THE LITTLE DICTATOR
Some things just aren't meant to work out. This was apparent, since their latest crazy visitor was crazy to the rest of the world now.
"Okay, everyone repeat after me: Buenos notches, Good Night," Gilligan said. Then with a sigh, and a bummed out look that matched his six companions, he sat down on the ground, wrapping his skinny arms around his legs.
"Buenos notches, I'd rather study 'Buenos Dias,' or any other way to say hello as long as is to a sailor on a ship," Ginger grumbled.
Professor Roy Hinkley smacked the chalk board he had been writing on with his hand.
"Here I was, positive we'd be rescued! I apologize, everyone, for getting our hopes up again," he said, his back turned to his friends.
Mary Ann got up quickly and went to him. She placed her left hand on his shoulder and he turned around and looked at her.
"No one blames you, Professor. We all hope to get off the island! At least this time our visitor let someone know out there that we were here," she told him. The two walked over to the group together as Mary Ann put her arm around his waist.
"Oh, thank you for those words of wisdom, Mary Poppins! Let's face it, no one believed our crazy dictator," Ginger said, scowling at her room mate.
"Well, excuse me, Ginger for trying to help," Mary Ann shot back, hurt and offended by the red head's tone.
"All right, settle ladies, no need to fight," Skipper said calmly.
Ginger rolled her eyes. She then turned to the Skipper. "I just want off this dumb island," she said, and stormed off - back toward camp.
"Thurston, if we are not going to be rescued, we should change clothes to something more appropriate," Lovey Howell whispered to her husband, and the two disappeared, following the angry red headed movie star.
The Skipper watched them leave and sighed. "Mary Ann is right, Professor, don't blame yourself. If anything I'm to blame for landing us here," he said. He sighed another deep heavy sigh and put his head in his hands. Taking off his cap, he wiped his brow and swept his hands over his hair.
"Skipper…" Gilligan started softly, standing up. He joined the Professor and Mary Ann.
"Come on Gilligan, we better go catch some fish," Skipper answered. His voice, though, was soft - nothing like the booming, commanding voice Gilligan was used to.
Gilligan nodded but held back till his buddy was a couple feet away.
"You all right Gilligan?" The Professor broke into his thoughts, snapping his fingers in front of the dazed first mate.
"Yeah, Professor. Buenos Noches," he responded and ran to catch up with his captain.
Professor and Mary Ann held back as well. They looked at each other once, before starting to trudge in the sand toward camp, following their friends.
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It was a very quiet dinner. Gilligan noticed as he watched his big buddy and best friend hardly touch his meal. The island was depressing them all. He helped clear and then sat and waited till all the hut doors closed.
Dear Diary,
Anuther visiater. We must be pupuler. He was a dictater and wanted to rul our iland. Almost got reskude when he got piked up. Looks like the werld thout he was craze thouh cuse he lives on a mountin now. Im worried abhhout skipper though, we needd to get off this iland.
Gilligan