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[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

-[INDISTINCT TALKING] -[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

Bye-bye.

CHILDREN: Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

Tattoo.

-Good morning, Mr. Roarke. -Good morning, Julie.

-Tattoo. -Good morning, Julie.

Going on a picnic?

Not exactly.

Julie, do you recall a few weeks ago

when I asked you to take care of a certain intruder

the chef found in the kitchen? Remember?

And he asked you to find a nice family.

Because you neglected to fulfill that duty,

it would appear that you now have, not only the mother,

but four more intruders

to find homes for.

MR. ROARKE: Now, will you see to it,

my dear Julie?

Please?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

JULIE: How cute!

Smiles, everyone.

Smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Oh, I know that lady, boss.

She's Sarah Jean Rollins.

MR. ROARKE: Quite right, Tattoo.

TATTOO: Who is that man with her?

MR. ROARKE: Her manager, Mr. Sam Treacher.

Ms. Rollins traveled the country-western circuit

for some years with a very gifted young guitarist.

They were very much in love.

His name was Billy Williams.

Hmm, I remember him.

He died in an automobile accident.

MR. ROARKE: Yes, Tattoo.

And now she's here to record a new song

that both she and her manager

feel will be her biggest hit.

Ms. Rollins' fantasy

is to have Billy Williams accompany her on the guitar

at her recording session.

But, boss, how can he?

After all, he's dead.

TATTOO: Who is that, boss?

I hope he didn't come here to bury his nose in the book.

Hardly, Tattoo.

Mr. Ralph Rogers is an English history buff.

And that book happens to be

Mark Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.

TATTOO: I get it, boss. He wants to visit Camelot.

Close, but more precisely, Mr. Rogers's fantasy

is to meet in person the legendary

King Arthur himself.

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

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[WAVES CRASHING]

[LAUGHING]

SAM: Now, look, I believe this whole business...

Sarah Jean coming here expecting Billy Williams,

a dead man, to be playing

at her recording session, is just a whole lot of bologna.

Sam, don't.

It's my dream.

It's all I have to hold on to.

Now, Sarah Jean, I just don't think it's right,

him leading you on like this.

I am curious, uh, Mr. Treacher,

please forgive me,

but which concerns you the most...

Ms. Rollins' personal feelings

or your own financial enrichment?

Now, you look here, Mr. Roarke.

Sam, please!

Mr. Roarke,

now that I am here,

what am I supposed to do now?

First...

Do you have any questions, Ms. Rollins?

Can you really make it happen, Mr. Roarke?

I can make it possible for Billy Williams

to accompany you at your recording session.

But you must listen very carefully

to what I have to say.

It is of great importance.

You must believe, deep within yourself,

that your fantasy will come true.

That is the only way I can make it possible.

I'll try real hard, Mr. Roarke.

Very well.

Then, uh, please proceed with your plans.

And keep that faith firmly in your heart, huh?

[SIGHS]

MR. ROARKE: I certainly hope your expectations

are fully realized, Mr. Rogers.

And now, will you join us on the terrace, please?

You are, of course, familiar

with the legend of Arthur's magic sword,

-Excalibur? -Oh, yes, of course.

Uh, he...

He pulled Excalibur from a stone.

A feat no one else could accomplish,

and he became King of all England.

Precisely. Tattoo.

You recognize it?

Excalibur.

Yes, Mr. Rogers, it is Excalibur.

And if you can draw it from that stone,

your fantasy will begin.

[GRUNTING]

[EXPLOSION]

[HORSES GALLOPING]

I'm in Camelot!

What happened?

Merlin, you muddle head.

What have you done now?

-Uh-oh, boss. -Shh.

What manner of sorcery is this?

Who are you?

Who dares to touch my sword?

[STAMMERING] Uh, here you are. I, uh...

What happened? I was there. I saw Camelot.

All of a sudden I'm back... With him.

I'm sorry.

Somehow the polarity reversed itself.

[SWORD SHEATHING]

But no harm done.

Your fantasy is, after all,

to meet King Arthur, and here he is.

Yeah...

Your Majesty, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

I am Arthur, King of all England!

