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[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]
[BELL TOLLING]
The plane! The plane!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
Tattoo?
Tattoo, where are you?
TATTOO: I'm coming, boss, I'm coming.
(SIGHS) Hmm.
Tattoo, might I inquire exactly what you are doing?
Boss, isn't it the week of the Fantasy Island Marathon?
Yes, it is. And this year, we have athletes coming
-from all over the world. -Right. Just like the Olympics.
That's right.
And what do they do to start the Olympics?
The torch, of course.
Boss, this year I will be the one to open
the Fantasy Island Marathon
by lighting the flame of victory.
Excuse me, boss.
-[WOMAN 1 GASPS] Oh, no! -WOMAN 2: Get some water!
TATTOO: No! Stop it.
[MUTTERING IN FRENCH]
Tattoo, if you are quite finished,
I suggest you change your clothes
on the run, literally, so we may greet our guests. Hmm?
All right, boss. On the double.
Flames of victory indeed.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
-[HORN HONKING] -[WOMEN SHRIEKING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
ROARKE: Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
[BAND PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
TATTOO: Boss, they look like a singing group.
Two hits and a miss. [LAUGHING]
Just a little humor.
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
The young ladies are, Miss Gretchen Wassermann
and her best friend, Miss Bunny Kelly.
The gentleman is Mr. Olaf Olafsen.
All three are co-workers at the Big Beaver Barbell
Factory in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania.
Big Beaver Barbell? I never heard of it.
Which is why the girls' fantasy
is to sponsor the winner of our Fantasy Island Marathon.
Miss Kelly and Miss Wassermann have chosen Mr. Olafsen
to carry their company banner.
They hope to use the resulting publicity
to improve the factory's fortunes.
Unless business picks up,
the barbell factory will have to close
and the girls and their community
will go bankrupt.
Mr. Patrick Apaca,
all the way from San Francisco, California.
Patrick Apaca? Boss, where he is? I don't see him.
-He's right there, Tattoo. -TATTOO: Where?
ROARKE: In that nurses arms.
TATTOO: You mean the baby has a fantasy?
What kind of fantasy could a baby have?
One he has no way of understanding now.
Yet, one that could be the most important factor
in the rest of his life.
He wants to find a home with a loving mother and father.
You mean, he's an orphan?
Yes, his parents were killed in a car crash a month ago.
It was always his mother's wish that if anything ever happened
to her, little Patrick would be raised here
on Fantasy Island, where she herself grew up.
-She lived on Fantasy Island? -Do you remember Alicia Macapu?
Alicia Macapu? Dead?
But, boss, sh-- she's just a little girl.
Little girls grow up, Tattoo.
But, boss, I-- I can remember when she--
she used to play in the courtyard with the kids.
Boss, we gotta find her baby the best home in the world.
My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[PATRICK COOS]
Hello, ladies and gentlemen. This is Bob Seagren,
speaking to you from the beautiful grounds
of the Fantasy Island Hotel,
where a lavish, pre-race buffet is being held
for the contestants in the Fantasy Island Marathon,
perhaps the world's most exotic and demanding athletic event.
Now, let's meet some of our competitors
who'll be vying for the cash prize
of over 250,000 dollars.
We have the dauntless Russian champion,
Boris Smolensk.
All business as usual, and seldom smiling.
Dasvidanya, Boris.
From the Federal Republic of Nigeria,
this impressive looking gentleman
is Kintata Moluko.
And perhaps, the two most popular men in sports today,
the British champion, Freddy Hunsacker...
and the American Olympic star,
whose personal integrity and sense of fair play
have earned him the affectionate title of,
"The Clean Machine."
Ladies and gentlemen, Eugene Bodine.
-Hiya, Bob. -Gene, how do you feel?
Oh, I feel great. I've, uh, worked very hard for this
and I look forward to a well-fought contest,
win, lose or draw.
Thanks, Gene.
There's millions of people out there
who will be rooting for you.
