Hi, Jilly again and guess what?...I have the start of *drums roll* very first G.I. fanfic!!! I will warn you...it is VERY short, I will post more A.S.A.p. (no that does not stand for always stranded at ...yeah cant think of anything else) uh,... oh, i will post more whenever i find the time, and i would like to have at least 2 replys about my fic....oh by the way, i am trying to weave in BOTH a MAG and a GP...ha ha, good luck to me...well i hope you like it, here it is...!!!.......:D

Gah! Where is it? LOL. Can't wait!

Setting: in the clearing all the castaways are sitting down to eat, exept for Ginger...we'll get to that later...

*Ahem* Whack! (whack bang...same diff)
"GILLIGAN!" (I think we all know who that is ;) )

" I'm sorry Skipper but I had--" Gilligan started to say as his best buddy put his cap back on his head.

"Well, you should be, now I have to go around all day with banana, coconut, and mango mush all over my pants." He hit Gilligan again, a little softer but the hit still got right down to the point. Skip then remembered how he refered to Mary ann's cooking as 'mush.'

"I'm nt saying that your cooking is mush," he said as he turned toward the beautiful brunette to the left of him.(don't worry he doesn't like her) " Your a good cook, I mean for someone who only has coconuts to cook with day in and day out...although I wouldn't mind having a nice big juicy steak..."

" Why thank you Skipper, I try. Without me, you and Gilligan would have to do all the cooking." She made a sideways glance over at Gilligan, who sat across from her, and showed a slight smile.

"Yes, that's right or Ginger..." stated the Professor, then he let his thoughts wonder to the firery red head of the group. " By the way, where is Ginger? has she taken ill?"

" Yes, she hasn't been feeling at all well over the last day or two, she says she thinks it was her attempt to bake a pie...I'm thinking she didn't cook the eggs all the way though."

" I'll drop by the hut after we finish eating...now what are some of her symtoms? "

Before Mary ann could answer his question the music on the radio turned into an announcer

*RADIO*

Hello out there, this is Friendly Henry with a specail news bullitin...The three Kippawakees tribe members that were being held at the scientific lab in North Dakota for tribal customs and observations---


Professor then interjected, " Why, they can't do that! It's inhumane, unnessesary, and completly barbaric--"

*RADIO*

Oh, but they have...and now the Kippawakees have escaped, if you have any information please contact the S.O.T (science of tribes) These men are very dangerous, and if you are to run into one all you have to do--

Just then our man Gilligan, who was trying to get seconds on the 'mush' knocked Friendly Henry right off the table. The reamaing castaways then look at him and just stare....(they have found this more effective than yelling)
"Sorry everyone."

"Oh, that's alright Gilligan my boy... even though it would be our luck that those cannabals will land here and do away with us all!" said Mr.Howell starting out quite, he then croscendoin.g(got louder)

"Oh, how dreadful! But Thurston, what does one wear to a mascre?"

Skipper, as if coming out of a daze says," and a whole bottle of A1 sause..."



Ok, so tell me what you think...i'm worried about staying in charactor, so tell me if i ever stray!...sorry it took me so long to post this, my computer was going to shut down in 30 seconds so...yeah...--Jilly

Hehe. Nice. Keep it going!

ok, i'm not going to continue writing unless i get like 1 or 2 more replys, i have another page or 2 to post, but i wont post it untill i get somemore feedback, so that way i know it wasn't a big waste of time...by the way my friend is writing a MAG fic but her writing style is......different should we say....:confused: but anyway i hope to hear from SOMEONE soon, so i can continue, cuz i really hate starting something and not finishing it....
that's all for now--Jilly

Hey! This is cool. Keep going. By the way, I'm Jillian too.(doi-hence the sn):D

Seriously, Jilly, post even if you don't get a whole lot of responses after every post. I know that I read a lot of fan fics but don't necessarily reply after every section. I kinda like to read the whole thing before commenting. But that's me. Anyway, don't think that just because not so many people reply, that they're not reading it. Farthest thing from the truth. I just don't wanna be left hanging. Haha. Keep going!

Wow, let fate guide us Jillian (how bout you be Jillian and I be Jilly, less confusement) But if you guys thought that the last post was a cliffhanger...try this....:cool: ;)


After breakfast, and the startling news on the radio, all the
castaways resigned to do thier daily activities. All exept two,
Ginger lying in bed with a terrible illness of some sort, and the
Professor, who decided to help Mary ann on the dishes. Thinking to himself that Mary ann and Ginger, although he never really recalled seeing Ginger do much, did all the work on the island, and with her sick, he decided to do his good deed for the day and help Mary ann out, he also wanted to get as much information out of Mary ann of Ginger's illness, he was concerned about her naturally. But yet something was eating away at him, he really can't be sure what this thing is, but it's this horrid knawing at the pit of his stomach, he quickly assured himself that it was just worry that one of his friends on the island was sick, and that he wasn't sure he could cure the thing, whatever it was, and make her be back to her Hollywood-self that he had grown to love. His thoughts turned to the what if's...what if he had no cure...what if something goes wrong in the medications that he gives her....or most of all, what is he has to watch her slowly die, right infront of his eyes?
Mary ann watched her friend stare blankly into space, absent mindedly drying the same dish he was five minutes ago. What's he thinking about now, she thought.
" Ummm, Professor, you ok?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine, why do you ask Mary Ann?"
"Well, to be completly honest Professor, you look like your about to cry."
" Do I now?" He lets out a sigh, trying to let all his worries go along with it. " I' ve been thinking about Ginger, how ill is she?"
" Oh, just the stomache flue I guess, but she's having this weird pain in her side...but I think it's just that womanly th--" He suddenly took her arm and looked straight into her eyes. " Does she have a fever?" " I don't know, I haven't checked yet." Mary ann looked at the dish with all the suds on it, thinking you were a nurses assistant in high school, and you didn't even think to take her temperature? Tearing away from her thoughts she managed to say, in a soft whisper," I..umm...does it matter?"
" Yes, a great deal as a matter of fact." " What are you saying Professor? Is, what you think she has, dangerous?"
"To her it may be...Mary ann, if she has a fever, there's a nine out of ten chance that it very well could be appendicitus." (the thing where your appendix ruptures and you could die)


I know I know, really short, but that's how I work, I'll have more in a few days, but to me it will seem like a Gillasecond, but to you an eternity....(dunno just guessin') Please reply--Jilly:wave:

oooo! i like. poor Ginger. but....Proffy will take care of her! keep going!

and yeah, what Courtney says is true. i'm like that as well....i don't always reply after each section, i prefer to read it all and then comment. so keep going anyway, we're still reading. :)

It's good. that's so cute with Proffy so concerned for Ginger. I hope you write some more.

peacesign: :smurf: (MHP Who?)

Knock knock! "Hey Ginger, may I come in?"

No response...."Ginger, are you alright?"

He took his chances at her not being decent and opened the door. What he saw startled him, he had never seen Ginger like this, so lifeless...it made him want to reach

out and hold her until all her pain went away.

He walked over to her 'bed' and gently shook her shoulder.

"Ginger, it's me, the Professor. I've come here to possibly diagnose you, but I'm sure it's nothing."

"Professor?" -

-" Yes?"

---"You don't have to worry about this, I just feel tired and sick to my stomache...that's all."

--"Well, nonetheless it would ease my mind if I could measure your bodily heat in farie--uh, take your tempurature...just humor me."

He then took uot his thermometer and stethescope.....to keep her calm he talked to her, but as much to tire her.

"So, you have stomach pain, does it have the charactoristics of influenza... um, the stomache flue, or is abdominal pain?"

----"Look, Professor,it's very sweet of you to worry like this, but all I am is tired, and I feel like I need to upchuck...and I feel cold. Now please, let me rest."

---But Ginger I...." He sighed again,"I'm just concerned about your well-being." He did something that was unlike him, he reached out and touched her face for a brief

moment, then pulled back.

What's gotten into me?

" Get some rest Ginger, oh, and one more thing, open your mouth so I can swab it with this cotton ball...that's it...thank you. I'll be back in before lunch today, so zi'll tell

you your diagnoses...take care." The Professor gathered his things, and fled the girls hut to conslut his books, and do some lab tests on Ginger's swab.

Aww, poor Ginger, but atleast she has the Professor to care for her. Keep posting, i'm interested to see where this is going. :)

peacesign: :smurf: (MHP who!)

hey , sorry i haven't posted anything lately, but i've had dance competition and band and games, and everything....so i haven't had time!!! and this time i'm actuall gunna have a lot of it writen, so yeah, next time i post there will be a lot more than wat i usually post....yippy!---Jilly

what do ya play in band? i play percussion.

ah, the days of band. makes me miss high school. i'm a trumpet nerd, myself. rock on, band geeks!

