Hi everyone! Wow - guess it's been a while since Gilligan's diary has been out, but I decided to just finish this. 22 episodes remain and I plan to give them my full attention. I'm so glad I own all the seasons, makes this much easier LOL! It's also a good thing these are short one-shots. LOL! Thanks to Callensensei for the ideas, and Mary for the betaing. Sorry I been too busy this year get to them. Also, I have no clue where the Howells were headed, so I made it up.

RING AROUND GILLIGAN

Gilligan remained quiet as he took the Howells to their party. Every time a rescue was ruined they threw a party. 'It's just a nice way to lighten the mood," they'd say. "Besides, who doesn't love a good party?" they'd add. No one ever could argue with the millionaires. I mean how could you argue, when they could then bribe you to be quiet?

When Gilligan stopped again, he let Mrs. Howell out, as politeness and manners was something his mother never let him forget. The other four were already dancing around to the music as the Howells walked over. Gilligan went to move toward the group with them, but at the last second hopped back into his car.

"Gilligan? Where are you going?" Mrs. Howell asked.

Gilligan shrugged. "I guess back to my hut… I'll be back, though, so you two don't have to walk," he answered. The young man figured by now the only reason he was even around was to chauffer everyone.

"I think what Lovey means is you're going to miss the party, my boy," Mr. Howell explained.

Still in the car, Gilligan hesitated. He knew he could just rudely take off, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do that.

Mr. Howell saw his hesitation and went to get the help of the other castaways while Mrs. Howell climbed into the front seat to stall Gilligan. A minute later, everyone was by the car trying to coax Gilligan out.

"I told the Howells I'd be back for them, guys… I know that's all I'm needed for," Gilligan said.

"You say that like you're a slave," the Professor remarked. Gilligan only raised a brow as a silent objection.

"Little buddy, come on! Stop this foolishness and join the fun," the Skipper said, hoping to end the discussion.

Gilligan shook his head. "Why? So we can discuss how I screwed up again, which I didn't?" he asked.

"Gilligan…" this time Mary Ann said his name in a coaxing murmur, and the boy only shook his head.

"I don't want to listen to you all yell at me for this! I tried to build that raft but then everyone destroyed it and I get blamed… then these rings appear, and I get blamed… Then that weirdo vanishes and I get blamed, but I have no idea who is he or anything!" Gilligan said in a rush of breath. He started to pull away, but the Skipper's strength kept the car from leaving.

"Gilligan! Stop right now! That's an order!" he bellowed, as he held on to the car and kept his feet firmly planted on the ground, and Gilligan reluctantly obeyed.

"Fine, but I'm not leaving my car," he muttered, pouting, folding his arms like a small child in a temper.

The Skipper opened the door and lifted him out. "Oh, yes you are!" he said as he lifted, but Gilligan continued to pout.

"Fine, but you can't make me have fun!" he answered. There had to be something he could defy.

The Skipper rolled his eyes and took his little buddy to the group had gathered for the party and set him down in a chair. Gilligan kept his arms folded.

"Gilligan… whatever happened today… I think it's best we forget it. Right now, I say we dig a hole, bury these rings, and then have fun," the Professor suggested. Gilligan unfolded his arms; shocked.

"But… the boat… Mrs. Howell and the money… that man…" he stuttered.

"All forgotten. I say we all blame our mystery man and forget this nonsense before we lose our friendship, which may be our one good thing on this island," the Professor said, calmly.

Gilligan nodded. "It must been voodoo or something… We do seem to have a lot of evil spirits around! I heard you shouldn't anger spirits," he said.

The Professor shook his head. "I told you already there is no such thing as voodoo, spirits or whatever else you've imagined, Gilligan!" he scolded.

"But, then, how do you explain Mrs. Howell stealing her own money… Or me hanging on a tree branch, but not knowing how I get there… Or everyone destroying our boat… Or…"

The Professor held up a hand, stopping him.

"We all must have been out in the sun too long… That man we saw must have witnessed our strange behavior and vanished. As for the rings, they could have been around for ages - as yours was," the Professor explained, once again believing in logic, not superstition.

"Okay… Can we stop talking about this? I'm bored!" Ginger whined, and the matter was closed.

Gilligan nodded, dropped from his chair to the ground; and kneeling, quickly dug a small hole with his hands and put in his ring. Six more were thrown in, and the hole was closed back up.

"There… Now it's all forgotten! I say we spend some time in the shade, not the sun, for a few days to cure ourselves from whatever delusions we encountered," the Professor advised, and Gilligan nodded, happiest of all.

"Does this mean for a week we do no chores just relax and have fun?" he asked with hope in his voice.

The Skipper's eyes widened and the Professor chuckled.

"Two or three days, Gilligan, at most… We do have our duties on this island," he said, and Gilligan nodded again, grateful for even the small break. The only one who seemed unhappy was the Skipper, but he never could argue with the Professor. He sighed, nodding, agreeing to the plan.

After that, the seven went back to dancing and everything was soon forgotten – except, of course, that written in diaries.

Gilligan climbed into his hammock a few hours later and picked up his pen:

Dear Diary,

Tuday we got strang behaver frum us all. I try being guud diary and made a raft but evry budy killed it. I fund a ring - then soun evry one had one! Copy kats! Prafeseer sad we got too much sun and caled a thre day off frum werk. Im happy skipper cant mak me werk for thre days.

Gilligan