I have no time to dally.

I have scheduled a meeting of the Round Table,

and that cursed Lancelot will be romancing Guinevere, my queen.

I'm afraid it's all my fault.

But knowing how things turned out,

I think you'd be better off here.

I am better off when I am where I wish to be, knave.

Stand aside.

I will find a horse

to take me from your island back to Camelot!

[ARMOR CLANKING]

[STAMMERING] This isn't what I wanted.

See, I was thinking of knights and ladies and...

And Camelot.

Your fantasy was to meet King Arthur, and you have done so.

Okay. Can we start over?

May I point out that,

until I can return him to his Camelot,

his safety is your responsibility.

Now, I would suggest you get started immediately.

My responsibility.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-[GASPS] -Oh!

Are you all right?

Well, I don't know.

There was weird music coming from I don't know where.

Like someone was trying to scare me.

Well, whoever did it is probably gone now.

You're...

You're Sarah Jean Rollins, aren't you?

Now, how would you know?

I think I'd know you anywhere.

They told at Mr. Roarke's office that I'd find you here.

My name is Todd Porter.

You see, I have all your records, and...

I play them all the time.

Nobody in the world sings better than you do, Ms. Rollins.

That's mighty sweet of you to say.

[LAUGHS] Heck, you ought to be president of my fan club.

It's all right with me.

Maybe we could...

I don't know, maybe we could get together

and talk about it or something.

You're welcome to call me later, if you like.

-Do you mean it? -Sure.

I'm in the lilac bungalow.

All right.

I'll see you later then.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-[CAR ENGINE] -[HORSE WHINNIES]

What's that?

MAN: It's a guy in a tin suit on a horse.

I know that. Tell him to get out of the way!

Hey, Sir Lancelot, move over!

-We're coming through. -Lancelot?

So, you would jest with cuckoldry, would you?

Prepare yourselves and your strange mount for battle.

You have insulted Arthur, King of all England.

[HORN BLARES]

-[HORSE WHINNIES] -Oh!

[SHOUTING]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

I'll get you!

[WATER SPLASHING]

I'll order out my knights!

Come on! Tsk, tsk, tsk!

[STAMMERING] Ah!

Young Ralph.

Have those miscreants skewered.

Arthur...

Uh, Your Majesty, you've got to get it through your head,

this is the 20th century, and we don't...

We... We just don't go around, uh,

skewering people.

Twentieth century?

Are you mad?

Yes, of course you are.

You are in the future,

and this is a place called Fantasy Island.

And you're here through some kind of, um...

Uh, magic.

If what you say is true...

And, against all judgment, my senses confirm your words...

Oh! Lancelot.

Curse your amorous instincts.

You have connived with Merlin to my undoing.

Why don't we go to a bar, and, uh...

Um, uh... A tavern?

And wash the dust from out of our...

The... [CHUCKLES]

The mud from off our faces and...

For the first time, young Ralph,

your words make sense.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

-Away we go. -Move on!

SARAH: Sam, who is going to accompany me at rehearsal?

Oh, I shall, Ms. Rollins.

That is, if you have no objection.

Yeah, I said it would be all right.

My boss is an excellent maestro.

He used to give recitals.

Now, Tattoo, please.

-There you go. -Ah, thank you.

Shadow Games.

Oh, that's a lovely title.

[PIANO FLOURISH]

♪ I touched ♪

♪ The pillow nestled where he lay ♪

♪ Called his name and echoes came ♪

♪ I knew that he had gone ♪

[GASPS]

[SHRIEKS]

[DOOR SLAMMING]

[SOBS]

His face... It was horrible.

Mr. Roarke, who was that, and why would he do such a thing?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Come on.

[PATRONS CHATTERING]

The King of all England

invites you to drink with him.

A tankard of ale, my good fellow.

MAN: [LAUGHING] Tankard of ale?

Did you hear what he said?

Who is this guy?

Oh, boy.

Hey, king or no king,

Mr. Roarke said you're my responsibility.

Now, come on, let's go.

Will you let go?

Frankly, young Ralph, you're become something of a pest.

