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[♪♪]

[HORN HONKS]

Look out!

Hurry, Tattoo. Hurry.

You know this is my favorite day of the week.

I know, boss.

It’s the day when the children come.

Uh, Tattoo?

Guess what?

You just finished reading

the Sherlock Holmes book I gave you

and have decided to become

a master of disguise, right?

How did you know?

Elementary, my dear Tattoo. Elementary.

Come. It’s time to meet the balloon.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

You’re looking at the Collins family.

Scooter.

Willie.

Rob.

And the sister, Jodie. Thank you, Captain Balloon.

What’s their fantasy, boss?

To get away from their parents?

Oh, far from it, Tattoo.

They love their parents very, very much.

TATTOO: Then what’s their fantasy?

One shared by children all over the world, Tattoo.

To become instant rock stars.

They all want to.

Do they have any talents?

A good question, Tattoo.

A very good question, indeed.

Uh, next is the Aces High Magic Club,

from San Fernando, California.

Along with Darius Scott

and their chaperone, Darius’ aunt Andrea.

Magic?

You mean they’re all magicians?

To varying degrees, yes.

Darius himself is quite accomplished.

And he enjoys teaching his friends

how to entertain others.

TATTOO: Only three in a club?

That’s not a very big club.

What’s their fantasy, boss?

To pull off what Darius calls, the greatest trick ever.

This weekend those children are going to run

the Fantasy Island amusement park.

And Darius hopes to have lots of fun.

But as I told you, my friend,

Darius is an accomplished magician.

And one can never be sure what a magician

might have up his sleeve once he has your attention

centered where he wants it.

My dear friends, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪]

Wow, what a layout.

JODIE: 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.

Mr. Roarke, just the man we wanted to see.

Well, I had expected to see you at the pool.

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

Yeah, like taking a dumb nap.

Uh, well, what may I do for you?

Could you tell us when our fantasy’s going to begin?

Oh, that’s easy. It already has started.

Uh, what Tattoo means is

you are already rock stars in certain parts of the world.

ROB: Oh, really?

What part of the world are we stars in?

England.

You see, I took the demonstration tape you sent me

and had it released as an album.

Well, your album shot

straight to the top of the 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 fame, right?

Well, it would be nice.

Before Mr. Roarke delivers the proof,

there is something else you should know.

Oh, what’s that?

I also released your album here on Fantasy 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.

[GIRLS SCREAMING]

ROB: Stop it! Help!

If this is stardom, forget it.

What do you want?

For you to marry me.

That’s crazy.

Why? Well, for starters,

I’m only 9.

CROWD: All right! [APPLAUSE]

Roses! A shower of roses!

To thank you for our fantasy of running an amusement park.

Excuse me. Darius, how could you?

Oh, I wanna 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, Darius.

DARIUS: 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-- 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--

Well, his mother,

my sister, she died five years ago.

But does he have a father?

ANDREA: Oh, yeah, he has a father, all right.

But he hardly ever sees Darius.

Too embarrassed, I guess.

He’s a third-rate carnival stunt man.

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 doubting he’s gonna make the big time.

Darius’ father is a 35-year-old boy,

who never grew up and he never will.

And that poor child has to pay the price.

Whoever heard of rock stars doing homework?

I did. So stop complaining.

All right, Jodie, 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. Jodie and I got to talking

how great it was to be rock stars.

And 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

their 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 you 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 know, I’m gonna be 18 in three months.

That makes me a legal adult back home.

And listen, once we become big rock stars,

we’ll buy a tremendous house.

And we’ll live happily every after. How’s that?

All right?

All right.

SCOOTER: Hey!

[BAND MUSIC PLAYING]

Wow-wee!

Wow! This is terrific.

Are we really gonna be in charge?

Of course. That was your fantasy,

wasn’t it? Yes.

You better pin this on.

What are they for?

ROARKE: The badges 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?

Ahem. Well, you better get acquainted

with the park, my friends.

As you can see, they’re checking the equipment now.

And we will open the gates and admit your first customers

in half an hour. All right?

Come on!

KEVIN: All right! MONICA: Come on!

MONICA: Look at that ride there!

Hey, wait for me.

Say, from now on, everybody gets

a double turn. Double turn?

Sure. That way everyone can have twice as much fun.

Yeah. Everybody gets a double turn!

KIDS: Yeah!

Give everyone triple portions for the same price.

How come?

It takes more than one to really enjoy them.

Besides...

KIDS: Yeah!

RIDER OPERATOR: Hold on to your seats, folks.

Because we’re going around some more,

compliments of the new management here.

KIDS: All right! [APPLAUSE]

I’m so happy, and I don’t even know why.

Because everyone’s happy.

And we made it that way.

Darius, this is the best fantasy every.

Yeah. Mr. Roarke

sure does know how to deliver fantasies.

MONICA: Yeah.

I just hope he knows how to deliver my dad.

ROARKE: Ah, here they are.