I play the violin and the piano, i don't play the piano well and nither for the school. I love high school it's the best! next year i replace gym with dance and i belong to pep club! which is awesome because i love making a fool out of my self infront of the whole school, that and i get to wear a body microphone.
Hey i hope you post some more soon

peacesign: :smurf:

hey cool we're all in band or were....i play in percusion as well,, i'm a freshman in high so i'm wat they call a 'newbie' i mainly play the sim-bal-z....can't spell, but next year i think i'm gunna ATEMPT to play the clarinet.....ha ha...joy......but hey, as much as i am interested in all ye lives, i have to start up my fan fic again, and last time i replyed...i lied, it wont be SUPER long, but it'll have more than one scene in it, i think around maybe 3 short scenes and one long...ish kinda dramatic scene, this is sad, i'm turnin' G.I. into a Soap!!!!...a soap....(gasps) i got it!!!! (no thier will be no dying or cheating or backstabbing)....or will their?....:dance: ----untill next time----Jilly Ann...my new nic-name at school, some ppl found out i was doin this fic thing and one day some one called me mary ann (which i can get cuz in most ways i am like her) and then someone said 'hey jilly ann, and mary ann, sound the same...so now i am affectionatly known as "Jilly ann", just as long as they dont start callin me and marshall(this guy that looks and acts like the proffy) "the rest" i think i'll be ok!! -----"Jilly Ann"
:crazy:

*gasps* Wow, someone my age! I'm home-schooled, though, so I'm not in band. :(

Please post soon, Jilly!

you know a guy who looks and acts like proffy? *jealous glare*

Haha. I've turned GI into a quasi-soap on more than one occasion. It's fun. And I was a band nerd too. Played clarinet since fourth grade all the way through high school. (Piano too, but not in band).
Love the new nick-name, Jilly Ann. My friend Diane calls me "Ginger Ann" because I have red hair, but am more of a Mary Ann. And I was "Ginger" in our little redhead 'cult' in high school. Haha.

Anyway, I'm waiting anxiously for the fanfic as well!

What would a good dramatic story be with out dying, back stabbing, and or cheating? heh heh. Oh by the by, Julie! There is another open shirt shot of the Professor besides in St. Gilligan's eppy. Heh heh heh! the dvd's are awesome!

peacesign: :smurf:

which episode? which episode? wheeeee!
*tries to calculate exactly how long it might take to walk to wal mart*
*realizes she's dumb when it comes to math and gives up*

i need dvds. who wants to come drive me somewhere to get it?

Voodoo Something to Me! When they all come running to Gilligan after he's been fighting with the chimp. It's a brief glimps but it is something! Heh. I'd drive you but there are two major conflicts, first being that I'm in a different state, second being that I can't get my drivers permit till August, they don't let 15 year old girls drive... :( i wish i could drive.

peacesign: :smurf:

oh yeah....i knew about that. lol. yeah, you don't see anything....he goes and buttons it too fast. blah.

i can't believe i care that much about his chest. lol. oh well. i don't know what those darn casting people were worried about....Russell's chest was quite sexy enough, thank you.

True dat (to quote Teen Girl Squad) But hey when he turns towards the camera it's not buttoned all the way and you see some Russell and he turns towards that camera a few times. Heh Heh, dang Julie we are really odd about Proffy's chest. I'm getting a little vechlemt, talk amungst your selves, here i'll give you a topic, Professor could fix a radio with salt water and pennies, but he couldn't fix a few holes in a boat, discuss...

peacesign: :smurf:

HA HA HA! he's "like buttah!"

nice mention of Teen Girl Squad. i AM "what's her face" lol. the baggy jeans, the hands in pockets...oh yeah.

ARROWED!!

Originally posted by I Luv Lucy Fan
*gasps* Wow, someone my age! I'm home-schooled, though, so I'm not in band. :(

Me too! I've only homeschooled for a few years, though. As for everybody's instrument discussion, I play the Irish pennywhistle currently(competition in 2 days) but I am able to play a variety of instruments. I want to be in band so I was going to get a few people together and have band for our neighborhood people not in band, but it didn't work out. Hmm, I used band three times in one sentence...I had better advise you all to ignore some of my chattering, I just never talk to anyone, let alone someone over six.:rolleyes: ;)

He is like 'buttah'! great i'm getting all vechlemt again... heh heh I love teen girl squad! I'd be so and so mixed with what's her face.

I met a possum
Good for you

peacesign: :smurf:

*gasps* Someone else my age! What luck!

Don't worry about you're chattering, Jillian. I tend to do that too. I don't have many people to talk to either. At least none my age. (As you can probably tell.)

Good luck with your competition. ;)

Sits. Waits patiently for more story.

That is all.

(Haha. :D ).

:eek: I THINK I'VE GOT SOMETHING GOING!!!! I'll post in few days... or a week or two...can't wait.....good idea!! --Jilly Ann

Ahhh! Don't do this to me! Haha.

Can't wait!

ok.....since it has been forever since i last posted here is my fanfic form beginning to....what i have so far.....


Setting: in the clearing all the castaways are sitting down to eat, exept for Ginger...we'll get to that later...

*Ahem* Whack! (whack bang...same diff)
"GILLIGAN!" (I think we all know who that is )

" I'm sorry Skipper but I had--" Gilligan started to say as his best buddy put his cap back on his head.

"Well, you should be, now I have to go around all day with banana, coconut, and mango mush all over my pants." He hit Gilligan again, a little softer but the hit still got right down to the point. Skip then remembered how he refered to Mary ann's cooking as 'mush.'

"I'm not saying that your cooking is mush," he said as he turned toward the beautiful brunette to the left of him.(don't worry he doesn't like her) " Your a good cook, I mean for someone who only has coconuts to cook with day in and day out...although I wouldn't mind having a nice big juicy steak..."

" Why thank you Skipper, I try. Without me, you and Gilligan would have to do all the cooking." She made a sideways glance over at Gilligan, who sat across from her, and showed a slight smile.

"Yes, that's right or Ginger..." stated the Professor, then he let his thoughts wonder to the firery red head of the group. " By the way, where is Ginger? Has she taken ill?"

" Yes, she hasn't been feeling at all well over the last day or two, she says she thinks it was her attempt to bake a pie...I'm thinking she didn't cook the eggs all the way though."

" I'll drop by the hut after we finish eating...now what are some of her symtoms? "

Before Mary ann could answer his question the music on the radio turned into an announcer

*RADIO*

Hello out there, this is Friendly Henry with a specail news bullitin...The three Kippawakees tribe members that were being held at the scientific lab in North Dakota for tribal customs and observations---


Professor then interjected, " Why, they can't do that! It's inhumane, unnessesary, and completly barbaric--"

*RADIO*

Oh, but they have...and now the Kippawakees have escaped, if you have any information please contact the S.O.T (science of tribes) These men are very dangerous, and if you are to run into one all you have to do--

Just then our man Gilligan, who was trying to get seconds on the 'mush' knocked Friendly Henry right off the table. The reamaing castaways then look at him and just stare....(they have found this more effective than yelling)
"Sorry everyone."

"Oh, that's alright Gilligan my boy... even though it would be our luck that those cannabals will land here and do away with us all!" said Mr.Howell starting out quite, he then croscendoin.g(got louder)

"Oh, how dreadful! But Thurston, what does one wear to a wake?"

Skipper, as if coming out of a daze says," and a whole bottle of A1 sause..."


After breakfast, and the startling news on the radio, all the
castaways resigned to do thier daily activities. All exept two,
Ginger lying in bed with a terrible illness of some sort, and the
Professor, who decided to help Mary ann on the dishes. Thinking to himself that Mary ann and Ginger, although he never really recalled seeing Ginger do much, did all the work on the island, and with her sick, he decided to do his good deed for the day and help Mary ann out, he also wanted to get as much information out of Mary ann of Ginger's illness.
He was concerned about her naturally. But yet something was eating away at him, he really can't be sure what this thing is, but it's this horrid knawing at the pit of his stomach, he quickly assured himself that it was just worry that one of his friends on the island was sick, and that he wasn't sure he could cure the thing, whatever it was, and make her be back to her Hollywood-self that he had grown to lo...er, um...become so fond of.
His thoughts turned to the what if's...what if he had no cure...what if something goes wrong in the medications that he gives her....or most of all, what is he has to watch her slowly die, right infront of his eyes?
Mary ann watched her friend stare blankly into space, absent mindedly drying the same dish he was five minutes ago. What's he thinking about now, she thought.
" Ummm, Professor, you ok?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine, why do you ask Mary Ann?"
"Well, to be completly honest Professor, you look like your about to cry."
" Do I now?" He lets out a sigh, trying to let all his worries go along with it.
" I' ve been thinking about Ginger, how ill is she?"
" Oh, just the stomache flue I guess, but she's having this weird pain in her side...but I think it's just that womanly th--" He suddenly took her arm and looked straight into her big brown eyes.(that one was just for you guys )
" Does she have a fever?"
" I don't know, I haven't checked yet." Mary ann looked at the dish with all the suds on it, thinking you were a nurses assistant in high school, and you didn't even think to take her temperature?
Tearing away from her thoughts she managed to say, in a soft whisper," I..umm...does it matter?"
" Yes, a great deal as a matter of fact." " What are you saying Professor? Is, what you think she has, dangerous?"
"To her it may be...Mary ann, if she has a fever, there's a nine out of ten chance that it very well could be appendicitus." (the thing where your appendix ruptures and you could die)

Knock knock! "Hey Ginger, may I come in?"

