Wow! I'm sorry for three month hiatus… again. It seems weird… I get back into writing, do half a dozen then leave again. But now we are down to last ten and soon all 98 episodes will be posted, and the seven castaway's will be a treasure on here as well as on the three seasons of DVDs.

I have to thank the two authors who inspired me to do these tags. Callensensei and Tabitha12 you two are dear friends to me. Thanks! But I do thank every reader who clicked on my stories and I truly hope it brought a smile and laugh. I also thank all my extra reviewers, it truly is special when someone gives a few precious minutes of their time to tell someone they're special.

I was actually thinking of posting the final episode on April second - the day I started this two years ago, but I will do the next nine, unless you all want me to post the last entry . I just thought it would look cool.

Okay… ending my note. Ali is back on the island now. Enjoy. Oh - I finally added a note to Chapter One… please read that if you'd like.

Gilligan's Personal Magnetism

It took only ten minutes before the Skipper got over his anger and sentenced Gilligan to chores. No matter how angry he got, the Skipper really did love his friend. Gilligan just made him so angry sometimes. Of course, the Skipper always got his revenge.

The Skipper was walking to the hut he shared with Gilligan when he saw his first mate going inside with a jug of water. He got to his knees and crawled to the window… holding in a giggle. "Oh, Jonas, you are a brilliant man," he told himself. He knew he'd never be as smart as the Professor, but he did have his moments.

Gilligan had set down the jug by now and grabbed the mirror. He tensed himself for the horror but was relieved to see he was still visible.

"I guess the Professor's stuff still works! We sure are lucky to have him around," he murmured, stroking his cheek.

"Hey, Gilligan?"

"Yes, Skipper?"

"Will you give me a hand with this fish net?" the Skipper asked, trying to keep his voice natural. It wasn't easy. He knew there was a net right by the window and Gilligan would soon be next to it.

"Where are you?"

The Skipper let out another small giggle before answering. "Why, I'm right here!"

"Where?" Gilligan asked.

"Over here, near the window," he called.

Gilligan walked over to the window, still holding the hand mirror. His face looked concerned.

"Oh, Skipper, I'd hate to say this, but I think you're invisible!"

"What do you mean… I'm invisible?"

Gilligan held out the mirror. "Look… See? You can't see yourself!"

Jonas jumped up and the noise scared Gilligan. "Well don't sit on me!" Jonas laughed as Gilligan almost sat down.

Gilligan jumped up – frightened, and stared at the Skipper in shock.

"You're all better Little Buddy!" Skipper exclaimed.

"Then… Why do I… feel so sick?" Gilligan moaned, and clutched his stomach. Gilligan went to his knees, throwing up on the sand and the Skipper's laugh ended and he picked up Gilligan and put him in his hammock. Then he kicked hand over the contents of Gilligan's stomach before running off to get the Professor.

The Professor was in his hut but responded immediately. He grabbed his makeshift first aid kit and followed at the Skipper's heels. Arriving at the hut and going inside, they discovered that Gilligan had fallen asleep, but the Professor tested Gilligan's heartbeat and then felt his head carefully so not to awaken him.

"His heartbeat is a bit rapid, and he seems flushed… Did Gilligan have a bad scare just now?" he asked.

The Skipper looked sheepish as he explained his prank.

"I think you almost gave the poor boy a heart attack, but I think he should be okay," he answered.

The Skipper frowned. "It really was just a joke, Professor!"

"I know.. Come on – let's just let him sleep. I think he overwhelmed himself," the Professor answered, leading the Captain outside.

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Word quickly got around about Gilligan's condition. The girls shot dagger looks to the Skipper, and he was given the smallest portion of dinner that night.

When Gilligan woke a couple hours later, he was treated like a king. He didn't question it, though, as he still didn't feel that well. The Skipper told Gilligan to skip his nightly chores, making the first mate very happy, and he crawled back into bed a short time later. He reached for his journal…

"Dear Diary,

Yestoday I gut a ball stuk to my hend. We gut it off today but then I wuz envisiabel fer a wyle. Prafesseer spoyled my fun efter maken me a mumy. Wiched it ben halowen I luked kool!

Gilligan