"The Missing Hat"
Hey, everybody! I decided to resurrect an old fanfic of mine, and to take it in a different direction.
It's entitled "The Missing Hat."
And, yes, there's love in it!
The pairings are MAG (mainly), and GP.
Read it here!
The Missing Hat
Chapter 1
(Theme Music)
It was a sunny and peaceful morning on the island. Well, until...
“GILLIGAN!” shouted the Skipper.
“Huh?” asked Gilligan from behind, ears ringing.
“Where is my hat?” asked the Skipper, angrily pacing the inside of the hut.
“On your he-Hey, it’s gone!” said Gilligan, taking a closer look.
“Yes, Gilligan,” said the Skipper, trying to maintain his patience in a fatherly manner. “But where is it now?”
“How am I supposed to know?” asked Gilligan, innocently.
“Gilligan, whenever something is wrong on this island, ninety-nine percent of the time, you are to blame!” he accused, slightly hurting the First Mate’s feelings. Although he was very accident-prone, it was never intentional.
“But…What about the other two percent?” asked Gilligan, with a confused expression.
“Well, that’s because...oh, Gilligan, just find my hat!” begged the Skipper, desperately, while rummaging through his things. He was undoubtedly attached to his hat and was determined to find it.
Gilligan, being the good friend that he was, sat down and began to peruse through the few possessions they had.
Just then, Mary Ann curiously wandered into the hut, wondering what all the fuss was about. She had been out foraging for their next meal, when she thought she heard shouting coming from the small abode that the Skipper and Gilligan shared.
She smiled at the thought of Gilligan, while she decided to see what the matter was.
“Good morning everybody!” she said, in her cheerful, singsong voice, causing Gilligan to look up. “Skipper! Your image!” she said, shocked, as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Ahh!” cried the Skipper, comically covering his head with his hands. “Oh, hello Mary Ann,” he said, caught off-guard. “Shocking, I know. Have you seen my hat?” questioned the Skipper, hopefully.
Gilligan didn’t hear a word of what anyone was saying. He was too busy sweetly admiring Mary Ann, and was convinced that she had the capability of brightening up any room.
“I’m really sorry, Skipper. I haven’t seen it anywhere, other than on your head!” explained Mary Ann, wishing she could be of some more help. “But I’ll tell the others to keep an eye out for it. It has to be around here somewhere,” she encouraged.
“That is, unless if it learned how to swim, and finally got off this island,” said Gilligan, in his childlike tone, causing Mary Ann to let out a small laugh. Gilligan loved it when Mary Ann laughed--especially when he made her laugh.
“Gilligan! You’re not helping...”said the Skipper, growing irritated.
“Aww, Gilligan, knock it off for now. Skipper is in dire need of his hat!” stated Mary Ann, smiling.
“Exactly,” agreed the Skipper.
“Maybe we should all go look for it, and report back?” suggested Gilligan.
“Hey, that’s a wonderful idea!” agreed Mary Ann.
“It is?” asked Gilligan. Someone just approved an idea of his?
“Sure it is! If we all go looking for it, we’ll have a better chance of finding it. We might even have it before dinner! Oh, Gilligan, you’re brilliant!” said Mary Ann, giving Gilligan a hug.
“Wow, thanks, Mary Ann,” said Gilligan, bewildered, but nonetheless experiencing pure bliss. He had never been called brilliant before, but he was no stranger to the feeling of a hundred butterflies in his stomach that only resulted when Mary Ann was around him.
“I guess it’s not a bad idea,” said the Skipper, mulling the idea over in his head. “But don’t you think we’re going a bit overboard for my hat?”
“Nonsense,” said Mary Ann, finally letting go of Gilligan, much to his dismay. “We’ll find it for you. Besides, we’ve all gone overboard before.”
“Alright, Mary Ann. Thanks a lot,” said the Skipper, laughing, as he shook his head.
Gilligan followed Mary Ann outside of the hut. Walking backwards, he decided to offer a few more last-minute words of encouragement to his Captain.
“Don’t worry, Skipper,” he began. “We’ll have your hat back in no time!” he said, saluting him, as he inadvertently tripped over a rock and fell backwards.
