(We open in Micky and Lauren's kitchen. Emma, Lauren, and Micky are already downstairs. Emma brings Lauren tea and Micky coffee. Micky already has an empty plate with the remains of what looks like scrambled eggs, toast, and orange slices in front of him. Lauren still has her toast and eggs.)

Emma: Here you go, guys.

Lauren: Thanks, Em.

Bob: Hey, guys. How're you feeling after that big blow-out you had last night?

Emma: I'm feeling fine. I don't know if that can be said for anyone else.

Micky: Need coffee...

Bob: He's not fine.

Emma: Your coffee is right in front of you, Mick.

Lauren: Mick isn't all that coherent right now. He meant he just needs coffee. That's how he's feeling.

Bert: Where's the others?

Emma: Val and Daph took the kids to breakfast and the park while everyone else recovered and I made the ailing breakfast.

Bert: Speaking of the ailing...where's Mike?

Emma: Still asleep. In the bathtub.

Bert: Should we ask how he got there?

Emma: No. Trust me.

Bob: Oh yeah, guys, Happy Anniversary to both of the happy couples.

Lauren: Thank you, Bob.

*Micky grunts.*

Emma: Well, happier after last night, anyway. (Smiles at Micky and Lauren) Thank you both for dinner. It was a lovely gesture.

Lauren: You're welcome, Em.

Bert: Did you like that oversized teddy, Lauren?

Bob: Mick told us about that three days ago. If that doesn't say "Babe, I love you more than life itself," NOTHING does.

Lauren: I love it! And you ain't kidding, Bob. *hugs Micky; Micky grins stupidly*

Producers: (In unison) Awwwwww!

Emma: Mike says I have one at the Pad.

Bob: So, where did this idea come from?

Emma: (Nods at Lauren) She'll answer all questions on the gestation and creation of this story. I had nothing to do with this one.

Lauren: Ehh, this one's been a long time coming... stemming from the actual realization of missing the important anniversary. :P

Emma: I think this is actually one of the stories we started developing late last summer and early last fall, along with almost every other story coming through November.

(Mike stumbles down at this point, bleary-eyed.)

Mike: I want coffee.

Emma: Well hello, dear. Don't we look lovely this morning?

Mike: Shaddup. Don'cha got no respect for the dead?

*Micky snorts, raising his mug, but says nothing.*

Lauren: Micky's cheering that comment.

Emma: (Puts a cup of coffee in front of Mike, but she rolls her eyes) You know, if you two hadn't DRANK so much, you'd be feeling a LOT better.

Mike: Don't condescend to the dead, Em.

Bert: I don't see what you have against a few drinks, Em.

Emma: One or two drinks, I don't mind. I just don't understand the fun in drinking until you end up looking like THAT (nods at Mike).

Mike: Ain't like I do it all the time! (He downs the coffee) More. (Emma rolls her eyes, but she does get him more coffee.)

Bob: Did everyone else get home all right?

Emma: As far as we know. We haven't found anyone else in random crevices, so we assume they all finally made it to somewhere else that isn't here.

Bert: Everyone sure seemed to have a good time.

Emma: I know I did. In addition to the dinner, it was nice to see the old gang and chat with them while they were sober.

Bob: How about you, Lauren? Feeling a little bit better now that you've marked your anniversary?

Lauren: Mostly.

Mike: I hope you ain't ready to kill Mick anymore. We're gonna need him for that tour next month.

Lauren: No, I won't kill him. I'll actually...need him to feel completely better.

Emma: (Wide grin) Ahhhh. (Mike winks...then winces.)

Lauren: *blushes* Yeah.

Bert: So, the tour's next month?

Mike: Yeah. And that's the LAST tourin' we're gonna do for a LONG time, and it's only a few weeks, so don't you go gettin' any ideas. After we get home, we're gonna work on the new album and spend time with our families, and that's it.

Emma: And all the adults are going this time. Katie and Robbie are going to stay with Valerie and Peter.

Mike: (Mutters) If Peter's there.

Lauren: Our kids and Lizzie are gonna stay with Jannelle and the girls.

Emma: I've never seen Canada before. I'm really looking forward to this. We're going to visit five cities in the Southeastern Provinces. (Grins) I'll have to bone up on my French!

