The Howells, the Skipper, Gilligan, and Mary Ann stood outside of the Professor's window. They watched as the intelligent man performed experiments on the flora and Ginger. The five were captivated by the scientific phenomenon.
"Do you really think it was that strange plant?" asked Mary Ann.
"Anything's possible," muttered the Skipper.
"Anything except getting off this island," Mr. Howell uttered under his breath.
"Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful if we met the real Nichelle Nichols?" Mrs. Howell imagined, "I always loved the dresses she wore. I could probably borrow some."
"It seems my initial hypothesis was correct," they heard the Professor tell Ginger.
"You mean that funny little plant turned me into a different celebrity?"
"It appears that way. It seems you have all of her physical features, but none of her biological ones. That's why your voice and mannerisms haven't changed."
"I have to admit, I'm kind of enjoying this. I've always wondered what it'd be like to be a television star," the actress mused.
"Isn't that the same as being a movie star?" reasoned the Professor.
"I wouldn't know. I've never been on a television show before. I only acted in the pictures."
A moment of silence passed between the pair.
"How long do you suppose I'll be like this?"
"It's hard to tell. You could be like this for a few hours, or the rest of your life," he paused, "Now Ginger, did you have any symptoms that led to your transformation?"
Ginger twiddled her sable thumbs.
"Hmm. I thought my hand was a little numb, like I had been sitting on it. Other than that, I didn't feel any different."
The Professor stood up and began to gradually pace the room.
"Hmm. I wonder if it's contagious," he muttered.
"What should I do in the meantime, Professor?"
The man switched his gaze to the beautiful woman.
"The only thing you can do, what you've been doing."
Ginger nodded in agreement. She soon left the hut and walked outside. She grinned at her friends who were near the window.
"Mary Ann? Have you started lunch yet?"
"Not yet."
Ginger waved her hand.
"Come on, I'll help out today."
As the pair headed toward the kitchen area, the remaining four remained in their spots. The Skipper shifted his eyes from each castaway.
"You haven't touched the plant, right?" he questioned the others.
"I only touch flowers I recognize," Mrs. Howell replied.
"I'm not the gardening type," added Mr. Howell.
"Gilligan?" the Skipper added warily.
The first mate grinned.
"Don't worry, Skipper. I didn't even know they found the plant."
The Skipper let out a sigh of relief.