Ok, you guys ready to make a car? ;)

Mike: Heck yeah! :D

Peter: Let's get our new car on the road! :)

Micky: Better believe it! :D

Davy: I'm ready, too.

(We open with the early version of "Valleri" as we see the green car in front of the Pad. Mike, in his green overalls, brings out a big tool box. Peter, in his orange overalls, follows Mike with cans of oil and old rags.)

*Micky comes out wearing bright multi-colored overalls. He carries a cardboard box filled with parts. Davy wears blue overalls and carries a gallon of red paint and a smaller can of yellow paint.*

(Mike ducks under the car, occasionally calling for a tool or a can or lubricant or a rag. Peter and Micky lean over the hood, inspecting the inside.)

*Davy works on the interior of the car, first fixing the mirrors.* ;)

(Peter and Micky inspect the inside of the car...which immediatley gives out a poof of smoke that covers their faces with soot. Mike comes out coughing, too, as he got a bit sooty. He grumbles at Micky, grabs a wrench, and goes back under. :p)

*Micky tinkers in the engine. He pulls parts out of the box and pieces them in.* ;)

(We hear banging and grumbling over the music. Mike comes out sputtering; Micky and Peter accidentally got oil on him. His face is covered with black goop. Peter blushes and hands him a towel while he goes to clean up.)

(Peter frowns at Davy's work on the car's interior; he's added mirrors that are twice as wide, so he can see more of his face. Mike comes out and sees Peter staring in the car. He groans and throws the original mirrors into Peter and Davy's hands - fix them and put THEM on, please! The other mirrors are too big!)

*Micky takes a few more parts out of the box, waggles his eyebrows at the camera, and dives back under the hood.* ;)

(Peter brings brightly-colored blankets to cover the seats. Mike makes a face. They're TOO bright. He sends Peter back into the house to get something less eye-killing. :p)

(Mike checks the tires, then fixes some loose lugnuts as Peter comes out with some plain white blankets to cover the seats.)

*Micky adds more parts to the engine.* ;)

*Davy gets out, having fixed the mirrors, and goes over to the cardboard box. He turns it over, now empty.*

(Mike tugs at Micky's feet. He wants to know just what Mick's doing to the engine.)

*Micky shrugs and shakes his head. It's nothing major.*

(Mike and Peter work on the hood, adding the blower and making a hole in the hood for it to fit.)

*Micky adds tailpipes to the car...everywhere.* ;)

Mike: (Pulls back as the music ends - the car now looks more like the MonkeeMobile, except for the green paint job) Not bad, fellas.

Peter: Hey, we did a great job! :D

Micky: Nice job, fellas. :D ;)

Mike: Now, we just gotta paint her, and we'll be ready to take her to our gig tonight.

Davy: Got the paint right here.

Mike: (Takes some of the spray paint and a paint stripper) We're gonna make her beautiful, guys. We're gonna make her sparkle. She won't look like the same car.

Peter: She won't be a factory reject when we're done! She'll be the most beautiful car in Malibu Beach! :D

Micky: She'll be the envy of the country! ;) :D

Mike: Come on, fellas. Our girl needs to be gorgeous.

(They all start stripping off the paint in a montage of the guys stripping, then painting the car...and occasionally painting each other. ;) )

*After they finish, all four guys stand in front of the camera's view of the car. Just from the looks of their backs, they have more paint of them than used on the car.* ;)

Mike: (Rubs at a small sploch of red paint on his nose) Well, guys, we did it. Ain't she gorgeous? :X

Peter: (There's red and yellow paint in his hair and on his hands, but he's beaming) Oh, Mike, she's WONDERFUL! :X

Micky: I think I'm in love! :X

Davy: I think you've in'aled too many paint fumes, mate. ;) :P

Micky: Funny. :P ;)

Mike: Now, we gotta go get cleaned up, so we can take her for a test-drive before our gig tonight.

Peter: I can't wait to show her off to the neighborhood!

Davy: I can't wait to show 'er off to my date! ;)

Mike: (Frowns at Davy) Whoa, boy. What date?

Davy: The date I'm bring to the gig.

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Here we go. :P

Mike: In which case, you two can have the back with the instruments. ;)

Davy: *frowns* I was kinda 'oping to bring 'er to the gig alone.

Micky: You mean unsupervised?! *loud gasp* I'm shocked! ;)

Mike: How do you intend all of us AND our instruments to get to the gig?

Davy: You get there first, then I'll go pick up me date.

Mike: You'd better be on time for the gig, boy, and this car had BETTER be in good condition.

Davy: I will, Mike! The car will be just fine.

Mike: It better. (Nods at the Pad) Come on, fellas. I don't want us test-drivin' her like this.

Peter: Yeah, it took me a while to find those nice, white blankets!