And over here, we have,
well, one of the real bad boys of sports. Bruno Grass.
And with him is his sponsor and trainer,
the imminent sports physician and publisher
of Sports Health magazine, Dr. R. M. Funk.
Well, I'm afraid it won't be a very interesting race.
[CHUCKLES] Bruno here has never been in better shape.
And I expect him to beat his pathetic competition
with minimal effort. [CHUCKLES]
[BOB CHUCKLES] Hi, I see, uh,
well, good luck to the both of you and--
Oh, if you'll excuse me, I see our host.
-Mr. Roarke? -Yes.
Mr. Roarke, you conceived of this incredible idea,
this incredible contest.
Do you have a favorite to win it?
No, Mr. Seagren. No, no, no.
"The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat"
is a phrase which has little meaning
on Fantasy Island. No, I just hope
that everyone enjoys a keen and friendly competition,
-that's all. -I see you're being
very impartial.
But maybe you can tell us, uh, a little about a newcomer.
A newcomer to international competition,
-that is, Olaf Olafsen. -Yes. Will you come with me?
BOB: Yeah.
This is Mr. Olafsen and his, uh, sponsors,
Miss Gretchen Wassermann and Miss Bunny Kelly.
Hiya, Seagren baby. [CHUCKLES]
Our boy here developed his fantastic physique and size
using great training equipment, Big Beaver barbells!
[CHUCKLES] That's-- that's great. Fine.
Thank you. Uh, if you'll excuse us.
-Mr. Roarke? -Yes.
Now, uh, why don't you go work on your pecs or something?
Good boy.
Now, Bunny, we got to talk strategy.
FUNK: It's time to start eliminating our competition.
[OLAF GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS, GROANS]
-Oh, no. Oh, no! -Oh, no!
-No! -What happened?
-GRETCHEN: What's the matter? -I don't know, I--
I fell. I-- I think I sprained my ankle.
-Oh, no! -[OLAF GRUNTS]
What are we gonna do?
If he can't run in the race, the factory will close down
and we'll be out of work.
We've got to have a contestant in the marathon!
[SIGHS] There must be something we can do!
I mean, there's just got to be...
Wait a minute. Hey, I got an idea.
Listen to this, Bunny.
That is the stupidest idea I have ever heard!
Well, do you have a better one?
-No, but that'll never work. -Sure it will, Bunny.
[LAUGHS] One down, four to go.
[BOTH LAUGH]
-Are you all right, Tattoo? -I'm all right. Thank you, Mary.
MARY: Thank you, Kiko.
I'll get some sheets on here and we'll be all set.
-Sure is cute. -He is.
-Is he gonna stay with you? -Only at night.
Until we can find a proper home for him.
Your mother is gonna take care of him in the daytime.
-Yeah? That's great! -[PATRICK COOING]
Maybe I'll baby-sit him and make some money.
I could sure use it.
You sure you won't mind keeping him here
-in your room, Tattoo? -No, it will be all right.
You know, I think, it's because I knew his mother.
When she was young like you, she used to play outside
in the yard with the other kids. [CLICKS TONGUE]
It seemed like it was yesterday.
-I'll take him now. -[PATRICK CRYING]
-Oh, my. -TATTOO: What's wrong?
Why is he crying? Give him back to me.
-Wh-- wh-- why is he doing that? -Don't you get it? He likes you.
-He doesn't want to leave you. -He likes me?
Sure, he's crazy about you.
[TATTOO CHUCKLES] Well...
Yeah, well, perfect.
BOB: Okay, sports fans, a little re-cap now
for those of you who may have just tuned in.
At the starters gun,
our contestants will race along this course
to their bicycles.
Now, they'll race those bicycles for 50 miles
along the north shore of the island,
and to the finish of our first and only event for the day.
Now, I see Mr. Roarke is on his way here
now to the starting line.
But one of our competitors has not yet shown up.
