THE SECRET OF GILLIGAN'S ISLAND

And back with another episode. Just these last six episodes on disc three and GI is done. I think this end is cute, as it really proves how innocent Gilligan is. He realizes now they are never getting off that island. I guess cave people write like the animes - most anime's are read right to left as well. I think my favorite part of the series is the dreams. Most hilarious things ever! Gotta love the dumb professor. Anyone notice his little grin watching Ginger leave and Mary Ann is slightly jealous? LOL.

"Yes Gilligan. Now we have instructions if we ever get off!" the Skipper retorted.

Gilligan shrugged. "Well, at least we'll never starve here, and we never have to pay for food."

"Just go pick some of the free food, Gilligan!"

Gilligan shrugged again, but left to do the chore. He picked a few fruits to fill the bowl then tripped slightly over a large rock. "Hey, maybe this will cheer them up," he murmured.

Going back to the communal table, he put down his fruit, went back to the rock, carrying, it to the table also, and then went to get a hammer and cold chisel from the supply hut. Returning, he sat down and began his task.

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As he was finishing, the Skipper and Professor wandered in from the jungle.

"I see, so in other words, the cave people didn't get off the island either?" the Captain asked.

The Professor nodded. "Exactly, Skipper; they were stuck here - just the way we are," the Professor answered.

The Skipper nodded, then, looking around, he noticed his only crew member hammering on a rock.

"Gilligan, what are you doing?" he asked.

Gilligan stopped and put down his tools to explain.

"Oh, I'm leaving a message for anyone who might be shipwrecked here in the next million years, in case they wanna get off," he explained.

"A message?" the Professor asked, curious.

"What message?" the Skipper grinned.

Gilligan picked up the heavy rock and holding it steady, pivoted it till it was facing them, upright.

The loose rocks fell, and revealed a short simple message. Roy Hinkley's mouth cracked into a grin along with Gilligan as the Skipper read the rock.

"Home Sweet Home," he said, and chuckled.

"That's very thoughtful and considerate of you, Gilligan," the Professor said, and Gilligan nodded.

"I hope that means I did good and it is spelled right! I asked Mary Ann and this is how she spelled it," Gilligan answered, interrupting him.

The scientist nodded. "You did just fine, but you make it sound like a rescue is impossible."

Gilligan shrugged. "I guess," he answered gloomily. Gilligan pivoted his rock message back so it faced him and rubbed the words absentmindedly with his fingers.

"Gilligan…?" the Skipper started.

"I didn't say it wasn't possible, but if people have luck like we do when they come, they should know this island is home till they get off, if they do," the young man tried to explain.

The Skipper nodded seeing the conversation was upsetting his little buddy.

"It's a fine message Gilligan; I'm just relieved for once you didn't totally mess up this rescue. All you did was drop a stone, which we fixed," he said.

"Thanks Skipper, maybe we can put my message up on a wall or something as this is still our home, for now."

"I think it's a bit too heavy, but we can prop it in a tree or something," the Professor suggested.

Gilligan did just that – climbing up in a nearby tree and Skipper handed him the stone. Gilligan placed it carefully on a stump of a branch that had broken off, then dropped down to the ground and smiled at his work.

"What are you all doing?"

The three men turned as Mary Ann and Ginger walked up.

"Gilligan made a message for future castaways," the Skipper said, and Gilligan pointed. The girls looked and then smiled slightly.

"I guess we are stuck here then," Mary Ann sighed.

"Just a setback - I will get us home" the Professor answered. He squeezed both women's shoulders and disappeared into his hut.

"I guess we should do the wash, as we are still here," Mary Ann said, and the two disappeared.

"Come on, Gilligan, let's go fishing," the Skipper suggested.

Gilligan nodded. "Sure. I'll meet you at the lagoon - I want to do something first."

The Captain agreed, and left his mate to write:

Dear Diary,

Prafeser sur gets crazee wen he thenks wer reskude. We fond thes roks with drawens. Prafeser thawt theyed get us off. The drawens toled how to com to ilend tho. I hed werd drem we waz cavmen and I run into a dinuser.

Gilligan