"In visual range Captain," said

"In visual range Captain," said

my first lieutenant, Gilligan. We sighted the island and felt it might be a harbor for the unexpected storm. I lunged as the wheel spun violently. Little did the passengers know

that they were heading for Rerun Island, a mix of Fantasy Island and Groundhog Day. As they entered the harbor the storm abated. Gilligan exclaimed, "Look Skipper, a pigmy & a man

are dancing the Irish jig!" Skipper rolled his eyes at Gilligan. "Like I haven't already seen that before. Wait a minute... Oh no! Isn't this scenerio like in episode 91 when

the professor gets a bad case of hemorrhoids and Mrs. Howell comes down with the runs from some rancid coconut milk?" Gilligan shrugged. "Yea, I guess it is similiar. So?"

"So? Well, that's disgusting, that's what!" The three hour tour and resulting years on the island were designed to be fun and frolicking, not deal with death and dysentery." The

West Mississippi Plastic Pants Task Force looked awkward as they were scolded, but it was their duty to end the death & dysentery on Gilligan's Island. An overhead projector was

wheeled into the briefing room. The task force was silent as they tried to decode the various flowcharts and action plans on the screen. The final slide simply read "Dysentry BAD"

iggles would sing at the picnic, no matter how much of the pink stuff you bring. They only eat fruit salad."