For Teobi
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"We should start the sandcastle contest," the Professor suggested. They split up into teams: Gilligan and the Skipper, Mary Ann and Ginger, and the Howells, with the Professor to judge.
Things were going well, until Gilligan tripped over a bucket and made his acquaintance with his half-finished castle, full-out.
The Skipper automatically drew a breath to bellow, but remembered the promise he made. "Are you alright, little buddy?" he asked as sympathetically as he could manage.
A small smile –a dangerous smile– lit Gilligan's face. "I'm fine." He was still speaking when he threw a sand-ball right at the Skipper.
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