TOPSY-TURVY

Hi all, this one was hard for me. I mean, at the end when everyone is hugging Gilligan, I was smiling cause I love those rare episodes Gilligan is hero and not the screw-up. Then the last scene comes, and I sigh. I mean, come on, you had to do this didn't you, you dumb writers? Turn Gilligan back into an idiot just for a laugh. So you know what? I'm going to give an answer as to why Gilligan does what he does, then. I'm sorry if this or anything seems OOC, I am just trying to do the best with what I have. These entries aren't the easiest to come up with. I hope you enjoy them all, nonetheless.

The Skipper sighed, trying not to lose his cool, even with the pie all over his face. It was just so hard not to! Gilligan was a walking, talking, disaster at times. The only reason he was trying this time was because he thought it best to praise the boy when he did something right.

The Skipper had long since taken on the role of second father to Gilligan since the moment he knew they were trapped on the island. He then asked everyone to do the same. But it wasn't just for Gilligan - Jonas Grumby wanted all seven of the castaways to be a family to each other. Gilligan is just the one who needs the most support, he thought.

So it was a long, agonizing two minutes. Then Mary Ann began to worry. She thought the Skipper would hit Gilligan straight off, and was surprised to see him trying to keep his cool.

Gilligan hadn't noticed. Or if he had, he wasn't saying so. Truth be told, he had noticed, and was waiting to see how long his new 'hero' position lasted. Another minute passed, and then another, until five minutes of silence had gone by.

Gilligan wavered and blinked his eyes, trying to focus. He knew what he had been drinking - he just hated change. He didn't know why, he just hated the idea of being rewarded when he did something he thought was correct. So he'd screw it up. On purpose.

It always shocked his parents but Gilligan was careful to make everything he ever did seem like an accident. Most of the time they were accidents, but it was very hard to tell what wasn't.

It was just the way he worked. He didn't understand rewarding someone for good behavior, especially stuff anyone would do. It just didn't seem right, so he'd make everyone angry right away to balance it out. Gilligan wasn't a stupid man. He was taught well. He was just a very good actor.

Gilligan heard shuffling and knew the two had backed away. But not far enough, because he could hear them talking.

"Are you okay, Skipper?" Mary Ann asked, gently, as she pulled him away.

Skipper finally wiped the pie off his face with his fingers. He glanced from her to Gilligan and back again. Then he shrugged.

"I don't know, Mary Ann… I am trying so hard not to get aggravated after he does something good."

Mary Ann nodded. It was like Gilligan was a toddler, though, the way they talked.

"Yeah… So should I get some water to cure our hero?" she questioned.

The Skipper nodded. "But don't give it to him right away. Let him suffer for like, ten more minutes."

Mary Ann nodded again, knowing fully if he couldn't hit him he'd find another way to punish Gilligan.

Gilligan smirked as he closed his eyes, hearing he had ten more minutes before he was cured. He stood up and walked around with his eyes closed. It was not easy being as good as blind again, but he figured he'd be okay as he did it once before. And now there were no head-hunters, so he was safe. Or least, somewhat, as he tripped on a rock and cried out in pain nine minutes in.

Mary Ann came running, or rather walking fast, as she held the water. She made him drink, and then looked at Gilligan's scraped knee.

"Oh Gilligan… Why didn't you wait for me? I went to get some water for you!" she scolded.

Gilligan shrugged. "I was hungry and my pie was all over the Skipper, so I thought I'd get a banana."

She rolled her eyes and Gilligan smiled slightly. His secret was still safe.

"Come on hero… Let's get you cleaned up," she suggested.

Gilligan nodded, and stood up.

"I'm sorry about your pie Mary Ann… Guess I wasn't thinking, but it did look good. That's it's why I wanted five of them." he said.

Mary Ann smiled. "Don't worry, Gilligan, I'll make you two more. You deserve it for that genius move you pulled… I'm impressed."

That I'm smart, Gilligan thought. He didn't speak his feelings though, some things were better left unsaid.

After his knee was fixed he walked to the table, sat down and pulled his diary out of his back pocket.

Dear Diary,

We got hed huntures. Even mor shokeng I scarred them off. I mad them drenk this bad stuf that mad you see lots. I hit my head and my eyes wer messed up all day but its what got rid of thos huteers. Evry une gav me stuf. I dunt get that. I dun need stuf fuer saveng my frends. But I thenk im safe agen.

Gilligan