"SKIPPER!!! SKIPPER!!!!!" Gilligan yelled, running past everything and finally running (literally) into the Skipper.
"Oh! What is it Gilligan!?!"
"Not it, Skipper, its. Or actually whos. "
"What?!? Gilligan, you're not making any sense, but that's actually normal for you. Who are you talking about?"
"It-it's them!" Gilligan stuttered.
"Who them?"
"The them! Th-th-th-"
"Gilligan, who are they? "
"Th-th-the B-b-b-b-"
Gilligan's stuttering was interrupted by a sudden scream.
"Oh, Gilligan, that sounded like Mary Ann." The Skipper had a look of worry on his face.
"You're right, we better go check on her!"
The Skipper went one way, Gilligan went the other and the two crashed into each other (again).
Another scream.
"Oh, that sounded like Ginger. Maybe the headhunters are back. "
"Ugh, with all those... heads?"
"Well what do you think headhunters hunt, toes?"
"I wish."
Ginger began running out of the forest and to the two as they were talking, though more like arguing.
"Oh, Skipper, you won't believe it you just won't believe it!" Ginger gasped.
"What? Was it the headhunters again? "
"Or toehunters?"
"Or the- oh, Gilligan! " The Skipper hit Gilligan on the head with his hat.
"No! I-it's-it's- them!" Ginger gasped again.
"Is it the same them as the them I saw?" Gilligan asked.
"Well, I don't know, who did you see?"
"George uh, Harrison and Ringo... Ringo... Starr! That's it!"
"Oh, are you sure? I saw John Lennon and- and- PAUL MCCARTNEY!!! Oh, he's so gorgeous, I nearly fainted. At least, that's what Mary Ann did."
"Oh, well is she okay?"
"She's fine, just starstruck by seeing them. Oh, who would think, me of all people, a movie star, starstruck by- PAUL MCCARTNEY!!!!" Ginger squealed.
"Oh, Skipper did you hear that? The Beatles, here on our island! Do you think they have a boat?"
"Let's hope so, then I can be on the same boat as- PAUL MCCARTNEY!!!!"
"What is with all the screaming!?! I can't concentrate on my formula!" The Professor complained. "I've been studying on Einstein's theories, but all I keep hearing is 'Paul McCartney, Paul McCartney' what is going on!?!"
"Oh, Professor, The Beatles are here on our island!!!! Oh, isn't it marvelous?"
"Marvelous? Those four men with the ridiculous hair, here? Why, we'll never get anything done. This preposterous."
"Oh, Professor, you just can't mean that, you- you just, can't!!! They're here!!!! Even PAUL MCCARTNEY!!!" Ginger squealed again. The Professor left, pinching the bridge of his nose.