THE PROFESSOR IS AT THE SKIPPER'S BEDSIDE, WHERE THE SKIPPER IS LYING IN A NEAR-COMA STATE.

Now, Skipper, you say your boat-piloting paperwork needs to be renewed or ... what?

THE SKIPPER LIES MOTIONLESS BUT SPEAKS.

(monotonically, sadly)

I can't captain a boat any more.

And, why does that matter? Ah, we're stuck here forever! Duh!

THE SKIPPER SIGHS DEEPLY.

MARY ANN ENTERS HIS HUT TO CHECK ON HIM.

Hi Skipper. Feeling any better today?

(silent, then finally ...)

No.

Ah, Mary Ann, why don't you go get the Skipper some of the tonic I brewed last month when Mrs. Howell had that terrible bunion?

Sure, Professor. Who's it for this time?

I thought it might cheer up the Skipper.

THE PROFESSOR MAKES SILENT MOTIONS FOR MARY ANN TO GO GET THE TONIC -RIGHT NOW-.

MARY ANN GETS THE MESSAGE AND SCURRIES OUT OF THE SKIPPER'S HUT, BUT BUMPS INTO GINGER.

Whoa, Mary Ann! Where are you going, to a fire?

I guess the Skipper needs the Professor's tonic, like right now.

Oh, wait then. I saw Gilligan swilling the last several bottles of that stuff just this morning. Claimed he had the big jitters, or something.

Uh oh! Then, what am I going to take to the professor to give to the Skipper?

I've got an idea. I have some stuff I always used to get ready for my screen close-ups. Never failed!

Never failed to do what?

Well, lots of things, really. Got me high, caused me to urinate like right now, gave me chills but made me feel all around wonderful!

Well, I don't know ....

It will work, just you wait and see.

Go back to the Skipper's hut and I will bring one of the Professor's tonic bottles filled with the stuff I just described. I still have plenty, just in case.

In case of what?

Never mind. Shoo! Get!

MARY ANN SCOOTS BACK TO THE SKIPPER'S HUT AND TELLS THE PROFESSOR THAT THE TONIC WILL ARRIVE IN A FEW MINUTES.

IN ABOUT TEN MINUTES GINGER ARRIVES AT THE SKIPPER'S HUT WITH A BOTTLE THAT LOOKS LIKE IT CONTAINS THE PROFESSOR'S TONIC.

Oh, good. Thanks, Ginger.

THE PROFESSOR OPENS THE BOTTLE, THINKS THE TONIC SMELLS A LITTLE ODD, BUT FORCES THE SKIPPER TO DOWN THE WHOLE BOTTLE'S CONTENTS ANYWAY.

A FEW MOMENTS PASS.

Has it worked yet?

It takes time, Ginger, we --- What the ... ?

THE PROFESSOR HAS SPIED A LARGE PUDDLE UNDER THE SKIPPER.

What the ... Has the Skipper also now become incontinent?

Yes! And, is he shivering?

Not only that but I believe he is coming back to his old self! It's a miracle! I KNEW that my tonic was good, but it is better than I even dreamed!

(to Mary Ann, quietly)

Your tonic?

Hey, Professor... what did you say was in that tonic?

I can't say.

Patent rights thing?

No. I just don't know.

But, didn't you brew it yourself?

That's what they say.