After a few delays and without the benefit of a rehearsal, it looks like Fletch is finally getting hitched. Its a small affair, just a few friends, the brides parents, the grooms mother, and, just maybe, his father. Except Fletchs father is supposed to be dead.
But somebody delivered the letter, signed Fletch (senior) and containing an invitation (and a pair of plane tickets) to visit the old man in Nairobi for the honeymoon. Never mind Fletch and his bride were planning a ski trip to Colorado.
No sooner does the couple land in Africa (togged out for skiing!), then the search for Fletchs father begins. Theres a murder at the airport, reports of the old mans incarceration, and the hospitality (and evasiveness) offered by pops best friend, who flies them across the continent, just a step or two behind (or maybe ahead of) the old rascal.