Ok, everyone ready to find Davy?

Peter: I have someone to talk to first.

Mike: WHAT happened to Davy?

Micky: Somebody get me down from here!!

(We open right back in Sheila's penthouse. Sheila and Nyles exchange looks as the shadow moves closer to them.)

Shadow: How COULD you be so STUPID?

Sheila: I didn't know he'd run off!

Shadow: What did you think a 50-foot-tall Englishman was going to do, sit at your feet and play fetch?

Nyles: You never know...

Sheila: I just thought...

Shadow: No, Sheila. You DIDN'T think. You NEVER think with your head, only with your libido. If you'd used your head, you would have remembered how these things work out in the movies.

Sheila: This is NOT a film.

Shadow: Sheila, what do you think a 50 foot tall Englishman will do to LA...or what LA will do to him?

Sheila: What do you mean?

Nyles: *snorts* They could sell A LOT of tickets to see him!

Shadow: What do you think people are going to say when they see a 50 foot tall Englishman roaming around the streets of Los Angeles?

*Nyles screams and points, then mocks running away.*

Shadow: Scarily enough, Nyles just hit the nail on the head.

Nyles: *beams* Thanks, man!

Shadow: (Rolls his eyes and continues) More to the point, what is ALEX going to think? That's HIS equipment. NOT yours.

Sheila: I'm sure he'll be...

Shadow: Livid for touching his equipment, as well he should be.

Alex: *storms in* Why did I just have to dodge a fifty-foot Lord of the Manor!?

Shadow: (A hand extends and gestures at Sheila) Ask her.

Sheila: Um, hello Alex. You're looking well today.

Alex: *turns to Sheila* Well!?

Sheila: (Gulps) Why don't we all, um, have a drink?

Alex: *growls* Sheila...

Sheila: Alex, honestly, I didn't think it would be a problem! I just wanted to see how it would work on a human!

Alex: The damn thing wasn't perfected yet!

Sheila: It worked, didn't it?

*Alex just growls, frustrated. He grabs an unfinished project nearby and throws it against the back wall, away from them.*

Nyles: I think he's pissed.

Sheila: Alex, calm down. I didn't hurt anything!

(The Shadow just leans against the wall.)

Alex: *turns away* Dammit, dammit, shit...

Shadow: Alex, under the circumstances, maybe we could take advantage of Sheila's little mistake.

Alex: *turns toward the Shadow, still steamed* How!?

Shadow: Alex, how do you think Davy's feeling right now? This is a man who has been five-foot-two his entire life. He's now not only able to see over his best friends' heads, he's able to see over CLOUDS.

Sheila: (She slowly grins) He must be terribly confused...

Shadow: Exactly.

Sheila: So we could use that against his friends?

Shadow: Now you're catching on, Sheila.

Shadow: We just need to FIND him. Alex, did you see what direction the Lord went in?

Alex: *folds his arms* Looked like he might be headed for the desert.

Shadow: So that's where we're headed. We have to catch up with him before his friends do!

Sheila: What are we going to do with a 50-foot Englishman?

Shadow: (Smirks) Oh, so many things...

(Cut to the desert, the same area where the Monkees used to have their Cave. All seems quiet for a minute...before a huge, white-booted foot stamps past the cameras, almost crushing them. One even seems to fall over, making the film jump and scratch.)

*The camera moves and shows the desert upright again. A large eye looks into the lens.*

(But then, we hear screaming in the background and someone saying "My foot!")

*We hear a British accented "Sorry!"*

(The camera finally looks up..and up...at Davy. He flops down on the ground...and nearly causes a minor earthquake.)

Davy: Oh man...

(We hear a car in the distance...and the camera moves from Davy to a familiar black Mustang.)

Shadow: (We hear his voice, but we only see Sheila and Alex in the front of the car) Alex, there he is! I see him!

Alex: *grumbles* No shit...

Shadow: Catch up to him, before he leaves again!

Sheila: Where would he go?

(The car speeds across the landscape, finally coming to a screeching stop on the road near where Davy sits.)

Shadow: (From the backseat) Take Nyles and talk to him. I can't have him recognize me.

*Alex glares at Nyles but says nothing. He gets out of the car. Nyles hops out, unaware of Alex's glare.*

Sheila: Come along, boys. (She climbs out of the car as well. All three make their way over to Davy)

Davy: (Narrows his eyes) What do you want? What did you DO to me?

Sheila: Why, we made you taller. Don't you like it?

Davy: Not THIS bloody tall!

Nyles: How's the weather up there, man?

Davy: Not funny, Nyles.

Sheila: We have a proposition for you, David.

*Alex has his arms folded again. He's still pouting.*

Davy: Whatever it is, the answer's no.