Mike: Great. How do you say "more coffee" in French? (Hands her the cup again; Emma grabs it and heads over to the coffee pot)

Mike: What?

Bob: Did the kids ever have their Valentine's party?

Emma: (Nods) They had it yesterday. Had a merry, messy time, too.

Mike: I had glitter in places I didn't know glitter could be after Mick in' I helped the twins with their Valentines. They really wanted them to stand out for their folks.

Emma: That's why I helped Lizzie and Leah. They're too young for glitter. They're happy scribbling all over paper hearts.

Mike: Took us an hour to clean up after them. Hey Mick, were you still findin' glitter when we were cleanin' up after OUR party?

Emma: Lauren, I think we've lost him again.

Lauren: *turns to Micky, who's head is on the table* Mick?

*Micky snores.*

Bob: In that case, maybe we'd better finish up here and move along to the skit.

Emma: (Nods) Um, good idea. Lauren, you can finish this one. It's your anniversary.

Lauren: Everyone here from Dream World hopes all of you had a great Valentine's Day!

Emma: We hope you spent it with some you love!

Mike: Or coffee.

(Emma takes Mike's coffee and dumps it over his head.)

Mike: WHAT?

(Fade out on Mike dripping with brown liquid. Fade in on the front of the Orange Grove Apartments, where Jack, Nyles, Marcus, and Tilly live. We see a truck unload a huge box. Cut to the lobby of the apartment building. Mike, Davy, Jack, Nyles, and Micky stand around the box, which was wheeled in on a cart. The box is easily larger than all five of them put together.)

Mike: Guys, are you sure this is gonna work?

Jack: Well, considering that it won't fit in the elevator, it BETTER work!

Mike: I could have told you that. Isn't there any way to just lift it to a window or somethin'?

Micky: Sixteen floors. That would cost an arm & two legs.

Mike: So will all of us shovin' that thing up there. (Sighs) If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right. Jack, you go upstairs and make sure the doors are unlocked. I don't want any unpleasant surprises.

Jack: Actually, I already did that, right before we came down.

Davy: Nice thinkin', Jack.

Mike: Yeah, great. Ok, guys, we've gotta do this so we don't strain our backs.

Micky: So we lift with our legs, we got it.

Mike: Right. You've heard this before.

Davy: Mike, you gave us that lecture five times on our way up here!

Micky: *bends his knees and holds his arms out* It's all in the legs! *grins*

Mike: (Nods) All in the legs. All of you got that?

Davy: Yes, all five times, Papa Wolf.

Nyles: I don't get it.

Jack: Ny, you don't get a lot of things.

Mike: Jack, maybe you'd better stay up front with Ny. You know him best and can explain anything he doesn't understand. (Mutters) Which will probably be everythin'.

Jack: *nods* Fair enough.

Mike: Mick, you and Dave go on either side. I'll head up the rear.

Micky: Right-oh, Chief! *salutes, grinning*

Mike: Ok, let's wheel her over to the stairs. (They do so; he gets behind) Everyone ready?

Micky: *looks at the stairs, then the box* Uh, Mike?

Mike: Yeah, Mick?

Davy: (Also looks) Oh dear...

Micky: I think we've got a problem with our set-up.

Jack: *notices as well* Oh man...

Mike: What? (He peers out over the box; we barely see his brown eyes and the top of his head)

Davy: Maybe we ought to switch things around a bit...

Micky: We'll HAVE to.

Mike: I'll take the front then, and Nyles and Jack will do the pushin'.

Micky: Dave and I will direct traffic.

Mike: Shit. Jack, why didn't you tell us how narrow this stairwell is?

Jack: *shrugs* I thought it would fit!

Mike: Fine. I think Mick could fit in the back with me. Davy, you direct traffic.

Davy: (Squeezes around Mike) Fine with me.

Mike: Ok, Mick, come on down here and take the other half of this.

(Mike moves over slightly.)

Micky: Alright, alright.... *moves around and stands next to Mike* Is this a bad time to tell you my back's been acting up lately?

Mike: Why didn't you say somethin' before? And since when did you have a bad back?

Micky: Umm, since I looked at the size of this box, the stairs, and realized that we can't all hold onto it together?

Mike: Mick, just get over here!

