Everyone ready to see me compete?

Mike: We're all rootin' for ya, darlin'.

Micky: Still wish I was in there...

Lauren: You're impossible, Mick.

(We open with great fanfare as Mike, Lauren, and Micky find seats in the rows of folding chairs that have been set up for guests in the ballroom. The kitchens are still empty as of yet. The crew runs around, taking care of last minute details. Our old friend Arthur Rupert makes his way around camera crews, introducing everything that's going on.)

Mike: (Scans the crowd) Good, we ain't missed it yet.

Lauren: This is so exciting!

Mike: Yeah, man. I can't believe Em made it this far. (He looks at a glossy pamphlet in his lap) Arthur Rupert's gonna do the introductions, and then we're gonna have the parade of Judges and Contestants.

Lauren: Mick, no throwing spit balls, okay?

Micky: Sure, take away all my fun.

Mike: You better not have brought the flares.

Micky: No, I didn't bring the flares.

Mike: This is Em's big chance. Don't go doin' somethin' stupid just 'cause someone didn't live your Liver and Onion Muffins.

Micky: I won't do anything to mess with Em. Don't worry.

Mike: Don't mess with the other contestants or the judges, either.
Micky: I don't have anything against the other contestants or most of the judges.

Lauren: Mick, just leave Al alone, please.

Mike: Yeah, man. Let Al do his job.

Arthur Rupert: (He walks up to the crowd holding a microphone, the cameras following him) We're here at the Big Bake-Off, the premiere contest for bakers and cooks across the country! In just a few moments, we'll see the judges and the 100 contestants who will compete in nine categories.

Mike: (As the camera cuts back to him, Lauren, and Micky) Em's competin' in the Cakes and Tortes category.

Arthur Rupert: There will be a first, second, and third place winner selected from each category. The first prize winner receives $25,000, a new Whirlwind stove, and a year's supply of Millsberry's Grand Flour, the choice of bakers from coast to coast.

Mike: (Whispers to Micky) We sure could use that money, not to mention the stove. The flour would make Em happy.

Micky: *Nods* I certainly wish her luck.

Arthur Rupert: (He's now interviewing people in the crowd; he grins when he sees Mike, Micky, and Lauren) And here's a likely trio. (Puts his microphone under Micky's nose) What's your name, son?

Micky: *Grins* Micky Dolenz.

Arthur Rupert: And Mr. Dolenz, who are you here to cheer on? Your wife or girlfriend?

Micky: My buddy's wife.

Arthur Rupert: You having a good time this weekend, Micky?

Micky: Yeah, I am.

Arthur Rupert: Any message for the family back home?

Micky: *Shrugs* Just a little something for my kids: buzz, buzz, buzz.

Arthur Rupert: (Raises his eyebrows) Um, yes. Bringing honey home?

Micky: Inside joke.

Arthur Rupert: Well, ok, thank you, Micky! (He moves on to an older couple, and Mike grins)

Mike: Man, we're on national television! We ain't done that in a while.

Micky: Ain't it great?

Mike: I'll bet more people are watchin' this than the entire run of our movie.

Micky: It's possible.

Arthur Rupert: (He leaves the older couple as we hear music in the distance) And here they come, folks! The judges and contestants of the 25th Annual Millsberry Flour Bake-Off!

(The doors to the ballroom open. The first people we see are Officer Howlett and a squad of security men. They're followed by an older man and woman wearing sashes that say "President" and "Vice President," then by the group of judges in good clothes and suits, including Al.)

Mike: (Points to the parade) Hey, there's Al.

*Micky grins and waves at Al. Al just gives him a look.*

Lauren: Mick...

Mike: Micky, be good, ok?

Arthur Rupert: Our distinguished panel of judges are well-known cooks and chefs from across the country. (He stops next to Al) And here's one of them, one of the LA area's most popular cooks, Al Blueton! Mr. Blueton, may I have a word with you?

Al: Sure. What word would you like?

Arthur Rupert: Um, well, how do you feel about being a judge for the Bake-Off?

Al: It's a great honor. I can't wait to see all the different recipes come together. These are the best of the best. And trust me, there were some entries I couldn't believe people thought it a good idea to send in!

Arthur Rupert: I'll bet you got some lulus.

Al: One of the entrants actually called me and rattled on for three hours about how badly they wanted to be in the competition.

Arthur Rupert: Three hours? Was this guy trying out for a cooking competition or a part in a movie?

Al: No, he just couldn't handle rejection.

*Micky growls, but Lauren pinches him.*

Lauren: *whispers* Stop it, Mick. You brought it on yourself.

