From now on, on my Gilligan stories without official title illustrations, a "Gillicon" (Gilligan emoticon) will serve as the story's image to denote the mood of the story: You've all seen my "smiling Gilligan" illustration, and, as you'll notice, the Gilligan on this story isn't smiling. Meaning this is a more serious story than my past ones. I'll try to keep everyone in character as much as possible, though. :D

I got the idea for this one from the episode "And Then There Were None" and the song from Arthur, "Jekyll Jekyll Hyde", I believe. Yes. ARTHUR. That's probably the only kids' song I'll listen to over and over again for hours. XD

This won't be as serious as what happens in "What Lies Underneath" (That one has a creepy title image- just wait till I start rewriting it and post the story. It involves a chasm and vines), because I don't have the heart to write anything TRULY dark for this show... I'd just feel bad about doing it. :'D OK, so this may be pretty dark all the same. Anyhowza...

The Hyde Effect- Chapter 1: Grape Juice... or Not

.~GI~.

The Professor squeezed the juice from the plump red berries into a coconut beaker, keenly paying mind to the amount he was squeezing. He cut off the squeezing and carefully removed the beaker. He poured about half of the juice into a bubbly white mixture. The liquids fizzled upon meeting, then turned indigo. The Professor sprinkled some dry, powdery substance into the mixture. It dissolved away, turning the mixture to a more purplish color.

Just one final ingredient and this oil will be done, he thought, wiping his brow. A lot of the devices had been getting... err... creaky (how machines made of bamboo could get creaky was beyond even the Professor), and then Gilligan had unwittingly suggested oiling them. At that, the Skipper had started to argue that there was no oil of that sort on the island. And that was when the idea struck the Professor to make some. So he had done just that.

The Professor reached for the final ingredient. He opened the jar and found nothing in it. He sighed, his relief to be done short-lived. The scientist begrudgingly got up to quickly get the last ingredient; it grew from a plant that grew not far from the camp. It wouldn't take too long to get.

He exited the hut, leaving the purple oil substitute unattended.

.~GI~.

Gilligan ambled into camp. He was having one of those weird days.

Firstly, he and the Skipper had been alternating work all day (It was usually Gilligan doing most of the work, so it was nice that the Skipper was helping with the chores he usually did alone), and secondly, Gilligan had the worst case of the munchies he'd ever had. The Skipper had confiscated more than one banana from him when he was supposed to be working, not having a snack break.

All of that working and munching had really made Gilligan thirsty. He had come back to camp to get a drink, only, as he discovered, the drinking water wasn't in its proper place. He scratched the back of his head, puzzling over it. Where was the water?

I'll ask the Professor, he decided, going to the Professor's hut. "Professor? Professor, where's the water?" he asked, running into the hut. He didn't see the Professor there, but he did see a cup of purple liquid lying on the table.

Gilligan's thirsty desire for a drink overrided his more sensible nature and told his impulsive nature that this purple liquid must be grape juice and that he should, by all means, drink it. "Oh, boy, grape juice," he said, lifting the cup. He gulped it down thirstily, and he realized too late that the liquid tasted nothing like grapes.

He set the cup down, smacking the strange taste from his lips. "Not grapes," he said, "but not bad." He left the hut to get back to work, unaware of what he had just done.

.~GI~.

The Professor returned to camp, ingredient in hand. This ingredient would help the oil be more effective, and hopefully clean the oil of any odd impurities.

He entered camp and passed by Gilligan, who smiled and waved. The Professor greeted him and went back to his hut, glad to at last be done with the oil. However, when he looked at the corner of the table where he'd left the cup, he balked. The cup was empty.

His mind began to work out all the all the possible reasons as to why this could be, and one answer stood out to him among the rest. Somebody must have drunken it. And the only person even remotely foolish and impulsive enough to do that was Gilligan.

"Oh no," interjected the Professor. He set down the plant matter in his hand and ran back out of the hut. "Gilligan, come back!" But Gilligan was already long gone, and he and the Skipper wouldn't be back until dinnertime. The Professor sighed. He'd just have to wait and see how the stuff affected Gilligan.

He had no idea how some of the stuff in the oil would affect a human being. As far as he knew, it was completely harmless. But then again, it could make a person ill. It might even kill. But that was unlikely, the Professor knew that much- at most it would give Gilligan some weird dreams, but then, the first mate always had weird dreams.

The Professor had to wait to find out how the mixture would affect Gilligan, and it would be a long wait indeed.

.~GI~.

EDIT 5/24/14: Fixed a minor spelling error

Not really much of a "chapter"; more of a prologue. The next chapter will be MUCH longer, I can assure you. :3

I think this show has helped evolve my writing style, actually. XD Every fandom does good for my art or my writing, because I have more to practice with.

Also... I watch Gilligan on MeTV, and they published this new Gilligan's Island ad featuring the Professor going somewhere along the lines of "The Professor... who is so smart... and can build all these contraptions... why can't he fix the S.S. Minnow?" XD I cracked up at that. I love MeTV's ads. They're so clever. XD