TAKE A DARE

Hi, everyone! As promised here's Mr. Howells thoughts. Now I've got the Professor's, Ginger's and Mr. H's glimpse at their own journals. I will do Mary Ann and the Howells before this ends. Only 14 left now! Oh, I almost made this a Skipper's diary, but then I thought he deserved to take the next episode. I mean, poor Skipper!

"Oh no!" the Skipper moaned, as he turned and the followed the now-richer man. If only I had gotten my hands on it! so many boats I could have owned! he thought.

Gilligan shrugged and went to his knees to look for his ring. He picked it up from where it lay in the sand and dusted it off. "Oh, well, money isn't everything..." he murmured to the ring, walking quickly to catch up to the other men.

"It is, if you don't have any," the Skipper replied, hearing him.

"Aw, come on, Skipper, money can't buy happiness," Gilligan answered, and Mr. Howell laughed, hearing him. He stopped, turned and smiled broadly, still clutching his money. "That's where you're so wrong my boy! Look at me! I'm full of money, and happiest man alive," he gloated. The Skipper rolled his eyes and marched off in a different direction to get away from the rich man.

"He doesn't even NEED more money! It should have been mine," he complained.

"Skipper…"

"You try and scold me once more, Gilligan, and I'll…,I'll…,Oh, forget it!" he yelled, and stormed off.

Gilligan only shrugged. He couldn't deny not wanting the money, too, but he also knew it wasn't the most important thing.

Getting off this island and still keeping our friendship is, he thought with a small smile. He had a feeling the others would never agree, though. Friendship couldn't buy all the stuff they desired, and Gilligan wished he had the money so he could make them happy. "Oh, well," he said with a sigh. He walked back to camp and climbed in his hammock deciding to write while the Skipper cooled off.

Dear Diary,
I thenk I got the anser. My frend Skinny Mulligan onc askied me what secrit to happennies wus. I thenk I no now. It gutta be mony. I men this man was her fer a week pretenden he was alon to win 10 thusan dolers. He stol our stuf cuz he obveasly cant surviv alon. Bad theng fer him, the monyies was with him hole the tim. In tran mitter. Gess greed hit evry une.

Gilligan

The Skipper had come back into their hut and ordered Gilligan to do his chores. Gilligan jumped out, and put his diary away in its special place.

"Why are you still hiding it? We know about it now." the Skipper asked, and Gilligan shrugged.

"I'm not... it's in its home," he answered. The Skipper shook his head and followed Gilligan outside.

Mr. Howell was at the table writing something.

"What are you doing, Howell?" the Skipper asked.

"Oh, just counting my new money before I show it off to Lovey, I like to keep records of how much money I have. Can't be too careful, Captain," he answered.

The Skipper rolled his eyes and walked away with Gilligan.

Thurston Howell the Third smirked as he picked up his pen to write in his journal. Since he burned his old one, his new once was a secret. He mostly wrote about his money though!

Dear Journal,

I, Thurston Howell the Third, outsmarted yet another man. This blasted traitor named George Buckley was on the island trying to win a contest. He called my money phony! Well the old chap now has lost that, and the money he won. The treacherous scandal was lying about being alone on the island. He was eating with my silverware - the fiend! The stupid man should have inspected the transmitter before he smashed it but I'm glad he did not...HA! To never being poor...

Thurston Howell III