Yes, that's right, Olaf Olafsen is nowhere to be seen and--
Wait a minute. I think I--
Yes, he is on his way to the starting line right now.
This isn't going to work.
Olaf's a foot and a half taller than I am.
Well, walk taller. And you think short.
I'm already on my toes.
-Oh! -He's still a foot taller.
Olaf, let's lift her up.
Excuse us.
Hi, guys.
All right, gentlemen.
And, uh...
gentlemen.
On your marks...
-get set... -[STARTER PISTOL FIRES]
BOB: And there they go with the Clean Machine
leaping to the lead followed by Boris Smolensk,
Bruno Grass, Sir Freddy and contestant--
And wait a minute, something is wrong
with Olaf Olafsen, ladies and gentlemen.
He has stopped running. His pants have come down.
Wait a minute, that is not Olaf Olafsen at all.
It looks like his sponsor, Bunny Kelly.
Mr. Roarke, we will have to have a ruling
on this strange turn of events.
ROARKE: Well, according to the marathon rules,
Miss Kelly sponsored an entry, you see.
Now, if she wishes to change that entry and run herself,
I have no objection and I see nothing illegal.
BOB: Well, there you have it.
You've heard it from Mr. Roarke himself.
Bunny Kelly is an official contestant.
Well, boss, Patrick is all set. He's sleeping now.
Oh, that's very nice. Very nice.
-How's everything doing? -Not too well, Tattoo.
Several of these figures don't balance.
That's not what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about finding Patrick a home.
Oh. Well, actually, Tattoo,
I haven't had the chance to concentrate
on Patrick's fantasy yet. Things have been so busy.
-Boss, you didn't start yet? -Of course I started.
Several people here on the island
they want to adopt a baby
and have sent in their applications, you see.
Unfortunately, uh,
I haven't gotten around to all of them yet.
What kind of people are filing this paper?
Uh, well, um--
Oh, yes, the, uh, Cohales sent in an application.
You mean, the people from the fishing village?
-Yes, uh-huh. -Who else?
Uh, well, let me think. Um...
The Clancys filled out an application,
if I'm not mistaken.
You mean, the people who cook for the hotel?
Tattoo, what on earth is the matter with you?
Nothing, boss.
But how can you know somebody by looking at a piece of paper?
How do we know they're good enough for Patrick?
Well, the other applicants are the same kind of people
as the Cohales and the Clancys.
Honest, hardworking people who live on the island
and who want to adopt a child.
-I know them and I love them. -But?
TATTOO: This is too serious to take this lightly.
We have to find the best home for Patrick.
You said so yourself, didn't you?
Did anyone ever tell you you are a terrible nag? Huh?
But, uh, considering your interest,
I think I have the perfect solution
to the problem.
Since you are so anxious for Patrick
to find just the right home,
you pick the parents.
Me?
Will you be satisfied with anyone else's choice? Hmm?
Well?
All right, boss, I'll do it. Thank you very much.
I promise I'm not gonna let you down
or let Patrick down.
I will find him the best home in the whole world.
-See you, boss. -Yes.
[DOOR CLOSES]
BOB: Moving into the 11th mile now
of this grueling bicycle race.
All contestants appear to be hanging tough.
But the Clean Machine continues to hold
a narrow lead over the rest of the field.
From our ground camera, Eugene is going out strong.
Sir Freddy is holding close.
And neck and neck are Boris and the tireless Kintata Moluko.
As you can see, Dr. Funk is accompanying his protege,
shouting words of encouragement and instruction
every mile of the way.
You blithering idiot, will you peddle?
We're out here to win, not lose. Now get on!
What are you, crazy? Peddle!
Peddle or you're going back to the home.
BOB: And it seems that Olaf Olafsen,
the real Olaf that is,
is doing the same for Bunny Kelly,
who's accompanied by Gretchen Wasserman.
Now, the terrain ahead is rising steeply
and is gonna be very hard going.