Hi, Mr. Roarke. Hi, Tattoo. Hi.

Welcome.

Are you enjoying your fame?

So far it’s been terrific. Fantastic.

But 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 entire world.

Absolutely right, Willie.

Precisely why I have invited the esteemed Mr. Lipscomb

to hear you in concert tomorrow.

I promised that you’d put on a concert just for him.

All right!

And if Brian Lipscomb likes you,

well, the sky is the limit.

Wow! Double wow!

Uh, hold on.

Mr. Roarke, 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. Great.

Tattoo?

[PLAYING]

♪ The kids All think I’m crazy ♪

♪ For running after you ♪

♪ They say You play hard to get ♪

♪ With every boy at school ♪

[RECORD PLAYING ALONG]

♪ Ready or not Baby, here I come ♪

Wait a minute! Now hold it! Hold it!

Uh, is 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 we gonna match that sound

for Mr. Lipscomb tomorrow night?

Oh, with fame and fortune within such easy grasp?

I’m certain you’ll think of something.

Tattoo?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. You must be the Great Scott.

You must be Mr. Roarke. That’s right.

Thank you for coming. Oh, not at all. Not at all.

Listen, I’m having to pinch myself.

I can’t believe this is really happening.

Really? I mean, after all these years.

Yes.

Uh, I’ve got a confession to make.

What?

Much of my career, well most of it,

has been motorcycle stunts

in cheap touring carnivals with ramshackle equipment

and unsafe conditions.

But this time, it’s gonna 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 on the Island now.

They will all be present for your performance.

It’s just like a dream come true!

Yes.

Yes. Uh...

There is something I must confess, Mr. Scott.

You see, motorcycle stunts

are not the Fantasy Island’s amusement park’s

standard brand of entertainment, you understand?

So, um...

well, what I’m trying to say is,

I am not the one who hired you.

Well, uh, 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 them down, I can promise you that.

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

Well, they’re all dangerous, Mr. Roarke.

But if I can make a spectacular appearance

at this park tomorrow,

it could be 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. Roarke, for the best fantasy

you’ve ever given anyone.

I gotta get to work.

Guess who?

That disguise is truly a work of art.

Hmm?

Ordinarily, I would be tempted to say

that you are...Tattoo.

But then again, I-I--

I can’t be positive.

[LAUGHS]

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?

It’s a hook.

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?

[DISCO MUSIC PLAYING]

Please, sit down. Be quick.

Be quick. Please be quick.

Introducing Europe’s hottest rock stars,

The Collins Kids!

[CHEERING]

One, two, three, four.

[PLAYING]

♪ The kids All think I’m crazy ♪

♪ For running after you ♪

♪ They say You play hard to get ♪

♪ With every boy at school ♪

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

Yeah. That Mr. Roarke sure knows what he’s doing.

♪ Ready or not Baby, here I come ♪

♪ Ready or not ♪

♪ Don’t be too scared And when I go ♪

♪ Ready or not ♪

♪ I’m gonna catch you And then you’ll see ♪

♪ How much fun Rock can be ♪

[APPLAUSE]

Oh, hi, Boss.

How much are you being paid

to play that album while they lip sync to it?

TATTOO: Oh, boss.

You don’t think I’d 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 bucks.

♪ I’m gonna catch you And then you’ll see ♪

♪ How much fun Rock can be ♪

[APPLAUSE]

[CHEERING]

MISS RIDGES: The law is the law, Mr. Roarke.

Those 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 a 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 Ridges, the children

will remain on Fantasy Island until I say otherwise.

I will have you know, Mr. Roarke,

that I am here to ensure that those children

are returned to their foster homes.

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

MONICA: All right. Oh, we’re not gonna get it.

Hey, guys, 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 excused the guy on the Ferris 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. MONICA: 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!

All right!

DARIUS: Come on! All right!

[HAMMERING]

Hank? Hank?

Who is this guy, the 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.

MAN: Huh. How about that?

[HAMMERING]

All right, now, let me get this straight.

How much does it cost?

Pounds, sterling or dollars?

Dollars.

In round figures, 70,000.

Hmm. How much mileage does it get,

with the TV set turned off?

Hmm. We have a saying, sir.

If you have to ask, you can’t afford to buy it.

Hmm. Well, we can’t afford it now.

But we will soon.

We’ll probably need four of them.

All different colors, of course.

Careful of the car.

Oh.

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 it for a test spin?

Uh...

Uh, Willie, we can’t.

Why not?

We don’t have a driver’s license.

I forgot.

Sir, the car. Oh, 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 evening?

Well, would it be correct if I told my readers

that you’re enjoying your stardom, Jodie?

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, Jodie.

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. Would 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.

I turned them down in favor of Mr. Lipscomb.

Oh, uh, speaking of Mr. Lipscomb,

I just spoke to him

and he’ll definitely be here 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 those other offers.

Rob, this is no life for you children.

You belong back in California.

Yeah, right. In four different foster homes?

