In his time on the island, Professor Roy Hinkley had been documenting his existence with his fellow castaways. For three years, he'd kept a list of objects and things that had washed up from ships, everything from containers of ice cream to a crate with a lion, or having fallen from the sky, such as an experimental robot and the space capsule. He had compiled a theoretical history of the island based on the World War Two surplus abandoned on the island in the form of munitions and guns as well as a geological and ecological study of the island with its volcano, depleted gold pit, citrus trees and natural gas springs. He also included a list of his devices to insure survival such as the bike to recharge the batteries to the radio.

"Professor, you're going to have a lot of material for this book you're going to write." The Skipper pedaled more juice to the batteries. "We've dealt with hostile natives, storms, blights, droughts, swarms…"

"A nasty little scientist on a nearby island…" The Professor recalled Dr. Boris Balingkoff using them as test subjects in inhumane experiments. "Among others, a Japanese soldier, a jungle boy, a washed up robot and a host of extremely forgettable fellow castaways who left us behind not to mention gangsters and Soviet spies." He continued. The most regrettable of the lot had been Erica Tiffany Smith, a fellow socialite of the Howell's whose inept crew couldn't relocate the island or even perhaps the butterfly collector who urgently rushed off on a new adventure than waste time to rescue the castaways. The rest had ulterior motives to keep the existence of the island castaways a secret.

"Did you write down the time Balingkoff tried to devolve Gilligan into a chimp?" The Skipper asked.

"Yes…" The Professor continued writing. "As well as the time Gilligan thought there was a dinosaur on the island."

"How about the time the Japanese Sailor came back and tried to make us an island nation?"

"Yeah…" Hinkley chuckled back at that. "He didn't want a nation that had a Gilligan in it."

"I often wonder…" The Skipper continued pedaling. "Do you think that Jungle Boy remembers us at all?"

"I doubt it." The Professor wondered. "As far as we're concerned, he probably didn't realize we were castaways. He likely just recalls us as old friends."

"I never thought of it like that."

"Well, hopefully," The Professor continued his journal about the recent string of events. "Things will get back to normal round here... or what passes for it."

"How are guys doing?" Mary Anne started strolling past them wearing Gilligan's single red shirt over her shorts. Upon sight of her in it, the Skipper stopped pedaling to recharge the batteries and nearly fell from the bike while the Professor stood up with alarm. The sight of her womanly figure in that skinny red shirt was more than distracting!

"Why are you looking at me like…" It dawned on her. "Oh…" She grinned embarrassingly. "My top popped a stitch and came apart. Gilligan was a perfect gentleman as he tossed me his shirt to wear back into camp. Excuse me…" She beamed abashedly with a light tilt of her head and proceeded back to her hut. Both Hinkley and Grumby held their hands to their hearts to slow their stress pains and sit back down.

"We have got to get off this island!" The two island leaders chorused together.

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