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STORY ONE: Gilligan's Mountain

Here they are again, the castaways of Gilligan's Island, but this time they are stuck on some secluded mountain top, in the dead of winter, completely opposite of the warm climate of the island they were used to. Can they survive?

STORY TWO: Hell-raised Again

Pinhead is at his mean, nasty tricks again, which means certain death for 2 girls and their whacky college Professor. An Angelic Being holds the key to their freedom but will it be found in time?

Two Short Stories Written By Sciantel

A Guiding Light Ministry Publication

Illustrated By Sciantel

A 2008 Copyright of THE GUIDING LIGHT MINISTRY. ARR on original story-score.

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To my Lord who is God. With You I can overcome anything!

And to my Angels who protect me. Because God has let me be aware of you, I got inspired to write these two stories.

This is the continuing story of the castaways on Gilligan's Island.

Last time you heard of them, they'd gotten rescued and went back to civilization. Only they chartered the new boat of the Skipper's and wouldn't you know it, it got lost in a storm again, and they ended back up on Gilligan's Island! But, this time the Skipper's radio had been salvaged. The Professor was able to fix it so that they could contact the Mainland.

Gilligan's Island has now become a popular resort. It has been 5 years since the resort opened. A man who is into hotels, bought the island and placed the resort on it. Told the castaways that they were going to become equal partners with him. They then decided to remain on the island and help him run it. The man was sneaky though. Had them each sign a paper stating they owned half, but in reality, what they thought was release papers, wasn't. They had actually signed a paper handing over their island and all the rights thereof. They had signed an agreement to become Caretakers of the island and the resort. It was a 5 year lease. They had to remain on the island.

To say that they were all disappointed is an understatement. It was a slow, grueling 5 years at that. When they found out the truth that they could not leave, well it upset them. For you see, all they wanted to do now was leave that stupid island and get back to civilization. They agreed to never sign those papers again and the 5 years was up. But the owner knew that Gilligan was a real stupid man. He planned to trick him and get him to sign. He knew that once he got Gilligan to sign, the others would too not wanting to leave him behind. They'd feel sorry for him. He'd get another 5 years of service from them. ( He didn't pay them too good. )

Everyone was having a big party that night to celebrate that tomorrow they were finally leaving the island. They'd all load up in a charter plane not on a boat. Everyone was 15 years older now. Since they first became castaways. Ginger was well into her late 30s now. " We'll be old maids when we arrive. No one will want to hire an old actress has been, " Ginger told Mary-Ann after she had a good think about it. " Well, you can come live with me on my farm, " Mary-Ann said trying to cheer her up. It didn't help. " Oh swell, " Ginger harped. " I'll show you how to milk a cow. It'll be fun!, " Mary-Ann bellowed. All Ginger did was make a face and start to cry. " Maybe you'll still be an active actress in important parts, " Mary-Ann said patting her on the back. " All I'd be hired for is old lady parts, " Ginger told her. " I'd go to the movies to see you even if all you get is old lady parts, " Gilligan put in happily. Ginger began to cry again. Mary-Ann saw she hadn't been a help to Ginger, but Gilligan was only making it much worse. " Gilligan! " Both Ginger and Mary-Ann blared now. " Was it something I said? " He honked as they walked away from him. Mary-Ann turned abruptly then. " Gilligan, your so, so, " she said but couldn't find the right word. " Uncivilized, " she then said. Boy that really offended him too. " I am not! " He yelled. He was in his 40s and the Skipper was 50. The Professor was about 60 now. The Howels were into their 70s by now.

Gilligan walked away with his feelings hurt. " I am not uncivilized. Just because I've lived on an old stupid island, " he mumbled away.

" Hello Gilligan, " Mr. Turtle, who was the owner of the island and the resort, now spoke as he approached Gilligan.

