NYET, NYET, NOT YET
"I guess I'll have to tie the hammock again," Gilligan said, but the look on the Skipper' face told him he wasn't doing that just now. "But… you don't want me to tie it up," he added, and the Skipper nodded. Gilligan stood up and dragged the hammock off the Skipper.
"You can tie it back up in the morning along with mine, and you'll learn to tie it, even if it takes all day," the Skipper growled, and Gilligan nodded.
"I said I was sorry Skipper! I didn't know other places have on different times," he apologized again. It seemed to him that not many days had gone by before he had killed another rescue.
"Just go to sleep on the floor, Gilligan," the Skipper said, and soon he was snoring.
Gilligan stared at him, grabbed his blanket and pillow, and left the hut.
"So I messed up! Not like Igor and Ivan were planning on taking us with them," he muttered, feeling hurt for being blamed for fouling up, again. Gilligan walked into the jungle, and after a while, he found the same cave he slept in after his magic trick and tablecloth fiasco some time before. He settled in, and took out his diary.
Dear Diary,
I thenk you ar the only one who liks me sumtimes. Got more visitors. a couple of rusien people. They mised there drop zone and cus of that they werent gunna rescue us, so we got them drunk so they wouldnt leave without us. We drunk water. Good plan huh? To bad I messed time up. Im a falure…
Gilligan
In the morning he trudged back to camp for breakfast. Everyone gave him a sour look, but he knew they'd forgive him… eventually…