Ok, now that we sent the children off to bed, everyone ready? ;)

Micky: Ready. ;)

Peter: Ready.

Davy: I've got Daphne! :D ;)

Daphne: Help! :P

(We open with the cameras focusing on a pair of huge white-booted feet making their way across the highway. The camera finally pulls back to reveal a dusty, dirty, and distraught Davy, Daphne still clentched lightly in his right hand.)

Davy: We're almost there, Daph. I'm gonna find a way to make me smallah again.

Daphne: But, Davy, the guys can help you!

Davy: Daph, they think I'm a monster! They shot at me!

Daphne: No, they don't, Davy! They were trying to help, not hurt!

Davy: That..that's not what I was told...

Daphne: You were told? You were told wrong, then!

Davy: Daph, I'm HUGE! I'm Godzilla! King Kong! People don't like giants!

Daphne: That's why the guys were trying to help, but you ran away from them!

Davy: Why were they jumpin' around on me, then? Who do they think I am, Victor Mature?

Daphne: They were trying to find Mike, so they could use their laser to shrink you down!

Davy: I never meant to hurt Mike, but the Boss said...

Daphne: The Boss was wrong! Who IS this Boss, anyway?

Davy: I...I don't know. He's always in the shadows. I just saw his hand. (Frowns) I know his voice, though. I know that voice VERY well. I've heard it somewhere before...

Daphne: Where, Davy?

Davy: I...whoa! (Davy just barely misses several cars as he moves along. People beep at him, leaning out and screaming. Someone even tries to throw a tomato at him, but it barely hits his ankle.)

Daphne: Davy, this is very dangerous!

Davy: Daph, do you see what I mean? People HATE me!

Daphne: Because you're practically stepping on their cars! If you'd let the guys use their laser to shrink you down, then people wouldn't seem to hate you!

(A truck swerves around Davy's feet, barely missing him. The driver leans out and starts yelling curse words...until the camera looks up, showing the huge Davy from his point of view.)

Truck Driver: Holy... (He starts to drive off, but Davy picks up his truck.)

Davy: Pickin' on someone biggah then you? That's not fair. I don't mean any harm!

Daphne: Davy, please be careful!

Davy: I ain't gonna hurt him, Daph. I'm just going to teach him a lesson. (He drops the truck on top of a rock cliff; it lands with a smash. We see that the driver is shaken and disheveled, but unharmed) There.

Daphne: *groans* Davy...

Davy: He cursed at me, Daph! (Grins) Besides, it was kinda fun.

Daphne: No, Davy, it wasn't.

Davy: Daph, I may never get to be this tall again! If I'm going to be huge, I might as well do SOMETHING with it!

Daphne: But Davy...

Davy: (Puts Daphne on his shoulder) Come on, Daph! Enjoy the view!

("Changes" begins as the camera follows Davy into downtown LA. His first stop is a giant donut shop shaped like a donut. He picks the donut shop up and pulls out a box of donuts for Daphne and the surprised donut counter boy, whom he dumped on a patch of green grass. Davy eats the giant donut.)

(Davy then finds an orange grove and an orange juice factory. He shakes a tree until all of the oranges fall out. He picks up all the oranges and squeezes them until he can make a glass of orange juice for Daphne and a tank for himself.)

(Davy trips over a stand shaped like a lemon that's selling citrus pies and goods. The giant lemon merangue pie on top goes flying...and lands right on a car! Davy blushes and hurries off.)

(Davy and Daphne watch a movie at the drive-in together...sitting on a near-by mountain.)

(Davy reaches in and grabs the popcorn maker. He and Daphne share a vatful of popcorn...with lots of butter, of course.)

*Davy uses a lamp post to pick the kernels from his teeth.*

(Davy walks past an airport and waves to airplanes taking off. He grabs two surprised planes that almost crash and make sure they go in the right directions...not near him or each other.)

(Davy pick two cars off the LA Freeway.)

Davy: Hey Daph, want to race cahs?

Daphne: Davy, no! Put them back!

Davy: Aww! Daph, you're no fun! (He pulls the cars back) Vrrom! Vroom! (He finally lets them go) And off they go! (Puts his hands over his eyes) I think the red one's winnin'...

Daphne: *frustrated* Davy, stop it!

Davy: (Frowns) Daph, I'm not hurtin' anyone. I'm just havin' some fun. (He walks to a park near the freeway and scoops a huge handful of wildflowers) For you.

Davy: *sighs* Oh, Davy. *smiles at him* But we really should go back to the guys so they can help you.

Davy: (Sighs) Ok, Daph... (Looks up; sirens are heard in the distance) What's that?

Daphne: *eyes widen* Sirens! Davy, we have to go!

Davy: Oh god! (But huge Davy's too slow. The police cars arrive on the scene as "Changes" ends)

Police Officer #1: (Leans out of his car) Ok, buddy, you're under arrest for wanton destruction of private property.

Davy: But...I didn't MEAN to damage the buildings...well, most of them...

Daphne: He really didn't!

