Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bill Jordan is Miss Howell's fiancé.

I know. I know that. It's just that-- [ Door Closes ]

And we have you two guys to thank for getting us together again.

Now come along. We wouldn't want to be late.

I'll be anxious to see the survival camp you've built for their stay.

♪ [ People Singing ]

I heard noises. I was singing.

I think this calls for a celebration.

- It's not ticking anymore. - Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Mr. Roarke, where are we going? Patience, Miss Howell.

Well, you must admit it would be a pretty good case of circumstantial evidence...

Well, it means your mom and I are gonna give it another try.

- He's afraid of you. - But why?

Please, don't make me do it.

I'm afraid you'll just have to solve your dilemma on your own.

- She can't be dead. - Well, believe me, she's dead.

Yeah. But what can we do about it?

Mama La, I've got to know.

This is Fantasy Island, and here anything is possible.

You blew it! We're gonna wind up with nothing!

Really? Well, as you know, this is Fantasy Island,

Of course, Tattoo,

I miscalculated terribly.

Smiles everyone. Smiles.

You are here because the children, Ann and Tony,

Something wrong, Ann?

Do you remember anything at all?

But I'm glad that I found out about him now instead of after we were married.

[ Grunts ] Hey, I think this might work.

I don't know. I think so, but--

If you choose to stay, I will not discount the possible danger to yourself.

They want to see their mothers and fathers in love with each other again,

I'd like a word with Jane, alone.

Dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

So, they had a casket made. Then she took it, and, uh, she buried it.