But it'll be very interesting for us to see
if this plucky little lady will survive it.
-Hi, Mary. -Hi, Tattoo.
Hi, Thomas.
-How's your leg? -A lot better.
Doc said we can go back to our own side of the island soon
and I can go back to work.
-[COOS] -What's wrong, Tattoo?
Oh, nothing.
I've just been all around the island
talking to people who wants Patrick.
What's bad about that?
Oh, they're all very nice people
and I'm not saying anything against them.
-But. -TATTOO: Well...
I don't know if they can afford what...
his mother wanted him to have.
That's why Mary and I didn't apply.
With me out of work and all, I--
TATTOO: Well, I know what you mean.
You know, some of the people are very nice, but,
it would take all their money
-just to clothe Patrick. -[PATRICK COOS]
But they'd still like to have him anyway.
Mom, Dad, look, five dollars.
I sold the ukulele you made for me to a tourist.
You sold a ukulele your father made for you?
For five dollars?
Gee, I'm sorry.
But I really want a baseball mitt.
All the other kids on the team have one and--
-Well, I need one. -It's all right, Son.
It was his and he had a right to do what he wanted with it.
KIKO: Thanks, Dad.
Kids.
Patrick, I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.
Some people can give you one thing, others cannot.
But I promise you one thing,
I'm gonna do my best to find you the best home in the world.
And that's a promise.
This is Bob Seagren at the Fantasy Island Marathon.
The contestants are on the last leg
of the bicycle race.
And here they come now.
Digging in and approaching the finish
of this 50-mile grueling event.
And it looks like the Clean Machine
in first position, with Bruno Grass a close second.
Boris Smolensk, third, Kintata, fourth, and yes,
it's that game little Bunny Kelly in fifth position.
ROARKE: Excellent time.
You have done exceedingly well.
Congratulations, gentlemen and, uh, Miss Kelly.
Uh, the, uh, concluding events of the marathon
will begin tomorrow at dawn.
Uh, well, meanwhile food and shelter have been provided
for your night's rest.
Sleep well, though.
Today was a piece of cake compared to tomorrow.
Oh.
-Oh. [GROANS] -ROARKE: Do sleep well, hmm?
-[EUGENE PANTS] -Excuse me.
-GRETCHEN: Oh, Bunny, honey. -FUNK: Come on.
We've got to talk about strategy.
Oh, you were just wonderful, just wonderful.
How are you feeling, honey?
[SIGHS] Am I standing up or lying down?
-Well, you're standing. -Good. [EXHALES DEEPLY]
GRETCHEN: Oh, Bunny, you can't stay there, honey.
Up, up.
GRETCHEN: You gotta get up and move around.
OLAF: Up, up.
Up.
-Or your muscles will tighten. -Up.
Excuse me, may I try?
Well, yeah.
Uh, sure.
Miss Kelly?
Bunny, I think your performance today
was one of the most courageous things
I've ever seen in sports.
Do you really think so, Clean Machine?
EUGENE: Oh, yes, I do.
I also think you should try and get up now.
-You can get up, can't you? -Oh.
-[BREATHES HEAVILY] I'll try. -EUGENE: Please.
I'll try.
Well, it appears our opponents like each other.
They obviously don't realize that winners cannot afford
to make friends of the competition.
And that's a mistake we're not about to make,
-right, Doc? -Winning is the only morality.
But just to ensure as an added edge,
we shall make some small adjustments
in our friends' accommodation.
[BOTH LAUGH]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
ROARKE: Tattoo, where have you been?
I've been looking all over for you.
I've been all around the island
talking to people to fill this application.
Oh, yes.
Uh, I must have done about 100 miles. But it was worth it.
Now we don't have to worry about Patrick.
Really? You've got the right people
for him already?
Why, that's fabulous. Who is the lucky couple?
-Boss... can I talk to you? -Uh, what about?
About you-- About you and me...
Mm-hmm.
Tattoo...
I think I know what name is on that application.