[GASPS] Oh, I've always wanted

to meet a real king.

Don't tell me now... Charles, right?

Your name is Charles?

No... I have come here to quench my thirst,

not to dilly dally with a common wench.

-Be off. -Common wench?

Listen, you fruit bowl, no two bit actor in a funny tin suit

calls Sheila Shalom a wench.

I've got friends, and they'll chase you

and your crummy road company

or whatever nut house you escaped from

right back to Des Moines!

-Ow. -Miss... Miss, Miss.

Miss, you misunderstand.

See, uh, "Wench" is an old English idiom.

And wench means beauty and charm and grace and nice things.

Let's get out of here.

Will you let go?

Well, well, well...

Hey, Lancelot.

The two toads

that caused my horse to pulse me

into that abysmal quagmire.

I told you...

[GLASS BREAKING]

[GROANS]

[GUNSHOT]

-Oh... -Ow!

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Come on!

SARAH: ♪ Here you come again ♪

♪ Lookin' better than a body has a right to ♪

♪ Shakin' me up so ♪

♪ That all I really know ♪

♪ Is here we come again ♪

♪ And here I go ♪

♪ And here I go ♪

♪ And here I go ♪

♪ And here I go ♪

♪ And here I go ♪

[APPLAUSE]

Sarah Jean.

Oh, yes, indeed, she's wonderful, Mr. Treacher.

Thank you, thank you.

I heard that you came here to record a new song.

Mmm.

One of the prettiest songs I ever wrote.

It's called Shadow Games.

Who wrote it?

Sam bought it from a young songwriter

down in Nashville.

I heard later he drowned in a bottle.

Thing about it is...

The words and the melody line,

they remind me of Billy Williams.

Did you ever hear of Billy?

Yeah, he used to play guitar for you.

[CHUCKLES]

Billy and I went through some hard times...

Riding buses all night,

barely making one-night stands.

Living on junk food and soda pop.

But they were sweet times.

Sounds as if you liked more than just his music.

I loved Billy more than I loved life.

And he loved me.

Just when things were getting good for us...

Was at our first recording date,

the accident happened.

-I got to get going. -Todd, wait.

I'm sorry if I got running on and all, but...

Sometimes... It makes me feel better to talk about it.

It's all right, I think you said all that needs saying.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Ah, you did well in battle, young Ralph.

But tell me... What was that strange weapon

that spat smoke and fire?

Shattered a bottle at 10 paces,

put a hole in my armor at 20.

That's called a gun.

A gun, and they got bigger ones

that can shatter your whole body and kill you.

Zounds... With a weapon like that,

I could wreak havoc with the Vikings.

They would never raid England again.

Is that all you ever think about is... Is battles and wars?

-Yes. -I mean, what about...

What about the... What about the splendor of Camelot?

What about chivalry?

What about love?

What about your wife, Guinevere?

She left me... Vanished.

Not even Merlin could find her.

I'm sorry, I...

You must have loved her very much.

I adore her.

But I had affairs of state to attend to, wars to fight.

Such is the life of a king.

Somehow I... I thought it would be different.

[SCOFFS]

Well, I'm taking you back to my bungalow.

I'm going to keep you out of sight, keep you out of trouble

until Mr. Roarke can get you back to Camelot.

Hold, knave!

You would lock up the King of all England

like some maiden aunt?

I shall do what I wish, where I wish.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Have a nice walk, young Ralph.

[URGES HORSE]

You know, he's nothing like I thought he'd be.

King Arthur, he's... He's vain, he's stubborn.

-He's ungrateful. -Oh, now, now, now, come now,

Mr. Rogers, you're speaking of King Arthur, your idol.

Why, you must remember, he's a stranger in a strange land.

Strange... That's the word.

Well, as you say, you did the best you could.

Now, I suggest you have a seat over here.

Have a nice, cool drink.

-Huh? -Yeah.

Perhaps, strike up a conversation

with someone and, uh, relax.

Mr. Rogers...

Relax.

Uh, do you mind?

[BRITISH ACCENT] Oh! No, not at all.

My name is, uh, Ralph Rogers.

