Splashdown

Well this was a fun ending! Mr. Howell having a tantrum… He sure had a lot of those during the series! This tag starts right after the explosion and will lead into the tantrum, but I'm not posting Gilligan and the Skipper's conversation. So with this, now there are eight to go, I really don't know what to do when this ends. Well, except, finish the reunion. Does anyone have an idea what the Howell's life was like at home? I also need the Professor's, Ginger's and the Skipper's story as well. I've got lots to think about. Anyway, I am so glad my reviewers are still with me and now soon anyone will be able to see these any time. Thanks for sticking with me!

"I can see now why you tell me to never interrupt, Skipper," Gilligan said shakily, being the first to stand up.

The other six castaways were still crouched by the plants; staring in shock at the wreck both in the lagoon and on the beach. The Skipper nodded and stood, putting a shaking hand on Gilligan's shoulder.

"Yes, Gilligan… I just never knew being polite would save lives!" he answered, said and Gilligan smiled.

"Hey! I guess I did save everyone!" he said, and everyone smiled as they stood up.

"Yes - great job Gilligan! I guess someone didn't like the idea of us traveling in space!" Mary Ann quipped.

The Professor nodded. "Whatever the reason, that bomb destroyed our rescue, but Gilligan saved us all, and I believe we should celebrate!"

Everyone nodded and cheered; everyone but Thurston Howell the Third. He had been the last to stand, but his eyes never left the lagoon.

"Come on, Thurston, we should pick out our best clothing for this celebration," Lovey said, grabbing his arm.

Mr. Howell blinked and reluctantly turned away, following the castaways to their huts.

"Lovey, my dear, you should stay with the girls for now. I need to be alone," he said, when they had arrived at camp. His wife let him go, and he walked as though incapacitated, even without his brandy. His hands slowly clenched into fists when he got into his hut. He knocked everything off the bed and started tearing up the room like a madman.

Maybe if the man had heard the Captain and Gilligan talking, he'd have skipped his tantrum, but he was too angry to listen. When he grabbed his old worn out teddy bear from the top of his cupboard, he almost punched it. Instead, he whined and hugged it tight.

"Ruined, Teddy! Those blasted mongrels ruin everything! My money, my brandy… and no one cares!"

"Maybe because they are too busy celebrating their life."

Thurston turned to see his wife and the girls in the doorway. Ginger, who had spoken, gazed the room with a look of horror. She was never the one for sympathy. Least not for those who didn't deserve it. But even Mary Ann didn't seem to sympathize with him.

"Are you all right, Mr. Howell?" the perky farm girl asked.

Thurston shrugged. "Oh, sure, Mary Ann; I only lost some of my most prized possessions, but sure I'm fine!" he said, testily.

Mary Ann and Ginger folded their arms as Lovey gasped. Mrs. Howell ran to him and hugged him, fondling his head like the baby he was.

"Oh my poor darling! Losing all that good brandy and all that money must have upset you so… no wonder you wanted me to leave!" she cooed.

The two other roommates quickly exchanged a look of disgust.

"You two should be happy to even be alive! We all should!" Ginger cut in.

"See, Lovey? I knew these people would never understand us, even after all this time together! No one ever sees the importance of money and good brandy!" Thurston whined to his wife once more.

"Maybe because you can't take it with you when you die," Mary Ann answered.

Thurston cocked a brow. "Not even the special people?" he asked, and she shook her head.

Thurston huffed. "Well I am not dead yet, but all that precious money and brandy still is…" he muttered. He went to his wife's bed, as it was still neat, and laid down with his arms folded; still in his five-year-old pout.

The girls stormed out as they both knew it was useless to argue. All seven castaways were quite stubborn, when they wanted to be. Mary Ann and Ginger walked past their huts and saw the men still sitting on chairs, relaxing.

"That Mr. Howell… he makes me so mad!" Ginger fumed.

"Why? Isn't he taking his loss like a man?" the Skipper asked, and winked at Gilligan.

"Oh, he's taking it like a man all right…" Mary Ann said, but before the Skipper could smirk, she added "…A man… child!" He raised a brow and the girls told them of the mess he had made.

"He was acting like a five-year-old," Ginger said, and Mary Ann shrugged.

"You act what you are taught. It is how the expression "Monkey see… Monkey do" was formed. Mr. Howell must been taught all his life that money and alcohol and a good wife were all you need."

All four looked up as Roy Hinkley -the Professor- exited his hut and walked over, to them, catching their conversation.

But the Skipper said…" Gilligan started to protest, but he was smacked by Skippers hat.

"No one likes a wise guy," Jonas Grumby said firmly, and he got up and walked off with the others.

Gilligan shrugged and went back into his hut, got out his diary, and climbed into his hammock.

Dear Diary,

Anutheer dey her on are islend. Wes almust gut off tho. A spac shutl cam down frum the sky. It cam on ar beech. Too bad it went boom. Lukeily no une wuz hert. Misteeer howell tho lust muney and his brandeee I dun thenk ill go ner him fore a wyle.

Gilligan