Boss...
this is my name.
I want Patrick.
You see, I thought about it.
I mean, what's the best for him?
Why not stay here with me?
I mean, he loves me and I love him.
Tattoo...
do you actually feel ready for such a step as fatherhood?
It's a grave responsibility, you know.
I am, boss.
I mean,
single people are adopting kids all over the place.
I see.
Boss...
is it because of my size?
Oh, no, no, no, my friend, no.
Externals, like size, are not important, no.
Then I can be the man for the job.
I don't have to be a giant to have a big heart.
Patrick will always see me as-- as somebody big, somebody tall.
Tattoo, if you devote the same amount of effort
and diligence to Patrick as you do to your job,
then all I can say is...
congratulations, Dad.
Boss, do you mean it? I can have Patrick.
Of course I mean it. If that's really what you want.
Boss, excuse me,
but I've got to go. I've got to go tell Patrick.
Boss?
Today is the best day in my life.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
[DOOR OPENS, DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
[GRETCHEN SCREAMS]
[ALL GROANING]
-Is everybody okay here? -Yes, everyone.
EUGENE: Our lean-to has also collapsed. But,
we can use some of these palm fronds
and make extra shelter.
But, Olaf, I need hands. Come on.
-[GRETCHEN SCREAMING] -[BUNNY SCREAMING]
-Don't leave! -[OLAF GRUNTS]
-Olaf, you can't leave! Olaf! -BUNNY: I wanna go home.
GRETCHEN: Olaf, get back here! Olaf!
Oh, there you are.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
Olaf built a lean-to for us.
Hey, what's the matter?
I can't go through with it, Gretch.
I'm so tired, my hair hurts.
And the tough events are tomorrow.
It's just no use.
Bunny Kelly, that is not the kind of talk
I wanna hear from a woman
who hit two grand-slam home runs at the company picnic.
The pitcher was full of beer.
And you were full of beans. I mean, what happened to them?
Where are your beans now?
Beans don't win marathons. Muscles do.
And Eugene, Sir Freddy and that creep Bruno
got all of them.
Oh, sure. And you're just a feeble, dumb old woman
only good for cooking, cleaning, opening cans.
I never said that.
I mean, after all, none of the guys
at the factory did doodley about trying to save the business.
Took us two women to think of that.
And now it's gonna take one of us, you, to pull it off.
And all I hear, all I hear is, "I can't do it.
-My muscles aren't big enough." -Well, they aren't. Look.
Oh, honey, it's not beef that wins marathons,
it's endurance!
And there ain't a man alive who could put up
with as much as the littlest woman
in the world. And if you don't believe me--
I mean, just imagine some musclemen carrying around
a baby for nine months. [LAUGHS]
Yeah, I guess we do have stamina.
Right on, sister. And guts. Don't you forget them.
Okay, you got me.
I'll give it my best shot in the morning.
And win, lose or pass out, those yahoos are gonna know
they've been in a race with a woman.
-Aw, that's my champ. -But I hurt.
Now go get some shut-eye, huh?
-Come on, you can do it. -[BUNNY GRUNTS] Okay.
Big Beaver Barbells. Remember that.
I heard what you said. You were magnificent.
Ah, it wasn't that great.
-Yes, you were. -No, I wasn't.
-Yes, you were. -Stop. [LAUGHS]
Hey, what are you doing out here? Spying on me?
No.
I wasn't spying. I was--
I was taking care of you.
In case some jungle animal would come out at night.
Taking care of me? Ha!
[SCOFFS]
Olaf, I'm-- I'm sorry. I am.
It was, uh, really very nice of you, it was.
How about walking me to the lean-to?
-All right. -I mean, just in case, uh,
Bigfoot, uh, decides to come out of the jungle
-or something, huh? -[CHUCKLES]
[GRETCHEN CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Tattoo, can I take Patrick for a walk?
Not right now. But if you don't mind,
can you refill his bottle, please?
