MAN WITH A NET
Gilligan groaned at the Millionaire's feet gave in and he fell toward the scrawny kid. If not for the Skipper still holding the unconscious man's arm, Gilligan would be knocked down onto the sand. The Skipper pulled Mr. Howell toward him and the Professor ran over to lend a hand. Mr. Howell was hoisted up between the three men and carried to his hut and put to bed, Mrs. Howell nursing him protectively.
"I don't get it, Professor, how did he get away?" the Skipper asked, when the three were back outside.
"I guess some men can hold their alcohol better than others," the Professor answered, sighing heavily.
"Then why did Mr. Howell fall down?" Gilligan asked, innocently as always.
"Guess he couldn't hold it like when he was young. I think he and I were last to fall; guess Beasley was the better drinker," the Skipper answered.
Gilligan nodded and then looked thoughtful. "I guess we just should have trusted him then," he said, and both the Professor and the Skipper halted. They looked at each other, and for a moment, it looked like a miracle would take place. The two men would agree Gilligan was right. Least that's what Gilligan buddy hoped, but he was disappointed again.
"Ha! That's the dumbest thing I ever heard! They're all the same; the only way we'll get off is if we con our rescuer," the Skipper said, and the Professor nodded.
"Come on Skipper, lets go figure out another plan," the scientist said.
Gilligan watched them leave and sighed. "It'd really kill you guys to admit I could be right!" he said to the air. He kicked the sand as he turned to his hut. He got in his hammock with his diary.
Dear Diary,
Anuther rescu foyled. This guy lerd beslea shood up lukin fer a butterfly - a rar one. We had to help him luk to get of the iland. Afterwile skipper and the pruffesser gut tird I gess. Skipper panted a buterfly but it raned and the pant washd awuy. Pruffesser tried to het him drunk,but that dunt work ether. I thenk we shulded of trusteeed him diary, he semed a good guy to me
Gilligan