Davy: Because we know 'e *jerks a thumb at Micky* ain't got anything nice and white. ;)

Micky: *reachs for Davy* C'mere! :P

Mike: (Sighs and grabs both boys) Ok, guys, go take a shower, before I throw you in the ocean. :p

Micky: Alright, alright. :P

(Fade out on Mike dragging Micky and Davy in by their collars as Peter follows with a sigh. Fade in on the guys in a bar-restarant. Peter and Micky sit at a table, eating fries and soda.)

Peter: It's a good thing the owner of this place gives freebies to the musicians. Otherwise, we wouldn't be eating at all. We don't have much money left after fixing up the MonkeeMobile.

Micky: *nods* Yeah. We should get gigs here more often. ;)

Peter: Mike is out back, on the phone booth. He had to call his ex-wife about their divorce proceedings, and Davy hasn't showed up yet with the car.

Micky: *shakes his head* And Dave's over a half an hour late already. I wouldn't wanna be him for all the tea in England right now, especially if Mike's call doesn't go well, which I'm fairly sure it won't. :P

Peter: I feel bad for Mike. I think he still likes Phyllis, but he likes his music, too.

Micky: I do, too, but not being able to agree on the music, they're better off apart. It isn't worth arguing over.

Peter: He won't talk about it, even to me, but I can tell it really upsets him. I think he feels like he's not good enough for girls, or that they won't like him. He always avoids the girls that come up and talk to us when we play!

Micky: Mike won't ever admit it, but he's just scared that he won't find a girl who shares his appreciation for music. Music is his life, and whomever he finds is gonna have to understand that music will still be a good portion of his life no matter what.

Peter: (Nods) That's exactly how I feel, too. When I find a girl, I hope she's as into music as I am, because it's my life as much as Mike's. He wants to share that with someone and I do, too.

Micky: I just wish Mike wouldn't take out his frustrations on us. I can understand being angry, but...

Peter: That's just how he is, Mick. He doesn't know how ELSE to take out his frustrations, other than in his songs.

Micky: I know. *sighs* I don't like being on the brunt of his anger, but it hurts more to see him that way than getting IN his way. :P ;)

Peter: I'm sure he'll eventually get over Phyllis. All things must pass. Maybe we could convince him to start dating again.

Micky: I hope he does. We'll have to see if we can find someone for him.

Peter: She'll have to be special, though. Michael won't take just any old girl. She'll have to be pretty, and really, really tough, and she'll have to like music.

Micky: Very special. She's out there somewhere. We’ve just gotta find her.

(Mike finally comes up to the boys, holding a glass of something dark and intoxicating-looking in one hand. His scowl is dark enough to bring heavy rainstorms to several states and maybe a few countries.)

Peter: I guess it didn't go well.

Micky: I'd say not. :P

Mike: No, it didn't. (He gulps the liquor)

Micky: *groans* Mike... :P

Peter: Mike, you already had two glasses.

Mike: Musta been weak shit. I ain't feelin' it. (Growls) Where's Davy? Where's our God-damn CAR? He'd BETTER not have damaged her! X(

Micky: I'm sure he's just late, Mike. You know how unable to tell time he is when he's with a girl. :P

Mike: Yeah, but it's been (checks his watch) over 40 minutes! This place is gonna be closin' soon!

Micky: As long as he gets here and he and the car are in one piece, that's what matters, Mike.

Mike: I don't wanna be standin' out there with our stuff at 3AM or have to drag it on the bus, do you? (Gulps the last of the drink)

*Micky shakes his head and sighs.* :P

Davy: *walks over to the trio* 'I, guys. :">

Micky: Mike, remember, don't kill him! :P ;)

Mike: (Narrows his eyes) Where have you been, boy? This place is about to close! X(

Davy: I too 'Eathah 'ome and, well, we sorta pahked in 'er driveway for a while... :x

Micky: And forgot how to tell time, as usual. :P

Davy: I'm sorry, mates.

Mike: You do know this place is about to close, right?

Davy: I know now. Mike, really, I did lose track of time. I'm really sorry!

Mike: Dave, we coulda ended up sittin' outside with our instruments n' gettin' hurt and losin' the instruments...or worse. We NEED that car!

Davy: But the cah is all of ours! Why can't I use it when I need it, too?

Mike: I don't mind you USIN' it, just bring it the hell back when you're done with it! X(

Peter: Mike, people are staring! :">

Micky: The few that are left, anyway. :P

Davy: I did bring it back! :P

Mike: ON TIME! We have to use it, too, and WE have instruments to cart around! X(

Davy: Well, then, maybe I ought to get my own ve'icle!

Micky: *leans toward Peter* Think we oughta duck under the table? ;)

Peter: No, Davy's right. (Gets between the angry Davy and Mike) What we need is two cars, one for the band and a smaller one for other activities.

Micky: Then I'M going under the table. (Which he does)

Mike: We ain't got much money left.

Peter: It wouldn't have to be a big car! It would just be for our dates, mostly Davy's, and would only need enough room for a few people.

Davy: I've got some money saved. I'll probably end up using it the most anyway.

Mike: (Sighs and nods) Pete's right. We ain't gonna be able to get by with one car. We had the same problems with the Woody.