Oh... Well, you may call me, um, Gwen.

-Gwen? -Gwen.

Gwen.

-Been to Fantasy Island before? -Oh, no, no, never.

I needed to be someplace away from my usual,

um, pursuits.

You know, um, solitude, peace of mind.

My husband is in politics, you see.

You're... You're married, huh?

We're separated.

My husband is a very jealous and possessive man.

But let's not talk about him.

That's a good idea.

I've got another one, too, uh...

How would you like to have, uh...

Dinner tonight?

Where do you suggest?

[STAMMERING] Oh, there's a...

I, uh, I don't... I mean...

Later on?

-Boss... -Yes?

Ms. Rollins would like to speak with you.

Oh, by all means, please, Ms. Rollins.

Please come in.

-Have a seat, won't you? -No, it's okay.

It's about one of the other guests who's staying here.

-Todd Porter? -Yes?

Well, there's something about him,

but I don't know quite what it is.

Ms. Rollins...

I cannot tell you anything about Mr. Todd Porter...

Not at this time.

But there is something I will tell you.

He will later prove to be of the upmost importance

in the fulfillment of your fantasy.

Todd? But how?

You must allow him to play the guitar accompaniment

at your recording session.

Now, I think you will find he is...

Quite talented.

You promised me Billy would be playing.

Mr. Roarke said that you must have faith.

You must believe.

He can make your fantasy come true.

I've been trying very hard.

Then you must do what I ask

by allowing Mr. Todd Porter to accompany you.

All right, Mr. Roarke.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Billy, I... I miss you.

I need you so much.

[COUNTRY GUITAR STRUMMING]

♪ And you walk the floor ♪

♪ The way I do ♪

♪ Your cheatin' heart ♪

♪ Will tell on you ♪

♪ Your cheatin' heart ♪

♪ Will tell on you ♪

[CROWD CHEERING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

No, there's something about you, Gwen, that's...

Besides being beautiful and warm and charming, it's...

There's a certain...

Elegance...

-A regalness. -[LAUGHING] Oh...

You are a romantic, Ralph.

[ARMOR CLANKING]

Ah, there you are, young Ralph.

Mr. Roarke said that I would find you here.

I'm afraid I was a bit high-handed with you

this afternoon, and I've come to...

Guinevere... Oh!

The rogue!

Scoundrel!

Have you struck an alliance with Lancelot,

or do you dally with the queen on your own?

Ah, but it's just...

Oh, Arthur, please act your age.

He's a perfectly nice man

who doesn't have the slightest notion of who I am.

Stand aside, Guinevere.

Guinevere?

Mr. Roarke wouldn't do that to me.

I shall cut this false friend

into four vertical stalks of celery.

[ALL GASPING]

[GROANS]

Stop it!

Again, you make a fool of me!

Camelot, London, our castle,

our friends' castles, North Sunderland, and now here!

Always, your insane jealousy!

And, like always, I am leaving you again.

[GRUNTS]

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

I suggest we have a word together

in my office within the hour.

In fact, we may have several words together.

Will you excuse me, please?

Thank you.

To say I am disappointed in the conduct

of two of my most distinguished guests is to put it mildly.

It's my responsibility.

I was supposed to keep him out of trouble, and...

And instead, I...

Instead, you succumbed to the formidable charms of my wife!

I didn't know who she was.

I'm sorry, Arthur.

MR. ROARKE: Guinevere is a great lady

and queen, Your Majesty.

It would seem to me that, by now, you should realize

you will never woo her back by reckless accusations

and questionable conduct!

He's right.

And the only reason I'm involved in this, Arthur, is...

Art, you're my idol, ever since I've been a kid.

I dreamed about...

Sitting at the Round Table with you.

You touch me, young Ralph.

Mmm, matter of fact,

the Round Table was a good thing when I thought of it.

It gave fighting men a chance to express themselves

without actually doing harm.

And where you would swear a mutual oath

to fight only for the highest ideals, Your Majesty.

Exactly.

That's the way it was, for a while.

Things don't always work out.

Like now, here in this peculiar world of yours,

I... I feel...

clumsy.