No response...."Ginger, are you alright?"

He took his chances at her not being decent and opened the door. What he saw startled him, he had never seen Ginger like this, so lifeless...it made him want to reach out and hold her until all her pain went away.

He walked over to her 'bed' and gently shook her shoulder.

"Ginger, it's me, the Professor. I've come here to possibly diagnose you, but I'm sure it's nothing."

"Professor?" -

-" Yes?"

---"You don't have to worry about this, I just feel tired and sick to my stomache...that's all."

--"Well, nonetheless it would ease my mind if I could measure your bodily heat in farie--uh, take your tempurature...just humor me."

He then took uot his thermometer and stethescope.....to keep her calm he talked to her, but not as much to tire her.

"So, you have stomach pain, does it have the charactoristics of influenza... um, the stomache flue, or is abdominal pain?"

----"Look, Professor,it's very sweet of you to worry like this, but all I am is tired, and I feel like I need to upchuck...and I feel cold. Now please, let me rest."

---But Ginger I...." He sighed again,"I'm just concerned about your well-being." He did something that was unlike him, he reached out and touched her face for a brief moment, then pulled back.
What's gotten into me?

" Get some rest Ginger, oh, and one more thing, open your mouth so I can swab it with this cotton ball...that's it...thank you. I'll be back in before lunch today, so I'll tell you your diagnoses...take care." The Professor gathered his things, and fled the girls hut to conslut his books, and do some lab tests on Ginger's swab.



OK NOW FOR THE NEW PART.....i hope ye all like, and PLEASE tell me if i don't stay in charactor...cuz i do have that tendancy...

SETTING: in the boys hut, Skipper appears to be in deep thought about something, or someone (you thinkin..."wat? who??") This next scene, we are INSIDE the Skipper's head, hearing his thoughts...

Natives on the island...again. We can't even defend ourselves, with all of our bullets and pistols gone, all by fault of Mr. Gilligan. Ahhh, Little Buddy, what have you done to all of us? Well, I can't blame him for everything...hmmm.

--He gave himself an amusing laugh thinking about his Gilligan--

He really has no idea of so many joys of this thing we call life. The simple things like holding hands on a first date, or stealing a kiss on the porch swing of the girl next door's home....girl next door, they are refreshing, and easy on the eyes. Just like our Mary ann--

he laughed out loud at the thought of his 'Little Buddy' kissing Mary ann at her door at the end of a date...he then roared with laughter at the thought of just that, Gilligan and Mary Ann--

Well, now that I think about it

--he rubbed his chin--

is it so crazy that Gilligan DOES know something about the game we call romance?......

--"Naw." he said aloud, then finally making up his mind about something he REALLY needed to aknowledge his friend about...."But. how would he take in the greusome details of the umm...birds and the bees...?"--


* Gimmini, that was hard, staying in charactor with just ONE of our beloved castaways...hope I stayed in Skipper mode ok...well, here I go again...*



SETTING: We see Professor in his hut over his lab table.


Hunching over his medical book, he was searching through the index of symtoms...so far he had found three hundred and seven diseases matching all of Ginger's.
" Great, now all I have to do is figure out which one of all of these she has...and to do that I have to calculate the tropical atmospheric surroundinds, what she has comsumed interrnally, and lastly if there has been any changes in the substances we use in all of our daily island routines..."

Mary ann then entered as if called apon by the Professor's mind.(ha I know you guys are eating this up, could this possibly be MAP by mistake?!?!?...to ease your mind....no)
"Ah,Mary ann, just the person I was going to go and look for."
-- "OK...well, it seems to me that you need something, what is it?"
----"I need to ask you what, in the past few days, Ginger has processed though her digestive system."
--"This is just a guess Professor, but are you asking me what she has eaten, and also the amout of each serving, Ginger has had in the past three days?"
----" Well yes, actually that is exactly what I said..." He had never noticed that his FRIEND could understand him and his complexed words.
He figured that all of his senses were on high alert since Ginger is in her bed, all alone....
----" Anyways, so what HAS she eaten? Anything out of the ordinary? Too spicey, sweet...too much?...OH! A new ingriedient in one of your familiar dishes?"
--"Professor, slow down, and breath like Aerobic Annie says....you know, the girl who does the...well, you seem calm now...Well let's see...over the past couple days, to the last digit, she has had...."
And the list went on and on and on, for a movie star she sure does eat a lot! He listened, writing down everything his closest al-eye to Ginger had to say.
----" Thank you Mary ann, you have been most helpful."
--"Anytime Professor. Glad I could help." She hopped off the table she was sitting on, walked across the hut,pushed open the door, and out she went to get back to...SKIPPER, she thought, I left him with dinner preperations!!!

As he finished up, after a good two or three hours of hard work, he had narrowed down the possibilities down to an incredible seven...
" Oh, I was afraid of this. I have to collect various samples of tree bark, citric acids, and palomino plants...I need help."
Yes, that he did need help, with the Skipper helping Mary ann with thier dinner, and the Howells being the Howells, and the fire-filled movie star bed ridden, that left Gilligan...* No, I won't let him help this time, no matter how much he beggs. Gingers life is to important. Why am I feeling like this? All of a sudden my feeling have changed toward her, this has indeed stumped me. I do not understand this feeling, or what to call it. I need someone I can talk to about this, and fast...before I can no longer consentrate on my work. And without work, I have nothing.* ( don't worry Julie, he still has you!!) And so he set out to go and gather these special things to find out exactly what is wrong with Miss Glamour.

DREAM SEQUENSE!!!--Ginger's

Ginger....Ginger....he wispered, GINGER!!!!

---" What is it, where am I?"
--------" What does it look like you washed up has-been?!?!? Hmmmm....whit cieling, white walls, and...OH GEE!! White smoke!"
---" Have I died?" She cried as she began to sob, then she realized something. " Hey, did you just just call me a'washed up has-been'?"
--------" Don't be silly Miss Grant, of couse I did, your life is so lonely, you must become...UNlonely, otherwise you will parish from the Earth."
---"Are you...are you GOD?"
--------" No, I'm a door to door sellsmen selling shoes, OF COURSE I'M GOD!! Sorry,I do not mean to yell at my children, but they often need it...tell me, Miss Grant, am I what you expected?"
---" Uh, not really...but about me 'parishing form the Earth'...what can I do to prevent that?"
--------" I just told you Miss Sacrifice-me-I'm-beautiful-through-me-into-the-volcano!"
---"But what was it? Don't be lonely, I'm not lonely by any means God....God?......GOD?!?!?!!?.....Do you hear me?! I don't want to die. I DON'T want to DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!"

END OF DREAM

I know, I know, a bit extreme, but I thought it would be kinda funny if God dissed her like that...well, it cracked me up! I'll write more, well, I HAD more till my freaking computer crashed!! But that's all I can remember, and that's only half of the new stuff I wrote...sooo?...how was it? honestly, i'll chnge anythinh you want, i could never really GRASP the ginger charactor as much as I hoped...oh well, i'm tryin dangit!! he he :crazy:-------Jilly ann

Oh, this is getting so good! God isn't exactly as friendly as I've imagined, but...

Please, please, please post again soon!

LOLOL! Oh man. That's classic. Gotta love the inside of Skippy's head. And God dissing his people ... I like that. Haha. It's all in good fun.

Can't wait for more!

QUESTION! Why does Julie get the Professor?
Heh heh that was funny with God "I'm a door to door salesman selling shoes"

peacesign: :smurf:

lol...dontcha just love how my mind works...classic right...and TheOtherMovieStar...ok....sure, you can 'have' him too, I guess....:confused: ......but I shall keep writing since ya'll like the God thing oh so much ;) I GUESS I'll justHAVE to write another God thing....P.S. I am NOT by any means dissin God, he's cool in my book, literally....I mean,he's fair game just as much as anyone!
well, back to the writing board...ha ha, drawing...writing...board as in "The Board"....ha ha, hillarity!-------Jilly ann.

ok....here we go again... oh, and just so everythinh doesn't get confusing...one of these things... - is gilligan talking two is skipper talking 3 is mr howell four is mrs howell five(- - - - -) is ginger 6 is proffy and 7(my fav castaway) is mary ann ( - - - - - - -)ok?....ok.

i dont wanna die i dont wanna die...du da da du du da!!....and...end -o- dream....


