DON'T BUG THE MOSQUITOES
It had been almost a week, but the brunette recognized the tune. Bopping her head, she followed it.
"Gilligan!" She squealed his name, as she found her friend sitting on the stage they had built to boost their movie star's spirit. He was playing the record, the mosquitoes left. The band decided to ditch them, and a record was left as a gift, (as though that was better than leaving their island!) Gilligan jerked up from where he lay flat on the stage, drumming the air with drumsticks.
"Oh! Mary Ann! You scared me!" he said, looking relieved to only see her.
Mary Ann smiled. The Skipper could hold a mean grudge; he had forbid Gilligan to play the group's record.
"Sorry! Don't worry, I won't tattle. Come on, let's dance," she answered, hurrying to the stairs. Not giving the man a choice, she reached him and grabbed his arm.
Gilligan stood and danced with her, smiling as he bopped to the music.
"I guess this means you're still a fan, Mary Ann? I thought I would be the only one."
"Oh, I'm mad at them, Gilligan, but I've got to admit - when I hear them sing, I can't help but love them again," Mary Ann admitted, just before the record shut off.
"I can't help but want to wring their necks! You two should be ashamed, listening to this trash!" the Skipper arrived out on nowhere, scolding them and looking furious.
"It's not trash, Skipper! I like their music!" Mary Ann protested, defending the group. Quickly she lifted the record off the spindle, and held it protectively.
"What's going on?" Ginger asked, as she walked by with the Professor.
"I caught these two listening to those bugs!"
"The Mosquitoes? Why would you two still even like them?" the Professor asked, amazed. He had thought their music was horrible.
"It beats listening to you four," Mary Ann said, before she could stop herself.
"I thought you said we were good?" Gilligan asked folding his arms over his chest.
"I said it was good no one else could hear you," Mary Ann admitted, and Ginger giggled.
"You girls think you were better?" the Professor asked, amused.
"Face it, Professor, the Mosquitoes left because we were a threat to them," Ginger teased, and he grinned.
"Why are we even arguing? Those musicians, though I don't know how you can call them that, are gone."
"The Professor is right! Now I say we let their record swim, too," the Skipper added and went to grab the object, but Mary Ann darted away from him.
"You touch this and I'll cry," she threatened, and he stopped.
"Fine, but play it quietly!" the Skipper said, giving up. He wasn't about to make Mary Ann weep.
"Good job, Mary Ann," Gilligan congratulated her. Mary Ann put the record back on the spindle and the two finished their dance.
Gilligan rested after a while, and then pulled out his book:
Dear Diary,
I met my faverete band, the musqetoes, but they desserted us. I still lik there musec and so does Mary Ann. Gess she isn't so bad fer a gerl.
Gilligan