Police Officer: Put the nice lady down, and we'll take you somewhere safe.

Davy: There IS nowhere safe, unless you have an airplane hangah I fit in! I'm not goin' with anyone! I can't!

Daphne: I don't mind, really! He's my husband!

Police Officer #2: You're married to that guy, sweetheart? Who married you, the Jolly Green Giant?

Davy: Now, that was uncalled for! I weren't this size when we got married!

Daphne: That's right! And you're mean!

Sergeant Nielson: (Dashes out of a squad car that just drove up) No! Wait! I know that kid!

Davy: I ain't comin' with any of you! You just want to hurt me and send me to some lab for tests! I ain't a rat! I'm a human bein'!

Daphne: Davy, calm down! I'm sure the Sergeant just wants to help you!

Davy: NO! No one wants to help me! No one can! (He takes off, accidentally knocking several squad cars out of his way in his wake)

Daphne: Davy, no, stop!

Davy: (Turns to Daphne) I have to find a place where no one will hurt either of us.

Daphne: Please, take us back to the others. They can help return you to normal!

Davy: Daph...I just want to find a place where we can be together...and alone.

Daphne: Then take us to the others. For me, Davy. Please.

Davy: I...don't even know where they are, or if they'll speak to me after the way I acted.

Daphne: You have to trust me, Davy. They will!

Davy: All right, Daph. I trust you.

Daphne: Thank you, Davy!

Davy: You're welcome, luv. (He puts Daphne back on his shoulder and heads back towards the city.)

(Fade out on Davy and Daphne; fade in Emma, Valerie, and Lauren in Rosemarie. Valerie is behind the wheel.)

Valerie: I'm getting really worried. I went back to the mansion to check on Jordan, and Matilda says she hasn't heard from Peter all day. I can't get him on his communicator, either.

Lauren: Something really strange is going on, but we all knew that already.

Emma: Mike took Micky to the airport to rent a plane.

Lauren: *shakes her head* And Mick did NOT go willingly.

Valerie: (Turns onto the LA Freeway) Has anyone tried calling Daph? We know we can't get through to Davy...

Lauren: Actually, no, we haven't.

Emma: I did. I'm not getting a response, thought the signal's working. She may just not be picking up. (Smirks) If I were in the arm of a giant Englishman, I wouldn't be paying attention to my phone, either.

Lauren: Good point.

Valerie: Well, keep trying. (Frowns and slows as the girls come up on a huge cluster of police cars) What's that?

Emma: Looks like an accident or something.

Valerie: (Pulls up as close to the squad cars as she can) Hey, is that Sergeat Nielson?

Lauren: *squints* Yeah, it is.

Emma: And he looks like he's going to have an apoplectic fit!

Lauren: You don't suppose Davy's been by here, do you?

Valerie: There's only one way to find out. (Valerie stops the car and climbs out, followed more slowly by the other girls)

Sergent Nielson: (Sighs as the girls come up to him) Hello, ladies. You haven't, by any chance, lost a fifty-foot English rock star and his wife recently, have you?

Emma: (Looks at the other two) Yup, Davy's been here, all right.

Lauren: Oh boy.

Sergent Nielson: We tried to talk to him, but the moment my boys said something even a bit offensive, he up and left. Damaged three of our squad cars on the way out, too.

Lauren: What direction did he go?

Sergeant Nielson: (Points ahead of him) That way, girls. Said something about finding a place where no one can hurt him or his wife...

Emma: Looks like he went back to LA.

Sergeant Nielson: (Shakes his head) If he did, we should warn the city. Maybe even evacuate downtown. I saw what he did downtown this afternoon.

Lauren: He didn't mean to! He's confused. He thinks we were trying to harm him earlier when we just wanted to help him.

Sergeant Nielson: I know that, Mrs. Dolenz. However, most of the city, including my men, don't.

Lauren: Is there anything that can be done to keep others from trying to harm him when he's not trying to harm them on purpose? *frowns* Sorry. I pick up on Micky's rambling when I get nervous.

Sergeant Nielson: We'll try to evacuate as much of downtown LA as we can, and I'll see if I can talk to the local police forces. I might be able to get someone to talk to the federal government, too. I can only imagine who'll end up here when word breaks out that a 50-foot Englishman is invading downtown LA.

Emma: We're going to have reporters all over the place, FBI spooks...

Sergeant Nielson: And much worse. Can you imagine what scientists - both legitmate well-meaning ones and those who aren't - would do to that poor kid?

Valerie: Oh god, Davy...

Sergeant Nielson: That kid will spend the rest of his life as a medical curiosity if we can't get to him.

Lauren: ...Which is exactly what Micky and Mike are trying to do - get to him first.

Emma: (Mutters to Lauren) And there's a few other...little diffculties...after Peter, too. You know, the kinds named Alex and Sheila.

*Lauren nods. She knows all too well.*

Sergeant Nielson: (As a radio squawks in his car) Look, I'll bet that's more reports about Jones now. I'll see what I can do to hold off the local police and the government. (Smiles slightly) You help your friends.

