The Professor emerges from the Jungle and wipes his sweaty brow with his arm. Skipper, is it that bad? Is it really that bad? We've got to stay on these rations if we expect to survive. No, Lovey, if I can't have another olive, I'm not gonna eat my string bean. Imagine, a thousand dollars for an olive.ĭoes anybody want any more string beans? We got three left. I'll give you five hundred dollars for your olive. Howell had taken his olive.įolks, we've got to cooperate if we want to avoid starvation. Gilligan looks at this plate and moves his cup to discover that Mr. One string bean, one olive, and one cup of soup per person. We'll have to stay on rations for a while. Now, folks, let's stop complaining and face up to the facts. Howell dismisses the idea and sits down at the table. Howell peers at the soup through her lorgnette. Howell raises his sunglasses slightly to see if anyone is watching him leave the soup line. The Professor went to the other side looking for some crops. I'm sorry, Mister Howell, but the blight has destroyed our whole food supply. I'll be drummed out of the social register. Thurston Howell the Third in a soup line. Howell approaches the soup line wearing sunglasses. Sorry, Ginger, but we're on strict rations. Gilligan ladles soup into Mary Ann's cup. PULL BACK to reveal Gilligan and Skipper dishing out soup to Mary Ann and Ginger.ĭon't worry, only two spoonfuls to a customer. Gilligan uses a spoon to serve soup from a pan into cups. The CROW CAWS, but pays no attention to Gilligan. Hey, don't you know a scarecrow when you see one? If Gilligan said he'd keep them away, why doesn't he keep them away? If we can keep the birds away from them, we may be all right. These are the last of the seeds from my healthy plants. Skipper picks out seeds to examine more closely. Professor shows Skipper a small cup with seeds. No, Mary Ann, just keep it from blowing away. He's in the vegetable garden making some tests.ĭo you want me to keep your breakfast warm? The Professor says it's some kind of a blight. They peer at the speck of food on Skipper's knife. What's that spot here in the middle of it?įrom which Skipper picks up the speck of food with a knife. Oh, that Gilligan never does anything right. Mary Ann places a plate in front of Skipper. Mackerel and sliced bananas? That sounds awful. But all you're gonna get is mackerel and sliced banana. Some nice soft scrambled eggs and a nice thick slice of tinned ham. You know what I'd love to have for breakfast? He walks over to the table where Mary Ann prepares breakfast. ISLAND BEACH - ESTABLISHING SHOT - DAYįOLLOW Skipper as he exits the hut, stretches, and looks around at the day. In fact, I think their skills could have been useful this past week in Italy. I don’t blame either Gilligan or Skipper. I trusted the boat captain to do what was right and take me to my destination. What could have been simpler? I did a very similar thing in Venice not a year ago, traveling completely across the bay not once, but twice. Gilligan would not be my first choice as first officer, but then again the Skipper wouldn’t be my choice as captain either, yet Fortune turns her capricious wheel in strange and inexplicable ways which put this odd bunch of people in the rolls of castaways. I think the other passengers on the Minnow were doing just that: escaping from the strange realities that trapped them in their daily lives–the Professor, the Howells, Ginger, and Mary Ann were all looking for a little fun and sun away from it all. People mostly travel on huge luxury liners and cruise ships to get away from the daily grind at work or home, so the last thing they need on the high seas is drama. Perhaps other skippers and their first mates should study the ill-fated voyage of the Minnow and take notes. Skipper and Gilligan both stayed on board until all hands were safe. Loss of life is only too common when a ship runs aground, especially big ships. In fact, perhaps they should be complimented on saving their themselves and their passengers. Their intentions were good, and their motives true, but they just couldn’t steer the Minnow back to a safe port that night. Mother Nature is, perhaps, one of those wild cards that is both inconstant and unpredictable, chaos, you might say. How hard can it be, even in bad weather, to keep a boat or ship off of the rocks? Perhaps I should blame the mighty storm than blew them off course. I mean, Ginger or Mary Ann is an easier riddle to solve than who was responsible for letting the Minnow run aground. Who should we really blame for this fiasco? It was supposed to be a three hour tour and it turned into an extended stay on an island in the south Pacific.
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