It was another sweltering day on the uncharted isle where the S.S. Minnow's hapless passengers had been marooned for what felt like an eternity. The Professor tinkered with his latest coconut-powered invention, Mary Ann baked pies from questionable fruits, and Mr. and Mrs. Howell lounged under palm fronds, sipping imaginary martinis. But on this particular afternoon, an unseen visitor arrived-one that no one could quite catch a glimpse of directly. The Role Swapper, a mischievous magical entity that appeared only as a shimmering light in the corner of one's eye, had decided Gilligan's Island was ripe for some chaos.

No one knew how or why it chose its targets, but that day, it zeroed in on the Skipper and Ginger Grant. In a blink-or rather, a shimmer-the swap was done. The burly, gruff captain of the Minnow suddenly found himself in the glamorous body of the movie star, while Ginger awoke in the Skipper's hefty frame, her first words a bewildered bellow of "Little buddy? What in tarnation happened to my voice?"

The Skipper, now in Ginger's lithe form, stared down at himself in horror. His usual khaki uniform hung loosely on a nearby branch, far too big for this new body. Ginger's wardrobe was the only option-slinky dresses, high heels, and all. "This is ridiculous," he grumbled in Ginger's sultry tone, slipping into a sequined sky blue gown that hugged curves he wasn't used to having. The heels wobbled under his feet like walking on stilts during a storm at sea. "Gilligan! Get over here and help me figure this out!"