- - - - - - - "Ginger! GINGER!!...Sweety, wake up, your fine, your fine!" Mary ann said as she gently shook her best friend awake.
- - - - - - - "Ginger, it's just a dream, it's just a dream!" Mary ann knelt down beside her bed, then hugging Ginger and rocking her, she finally calmed down.
- - - - - - -" There, now what on God's green Earth are you yelling about?"
- - - - -" That was just it Mary ann!"
- - - - - - - " What's it? God?..."
Ginger nodded. Then it dawned on her.
- - - - - - -" Oh, Ginger don't worry it was just a dream, your not going to die because of what God said in a dream...so you shouldn't have to..."
- - - - -" No, no! The part about me dying wasn't so bad! It was the fact that He kept on putting me down." She saw the confused look on her friend's face.
- - - - -"Well, for example, He said something about me being a door to door sellsman...or was that him? I can't remember I was so upset, because at the very beginning of the dream he said that I was a 'washed up has been.' Mar, he was being down right mean to me!"
Mary ann then cocked her head sideways and gave her a reassuring grin, then a girlish giggle. Which she had just descovered today that she could still do, thanks to Gilligan...;) ;)
- - - - - - -" Ging, I'm sure the 'washed up has been' bit was just Him telling you that your life hasn't been....how can I put this...fulfilled."
- - - - -" What do you mean?"
- - - - - - -" I don't know, ask Him...maybe he'll pay you a visit soon, and then tell you that everything's going to be just fine...and that'll make two of us."
She stood, and patted her hand to let her know that she was there for her, no matter what.
- - - - - - -" Well I should go, I've already left Skipper alone ONCE with the food I was preparing for our dinner...how do you feel, ya ok to eat?...I made your favorite pie!....mango and pinapple..."
Ginger hesitated, seeming to really think about this.
- - - - -" Yeah, but a small serving, k? Even though I'm on this island, I still have to watch my figure...you never know! And umm..
maybe, ONE piece of pie...one."
- - - - - - - "You got it." Mary ann gave a small smile at her friend, and turned to leave.
- - - - -" But hey, Mary ann....not TOO small a piece."
Mary ann's smile broadened, and she left.


soooo, how was it? naw, ya don't HAVE to reply, unless ya want to. I'm trying to ging and mary ann into a REAL friendship...how's it workin, nye who cares, no matter what ya'll think i'm still writin! -------Jilly ann :wave:

Cute! Now how 'bout some MAGness? Haha. Don't mind me...

hey Jwood, i'm getting there, i'm 'building'....he he. it's coming soon...very soon!! promise, you have my word as a loyal Gilligan's Island fan!! actually......hold on....i'll write some more...chack again late tonite it MIGHT be up at like 10 or 11pm or sumin,ike that...don't you worry your pretty lil head...it's all almost here, but i gosta get this gp in the air, and then mag will take flight as well, and i'll stick w/ that for a while, i switch off see? hope ya do...k...well untill i post again(hopefully VERY SOON) -------Jilly ann

YAY! Don't get me wrong, loving the GPness too. It's just been so long since poor MAG got any play. O man. Haha.

hey sorry i didn't post but i was sick....:'( sooo.....and then i had a friend over.....and now here i am, i will get to the MAG part at the end of the week....at least, i hope, i have an idea, one burt dinner+ two butterfly nets squared by MAG = ......duh!!?!!!!until i write again-------Jilly ann

Ooh, I'm intrigued. I have no clue where you could go with that - the possibilities are endless. Haha. Don't leave me hanging with that, or else I'll conjur up some ideas of my own - and they're never good. Heh heh. ;)

Darn, I'm not that good at mathone burt dinner+ two butterfly nets squared by MAG = ......duh!!?!!!! I wanna cheat and look at the answer! ;) Until then, I'll just PATIENTLY rock back and forth in my chair...waiting...;)
~£rin:wave:

sorry to keep you all in suspense!! ohhh!! (sarcasm) ok, you guys want some MAG? Well, ok....but just a bit, too much of a good thing, isn't a good thing....get it, got it, good!
WARNING: THIS ENTRY IS SHORT....and sweet, just like me

- - - - - - - " So Skipper, how's it coming along?....Skipper...?Skipper?!?!" Then she saw him, all hunkered over on the table, with a bottle of cooking sherry in his right hand.( yes they have that on the island....so?!?!) Mary ann looked over at the 'oven' to see what he had the curtesy of destroying now..
" Oh, Skipper no! Not the broiled snapper!! I've been working all day on that."
She looked down at her feet and decided that it wasn't entirly his fault...it was her fault as well...If I wouldn't have gone to the Professor's hut and...why did I go to his hut? I thought I heard him call my name but, who knows...who cares?
What is important now is that our dinner is ruined and everyone won't say anything, but thier faces will say it all... she's slipping, Mary ann NEVER burns a meal...and I won't let them take it out on poor Skipper, he meant well by offering to help...but putting him in charge of a REAL meal is like putting Gilligan in charge of a rescue. She shook her head, making her pigtails flop from side to side.
Where is Gilligan anyway? I haven't seen him all day, and well...darnit, I kinda ...
--" Hey ummm. Mary ann? Why don't I go down to the lagoon and get some fish, and maybe make fish stew...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fallen asleep. I know you worked hard on the snapper all day, why don't you go and do something relaxing."
-------" Well, I guess I do owe it to myself....I know, I'll go butterlfy hunting, that calms me down right away. Thanks Skipper, your kind to me." She have her sweet half smile at him, just before she reached up on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek.
--" Not half as kind as you are to all of us."
So, off she went to grab her net and go to one of her and Gilligan's favorite spot...and with her secret wish that she'd run into Gilligan there.

Gilligan looked down, then up, left right, and back to the object he held in his hand (if your thinking what I think your thinking then ya know what? YOU SICK-O!!!), he picked at the end and peered inside, and decided to take Mary ann's suggestion...he took out the bottle of pixie sparkle, twisted off the lid, then took a small pinch of it and started reciting the rhyme he and his huntress had made up....
-" Butterflys butterfly flittering by, glide by me and come away from the sky...I will catch you in my net, and let you go without a frett." (yes, i said 'frett') He took another pinch, but bigger this time, and let it fall to the ground...
------- " Gilligan!"
-" What? Oh, hi Mary ann, sorry did I some Pixie Sparkle on you?"
She giggled. -------" Yeah...yeah, you did. But it's ok, bo harm done..." She once again shook her head so her hair would flail around, so carefree.
He loved when she did that, it made her look so young, so fun, so pretty.
-------" Gilligan?.........Gilligan? Hey, did I get it off?"
-" Um, no....you've got some right there." He pointed to her cheek.
She tried to remove it, but failed.
-------" How about now, gone?"
-" No, um, here let me try..." He waited until she settled into her place in the tree he was sitting in, alone just moments before... he extended his hand....
ok now Gilligan, take it easy, it's just Mary ann,
'yeah right' said his inner self ' then why is your hand shaking'
Shhhh!!! maybe she won't notice...
he touched her face, just barely, so smooth, soft. She looked up at him through her dark eyelashes. Thier eyes met, held there for a few precious seconds. Mary ann moved toward him, and being the lovable Gilligan we all know he is, he backed away...but a little too much, and...BAM!
Gilligan had fallen out of the tree.

LOL. Awww, poor Gilly! Cute stuff.

:lol: Awwww! That's so sweet!
But poor Gilligan.

"SOMETHING HORRIBLE JUST HAPPENED!!!" Mary ann just said as she went into the clearing......no not really, but something horrible really DID happen....I don't feel like writing lately, thaat's why I haven't posted in awhile...>crys< I lost my mojo!! I need something or someone to get back into the swing of things...I mean I was sitting here and I typed like one sentance and I realized I don't wanna anymore.....BUT I WILL, I will make myself!
Sooooo........off, I go....again......soon....when will I post?....i dunno...so sad.......soon...I hope....hey wait a minute....:idea:
-------Jilly ann

O no! I hate it when that happens. I've lost my mojo too, it's okay. Happens to every one. Haven't written in a very long time. I feel your pain, though, so I won't harrass you. Hope you get a brainstorm soon!