" Oh hey Mr. Turtle, " Gilligan said not really in the mood to talk to him. " I have some good news, " Turtle said. " You do? What! " Barked Gilligan. " You and the rest of the castaways are going to be leaving here in first class on the Georgia Air Lines, " Mr. Turtle lied. " We are? Wow! " Gilligan hooted all excited. So stupid he was. Turtle smiled from ear to ear. " All you need to do my boy, " Turtle began, " is sign this paper, stating that you've received the airline tickets, " Mr. Turtle explained. " It's for tax purposes, " he added. " Oh, sure, " Gilligan replied. He then took the paper. The Skipper happened to be near by and so he hid behind a bush seeing what Mr. Turtle was up to. He didn't trust the man. " Wait one minute there Gilligan, " the Skipper now said loudly coming over. Had startled Mr. Turtle. His big body bounding outward from the bush really had taken Turtle by surprise. He stormed over to Mr. Turtle now like an elephant. " Oh hi Skipper. Guess what! " Gilligan barked. " What little buddy? " The Skipper asked. " Mr. Turtle is giving us first class tickets on the Georgia Air Lines! " Gilligan honked. Mr. Turtle just rolled up his eyes. " Oh he is is he? " The Skipper chirped. The Skipper felt that Turtle was up to something. Turtle knew that the Skipper was fatter than he was intelligent, but still, he was smarter than Gilligan and might catch on. " Yes Skipper, I am, " he lied. " What's the catch? " The Skipper then asked. " No catch. It's to repay you all for your 5 years of loyal service to me. All you have to do is sign for the tickets. There's no trick, " Turtle reassured. " Oh, well, alright. Where do I sign? " Asked the Skipper as Gilligan looked at him with big, excited eyes.

" Hold on Skipper, don't sign anything just yet, " they then heard the voice of the Professor. " Let me have a look at those papers, " he said now. Turtle knew that the Professor was not stupid at all. The smartest of this insane bunch of nuts. Turtle tried to act like he was late for a meeting. He'd have them sign later in about an hour or so, but then the Professor grabbed the deed from his hands and began to read it. " Why, it's a good thing that neither of you signed this, " the Professor honked. " Why? What's wrong Professor? " The Skipper asked. " Well Skipper if you or Gilligan had, you'd be swindled into serving Mr. Turtle on this island for another 5 years and there would be nothing I could do about it cause your signature, " the Professor said. Boy that made the Skipper mad! Being taken advantage of like that and it made him look stupid or something! " Why I ought to belt you one Mr. Turtle! " The Skipper said losing it now. The Professor had to hold onto his arm, to keep him from swinging at the man. " Excuse me, my phone is ringing, " Turtle spoke fast and he then rushed off. " Boy, he must have good ears to hear it way out here, " Gilligan said. " Oh never mind Gilligan! He must of thought us a complete set of dummies, you and I, " the Skipper spat.

It was really happening. The castaways were going to get off this island, finally. They all loaded up in a small charter plane the Professor had arranged. They all were heading for the Mainland.They'd then all would depart and go their separate ways. They'd be dropped off at Atlanta Georgia.

" Oh boy oh boy! We're finally going home! " Boomed Gilligan. " Yes little buddy, we are, " said the Skipper. He was just as happy. Even Ginger was all smiles. " I can't wait to see Henry again, " Gilligan said. " Yes, " said the Skipper not paying any attention. He gave Gilligan a funny look now. " Henry? Who's that? " He asked. " My pet goldfish, " Gilligan said. " Oh that's nice, " said the Skipper. He then came to his senses. " Your goldfish! " He blurted out. " Little buddy, I hate to tell you this but I imagine he's dead, " the Skipper had to say. " Huh? " Gilligan bellowed. " How long have you had him? "

the Skipper asked. " I got him the last time we were rescued. Over 5 years ago, " Gilligan chirped. The Skipper was afraid of that. " Well, since you never came back Gilligan, he would of starved to death, " the Skipper said. Gilligan frowned. " Well than I guess I'll have to say my goodbyes and flush him down the toilet, " Gilligan said. " Stop with all this death talk. Your upsetting Mrs. Howel, " Mr. Howel said. " Sometimes that boy gets on my nerves, " Mrs. Howel stated.

Everything was going fine, they were now passing over the Georgia Pines. " Oh, aren't they beautiful! I never thought I'd see mountains again, " Mary-Ann boomed. " I've got a lot of gossip to catch up on in Hollywood, " Ginger said. " Thurston, I have a lot of catching up to do myself from my bridge club, " Mrs. Howel said. She then continued, " last time I left, Mrs. Peabody was going to get a face lift. I'd like to see if she was successful or not. I'd like to see what her so called face lift would do for her 5 years later. " She then chuckled. " I need to see where we are on the Stock Exchange, " Mr. Howel added.

