WILL THE REAL MR. HOWELL PLEASE STAND UP?
"Oh, Thurston! Stop being such a baby! I just want to make sure," Lovey Howell scolded her husband and then folded her arms over her chest.
Thurston Howell stared at his wife and then jumped to his feet, throwing off his jacket. "See! It's really me! All me, me, me!" Mr. Howell exclaimed, as he threw his jacket on the table.
"Mr. Howell, calm down; we believe you," the Professor called out, seeing the commotion from his hut. He ran out and helped Mr. Howell re-dress before Mrs. Howell could inspect her husband.
"Perhaps you should lie down, Mr. Howell," he advised, and Mr. Howell nodded. With a scoff at his wife he walked away.
"Oh, Professor! You've ruined my fun," Mrs. Howell pouted, and the Professor raised a brow at her.
"Mrs. Howell, our survival isn't fun! We can't keep going at each other…" he started to scold, but Mrs. Howell waved his words away with a flick of her hand.
"I hate when you use that language, Professor - all that science talk, I just want to be sure the man I married and live with, is the same man. Now, excuse me," she said, and walked toward her hut, as well.
The Professor only sighed and went back to his hut. Why do I bother? he thought.
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Meanwhile, Gilligan was questioning the Skipper. "Skipper, was Mr. Howell cloned?"
"Of course not, Gilligan. That man was a doppelganger. Supposedly, everyone has someone that looks like you, me, everyone," he explained.
"Gee, I wonder if I'll ever meet mine?"
"For our sakes, I hope it's after we leave here," the Skipper muttered.
"What, Skipper?"
"Nothing, little buddy. Go collect some fruit for dinner, or something, and leave Mr. Howell alone."
Gilligan nodded with a salute and ran off. He grabbed a bunch of bananas and headed to a cave where he sat and ate while he wrote.
Dear Diary,
I thenk Mr. Howell has a clon or a twen. Skipper seys he has a dopilgager I dunno how to spel that word. I hop I meet my twin sun. Wunder why mom never told me I got a twen?
Gilligan