Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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