OPERATION STEAM HEAT
From the time he had been a child, Roy Hinkley knew the Earth would offer him surprises, but a young man running top speed and knocking him to the ground wasn't one of them.

This boy could probably win an Olympic Medal for speed, he thought as Gilligan's weight sent them both crashing to the sand. The book he had been reading went flying, landing a few feet away.

"So… Sor… Sorry, Professor…" Gilligan stammered, as he got off the scientist and helped him up.

"That's all right, Gilligan. I'm used to you! What's scared you this time?" Roy asked, dusting himself off. He looked at his clothes while he did so to avoid glaring at the younger man.

"Sorry, Professor…"

"You said that. Are you all right, Gilligan?" he asked, counting to ten silently.

"I… got burned… leftover steam in the ground. I dropped my buckets," Gilligan stammered, feeling dumb. He was worried though - the volcano was pretty scary and he liked life, even if it meant unpleasant chores.

"GILLIGAN! Where's my hot shower?"

"Water boy! I need my bath water!"

"GILLIGAN! We need that water! These dishes aren't scrubbing themselves!"

Gilligan sighed as everyone's voices came shouting at him.

"You better go find your buckets, Gilligan. And relax! The volcano has stopped," Roy said.

The young man nodded. "Yeah, but they won't!"

Gilligan skulked away, but it wasn't long before Roy saw/bumped into him again. The first mate's bucket tipped over and the Professor jumped, narrowly missing the hot liquid as it hit the sand.

"Sorry Professor! I've got to hurry…" Gilligan said, but then four very angry people stormed toward the two and everyone began yelling at once.

"STOP!!" Gilligan yelled, and threw his buckets down on the ground; one landing on Skipper's foot. "I'm tired of being yelled at for trying to help! You want the hot water? Get it yourself!" he finished, and then stormed off into the jungle. After a few moments, Gilligan began to run and soon made his way to his favorite hideout; the cave he disappeared into during the magic tricks disaster. Pulling his legs to his chin he hugged himself.

He sat like that for a few minutes before taking the small book he always carried with him out of his pocket.

Dear Diary,
I dunno wat to do. Everythig I do is wrong. I found a way to get hot water. Terns out it was a vaulcaino urupten. Im tyred of bein here diary, noune treates me rite.
Gilligan

Then Gilligan lay down on the bare ground; falling asleep in his cave that night.