Sure. But when I come back,
can I see if Patrick needs a change?
Maybe. If you're very careful.
[PATRICK COOING]
Oh, Tattoo, I am so happy for you.
Me, too. I'm sure Patrick will make you a proud father.
I hope so.
With me not working yet...
we couldn't afford to buy him anything, so I--
I made this myself. I hope it's okay.
Oh, it's beautiful.
I'm sure that's gonna be the best present he ever had.
Congratulations again on becoming a father.
I bet you're gonna make a great daddy.
I hope so.
Mary, can I ask you a question?
You have a lot of kids.
What does that mean to you to be a parent?
Oh. Gee, that's a tough one, Tattoo.
Well, I guess for starters,
it's the most wonderful job I've ever had.
-[PATRICK COOING] -MARY: Um...
Maybe I can explain that a bit better.
A long time ago, when Kiko was just a little boy,
he got lost at the Fantasy Island Carnival.
Oh, we looked for him everywhere.
Well, finally I found him and he was crying his heart out.
He was so lost and alone.
Well, Tattoo, when he looked up and-- and saw me...
well, the expression on his face would have told you
everything there is to know about being a mother.
Mary, that's a beautiful story. Thank you both.
[PATRICK COOING]
The time has come.
On your marks...
get set...
-[STARTER PISTOL FIRES] -FUNK: Go, Bruno!
-Get up that hill! -OLAF: Go! Go, Bunny, go!
Pull up! Pull yourself up there, Bunny!
Go, Bruno! Up, up, up!
You're doing great, baby!
-Up! -Grab the rope! Grab the rope!
FUNK: Keep going! Keep going! You're winning!
-OLAF: Watch out for the-- -FUNK: Keep going!
-OLAF: Look out! -[GRETCHEN SCREAMING]
OLAF: What a shame!
That's okay, Bunny. Go! Keep going!
-And then there were three. -OLAF: You're almost at the top.
-Don't let go. -It's been cut.
GRETCHEN: Go, Bunny! Oh!
FUNK: Go, Bruno!
[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]
[BUNNY GRUNTS]
[INDISTINCT CLAMOR]
EUGENE: Go!
BOY 1: I'm gonna get you out this time.
BOY 2: No, you aren't. Come on. Come on.
Base hit.
Here it comes. Yeah!
-[ALL CHEERING] -BOY 3: Scott's up.
-Okay, here we go. -BOY 4: Come on, Scott.
-BOY 1: Hit the ball! -Oh, that's out.
[ALL GROAN]
SCOTT: I don't know why I let you play
in the first place. Without a glove,
you're about as much good as a screen door on a submarine.
You couldn't even make water boy
on my Little League team back home.
Hey, kid, why don't you be quiet?
Let's see if you can hit as well as you talk.
-Kiko, come here, please. -BOY 1: Come on!
Kiko, I thought you were gonna buy a glove.
-I couldn't do it. -I don't understand.
Well, my little brother, Tommy,
he's back home on our side of the island.
Anyway, he needed some new shoes
so he could start the first grade.
I mean, I thought the glove was all what you wanted to have.
I don't mind, really.
Tommy's my brother and someday when I'll need something,
maybe Tommy will help me out.
That's what being a family is all about.
[PATRICK COOS]
[SIGHS]
Patrick...
maybe money is not everything, after all.
BOB: Now with Sir Freddy and Kintata
out of the competition,
the race for the hang gliders is on.
And it looks like Eugene is gaining the lead
-from up here. -BUNNY: Okay, what do I do?
EUGENE: Get into your harness.
-How? -Like this.
BUNNY: Okay, I can figure it out.
-Good luck, Eugene. -Thanks.
Get lost, sister. This ain't no place for a dame.
Oh, really?
BOB: Well, it looks like the Clean Machine is first off.
And there goes Bruno, a perfect take-off.
Bruno is using a scientifically aerodynamic glider
designed by Dr. Funk himself,
to accommodate Bruno's great bulk.
