BANG! BANG! BANG!
"No wonder you two are such good friends," the Skipper muttered.
"What's that mean?" Gilligan asked, as he got stood and picked up the monkey.
"You two must been born from the same mother - always breaking stuff and getting into trouble," the Skipper said.
"But if it weren't for him, we all would be dead!" Gilligan protested.
"And who found the plastic?" the Skipper questioned him.
"I didn't know it'd explode!"
"Of course you didn't, and besides we always go along with the finds. It was good material if you didn't drop it," Mary Ann said, as she picked up the broken plate.
The Professor nodded. "Your right Mary Ann, it was a good find – it's simply that it would seem everything we find just explodes!"
"Yeah, well, why don't you take your little friend somewhere else and keep him busy," the Skipper suggested.
"Sure, Skipper, I'm sorry about the plastic. I really thought I did good," Gilligan answered, and left.
The Professor and Mary Ann gave Jonas Grumby a look, and the Skipper sighed. "You did fine Gilligan – it's not your fault everything we find blows up!" he called out after his retreating friend.
Coming back toward them, Gilligan smiled. "Thanks, big buddy," he said and ran off with the monkey.
He sat down under a tree the monkey sat in his lap.
"You did real good Jimmy - I like having you around," he said, and the monkey almost seemed to smile at him.
Gilligan took out his book and with Jimmy still in his lap, he began to write.
Dear Diary,
Nuthen guud eveer coms to us. Found clay stuf but wen it gut hard and droped it blew up. My munkey frend savied us by blowng all it up I almost dyed cuz it was alsoe fellengs in my moth but im ok now.
Gilligan