all a few feet away from a body covered by a sheet! What the hell?!

Suddenly, Ginger pulled Skipper away from the window!

"What are you doing?" she asked in a scolding manner.

"Did you see that? All of this talk about wanting to stay behind for mankind...how long was Miss Smith dead in there? That's sick!"

Ginger wasn't that pleased either, since it was now clear that the Professor had fucked Mary Ann for her vote! Two could play that game...

She wrapped her arms around the Skipper's neck.

"We need to leave, Skipper. The Professor and Mary Ann want to stay on this island so they can have wanton sex with on another. Let's leave them. Be on my side, Skipper and let's just leave them."

And with that, Ginger placed a small kiss on the Skipper's mouth. His eyes widened with surprise as her lips left his, and his hat fell off! She pulled his hand and lead him to her hut, where once inside, she hurried to the mirror dresser, sat on it and pulled up her evening dress slowly...

Yes, Skipper thought, they sure as hell would be leaving now! He joined Ginger by the mirror dresser, dropped his pants and yanked her legs open. Skipper then entered Ginger forcefully and soon began making furious love to her, thrusting with a tempo akin to a washing machine! Ginger smiled throughout the whole encounter. They would be leaving this island by tonight, for sure!


The Howells had rested in their hut briefly, before taking a nice, leisurely walk on the island. It was as they were walking, that they discovered something odd...

A dead head hunter in the path. He was just lying there with some sort of red stuff smeared around his mouth.

"Lovie, get back, for the love of God!" Thurston cried. Alien Gilligan, who had thrown the knife up into the air twice, and brought down pheasants with it, came up to them from another direction carrying the food.

He recognized the head hunter as one of his guards at the cave. Uh oh...

"Gilligan, wherever did you find those birds?" Lovie asked, her eyes sparkling.

Alien Gilligan shoved the pheasants at the Howell's.

"Take them back for dinner. I'm going to see if I can find out where this head hunter came from." Alien Gilligan told them. He then hurried off and Lovie barely noticed she was ruining her good outfit with dead pheasant.

"Thurston! We can't let him go off alone and face head hunters!"

"Darling, he has some sort of super strength now. He'll be fine. But maybe we'd better tell the Captain and the Professor."

Meanwhile, Alien Gilligan returned to the cave and found the other head hunter in a state of decay with berry juice smeared around his mouth. He was growling and gurgling. Alien Gilligan figured the one back on the path, would quickly become like this one.

He tore the head off of the headhunter zombie, then looked in the cave. Just as he feared! The real Gilligan was gone. He was probably on his way back towards the huts to tell everyone that there were two Gilligans running around.


Alien Gilligan couldn't have been more wrong.

The real Gilligan, naked without his real clothing and not about to continue wearing that hazmat suit, found the space ship. It was now on land. And the aliens inside, thinking that Gilligan was THEIR Gilligan, opened the door to the ship for him to come inside.

Gilligan, being the curious soul he was, stepped in...

Meanwhile, Alien Gilligan returned to the hut area, just as Skipper and Ginger emerged from her hut and joined the Howell's, who were looking over the pheasants. Skipper looked over at Alien Gilligan.

"You shot these out of the sky, little buddy? With what?"

Ginger smirked. Probably with one of Mary Ann's hair rubberbands.

Alien Gilligan decided to stay calm. It didn't appear as if the real Gilligan had come this way. He would've been back by now if he had.

"I used skill," Gilligan said, "did Mr. and Mrs. Howell tell you about the head hunter?"

Skipper and Ginger now looked at the Howell's.

"What head hunter?" Skipper asked.

While the others were conversing, back in the Professor's hut, Professor and Mary Ann corrected their dress and looked at one another awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, Mary Ann. I should've never gotten carried away like that."

Mary Ann took a deep breath.

"It wasn't your fault, Professor. I was upset. I think we just..."

"Needed to relieve the tension." Professor finished for her. "I think we need to tell the others about Miss Smith."

Mary Ann nodded in agreement and they both left the hut. When they stepped outside, Mary Ann noted that Skipper gave them both withering looks. What was wrong with him?

"Professor," Thurston called out, "we found a dead head hunter in the jungle. He looked as if he ate bad fruit or something."

"Berries. Where is he?" Professor asked.

"I can take you to him. I think he's actually dead though." Thurston told him.

Professor looked from Thurston to Skipper.

"Skipper, Gilligan, we should take the hazmat suits and go look for this head hunter. I can study him..."

"Actually," Ginger interrupted blithely, "I think it's time to take a vote again."

Professor glanced at Mary Ann, who frowned at Ginger.

"You want to take another vote? Now?" Professor asked, puzzled.

"I think now is the perfect time," Ginger continued, "who votes for leaving the island in the late Miss Smith's boat, raise your hands?"

"She actually died?" Lovie asked, shrugging.

"Well it was bound to happen, dear. You saw how she looked. She certainly couldn't have faced our friends at the country club." Thurston noted.

The Skipper raised his hand along with Ginger, and the Howells. Professor folded his arms and looked at Skipper.

"Skipper? What changed your mind? I thought you cared about humanity as much as I?"

"I know what you care more about, Professor," Skipper sniffed, flicking a glance Mary Ann's way, "but I realized Ginger had a point. Miss Smith is dead and there is nothing we can do for her. This illness is out of our league. Let's get back to civilization and let some more qualified people deal with this bug."

Mary Ann moved away from the Professor and walked up to Ginger.

"How did you get the Skipper to change his mind?"

"The same way the Professor changed yours." Ginger said blithely.

Alien Gilligan had had enough of their squabbling. He eased away from the group and hurried through the jungle until he found the spot at the lagoon, where the tell tale boat was. He then waved his hand over it and it disappeared!

There would be no more voting and no more talk of leaving the island. But Alien Gilligan's power play would also have the castaways at one another's throats, as each one accused someone of stealing the boat and hiding it.