ALLERGY TIME
"It doesn't matter where you get the shot, Gilligan," Roy Hinkley or "the Professor," as his six friends called him, couldn't hold in his chuckles, as Gilligan rubbed his bottom.
"Yeah, except you guys all got it in the arm!" Gilligan whined.
"Say, Professor, are you sure only one shot will work? I hate for my little buddy to have to leave," Skipper asked as he choked back his own giggles.
Gilligan looked at him and Skipper made his best poker face.
"I-I-I think I'm going to be all right, Skipper," Gilligan stuttered, and turned to the Professor.
When his back turned, the Skipper winked at the scientist, and then, with a quick jerk, he grabbed Gilligan and turned him around. Gilligan was trapped.
"Guys… Come on… This isn't funny!" Gilligan pleaded, as he kicked and flailed his arms in the Skippers iron grip. In a second, it was over as the Professor took a second needle and poked Gilligan with it.
"Ouch!!" Gilligan cried in pain, and glared at his two friends.
"All right, Gilligan. I think you'll be fine now," the Professor said, before bursting into another fit of the giggles. Gilligan folded his arms and pouted.
"All right, were sorry, little buddy, we were only having fun! I mean I had to take two for you, now you took two for me," the Skipper said, and Gilligan unfolded his arms and looked sheepish.
"Your right Skipper, but I still think mine were unfair! You don't have to sit on your arm!" Gilligan said, and with that, he walked away.
XXX
Sitting wasn't easy as Gilligan pointed out. A half-hour later, lunch was served and he continually fidgeted in his seat.
"Gilligan…" Mary Ann started, but Gilligan glared at her, cutting her off.
"Don't ask, Mary Ann. Let's just say I got a couple of shots today," he answered through gritted teeth, and everyone gave an amused smirk.
"Be a man, dear boy. You were once a Howell, and even past Howells show no tears," Mr. Howell said. Gilligan forced a smile and stopped fidgeting.
No one said another word until lunch was over, but then Gilligan shot out of his seat and to the lagoon.
"You got him twice?" Ginger asked, giggling.
The Professor and Skipper smirked like school boys.
"The old phrase works nicely here; Revenge is sweet," the Professor answered.
Gilligan, who really only went far enough out of sight to climb a tree scowled.
Dear Diary,
The castiways are mene. Evrywun is upset cus they had to get shot in the urm cus of this dum hair shampuu I used. Prafesseer and Skipper worked together and shot me in the butt. Yeah. The castiways are mene
Gilligan