FINALLY! MORE OF MY FIC!!! took me awhile huh?! :crazy: -------" Gilligan! Oh golly! Are you alright?" The young brunette said as she jumped out of the tree to tend to her friend. Gilligan then lifted his head and saw...a girl...His wonderful sweet Mary ann.
- " I'm alright dear...help me up?"
-------" Of course, are you sure you're alright, I mean gosh that tree is at least fifteen feet high....dear?"
-"Of course you silly goose! I thought you liked to be called those names...you know, sweetums, honey, sugar pie...."
-------" But Gilligan, why would you call me things like that?" Mary ann had to admit that she did like all of those names he had just mentioned...why is he looking at me like that? Why does he have that look in his eyes?
-" What is it my love, you look at me like...well like were not what we are to each other."
-------" That's just it Gilligan, what do you mean...oh....uh....Gilligan
are we a, a...couple?"
-"Not at all peanut nose!" He looked at his 'Peanut nose' like she'd gone off the deep end.
-------" Well, then why are you calling me these....Peanut nose? I don't have a peanut nose...do I?" She looked somewhat insulted,and touched her nose.
-" Oh, honey no, you don't like that name anymore? It's one of your favorites...it means you have a cute nose" He saw the expression on her face go from annoyance to sweet to confusion in mere seconds.
-------" Gilligan can't you call me by my real name, you DO know what my real name is, don't you?" Her look was skeptical.
-" Well ok Mary ann, but what else are married people supposed to call each other?"
*Married, Gilligan thinks we're marryed!!*
-------" HOLY SHI..." Her hand clamped over her mouth. *How am I suposed to be his WIFE when I can't even bring up the courage to tell him that I like him...wait...no Mary ann, that's a horrible thing to do to him.*
-" Well, are you going to help me up or not? I feel a little dizzy, so just help me sit up first...if you don't mind Mary Berry..."
-------" Sure...dear....um, sweetie? What's my nick name for you?"
-" Well, Gilly when we're in public..." He waited untill he was sitting upright and continued with a small grin of his own." but at night when we're all alone in our little 'love shack' as WE call it, my nickname is..."
-------" Uh, Gilligan that's ok you don't have to tell me. Come on you think you can stand?....ok...almost....there now," and with an exasperated sigh she added." Now, let's go pay a special visit to the Professor.....Boy, this sure isn't the seven of us's week." Gilly took her hand in his just then. " Well, maybe the six of them." She stole a small glance at Gilligan and walked on.

Hahahah! Classic! I love it. Oh, man. I have no words ... just praise. Keep going!!

This is great! And hilarious! I can't wait for more.
But please don't take so long next time.

As she and Gilligan walked toward the compound, Mary ann was trying to take in all that had happened in the last twenty minutes of her life.* Gosh, Gilligan fell out of a tree...not like that's any big news, but he has never gotten hurt real bad when he does... Oh golly, I hope he doesn't have any brain damage...he was out cold for at least fifteen minutes. I wonder if he dreamed at all, the human body does take at least ten minutes to shut down enough to even begin the process of dreaming...whow Mary ann, here on this planet did that little trinkle of knowledge come from?*
-" Marbear, we're here...you ok? Your look is...distant."
-------" Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking." They had reached the clearing.
-" Thinking of what, Sugar plum?" They had approached the Professor's hut.
-------" Uh..." Mary Berry cleared her throat." Professor? Are you thier? Hello?..."
-" mhmhm(that's Gilly's wierd laugh he sometimes does in the show...like when Ginger 'trys stuff') Well I guess he's not home...come on Dumplin' lets go get..." While saying this Mr.Gilligan leaned up against the 'wall', and to his amazement he fell though the door, and landed on his bum.
-------" Gilligan! Oh dear...well, your still sitting up so I assume your ok..." She looked around and saw that Mr.Brain wasn't there. He extended his hand, and she took it. He looked at her again in that way again, but this this time he leaned in toward her.
-------" Well...to, uh...answer your question earlier, I was thinking about if you had a dream whiile you were out."
-" Ha heh, actually, Angel, I did..it was real odd."
-------" Well...Gilly, why don't you tell me about it while we're waiting on the Professor to get back." She lead him to his armchair, which at first he refused since he wanted his dearest to be the the utmost comfort, and since he just fell out of a tree she put him in the chair quite firmly. As she got 'comfortable' on the same table she had sat on earlier while chatting with Doc Proffy.
-------" OK...go."
-" Well, it all started when I felt a strange pain in my head...."
SQUIGLY LINES--DREAM SEQUENCE--Gilligan's

-"Ow...Jeeze I've got this strange pain in my head..." Gilligan said as he rose to his feet, scratching the back of his head.
" Oh gee, I wonder why... hmmm, maybe because you're thinking to hard you pompous pea-brain!"
-" What? Skipper is that you?...Where are ya Skip?"
"Do I look like the Skipper to you Mr.I'm-Gilligan-so-I-have-to-foul-up-all-the-rescues?"
-" Well, no...Skipper doesn't carry around a case of shoes with the logo' G's Shoe's4Da gods.' "He paused for a minute" Are...are you a door to door sales man selling shoes?"
" No, dufus! Not really anyway...I just use this on Earth as a diversion...Miss I'm-georgous-I-should-be-the-white-goddess gave me the idea."
-"Who?"
" Ginger!"
-" I'm not Ginger, I'm Gilligan!"
"I know you little mother fu...Oh, ok God...easy now, you don't wanna get your licence revoked..."
-"Ummm Mr.God..can I go now? Mary ann and I have to catch saome butterflys for our collection."
" Ah, Mary ann...your wife...yes, a fine young woman...and I DO mean fine...with a capital F..." God stared out to space nodding his head in approval, with not so approving thoughts....
-" M m mm...My w w wife?"
"Of course, your little peanut nose, mary berry...angel face..."
-" But I don't understand..."
" Well, of couse YOU don't your to much of a brain to get it..." God lit a cig with an american flag lighter.(GO USA)
-" So...uh..."
"Hey buddy, you might wanna get back to your woman and your love shack, as you and Sugar Baby call it."
-" but no you have to listen to me!I have so many questions!!!"
" Alright, one question..."
-" What are the Birds and the Bees?" God looked at him with a devilish grin.
" Ask your lovely wife...she can show you..."
END O DREAM
well not as funny as i had hoped....meh, well...a little a day and...i think the next God dream will be Mary ann's...untill then
-------Jilly ann

Haha. God dreams are classic. So not your typical "God" stereotype. Way to go. Keep writing!!

Go ahead this is funny:lol:

:lol: That's great! Please, keep it going. This is good.