Sheila: We have could use a man of your...ahem, considerable talents.

Davy: Yeah, I know which of my "talents" you want, Sheila. I could crush you in an instant if we tried that.

Sheila: (Makes a face) That's NOT what I meant.

Davy: Sheila, I'm not interested in your sexual games right now. I couldn't have sex with ANYONE.

Sheila: We have some jobs we'd like you to do.

Davy: Like what? I can't even play a tambourine, unless they're making tambourines the size of Canada now!

Sheila: Oh, just a few minor things. Nothing harmful.

Davy: I can't...I can't work for you. I can't work for anyone. I can't do ANYTHING like this! How'd you like to bump your head on skyscrapers?

Sheila: Oh, but the things we want you to do require your considerable assets...all of them.

Nyles: Are you gonna ask him to CLIMB the skyscrapers?

Alex: He ain't Godzilla, you idiot!

Davy: What CAN I do? I can't do anything! I'm a monster! I AM Godzilla!

Sheila: You can help us. We'll richly reward you if you do.

Davy: Turn me back. Please, make me my normal size again.

Sheila: And we will, AFTER you help us.

Davy: Can you...can you really turn me back? I can't live like this!

Nyles: Of course they can!

Davy: Really?

Sheila: Of course. Would we lie?

Davy: Yes.

Sheila: I mean, about something IMPORTANT?

Davy: Yes.

Nyles: Would I lie?

Davy: (Smiles) Nyles, I don't think you know HOW to. :)

Sheila: See? Nyles will keep us on the straight and narrow.

*Nyles beams.*

Davy: Well...

Sheila: You don't have much of a choice here. We COULD turn you in, you know...

Alex: I'm sure the scientists would love to poke and prod you.

Davy: What about my friends? (Frowns) And Daph and Lizzie?

Sheila: Do you see them here?

Davy: I'm sure they'll be here soon...

Sheila: Try calling them.

Davy: I don't even know if I can... (He searches for his communicator)

Sheila: Didn't you rather hang the Savage out to dry before you left?

*Alex snickers.*

Davy: I did? Oh dear. I must have forgotten that part. I wasn't thinkin' too clearly at that point.

Sheila: I doubt your friends are too happy with you right now. Especially the Savage.

Davy: I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't want him to get hurt!

Nyles: Except that he's afraid of heights he can't control.

Davy: I sort of forgot that.

Nyles: Some best friend you are!

Davy: It's hard to remember things when you're 50 feet tall! (He puts his head in his hands) My head just doesn't want to work the way it usually does...

Sheila: I'm sure the Savage has gotten through to the others by now. I can't imagine anyone is too happy with you.

Davy: But it wasn't me fault!

Nyles: Suuuuuure!

Davy: But...all of you saw it!

Alex: *shrugs* I wasn't there.

Nyles: I saw you step in front of the beam...

Sheila: I wasn't paying attention.

Davy: But...but...

Shadow: Come with us, Davy. (He blends into the long shadows of the late afternoon...but we see part of him, a two-tone pants-clad leg, an arm) Come with me. I'm your friend. I won't hurt you.

Davy: Who are you?

Shadow: I'm a friend, Davy. That's all you need to know. I'd never hurt you. I'd never hurt anyone. I just want to be heard...and you do, too.

Davy: I'm NEVER heard. They all ignore me. Treat me like a child, just because I'm the youngest.

Shadow: You know I'd never do that to you, Davy. You have the power to make yourself be heard now. We both do.

Davy: Really?

Shadow: Really.

Davy: I don't know what to do. I'm a monster now. If I try to go back to LA for Daph and Lizzie, I'll just be attacked.

Shadow: Help us, Davy. (Soft, very familiar voice) You've always been my friend. I miss you.

Davy: (Looks at Sheila and Alex) I...don't know...

Sheila: Don't worry, Your Lordship. (Pats Davy's huge finger) We'll take good care of you.

*Nyles hugs Davy's finger.*

Davy: You were always a good friend, Nyles.

Nyles: Thanks, man! :)

Davy: You're welcome. (Rubs Nyles' head as well as he can without hurting him)

Alex: *sighs* And I can...tolerate you.

Davy: I'll tolerate you too, Alex. (He rubs Alex's curly head, too)

Alex: Gahhh! Don't DO that!

Shadow: You'll always be my friend, Davy. (The Shadow moves to Davy's hand and seems to hug him, too...rather hard)

Davy: You have a damn good grip for a shadow, you know that.

(Fade out on everyone in the desert laughing and the Shadow returning to the car. Fade in on Micky, who still hangs from the fountain at Sheila's hotel. Lauren's purple Chevy Bel Air roars up to the hotel. Lauren, Emma, and Daphne tumble out.)

