Everyone ready to find Davy?

Mike: We'll join you later. We have to work on that laser.

Micky: That's right.

Peter: I'm...busy.

Lauren: Us ladies are ready.

(We open in the garage of the Montgomery House. Valerie opens the door and leads the other three women into the garage, flipping on a light while she does. The room isn't nearly as cluttered as Mike or Micky's garages. There's some tools, Rosemarie, and Peter's MonkeeCycle, along with various boxes and containers.)

Valerie: (Frowns) Peter must have taken his car.

Lauren: Well, we have Rosemarie. That's what matters.

Valerie: Yes, but I thought he said he had business here in town today.

Emma: Maybe he was called away unexpectedly.

Valerie: (Sighs) I guess so. (Turns to the other women) Everyone ready for a ride?

Daphne: Yeah!

Emma: Sure. We have to find Davy, before he does something crazy.

Lauren: Let’s just be glad this didn't happen to Mick.

Emma: Half of LA would have been smashed into bits already. Micky LOVES knocking things down.

Lauren: Exactly.

Valerie: (As they climb into Rosemarie) Well, let's find Davy and the devils, before they try to enlarge anyone - or anything - else.

Emma: (She and Daphne are in the back; Lauren gets shotgun) I can't help thinking that this has to do with enlarging certain parts of the male anatomy.

*Lauren snorts.*

Valerie: (Rolls her eyes as she starts Rosemarie) Please. As if Alex's libido isn't big enough!

Lauren: *folds her arms over her chest* I can only imagine what Alex would have in mind, using that thing.

Daphne: Nothing repeatable.

Valerie: (As she pulls out of the garage) Hi, Rosie. Hey, did Micky finish working on your new radar system? We're going to need it.

Rosemarie: Yes, he did, and boy, does it feel good! :D

Lauren: It feels good, huh? Yup, Mick's been reprogramming you again, too, hasn't he?

Rosemarie: Just a little tweak or five.

Valerie: I must talk to him about how he programs your sense of humor. :

Rosemarie: What's wrong with my sense of humor?

Valerie: (Sighs) Never mind. Rosie, we're looking for Davy. Daphne's husband, the Lord of the Manor.

Rosemarie: The short British guy. Okay! I just turned my radar on...

Daphne: *nods* Micky's definitely been tinkering with Rosie too much.

Valerie: We'll need a lock on him...and trust me, you'll know when you see him.

Emma: So will most of Southern California.

Rosie: Oh wow! I found him already! He isn't all that short right now, is he?

Valerie: In a word, no.

Emma: Actually, Rosie, he's currently 50 feet tall.

Rosie: That would explain it.

Valerie: (She looks at Rosemarie's radar) He's currently... (frowns) ...at a large electronics plant?

Lauren: Oh, dear. I don't like the sound of that.

Daphne: What could he possibly be doing there?

Valerie: I have no idea. (Looks at Daphne) Just how much time has he been spending with Mick lately?

Daphne: Not any more than usual.

Valerie: (Looks at the radar) We could drive out there and try to talk to him.

Lauren: We might as well try. We don't have much else to try at the moment.

Valerie: Ok, Rosemarie, let's head out to the electrical plant. It's a bit of drive, but I think we can make it and still catch Davy.

Rosie: I'll switch into Coast mode.

Lauren: Coast? *eyes widen* Oh no. Uh, Rosie, not a good idea!

Valerie: What do you mean?

*Rosemarie goes into Coast mode and takes off like a shot!*

Emma: Whoooooaaaaaa!

Lauren: Rooooooooooosieeeeeeeeeeeee!

Valerie: Rooosieeee, I can't steerrr while you doooo this!

Rosie: Don't worry! I'm steering for you!

Valerie: Lauren, I'm going to killlllll Miiiiickkkk!

Lauren: If I don't get'im fiiiiiiiirst!

(We see the tail end of Rosemarie speed off down Beechwood Avenue...leaving several surprised people in her wake.)

Rosie: Eat my road, grit liver lips!

Valerie: Roosiiieee!

*After what seems like forever, but is only mere seconds, Rosemarie comes to a stop in front of the large electronics plant.*

Emma: (Her hand his on her heart; all four girls are windblown and shaken) Oh my GOD. Never, EVER go that fast AGAIN!

