Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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