GINGER IS COMBING HER HAIR.

MARY ANN KNOCKS ON HER DOOR, THEN COMES IN.

Ginger, seen the big impervious box that we found on the shore?

No. What's in it?

Nobody knows. It cannot be opened. Duh? Impervious?

Huh?

Yeah. Since even the Professor can't even begin to pry it open, we are all taking bets on the contents for when we do get it open.

Speaking of bets, I bet I could open it.

I'd just like to know how!

Well, I'd use one or two of those old grenades the Skipper found last year. They'd blow that box open, I bet.

Why don't you come look at it? It's impervious, you know.

Oh, Mary Ann! I've got better things to do right now.

Like what?

Like remaining here to let my stomach settle down. Since last night, when I over-ate at Gilligan's soft-scallop fry, it hasn't been right. And I do mean not right!

Suit yourself.

So, Skipper, do you have any other ideas about how we could open that box? I mean, now that your burning it up, or as you said, "getting it red hot" idea failed.

I still can't believe that that hot fire had absolutely no effect on that box. It is truly impervious!

Well, we need to try to think outside the box and come up with something else.

Outside the box. I like that.

Skipper, THINK! Quit dawdling and THINK!

Did we consider trying to blow it open?

Yeah. Remember, we swiped some of those grenades Ginger had. Complete failure! It's impervious, you know.

I got it!! I know how we can open the box!

You mean the impervious one?

(not appreciating the patronization)

Yes. That one.

(relenting)

How?

We get that acetylene cutting torch still in the Minnow wreckage working again and cut the box open! Huh? Pretty good, right?

Skipper, are you serious? That old torch has surely rusted, or oxidized in some other manner, by now. Come on, man!

I guess you're right, Professor.

Hey, maybe ... Nah!

Or ... Nah.

Oh! Say, how 'bout ... Nah.

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

I'm sorry, who might you be?