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You know, this is my favorite day of the week.

I know both.

It's the day when the children come.

Tattoo. Guess what?

You just finished reading the Sherlock Holmes book I gave you. I have decided

become a master of disguise, right?

How did you know?

Elementary, my dear Tattoo. Elementary.

Come, it's time to meet the balloon.

You're looking at the Collins family.

Scooter, Willie, Rob, and the sister Jody. Thank you, Captain Balloon.

What's their fantasy, boss? To get away from their parents?

Oh, far from it or two. They love their parents very, very much. Then what's

their fantasy?

One shared by children all over the world or two. To become instant rock

They all want to.

Do they have any talents?

A good question, the truth. A very good question indeed.

Next is the Aces High Magic Club from San Fernando, California, along with

Scott and their chaperone, Deros' aunt, Andrea.

Magic? You mean they're all magicians?

To varying degrees, yes. Deros himself is quite accomplished, and he enjoys

teaching his friends how to entertain others.

Only seen a club?

That's not a very big club.

What's the fantasy, boss?

To pull off what Darius calls the greatest trick ever.

This weekend, those children are going to run the Fantasy Island amusement

And Darius hopes to have lots of fun. But as I told you, my friend, Darius is

accomplished magician.

And one can never be sure what a magician might have up his sleeve once

your attention centered where he wants it.

My dear friends, I am Mr. Rourke, your host. Welcome to Fantasy Island.

What a laugh.

Whoa, check out the ice cream fountain. Forget the ice cream. Now look, I told

you guys to lay off the junk food, okay? Ah, the Collins family.

Oh, Mr. Oak, you're just the man we wanted to see. Well, I had expected to

you at the pool.

Oh, we had a couple of things to do first.

Yeah, like taking a dumb nap.

Well, what may I do for you?

Could you tell us when our fantasy is going to begin?

Oh, that's easy.

It already has started.

What tattoo means is you are already rock stars in certain parts of the

Oh, really?

What part of the world are we stars in?

England. You see, I took the demonstration tape you sent me and had

as an album. Well, your album shot straight to the top of British charts.

See, I told you guys we were good.

Oh, that's terrific, but... I know.

I know you want some ironclad proof of your newly found pain, right?

It would be nice.

Before Mr. Rock delivers the proof, there is something else you should know.

Oh, what's that?

I also released your album here on Fancy Island.

While we don't have any charts or top 40, I can readily assure you that the

Collins family have already achieved rock stardom right here.

With stardom, forget it.

What do you want?

For you to marry me.

That's crazy.

Why? Well, for starters, I'm only nine.

Rose, the thank you for our fantasy of running an amusement park.

Excuse me. Dareth, how could you?

Oh, I want to apologize for my nephew tossing confetti all over you.

I'm so embarrassed.

Well, it wasn't all confetti. They were roses.

Not real roses.

I couldn't afford real ones.

I cut them out of magazines.

See? They're really roses.

There is really nothing to apologize for. Now, enjoy yourself, Dareth.

Say, guys, I got a great trick for you. Can I have a volunteer?

I'm afraid you gentlemen are being much too lenient with him.

But he seems to be such a nice boy.

Being nice isn't the problem with Darius.

You saw the way he was acting today. He's like that all the time.

He lives in a world all his own, a world of magic.

I keep hoping he'll outgrow it, but I guess it's hard for... Well, his mother,

my sister, she died five years ago.

But does he have a father?

Yeah, he has a father, all right, but he hardly ever sees Darius.

Too embarrassed, I guess. He's a third -rate carnival stuntman who spends what

little money he makes on his precious motorcycle and flashy leather outfits.

Then he's laid up in the hospital half the time.

But he does communicate with the boy, doesn't he?

Certainly. Postcards and letters. Never doubtin' he's gonna make the big time.

Darius's father is a 35 -year -old boy who never grew up.

And he never will.

And that poor child has to pay the price.

Who ever heard a rock star doing homework?

I did, so stop complaining.

All right, Jody, it's your turn to cook dinner.

And no more of your famous hot dog soup.

Hey, where's Scooter?

He's at it again, Rob.

Yeah.

Jody and I got to talking how great it was to be rock stars.

I said, boy, wouldn't Mom and Dad be proud of us now?

Hey, Scooter.

Didn't anyone ever tell you that rock stars don't cry?

Come on.

Sit up and talk to me.

Hey, I thought you had it under control.