Emma: (Raises her eyebrows) Oh, good grief. How did you manage to do THAT?

Micky: *frowns* I didn't. Davy did it.*pauses* GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!!

Lauren: All right, Mick, we will! *She concentrates. When the blue light clears, Micky's on solid ground.*

Micky: Thank you! *Gets on his hands and knees and kisses the ground...then realizes what he's doing* Oh, yuck...

Lauren: *wraps an arm around him as he stands* Okay, Mick. Why would Davy put you up there?

Emma: Micky, what's going on? What happened to Davy?

Micky: I TOLD you! He's fifty-feet tall! He hung me up like some rag doll!

Emma: Where is he now?

Micky: I don't know. I think he went... (sighs) oh, who am I kidding? I was too busy freaking out and trying to find someone who could get me down to pay attention.

Lauren: *sighs* That's the last time you two go anywhere without supervision.

Micky: Ha ha, very funny, babe.

Emma: I knew it was crazy of Mike to let you two go alone. (Frowns) Do you have any idea of where he might have gone?

Micky: *shrugs* I don't know. *runs a hand through his curls, thinking; pauses looking in the direction of the desert; eyes widen* The desert...of course! That makes perfect sense!

Emma: It's about the only place where no one will attack him.

Daphne: And if he went out to where the Cave used to be...

Emma: It's an area all of us know well.

Micky: Great. So, now what? We can't bring him back here! We have to figure out how to shrink him back to normal.

Lauren: Daph, why don't you try calling him? Maybe he'd appreciate a friendly voice.

Daphne: Gotcha. (She whips out her communicator and flips it open) Hello? Davy? Davy, it's Daph. Come in, Davy! (She frowns) I'm not getting him at all!

Emma: He must have lost or broken the communicator.

Daphne: (Shakes her head) It's dead. I'm not getting any signals.

Micky: Wonderful.

Emma: Then let's try to get a hold of the others. Mike is at home, talking on the phone about some deal of his. Valerie is at work. In fact, Mike and I were babysitting Jordan.

Daphne: (Looks at Lauren) And we left our kids with Micky's mom while they napped.

Lauren: *nods* Yeah.

Emma: I'll call Mike when we're in the car. He said before I left that he had something he wanted all of us to see, anyway.

Daphne: Let's get going, before our kids all drive Jannelle around the bend.

(Emma nods, and they all head for the car. Cut to a small, dark room. There isn't much there besides a large table, a gavel, and eight chairs. Mike leads everyone but Davy and Peter into the room.)

Emma: Honey, what's this all about?

Micky: And do we have extra gavels? *picks up the lone gavel*

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Funny, Mick. (To the group, as they all sit in the chairs) Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow Guardians, welcome to our new Emergency Meeting Room.

Emma: Is that what this is? (Looks around the rather bare room) I thought you said something about starting a sheet music publishing business...

Mike: I told Alexandra O'Malley that just to explain what I wanted the room for. I may still do that, but for now (sweeps his arm around the room) this is going to be where we hold emergency meetings.

Micky: Spared no expense on the decor.

Mike: There'll be a few more pictures and things after we get settled. This is just what came with the room.

Emma: So, why are we here?

Mike: We're here to talk about Davy. We have to find him. (Turns to Daphne) Daph, can you feel him?

Daphne: Yes, but he's very confused.

Valerie: Considering he's used to being five-foot-two and is now over fifty feet, I'm not surprised.

Mike: We have to get out to the desert and find him. He needs to know we're not gonna hurt him and that we'll help him get back to the way he was.

Micky: How do we get him back to normal?

Mike: Mick, I guess you wouldn't still have that shrinking potion around, or something similar.

Micky: *shakes his head* I don't have any left. I'd offer to MAKE some, but...

Mike: Maybe you could do somethin' else. How did Davy grow in the first place?

Micky: *makes a face* A shrinking laser Alex was working on that I accidentally shoved Dave in front of.

*Lauren slaps her forehead.*

Mike: Well, Mick, here's your chance to make it up to him. Do you think you'd be able to do something like that?

Micky: *considers* Yeah, I think I could. *scratches the back of his neck* I'm gonna need a little time, materials and tools...

Mike: (Sighs) Time is one thing we DON'T have. Look, I'll help you. We'll do it at your house. It's where everything is until we move to a new hide-out. (Turns to the women) You ladies look for Davy. Try to keep him calm as much as possible until we can get this thing going. Daph, stay with him in the desert if you have to.

Daphne: *nods* Okay.

Mike: Ok. This meeting is adjourned. (He hits the gavel on the table...and the sole overhead light falls onto the table and breaks, sending the screen into total darkness) Uh, sorry about that. (And we fade out on the darkness as shuffling and groans are heard...)