[LAUGHS]
BOB: There goes Bunny Kelly. She's on the edge.
Look at that cliff looming up.
I want to tell you hang gliding can be suicidal
if you don't know what you're doing.
Wait, she's having second thoughts.
[CHUCKLES] But can you blame her? Look at that cliff.
But she looks determined. There she goes.
And there she goes. Bunny Kelly took a tremendous risk
in this event, folks.
Smolensk is now taking off.
Something is wrong with his glider.
It's folding up.
Onward. Two to go.
BOB: That'll put him out of the competition.
That'll leave only Grass, Bodine and Kelly
winging their way down to the next event.
Eugene Bodine in for a perfect landing.
Then Grass. And here comes little Bunny Kelly.
She seems to be a little off target.
No, no, she's gonna make it. Woo! Incredible.
BUNNY: I did it. I did it. I really did it.
I don't believe it.
BOB: And there they go, off on the grueling run
to the obstacle course.
Bunny Kelly is battling incredible odds,
ladies and gentlemen.
Little Bunny Kelly from Beaver Falls, PA.
[PATRICK COOING]
ROARKE: Tattoo,
you were supposed to be at the house an hour ago
for the signing of the adoption papers.
I know, boss. But I wanted to be away.
I wanted to be by myself.
But doesn't the signing of those papers mean
a great deal to you?
Yes, it does. It does, but...
I don't think I'm ready to sign them now.
Oh, well, I understand if you're nervous.
Anyone would be if he were about to become a father.
Oh, it's not that, boss.
Well, then what exactly is troubling you, Tattoo?
Well, you remember when I told you
that here on Fantasy Island,
I could give Patrick everything he needed?
Of course, I remember.
Here we can give the boy everything money can buy.
A fine house to live in, the best schools to go to
and all the luxuries we can bestow on him.
Boss, I was wrong.
I thought that all the things money could buy
were the important things.
There is something I cannot give Patrick.
And what is that?
A mother, a sister, a brother, a family.
Yes, I must admit
there is no substitute for a mother's love,
-even here on Fantasy Island. -Boss, I love Patrick
more than anything in the whole world.
-[PATRICK COOING] -But he needs a home.
Every kid needs a home. I know that since I'm a kid.
When the others used to kid me around,
I knew I could go home.
My mother never made any difference
between my brother or sisters.
She made me happy. She made me feel good.
She made me feel like I belong.
I want the same thing for Patrick.
I see.
Do you have a particular family in mind, Tattoo?
Maybe.
I don't want to give him away.
But I want what's best for him.
Oh, boss, I'm all mixed up. I--
I don't know, what should I do?
Well, it is said that the greatest difficulty
we have in our lives is making choices.
And I'm afraid, my friend, that, um,
this choice is for you and you alone to make.
[COOS]
BOB: And there they go, deep into the twisting,
rough, dangerous jungle trail,
which will lead them to a final 100-yard dash for victory.
Now since we cannot maintain camera coverage
in the dense overgrowth,
we will wait for them at the finish line.
So hold your breath and wish them luck.
They're all game and formidable competitors.
[PANTS]
[GRUNTS]
-[BRUNO GRUNTING] -[THUDS]
[PANTS]
[GRUNTS, PANTS]
BRUNO: Ow!
[SCREAMS]
I hope I'm right.
I believe this is the correct path to victory.
What about the others?
I'm sure Mr. Roarke will send out
a search party for them.
After all, it is a nasty bit of jungle
they mistakenly ran into. [LAUGHS]
[BOTH LAUGH]
Well, it looks like the Clean Machine
now has a clear path to the finish line.
Yes, with only a short distance to go--
Wait, what is this? Bunny Kelly's in trouble.
-Ow. [GROANS] Eugene! -Bunny, are you all-- [GROANS]
BOB: Oh! I don't believe it.
Eugene Bodine, victory was in his grasp.
