GHOST A-GO-GO
"Here Gilligan – you're good with animals - take that turtle outside," Skipper instructed his loyal friend and first mate Willy Gilligan.
"Sure Skipper. I think I'll call him Alan," Gilligan answered, and took his new friend outside, where a few other animals were.
"Alan, meet Gretchen the duck, Herman the frog and my turtle, Rex, who can't win a race, but is still a good turtle," Gilligan said, petting each animal as he introduced them.
"Sam's a pretty bird!!" squawked Sam, and Gilligan blushed.
"Oh, right! Alan, meet Sam, my bird," he said, and fed Sam a piece of banana.
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A half-hour later, Gilligan hadn't come back to retrieve the clothes from the hut. Skipper walked outside to see him working on a new project.
"Gilligan? Did you forget our clothes?" the Skipper asked, keeping calm, and Gilligan looked at him.
"I don't need any clothes. Willy has clothes," Gilligan said, and pointed to the mannequin in his lap.
"You're making another one?"
"Yeah. I think my animals are lonely out here, so he'll be their friend," Gilligan answered and then stood up and put "Willy" in his chair.
"Gilligan, Willy can't talk."
"I know, but he can sit, and Sam can talk to him."
"Fine. But please take our clothes to Mary Ann, now," the Skipper said, deciding it best not to argue, since he wasn't going to win, anyway.
Gilligan saluted and a second later was on his way to Mary Ann, who was already washing clothes.
"Got our clothes from the lagoon, Mary Ann. Hey, I found another turtle," Gilligan told her with a smile.
"That's great! You have a lot of pets, now."
"Yeah. I think I liked Leo the best - he was a good boy when I had corned beef to feed him."
"If you say so," Mary Ann said, with a shudder. Gilligan smiled and sat down by a tree to write. "Can you give me a hand hanging up the clothes?" she asked, and he nodded.
"Let me write, first, before I forget. I want my diary to know about our ghost. I can't wait till my mom reads this," Gilligan answered.
Mary Ann nodded. I hope for your sake she does, Gilligan. You're so naïve!
Dear Diary,
We had a gost haunten us. He wanted us ded so we made big dolls and sent them out in a boat the ghost gav us, and they got blowed up. I fund anuther turtle, I thenk I got like sex now!
Gilligan