A buffoon.

Then may I suggest

you make the most of your stay here, Your Majesty.

Let Mr. Rogers, your most ardent admirer,

help update you

so you may enjoy the few hours you have left.

Why not?

If you're not offended by my jealous tantrum.

No, not really, I...

I'd be honored, Art.

What's this?

Another jest by Merlin?

No, jest... Jester.

For the masquerade ball tonight.

Oh, yes, I forgot to mention it to Your Majesty.

The ball is to honor you and your queen, of course.

Well, jolly good idea.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

No offense, jester.

No offense.

Ah, Your Majesty.

Come along, Ralph!

[DOOR SHUTS]

-Hey, boss. -Yes?

Maybe I'll change the costume for something else.

To what, my friend?

I'll surprise you.

[BELL JINGLING]

SAM: We may as well get started.

All right?

Here you go.

I won't be needing that.

You mean you've already run through it

with Sarah Jean, is that it?

[CHUCKLING]

Well, first off, I would like to hear

the new guitar player run through it,

if it's all right with you.

[PLAYING GUITAR]

I'd know Billy's playing anywhere.

That is him playing, Mr. Roarke.

It is.

Yes, Ms. Rollins.

It is.

But how?

That's Todd.

It is whoever you want it to be in your heart.

[GUITAR PLAYING]

♪ I watched ♪

♪ The morning sun play shadow games ♪

♪ In rooms that softly sang his name ♪

♪ And I reached out for him ♪

♪ I touched ♪

♪ The pillow nestled ♪

♪ Where he lay ♪

♪ Called his name and echoes came ♪

♪ I knew that he had gone ♪

♪ Tears I couldn't hide ♪

♪ And the song within me died ♪

♪ Times of secrets shared ♪

♪ Knowing he cared ♪

♪ I watched ♪

♪ The morning sun play shadow games ♪

♪ In rooms that softly sang his name ♪

♪ And I reached out for him ♪

♪ Where have the shadows ♪

♪ Gone? ♪

♪ Where are the shadows ♪

♪ Now? ♪

All right, that's it.

That was lovely, Ms. Rollins.

That was real nice, honey.

But before we all start going platinum,

let's wait till we get it mixed tomorrow and hear the playback.

You two can go.

Todd?

Todd?

TODD: Are you going to tell them about Mill Road Lake, Sam,

or do I have to?

Todd, what's going on here?

Mr. Roarke told me about your fantasy, Sarah Jean.

And I'm glad I was able to help make it come true.

Ms. Rollins, your fantasy is almost over.

I want you to listen to Mr. Porter.

And for one final moment, you must try very hard

to be strong.

Yes.

Sarah Jean...

Billy didn't die when his car went into Mill Road Lake.

SAM: [LAUGHING] What are you talking about?

Don't listen to him!

He's crazy.

I was there!

That... That car was on fire.

I... I saw the car go over the cliff and into the lake!

Ah, Sam was there, all right!

Said he wanted to talk to me about some songs

I wrote for Sarah Jean and was saving for a surprise.

Sam stole those songs from me!

Some of the very ones you've been recording, Sarah Jean.

Now, that's a damn lie!

Now, don't you listen to him.

The last thing I remember that night,

Sam was coming at me with a tire iron.

He must have set the car on fire after he hit me.

Heard later I was fished out of the lake by some old man,

taken off to a hospital in a little backwater town.

Burnt half to death, and no identification.

Wait a minute.

I don't believe what I'm hearing here.

According to the doctor, I was in a coma for almost six months.

When I came out of it...

I just had one thing on my mind.

I knew I had to kill Sam for what he did to me!

But you don't look like Billy.

How can you be Billy?

The Billy you knew doesn't exist anymore!

-Billy? -No.

No, Sarah Jean... No!

[GASPS]

I'm sorry, Sarah Jean.

I guess you had to know sometime.

It's time now for what I came here to do.

I'm telling you...

I'm telling you, Billy Williams...

Billy Williams is dead!

Mr. Roarke, you can't let him do it!

-Don't come near me! -You've got to stop him!

