The day continued on as usual. Gilligan and the Skipper walked through the jungle as well. They were searching for some more vines.
"Remember Gilligan, nothing too brittle, wet, or thick!"
"Right Skipper!"
The first mate hunched over as he searched the ground for some good vines. He kept a close eye on the ground. Without noticing, he wandered farther and farther away from his friend. After some time, he tripped and fell onto his face. As he got up, he noticed he had tripped on a sturdy vine. He grinned as he started to stand up. He tried to pull the vine. Surprisingly, it wasn't budging as easily as they would in the past. After a few tries, Gilligan called for his friend.
"Skipper! Skipper!"
"What is it, Gilligan?"
"I need some help with this vine!"
"Be right there, little buddy."
Gilligan sat on a rock as he waited.
"Where's the vine, Gilligan?" the Skipper asked once he arrived.
The first mate spun around while speaking.
"It's right down," he paused as he noticed it wasn't the Skipper in front of him, "Louis Armstrong?"
"What are you babbling about?" Mr. Armstrong asked with the Skipper's voice.
Gilligan's eyes widened.
"Uh, Skipper."
"Yes?"
"I think you got some plant oil on you."
"Why would you say that?"
Gilligan pointed to a puddle of water.
"See for yourself."
The Skipper bent over and saw his reflection. His eyes bugged out.
"I-I'm Louis Armstrong!"
"I guess the plant can't get rid of your gut," quipped Gilligan.
"Gilligan!"
The Skipper reached for his hat. Immediately, the first mate starting running away.
"Gilligan," he bellowed.