Davy: Chicken!

Micky: It's all in the legs, it's all in the legs, it's all in the legs...

("What Am I Doin' Hangin' 'Round?" begins as the boys begin their ascent up the steep, long staircase. Mike bellows orders every few steps.)

(Davy stays behind them, occasionally badgering the two in the back. Mike swats at him, but Davy just reminds him to keep pushing.)

(On level five, Mike stops. He can't see Nyles.)

*Nyles is on the platform spread eagle, trying to catch his breath.*

(We see Mike's hand over the box, gesturing for him to start again.)

(On level eleven, it's Mike and Micky who stop. Mike hears Micky whimpers and asks if anything's wrong.)

(Davy tugs on Mike's should and points at Micky's foot. The box is on it!)

*Nyles and Jack glance around and cringe.*

(Mike tries to lift the box off of it, but it's caught on the carpet.)

*Micky now has tears on his cheeks. The box really hurts!*

(Mike makes gestures that on the count of three, they'll push. They all do so...and they push the box so hard, it goes down the steps...and ends up halfway in someone's apartment! The guys run - Micky limps - as they push the box and dodge shoes and thrown flower pots.)

(We're now at Level 13. Davy has switched for the injured Micky. No one wears jackets anymore; Mike and Nyles are missing their shirts. Mike pulls a puffing Davy back up, then asks how things are going on Nyles and Jack's end.)

*Jack is slung over the railing, trying to catch his breath.*

(Mike calls over to Micky. Is his foot up for giving them a hand?)

*Micky whines, but joins them. He winces upon grabbing hold of the box, but continues to help.*

(Cut to Level 16 as the song ends. Four guys are flopped over the box. Micky sits on the floor, nursing his foot.)

Mike: (Puffing, wheezing) Ok, one, two, three...

Davy: My arms, I can't feel my arms...

Micky: *rubbing his foot* Mike, can't we... *glances over at the floor sign* We're here! We made it!

Mike: And every cloud has a silver linin'.

Davy: (Looks up and grins) No Mike, he's right! Look! We're at Level 16!

Mike: Great! Open the door, and we'll take 'er to Nyles' apartment!

*Jack opens the door and we cut to the tub unpacked in the bathroom. The guys stand around it, apparently none-too-patiently.*

Mike: (Looks at his watch; his shirt's back on) Where ARE those guys?

Davy: I don't know. They were supposed to have been here a half-hour ago!

Micky: They're not gonna show, I just know it.

Mike: They'd BETTER show.

Micky: Guys, if you want, I can install the tub. I have no idea why you didn't ask me in the first place.

*Jack and Nyles exchange looks.*

Nyles: Because we wanted it done right, man.

Jack: No offense, Mick.

Mike: Exactly. Not to mention I thought you were tryin' to stay off your foot. I want to get someone to look at that.

Davy: (Frowns) There's the phone.

Micky: I won't be on my foot! Why won't you guys let me try?

Mike: May I remind you of how long we had to clean up after the time you tried to fix the plumbing at your house?

Nyles: *grabs the phone* What's the number?

Davy: Um, it's ringing, Nyles.

Nyles: Oh... *picks up the receiver* Hello?

Mike: If it's those guys, tell them we're gonna dock pay if they don't get their butts over here.

Nyles: Okay, yeah, bye. *hangs up* They're not coming.

Mike: (Throws his hands in the air in frustration) Figures.

Davy: Now what?

Micky: I offered...

Jack: *folds his arms* We don't have much choice now.

Mike: (Sighs) You're right. (Looks at Micky) But we're all gonna help out. I don't want you leanin' too heavily on that foot. If you hurt that foot worse, your wife will kill both of us...not to mention we'll need you on your feet for that tour next month. :p

Micky: *nods* I can live with that.

Mike: Ok. So Nyles, where do you keep your tools?

Nyles: I'll grab 'em! *runs out and returns with a tool box*

Mike: Ok, then. Troops, in the bathroom!

("Steam Engine" begins as Micky leans over the tub with the tools.)

(Mike and Davy inspect the plumbing. One of the pipes squirts Mike; Davy snorts.)

