PHYSICAL FATNESS
"Hey Skipper? Skipper? SKIPPER!" Gilligan called out from where he stood.
"What is it now, Gilligan?"
"I'm getting dizzy," he complained.
"Well who's fault it that?" Skipper questioned him.
"Yours!" Gilligan answered.
"Mine!? Gilligan, you ate the Professor's dye!"
"Because you said I was underweight! I only made myself eat till I almost threw up because I want work with you when we get off this island," Gilligan shouted.
Skipper felt a twinge of guilt.
"How long are you going to keep him up there?" The Skipper turned to a new voice behind him.
"How long will that stuff last, Professor?" he answered.
The scientist shrugged. "I'm not sure. I suppose until it works its way through his system. I suppose it is my fault as well - I left the bowl next to Gilligan - I should have warned him," he answered, trying to keep his voice down, but Gilligan was turning more slowly, to hear the other men.
"See! It's not all my fault" he called down.
"Turn, Gilligan," the Skipper ordered.
Sticking his tongue out at him, Gilligan kept rotating. "I'm still getting dizzy, Skipper," he complained again.
"I don't think this is working, Professor," Skipper whispered, so Gilligan wouldn't hear.
"I suppose not. I'll try and work on something to dilute the dye so Gilligan can get down. Have him keep at it until I return," the Professor whispered back, and then disappeared.
XXX
It was two hours later when Gilligan was finally told to climb down and drink a foul tasting glass of liquid, which neutralized the dye, leaving Gilligan's body glowing only slightly.
"That will have to do," the Professor sighed. The dye should wear off all together very soon; it's non-toxic, so you should be fine."
"Oh good! Does that mean it's not poison?"
"Yes, Gilligan, now get to bed," the Professor answered, and Gilligan tipped his hat and ran off.
"I suppose were stuck here, still," the Skipper sulked as he followed the Professor back to the huts.
Neither of them saw or heard the airplane that passed overhead a minute later…
Gilligan was in new shirt and pants writing when Skipper showed up. "Sorry, Skipper, for blaming you, it was my fault," Gilligan said quickly.
"Forget it, little buddy. You were up there for three hours - we just weren't meant to be rescued. Now blow out that candle and go to bed," Skipper said, and climbed into his hammock.
Gilligan nodded as he finished writing.
Dear Diary,
Wwat a day, Skipper had to diet and I had to gane wait. I ended up eaten die that prafeser made to get us rescud, by mistak. Some shiny junk. It tasted awfil.
Gilligan
He blew out the candle and settled down to sleep.