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The plane! The plane!

Tattoo?

Tattoo, where are you?

I'm coming, boss, I'm coming.

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'll be the one to open the Fantasy Island Marathon

by lighting the flame of victory.

Excuse me, boss.

Oh, no!

Get some water!

No! Stop it.

Tattoo, if you are quite finished,

I suggest you change your clothes on the run, literally,

so we may greet our guests.

All right, boss. On the double.

Flames of victory indeed.

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

Boss, they look like a singing group. Two hits and a miss.

Just a little humor.

Oh.

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.

Where?

In that nurses arms.

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, she's just a little girl.

Little girls grow up, Tattoo.

Boss, I can remember when 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.

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.

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 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.

Bruno here has never been in better shape.

And I expect him to beat his pathetic competition with minimal effort.

Hi. BOB: I see.

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 a little about a newcomer.

A newcomer to international competition, that is, Olaf Olafsen.

Yes. Will you come with me?

This is Mr. Olafsen and his sponsors,

Miss Gretchen Wassermann and Miss Bunny Kelly.

Hiya, Seagren baby.

Our boy here developed his fantastic physique and size

using great training equipment, Big Beaver barbells!

That's great. Fine.

Thank you. If you'll excuse us.

Mr. Roarke? Yes.

Now, why don't you go work on your pecs or something?

Good boy.

Now, Bunny, we got to talk strategy.

It's time to start eliminating our competition.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

No! What happened?

What's the matter? I don't know, I...

I fell. I think I sprained my ankle.

Oh, no!

What are we going to do?

If he can't run in the race, the factory will close down and we'll be out of work.

We got to have a contestant in the marathon!

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!

Do you have a better one?

No, but that'll never work.

Sure it will, Bunny.

One down, four to go.

Are you all right, Tattoo?

I'm all right. Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, Kiko.

I'll get some sheets on here and we'll be all set.

Sure is cute.

He is.

Is he going to 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!

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.

It seemed like it was yesterday.

I'll take him now.

What's wrong? Why is he crying? Give him back to me.

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.

Yeah, well, perfect.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 want to adopt a baby

and have sent in their applications, you see.

Unfortunately, I haven't gotten around to all of them yet.

What kind of people are filing this paper?

Well... Oh, yes, the Cohales sent in an application.

You mean, the people from the fishing village?

Yes, uh-huh. Who else?

Well, let me think.

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?

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, 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.

Moving into the eleventh 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.

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.

What's wrong, Tattoo?

Oh, nothing.

I've just been all around the island talking to people who want Patrick.

What's bad about that?

Oh, they're all very nice people and I'm not saying anything against them.

But.

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...

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.

But they'd still like to have him anyway.

Mom, Dad, look, $5.

I sold the ukulele you made for me to a tourist.

You sold a ukulele your father made for you? For $5?

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.

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.

Excellent time.

You have done exceedingly well.

Congratulations, gentlemen and Miss Kelly.

The concluding events of the marathon will begin tomorrow at dawn.

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.

Do sleep well, hmm?

Excuse me.

Oh, Bunny, honey.

Come on. We've got to talk about strategy.

Oh, you were just wonderful, just wonderful. How are you feeling, honey?

Am I standing up or lying down?

Well, you're standing.

Good.

Oh, Bunny, you can't stay there, honey.

Up, up.

You gotta get up and move around.

Up, up.

Or your muscles will tighten.

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?

Oh, yes, I do. I also think you should try and get up now.

You can get up, can't you?

I'll try. 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.

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.

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?

What about?

About you... About you and me...

Uh-huh.

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 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.

Is everybody okay here?

Yes, everyone.

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.

Don't leave! Olaf, you can't leave! Olaf!

I wanna go home.

Oh, Olaf, get back here!

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.

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.

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.

Hey, what are you doing out here? Spying on me?

No. I wasn't spying.

I was taking care of you.

In case some jungle animal would come out at night.

Taking care of me? Ha!

Olaf, I'm sorry. I am.

It was really very nice of you, it was.

How about walking me to the lean-to?

All right.

I mean, just in case

Bigfoot decides to come out of the jungle or something, huh?

Tattoo, can I take Patrick for a walk?

Not right now. But if you don't mind, can you refill his bottle, please?

Sure. When I come back, can I see if Patrick needs a change?

Maybe. If you're very careful.

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 it 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.

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 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.

The time has come.

On your marks,

get set.

Go, Bruno! Get up that hill!

Go! Go!

Pull yourself up there, Bunny!

Go, Bruno! Up, up, up!

You're doing great, baby!

Up!

Grab the rope! Grab the rope!

Keep going! You're winning!

Watch out for the... - Keep going!

Look out!

What a shame! That's okay, Bunny. Go! Keep going!

Then there were three.

It's been cut.

Go, Bunny!

Go, Bruno!

I'm gonna get you out this time.

No, you aren't. Come on. Come on.

Base hit.

Here it comes. Yeah!

Scott's up.

Okay, here we go. Come on, Scott.

Hit the ball.

Oh, that's out.

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.

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, maybe money is not everything, after all.

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.

Okay, what do I do?

Get into your harness. How?

Like this.

Okay, I can figure it out. Good luck, Eugene.

Thanks.

Get lost, sister. This ain't no place for a dame.

Oh, really?

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.

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.

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.

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.

Whoo! Incredible.

I did it. I did it. I really did it.

I don't believe it.

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.

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.

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 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 this choice is for you and you alone to make.

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.

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.

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. Eugene!

Bunny, are you all...

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.

Hey, wait a minute.

Maybe we can make it together.

Strange. This should be Bruno's big opportunity to win the race.

But he's nowhere to be seen.

Wait a minute. Sit down. What?

There's something wrong. We should have been at the finish line by now.

Ha! There we go. The roar of the crowd, my boy.

Triumph awaits us behind yonder bush.

Nice kitty. Nice kitty.

What do you mean, "kitty, kitty, kitty"?

Let's go for it.

Will you look at this? They are pooling their resources.

This is incredible, folks.

The Fantasy Island Marathon is gonna be won by Bodine and Kelly together.

May I present this trophy?

You both are very well deserving of this.

Thank you.

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 have 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.

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.

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.

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.

Put this over here.

There you are. Now you're gonna come with me.

Okay?

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.

Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. Thank you.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Goodbye. Bye, Tattoo.

Pleasant journey home. 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.