3-VOODOO SOMETHING TO ME

Islands can be very tricky.

For the young man in his white cap, wearing his brother's red shirt, the island was very tricky and mean. He was getting used to living in a hut now, it being almost a week since they were marooned. Willy Gilligan crept out of his hammock and out of the hut. He had it down to a science now so he wouldn't wake up the Skipper.

Outside, a small monkey was sitting on their bamboo table.

"Hey there, little guy! You sure caused trouble today," Gilligan greeted the primate. The monkey grinned, and quick as a flash of lighting, he ran to the first mate and took his diary from him.

"Hey! That's mine! Give it back, you little thief!" Gilligan whispered loudly, getting annoyed. "Didn't you hear me tell you the trouble you caused? Taking my clothes? The Skipper was convinced you were me," he went on, but talking to the monkey was like talking to a two-year-old.

"Come on little pal, you don't want to hurt your new friend, Gilligan?" Gilligan asked the monkey as he jumped into a banana tree. The monkey blew a raspberry at him. Gilligan grabbed the tree to hoist himself up, and was met with a banana in his face. The monkey jumped from the tree, taking Gilligan's hat with him. "Hey, you rotten little thief! I'm not playing with you, anymore!" Gilligan was yelling now, forgetting about the other sleeping castaways.

"Gilligan? What in the world are you doing out there? When I get my hands on you..." Skipper bellowed, and Gilligan winced.

To his surprise, the monkey, now wearing his hat, threw Gilligan's diary over to him and bounded toward the Skipper, throwing himself on the Skipper's back as the angry captain stormed out of the hut.

"You again! You're not Gilligan, are you?" the Skipper asked, and grabbed the monkey's hairy arm. The monkey blew a raspberry at him, getting the Skipper wet with spit.

"Gilligan, where are you?" the Skipper bellowed again, dropping the monkey, who jumped up on the Skipper again, piggyback style.

Then the Skipper suddenly had an idea. "There you are, little buddy! Let's get you back, so we don't wake the others," Skipper said gently, patting his back.

"Skipper!" Gilligan, still standing by the tree, saw what was happening. The captain saw him, but decided to ignore him.

"Yes, little buddy, I am the Skipper! Now go to bed, will ya, Gilligan?" the Skipper said, opening the hut door. He looked back to make sure Gilligan was still watching, and then placed the monkey in his hammock.

"Good night, Gilligan," he told the monkey, and closed the hut door.

Gilligan picked up his diary, and went to the door, knocking a few times before the hut door opened. "That's not funny, Skipper," Gilligan said, and the Skipper smiled. He held up a finger and then went back inside. Coming back to the doorway, he tossed Gilligan a blanket.

"Here you go, boy, I've already got a roommate — sorry," Skipper said, and with a chuckle and a small wave, he closed the hut door on Gilligan.

"He isn't me, Skipper! There's no voodoo — like the professor said!"

"He's messing with you Gilligan. You can sleep in my hut, but I need sleep now." The Professor had come out, looking annoyed as well. Gilligan smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, Professor. I have to get my candle first. The monkey tossed it somewhere," he lied quickly.

"Fine. Just do it quietly! The girls and the Howells are still asleep," he answered, and without another word, went back in his hut.

Gilligan sat at the table by the bananas, and opened his diary:

"Dear Diary,

this island is wierd. Skipper says its voodoo. I think its the island pleyeng tricks on us. I found a monkey today and its now sleep in my hamock. this island is driven me crzy. i better go to prafesar hut befor he gets mad. hop we get off soon.

Gilligan

Closing the little book, he grabbed his blanket quickly, and ran to the Professor's hut, sticking his tongue at the hut that belonged to him and the Skipper on the way.