Valerie: Great, it'll take me forever to fix my hair. :p

Lauren: I think my stomach got left behind.

Daphne: ... Wow...

Rosie: Oh dear. I'm sorry about that, ladies. I didn't realize...

Valerie: It's not your fault, Rosie. It's how you were programmed. We need to talk to Micky about what he adds to your programming.

Rosie: Thank you for not being mad at me.

Lauren: No, we're just mad at the fool who decided you needed to do Mach Ten.

Valerie: Lauren, you have my permission to smack him with a fish after he's finished that laser.

Lauren: I'll smack him with more than a fish, I promise you that.

Daphne: Yeah, a trouting is too good for him.

Emma: (As the girls laugh) Um, guys... (Points skyward) Tell me that isn't Davy.

Valerie: (Frowns) And tell me those aren't Sheila, Alex, and Nyles on his shoulders.

Lauren: *gulps* Okay...that isn't them...

Daphne: We wish it wasn't them!

Emma: How are we going to get Davy's attention?

Lauren: I don't think he'd notice Daph flashing him from down here.

Daphne: Not with others around, anyway.

(Emma and Valerie giggle in spite of themselves.)

Valerie: Maybe we could drive over to the plant and set off some pyrotechnics.

Emma: Without setting ourselves off?

Valerie: Rosemarie, do you have missiles?

Rosie: Do cars have horns? Micky had some leftovers from the Fourth of July that he installed.

Emma: THAT'S how we'll get his attention. We won't shoot him. We could just shoot them into the air or the ground or something.

Valerie: We'll have to do something about the devils, too, not to mention look out for that "Boss" of theirs.

Lauren: Well, we know that I can always distract Alex.

Valerie: (Frowns and puts her hand on her heart) You know...there's something strange. I feel like Peter is near-by.

Emma: You said he had something to do today...

Valerie: All the way out here?

Emma: It's possible. People do live out here.

Valerie: (Frowns) He's...not right. He's angry, and yet in control. He's controlling SOMETHING...

Daphne: That's odd...

Emma: Maybe, when we get a hold of Davy, we'll find Peter, too. Maybe Davy found Peter.

Valerie: We have to try...for both their sakes. Ready with the missiles, Rosie?

Emma: Get ready to launch them! Make sure they go close to Davy, but not enough to hurt him or anyone else.

Rosie: I'm ready!

Valerie: Ok, get ready...get set....

*Rosemarie shoots off the first set of missiles, which do indeed turn out to be fireworks!*

(Cut to Davy and the devils. Sheila and Nyles sit on one shoulder, Alex on the other...and there's something shadowy in Davy's pocket... )

Sheila: This is the only way to travel. What a view!

Nyles: I feel like I'm on top of the world!

Shadow: (A device over Davy's ear allows him to be heard) This isn't a pleasure trip. We're picking up parts for Alex's new machines.

Davy: Where to next?

Shadow: We're going to the quarry next...what is THAT? (All of a sudden, we see the fireworks.)

Sheila: It's a month too late for the Fourth of July.

Nyles: *grins* Those look like the same kind Mick had for the Fourth of July!

Alex: *frustrated sigh* They found us ALREADY!?

Shadow: Davy, get us to the quarry, quickly!

Davy: On my way!

Sheila: And be careful! Remember, some of us are up here without a net!

Davy: (Sighs) I'll be careful.

Shadow: (As Davy starts heading out) You see? They're shooting at you. They think you're a monster.

Davy: *frowns* I guess...they are...

Shadow: Do something with their vehicle, then get us out of here.

*Davy picks up Rosemarie and sets her on the roof of the nearest building.*

Emma: (As Davy picks them up) Whooa! Davy, what are you doing?

Valerie: David Jones, put down my car this instant!

Davy: *frowning* You're shooting at me.

Daphne: We just wanted to get your attention, Davy!

Valerie: Put us down right NOW!

*Davy sets the car down on the nearest rooftop.*

Valerie: Well, this is better...sort of...

Lauren: But we're not on the ground!

Emma: Davy, come back! Davy! (But Davy's already turned around and is heading off)

Valerie: Well, this is a fine kettle of fish!

Daphne: Great. Now what? He thinks we were shooting at him, poor dear... *gazes after him*

Lauren: Well, getting down won't be a problem since Rosie can fly. *sighs* Davy, on the other hand...