Peter: This way, someone can take a girl on a date or a friend for a milkshake and not have to worry about the others getting to the gig. :)

Davy: And everybody's 'appy!

Micky: *from under the table* Is it safe yet? ;)

Peter: You can come out now, Micky! It's ok! :)

Mike: Yeah. We're gonna help Davy get a car tomorrow.

Micky: *comes out* Groovy! And even better, everyone's still in one piece. ;)

Bartender: (As he wipes the table and picks up Mike's now-empty glass) Ok, fellas, I'm glad you're alive, but we're closing now. (Grins) Unless you want to wash dishes AND play music. ;)

Micky: Dishes? No thanks! :P :)

Davy: We'll take the 'int. ;)

Mike: Come on, guys. (Stumbles a bit; Peter helps him) Let's get the instruments and head out, so we can be up bright n' early to get Davy a car.

Peter: Mike, maybe we'd better help you. (Takes his friend's arm)

Mike: Pete, I ain't drunk. I only had a couple of drinks. Had worse in Texas.

Micky: Please. Dave and I will get the instruments. You guys go to the car. And, Mike, try to sit IN it, not next to it. ;)

Mike: (Pulls away from Peter, grumbling) I know where I'm goin'! Damn, you guys think I'll miss a cherry-red car... (Ambles outside)

Peter: (Follows him off-camera) Oh, Michael!

Micky: Maybe we should've bet with him. ;)

Davy: Could've made some money. ;)

(There's the sound of the door opening and closing, then stumbling, crashing, and "oows!")

Mike: (Off-camera) I meant to do that. :p

Micky: Uh huh, sure. :P ;)

*Micky and Davy shake their heads as they gather up the instruments.* ;)

(Fade out on Micky and Davy walking out with as many of the instruments as they can carry; fade in on the Pad's garage in 1972.)

Mike: ...And that's how we ended up gettin' two cars. Davy bought the jeep from the father of some girlfriend or the other the very next day.

Emma: And you've had them ever since?

Mike: Yeah...give or take a few miles. We didn't find out until a few weeks later the other reason the MonkeeMobile was a factory reject. Ernie neglected to mention that the weight those extra seats added could make her awful unpredictable, especially the motor and a lot of the back end.

Micky: *calls out from the corner* Ernie didn't know about that! Nyles was the one who figured that out.

Emma: Which is why you're still fixing the damn thing over seven years later. :p

Peter: Yeah. (Pats the MonkeeMobile) She's a great car, though, even when she doesn't work. :)

Mike: Yeah, mosta the time. She was actin' so cantankerous the time we went to Aunt Kate's, we had to rent a golf cart instead. :p

Peter: Maybe she knew something we didn't. Black Bart and his buddies wrecked that cart and we ended up having to take a bus home. :p

Davy: Would've taken forevah to get 'ome in that golf cart, anyway. :P

Mike: We couldn't take her to New York, either. We just weren't sure she'd actually make it.

Davy: That, and Mick was the only one willing to drive in New York. We weren't ready for that. :P ;)

Mike: I didn't wanna think of what he'd do to her.

Davy: Clear the sidewalks! ;)

Micky: I would not drive on the sidewalks! :P

(Emma and Mike laugh; so does Katie, even though she doesn't understand what's so funny.)

*Micky grumbles, still tinkering a bit.* :P

Emma: Speaking of Mick...(looks over her shoulder)...have you finished whatever you're working on now?

Micky: Yup. And I think it's gonna look rather familiar to everyone. *turns around; he holds a metal box-like item with a blue moving light going from side to side* Whadaya think? ;) :D

Peter: A police light?

Mike: (Groans) Mick...

(Emma just laughs.)

Katie: Ooh, pwetty, Unca Micky!

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Remember on the car version of Ursula from the future? *holds the light up again*

Davy: It's about time, mate. Where are you going to PUT it, though? ;) :P

Katie: (Her mother helps her out of the car, and she runs to Micky) Wanna see! Wanna see! :D

Micky: *grins* Just be careful, kiddo. This isn't a toy.

Katie: Wat is it? :-/

Micky: It's, well... *shrugs* It's a light. If I ever get a chance to work with Urse, I might be able to get her in the car, and we can use this along with her. :)

Mike: Hey, not a bad idea...IF we can figure out the logistics, and IF Ursula doesn't mind.

Katie: (Nods; she doesn't get it, but she likes the light) 'Kay, Unca Micky! :)

Micky: But we know the answer to both: we SAW the car itself already. ;) :D

Mike: Yeah, in the future. We ain't in the 80s yet.

Micky: It's gotta begin somewhere. :)

Mike: (Pats the MonkeeMobile) And I think it'll start...(grins) right here.

Emma: I just hope it doesn't cause more trouble than it's worth.

Katie: No! Pwetty! :D

Micky: What could go wrong? :)

*Everyone groans.* :P ;)

Micky: What?

(Everyone - even the twins - just give him a look as we fade out on the group, the cars, and the pulsing blue light.)