Arthur Rupert: (Sees the next group coming in, this one much larger and with more fanfare) Thank you, Mr. Blueton! And here comes our contestants!

(The camera focuses on the contestants. They're as young as 13 and as old as 90. They all wear decent casual clothes, jeans and good t-shirts and sweaters and sneakers and shorts, and an apron with the Millsberry Flour logo on it. Emma waves to Mike, Micky, and Lauren as she passes, a big grin on her face.)

Mike: (Looks at his pamphlet) They're gonna begin soon. They have a couple of hours to make and bake two of their recipe - one for the judges, and one to be photographed.

Micky: I've always thought that's kinda a waste. I wonder if they let anyone eat the one that gets photographed?

Mike: I imagine everythin' gets eaten eventually. Maybe the stage crew gets to eat them after they're photographed.

Arthur Rupert: (As a man dressed like a giant marshmallow wearing a chef's hat passes by) And here's the Millsberry Marshmallow Man! Wonder if he's married to the Millsberry Lady, Wanda Millsberry?

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) This is startin' to get goofy.

President: (He steps up to the bandstand at the back of the ballroom) Hello, everyone! My name is Arnold Millsberry, President and CEO of Millsberry Flour. We would like to congratulate all of you for making it to the final round of the 1975 Millsberry Flour Bake-Off!

(Wild cheers go up from around the room.)

Mr. Millsberry: In a few minutes, our contestants will begin competing for prizes...but more importantly, for the chance to have their creation shown off to the world! We will be promoting the prize-winning recipes on our boxes and in our cookbooks for years to come.

(More applause. The camera cuts to Emma, who just looks excited.)

(It cuts to Al, who still looks a little dreamy.)

(It cuts to Mike and Lauren, who listen as the President winds down his speech.)

Mr. Millsberry: Good luck to all of you, and we'll see you at noon, when we'll announce the winners and the Grand Prize winner!

Mike: (As the cheering and clapping winds down and the contestants make their way to the mini-kitchens) Boy, that guy was a talker, wasn't he? I'm glad I'm not in his board meetin's.

Lauren: Otherwise known as nap time.

Mike: Looks like they're about to begin. (Frowns) Hey, where's Micky?

Lauren: *Looks round* Oh no.

("She" begins as the camera pans down to the contestants. We see various people at work. Maria, the elderly Hispanic woman, mixes what looks like a pie crust. Walter, the divorced father, mixes cookie batches. Dee dumps flour and cream in a bowl and adds seafood. Emma carefully measures flour and spices.)

(The judges wander among the contestants, checking out their work. Al leans a little too close to the college boy who cheered the end of the speech the night before and almost falls into his tuna casserole.)

*Micky walks past one of the stations, nonchalantly dipping his finger into the pie filling and licking it without being noticed.*

(Al inspects some very green pie filling, testing it for radiation.)

(Al walks past Micky...and trips over a leg that seems to just somehow be sticking out. He flies right into a group of judges testing a pie filling. The bowl of filling goes flying onto Al's head!)

*Micky continues on as though nothing happened.*

(Al joins a young man who seems to be making some kind of spicy soup with sausages. He says it's a special gumbo he learned while living in New Orleans. He lets Al taste a little of the soup. Al seems fine for a few minutes, but suddenly, he turns a vicious shade of crimson! Smoke pours out of his ears, and animated flame comes out of his mouth! He runs around, looking for anything cool, before he finally dunks his head in one of the coolers kept for drinks for the spectators.)

(Micky walks past Emma, who is busy putting her cakes in the oven. He swipes the bowl of icing while her back is turned.)

(Al is walking along with his fellow judges...and doesn't notice a bowl has been put in front of him. He steps in the bowl of icing and lands flat in a lemon meringue pie that was just photographed.)

(A tiny little old woman smiles when Micky hands her a bowl to make her shepherds pie in. Oh, what a nice young man! She ruffles his hair and hugs him, revealing herself to be far stronger than your average tiny old lady!)

*Micky grins at her as he staggers away after the hug.*

(Maria is making a Cuban Meat Pie. As Al inspects the ingredients, we see a hand that's about to knock him into the bowl of meat...until Officer Howlett strolls by. Suddenly, the fingers on the hand snaps, and the hand vanishes.)

(The camera follows Officer Howlett back to the seats as the song winds down. Lauren is sitting there alone. Mike comes back with two cans of soda. He gives one to Lauren and sits down with the other himself, putting his feet on the empty seat in front of him.)

Mike: Sorry darlin', I couldn't find him anywhere.

Lauren: He's probably crawling under the tables. *Frowns* And I have a feeling he's the one messing with Al.