-------" Well, is that all you remember...that it started when your head hurt? Can't you remember anything, Gilligan? You're just staring off into space."
-" What? Oh, yeah my head hurt...and...all I remember someone who was telling me something that made me very exited and happy."
Silence.
-------"Um Gilligan? Do you think you could go and uh, pick me some berries for a pie tonight?"
-" Sure... berries for Mary berrie..what kind do ya want?" He started to laugh at his own joke. Then she couldn't help but join in in his little 'joke'.
-------" Blueberry please...dearest." He nodded his head, got up rather slowly, and walked out the small-framed, bamboo door.
-------" Ok, ok...yes I know God...there ARE NO blueberries here on the island. It'll take him awhile to come back...but I have to talk to the Professor alone first...I mean, what if the informtion I tell Professor disrupted Gilligan's fragile state of mind somehow..." She stopped short, wondering where her sudden assumption, which is most likely the right choice, came from.*I have GOT to stop reading Mr.Smarty's books! This starting to scare me a litlle.*
* * *
------" Ok...now all I need to find is; Magpie eggs, some Staghorn coral, and lastly Sphagnum moss... but what next...I know I'll," Just then the Professor had the wierdest urge to return to his hut. Just then out of the corner of his eye he saw a butterfly... "Hmph... a Red Admiral...I mean a Ingdenious Cytrosis...why would I say the common name when I don't take the time to memorize the nick names?" He laughed at himself," That's Mary ann an Gilligan's field of expertise." The urge to go back to the hut became stronger.
" Well, I can test three out of the seven... maybe someone will help me collect the other specimens I have hear on my list." He lifted his sack of the pulpwood, treebark that is made into paper(i bet that's how he wrote in his journal), citric acids, which are oranges, and the palomino plants, a grey plant, and thew it over his shoulder. While walking back, Gilligan and a sense of worry invaded his mind.
* That's odd, since when is Gilligan my top priortity? I need to get the other substances so I can complete Ginger's diagnoses.* oh God help me what am I going to do?* Did I think that? What am I talking about, of course it was me...I just didn't realize that my thoughts astrayed to...* And on and on he went with his thoughts untill he had reached the place where Skipper was preparing the fish stew.
--" Hey Professor, how's it going?"
------" Alright, but I need a few more things before I can complete my analysis." He walked toward his hut but stopped when he heard Skip comment on the chunks of fish dissolving in the broth...
------" Just put in salt, but put in ON the pieces of fish, and downplay the fire a bit."
--" Thanks Professor, I didn't know you knew anything about the art of cooking."
------" You may be surprised." What surprised him was that he knew absolutely nothing about the colonery works.(cooking)
Opening his door he set down the bag easily, braced himself on a wall with one hand, and sighed.
------ -" Hiya Professor!" He must have jumped at least four feet into the air, not knowing someone was in the room. He slowly turned around, already knowing who it was. She broke out into a roar of laughter that shook her whole body with such force that eventually she was on the edge of her chair, doubled over.
------" Oh comeon Mary ann...it wasn't all that histaricle...you just, startled me a bit." Mary ann toppled out of the armchair onto the sandy floor, tears now started on her eyes. " Alright, so you gave me a fright...are you happy now that I admitted it?" He watched her laugh for what seemed like five minutes, and eventually she quit.
------ -" Well, I can't help it Professor. It's just, I've never really seen you get that much of a'fright' about someone saying 'hi'." She said as she got up and stood to face him only to find herself starting to laugh again.
------" Oh go Mary ann, you go and indulge yourself in you little girlie giggle fit...I'll wait." He folded his arms and hlaf expected her to defend herself, saying that she was indeed NOT a little girl, but instead she smiled and shook her head from side to side. And she had to agree with him, she had been 'indulging herslf in little girlie giggle fits', quite a lot lately.
Trying to start a new page in thier conversation she said," I was hoping you'd be getting here soon...and I hate to burden you with this but..."she sighed.
" but what? whatever it is you can tell me...we're all family here on the island."
------ -" It's about Gilligan, I'm worried. You see he" but he didn't hear what she had to say next, he remembered his thoughts of earlier but shrugged it off." Professor? Did you hear what I said?" He stared at her a second, registering whst she had just siad to him. " Well to put it in short, Gilligan fell out of a tree, got knocked out cold, woke up, and thought I was his wife...and now he's...what are you laughing at?! It's not funny, it's quite serious. I'm afraid he has caranial damage or something...what if he has a blood clot or concusion, which can lead into a comatose..."
------" I'm sorry, forgive me. And that is a very abstute observation, did you once take a couse in medical studys?"
------ -" No, I did not. These theorys just pop into my head, it's kinda been happening a lot lately."
------" What is?" He took a small pause, and took a shot in the dark, " That you sometimes think you can...pick up things you couldn't possibly know? Or maybe thinking thoughts that you wouldn't think of normally....?"
------ -" Yes, how could you know? Oh that's right you're the Professor, you know all...Anyways..... about Gilligan, how can I get him out of this? I haven't got any ideas, and believe me, while waiting on you to get back from...where you were, I thought and even used your books a little, but maybe I was looking in the wrong ones."
------" Well, you have to have at least one idea...come on, concentrate..." He was thinking hard of just what to do to someone in Gilligan's state...maybe just to ease his mind into saying he's wrong about his new thoery. Then she spoke.
------ -" I don't know....wait, I have a...an idea...in Gilligan's state right now he is very fragile, and he needs not to have his inner emotions turned about, so...I think we should go on with his...his...corrupted vision of reality and find out what he knows about life here..."
------" Very good. Well, that problem solved, see you didn't even need me to help you. And don't think yourself as an average person, you're smarter than you know...now what to tell him about this whole thing."
------ -" He still thinks Ginger is well, and that Skipper lives with her and he live with me in our little 'love shack'." He couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of Mary ann and Gilligan having a 'love shack' together...or with anyone else for that matter...well it's not so far fetched...but a love shack????
------" So....tell him that he was out for two days, and since we didn't want to endanger his life by moving him, we let him be where he descended on his fall. Also that the living arangments went back to the way they were before you both got quote unquote 'married', so you could nurse Ginger back to her regular stae of being "
------ -" Thank you, I will go and tell him...as soon as I find him..." She smiled an amused and guilty smile. "I sent him out to get some blueberries for a pie tonight."
------" Mary ann they can only be found in."
------ -" Non tropical climates, I know....oh and after I find him I saw the list on your desk of plants, coral and such, so if you need help getting a few..."
------" On your way to get Gilligan to you think you could grab some... Magpie eggs, and Sphagnum moss? The Magpie eggs look like"
------ -" They are small brown eggs with little white dots, and the moss looks like pine needles with small bergundy berrys at the ends...and that I know becuase I took many nature courses back home." He watched Mary ann leave and head right, he took out the contents of his white satchel, spread them on the empty part of the table and started chopping, tearing, all the while his mind set on getting his Ginger well.


jeeze!! proff isa hard person to write! why did he have to be so smart...Jilly ann ain't all that smart.:Pso here I am on my bed with a dictionary and my laptop writing away and i'm all...crap what is another word for funny?!?! or great now i have to find some ingriedients to some thing-a-bob that no one can pronounce...then I saw the Magpie egg...i almost died! then my mom came in my room and was all"what wrong Jilly willy? why are you screaming? (yes Jilly Willy, I'll give her a term of endearment!)
untill next time,
;) Jilly ann :wave:

Poor Jilly. I know, the Prof. is hard. But I think you're doing pretty well.
More soon? Pretty please?

gee lucy fan you make my fic seem like its a drug of some sort lol!well i'm glad some one is reading....have you written a ff of your own? if so what is it? i would like to read it. and thier is a roman god of wisdom....what is it.....:confused: as soon as i get one for all of them I'll post again...i'm hungry.....i will eat, research roman gods, eat while playing checkers on www.games.com and then, eat while writing my fic.....sounds like a plan to me! until later,
-------Jilly ann

Good story! Can't wait for more!

And the Roman god of wisdom is Minerva. Athena to the Greeks. I'm sure there are other wisdom gods as well, but she's the most famous / common. I'm interested to see where this is going!

hey jwood, thanx bunches...i just had an idea for a D.S. with a certain god named Mervy......:devil: now off to finish my plan...
untill to night,
-------Jilly ann

I haven't written a story yet, but I'm working on some ideas I have for GI stories, and I'm having trouble keeping Prof. in character.
And I'm reading so much mainly because your's is the only fanfic here still being updated. Which is why I look forward to it so much.
Can't wait for update! (As usual.)

Coolness. Glad I could be of some help. Can't wait!

attention Gillogan's Island is no as of NOW on entertainment tonight!!! abc now!!

" Thurston dear... hand me my fan would you?" Said Lovey Howell as she lay, catching rays of sun.
" Lovey baby, why don't you ask that boy...Gilligan to get it?"
" What a marvelous idea dear," his loving wife patted the side of his face." Gilligan...Gilligan?!"
She waited. "Gilligan dear boy where are you?" And of course being the lady that she is, she raised her voice just loud enough for the neighboring bird perched on the tree to hear.
Thurston chuckled," Here Lovey, allow me....GILLIGAN! GILLIGAN BOY, COME HERE!"
In the distance, Gilligan was hot on the trail of blueberrys for Mary ann...
" Hmmm,hmm,hmm(humming) hum hum hummm! Gunna get berries for my Mary berrie...what's the color? Not red or black hmmmm, hum hum!!! But BLUE!! Blueberrys Blueberrys...gatta love them bluuuue berrys! Hmmm hmm hmm hm....humm....huh? That sounded like Mr.Howell..."
GILLIGAN!!!!
" Yep, definatly Mr.Howell." So he walked, no jogged....well more like ran. All the while humming and singing his little song that really had no beat to it. All along the way looing for the main ingregient in his beloved's blueberry pie.
As he got closer, so did the shouting...and it became more louder and abnoxious. Funny how the voice matches the person like that...to the tee as the Howells would say.
-" Alright Mr. Howell, Im here, what is it?"
---" My dear dear wife would like her fan please,he heh heh." Gilligan glanced around the area, and just as he suspected it was at arms reach at the table inbetween the two. He took two steps forward, grabbed the fan and graciously presented it to Mrs.Howell.
----"Thank you, Gilligan!" She said like she was talking to a toddler.
-"Anytime Mrs. Howell, is there anything else that you want me to get? The usual mango and papya, Mr. Howell? Or the kiwi and coconut milk for the lady?" He said giving it a french accent toward the end, and in his Gilligan way, he shook his head for emphasis on 'the lady'.
---" HA! The dear boy lives to serve! No thanks Gilligan, you just go along to whatever it was that you were doing." Gilligan exited the way he had come, and the Professor approached the Howells.
He had made a mental note in his head that Gilligan remembered what the Howells' favorite drinks were.
------" Mr. and Mrs. Howell...I need to have a word with you about the new situation at hand..."
----" About Ginger being sick? Yes we know and we both have the confidence that she will retern to her usual self in no time dear." (why does she call everyone dear? beats me jilly ann your the one thats writin this thing hey it's from the show she really does call everyone dear! sure whatever Jills *cough* Insane *cough* oh dont you know it mwah ha ha ha!!! :joke: )
------" Well, that is reassuring Mrs. Howell, but that's not the situation we have at hand here..."
So he told them all about Gilligan thinking Mary ann is his wife,(jeeze Jills how cheezy can you get...excuse me, did I ask you...no but you should read this it needs some serious work, but I GUESS it's interesting...no one asked you shut it other Jilly ann! Go bake a damn pie!) after he had filled them in and told them to play along, he left. * Maybe I'll check on Ginger while waiting on Mary ann to get to eggs, and the moss.*

sorry this was so short, the next one will be Ginger Professor together, and he finds something disturbing, dont know what yet, and a BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG dream sequence...ya cant miss it...well i say big cuz it redeems a certain cool someone and that person is replaced by....i've already told you to much!!!
untill we meet again,
------- Jilly ann:wave:

Um, Jilly Ann, dear...did you know that they say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity? Just thought I'd mention it.