You can stop him, Ms. Rollins,

but only by the strength of your love.

BILLY: I'm gonna kill you, Sam, just like I said.

[GROANS] Oh!

Billy!

Don't do it, please!

Billy!

I still love you!

And I... [SOBBING]

I always will.

Billy...

Sarah Jean...

How?

I think I know.

Mmm.

MR. ROARKE: Ah, my lady, how lovely you look.

Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

And thank you for taking so much trouble.

But I am worried about Arthur.

Nobody's seen him all afternoon.

Uh, I didn't do a very good job of taking care of him.

On the contrary, Mr. Rogers,

I think you have done a splendid job

helping the king redetermine his values,

reassess his lifestyle, and, uh...

Reevaluate his personal relationships.

Ah...

So that's what this is all about.

Now, I understand.

That reverse polarity you were talking about...

You did that on purpose.

[TRUMPET FANFARE]

MAN: The king is coming.

[APPLAUSE]

Your Highness.

You are looking at a man who has put foolish pride

behind him, Mr. Roarke.

I congratulate you, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, I owe you an apology.

No, no, young Ralph.

You've made me believe again.

Things I let go in my life too early...

Fairy tales, romance...

Love.

Since coming to this place,

I have looked at myself

with new eyes and beheld a fool.

Oh.

Can this be Arthur...

...King of all England,

my Lord, speaking?

No, Guinevere.

Only a man who has made your life

and his own miserable...

Who begs your forgiveness...

And declares his undying love for you.

Forgive me, but I can hardly believe my...

I understand.

I know you wish to stay on here in this world,

and I pray you have every happiness.

I shall love you...

Always.

Arthur...

I have no wish to stay here.

I wish to be in Camelot,

with my king...

The only man that I love.

To Camelot.

Young Ralph, my friend.

Before I leave, would you kneel?

In recognition of your devotion to your king,

because you believe in the dreams of knighthood

and the ideals of the Round Table,

I herewith dub thee

Sir Ralph, Knight of the Realm.

Rise, Sir Ralph.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

If you follow the road to the sea, Your Majesty,

you will find Camelot.

[APPLAUSE]

[TRUMPET FANFARE]

Did you see it?

It really happened?

Oh, indeed... Sir Ralph, Knight of the Realm.

Sir Ralph...

Knight of the Realm.

Sir Ralph...

Knight of the Realm.

Sorry I'm late, boss.

It's all right. It's all right, Tattoo.

Is this better?

Oh, much better, Tattoo, much better.

That's what I thought.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Sir Ralph.

Sir Ralph, Knight of the Realm.

Um, tell me, Mr. Roarke, about that...

...reverse polarity

that brought King Arthur to Fantasy Island.

I admit to a slight... A very slight subterfuge,

one that's not only satisfied your fantasy,

but also made you a Knight of the Round Table.

Hmm. And...

And, at the request of a very old friend named Merlin,

restored peace, love, and harmony

in a place called Camelot.

That is just... That is...

That's wonderful. Thank you, Mr. Roarke.

-You're very welcome, sir. -Thank you, Tattoo.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Thank you.

Ms. Rollins. Mr. Williams.

Mr. Roarke, I don't know how you did it.

I don't think I want to know,

but I'll never forget you as long as I live.

I consider that to be the ultimate compliment,

Ms. Rollins... Thank you.

What Sarah Jean says goes for me too, Mr. Roarke.

Heck, now, if there's anything that we can ever do for you...

As a matter of fact, there is something

you can both do for me.

Just name it.

Well, I thought perhaps an invitation to your wedding.

Mr. Roarke, I've got no folks.

I'd be real proud if you'd give me away.

I would be honored.

Ms. Rollins...

Yes, Tattoo?

You didn't forget, did you?

Oh, no, Tattoo... We didn't forget.

For you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Well, I expect we ought to be going now. Thank you very much.

Much happiness to you both.

Thank you.

Bye.

[STRUMMING GUITAR AND HUMMING]

Uh, please, please. Take it to his room, will you?

-Thank you. -But, boss...

Later, Tattoo, later, not here.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

[♪♪♪♪♪]