Emma: We have to catch up with them and find out what they're up to!

Valerie: And find Peter! (She puts her hand on her heart) He's not as close as he was...

Emma: All right. Lauren, why don't you call the guys and see if you can get them to help us out? (Looks straight at the dashboard) Radar on, Rosie?

Rosie: Still on.

Lauren: *opens her communicator* Mick, come in? We've had a minor set-back.

Valerie: Ok, Rosie, ready to take off?

Rosie: Ready! Let’s fly, ladies!

*As Rosemarie takes off from the rooftop, we switch over to Lauren and Micky's backyard, where Micky and Mike are working on their own laser. Micky's communicator goes off, momentarily scaring him and causing him to jump away from the machine, sucking on a finger.*

Micky: *mumbles through the finger in his mouth* Dammit...

Mike: (Grins from the other side of the machine) Did the nasty old machine bite you, Mick?

Micky: *finger still in his mouth* 'Uck 'ou, 'Ike. *Takes the finger from his mouth and opens his communicator* This better be good, because I might need a Tetanus shot now.

Lauren: *sighs* Mick, you're up to date on all your shots.

Micky: What's up, babe?

Lauren: We are. Davy just set Rosie and all of us on the roof of a building, so we've taken to the air. The Devils have really gotten into Davy's head. He thought when we set off some fireworks to signal to him that we were shooting at him!

Micky: That goes right along with him hanging me out to dry.

Lauren: Any ideas on what to do? How's the laser coming?

Mike: Mick, what's goin' on? Have they found Davy yet?

Micky: *blue lights a band aid around his finger; to Lauren* It's coming. We're almost ready to test it out. *to Mike* Yeah, they found Dave. He set Rosie on a rooftop and left them. They tried to signal him with the fireworks I installed in her, but he thought they were shooting at him. Any ideas for them until we can get this thing finished and tested?

Mike: Maybe we can grab Ursula and see if we can get through to Dave. It sounds like the Devils have him real confused.

Micky: *nods* You're doing the talking. He already hung me up once. *to Lauren* We're heading out with Urse and see if we can't get through to Davy. Keep tabs on him for us.

Lauren: Okay, Mick. Be careful, guys. *ends communication*

Mike: I guess we're headin' for Urse.

Ursula: (Cut to the Pad's garage as Mike and Micky make their way to her) Hello, boys. I thought you were working on some new gizmo for Micky.

Mike: No, we're trying to shrink Davy.

Ursula: What? Isn't he rather short already?

Micky: Not at the moment. Currently, he's fifty-feet tall.

Ursula: Um, oh dear. How did THAT happen?

Mike: It's a long story, Urse, but it's getting late and we need to speed this part up. We'll explain durin' the romp.

Micky: *nods* Yeah.

(And we do finally launch into "Looking For the Good Times" as Ursula heads out onto Beechwood Avenue. Cut to Davy trooping down a stretch of desert interstate, towards a rock quarry. The girls, now in a winged Rosemarie, follow him.)

Emma: (Points to Davy; over the music) There he is! He's nearing that quarry!

Valerie: What on earth do they need rocks for?

Lauren: Your guess is as good as mine.

Emma: Not rocks... (Davy picks up several small buildings and shakes them) Digging equipment!

Valerie: (She steers Rosemarie to Davy) Davy, stop!

Davy: *swats at Rosemarie* Go away!

Shadow: (Cut to Davy and those sitting on him) Davy, ignore them! Put the equipment in your bag, but remember to put back everything we don't need and don't hurt anyone!

(Ursula pulls up as Davy reaches down to pick up a backhoe.)

Mike: What IS he doing?

Micky: *as Davy lifts the machinery* Offhand, I'd say stealing a backhoe.

Mike: (Shakes his head) I can't believe he got this BIG.

Ursula: This is crazy! How are we going to stop him?

Mike: (Grins at Micky) What have you got in here that might get him on the ground?

Micky: *grins* Rope launcher!

*Micky pushes a button. A VERY loooong portion of rope shoots out and wraps around Davy.*

Shadow: (Growls) Nooo! Davy, break it!

*Micky pushes the retractor button. The rope pulls at Davy, causing him to start teetering.*

Davy: I...I'm losing my balance!