I thought I did, too.

Look, Scooter.

Mom and Dad are gone.

And nothing can bring them back.

But the Coast Guard said... The Coast Guard said the boat went down in the

hurricane.

And that was over a month ago.

Yeah, but maybe somehow they got ashore.

Let's face it, Scooter.

It's just the four of us against the world now.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

Hey, look. Haven't I been taking care of you like I said I would?

And isn't this better than that old foster home they stuck in?

It sure is.

Then we'll stick to my game plan, okay?

I just hope it works out.

Sure it'll work out.

You're not going to be 18 in three months, and that makes me a legal adult

home. And listen, once we become big rock stars, we'll buy a tremendous

and we'll live happily ever after.

How's that?

All right?

Thank you.

Of course. That was your fantasy, wasn't it? Yes. You better be in this arm.

What are they for?

The badgers say assistant manager.

Now, the rule is only the manager can override an order given by an assistant

manager. You understand?

Who's the manager?

Who else?

Well, you better get acquainted with the park, my friends. As you can see, they

are... Checking the equipment now, and we will open the gates and admit your

first customers in half an hour, all right?

Now go.

know how to deliver fantasy.

Yeah.

I just hope he knows how to deliver my dad.

Ah, here they are. Hi, Mr. Rourke. Hi.

Welcome. Are you enjoying your fam? Oh, so far it's been terrific.

But, uh, I have one question.

How can we make a lot of money in a big hurry?

As a matter of fact, ever hear of Brian Lipscomb?

Hear of him? He's only the number one record and concert promoter in the

world. Absolutely right, Willie.

Precisely why I have invited the esteemed Mr.

Lipscomb to hear you in concert tomorrow. I promise that you'll put on a

just for him.

All right.

And if Brian Lipscomb likes you, well, the sky is the limit.

Wow.

Hold on.

Mr. Roar, can we hear this hit album of ours?

Oh, of course. But will you do me a favor?

Sure. Could you play along with it?

Oh, we'd love to.

Tattoo?

The kids all think I'm crazy for running after you.

They say you play hard to get with every boy I see.

Something wrong.

You seem to be suffering from mixed emotions.

Don't you like your hit album?

Oh, it's terrific, but it's not us. Right.

Oh, but it is. It is.

Tattoo is quite correct.

You see, I took the liberty of having your demonstration tape electronically

enhanced before the recording was made.

Oh, yeah, but how are we going to match that sound for Mr. Lipscomb tomorrow

night?

With fame and fortune within such easy grasp, I'm certain you'll think of

something.

The two?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

You must be the great Scott.

And you must be Mr. Roark. That's right. Thank you for coming. Oh, not at all,

not at all.

Listen, I'm having a pinch of myself. I can't believe this is really happening.

Really? I mean, after all these years.

Uh, I've got a confession to make.

What?

Much of my career, well, most of it, has been motorcycle stunts and cheap

touring carnivals with ramshackle equipment and unsafe conditions.

But this time, it's going to be different. I mean, a 225 -foot leap over

a lagoon.

And when I make it, I may finally get a shot at the big time.

A big tour.

Oh, that's more than a possibility, Mr. Scott. It just so happens that there is

a convention of sports journalists and bookers from major entertainment parks

the island now. They will all be present for your performance.

It's just like a dream come true.

Yes.

Yes.

There is something I must confess, Mr. Scott. You see...

motorcycle stunts are not the Fantasy Islands Amusement Park standard brand of

entertainment, you understand.

So, well, what I'm trying to say is I am not the one who hired you.

Well, then who?

That I am not at liberty to tell. I'm sorry. The party wishes to remain

anonymous, at least for the time being.

Well, whoever that person is, when I do this stunt tomorrow, I won't let him

down. I can promise you that.

Not too dangerous a stunt, I hope, Mr. Scott.

Well, they're all dangerous, Mr. Rourke.

But if I can make a spectacular appearance at this park tomorrow, it

the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

For your sake, Mr. Scott, I hope it all works out.

Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Your father looks fine.

He's very excited. Thinks that this is going to be his big break.

Thanks, Mr. Rourke, for the best fantasy you've ever given anyone.

I gotta get to work.

Yes, who?

That disguise is truly a work of art.

Ordinarily, I would be tempted to say that you are Tattoo.

But then again, I... I can't be positive.

It's me, boss.

I'm getting better and better, am I not?

