GILLIGAN VS. GILLIGAN
"Gilligan, little buddy, you weren't kidding were you?" the Skipper asked, and Gilligan threw off the blanket.
"Skipper, we both know you don't believe this," he said.
"But… the Professor…" Skipper stammered, and Gilligan sighed.
"Skipper… maybe someone flying a plane dropped it, I'm sure it's just a plain pocket knife," Gilligan said. He knew what it was, he knew what it used to have done, but Gilligan was tired of trying to get his friends to believe him. The Skipper nodded, and he smiled. "The Professor says lots of things are mumbo-jumbo, because he wants to believe everything is science junk," Gilligan added, to be safe.
That calmed the Skipper and he lay in his bunk. "You're right, little buddy. I'm just glad you came to your senses and agree with me now," he said, and yawned. Moments later, the big guy was asleep.
"Yeah, and I think you're an overweight jerk, sometimes," Gilligan thought as he gathered his candle, diary and pen. He went outside, sighing as he walked over to their large table. He put down his things, but stopped himself from sitting. Leaving his stuff, he walked over to the Professor's hut and knocked. "Come in," he heard, and went inside.
"Professor, can I have that knife?" he asked.
Professor looked at him curiously. He hated to give up such a find.
"Why, Gilligan?" he asked.
"It sounded neat and I thought it could help me with my chores. I lost my old one," Gilligan lied. His other knife was in his pocket.
The Professor sighed, but he had to admit he liked having Gilligan to do the chores instead of himself.
"All right Gilligan," he conceded, and Gilligan smiled, thanked him, and left with the treasure. He went back to the table and picked up his pen.
Dear Diary,
Anuther clon cam to the iland. Remumber mr howells clone? Now thures one of me out there. No on beleves it tho cus no one saw min. No mutter whut im unbeleeved diary but I have Gilligan 2's nive and im keepen it.
Gilligan