Something then happened to the pilot. He began making gurgling noises then just leaned forward. " Hey, mister, I don't think you should be taking a nap when you should to be watching where your going, " Gilligan retorted. He shook him but he had no effect. The Professor then checked him. " Gilligan, he's not asleep, he's dead! " He honked. Gilligan looked dismayed. He pulled his hand away. " I touched a dead man! " He yelped. " Professor, what will we do? " Harped the Skipper now. " We're going to crash! I'm too young to die! " Mary-Ann cried. " I'll try to land the plane, " the Professor said and got into the seat where the pilot had been. The dead man was seated next to Gilligan now. He looked at the man with huge eyes. " Skipper, I don't want to sit next to any dead guy! " He whined. " You have to. Wouldn't be right to stick him next to one of the women, " the Skipper said. " Well, what about you? " Gilligan bellowed. " No, I'm not sitting next to any dead guy, " the Skipper told him. " Why not? Your no female, " Gilligan argued with him. " Because I'm the Skipper and I say so, that's why, " the Skipper made clear. " I was afraid you'd say that, " Gilligan said then sighed.

The Professor tried landing the plane as best he could but they still ended up crashing in the Georgia pines. It was winter and very cold. It was snowing lightly. " Is everyone alright? " Asked the Professor after he came out of being stunned. Everyone came to their senses then too. Everyone was safe but Gilligan was gone. Only the dead man remained where Gilligan had sat. " Where's my little buddy? " Asked the Skipper frantic. The plane was high up, resting in a tree. The Skipper saw Gilligan's white hat far below. " Oh no! He must of fell out! " Cried the Skipper. " Poor Gilligan, and I was so mean to him, " Mary-Ann said and started to cry. She pulled out a hanky and wiped her eyes. They all fell silent over the death of Gilligan. " Could he still be alive Professor? " The Skipper asked. He just couldn't accept it, that Gilligan was gone. " No Skipper, he couldn't of survived a fall like that, " the Professor

said.

" Help, help! " They then all heard. It was the unmistakable voice of Gilligan! " Gilligan! It's Gilligan! " Bellowed the Skipper. " He's speaking from beyond the grave Thurston! " Howled Mrs. Howel. " No, there he is! " Harped the Skipper pointing up at something. Gilligan was stuck way up high, higher up on a branch then where the plane rested. He was almost at the very top of the tree. Somehow, he had fallen out from the plane. " Skipper! " Gilligan called scared. " Stay still little buddy, " yelled the Skipper up at him. " Are you hurt? " The Professor asked. " No, " was Gilligan's reply. " Gilligan, I want you to try to climb down to us, " the Professor now said. Eventually they'd all have to climb down to get out of the tree. " Oh I lost my good shoe, " complained Mrs. Howel. " I didn't bring my hiking boots, " she complained further.

Gilligan very carefully, climbed down to them. Now they all had to carefully, climb down to the ground. " I found your shoe, " Gilligan told Mrs. Howel handing it to her.

Once they had all climbed down safely, soon the plane came a crashing down. They all dashed for the trees. " "It's a complete wreck! It will never fly now! " Blared the Professor. Sounded all too familiar to the Skipper. He once had said the same but about his boat crashing on the island. " You mean we're stranded here? In the mountains! " Honked Ginger. It began to snow again. " I'm cold Thurston, " complained Mrs. Howel. The Skipper rubbed on Ginger's bare hands. " I should of brought a jacket and gloves, " she laughed. It was so ironic. " We need to find shelter if we are to survive, " the Professor told them. So they all followed him. Maybe he could get lucky and find a cave. He went to where the plane crashed. " Try to salvage your luggage, " he told everyone. The plane was going to have to do for now to shelter them. At least for the night. The temperature was dropping fast. It was starting to grow dark out. Gilligan's clothes were all scattered on the ground. " Your stepping on my underwear, " he told Mrs. Howel all embarroused. " Sorry my boy, " she replied. Everyone else's were pretty much in tact. " Thurston, look! Up there in that tree is our luggage, " Mrs. Howel now exclaimed. " Oh no! Lovey, " he outburst. " What is it Thurston? " She remarked. " I kinked my neck, " he said. " Gilligan, go climb up there and toss down their luggage, " the Skipper said now. " Huh? Why me? Can't you ask someone else? " He protested. " There is no one else, now get up there! " The Skipper made clear about to hit him with his cap. " It's always me! " Barked Gilligan now. " Gilligan, " warned the Skipper about to get mad. " You know the Professor has arthritis, and we can't ask any of the women, " the Skipper said. " Sure we can, " Gilligan shocked the Skipper by saying. Gilligan was so sick and tired of his bullying. " Get up there, now! " The Skipper ordered. " Fine! " Yelled Gilligan back. " But if I fall it will be on your head, " Gilligan now told him. The Skipper knew it could be meant literally too.

