THE INVASION

Hey all! For all those wondering why I don't update quick, here is my answer. This show is too weird sometimes! I mean, look at this episode The Invasion. In the final scene, the case blows up, correct? Well, after Gilligan gets the case off him I paused it and got a great look at the box. It was empty - and I mean no hidden pockets, so how was there a bomb? And WWI… seriously? How long was that bomb timer? Everything I've written is completely made up. I hope you've enjoyed my creativity because this is not easy, let me tell you, but I do give it my very best here on Gilligan's Isle.

Thanks again to Mary for betaing. I own nothing. All credit goes to Sherwood Schwartz for his creative mind.

The three scrambled back to camp - not stopping till they were safe by the huts. Mary Ann and Ginger were sitting at the table, listening to the radio. They looked up when they saw the men and turned off the radio.

"You three look like you seen a ghost," Mary Ann quipped.

The Professor shook his head. "There's no such thing as ghosts, Mary Ann, but I do believe in bombs and that case definitely held one," he answered as he caught his breath.

"Really? Oh, wow, well, thank gosh it didn't blow up with Gilligan still attached!" Ginger said and Gilligan paled.

"She had to say it, didn't she Skipper?" he said before he fainted at the thought.

"Way to go," Mary Ann said sarcastically as Skipper caught their friend.

"He'll be fine, Ginger. You know Gilligan; he just needs to sleep it off and he'll be back to his annoying self," the Skipper said quickly, as the redhead put on a guilty face. She didn't mean to upset the boy, he knew, she only said that because she was grateful.

The Skipper had another reason for defending the star, but never voiced his crush on the beautiful movie star.

"Yeah… I say this is another adventure best forgotten," the Professor agreed.

Gilligan had stirred by then, but no one noticed as they were all still a bit shaken from their newest near-death experience.

"I agree, Professor… Can you imagine if you had let us open it and we somehow triggered the bomb?" Mary Ann quipped.

Professor sighed. "It did open twice… but we probably did with it being tossed around" he said honestly. "Only the wiring and accoutrements were so old the timer took a long time to go off," he added quickly.

The others could only nod, speechless. They were getting too good at almost getting themselves killed.

"We should have listened to you, Professor…" Skipper started and Professor held up his hand to silence him.

"It's forgotten Skipper… Why open an old wound to allow re-infection?" he asked, walked away.
"He's upset… We should throw him a party" Gilligan advised suddenly, letting on he was wide awake. Before the Skipper could reprimand him for eavesdropping, he went on. "I mean, we always throw parties to lighten a mood, but I don't think the Professor has ever been the subject… We've done me, and Skipper, and the Howells' and you girls."

The Skipper put Gilligan down, and nodded - deciding to skip the reprimand. The four discussed the plan and then went to clue in the Howells, who, of course, were delighted - provided they only came, and didn't have to work.

"Can't you bring some wine, or something, at least?" Mary Ann asked. It was hard enough getting the two to work - so they could least bring something. She thought, and the Howell's nodded and left.

"Gilligan and I will get firewood so we can dance after dinner and into the night," the Skipper said, and he and Gilligan left also.

"Good. I guess that leaves us with cooking something for our guest of honor… I the Professor's favorite is halibut with kumquat sauce," she mused, and Ginger nodded. "We can make pie for dessert… I think Professor enjoys your pie, too, when Gilligan doesn't eat it all," she added. Mary Ann chuckled, and agreed.

The Professor stayed in his hut the rest of the day, but came out when his stomach grumbled. By then, everything was ready and the six were already seated at the table.

"There he is, Skipper," Gilligan said as Skipper stood to greet him, going over and shaking his hand.

"Welcome to your party, Professor," he said, and the Professor raised his brow.

"I don't understand… We're having a party…for what?" he asked, bewildered, and Gilligan laughed.

"For you - like the Skipper just said."

"I know, Gilligan, but why?" he asked.

Gilligan only shrugged. "Because you deserve it," he said, and refused to say any more. The others nodded, agreeing with Gilligan.

"Just sit back and enjoy our gratitude, my dear boy. I mean honestly - to ask why you're being served, then to live in it, is beyond me." Mr. Howell said.

So the Professor enjoyed the party, though he had no idea why there was one.

Everyone else knew. As Gilligan said, the Professor did so much for them and they paid him back by disobeying and trying to take the case. The Professor really deserved the party, they knew. Soon, Roy Hinkley was having fun and he quickly got into the act. He saw it was guilt, and decided to go with it.

Gilligan had a peaceful smile that night when he wrote:

Dear Diary,

Yesttaday I fund a breefcas and I drumt I wus a spy. Evyune but Prafessseer tryed to kill me. Turns out Prafesseer says the cas was frum war une, wheveeer that mens. We threw him a parteee but he dunno why. Guud.

Gilligan