ST. GILLIGAN AND THE DRAGON

"Isn't this great, Skipper? Now we can make more clothes and we can make curtains…" Gilligan said, proud of his good idea. At least, he thought it was a good idea. One look at the men made him ease himself away from their looks.

"Gilligan! When I get my hands on you" Skipper said through gritted teeth. He chased Gilligan a little way, waving his hat in anger.

"Of all the dumb things…" he called out as Gilligan ran off, too fast for his big buddy.

He had dropped a piece of the cloth, and Skipper snatched it up and muttered as he returned to the Professor.

"He was just trying to help, Skipper," the Professor said, and the Skipper nodded as he sat down.

"Yeah, that's all he ever does. I don't want curtains, though," the Skipper answered.

Gilligan raced all the way to the lagoon and knocked the clothesline down.

"Oh, Gilligan! I just finished washing those clothes!" Mary Ann shrieked.

"Sorry Mary Ann. But, hey, I cut up the balloon to make clothes with, so now you might not have to wash as often," Gilligan apologized.

To his delight, Mary Ann smiled. "That's wonderful! I'll start working on them!"

"Yeah? The Skipper didn't think so."

"That's just the way he is."

"I sure am glad you girls are back. We sure do need each other - I mean you girls need us to protect you, and we..." Gilligan said but stopped when he saw Mary Ann frowning.

"Protection? Ha! I wasn't scared of that old balloon," Mary Ann defended herself, and Gilligan had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

"What's going on? Why is the laundry on the sand?" Ginger asked, as she came to join the two.

"Gilligan knocked it down," Mary Ann then turned to her room mate. "He thinks we need the men to protect us. I wasn't scared, were you?" she asked, and Ginger laughed.

"Of course not, I was ready to beat it! I didn't want to completely destroy my nails," Ginger lied.

"Okay, if you girls say so, I believe you two," Gilligan said, still trying to keep from laughing.

"Gilligan!" The three were interrupted as the Professor and Skipper joined them. "Little buddy, I'm sorry, are we interrupting something?" Skipper asked, as he saw the two girl's deep frowns.

"Gilligan thinks we needed you to protect us, but Ginger and I weren't scared of that silly balloon," Mary Ann spoke up.

"Of course not. Ladies, we're just glad you're back! If anything, we need you more than you needed us," Skipper answered with a straight face. Gilligan raised a brow, but at a hard nudge by the Professor and Skipper's elbows, he nodded.

"Oh yeah! We were horrible cooks, and I stink at laundry," he agreed.

The girls smiled. "Well, I guess that's better. Come on, Mary Ann - I'll help you with the laundry," Ginger said, and the three men hurried away. Mary Ann quickly grabbed Ginger's hand. "Come on, lets follow them," she said, and Ginger nodded.

When they were a safe distance away, the three men burst into laughter.

"I knew you were joking! Those silly girls raced at us like scaredy-cats," Gilligan said, unaware the girls had followed them.

"Scared, huh, Gilligan? Don't forget we gave you two 'monsters' a good beating before!" Ginger said, stepping into view with Mary Ann, glaring at the three. The two girls had picked up big sticks and were looking at the men with fierce looks, and the men backed away.

"Now, ladies, let's put this silly behavior behind us! We're friends right?" the Professor said calmly, though his knees were shaking and he was sweating.

"Are we, Mary Ann?" Ginger asked.

"Are you what, Ginger?" Mrs. Howell asked, intrigued, as she and her husband joined the group.

"Are we their friends, Mrs. Howell? The men seem to believe we were scared of that silly balloon," Ginger answered, and Mrs. Howell picked up a stick.

"Is that so?" she asked, and her husband backed away with the other men.

"Lovey, darling, be reasonable," he pleaded, but the girls took slow steps with the fierce looks they held earlier and all four men raced off.

The girls laughed as soon as they were out of sight. "Now, we should be getting more respect! Well done, ladies!" Mary Ann said, and high-fived her friends.

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The three women kept up the charade all through dinner, making sure to give the men small portions, as well as the silent treatment. The men soon were groveling for mercy and the ladies smiled fondly at them. The fight was over. Or was it?

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That night, when Gilligan snuck out to write he peered in on the women and shook his head unable to believe how silly they had all been.

Dear Diary,

The gerls and mrs Howell are crzy. they went off a wile clameng we dont trete them rite, I wasnt even suer how we wer suposed to trete them. it sur is hard doing all the stuf they do, I made holes in the clothis and mr howell burnd diner, prafesor cant so good. I think we all dremed of them, lest I now I did, I was madodor the girls luved me. Im glad ther bak tho, they sur hit us hard, we tride to scare them bein monstars but then girls got scarred of a balon but I killded it, I thinks well have lots of clothis now diary.

Gilligan