Oh, indeed you are. Pretty soon I won't recognize you at all.

You see that hand?

I hope.

Your antique lamp.

I'm sorry, boss.

May I make a suggestion as to your next disguise, Tattoo?

Oh, sure, boss.

Who you want me to be? How about the Invisible Man?

Be quiet, be quiet. Leave, be quiet.

I'm producing Europe's hottest rock star, the Colin Kidd.

One,

two, three, four.

The kids all think I'm crazy.

We're running after you.

They say you play hard to get.

Don't look now, but I think we're hit.

Yeah, that's right. Sure knows what he's doing.

Baby, here I come

How much are you being paid to play that album while they lip -sync to it?

Oh, boss, you don't think I will take money from kids, do you? How much?

Ten bucks.

Excuse me, boss, but it's time for the next number.

Oh, by the way, I've got a phone message for you. It said that somebody very

important was waiting for you at the house.

Ten...

Mrs. Collins' children are runaways and they must be returned to their foster

homes.

My dear Miss Ridges, there is what is called the letter of the law. Ah, yes,

yes, yes. And that which is called the spirit of the law.

Precisely. As social worker in charge of those children, it is my duty to

observe the letter of the law.

Oh, that is such a shame.

What's the shame?

That you insist on dealing with the letter of the law.

You see, I happen to be the law on Fantasy Island, and the letter of my law

stipulates that you have absolutely no jurisdiction here. In short, Miss

the children will remain on Fantasy Island until I say otherwise.

I will have you know, Mr. Lark, that I am here to ensure that those children

returned to their foster homes.

And I am the type of person who gets the job done.

Listen up, will you?

Guys, come on.

All right, now, I'm sorry to get you up so early in the morning, but Tattoo

showed me some reports, and we have real problems.

Tattoo?

For starter, the park is out of soft drinks, cotton candy, and hot dog buns.

Also, some of our key employees have been excused for the day.

I only see the guy in the ferret's wheel.

He said he wanted to go fishing with some friends.

Well, that's very unfortunate, because it just happened that his friends were

working on three other rides, and Kevin gave them the day off.

Well, I'm afraid that I let some off, too.

Yes, and the total result is that the park is short on help.

Which means that we have to go to work.

Work? Work!

To fill in the gap.

Or the park won't open.

I didn't come here to work.

That's stupid.

Yeah, I came here to make people happy and to work magic.

Yeah. Come on, guys, you gotta work.

Why?

Well, you see, I have to fulfill my fantasy.

Why is it so important, Darius?

Well, it just is.

Besides, we messed up, so we must be responsible.

Come on, please.

Well, okay by me, Monica.

Come on, let's get going.

All right, come on.

Great Scott.

I never heard of him before.

Yeah, well, you'll probably never hear of him again, either.

He's just a cheap, carny artist.

You know, he wouldn't even be here if his own kid hadn't hired him.

Huh. How about that?

All right, now, let me get this straight. How much does it cost?

Pound sterling or dollars?

Dollars.

In round figures, 70 ,000.

How much mileage does it get with the TV set turned off?

We have a saying, sir. If you have to ask, you can't afford to buy it.

Well, we can't afford it now, but we will soon.

We'll probably need four of them. All different colors, of course.

So the car.

You see, we're big -time rock stars, and we're going to be very rich as soon as

Mr. Lipscomb sees us perform.

Indeed.

Do you mind if I take you for a little test spin?

I would get... Oh, Willie, we can't.

Why not?

We don't have a driver's license.

I forgot.

To the car.

Right.

I guess you'd have to call us big stars.

I mean, how many groups do you know of that get 15 curtain calls in one

Well, would it be correct if I told my readers that you're enjoying your

stardom, Jody?

Oh, wait, just a minute.

Oh, thank you.

Wow!

Thanks, just keep them coming.

Well, from the looks of things, it seems that you are definitely enjoying your

stardom, Jody.

Oh, hi. Come on in.

You're offering us a three -month tour of the Orient?

Oh, sure. I know that's a lot of money.

We just can't do it. No, not under any circumstances. I'm sorry.

Bye -bye.

Well, Rob, how is success treating you?

Oh, it's fantastic.

Will you believe I've been on these phones all morning? And look at these

telegrams.

Movies, TV specials, recording contracts, you name it.

How many offers did you agree to?

Well, I haven't agreed to any of them. I turned them all down in favor of Mr.

