So, is everyone ready for some fun? ;)

Mike: As long as we don't end up in the pokey again.

Micky: I'm ready. ;)

(We open with Mike, Micky and Lauren walking into the ballroom. 100 fiberboard cubicles surround miniature kitchens, complete with stoves, small refrigerators, sinks, and counter space. The three make their way around the cubicles. Mike shakes his head.)

Mike: Would you get a load of all this stuff. This must be where they're holdin' the competition.

Lauren: Wow. I bet a lot of money was spent on all this!

Mike: Em says this is a big deal. The company that holds the Bake-Off really gets into promotin' it and the recipes that win.

Micky: I believe it.

Mike: It's gonna be on national TV tomorrow mornin' an' everythin'.

(They wander over to a small bandstand in the back of the room, behind the lines of cubicles. There's instruments and amps lined up around the bandstand, some of them covered.)

Mike: Well, lookie here. (He picks up a guitar and strums it) Not bad.

Micky: They must be having some entertainment.

Mike: (Looks around) I doubt it. It's more likely this stuff is for whatever goes on after the competition tomorrow.

Micky: Well, that's kinda stupid... tempt us like this.

Mike: (Shrugs) Hey, a romp's a romp, right? You have any ideas for things to do while Em's doin' her orientation thingie? I mean, it's not like we exactly need to sightsee. Micky’s seen Grauman's Chinese Theater enough times to move in there by now.

Micky: No kidding. (Grins) Though I never get tired of seeing it.

Lauren: *Sighs* You don't, but I do.

Mike: (He starts randomly plucking "What Am I Doin' Hangin' 'Round," just a few notes.) Are we just gonna stay at the hotel? There's a lot of great stuff around here - shoppin', a pool, a spa.

Micky: *Picks up another guitar* I wouldn't mind checking out the pool and doing some shopping.

Mike: A pool that ain't filled with all our kids an' their friends sounds good. How many of their new friends from kindergarten did the twins want to invite over this summer?

Micky: Everyone.

Mike: How are the kiddies handlin' bein' home from school now, anyway?

Micky: They're fine and loving it.

Mike: How are you handlin' them bein' home from school?

Micky: *Shrugs* I'm surviving.

Lauren: Barely.

Mike: All Katie can talk about is goin' to school next year. I don't know what Robbie's gonna do when she goes.

(Some of the people who were setting up in the back have gathered around the bandstand, listening to the music.)

Mike: (Grins at Micky) I think we have something here. (He continues to play the music...which launches us into a full "What Am I Doin' Hangin' 'Round?" Lauren picks up a tambourine and plays along, sitting on an amp near the drums.)

(Cut to the pool. Mike and Emma sit alongside it, chatting, both in their bathing suits. Emma leans against Mike's shoulder with a sigh. Mike pulls Emma closer to him and leans over to kiss her...when the camera cuts to Micky making a running jump into the pool right next to them! His cannonball sends a small tidal wave over the side that soaks Emma and Mike. Emma jumps up and runs off. Mike leans over and swats the chuckling Micky over the head.)

(Cut to the dining room. Miss Gray is preparing for lunch. She sets several pies and cakes on the dessert cart. She goes in the kitchen. The moment she's through the swinging door, a hand reaches out from under the nearest table and grabs a slice of pie.)

(Miss Gray comes out with a torte. She shakes her head, looking around? Where did that slice of pie go? She finally shrugs and goes back in the kitchen. When she does, we see the hand again, this time taking a slice of cake.)

(Miss Gray comes out with a carrot cake. She scratches her head when she notices the slice of cake is gone, too. Ok, baked goods don't get up and walk away! She grins and gets an idea. She moves the torte and puts a cup of coffee there instead. She goes to the kitchen door and opens it, but doesn't go in. The moment the door opens, the hand reaches out and snitches the coffee.)

(Suddenly, we hear an "OW!" Micky jumps out from under the table, his shirt now covered with hot coffee. Miss Gray points to the door. Out! This stuff isn't for free!)

(Cut to the ballroom. Micky is now on the drums. Al walks in with a couple of other people who are likely the other judges of the contest. A woman from the flour company that's sponsoring the Bake-Off is showing them the kitchen set-ups.)

*Al grins, seeing the guys on the bandstand. He manages to slip away from his group and make for the bandstand.*

(He leans over and asks Mike something we don't hear over the music. Mike shrugs and points to an instrument case behind the drums.)

*Al goes over to the case. Micky glances over his shoulder, quickly, to see what he's doing. A few moments later, Al rejoins Mike, saxophone in hand, and joins the song.*

(We get a few shots of Al with his saxophone, then cut to a gift shop. Emma walks out with a bag in her hand, passing Al. The camera then moves to the person she's motioning to. It might be Mike under the mountain of teddy bears, books, kids' toys, and t-shirts.)

(Mike sees Al trying to hide a chuckle as he teeters this way and that. Oh good, wanna help? He hands Al the pile and goes to catch up with Emma.)

*Micky picks off the top most packages, only to see Al scowling behind them. Micky replaces the packages and continues on, whistling.*

(Emma and Lauren share tea in the lounge, happily laughing with each other. Suddenly, they turn around as they see Al, Mike, and Micky roller-skate past their table, hitting a ball back and forth with rolled-up newspapers. After they pass by, they shrug and return to their tea. Then they hear the sound of breaking glass, an "oh shit" over the music, and see Officer Howlett roller skating furiously past their table. Then they return to their tea again.)