Gilligan climbed up and came to the suitcase. " Careful boy, my $500 dollar evening jacket is in there, " Mr. Howel said. " Yes, and my mink coat, " added Mrs. Howel. Ginger just looked at her. " Your mink coat? " She bellowed making sure she had heard right. " What mink coat? " Mary-Ann asked now. " Why the one I just bought in case it got cold. Can't expect me to go on a trip without having a coat now can you, " Mrs. Howel said dumbfounded. Ginger felt like choking the old thing. " Hurry up Gilligan, so Mary-Ann and I can take the coat in sections to keep us warm too, " Ginger yelled up. " You will certainly not! " Mrs. Howel made clear. So now all 3 women were arguing.

" I'm just glad you brought something with fur, " Ginger told Mrs. Howel. " So we could make a blanket out of it, " Mary-Ann continued. " Oh, well alright girls, " Mrs. Howel caught on now. " I guess I could part with it. It was really a cheap imitation mink. Not the genuine thing. Was the only thing I could find at short notice in the Auxillery shop, " Mrs. Howel told them. " Here comes their luggage! " Gilligan now yelled from up in the tree. Ginger lunged for it after it landed. " Hey Ginger, " Mary-Ann protested. Ginger, anxious to get the mink coat, hit the lock with a rock. " That will cost you young lady, " blared Mrs. Howel. " Fine, bill me, " Ginger roared and grabbed for the coat as Mary-Ann did too now. " Hey Ginger, we need to share this, " Mary-Ann told her. Mrs. Howel went a grabbing for it too and with the three of them a pulling, the coat tore apart. " Now no one can use it! You all bunch of dummies! " Ginger hollered at them. " You are going to pay for that! " Mrs. Howel made real clear. The Skipper, Professor, Mr. Howel and Gilligan all rolled their eyes up at the women's behavior over the coat. " Well, I knew that was going to happen, " Gilligan said giggling. " Oh shut up! " Said Mrs. Howel, Ginger and Mary-Ann all at the same time to him. They tossed pieces of the coat at him. " That coat really was an overpriced piece of junk. What did they sew it with, straw? " Mrs. Howel honked. " We all must share and try to get along if we are to survive here, " said the Professor now. " Help may not arrive for several months, " the Skipper put in. They were up in the mountains in the dead of winter. " No one will be up here until in the spring, " the Professor tried to get them all to see.

Everyone had to scrunch inside that small plane for the night. But at least by everyone's body heat they all stayed warm good enough. No one froze to death. But they were all a shivering.

That next day the Professor went to look for a better living situation. He wanted to find a cave. It would give warmth and shelter. Gilligan was to stay with the girls. The Skipper went in the opposite direction that the Professor did. Both came back by that evening with no luck. " Maybe the cabins I saw this morning would work as a good enough shelter, " Gilligan then spoke. Everyone just looked at him. " What cabins? " The Skipper asked. " See, I took a walk this morning before anyone else got up and I found 3 cabins by a lake, " Gilligan said and giggled. The Skipper could of choked him. " Why didn't you tell us before the Professor and I went out a looking for hours! " Yelled the Skipper now. Boy was he mad. " No one asked, " Gilligan said. It ended up in him receiving a smack on the head by the Skipper's cap.

Everyone carried as much luggage as they could and followed Gilligan to the cabins. The cabins were not far at all. The Skipper and Professor still felt like choking him. The lake was all frozen and snow covered. One cabin Mary-Ann and Ginger took. Another the Howels took and the other, the biggest, the Skipper, Gilligan and the Professor claimed. Half the roof was caved in. " We'll have to fix this or it will snow in on us, " said the Professor. " Swell. First we're stranded for countless years on an island, and now we're stuck way up in the mountains, " the Skipper said all depressed. " I'll call it, Gilligan's Mountain, " Gilligan said all gleeful. " Go out and get some firewood, " the Skipper said not wanting to hear it. " Yeah, we'll have lots of fun! " Gilligan boomed. " Well isn't that nice Gilligan. I'm sure the two of you will be very happy together, now get going! " The Skipper yelled. When he wasn't looking, Gilligan made a face at him.

By working with the tools found on the plane, the Professor, Gilligan, the Skipper and Mr. Howel, a complaining all the time I might ad, were able to fix the roof. They cut pine trees to remake the ceiling. " Look Skipper, a pine cone, " Gilligan cooed. Looking up at their new roof, a pine cone was still attatched. But then it fell, hard upon the Skipper's head. Gilligan laughed.