Anyway.. please update soon! I think I know what that dream sequence will be about, and I can't wait.

really? I must be going insane then.....

hey guys sorry this next section of my fic is taking longer than I expected, i want this to be touching and....stuff..Hey Lucy fan, I wanted to say thanx again for your private message, it gave me a great idea to show the true meaning of....oh and by the way, yes insane, we are all insane...neway the next post will be a D.S. with ALL the castaways dreaming it at the same time...hey it's my damn fic and its fridgin' Gilligan's Island....enough said? :crazy:
untill next post,
------- Jilly ann and her other self

You're quite welcome, Jilly Ann. Glad to be of help, even though I didn't mean to be. And I'm sure whatever you think up will be marvelous.

Um, Jilly Ann....Are you going to continue this fic, or have you forgotten about it? Cause I want to know what happens.

Please update, if you can. Please, please, please?

well I AM back... but i dont know for how long. my internet has been messing up. actually my whole comp has been. that is why i havn't been writing. but know i have no idea where to go... well actually I do, and thier are a lot of twists and turns, but i dont know quite how to get there. but rest asure i will find away. I am so happy to have my comp back! :crazy:
till I write,
Jilly ann

Ugh, I know how that is. Trust me. I can't wait for the next update in the story. Good luck!

Clearly we need this story to be finished... I'm antsy for some new fic!

Wow I really like this ff keep writing, its great!

Ok, here's the thing... Our Little Jilly ann has gotten sick and she's given up writing this fic. But not to worry! Her trusted friend is here to save this fic from it's wreckage!!!(no pun intended) :lol: But here's the problem, sure I'll be a nice Savannah and do a what you people call a MAG/GP thingy. (Jilly ann filled me in on all the lingo and told me who was crazy....everyone) but anyways, I just happen to be a MAP fan! I know she told me that being MAP is like a death sentance here. Oh, well. I had to promise her that I wouldn't change a thing in her plot....it could go either way though, but I'll be a good lil' Savannah and fulfill her wishes. WOW! When she told me what happens... well, lets just say, I laughed, I cryed, I pee-ed in my pants-ed. Oh, but everyone tell me your ages, I dont want to write material that isn't suitable for ya'll.
Untill I get all ya'll's ages...I ain't postin'

Well I'm fifteen, so I hope that isn't too young;)

Well, I'm 19, and I don't know of anyone under 15 who comes here. Just write whatever you want and post a disclaimer and a rating before the story. It'll be fine. Can't wait to see your continuation of this fic!

Well, I guess not.....have you ever read "Passion Fruit on Gilligan's Island"? Cuz thats the kind of writing I'm talking about....I just don't want people yelling at me for 'unfit contex'. Here's the link for Passion Fruit................. www.hoboes.com/html/FireBlade/Politics/Gilligan/ ok yell at them. Then just...you know, respond. oh, and...how did you think Jilly ann did on her writing? Such as Staying in charactor, grammer, and her style.... well I guess I'm off and running....I hope you like me as much as you liked Jilly ann! Also, this is my first 'ff' (crazy lingo) so......don't be kind... let me have it...critique away... after I've posted something.

OK, here's just a small sample of what my writing is like, and I swear this one is not a MAP...this one....


Tip-toeing towards the girls hut the Professor entertained the idea of Gilligan and Mary ann being husband and wife. He chuckled out loud. * Completely disegmatic, absolutley contibulous, and not to mention, nuts.*(I don’t know what those words mean) As he approached the hut he could hear what sounded like crying.

“Ginger what seems to be the matter? My, well you’re not Ginger at all are you Mary ann…? Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing you would understand Professor. I couldn’t tell you, it’s kinda…personal.” He came to her and sat beside her on the bed, enough distance between them that if anyone were to walk in, he/she wouldn’t suspect anything.(because nothing is going on)

“Mary ann, we are all family here. You can tell me, I won’t tell a soul.” He managed to catch her eye for a brief second, and covered her hand with his. “Please?”

“Alright. It’s just that this whole me pretending to be Gilligan’s wife is really starting to get to me. And what makes it worse is that I uh… like him. And then there’s Ginger being sick, I know you’ve worked hard trying to find out what’s wrong with her, but you don’t have to wash her, help her eat, listen to her rantings…I never sleep. Then I have all the work on the island, it’s doubled now that Ginger’s ill. I’m just so tired, and I cry all the time.” He squeezed her hand.

“Mary ann, why didn’t you say so? We can all help you! Skipper and Gilligan… or maybe just Skipper can cook, and everyone’s old enough to pick up after themselves. Also about Ginger, I’ll help you. I’ll make sure she eats, I’ll stay here until she falls asleep and give her check-ups every hour on the hour. Mary ann, you no longer have to worry about anything but yourself…and your husband. I’ll go talk to the others.”

He got up to leave and was almost to the door when he heard Mary ann call him back to the room. She rose, crossed the room and hugged him as she whispered ‘thank you’ and opened the door for him.


Well, what do ya think? Well, not that your oppinion matters, I'll do it my way....so...HA! * Savannah *

Geez, I leave for a little while and miss everything.

Oh, and I'm fifteen too.

Hey, I know Jilly Ann isn't continuing, but let us know how she's doing anyway, okay?

About the fic: it's good. I haven't read "Passion Fruit," and not sure if I should. (Cause of age and stuff.)

But anyway, yeah, it was little more than MAP slanted, but don't worry. We won't bite (too much :D ).

Keep going, please!

~Karen

Haha, yeah I've skimmed over Passion Fruit. Scarred for life, I was. Haha. Mostly because they messed up their pairings, but it was also a little too much and way out of character. lol. I guess it was just all the ... description that I coulda done without. Heh.

From that little snippet, you're a very good writer. Keep up the good work!

Heh,heh, well....I won't be that graphic.....not at all, but sorta....and yeah it was WAY out of charactor...for all of them....but to me, the pairing dont matter.....it's good whoever is matched....except Gilligan and Ginger...thats just scary...and wrong. and I know the age thing and all between Dawn and Russell.....oh well, call me crazy but I like them together....and I like Mary ann and Gilligan. I actually just read all of the fic today because all Jilly ann told me was the plot and I read the last scene so I knew where she was. OMG! The God dreams were classic, although not what I pictured God to be but....and the whole Peanut nose thing with MA and Gilligan...priceless....it's a good ff...plobably the only MAG that I actually have liked in A LONG TIME...but Jilly ann is doing better, she's had mono for awhile now.... she tryed to write but she was to tired....and also she forgot her password to here!!! Ah, gatta love ol' Jills! :lol:
I'll be home all day tomorrow so I'll post tomorrow....

* Savannah *

Originally posted by JWood201
Haha, yeah I've skimmed over Passion Fruit. Scarred for life, I was. Haha. Mostly because they messed up their pairings, but it was also a little too much and way out of character. lol. I guess it was just all the ... description that I coulda done without. Heh.

From that little snippet, you're a very good writer. Keep up the good work!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
What she said.

By the way, as of today, (rhymes!:lol: ) I'm 16.66666666......

~Jillian¤ ;)

“Where do you think I’m going little lady?”
“I just thought that you had some scientific mumbo-jumbo to do.”
“ No, you are going to take a swim while I wake Ginger and check her vital signs.” She tried to protest but he gave her a look that only her father gave her back home that said ‘ do as I say otherwise you’re grounded.’ So she said nothing, grabbed her swimsuit, and strolled down to the lagoon.



The very next morning when all the castaways got up and moving, the Professor gathered everyone at that infamously known table.
------“ So, in conclusion, our Mary ann has her hands full. So, what does everyone say? Shall we help her out?”
With that said, everyone got up out of their seats and went to go do the morning chores. Even the Howell’s pitched in… they sat the table for everyone’s breakfast. The Professor was off again to collect some more DNA from Ginger, but this time he will try something a little different. And, like always Giilgan was being himself and trying to help Skipper.
Standing over the kettle, Skipper stirred in the last of the Bananas for the main course of this morning’s feast. It is some crazy concoction that Skipper dreamed up in his sleep…. Now, lets see, 72 bananas, two cups of that hardening stuff, and four of these little spoons things of seasoning…. “Well Gilligan, that should do it! Now all we have to do it sit back and let it ‘simmer’ for 15 minutes.”
-“ Hey, that pretty good Skipper, where did you learn how to cook like that? My little Mary Pie?”
--“ Who the devil is Ma…..oh, no not your…uh…wife Gilligan, the Professor. I had no idea the guy could cook too.”