Reviews are appreciated.
It's entitled "The Missing Hat."
And, yes, there's love in it!
The pairings are MAG (mainly), and GP.
Read it here!
The Missing Hat
Chapter 1
(Theme Music)
It was a sunny and peaceful morning on the island. Well, until...
“GILLIGAN!” shouted the Skipper.
“Huh?” asked Gilligan from behind, ears ringing.
“Where is my hat?” asked the Skipper, angrily pacing the inside of the hut.
“On your he-Hey, it’s gone!” said Gilligan, taking a closer look.
“Yes, Gilligan,” said the Skipper, trying to maintain his patience in a fatherly manner. “But where is it now?”
“How am I supposed to know?” asked Gilligan, innocently.
“Gilligan, whenever something is wrong on this island, ninety-nine percent of the time, you are to blame!” he accused, slightly hurting the First Mate’s feelings. Although he was very accident-prone, it was never intentional.
“But…What about the other two percent?” asked Gilligan, with a confused expression.
“Well, that’s because...oh, Gilligan, just find my hat!” begged the Skipper, desperately, while rummaging through his things. He was undoubtedly attached to his hat and was determined to find it.
Gilligan, being the good friend that he was, sat down and began to peruse through the few possessions they had.
Just then, Mary Ann curiously wandered into the hut, wondering what all the fuss was about. She had been out foraging for their next meal, when she thought she heard shouting coming from the small abode that the Skipper and Gilligan shared.
She smiled at the thought of Gilligan, while she decided to see what the matter was.
“Good morning everybody!” she said, in her cheerful, singsong voice, causing Gilligan to look up. “Skipper! Your image!” she said, shocked, as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Ahh!” cried the Skipper, comically covering his head with his hands. “Oh, hello Mary Ann,” he said, caught off-guard. “Shocking, I know. Have you seen my hat?” questioned the Skipper, hopefully.
Gilligan didn’t hear a word of what anyone was saying. He was too busy sweetly admiring Mary Ann, and was convinced that she had the capability of brightening up any room.
“I’m really sorry, Skipper. I haven’t seen it anywhere, other than on your head!” explained Mary Ann, wishing she could be of some more help. “But I’ll tell the others to keep an eye out for it. It has to be around here somewhere,” she encouraged.
“That is, unless if it learned how to swim, and finally got off this island,” said Gilligan, in his childlike tone, causing Mary Ann to let out a small laugh. Gilligan loved it when Mary Ann laughed--especially when he made her laugh.
“Gilligan! You’re not helping...”said the Skipper, growing irritated.
“Aww, Gilligan, knock it off for now. Skipper is in dire need of his hat!” stated Mary Ann, smiling.
“Exactly,” agreed the Skipper.
“Maybe we should all go look for it, and report back?” suggested Gilligan.
“Hey, that’s a wonderful idea!” agreed Mary Ann.
“It is?” asked Gilligan. Someone just approved an idea of his?
“Sure it is! If we all go looking for it, we’ll have a better chance of finding it. We might even have it before dinner! Oh, Gilligan, you’re brilliant!” said Mary Ann, giving Gilligan a hug.
“Wow, thanks, Mary Ann,” said Gilligan, bewildered, but nonetheless experiencing pure bliss. He had never been called brilliant before, but he was no stranger to the feeling of a hundred butterflies in his stomach that only resulted when Mary Ann was around him.
“I guess it’s not a bad idea,” said the Skipper, mulling the idea over in his head. “But don’t you think we’re going a bit overboard for my hat?”
“Nonsense,” said Mary Ann, finally letting go of Gilligan, much to his dismay. “We’ll find it for you. Besides, we’ve all gone overboard before.”
“Alright, Mary Ann. Thanks a lot,” said the Skipper, laughing, as he shook his head.
Gilligan followed Mary Ann outside of the hut. Walking backwards, he decided to offer a few more last-minute words of encouragement to his Captain.
“Don’t worry, Skipper,” he began. “We’ll have your hat back in no time!” he said, saluting him, as he inadvertently tripped over a rock and fell backwards.
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