I have some ideas for stories based on old TV shows (the problem for me is finding the time and privacy to write them). I will refer to them as "lost episodes". I have an outline for one based on the Sopranos, and another on "Frasier" (it seems Dr Crane has this patient with a thing for tickling nylon-covered feet, and....).
I am also open to suggestions for other shows.
And...there is this story I wrote so very long ago, I'm surprised I found it. I don't think its' a repost on here; apologies if it is. It prob needs some editing...I will get to that later. I think I called this Ticklian's Island at the time. Hope you like it...
GILLIGAN'S ISLAND
THE LOST EPISODE
CALIFORNIA, 196?
CBS TV has picked up a new comedy about seven strangers stranded on a
desert isle. The show will be shot mostly on a Hollywood set, but today the
cast has been gathered on a small island off California's southern coast. The
director wants to get some shots for the opening credits. Most of the shots
involve the lead actor. Two of the supporting actresses, Dawn Wells (MaryAnne)
and Tina Louise (Ginger) decide to go for a walk around the beautiful, deserted
(supposedly
island. The director warns them to not wander off too far; the
island is bigger than it looks. The beautiful girls listen, but don't hear.
They head up the beach, both still in costume. Dawn, a former Miss Nevada, is
dressed in her Kansas farmgirl outfit, including tight denim shorts and white
sneakers. Tina is in her sultry Hollywood Actress sequined gown, slit up the
side.
She still has her pumps on, not wanting to ruin her nice tan stockings on the
island terrain. Before long, Dawn thinks that she can hear a waterfall, and
leads Tina into the thick jungle. They remind themselves that the director told
them that there were no wild animals to be afraid of. The girls walk for a long
while before reaching the waterfall. They stop and sit, taking in it's beauty,
and make small talk about themselves and their new job. When they head back,
they discover that they
are hopelessly lost. And it's starting to get dark. They wander aimlessly,
shouting for "help" as the sun sets. They try to reassure each other that
everything is going to be OK as they grow more frightened. Soon it is totally
dark.
"Help! We're over here!" they yell.
Suddenly, thirty feet away, a torch fires to life. Then another, then
another. Soon, twenty torches in the jungle form a cirlce around the two girls.
Their mouth's hang open as twenty beautiful AMAZON-like women walk from their
hiding places and make a tight circle around the scared actresses.
"Who-ho-ho are you?" Whispers Tina.
This seems to anger the Amazons. Two of the strongest rush the actresses
and push them down on the ground. Before they know it, they are each bound at
the wrists and ankles. Long poles are then slid betweens the bonds, and the
girls are lifted up and carried off into the jungle just like in a Tarzan
movie.
Before long, they are led into a small clearing. There is a large bonfire
in the center of the clearing. Six other native women are dancing around the
fire. On the other side of the bonfire sits a regal native woman in a wonderful
head=dress, on what looks like a throne. Dawn and Tina are set down. The poles
that carried them are fit into stands. The two girls lay with their backs on
the ground, their ankles and wrist crossed and bound above the poles. The Queen
raises her hand, and the dancing stops. One of the natives who captured the
actresses rushes up and whispers to the Queen. The Queen, along with two of her
maidens, then approaches to the bound beauties.
"What are you doing on my Island?"
Both of the frightened women try to speak at once.
"I..we..Gilligan..waterfall..lost.."
"Stop! You. Firehair. Speak."
Tina, with the dark red hair, did not understand. The Queen became angry. She
walked right up to Tina and screamed.
"Tell me where you are from, and what you are doing on my Island."
Tina tried to talk, but couldn't get the words out.
"The sign of a Lie! You must be a spy! Or a scout. We have ways to loosen your
tongue. We have all taken an oath to never, ever "hurt" (with emphasis) another
maiden, but there are still ways to loosen a tongue." The Queen clapped her
hands, and her two Maidens came right to her side. Dawn tried to protest...
"Silence! You will not speak unless spoken to. And you will need to save your
breath." The Queen smiled. "I'll start with firehair."
Tina knew that that didn't sound good. One of the maidens walked over and
removed Tina's shoes, exposing her size 9 nylon-covered feet. The other maiden
brought a tray to the Queen. The Queen lifted a small white object. Dawn could
see that it was a seashell as the queen approached Tina. The Queen first felt
Tina's large right foot, marlveling at the feel of the stockings. Tina suddnely
knew what the Queen was going to do, but was afraid to speak. Having incredibly
ticklish feet, she panicked. She pulled hard on the bonds, but it was no use.
