PJ shrugged. "There's too many people on a cruise ship. There's only going to be ten people on this boat, including crew, which means that we're going to have plenty of privacy. Anyway, this is a ship, and it cruises. Ergo, a cruise ship!" 

Maggie raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. "But, gee, PJ, I was hoping we could reenact some of the scenes from Titanic," she said sarcastically. 

"Cheer up, Mags," PJ said brightly, taking her hand and squeezing it. "This is going to be a really special time for us, I know it." 

Maggie allowed herself a smile. "I hope so, PJ, considering how difficult it was to get the time away without the whole station knowing what we were doing." 

"Cheer up," PJ repeated firmly. "This is gonna be great fun. We're going to have the time of our lives, I promise you that." 

Maggie reached up and kissed him impulsively on the cheek. 
"You know, PJ, I'm already feeling that way. I know that this is going to be a trip that we'll never forget." 
  

Their first three days on the small boat were pure bliss. The third night, however, a huge storm began to brew, and broke with a huge thunderclap. 
For the next three hours the waves grew larger and larger, and the boat rocked dangerously. Maggie and PJ held onto each other for dear life, PJ growing greener by the minute.  
They could hear the crew members shouting to each other in desperate tones through the howling wind, but it was only when Maggie dared to peek out through their cabin window that she realised something. 
"PJ, this is bad." 

"What do you mean, this is bad?" PJ asked, alarmed. 

Maggie pointed out through the window. "It's bad, and it's going to get worse. My guess is that we're either going to capsize or get smashed against some rocks." 

"Please tell me you're just kidding," PJ said, looking pale. 

Maggie shook her head. "I'm afraid not. We were sailing close enough to the coast that there's a great chance we're being pushed towards it by the current and waves. We probably wouldn't even be able to see it though the storm. And if that doesn't happen, we're going to lose balance and capsize. The waves are just too big, and they're growing." 

"So you're saying that there's absolutely no chance that this storm is going to die down and we'll be able to go happily on our way?" PJ asked, looking even paler, clutching at the back of a chair. Suddenly, as if to answer, the boat was thrown sideways, and inside the cabin was chaos as anything not bolted down, including PJ and Maggie, was thrown across the cabin. 
"I think we'd be safer up on deck!" Maggie gasped as she tried to stand, in what was clearly an attempt at a joke. "Well, I guess you were right, PJ - I'm never going to forget thi-" 
She stopped as the boat jolted again and they were thrown back across the room again. 
The wind was pounding on their door, and just as Maggie realised that it wasn't going to hold, it splintered off with a huge screech, and flew inwards, followed by incredibly powerful gusts of freezing wind and rain. 
"PJ!" Maggie screamed, holding out her hand to him, barely able to see through the hair that was being buffeted around her face. The wind grew even louder, louder than she'd ever heard in her life. It was terrifying. 

She reached out, screaming his name frantically, barely able to see. Rain was drenching her - freezing rain that was like daggers being plunged into her, making her gasp for breath. 
The boat lurched again, and for a second the floor was at an almost ninety degree angle. Maggie grabbed one of the legs of the bed, and gripped it tightly, still calling her partner's name as she hung on desperately. Then in the split second before the boat went thumping back down again, the wind stopped, and she saw PJ as he slid past her, like a rag doll. She screamed, and was about to reach out to catch him when the boat fell back down again. She lost her grip and was flung against the wall. Her whole body seemed numb for a moment as she looked around dazedly, trying to find something to grip on to. Then the boat jolted once more, and her head hit the wall behind her. She found herself in blessed unconsciousness. 
  

"You okay?" he asked gently. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said dazedly, trying to sit up. There was a faint, throbbing pain at the back of her head. "What happened?" 

PJ, who, for the ten minutes since he had regained consciousness, had had eyes for nothing but the unconscious Maggie, looked around him for the first time. 
"It's okay, we're in our cabin," he whispered reassuringly. 

Maggie let out a small groan, falling back and closing her eyes again. 
Then her eyes snapped open. 
"Why aren't we moving?" 

PJ looked around again, this time a lot slower, taking in details. 
"Um... well, we're not moving cos... well, we've stopped," he said finally. 

"Congratulations, Sherlock," Maggie murmured. 
She sat up again, then, surprisingly painlessly, stood. 

"PJ, we've been shipwrecked." 

