It was early in the evening local time when Gilligan and Samantha popped into a potato field in Ireland.
"What do we do now?" Gilligan asked.
"Just go were your instincts tell you. Your leprechaun ancestry will lead you where you need to go." Samantha answered.
Gilligan wandered around almost aimlessly for an hour. Soon the two found themselves in a wooded area. It wasn't long before they were greeted by a short man who looked remarkably like Gilligan.
"Who goes there!" The little man challenged.
"I'm Gilligan, and this is my friend Samantha." Gilligan called back
"Did you say Gilligan?" The little man asked, taking a closer look.
Gilligan answered, "Yes, Willie Gilligan."
The little man took a closer look, "My stars, so it is so. There was talk of a great, great, uncle who fell in love with a mortal woman and ran off with her. We must be cousins. Sit, what brings you here?"
Samantha explained the whole story of Gilligan and Darrin accidentally switching identities and loss of the castaway's luck. Samantha ended the story by saying, "We came here hoping to find a way to get Gilligan back to his island, and my husband back to me."
The Leprechaun thought a bit and looked at Gilligan, "Tell me lad, and be honest, have you ever wanted off this island your friend spoke of?"
Gilligan honestly explained, "The island is home, but we have been hoping for a rescue for years."
The Leprechaun told Gilligan and Samantha, "There you have it. Even though he's only part leprechaun, his magic can block a witch's spell if his will is strong enough. Part of him wanted to return to civilization, so he stayed. He'll go back when he wants to. If he returns to the island, his luck will be with him."
Samantha looked thoughtful and said, "It looks like we're on the wrong island then."
Gilligan asked, "What do you mean?"
Before he could finish his question, the Minnow's mate found himself in very familiar surroundings. In front of him was four huts and an outdoor kitchen. While the sun was going down in Ireland, the day was just starting here.
Gilligan cried, "We're back on the island."
Samantha smiled, "Yes, we are."
Gilligan then observed, "It's breakfast time, where is everybody?"
Samantha quietly said, "They're in bed. There's no food for breakfast, and the professor advised them not to be active to conserve what little water there is. When you left, so did your luck."
Gilligan reflected, "They really need me."
Samantha agreed, "Yes they do."
At the next instant, Samantha found herself standing next to her husband.
"Darrin is that you?" Samantha asked.
Darrin answered, "I hope so. What happened?"
Samantha explained, "I think Gilligan was ready to go back home."
Darrin asked, "Do you think they will be all right?"
The sky opened up, and Samantha and Darrin were drenched in a downpour.
Samantha predicted, "I think they'll be fine."
"Skipper!" Gilligan said to the figure below him.
After being roused from a light sleep, the Skipper responded, "Yes, Gilligan?"
Gilligan said, "Am I me? I had this dream where I switched places with a witch's husband and I turned out to be part leprechaun."
The Skipper quietly laughed, "You and your dreams, Little Buddy. Remember what the professor said. Get some rest, it will make the water last longer. That's an order."
Gilligan acknowledged, "Aye, aye. Its just the rain is keeping me awake."
The Skipper conceded, "Yes, its hard to sleep in the…." The Captain jumped out of his hammock, "Rain! Quick… get every container we can out their to catch the water!"
Soon the castaways were running out with buckets and lining holes with leaves to catch the water. Noticeably absent was the Professor. Even Howell was trying to capture some water.
The Professor joined the group. "I have news," the wet Scientist announced.
The group gathered around the Professor, who continued, "Now I don't want people to get their hopes up, but it would appear that the rain is diluting the water enough that we can drink it after boiling. The downpour also seems to have gotten rid of our fruit fly problem."
The Skipper said, "That is good news, we could use a change of luck."
Once the rain let up a bit, the professor found the corrosion on the radio wasn't as bad as he thought. Mr. Howell was happy that he could actually listen to the morning business report. According to the program, it would seem that Tropical Isle Rum dodged a bullet with their new "Adults Only" campaign created by McMahon and Tate.
"Good ad agency, Larry Tate runs a tight ship," Howell said to no one in particular.
Gilligan walked out to the lagoon and checked the traps. The storm brought in plenty of crab and lobster. Eating will definitely be good tonight.
When walking back, Gilligan thought he saw a woman about Mrs. Howell's age. Maybe even older. Funny how lack of food affects the brain. Gilligan thought.
Aunt Clara popped off the island as soon as she arrived. She was backtracking steps to get back home, and somehow momentarily found herself back at the lagoon. She made it back to Samantha's house, where Endora helped her return to her realm.