*Micky holds a wrench on one of the pipes and motions for Nyles to hit the wrench with his hammer, but Nyles doesn't quite seem to understand what Micky wants him to do.*

(Mike and Davy try to fix the pipes. Now they squirt both guys!)

*Nyles almost hits Micky with the hammer. Jack takes the hammer away and rolls his eyes.*

(Mike and Davy argue over how to fix the pipes. Mike accidentally hits Davy's hand with a hammer; he squawks and glares at the Texan.)

*Jack then takes Mike's hammer away as well.*

(Mike pops his head out from around the side of the tub. How are Micky and Nyles doing on their end?)

*Micky grins as he turns the handle and the water runs smoothly, then turns it back, shutting the water off.*

(Mike nods; Davy's tightened the last screw on their end.)

(All five guys join Jack in and around the tub as the song ends. They're dirty, but grinning...and holding a few extra pipes.)

Davy: Do you think these went anywhere? (Holds up a pipe)

Micky: Extra parts...

Mike: Yeah. Just toss 'em. (Davy throws it on the floor)

Mike: Wanna turn it on one more time, so we can see the beauty of cooperation?

Micky: You got it! *leans over and turns the handle; the water flows smoothly*

*Suddenly, the water flow cuts off.*

Micky: What the...

Jack: What happened to it?

Mike: What in the heck?

Davy: Uh oh.

Micky: *leans over again* Maybe it's just loose...

Mike: Did ya check the valve that leads to the pipe?

Micky: I'm sure of it! I don't get it...

*Just as suddenly, the water comes out in a huge gush, splashing and spraying all over the place, effectively soaking all five guys.*

Mike: Damn! (He takes his shirt off and tries to hold it against the blast, but he just soaks his shirt)

Davy: Turn the water off!

Jack: I got it! *moves for the shut off valve and gives it a twist, stopping the water*

(The camera takes in the scene. Everything in the bathroom that can be wet, is, and there's several holes in the wall.)

Mike: Um, how long would it take to call those guys back and ask them when they can get here?

Jack: Only as long as it'll take to get a dry phone.

Davy: (Sighs) We're sorry, Mick. Maybe you can help them when they arrive. (Looks at Jack) We all have cars. We could drive over and get them.

Micky: *sighs* I thought for sure I had it right.

Mike: Micky, you're a genius at a lot of things, but plumbin' ain't one of them. Let the pros handle it from now on. (Sighs) Besides, we've got to get your foot looked at.

Davy: And ourselves dried off. It'll be fun to explain to the girls how we go soaked in less than two hours that weren't spent at the beach or a pool.

Mike: We could always tell them we all took baths at once. It's close to the truth.

Jack: Thanks, anyway, guys. You tried.

Davy: You're welcome, Jack.

Mike: How's your foot feelin', Mick?

Micky: Better, just a little achy now.

Mike: Why don't we all just go home and see what we can do for achy muscles and ankles? I have the feeling none of us are going to be moving too well in a few hours.

Nyles: And you told us to lift with our legs!

Mike: Yeah, well, we did it for 16 flights of stairs. We'll be lucky if we can lift our legs by this time tomorrow!

Jack: At least no one threw their back out.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah, or fell down those steep stairs. How do you guys live up here?

Nyles: We take the elevator.

Jack: He does. I use the stairs.

Davy: No wonder your legs are so long.

Jack: *nudges Davy* Maybe you should visit more often.

Davy: Very funny.

Mike: (Sighs) I've gotta get home. I promised Em I'd take her and the kids downtown for dinner. Jack, why don't you and Mick see if you can get the plumbers at their office? It should still be open. Nyles, stay here in case they do show after all.

Davy: I have to be at the studio to record a vocal track.

Jack: Consider it done.

Mike: Need help downstairs, Mick?

Micky: *waves him off* Nah, I'll be fine.

Mike: Ok, Mick. (He follows Micky out, carrying his wet shirt.)

Nyles: *sighs, then grins and sings as he splashes the water on the floor* Splish splash, I was taking a bath, long about a Saturday night...

(We fade out on Nyles and fade in on the end credits. "The Party" plays over stills from the "production." It ends with Lauren, Micky, Mike, and Emma standing around their cake. The words "A Raybert Production" is superimposed on the cake in the middle of them; below that is "Happy Valentine's Day From Dream World!")