Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- It's not ticking anymore. - Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

You blew it! We're gonna wind up with nothing!

I'd like a word with Jane, alone.

[ Grunts ] Hey, I think this might work.

They want to see their mothers and fathers in love with each other again,

So, they had a casket made. Then she took it, and, uh, she buried it.

Yeah. But what can we do about it?

I know. I know that. It's just that-- [ Door Closes ]

Smiles everyone. Smiles.

And we have you two guys to thank for getting us together again.

Well, it means your mom and I are gonna give it another try.

But I'm glad that I found out about him now instead of after we were married.

Of course, Tattoo,

- She can't be dead. - Well, believe me, she's dead.

This is Fantasy Island, and here anything is possible.

♪ [ People Singing ]

You are here because the children, Ann and Tony,

Dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

- He's afraid of you. - But why?

Mama La, I've got to know.

Something wrong, Ann?

Mr. Roarke, where are we going? Patience, Miss Howell.

Now come along. We wouldn't want to be late.

I think this calls for a celebration.

Well, you must admit it would be a pretty good case of circumstantial evidence...

Do you remember anything at all?

I'll be anxious to see the survival camp you've built for their stay.

I don't know. I think so, but--

Please, don't make me do it.

Bill Jordan is Miss Howell's fiancé.

Really? Well, as you know, this is Fantasy Island,

If you choose to stay, I will not discount the possible danger to yourself.

I heard noises. I was singing.

I miscalculated terribly.

I'm afraid you'll just have to solve your dilemma on your own.