Lauren: Thanks, Sarge!

Sergeant Nielson: (Sighs) You're welcome. Now, you girls get out of here and find Jones, before I start asking how he ended up the size of Montana in the first place.

Valerie: Uh, right.

Lauren: Yeah...

Emma: Let's go, before we hear reports of Davy trying to pull ramen noodles out of Grauman's Chinese Theater.

Lauren: Right.

(And we cut to a shot of the air above downtown LA...and the small airplane circling around the tall buildings.)

Mike: (In the front of the plane) We've got to find him sometime, Mick. THEN we can go down for lunch! I'm not landing next to a hot dog stand on the beach just so you can have a snack!

Micky: But Mike, thinking about food is the only way I can keep myself from thinking about being in this plane!

Mike: You can think about food now, but we'll eat AFTER we shrink Davy. Is the machine ready?

Micky: It's been ready! Have YOU found Davy yet? ;)

Mike: We're lookin' for him! How can we not find a fifty-foot Englishman loose in LA?

Micky: But you haven't found him YET.

Mike: We will...there he is! (Points ahead. We cut to Davy walking across downtown LA, with Daphne on his shoulders)

Davy: Ok Daph, want the hamburger stand or the candy shop shaped like a giant candy box?

Daphne: How about the hamburger stand? I'm starved!

Davy: Ok, two hamburgers coming up! Ketchup or mustard?

Daphne: Ketchup, please.

Davy: I wonder if I could find a giant tomato cannery around here... (Looks up as he hears a buzzing) What's that?

Mike: (Cut back to him and Micky) Dave! Dave, it's us!

Micky: *blue lights a megaphone, then opens a window* Davy! It's Micky and Mike!

Davy: Guys? This may seem like a silly question, but what are you doin' up here? :

Mike: Makin' you your right size again!

Micky: *still through the megaphone* Tryin' to shrink you back down to five-three again!

Davy: How do you intend to do that? Shoot me?

Mike: Not with anything that's gonna hurt you! We're your pals, Davy. We'd never hurt you...well, not on purpose, anyway.

Micky: It won't hurt Dave, we promise! Let us try it!

Davy: Well, all right... (Looks down as a large, black car zooms into view) What's that?

Alex: *sticks his head out the window* Don't listen to them!

(Peter's GTO comes from the other side. Peter sticks his shaggy head out. He no longer has a beard, but his hair is still long and he has a considerable mustache.)

Peter: Davy, come with me. I'm going to help you.

Mike: (Looks down and frowns) Pete? What's HE doin' here?

Micky: *eyes widen* I don't know. *pauses* HE'S going to help?

Mike: What's he up to?

Sheila: (Sticks her head out of the Mustang) Bard, what on earth are you doing HERE?

Peter: Going to your place. (Looks up) David, I can help you. I'm your friend. You know I'd never hurt you.

Daphne: Davy, let Mike and Micky help you!

Davy: Oh...I don't know WHAT to do...

Daphne: Davy, please listen to me!

Peter: Come on, Davy! I can help you. I know what Sheila and Nyles did to you.

Micky: *turns to Mike* How does he know what they did?

Mike: Yeah. He wasn't there, was he?

Micky: Not that I know of.

Mike: What's he so interested in Davy for, anyway? He hasn't been interested in any of us for months now.

Micky: I don't know.

Mike: After we get Davy down to manageable size, we really need to get a hold of him. I've been sensin' somethin' strange on him ever since we ran into him at the Club Caprice...and I'm beginnin' to wonder just what he was doin' there.

Micky: *nods* Sounds like a plan to me.

Mike: Now, we have to...whoa! (Dodges Davy's swat)

Davy: Oh, why don't you all just go away?

Micky: *through the megaphone again* Davy, no, we can help you! Just ask Daphne!

Sheila: Lord, come with us! We're the one who changed you in the first place!

Davy: Stop! All of you, just STOP! (He grabs the Mustang and screams into it) DO YOU HEAR ME? LET ME ALONE!

(The wind has blown Alex and Sheila's hair back, leaving them both very disheveled and a little dazed.)

*Alex wiggles a finger in an ear.*

Sheila: Now, Lord, that wasn't necessary...

Davy: I don't want to hear any more. (He drops the Mustang in a large dumpster behind a building) There. (Looks at his wife on his shoulder) Let's go, Daph. I just needed to put out the trash.

*Daphne applauds.*

Davy: Thank you, luv. I'd bow, but I might knock into a buildin'.

Peter: Davy...

Davy: Petah, go away. All of you, just go away. (He looks at his wife) Come on, Daph. Let's go find that laser of Sheila's.

*Daphne shrugs in Mike and Micky's direction.*

Mike: Daph, we're going to follow. I think Davy keeps gettin' overwhelmed. We're gonna have to figure out how to come up on him a bit more quietly.

Daphne: *to Davy; smiles* Let’s go.

Davy: (Nods) Sure, luv. (He gently pats her head with one of his fingers and takes off into LA...not paying attention to the plane and the GTO following him as we fade out.)