DIAMONDS ARE AN APE'S BEST FRIEND
Jonas Grumby, also known as "the Skipper," grabbed and hugged his first mate Willy, known to everyone as "Gilligan."
He couldn't help but gag, though, at the very strong smell still emitting from his young friend's shirt. "Oh God, Gilligan! You are still reeking of that perfume!" he moaned, letting go, and Gilligan fell to the ground. The Skipper started coughing as Gilligan stood up.
Mrs. Howell ran up at that point, but instead of hugging Gilligan, she sniffed at him. "Oh, Gilligan! You've wasted all of my beautiful perfume on that dreadfully tacky shirt!" she scolded.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Howell. I can try and squeeze some out on to you…" the first mate offered, and the rich woman looked appalled.
"Oh Gilligan! First that brute of a monkey abducts me, all because of my perfume, then it's dumped on a... HIM!" she exclaimed, furiously.
Mr. Howell quickly hurried over and hugged his wife throwing his arms around her shoulders. "It's all right, Lovey dear, I shall buy you more when we get back," he said to soothe her, but the woman was not to be calmed down.
She snapped her fingers at Gilligan. "Off! I want that shirt, off, now!" she said, and Gilligan couldn't take it off fast enough. He doubted a thousand scrubbings could make it smell normal again. He cringed at what his brother would say, but it couldn't be worse than a scorned rich woman.
"Oh, my beautiful sweet perfume; soiled on this... rag of a shirt!" Mrs. Howell was walking back, muttering to herself. Mr. Howell hurried after her, unsure of what to say.
"Lovey, wait!" he called, but Mrs. Howell wasn't listening to him.
"Wow! I think I was safer with the gorilla, he may be furry, but at least he didn't yell!" Gilligan said, folding his arms over his incredibly white, thin chest.
"Yeah, I think I've got another of your shirts in the hut, Gilligan," Skipper answered. He shook his head at the disappearing couple.
"Okay, Skipper," Gilligan replied, and started to follow the rich couple, but then he stopped and turned back. "Hey Mary Ann, uh... sorry about your flowers… the gorilla's new girlfriend likes them, though," he said sheepishly, and Mary Ann smiled. She forgot about the bouquet the gorilla snatched from her.
"That's okay, Gilligan. I'm just relieved that you and Mrs. Howell are safe. If you can get your shirt back, I can try and get the smell off," she answered, and Gilligan shook his head.
"Let her keep it. I don't think she was mad at me, I think she was so scared of the gorilla that she needed to take it out on someone," he answered, to everyone's surprise.
"That is a good theory, I shall do a complete scan of her later, when she calms down," the Professor said.
"Why don't we collect her some flowers, then, Mary Ann? It might take her mind off the gorilla and her perfume that Gilligan wasted," Ginger suggested, and the two women hurried off.
"I think we should collect fruit and catch some fish. A big meal could also help lift her spirits," Skipper said to the other two, and both men agreed.
"I'll collect the fruit, Skipper," Gilligan volunteered, and the Skipper nodded. The first mate was then left alone and he pulled a book from his pocket.
Dear Diary,
I thoght this plac was empty? A big gorella came out and took Mrs Howell broach then he tooks her. Prafeser figured out it was the smeels of her parfum that made it crazy. I acidently spilled it all overs me. The gorellla tooks me then and gaves me flowers he gotted from Mary Ann. luckely I gotted away when he founded a gorella girly freind. Mrs Howell tooked my shirt tho.
Gilligan