That next day everyone had to try to round up food. The Skipper made some arrows out of pine trees. " That's great Skipper, " the Professor told him. The Skipper also used indian arrowheads to attatch to the ends. They could catch fish now with them. The Skipper walked out onto the frozen lake then and made a hole out from the ice so he could catch some fish swimming underneath. The girls found a bush ripe with some kind of berry. The Professor came to see if they were poisonous. He said that it was safe. Some kind of winter berry. They picked them all.

A big snow storm hit that night. But each hut had a nice little fire going inside. The Skipper was cooking the fish that he'd caught. He had enough for everyone. " Kind of bland, " remarked Mrs. Howel. " Well what did you expect? This aint no restaurant, " replied the Skipper. " Kindly do not raise your voice to me, and your english is appalling, " Mrs. Howel barked. The Skipper sighed. The Skipper didn't know what Mr. Howel ever saw in her. Quacky old lady.

November turned into December. " Let's go get a Christmas tree. On the island we could only use coconut trees but now we have nothing but a mountain full of pine trees!" Ginger declared. " Oh yes! We could make the decorations! " Mary-Ann now proclaimed. " Yeah, and I'll help you cut it, " the Skipper added. " We sure have plunty of snow, " Gilligan giggled. The girls all made the ornaments, with whatever they could find. They found that pine cones made excellent ornaments. Ginger used berry dye to color them with. Mrs. Howel let them use her sewing thread, and some beads she'd bought. The Skipper cut the perfect tree. They spent all afternoon decorating it but then Gilligan frowned. " What is it Gilligan? The tree looks perfect, " Mary-Ann asked. " Yeah except that there are no lights. What's a tree without lights on it, " he told her. They all had to now agree with him. But then the Professor had an idea. He went and made candles out of tree sap of all things. The tree was put in the biggest cabin. It was lit very nice now with the candles placed on it. The Professor used pine cones and dug out the centers for a base to place the candles in. They then all began to sing Christmas carols. " This is going to be the best Christmas! " Gilligan boomed.

They all decided to make each other gifts. Gilligan began to carve something out of wood with his pocket knife. " No peeking Skipper, " he said after

he noticed the Skipper a lurking around.

The Skipper went to go chop wood to give to everyone. Mrs. Howel made little knitted, rounded decorations out of the yarn she had brought. She made snowflake shapes. Everyone was really into the Spirit of the holiday that year. Mr. Howel gave to everyone the only thing he had, money. The Professor made snow ice cream for everyone. He'd found a nest of bird eggs. The cold weather had preserved them. He guessed a bird laid them then went south for the winter. She hadn't had time to get them fertilized. He mixed in the eggs with some sugar he had found from packets on the plane. Gilligan was told to go milk the wild moose that he'd seen roaming around. " You want me to milk a moose? " He asked seeing if he had heard right. " Yeah, they are much like a cow Gilligan. The one I saw was a female ready for milking because I saw her little one close by, " the Professor said handing him a container. " Well, alrighyt, " Gilligan said and set out where the Professor told him. The milk would make the ice cream perfect. The Professor needed vanilla flavoring. Where to find it? He found a maple tree near by and decided to use a little maple flavor instead. Was close enough. Also he'd use some of those wild berries they still had left. Would make mighty fine icecream.

" Here moose, here moosey moosey, " Gilligan spoke noticing her with her young. That moose had no intentions of letting Gilligan close enough to milk her. Gilligan had to think of a plan. He decided then to grab away her kid and rub himself all over with it to make himself smell like it. She would think he was her young. He tied up the calf after using a berry to lure it away. It came to him easily. He then went a mooing over to the mother on all 4s. He held the container in his mouth. She had no trouble accepting him. He had the smell of her calf. He began to milk her nipples. The milk came easy. The moose eyed him big and gave a honk. Gilligan laughed. Soon he had the container over half full before the milk ran out. She went a grazing on a bush so her body would then make more but Gilligan had enough milk now. He then rejoined the group. " Wonderful Gilligan, " spoke the Professor in shock. He hadn't expected Gilligan to get near so much milk from the moose. " You forgot to untie the baby, " the Skipper told him. " Oh, " Gilligan said and sighed. He went and untied her and she went a crybabying away. Honk honk honk. " We'll all get a glass with our dinner tonight, " the Professor said and smiled. " Oh I just love fresh milk from a cow! " Mary-Ann said. They placed it out in the snow to get cold.