*Another length of rope shoots out, also wrapping around Davy. This one also begins to retract, tugging at Davy.*

Davy: Oh nooo! :

Alex: Abandon ship!

Sheila: We HAVE to get out of here!

Shadow: Use your Imagination Powers!

(The Shadow disappears in a dark blue light.)

Nyles: What Imagination Powers?!

*Alex disappears in a black light.*

Sheila: I'll do both of us. (She concentrates. There's black lights around her and Nyles; they both disappear)

*The video turns to slow motion as Davy falls over, the ropes still wrapped around him. He lands with an earth-shaking thud.*

*Micky stands up in Urse, both arms raised in victory.*

Mike: Nice work, Mick.

Micky: *bows* Thank you, thank you!

Mike: Do you think we'd be able to tie him down? I hate to do it to him, but he's not gonna listen to us if he's been listenin' to the devils.

Micky: I hate to do it too, but I think it's the only way. Just drive slowly. I'll take care of the rope and stakes.

*Urse drives along slowly alongside the fallen Davy. Micky shoots out a length of rope every so often that stakes itself to the ground on the other side, and Micky drops stakes on their side. They finish at Davy's feet, where Micky pats himself on the back...literally.*

Mike: Nice work, Mick.

Emma: (Cut briefly to the girls above them) Hey guys, good job!

Ursula: I hope he's all right.

Micky: He only fell over. He should be fine.

*Davy groans, then starts tugging at the ropes!*

Micky: *eyes widen* Oh shit. (Gulps) I think we pissed him off!

Mike: I think this would be a good time get outta here!

Micky: Drive, man, drive!

Emma: (On Mike's communicator) Guys, the ropes are breaking! Turn Ursula around NOW!

*Davy sits up and sees Ursula driving away as fast as she can go.*

Micky: *looks over his shoulder* He's up...and he's pissed!

*Davy breaks the rest of the ropes. He goes after Ursula and snatches her up from the ground.*

Micky: Miiiiike! I think it's time to bail out!

Ursula: Lord David, what ARE you doing? I'm not a Hot Wheels toy!

Mike: Davy, put us down! What are you gonna do, race other cars?

Davy: You tried to 'urt me.

Ursula: We did nothing of the sort. We were only trying to calm you down.

*Davy pulls Micky out of the passenger seat.*

Micky: MIIIIIIIIIIKE!!!

Mike: Mick! Davy, put him back!

Ursula: Lord David, was that really necessary?

*Davy drops Micky about ten feet off the ground. Davy straightens and walks off with Ursula & Mike!*

Lauren: Rosie, go down! We gotta get Mick!

Rosie: Already on it! *descends to the ground*

Emma: Mike!

Mike: (Cut back to Davy) Davy, what are you DOIN'?

Ursula: Lord David, bring us back! Put me on the road!

Davy: You tried to 'urt me. We 'ave to go.

*Rosie pulls up alongside Micky as he sits up, shaking his head.*

Lauren: *jumps out and goes to him* Mick, are you okay? The way he dropped you...

Micky: *waves it off* M'fine. Nothing broken, just bruised.

Valerie: What happened?

Emma: And what did he do with Mike and Urse?

Daphne: He just walked off with them.

Micky: *gets to his feet with Lauren's help* I gotta finish that laser so we can shrink him back down. I don't think we're gonna be able to get through to him otherwise.

Emma: You know, he had trouble with Rosemarie when she was in the air. Anything on the ground is probably a sitting duck, but airplanes...

Micky: I think you might be on to something, Em.

*Valerie climbs into the front, letting Lauren and Micky into the back with Daphne.*

Micky: *rubs at his temples* This is insane.

Daphne: We need a plan.

Emma: I want my husband back.

Rosie: And Ursula!

Valerie: I think they may have Peter, too.

Emma: Rosemarie, take us back to Micky and Lauren's house. We'll pick up the kids and make our plans. We're not going in there half-crocked this time.

Rosie: Right-y-oh! *turns around, kicking up dust behind her*

Lauren: Oh, and by the way Mick, we need to chat about a few things that you've done to Rosie...

*We fade out of Micky's wide-eyed looks as he feigns a sudden injury, which Lauren promptly ignores as she starts slapping at him.*