Mike: Yeah. Poor guy's been on the floor more than he has checkin' the food. (Frowns) And I don't think he's recovered from whatever Mick gave us last night as well as I did. He ain't as used to Mick's chemicals.

Lauren: *Shakes her head* Doesn't seem like it. (Growls) When I get my hands on Mick...

Mike: It ain't half as bad as what Em n' I will do. He better not have screwed this up for Em.

Emma: (She joins Micky and Lauren) Guys, I only have a few minutes. They just photographed my cupcakes and will be announcing the winners soon. (Makes a face) What happened to Micky?

Mike: You tell us. We can't find him. :P

Emma: I think he stole my first bowl of icing. Mary Worthington says the bowl with her leftover filling from her Viennese Chocolate Pie is missing, too. :P

Mike: That does it. We HAVE to find him.

Emma: And I have to get back to my work space. (She rushes over there, just in time for Al and the judges to admire her dark-brown cupcakes, covered lavishly with creamy light brown frosting.)

Mike: (Helps Lauren stand) You know him best of just about anyone 'cept his mother. If you were Mick, where would you hide?

Lauren: He's probably curled up under a table somewhere, licking a bowl clean.

Emma: (She smiles as Al and the other judges walk away) Thank you! (Turns to Micky and Lauren as they walk up to her) Have you found him?

Mike: No. We think he's probably hidin' under somethin'.

Emma: (Sighs) We'll never find him. I'm lucky the refrigerators were well-stocked just in case you ran out of icing or batter and needed to make more.

*Suddenly, a burp emits from under Emma's table.*

Lauren: Uh, I think we found him...

Mike: Yeah... (Sniffs and leans over, his nose going crazy. He opens the cupboard under Emma's work space...revealing Micky, chocolate around his mouth, fingers in a bowl of dark brown goo.)

Emma: George Michael Dolenz!

Mike: (Drags Micky out by his collar) You have a lot of explainin' to do, fella.

Micky: Ow, ow, ow! I was hungry, bored, and unhappy!

Mike: Stealin' ain't a nice way to relieve that.

Emma: Micky, where did you get that bowl?

Micky: Somewhere.

Emma: Did you get it from the woman next to me?

Micky: Maybe.

Emma: Micky, I'm ashamed of you.

Mike: Yeah, man. You're lucky we didn't turn you into Officer Howlett.

Lauren: You’ll lucky if Al doesn't.

Emma: Why were you picking on Al? That had to be you.

Micky: Because he didn't let me in the competition!

Lauren: You've GOT to let that go, Mick.

Emma: Oh, Micky! If anything's happened because of you, I'll... (But lucky for Micky, the judges have made their way to the bandstand at the back of the room. The President walks up to the podium again.)

Mr. Millsberry: Attention, please! It gives me great pleasure to announce the winners of the 25th annual Millsberry Flour Bake-Off! (As he opens an envelope, we cut back to Emma, Lauren, and Micky)

Mike: (Over the sounds of cheering and clapping) I hope he don't go on forever like he did earlier.

Emma: Shh, baby! I want to hear the winners!

Mr. Millsberry: And now for the winners of the Cake and Torte category. Third prize goes to (checks the envelope) Mrs. Emma Nesmith of Malibu Beach, California with her Chocolate Buttermilk Cupcakes.

Emma: Oh baby! (She turns to Mike and hugs him happily, then runs up to the bandstand to receive her award)

Mike: That's my darlin'.

Lauren: I knew she could do it!

*Micky claps.*

Mr. Millsberry: And the Grand Prize Winner is...Miss Dee Merriweather for her Southern Seafood Chowder!

(Little Dee looks absolutely enthralled and starts hugging everyone around her, even Emma. She pats the girl on the back with a smile.)

Mike: (As Al joins them) Hey, Al. Feelin' better?

Al: *Sighs* Depends on your definition of "better."

Mike: Are you still ready to toss your breakfast?

Al: *Makes a face* No... *Glares at Micky* I am ready to have a little 'chat' with a certain someone.

Micky: *Innocent smile* Who? Me?

Mike: Do it later. We're gonna go out on the town to celebrate. I'm takin' Em to dinner somewhere other than this hotel.

Lauren: *Now she glares at Micky* And I think someone owes me a nice dinner.

Micky: Sure, babe!

Mike: You have a good time, Al. (Pats him on the shoulder as he goes over to Emma, who is happily having her picture taken with the other winners)

Al: *Sighs* I knew I should've stuck with working with puppets.

(And we fade out on Al as he joins the other judges being photographed. We end with a photographer taking a picture of Emma, Mike, Lauren, and Micky...and the shot fades into a black-and-white "photograph" off all four of them as they head off happily.)