Lipscomb.

Oh, speaking of Mr. Lipscomb, I just spoke to him, and he'll definitely be

for tonight's concert.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Suppose this Mr. Lipscomb isn't impressed with what he sees and hears.

Oh, come on, he's got to be. Ah, but Miss Ridges has a point.

Perhaps you were a bit hasty in rejecting all these other offers.

Rob, this is no life for you children. You belong back in California.

Yeah, right.

And four different foster homes?

No thanks.

Look, we're going to be an even bigger hit tonight.

Lip -syncing to your album, Rob?

Sure. That's the only way we can capture that sound.

Question. Do the Collins kids intend to lip -sync their way through life?

I don't follow you, Mr. Rourke.

Lip -syncing is a form of deceit, Ron.

So was telling me that you had parental permission to visit Fantasy Island.

I've since learned that your parents were lost at sea and therefore couldn't

possibly have granted permission.

All right, so I lied.

But it was the only way to keep us kids together and keep us out of four

different foster homes.

Mr. Rourke, we're a family.

And we intend to stay together.

Oh, I have no quarrel with your desire, Rob.

But it was still deceit, wasn't it?

A very false road to happiness, my young friend.

Think about it.

Good news, Kevin.

We've done it. They're going to open the carnival on time. All right.

Thanks a lot for your help.

Anytime, old lady. Let's go.

Mr. Son. I missed you too, Dad.

Listen, look at you.

Come on, come on.

All right.

Listen, I found out how I got here.

Don't worry, Mr. Rourke didn't tell me.

At least not until I confronted him.

I overheard some of the rigging crew talking.

Well, I just wanted us to be together, and I was afraid you'd get mad.

Well...

I gotta admit, at first I was all jangled up inside. I mean, I didn't know

to think.

A dude my age getting work through his son.

Well, how could I be mad at you?

I love you.

And this is a chance we've always dreamed of.

Who better to make it come true than you?

And if I make good here, it's the big time.

You'll make good, Dad. Don't worry. Just know you will.

Thank you, son.

Thank you.

You had no right to bring him here.

Well, I'm afraid you are mistaken. I didn't bring the great Scott here.

Darius did.

Darius?

But his fantasy was to... I'm afraid Darius may be guilty of a magician's

sleight of hand.

The fantasy of running an amusement park with the other children wasn't all he

had in mind.

His real fantasy was to provide his father with a big break as a performer.

But why?

Darius hired you because he thinks that after this jump you'll be rich and

famous and able to set up a real home for him again.

Just the two of you together for good.

Whatever gave him an idea like that?

You did, Scott, in all those letters you wrote.

You said that all you needed was a little break to be on your way again.

You were never there in the first place. How can you be on your way again?

Okay, so I didn't write him about the cheap touring carnivals.

Instead, I wrote him about vacationing in the Bahamas.

When I was really laid up with four broken bones in a Des Moines hospital.

yes, one jump doesn't put me in the big time.

I'll still have to struggle to establish myself, but at least I'll have some

kind of a name after that jump. If you survive.

The point is that Darius expects you two to get together permanently.

Now, what are you going to tell him after this jump?

Thanks, son. I'll see you around.

Well, it wasn't fair for Darius to assume we'd get back together.

Fair? What is fair? He's 11 years old. He needs a father. The time will come.

Listen.

This is just the start.

It's the beginning of the dream.

That is exactly what I thought you'd say.

You should have given up on that motorcycle a long time ago.

Instead, you gave up everything else.

All right, Mr. Lipscomb's here.

Great. Let's give him a show, guys. Okay.

Ready?

One, two, three, four.

Take me away if you want to.

I won't try to resist.

Cause I'm guilty, baby.

I'm falling in love with you.

And it's good.

So good.

It's gotta be against the law.

But how can you stop?

All right, hold it. Hold it!

Hold it!

Mr. Lipscomb, I think...

No, I know that we owe you an apology.

That song you just heard, well, it wasn't really us.

Well, part of it was.

What I mean is we were lip syncing.

Because that was the only way we could ever capture that sound in our album.

Not by ourselves.

What I mean is, sir, what I'm really trying to say is that I guess we're

but four.

amateurish, wet -behind -the -ear kids who... Who can write really good lyrics.

Excuse me?

Which, uh, which one of you wrote those smashing lyrics?

Well, we all did. It was a collaborative effort.

Oh, I see.