"We have?" PJ's eyes lit up momentarily. 

Maggie glared at him. "PJ!" 

"Oh yeah," PJ's face fell. "That's a bad thing." 

"Exactly, that's a bad thing." 
She pulled PJ to his feet and then, taking his hand, led him through the splintered doorway, and out onto the deck. 
Or, what was left of it. 

Maggie blinked. PJ blinked. 

"PJ, where are we?" Maggie whispered as she looked around in disbelief. 

"This is... but it can't be..." PJ turned to her, and they looked at each other incredulously. 

"PJ, pinch me." 

"Maggie, I hate to break it to you... but I think we're on Gilligan's Island." 

Maggie shook her head. "No way, PJ. Gilligan's Island was a TV show, nothing more. This place just... it just looks a lot like Gilligan's Island." 

She swallowed. PJ's jaw dropped. 
"Um, Maggie, are you trying to tell me, then, that that's just someone who looks like Gilligan, standing there?" PJ asked finally. 

Maggie shook her head. 
"PJ, pinch me," she demanded again. This time PJ complied. 
It hurt. 

"Okay, that's enough, that's enough. I never believed that theory, anyway. I mean, things do hurt in dreams," Maggie reassured herself, rubbing her arm where PJ had pinched her. 

"Maggie, what's happening?" PJ asked in a half-scared, half-excited tone. 

"We're dreaming, PJ," Maggie said firmly. "That's all." 

"Are you dreaming this, or am I dreaming this?"  

"We both are. I guess." 

"How is that possible?" 

"How should I know. Maybe it's just one of us dreaming this." 

"Well, if it's you, can you somehow get us outta here?" PJ asked with rising apprehension.  
He swallowed as he looked at the figure who had appeared next to Gilligan and was waving to them. 
Maggie followed his gaze and let out a small groan. "Not Mr Howell," she moaned. 

"Thurston Howell the third..." PJ clarified automatically. 

"PJ, let's get out of here," Maggie said quickly, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back into the cabin. 

"No, wait Maggie - why don't we just say hello?" 

"WHAT?!" Maggie exploded incredulously. 

"Well... I mean, when I was a kid I always like this show, and..." 

"You want to meet Gilligan." 

PJ nodded. If he'd been a dog, his tale would have been wagging. 

"PJ, you're crazy. This is crazy. Let's just get out of here." 

PJ shook his head. "Maggie, look at the boat. We're not gonna get anywhere in it." 

"PJ," Maggie said suddenly, "What happened to the others?" 

They both took a step backwards, and looked at each other, aghast. 

"Maggie, what the hell is going on here?"  

"They could be in their cabins.. or in the galley.. or they could have gotten off the ship and maybe gone off looking for food...?" Maggie suggested hopefully. 

They checked the cabins. They checked the galley. The crew and other passengers were gone. 

"We're doomed," PJ said glumly. 

"Why are we doomed?" 

"Because if Gilligan and the others never got off this island, how are we going to?" 

"PJ, we are NOT on Gilligan's Island. We're somehow dreaming this, and it's all going to be over as soon we wake up." 

"Maggie, face it, we're not dreaming." 

"We are so," Maggie said stubbornly. Angrily, she reached up and broke a small orange flower off a tree branch hanging just above them. She plucked the petals one by one, and threw them up in the air. They drifted down slowly, one of them landing in her hair without her notice. 

"Heya there!" Gilligan greeted them cheerfully. 

PJ and Maggie stared at him, then at Thurston Howell the third behind him, and then back at Gilligan. 
Then they turned and looked at each other. 
Then they turned and looked back at Gilligan and Mr Howell. 

"Hi there, Gilligan!" PJ said, taking a step forward and greeting them brightly. "Hi, Mr Howell." 

"Say, didja come to rescue us?" Gilligan said hopefully. 

PJ and Maggie looked at each other again. 
"We were shipwrecked here, just like you were," PJ explained. 
Maggie rolled her eyes and pinched herself. This *had* to be a dream. 

"I'm PJ Hasham, and this is Maggie Doyle," PJ announced happily. 

Maggie grabbed his sleeve as he moved to take another step forward.  
"PJ, what are you doing?!" she hissed into his ear. 

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," PJ said with a smile. 

Maggie shook her head. "PJ, this is insane." 

"So what if it is?" PJ asked buoyantly. 

Maggie rolled her eyes again. 