The Queen finished touching the stockings, looked Tina in the eye, and began to
stroke Tina's large right sole ever so gently with the edge of the seashell.
Tina's eyes widened, she bit her lip, then let out a loud
"NOOOOOAHAHAHAhAhAhahAHAHA' PLEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
The Queen's smile widened she started to stroke Tina's other stockinged
foot with her short, strong fingernails.
"HAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAASTOP-PPHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Tina was bucking and pulling but not moving her bonds. The Queen decided that
her nails worked best, especially at the base of Tina's toes and on her arches.
Tina totally exploded into hysterics.
"HEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAAHAHAHAAH"
The Queen stopped. "Are you ready to answer me?"
Tina tried to talk, but could't catch her breath.
"More Lies!" The queen motioned to her servants, and then to Dawn. The two
maidens each plucked a long black feather from the Queen's headress, and
positioned themselves on either side of the young beauty. Dawn tried to
protest.
"No. Please. We're telling the truuu-uth-hAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Dawn was wearing a halter top that exposed her stomach and underarms. One
maiden stroked the hollows of her arms "STOOOOAAHHPPHAHAHAHAHA" while the other
twirled her feather in Dawn's navel "NOOOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Dawn wiggled and screamed and bucked and laughed in the shadow of the bright
bonfire. The Queen watched with an amused face, then turned back to Tina.
"Please. No more. We're just lo-o-osstttopp-p-phAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
The Queen seemed to enjoy stroking the stockings, making long, slow
top-to-bottom strides with her fingernails. Both girls were reduces to
laughing, bucking, pleading, slaves. "STOOAAAHHHPPPHAHHAHhAHAHAHAHAhA" they seemed to plead and laugh in unison. They were tickle tortured for what seemed to be an eternity.
Suddenly, the tickling stopped. The girls were untied. The Queen stood before
them. "I apologize. No spy would hold out under such torment. Take our torches;
this path here will lead you back to the beach." The Queen bowed, turned, and
led the natives off into the night.
Tina and Dawn stood, staring in disbelief. They started down the path, thanking
the stars that, although the tickling was unbearable, they were not hurt more
seriously.
"There's one thing, though," said Dawn.
"What's that?" asked Tina.
"Right before they stopped tickling us,
I thought I heard a man's voice yell 'CUT!'"
I am also open to suggestions for other shows.
And...there is this story I wrote so very long ago, I'm surprised I found it. I don't think its' a repost on here; apologies if it is. It prob needs some editing...I will get to that later. I think I called this Ticklian's Island at the time. Hope you like it...
GILLIGAN'S ISLAND
THE LOST EPISODE
CALIFORNIA, 196?
CBS TV has picked up a new comedy about seven strangers stranded on a
desert isle. The show will be shot mostly on a Hollywood set, but today the
cast has been gathered on a small island off California's southern coast. The
director wants to get some shots for the opening credits. Most of the shots
involve the lead actor. Two of the supporting actresses, Dawn Wells (MaryAnne)
and Tina Louise (Ginger) decide to go for a walk around the beautiful, deserted
(supposedly
island. The director warns them to not wander off too far; theisland is bigger than it looks. The beautiful girls listen, but don't hear.
They head up the beach, both still in costume. Dawn, a former Miss Nevada, is
dressed in her Kansas farmgirl outfit, including tight denim shorts and white
sneakers. Tina is in her sultry Hollywood Actress sequined gown, slit up the
side.
She still has her pumps on, not wanting to ruin her nice tan stockings on the
island terrain. Before long, Dawn thinks that she can hear a waterfall, and
leads Tina into the thick jungle. They remind themselves that the director told
them that there were no wild animals to be afraid of. The girls walk for a long
while before reaching the waterfall. They stop and sit, taking in it's beauty,
and make small talk about themselves and their new job. When they head back,
they discover that they
are hopelessly lost. And it's starting to get dark. They wander aimlessly,
shouting for "help" as the sun sets. They try to reassure each other that
everything is going to be OK as they grow more frightened. Soon it is totally
dark.
"Help! We're over here!" they yell.
Suddenly, thirty feet away, a torch fires to life. Then another, then
another. Soon, twenty torches in the jungle form a cirlce around the two girls.
Their mouth's hang open as twenty beautiful AMAZON-like women walk from their
hiding places and make a tight circle around the scared actresses.
"Who-ho-ho are you?" Whispers Tina.