Well, uh, would the, uh, would the Collins family, uh, be interested in a

contract to write lyrics for a hot new composer I've just signed? It, uh, it

could be worth a small fortune.

But what about our music?

The sound was all right, but... And with all due respect, groups like yours are

not hard to come by. But finding a really good lyric writer, that's where

really at, eh?

Well, what do you say? Will you sign a contract or not?

Say yes, Rob.

Yeah, and this means we can still be rock stars of a sort.

Yeah, then we can buy the big house and we'll all stay together.

I wouldn't count on that.

The moment you set foot on the mainland, you're under my jurisdiction.

And I now have a court order, which... Which means four foster homes, right?

I'm afraid so.

I'm afraid not.

Now see here, Mr... No, no, no. You see here, Miss Ridges.

You see, I have just received a telegram announcing that the children's parents

were found alive.

What? Alive? I told you. I told you they were all right.

Yes. They were washed ashore in a very remote area of Mexico.

Mr. Rourke, are you serious?

Totally. Read this.

They're alive. Thank you, Mr. Rourke.

We're going home.

Love.

The greatest healing power of all.

Ladies and gentlemen, the great Scott!

Looks good and I'm ready.

You're a stuntman around here.

We need your help, quick. There's a kid hanging on the scale.

Hey,

watch my bike for me, will you?

Help!

We'll stop and we... We fixed it. Kid up there. He insisted on taking a test

run. Now he's stuck up there.

I mean, that's Derek.

Must have panicked and tried to climb down. How long to fix the wheel? We're

doing it right now.

That's Derek.

Hang on, son.

I'm coming.

I'm almost there, son.

Hang on!

Seconds more son Don't look down

I've

got you You

got it get you the leg in

Yeah, yeah.

I was afraid you'd never get here.

Are you kidding?

I'm the great Scott.

On behalf of us all, thank you, Mr. Scott. That was a remarkable test of

courage. And under the circumstances, if you wish to postpone your motorcycle

jump or perhaps change it to another day... No jump, Mr. Rourke. Not now or

ever.

Oh, you can't be serious, Mr. Scott.

You told me nothing and the world meant more to you.

Well, now something does.

I don't belong up there.

I belong down here on the ground with my son.

Mr. Rourke, I owe you an explanation for the decision that I made yesterday.

Oh, that's not necessary, Mr. Scott. No, please let me.

What kept running through my mind while I was climbing up that Ferris wheel was,

if I got seriously hurt, what would happen to Darius?

Who would be able to help him?

Then I just started extending that thought to beyond the Ferris wheel.

Well, to the rest of our lives.

And that's the real dream.

Then it was a wise decision, Mr. Scott.

I think so.

I'm temporarily unemployed, but I'm going to set up a household with Darius

well, something will turn up.

As a matter of fact, I have a proposition for you.

The job of general manager of the amusement park is open.

Yes, the former manager quit to fulfill his fantasy of training lions and

tigers. Will you take over as manager, Mr. Scott?

What do you think, Darius?

I think it's a great idea, Dad.

It'd help you a lot. I know a lot about amusement parks now.

What do you think, Andrea?

I think that this little boy's fantasy has just come true.

You got yourself a manager, Mr. Rourke. In fact, two managers. The best two

managers any amusement park could have.

Will you kindly explain why you chose to wear your latest disguise right here

and now?

I got stuck.

I couldn't get out of it.

Mr. Ward.

Mr. Ward.

Thank you for everything. Oh, you are most welcome, all of you.

Do you still wish to become rich and famous rock stars?

We already are, partly. But the best thing is we got our parents back.

Oh, Mr. Ward, will you do me a favor?

Well, of course, Scooter. What is it?

If a Rolls Royce salesman asks for me, tell him to cancel those four cars I

Very good, Mark. Thank you very much.

Goodbye. Goodbye, sweetheart. Bye.

Now that our guests have gone, for your information, this is positively your

worst disguise.

You fooled absolutely no one with it.

No one at all?

Not at all. As a matter of fact, I go so far as to say that your latest disguise

laid a big egg.

Oh, boss.

Not really, Tattoo.

Well, look here.

Boss.

Where did you find that egg?

Right there. You laid it.

Boss, that's not possible.

You know I cannot lay eggs.

Well, you just did.

No, I did not.

You're putting me on, boss.

Am I, Tattoo?

Am I really?

After all, anything is possible on Fantasy Island.