"You two look hungry," came the booming, authoratative voice of Thurston Howell (the third), "Come and eat something." 

PJ was eager to go, but Maggie held back. 
"PJ, no!" she hissed when he started to move. 

"What?" PJ asked, clearly irritated. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm going with them. C'mon Maggie!" 

"Why?" she demanded, refusing to budge. 

"'Cos I want to know how they managed to survive on this one island so long without bringing any luggage!" 
He yanked her hand again to try and get her moving, and this time she didn't seem quite as firmly objecting. 

"Can't you at least just ask them here? I don't trust them. This could be some big setup or something. We could be on Candid Camera at this very moment!" 

PJ reluctantly considered her arguments, and sighed. 
"Okay, I'll ask them." 

He turned back to Gilligan and Mr Howell, who were standing, watching them curiously. 
"We were... uh... just wondering..." 

"Yes?" Thurston Howell asked encouragingly. 

"Well, you seem to have survived here for an awfully long time... without any luggage... in fact, Ginger seems to be wearing a different dress every day, and we were just wondering... well, *how*??" 

Mr Howell let out a deep chuckle. Gilligan giggled. 

Thurston Howell began, "Well, it's actually quite simple, my boy, you see -" 

Then, suddenly, there was a lightning strike, following by a deafening loud thunder clap. 
"Quick, under cover!" Gilligan shouted to Mr Howell. The two of them ran off into the jungle too fast for Maggie and PJ to see what path they took. 

They realised that they were now all alone. 
   
 

"What is it?" Maggie whispered. 

"I saw lights." 

"What sort of lights?" Maggie asked, trying to crane her head up enough to see but not be see. Then she gasped when she saw two, round, glowing orange circles in the rapidly darkening jungle. 

"What are they?" she whispered, almost to herself. 

PJ glanced up, long enough to realise that it was. 

"They're headlights, Maggie." 

"What do you mean, headlights? We're on Gilligan's Island. They don't have cars. They don't have anything except stupid shacks made of cane and endless supplies of clo-" 
She stopped abruptly when PJ clamped a hand over her mouth. 

"It's some sort of car... it's more like a van, though," PJ whisped. 

In a surge of anger, Maggie prised his hand away and stood up. 
"If it's a car, it means that it's going to take us to civilisation!" she said firmly, grabbing PJ's hand and dragging him upright before he could object. 
"I'm getting sick of this dream, PJ!" 

"Maggie, I keep telling you, it's not a drea-" 

"PJ, just shut up!" she said irritably. 

She stood directly in front of the van, and was surrounded by an unearthly orange glow from the headlights. She waved her arms. One of the doors to the front of the van opened. 
Scooby Doo toppled out. 

Maggie took a step back, shaking her head disbelievingly. 
"Okay, this is just *too much*. I'm sick of this dream, okay? I just wanna wake up and have it all over." 

PJ came up behind her, putting a hand supportively on her back. 
"Maggie, this isn't a dream. This is happening. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but it's actually happening." 

Meanwhile, Fred, Daphne, Velma and Shaggy had all appeared around Scooby, and were staring at PJ and Maggie curiously. 

"How many other TV shows are we going to find ourselves in the middle of?" Maggie asked, throwing her hands in the air in despair. 

"Scooby-Dooby-Doooooo!" howled Scooby Dooby Do. 

Maggie shook her head. 

"Okay, time out," PJ said, just as frustrated as Maggie was. 

Then, all of a sudden, there was another zap of thunder, a loud crack, followed by the dull rumble of thunder. 
And the Scooby Doo gang were gone. 

"This is not happening," Maggie moaned, clutching her head.  

PJ beside her was silent. He reached out and tapped her on the  shoulder. 
Maggie looked up slowly, and then she gulped. 

"No..." she said disbelieving, shaking her head. "No way, PJ. Not them. Anything BUT that. Please." 

"They're puddies in disguise!" The pink power-ranger cried.  

Then, in a flurry of fists and multi-coloured boots, they attacked Maggie and PJ. 

Maggie and PJ fought back, but unsuccessfully. The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers crushed them to a bloody pulp, and PJ and Maggie were no more. 

- the end - 

yeah, I know the ending is both short and stupid, not to mention slightly bloodthirsty, but what can I say?  
besides, it's the whole element-of-surprise thing! 

...feedback is greatly appreciated, even if it's flames.