That night Ginger and Mary-Ann, as their gift to everyone, gave a play. About the true meaning of Christmas. About baby Jesus. It was Christmas Eve. Ginger wrote the scenes herself. " I was in a Catholic school in high school, " she said. So she knew the story really well. She and Mary-Ann also did a play about Scrooge. It was funny. Gilligan laughed. " You having a nice time little buddy? " The Skipper asked him. " Oh you bet Skipper! Merry Christmas, " he told him. " Merry Christmas Gilligan, " the Skipper replied joyfully.

During the next many months the Skipper grew a beard, the Professor, a mustashe, and Gilligan now had much longer hair. He looked more muscled too instead of so skinny, from chopping firewood all the time. Mary-Ann began to notice now that Gilligan began to have nice muscle tone. He had put on a little weight from all the good fish, and wildlife they were able to catch here. They had more meat ideas here in the mountains. Like deer and moose to eat. They also had Betsy the moose, that's what Gilligan called her now, the one he had milked. She was used to him and let him milk her often, so they had plunty of milk to drink, not coconut milk. But rich, creamy cow's milk. It made a difference in one's weight. Mary-Ann hated to admit it but she began to have some feelings for Gilligan. Mary-Ann had real long hair now, no bangs, and Gilligan was a little bit attracted to her too. At first they only took walks together. Ginger and the rest suspected. " Well I'm happy for my little buddy, " the Skipper commented about it. Ginger was happy for Mary-Ann. Didn't help her lonliness though. She knew that the Skipper had had a crush on her all these years but she just wasn't attracted to him like that, or to the Professor either. Never would be. " Oh, I don't know about that Ginger. I never thought I could be attracted to Gilligan but here I am, " Mary-Ann told her that night when they got to talking about it.

That next day Ginger caught Gilligan and Mary-Ann kissing. But the thought of kissing the Skipper on the lips turned her stomach. And also the Professor as well. They both were just too old for her.

Mary-Ann loved the lake. She loved it up here. Was the most beautiful place she ever saw. The ice on the lake was all melted now but it was way too cold still to wade in. The mountains across the lake were covered with snow. A misty fog covered over them in patches. It took her breath away. " I'm going to hate leaving here when we're found, " she told Gilligan. He took her hand. " We can always come back here every summer, " he said. Somehow, Mary-Ann wanted something more permanent. They then went to tell the others. " Let's all agree, after, when we get rescued, that we will meet here every summer, " Mary-Ann said to them. They all agreed to it. " Why, it's a spendid idea! " Mrs. Howel said. " It will be quite a reunion, " Ginger agreed.

" I found a jeep! " The Professor squawked that next day. He was sure he could get it to run with the spare parts from the plane. With the snow about melted they could take the dirt road out. The Professor in fact, got it up and running by the end of that week. " Oh, we're all finally going home! " Ginger squealed. Mary-Ann was happy but she had tears, partly a sadness in leaving this beautiful paradise.

Everyone was now all packed up and ready to go. They all sat in the jeep waiting for Thurston Howel. " Come on Mr. Howel! " The Skipper yelled impatient. " I'm not going until I've found my gold watch, oh Lovey, where did I put it? " He whined. He'd looked everywhere for it. Somehow it got misplaced. The latch had broken and it had fallen off somewhere. He was trying to retrace every step. " Hurry up or we'll leave without you, " the Skipper warned him. " Hurry up Thurston, I believe he would, " Mrs. Howel said. " I'm not going until I've found my watch, " he made clear, in a huff. Well the Skipper could be twice as stubborn. " Suit yourself, " the Professor now said fed up and he started the engine. Off the jeep went. Thurston looked up. " Wait! " He hollered. " Better hurry it up Mr. Howel, " Gilligan called as the jeep became farther from view. " Wait! Don't leave me! " Howled Thurston as he now ran to try to keep up, but holding onto

his heavy suitcase, he slacked farther and farther behind. He was sure that if he didn't load it they wouldn't take off yet. His suitcase then fell open. Gilligan laughed. So did the Professor. They'd all fooled him. They wouldn't really leave him. The jeep stopped so that Mr. Howel could catch up. Just then, on down the dirt road appeared this mangy little poodle who looked like he hadn't had a bath or a hair clip in 5 years. He came a running and yipping at Thurston. The dog snarled and showed his teeth. " Get away, " Mr. Howel honked wondering where had it come from? It latched onto his sock and refused to let go. Ginger got out. " Oh the poor thing, " she said and reached down to pick it up. It whined and let her. It licked her face. But it snarled at Thurston again. " It doesn't like you Mr. Howel, " the Skipper told him. " Or I it, " he remarked. " I'm all a sweat, " he then said taking out a hanky and wiping his face. Ginger decided to adopt the dog as her very own. It growled at only Mr. Howel the whole way out from the mountains.