No, thanks.

We’re gonna be a 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. Roarke.

Lip syncing is a form of deceit, Rob.

So was telling me 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. Roarke, 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. Shall we?

[EXHALES] [EXHALES]

Good news, Kevin. We’ve done it.

They’re gonna open the carnival on time.

All right. Thanks a lot for your help.

Any time, my friend. Let’s go.

Darius?

Dad! Dad!

Dad! [LAUGHTER]

[SCOTT EXCLAIMS]

I’ve missed you, son. I’ve missed you too, Dad.

Listen, look at you.

Oh, come on. Come on.

All right.

Listen, I-- I found out how I got here.

Don’t worry, Mr. Roarke 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-I didn’t know what 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 the 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. I just know you will.

Thank you, son.

Thank you.

You had no right to bring him here!

Oh, I am 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?

ANDREA: 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 did lie to 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, and 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 gonna 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!

[SIGHS]

Listen. This is just the start.

It’s the beginning of the dream.

Oh!

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.

[SIGHS]

All right, Mr. Lipscomb’s here.

Okay. Great.

Now let’s give him a show, guys.

SCOOTER: Okay.

[BEATS DRUMS]

Ready?

JODIE: Okay. ROB: One, two, three, four.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Take me away If you want to ♪

♪ I won’t try to resist ♪

♪ ’Cause I’m guilty, baby ♪

♪ Of falling in love With you ♪

♪ And it’s good So good ♪

♪ It’s got be love all along ♪

♪ But how can you stop A love so strong ♪

♪ If it feels so right It can’t be wrong ♪

♪ Love It’s not first degree ♪

All right, hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

[MUSIC STOPS]

Mr. Lipscomb, uh...

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.

Well, what I mean is, sir...

what we’re really trying to say is that...

I guess we’re nothing but four, amateurish,

wet-behind-the-ear kids who--

Who can write really good lyrics.

Excuse me?

Which... Which one of you

wrote those smashing lyrics?

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

Ah.

Well, uh...

Would the-- Would the Collins Family

be interested in a contract to write lyrics

for a hot new composer I’ve just signed?

It-- It could be worth a small fortune.

But what about our music?

Ah, 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 it’s really at, eh?

[LAUGHS] Well, what do you say?

Will you sign the contract or not?

Say yes, Rob.

Yeah. 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.

JODIE: Yeah.

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.

ROARKE: I’m afraid not.

Now, see here, Mr. Roarke, I have a--

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. Roarke, are you serious?

Totally. Read this.

They’re alive!

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

We’re going home!

Love.

The greatest healing power at all.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, the Great Scott!

[APPLAUSE]

It looks good and I’m ready.

Good luck.

Great Scott?

You’re the stunt man around here.

We need your help, quick.

There’s a kid hanging on the sky wheel.

Okay, I’ll give you a hand.

Hey, watch my bike for me, will you?

Help!

The wheel stopped, but we...we fixed it.

That kid up there, he insisted on taking a test run.

Now he’s stuck up there.

SCOTT: It’s Darius!

He must have panicked and tried to climb down.

How long to fix the wheel? We’re doing it right now.

That’s Darius!

Hang on, son!

I’m coming!

Don’t look down, Darius!

Hurry, Dad! I’m slipping!

I’m almost there, son!

Hang on!

That’s good!

Ah!

Don’t move the wheel!

DARIUS: Hurry!

Hold on, Darius!

Hold on!

Dad, I can’t hang on!

Just a few seconds more, son.

[GLASS SHATTERS] [SCREAMS]

MAN: Watch out for the glass!

SCOTT: Don’t look down!

Dad, hurry!

SCOTT: I’ve got you.

[DARIUS GRUNTS]

You gotta get your other leg in.

Okay. Okay.

SCOTT: He’s fine.

[APPLAUSE]

You all right, son?

Huh? Yeah.

Yes.

DARIUS: 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. Roarke.

Not now or ever.

ROARKE: Oh, you can’t be serious, Mr. Scott.

You told me nothing in 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.

[LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

Mr. Roarke, 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 gonna set up a household with Darius.

And, well, something will turn up.

ROARKE: 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?

I-- What do you think, Darius?

I think it’s a great idea, Dad.

I could help you a lot.

I know a lot about amusement parks now.

[LAUGHS]

What do you think, Andrea?

I think that...

this little boy’s fantasy has just come true.

You got yourself a manager, Mr. Roarke.

In fact, two managers.

The best two managers any amusement park could have.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYING]

Bye, Darius! Bye-bye!

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.

ROB: Mr. Roarke?

Mr. Roarke? Thank you for everything.

Oh, you’re 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. Roarke, 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 ordered.

Ha-ha. Very good. Thanks, Mr. Roarke.

Thank you for everything. You’re very welcome.

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 a soul.

As a matter of fact, I go so far as to say

that your latest disguise laid a big egg.

Oh, boss.

No, really, Tattoo. Look, 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.

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