PASS THE VEGETABLES, PLEASE
Gilligan laughed as he was covered with his own spit from the bubble.
"Did you see that Skipper? Must have been the world's biggest bubble," he said, with a chuckle.
The Skipper sighed.
"Yes Gilligan! Now are you finished with the soap?" he asked and Gilligan shook his head and took another bite.
"It tastes good," he said, with another giggle.
The Skipper raised a brow. "Come on Gilligan… let's go see the Professor," he suggested.
Gilligan nodded and giggled again. They walked to Roy Hinkley's hut and the Professor let them in.
"I don't think the soap will harm him, I guess. I should warn you that too much may upset your stomach, though," he said.
He took the soap from Gilligan and went outside. Tossing the soap away and walking to the nearest palm tree, he retrieved a coconut from the ground, pierced a hole in it, and drained the milk into a cup.
The milk made Gilligan stop giggling and start groaning. He tipped forward and threw up the soap onto Skipper's shoes.
"GILLIGAN!" the Skipper yelled. Gilligan gulped and jumped up and out of the hut. He was still too fast and quickly outdistanced the Skipper.
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He waited in his old cave a few hours before heading back. Skipper was sound asleep by then and Gilligan quietly got his diary out.
Dear Diary,
I becum strung tudey. I fund sum radeo uctive seeeeds and my favourtie one - the speenich mad me strung. I was strunger then skipper fer a while. Too bad the redio uctive seeeeds culd of keeeled us. We ate soap to get red of it. I lik soap, mad a hug bubbel!
Gilligan