As the Professor left his hut he double checked on his supplies….Alright, two gloves, tweezers, test tube, and….ah here it is….. He then pulled out a relaxor of sorts for his new island friend, Mary ann. He approaches the door and ever so slightly opens it, to make sure the girls are descent, you never know with those two. He enters, crosses over to Mary ann’s bed, takes the small needle he prepared for her and stuck her with it. She stirred as he injected her with his relaxor, and just as quickly as it happened it was over. He watches her sleep for a few moments, to make sure her breathing is alright, you never know about the tropical ingredients, and what effects they shall have on people.
The Professor takes a few steps over and carefully checks the sleeping movie star’s vital signs. Everything seeming to be in order he proceded to the last step of his check-up. That’s when he took Ginger’s hairbrush. He had always thought it was a great piece of art even though it was only a mere hairbrush, the engraving on the silver thing always made him think of great artists. He grabbed a few strands with his tweezers and stuck put in the test tube. After securing them inside his pocket, he went off to consult his books, maybe what Ginger has is genetic.

* * *

He must have taken that same test a thousand times, read over the materials twenty times more to be sure…..It can’t be….he thought, there is just no way this could be happening! Just then as if on cue, Mary ann flowed through the door.
“Hey, Professor thanks for the day off, it’s really what I needed…. Professor, are you alright?”
“Mary ann, I think you need to sit down.” He took her by the shoulders and placed her on his chair.
“What is it? Is everything alright?”
“I tested Ginger for a genetic disease… but when I looked under my microscope that somehow made it through the crash of the Minnow, it looked…kind of fuzzy. So I adjusted it, but I couldn’t get the thing to work. So I looked in the book and it said when dealing with hair instead of blood it may look a bit unclear. So I thought that maybe I could compare it to a healthy piece of DNA. What I found out is that they were a match. And just to be sure of what I was seeing, I ran back to your hut while you were helping Skipper with the banana thing, and took blood sample from Ginger. And compared it with mine”
“I don’t understand. So, does that mean that Ginger is disease free?”
“That too, but…”
“What is it? Tell me, I can take it.”
“Mary ann, Ginger is my sister.”
“No, that can’t be! You two look nothing a like!”
“DNA doesn’t lie. I don’t know what to do… I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Why would you be sick? It’s not like you fell in love with her…” And that’s when she knew, just by the look in his eyes. “Now I think I’m going to be sick.”
“ Well, thank God that I found out now, rather than later.”
“Professor anytime that you want to talk, I’ll be there for you… I’m going to my hut to get ready for the day. Stop by in a few minutes… we can tell Ginger then.”

* * *

Standing there in the mirror, putting on her top, Mary ann thought of Ginger and how lucky she was to have such a smart and loving brother. But it’s tough luck when you’re sick and you get some big news like that, maybe she will suggest to hold off on telling Ginger about her new big brother.
“I’VE GOT IT! I’VE GOT IT!” That sounded like the Professor…what’s he got now? He slid into the hut with a needle in his hand.
“Where is she? I’ve got it! I’ve got it!”
“Professor, stop it! You’re sounding like Gilligan! Now take a deep breath… now, what have you got?”
“The cure! To Ginger’s illness!”
“What? What does she have?”
“Well, I was reading my old high school biology book and I found the modern disease of Cojinerous Maliferitit. It means she’s having an allergic reaction to fish eggs. So one injection of this stuff and it will have her back on her feet by….7:00 tonight!”
“Wow, it only takes 12 hours for it to go through her blood stream? But isn’t it a bit risky? I mean, after the Cojiner-anticonder the next 48 hours can be very risky. Mentally anyways. She could have multiple personalities by this time next week!”
“Have you been reading my book again?”
“No, it just….sounded right.”
“Here, roll up her sleeves…oh, no sleeves….or nightgown….well, clean her arm with this stuff…and I’ll administer the Cojiner-anticonder.”
Within a few minutes the Professor was gone and Mary ann was left alone with Ginger… and now Gilligan.
“Hi, Sugar Dumplin’!” He strode over to her and planted a slow and steady kiss right on her mouth. And before she had time to pull away, she found herself lost in his touch, and kissed him back. “Well, that’s more like it Mary Berry! Wadda ya say we head off to our ‘special place’?”
“ I can’t leave Ginger hear alone. Not, before she wakes up.”
Mrs. Howell’s voice was heard from the window. “ I’ll watch her.”
“Great thanks Mrs. Howell. Come on Baby Doll, lets go!” He led her to the door, and they walked to the spring waters just like the new born lovers they are.
But just before they left Mary ann whispered over her shoulder to Mrs. Howell, “ I blame you for losing my viriginity!”
“It has to happen sometime.” She replyed.

* * *

Of course our beloved Mary ann and Gilligan did nothing more than some heavy making out. As they got up to go and eat lunch, served at 1 pm everyday, something cought Gilligan’s eye.
“Wow, Sweety, come here and look at this!” He motioned for her to come and see. “It’s a butterfly…. With a design in it’s wing that looked like a heart.
“Oh Gilligan, it’s lovely.” Mary ann got up from her kneeling position she was in and led the way back to the camp. But in true Gilligan fashion, Gilligan tripped over his untied shoelace and BAM!!! Hit his head smack on the ground.
“Oh! My goodness, Gilligan! Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I think so Mary ann.” He rose from the ground without even staggering. “Come on, let’s go eat, I’m starving.”
As they were walking back Mary ann reached out and took his hand.
“What are you doing?” He pulled back. “Gee Mary ann, I like you and all, but we’re not even dating!”
“Dating….Oh Gilligan! Your back!”
“I’m back? Where’d I go?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“ Hey, Mary ann?
“Yes, Gilligan?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you….uh… will you come and watch the sunset with me after dinner sometime?”
“I’d love to, Gilly.”
“Ok…Peanut nose.”
“What did you call me?”
“Peanut nose, your nose looks like a peanut, it’s an old family pet name that the guys used on the girls they were…uh….dating.”
“Oh, ok.” She smiled as they entered the clearing.

* * *

That night after sunset, Mary ann got out her PJ’s and looked around the room…well, Ginger’s all better, Gilligan is sane, and my boyfriend, and Ginger has a new brother….life sure is interesting. Just as she was putting on her nightgown she heard a knock, she knew that knock, it was the Professor. She buttoned the last button.
“Come in Professor.”
“Mary ann can we talk?”
“Sure let me wash this junk off my face….go on I’m listening.”
“What should I do, I feel so confused! And…where’s Ginger?”
Mary ann grabbed for her face towel, “she’s taking a walk in the jungle. She needed to get out a bit, with out me.” She set the towel down and picked up her hairbrush.
“Oh, well I just was thinking that maybe I should tell her I a week from now and si that way she’ll…. What’s that?’
“My hairbrush…haven’t you ever seen one before?”
“No, that’s Ginger’s….”
“No, it’s mine.”
“But, I’ve seen her use it….it’s Ginger’s!”
“Correction, it WAS Ginger’s. I just admired it so much that she gave it to me…I reminds me of the great artists. It’s so magnificent.”
“But, if that’s YOURS then….that was YOUR hair!!!”
“What are you talking about….but wait… if you’re saying what I think you’re saying… that can’t be, you drew blood from her.”
“No, I took blood from the handkerchief laying on…”
“On, the end table?”
“Yes.”
“That was mine, I have a bloody nose this morning, maybe it was that relaxor thing that you told me you gave me…. It made my nose bleed.”
“Oh my God! Mary ann, you’re my sister! I’ve never had a sister. What do I do?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never had a brother!”
They get up and hug.
In that moment it all came together, the ESP, them always tanning the same way. Not to mention the same allergies. Brother and sister.
“Oh, thank God! I’m not a sick freak, I’m not in love with my sister! You’re my sister, Mary ann!”
“Well, what are you waiting for, tell her that you love her! I’m sure she’ll feel the same way!” And so he ran, like no man has ever ran before, into the arms of his love.


* * *

One year later there was a double wedding where both young couples said those sacred vows, and lived happily ever after.
THE END

I would like to explain the title, Fly me to the Moon is an old saying in my family. It means I love you to ends of the earth, and more. Because when I’m with you, you make my heart fly. --Savannah

Uh, guys not to be rude or anything but, are you going to review this thing? Jilly ann wants to know what you thought of her twist. so, uh yeah, write review so I (Savannah) will have something to read when I am in keyboarding....please?

Uh, guys not to be rude or anything but, are you going to review this thing? Jilly ann wants to know what you thought of her twist. so, uh yeah, write review so I (Savannah) will have something to read when I am in keyboarding....please?

Sorry I haven't visited lately...but, yeah, that was interesting! :D