GILLIGAN NOTICES A RAFT JUST OFF SHORE.

HEY! HEY! YOU ON THE RAFT! HEY!

GILLIGAN RUNS BACK TO THE OTHERS TO TELL THEM ABOUT THEIR VISITOR.

Hey everybody! There's a raft out in the lagoon! We've got a visitor!

Now Gilligan, are you sure? Did he look like a Havahd man?

Can it, Mr. Howell.

Now Gilligan, what else can you tell me about this person?

Well, it looks like a man, and he was waving a book, I think, up in the air over his head.

A book ... a book ... Hmmm. Maybe he's a researcher who was looking into the wave action at the equator. What do you think?

Professor, are you kidding? I hope you're kidding. How is it each week you can't get through 30 minutes without spouting some kind of technobabble about this or that?

Gilligan. I'm the Professor, for gosh sakes. What do you want me to do, iron a shirt?

Alright, alright. Forget it. Let's go see this guy on the raft.

THE CASTAWAYS ARRIVE AT THE LAGOON'S EDGE JUST IN TIME TO SEE THE RAFT MAKE LAND. A MAN DRESSED IN A BLACK ROBE STEPS ONTO THE SAND. IN HIS HAND IS BOOK OF SOME TYPE.

GILLIGAN APPROACHES THE MAN.

Ug. We, castaways. Who you?

Gilligan, you've been watching too many Indian movies. Nobody actually talks like that! Besides, this guy's obviously not a native.

Well, he sure ain't from Havahd!

MR. HOWELL SNEERS AT GILLIGAN.

THE MAN SEES HIS OPPORTUNITY TO INTERJECT HIMSELF IN THE CONVERSATION.

Will you put your hands out? Put your hands out on the good book. The eeevil devil spirits are all about us here! Praise the Lord! Can I get a witness? Thank you, Jesus! Anybody need any micacle spring water?

Professor, what's he talking about?

Gilligan, I think what we have here is a confused and lost televangelist.

Now, the address on your screen is the Lord's house. Please send anything you can spare, as soon as possible. Can you feel Him? Praise be! Can I get a witness? Can I get a fifty? Anything! Let's sow a seed together! What say, can you send us a thousand-dollar seed today?

Professor, what's all that 'get a witness' talk? Does he think we're in court?

Yeah, Gilligan.

(to man)

Hey Mr. Holier-than-Thou, shove off! We ain't got time for this nonsense! ...

JUST THEN, A MAN BEARING A STRONG RESEMBLANCE TO WALLY COX ENTERS THE SCENE FROM THE LEFT.

I'm sorry, who might you be?