(Cut to the pool again. Mike's lounging on a raft in the pool. His eyes are closed. His fingers drift lazily over the surface of the water. The camera pans slowly over the water to what looks like a shark fin. People jump away, yelling "shark!" The shark fin drifts closer and closer to Mike, who doesn't even notice it...until Micky pops out of the water and yells "Boo!", scaring Mike off his raft and revealing the shark fin tied to his back.)

(Cut back to the guys. Al's giving an impressive solo. Mike points to at least six musical agents who want to sign him up.)

*Micky stands with a notepad, taking down their info.*

(Cut back to all three guys as the song ends. Emma walks in again, this time with a larger group of contestants. She heads to the back after the others split up.)

Emma: Hey, guys. What are you doing here?

Mike: (Taps his guitar) Oh, just hangin' 'round.

Micky: *Grins* We got a little bored.

Emma: (Looks at her watch) Why don't we just do some stuff around the hotel while everyone else goes and does the typical sightseeing tours? We could take in the pool, do some shopping, maybe order lunch from room service.

Lauren: Fine by me.

Mike: (Shrugs) Yeah, as much as I'd like to go out, there's plenty to do here...and like we were sayin' earlier, how often do we get a pool all to ourselves and a few other adults?

Al: And I'd better rejoin the judges before they send the search party out for me.

Emma: Yeah. You guys have a shorter session to go through about the contestants and how to judge the contest, right?

Al: *Nods* Right.

Mike: (Grins) Hey, wanna meet us for that big shindig they're supposed to be havin' in the main dinin' room for the contestants and their guests tonight?

Emma: We'd love to have you, Al.

Al: I'd love to! Beats sitting in my room, trying to figure out how to make oatmeal with the coffee pot.

Emma: I could help you there. You wouldn't believe what I did with a coffee pot in college.

Al: Actually, I'm quite handy with a coffee pot. I don't think it'd keep me occupied for very long.

Mike: Meet us here at 7. (Whispers to Al's ear) And watch out for that Officer Howlett. I think he's still mad about the roller skates incident. That baseball in the ear couldn't have felt good.

Al: No kidding.

Emma: (Takes Mike's arm) Why don't we all go swimming?

Mike: (Nods) Sounds good. (Takes the guitar off with his other arm) Ready for the pool, Mick?

Micky: *Leaves the drum kit* You'd better believe it!

Mike: That'll get him anytime.

Emma: (As she and Mike walk off the bandstand) See you tonight, Al!

Micky: *He and Lauren wave* See ya later!

Al: Bye! *Heads off to catch up with the group*

(Fade out on Al rejoining the judges. Fade in on the room upstairs. At first, the only person we get a glimpse of is Emma. She wears a periwinkle blue sunddress with a two-tiered polka-dot ruffled skirt, white sandals, and a white knitted wrap. She's pulling her hair into an elegant twist.)

Emma: Would you guys hurry already? The party for the contestants will be starting soon!

Micky: *Whines* Do I HAVE to wear this?!

Lauren: *Enters the room* He is impossible!

Mike: (He comes out in his white tux seen in several stories, most recently "The Monkees and the Lost City of Gold") Aw, come on, Mick. It's only for a few hours. (Mike tugs at his sleeves)

*Micky trudges out, frowning. He wears a regular black tux that would look quite flattering on him...if it weren't for the deep frown and folded arms.*

Lauren: Mick, you look great. I don't know what your problem is.

Micky: How do you feel about wearing dresses, babe?

Lauren: *Blinks* Oh. Never mind, Mick.

Emma: I think you both look smashing.

Mike: Or Mick would, if his face didn't look like he just ate fifteen lemons.

Micky: Funny.

Emma: (She finishes with her hair) Micky, come on. Think of the food! Remember what we had for breakfast this morning?

Micky: Oh, I'm ready for the food.

Emma: See? It won't be so bad. You'll get to meet lots of nice people, too. I met some great cooks at the orientation this morning.

Micky: *Snorts* All better than me.

Emma: Are you still angry you didn't make it into the finals?

Micky: Yes.

Lauren: He holds a grudge well, doesn't he?

Mike: Micky, grow up. You might make it in next year.

Emma: Just because you didn't make it in doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself.

Micky: Yeah, maybe if I choose something normal.

Mike: Micky, stop moping and think of Chef Kurtson's pastries. Maybe you can ask him for some tips. He seemed like a pretty nice guy.

Micky: I'm definitely gonna talk to him.

Emma: (Hears a knock on the door) That's probably Al. Could someone get the door? I'm still messing with my hair.

Lauren: I'll get it. *Goes to the door*

Al: *Stands at the door* Everyone ready to hob-nob?

Emma: I am.

Mike: Me too. Don't know if I can say that for certain other people. (Eyes Micky)

Al: *Nods* I'm sorta getting that idea from the look on his face.

Emma: I'm sure he'll be fine once he can get to the pastry cart without upsetting Miss Gray.

Lauren: Perhaps we should go so we can prove that.

Emma: (Takes Mike's arm) Shall we, my dear?

Mike: Of course, Master Cake Chef.

Emma: I think I like the sound of that.

Micky: *Takes Lauren's arm* Shall we, babe?

Lauren: Let’s, sourpuss.

*Al chuckles.*

(We fade out on the couples, and other well-dressed people joining them in the hallways on their way to the lobby.)