MR. AND MRS??
"Skipper, I'm scared!" Gilligan whispered. If there was anything the happy kid hated, it was work. Chores were one thing, but being a slave and caring for someone the way they the two of them had to care for Mr. Howell made him want to run for the hills. "I'll see you later, Skipper," Gilligan waved at him, but the Skipper grabbed his arm.
"Come on Gilligan, let's just get these two back together."
The funny thing about the Howells was how easy it was for them to do just that. The Skipper went to find Mrs. Howell, and he invited her back to his hut.
"Mrs. Howell, I am so glad you dumped that rich Neanderthal and decided to live with me," he said very loudly.
"Neanderthal! Why you double-crosser!! Lovey, do whatever you like, just don't live with that pompous…" Mr. Howell said and just like that, the two millionaires were together again.
"See, Gilligan? All it takes is some imagination," the Skipper said, and settled into his hammock. He was soon swaying back and forth.
Gilligan smiled and opened his diary.
Dear Diary,
The howells are ment for each uther, I dunt get why peple get maried it seems a big fuss to be with a gerl. All they lik to do is kiss ya! Yuck! The radeo cant be truted diary. it nerly brok up howells cuse the dummy said wrong name. And they say im dum!
Gilligan