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Run For Your Life

"Here, use this." The Professor handed John a bag of ice.

"Gee, where did you get ice from, Professor?" Gilligan asked.

"Um, well, uh-"

"First time in my life I've ever seen the Professor speechless." Mr. Howell chuckled.

"I don't care where he got it, just so long as this works." John said.

Ringo came running into the supply hut, covering his mop top, fearing for his life. "Help!" He screamed, hiding in the food locker with a multitude of coconuts. Mrs. Howell came in soon after with scissors.

John covered his head with his blanket, fearing the worst for his poor mop top.

George took a second to realize what was going on, dropped his pan of coconut cream pie (it was almost gone, anyway) and raced out of the hut. Paul was the last to get out and lost a snip of his mop top. It may not sound that bad, but his beautiful hair was uneven, which could be fixed, but would take forever. Mrs. Howell followed after them with the scissors, but luckily went the other way. (For those of you that don't watch Gilligan's Island, I have provided a picture of the headhunters from the show)

Ringo got out of the food locker when all seemed safe. John slowly peeked his head out from the blanket. "Who the heck- SHE'S GONE BLOODY MAD!!!!"

"You dare call my wife mad!?!?" Mr. Howell gasped. "Why, no one, especially not some rolling rocker (Yes, he just said "rolling rocker", feel free to rage and rant to your heart's desire) calls a Howell mad! Why- why, this is an outrage!"

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"Paul, your-" George gasped.

"What?"

"She cut it!" George pointed to the uneven side of Paul's mop top.

"What? She cut- MY MOP TOP! SH- SHE CUT IT!" Paul felt around his head and found out exactly what George meant. His mop top- ruined! He collapsed on the sandy ground.

"Paul , it's not that bad. It's just a little off the si-"

"No! My mop top- ruined! She ruined it! Just go away!"

"But, Paul-"

"I told you go away!"

"Is this all for your mop-"

"NO IT ISN'T! IT'S FOR- EVERYTHING!!! JUST GO!!!"

George, being as hurt as he was, walked away from the sad bass player, wondering what he meant.

Paul had suddenly realized something after he discovered his uneven mop top. They may never get back to civilization. He may never get to see Jane again. Never get to stroke her soft hair once more, or ever see her beautiful face when she hears a song he wrote for her ever again. As he filtered through his thoughts, a cold hand clamped around his mouth and the other hold his hands behind his back. There were two other men. They weren't just any men, they were headhunters. (Of course, Paul didn't know this)

George walked back to where Paul was to try and compromise. "Paul, I-" He couldn't find Paul. "Paul?" He's probably been kidnapped! He realized. "EVERYONE! HELP! PAUL'S-" The headhunters heard him screaming and grabbed him as well.

"What is it, Geo-" Mary Ann gasped as she saw the headhunters take George away. She screamed and ran back into the hut. "Th- hea- ki- Ge- -ah!!!"

"What? Mary Ann, you're not making any sense!" The Professor tried to calm her down.

"Oh, Professor, th-the headhunters! They're back! A-And th-they got George!" She said, on the verge of tears.