Go ahead, Eugene. I can't hop that far.
Oh, neither can I. [GROANS]
[EUGENE GROANING]
Hey, wait a minute.
Maybe we can make it together.
BOB: Strange. This should be Bruno's big opportunity
to win the race. But he's nowhere to be seen.
[GRUNTS] Down there.
-What? -Sit down.
There's something wrong.
BRUNO: We should have been at the finish line by now.
[TIGER ROARING]
Ha! There we go. The roar of the crowd, my boy.
Triumph awaits us behind yonder bush.
[ROARS]
[BOTH SCREAM]
FUNK: Nice kitty. Nice kitty.
BRUNO: What do you mean, "Kitty, kitty, kitty"?
[BUNNY GROANS]
BOTH: Let's go for it.
BOB: Will you look at this?
They are pooling their resources.
This is incredible, folks.
[ALL CHEERING]
The Fantasy Island Marathon is gonna be won
by Bodine and Kelly together.
[ALL CHEER]
May I present this trophy?
You both are very well deserving of this.
EUGENE: Thank you.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
-Hello, Tattoo. -Hi.
I see you are already packed to go home.
Yes.
-We're gonna miss you. -And I will miss you, Tattoo.
Where's Kiko? Where's Thomas?
Oh, they've already gone back to our island.
I stayed behind because I wanted to thank you
and Mr. Roarke before I left.
If you hadn't let me come here and work
when my Thomas got hurt,
I don't know what we would've done to make ends meet.
The boss and I were very happy to do so.
Wait, wait. Mary, sit down.
Can I ask you a personal question?
-Sure. -Would you...
would you-- would you share yourself with Patrick?
Well, you know how you and Thomas
wanted to adopt Patrick and you were afraid to do so
because you thought you couldn't afford it?
Yes.
You have so much to offer for him.
Much more than anything money can buy.
Do you understand?
Oh, Tattoo.
You're so wonderful. [CHUCKLES]
Well, ready to leave, Mary?
Oh, yes. I'm just waiting for Tattoo.
-Oh, where is Tattoo? -Well, he's in his room.
He wanted to say goodbye to Patrick alone.
Oh, I see.
MARY: Mr. Roarke, how did you always know he was going
to give us the baby?
Well, I felt he would after he had thought it over.
You see, Tattoo is a very kind man
and I always knew he would do what was really best
for the baby.
TATTOO: Patrick, you don't know what I'm saying now.
But someday you will.
This letter will tell you how I feel.
You see, Son, life can be really hard sometimes.
Things can happen that just don't seem fair.
I know about them.
Everybody does. They happen to all of us.
The worst time are when thing goes wrong,
and you're all alone with nobody to help you.
And so, Patrick, that's the story
of what happened while you were here.
And Son, always remember that everything I have is yours
and anything you want will be yours.
I will always love you
and you can always come here and have a home with me.
Remember that. I love you, Patrick. Goodbye.
-Bye, Patrick. -[COOS]
Put this over here.
There you are. Now you're gonna come with me.
-[PATRICK CRIES] -Okay? [KISSES]
[PLANE ENGINE REVS]
I don't know how to thank you and Tattoo, Mr. Roarke.
Not only do we have the prize money, the trophy
and the publicity...
but we also have each other.
Big Beaver Barbells is safe, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.
And I, too, am safe, Mr. Roarke. Because I have Gretchen.
Oh. And I'm safe, too, you big meatloaf.
-[OLAF CHUCKLES] -Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.
-ROARKE: Goodbye. -GRETCHEN: Thank you.
-EUGENE: Goodbye. -BUNNY: Bye, Tattoo.
-Pleasant journey home. -EUGENE: Thank you.
Well, my friend, shouldn't we wave goodbye
-to our other fantasizer? -Patrick? But he's already gone.
Almost. But perhaps, there's still time
for one final look if we hurry.
Goodbye, Patrick.
Son...
always remember, I love you.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]
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