Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just the two of them out in the wilderness,
My watch. Yes, Tattoo?
Those voodoo people took her away and killed her!
[ Speaking French ]
You'll have to tell Jamu that I don't wanna hurt him.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
You and that voodoo. I told you not to use them.
Just exactly what is their fantasy, Mr. Roarke?
Yeah.
Oh, thank you. Thank you. I think--
Well, there's one sure way of finding out.
Fifty-one dollars?
Now, if that's agreeable, naturally.
That's terrific, Carlyle. Let's go get the cots from the bedroom,
And he's all alone out there. You know he's afraid of the dark.
Already too late. Come.
Believe me, it was my pleasure to serve you.
And we want you to know it was worth every penny of that $51. Yeah.
bring them by the fire. Yes, I'll help.
I am going to write a letter to Ralph Nader.
of a rich rubber plantation owner named Jonathan Connors.
♪ [ Humming Continues ]
Were they?
She might be the long-missing daughter...
Oh, uh, by the way, where are the other campers and their parents?
You know that isn't true. It can't be.
What possibly could be wrong when you have given me...
And a Boston banker can surely afford a full price for his fantasy.
She never suspected that she wasn't who we told her she was.