That next year, right before the summer season opened, they all came back to the cabins of Gilligan's Mountain. They had to reserve them for a week before the summer camps started. This place was quite popular this time of year. Mary-Ann brought her swim suit. She wanted to swim in the beautiful lake but she noticed it was pitch black out in the deep. She wondered then just how deep it went? She decided to swim to the other side. Clear across the lake. It wasn't too far. She was a good swimmer and could make it. She saw a log half way that she could rest on. As she almost made it to the log now an earthquake struck. At the bottom of the lake a great crevice opened up. The gravitation and all caused a pulling sensation. " Help! " She cried out. She was then pulled under. " Mary-Ann! " Gilligan yelled noticing she was in trouble. He and the Skipper swam out then to try to rescue her but the current swept her too far under. Another quake struck again and the crevice closed back up, but only part way. The shaking stopped. " Mary-Ann's in trouble! " The Professor said seeing Gilligan and the Skipper diving under but not finding her. " Oh no! " Ginger gasped. She didn't want to say it. The Skipper came back to shore, raced to get his flashlight then dove back in. Ginger said a silent prayer. The Skipper wasn't hopeful by now. He finally saw her body had come back up entangled with tree branches. He carried her to shore. The Professor rushed over. The Howels came out from their cabin to see what the commotion was. " Oh Thurston, no, " said Mrs. Howel. But Thurston was speechless. " Skipper? " Gilligan asked but he didn't like the look that he gave him. The Professor was checking her. He found no life signs so he began giving her CPR. The Howels watched feeling helpless. So did the Skipper and Ginger. Gilligan helped with the CPR. He had taken classes at the hospital he worked at. He was an orderly. " Stop Gilligan, it's no use. She's gone, " the Professor told him. " Mary-Ann? No! " He outburst. The Skipper felt so bad. Ginger began to cry. Mrs. Howel too. " She was like a daughter to me! " She cried. " Me too dear, " Mr. Howel said holding her. " I guess we'll bury her here, " the Professor now said. " By the lake. She loved it here, " the Professor said and weeped. " I loved her Skipper. I wanted to marry her. I was going to ask her here, tonight, " Gilligan said. He began to cry. The Skipper didn't know what to say to comfort his little buddy. " She's gone to a better place. Into the Hands of our Lord, " he told him. " Will you do a funeral? " Ginger asked. " Of course, " he replied.

They decided to place her body into a sleeping bag, along with rocks and sink her to the bottom of the lake as her grave. She loved the lake. They thought it fitting. The Skipper said a farewell speech. The Skipper knew where the crevice was. The Professor said she'd sink right down into it. Was perfect to bury her in.

They tossed her over not realising that she was still alive. The CPR had worked but because her body temperature was lowered due to the cold of the lake she went into a coma type state which kept her vitals very slow. The Skipper, Gilligan or the Professor hadn't caught her heart beating again.

Down she sank. She began to regain consciousness now as she sank. Mary-Ann was confused. What was going on? Why was she being tugged down again? It was awful before, being sucked down deep into the lake, and she hadn't the strength to swim to the surface. She saw they'd put her in some kind of bag. A rock hurt her foot when she began to struggle. No one could hear her muffled cries.

" Goodbye sweet angel, we shall miss you, " said the Skipper after removing his cap.

Mary-Ann couldn't get the zipper to unzip. It was stuck. The sleeping bag was starting to fill up with water. She hit bottom now but she was right on the edge of the crevice so she rolled then down into it. It was so dark! It went down a lot farther. She felt pressure from the depth. She was so scared. She didn't want to die. She had been raised a Christian but truely, she didn't know what to believe in? She wished now that she had made a better commitment. She just wasn't sure if life after death really did exist?

The castaways were all packed up now and ready to leave. " We'll never come here again, " the Skipper said. Boy were they all terribly depressed.

Mary-Ann finally got the zipper to unzip. Freezing cold water rushed in. She had to hold her breath. It was so cold! Was so dark down here! She then pushed her way up, up, up. Was hard because she was so deep. Hurt her ears something awful. The pressure. She prayed all the way. Felt like she was being squashed. It began to grow lighter now as she continued to go up. She had to breathe and soon or she was going to die! She felt like something or someone was pushing her up! She went much faster now. He had to exist. She hadn't prayed for a long time. Or ever thanked Him for their rescue. She broke through the surface! Fresh air filled her starving lungs. She knew it had been a miracle she was still alive. She would change her ways. She coughed, gaged and choked. She swam to the shore but she was so weak now, and hungry! The water was nasty! She had swallowed way too much of it. She just lay there, too weak to move. One of the castaways would find her. But she was unaware that they had just left.