This seems to anger the Amazons. Two of the strongest rush the actresses
and push them down on the ground. Before they know it, they are each bound at
the wrists and ankles. Long poles are then slid betweens the bonds, and the
girls are lifted up and carried off into the jungle just like in a Tarzan
movie.
Before long, they are led into a small clearing. There is a large bonfire
in the center of the clearing. Six other native women are dancing around the
fire. On the other side of the bonfire sits a regal native woman in a wonderful
head=dress, on what looks like a throne. Dawn and Tina are set down. The poles
that carried them are fit into stands. The two girls lay with their backs on
the ground, their ankles and wrist crossed and bound above the poles. The Queen
raises her hand, and the dancing stops. One of the natives who captured the
actresses rushes up and whispers to the Queen. The Queen, along with two of her
maidens, then approaches to the bound beauties.
"What are you doing on my Island?"
Both of the frightened women try to speak at once.
"I..we..Gilligan..waterfall..lost.."
"Stop! You. Firehair. Speak."
Tina, with the dark red hair, did not understand. The Queen became angry. She
walked right up to Tina and screamed.
"Tell me where you are from, and what you are doing on my Island."
Tina tried to talk, but couldn't get the words out.
"The sign of a Lie! You must be a spy! Or a scout. We have ways to loosen your
tongue. We have all taken an oath to never, ever "hurt" (with emphasis) another
maiden, but there are still ways to loosen a tongue." The Queen clapped her
hands, and her two Maidens came right to her side. Dawn tried to protest...
"Silence! You will not speak unless spoken to. And you will need to save your
breath." The Queen smiled. "I'll start with firehair."
Tina knew that that didn't sound good. One of the maidens walked over and
removed Tina's shoes, exposing her size 9 nylon-covered feet. The other maiden
brought a tray to the Queen. The Queen lifted a small white object. Dawn could
see that it was a seashell as the queen approached Tina. The Queen first felt
Tina's large right foot, marlveling at the feel of the stockings. Tina suddnely
knew what the Queen was going to do, but was afraid to speak. Having incredibly
ticklish feet, she panicked. She pulled hard on the bonds, but it was no use.
The Queen finished touching the stockings, looked Tina in the eye, and began to
stroke Tina's large right sole ever so gently with the edge of the seashell.
Tina's eyes widened, she bit her lip, then let out a loud
"NOOOOOAHAHAHAhAhAhahAHAHA' PLEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
The Queen's smile widened she started to stroke Tina's other stockinged
foot with her short, strong fingernails.
"HAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAAASTOP-PPHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Tina was bucking and pulling but not moving her bonds. The Queen decided that
her nails worked best, especially at the base of Tina's toes and on her arches.
Tina totally exploded into hysterics.
"HEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAHHAAHAHAHAAH"
The Queen stopped. "Are you ready to answer me?"
Tina tried to talk, but could't catch her breath.
"More Lies!" The queen motioned to her servants, and then to Dawn. The two
maidens each plucked a long black feather from the Queen's headress, and
positioned themselves on either side of the young beauty. Dawn tried to
protest.
"No. Please. We're telling the truuu-uth-hAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Dawn was wearing a halter top that exposed her stomach and underarms. One
maiden stroked the hollows of her arms "STOOOOAAHHPPHAHAHAHAHA" while the other
twirled her feather in Dawn's navel "NOOOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Dawn wiggled and screamed and bucked and laughed in the shadow of the bright
bonfire. The Queen watched with an amused face, then turned back to Tina.
"Please. No more. We're just lo-o-osstttopp-p-phAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
The Queen seemed to enjoy stroking the stockings, making long, slow
top-to-bottom strides with her fingernails. Both girls were reduces to
laughing, bucking, pleading, slaves. "STOOAAAHHHPPPHAHHAHhAHAHAHAHAhA" they seemed to plead and laugh in unison. They were tickle tortured for what seemed to be an eternity.
Suddenly, the tickling stopped. The girls were untied. The Queen stood before
them. "I apologize. No spy would hold out under such torment. Take our torches;
this path here will lead you back to the beach." The Queen bowed, turned, and
led the natives off into the night.
Tina and Dawn stood, staring in disbelief. They started down the path, thanking
the stars that, although the tickling was unbearable, they were not hurt more
seriously.
"There's one thing, though," said Dawn.
"What's that?" asked Tina.
"Right before they stopped tickling us,
I thought I heard a man's voice yell 'CUT!'"