She managed to drag herself closer to the cabins and then she saw that the jeep was gone! She went into the main big cabin. What luck! Gilligan had forgotten his sleeping bag! She undressed and climbed in violently shaking from being so cold. Soon she warmed though and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. She never awoke until 10:00 that next morning. She was so famished! She needed food. She looked in every cabin hoping they'd left some food behind. No such luck. She did find some fishing wire that had been the Skipper's. She was glad it had a hook on the end. She went and baited it with a worm. She actually caught a fish!

But she knew nothing of how to clean it. She decided to catch fish all day long and then use a stick to clean them. She'd found a match box but it only had two matches left, to make a fire with. She'd cook all the fish over one fire then she'd have enough food to hike down out of the mountain, and another match for a fire at night if it got too cold. At least she had Gilligan's sleeping bag. She only had to follow a dirt road down. Because it was almost summer she wasn't snowed in. She knew that it was a long way back to civilization. She rolled up the sleeping bag to carry with her.

She'd found it wasn't too terribly hard to clean the fish. She used a clothes hanger she'd found. It had been used to roast marshmallows with. It was pretty grouse to her, cleaning out the yuck from the fish. She tossed the things into the lake. Her first match she broke trying to get the fire lit. " Oh! " She outburst frustrated. " And now I only have one left, " she said biting her lip. If she ruined it too she'd have to eat the fish raw. She wasn't sure she could no matter how hungry she got. As she sat in the cabin thinking, she lit the last match. " Oh, what did I do that for? " She whined. She needed to get the flame out to the patch of tree branches and leaves ready to make the fire out of. She'd burned her finger along the way to the pile outside. But she got a good fire started with it. She was so relieved she started to cry. She now began to cook the fish. She had some salt packets she'd found. Fish just didn't taste good without salt. She had caught 6 fish. She ate one of them. She was so hungry she scarfed it down. She found a plastic zip bag and placed the remaining cooked fish into it. She was now ready to leave. Her strength came back.

It took her 3 days to hike down. A motorist stopped on the road and gave her a lift to a gas station. He gave her some change so she could call for help. Mary-Ann decided to call Gilligan. He and the Skipper, plus herself lived in Atlanta Georgia. Same apartment complex even.

" Gilligan! It's me, " she barked so happy to hear his voice say hello. " Me who? " He boomed. " Mary-Ann, " she whined annoyed. " No your not, and I think it's a sick joke mister! " He replied unhappy then he just hung up. " Oh, " she whined on. " Boy! People sure have their nerve! " Gilligan bellowed at the phone. Mary-Ann was so frustrated. She had only enough change to call him once more. " Listen Gilligan, it really is me, " she said after he said hello. " Me who? " He replied. She was fed up! " It's me! Mary-Ann! I didn't die Gilligan. You guys threw me overboard when I was still alive. I had to swim way up to the surface! " She told him starting to cry. Gilligan's eyes became real big. " Mary-Ann! Is it really you? " He asked. At least he hadn't hung up again. " Yes Gilligan. I'm at Loyyd's gas station. Will you come and get me? I've walked all the way from the cabins, " she told him. " I'll be right there! Don't go anywhere, just stay there, " Gilligan made clear. " Yeah, like I have someplace to go. Just hurry Gilligan! " She cried. He had raced out the door already.

He arrived a few hours later. " How did you ever survive? We all thought you were dead, " he asked her as they hugged. " I guess it just wasn't my time yet. I was alive when you guys tossed me over. I was faintly aware just too dazed to speak yet, " she told him. " The sleeping bag was pretty air tight. It saved my life Gilligan. I had a hard time getting it to unzip. When I did I swam to the surface then to the shore. When I did swim back you all had left already. I found your sleeping bag you left behind. It kept me from freezing and catching my death. I found some of the Skipper's fishing wire with a hook on it. I put a worm on it and caught 6 fish! I found two matches but I was able to only use one of them to cook the fish with. I ate them as I hiked down the mountain, then a kind motorist gave me a lift to this gas station, " Mary-Ann explained to him. " Wow! I had no idea you could do all that! " Was Gilligan's astonished reply.

They then left Gilligan's Mountain and they never went back. They all met once a year at a nice park instead where there was no lake. Mary-Ann never wanted to see a lake again for the rest of her life. The park was named Gilligan's Park, wouldn't you know it!

The End