(A few days after Mike is turned back into an adult, the group is rehearsing in the Rainbow Room at Micky and Lauren's house. Emma and Lauren sit with the twins on the floor, playing with blocks.)

Peter: (As Mike finishes his rendition of "I Don't Think You Know Me") Hey, guys, I've got to leave early. I have the Music Society meeting with Valerie, then she's got to go do stuff at the Montgomery House and I'm going to pick up my tux from the cleaners'. :)

Emma: You're still going to meet us at Millie's for late lunch, right?

Peter: (Nods) Yeah. Valerie says she's kind of busy right now, but she'll try to meet us there, too.

Lauren: Hopefully BEFORE Millie runs out of goodies. ;)

Mike: Micky, you're limted to half of everything she has. ;)

Micky: *pouts* Aw!

Davy: If you get too big, you won't be able to fit in your tux to play at the weddin'! ;)

Micky: I'll have you know I haven't gained any weight in atleast three years. :P

*Lauren rolls her eyes, then shakes her head.* :P ;)

Mike: (Looks over his shoulder, grinning at Micky's slender body) No kiddin'. ;)

Micky: I don't come here to be insulted, you know. :P

Peter: Oh, come on, guys! It's a free country and Micky should be able to eat as much as he wants!

Lauren: *pokes Micky* Where do you usually go? ;)

Micky: The Insultitorium is nice this time of year... ;)

(Davy and Mike chuckle; Emma giggles)

Lauren: Where is that, anyway? ;)

Emma: (Shakes her head as the babies build with blocks) Aren't they silly boys, kids? ;)

Micky: It's anywhere that any of you decide to pick on me. ;)

Mike: I should hope we are. We've been practicin' it enough, bein' silly. ;)

Lauren: Mick doesn't need practice. ;)

Micky: Because I'm already perfect! ;)

*Lauren slaps her forehead.* ;) :P

Mike: A perfect fool. ;)

Davy: You're perfect? Where? ;)

Peter: You guys are always pickin' on Micky!

Micky: *waves them on* Come on, let 'em all out...

Emma: (To the babies) Your uncles are picking on Daddy again. It's the closest most of them get to sports. ;)

*Lauren laughs outright.* ;)

Micky: *sighs* Apparently, it's the World Series, too. :P

Mike: Hey! I'll have you know, Emma Redmer Nesmith...

Emma: That your idea of a sport is fixing a carbuerator. ;) :p

Mike: Car ain't gonna run without it!

(Peter is putting his banjo and bass away, looking thoughtful and a bit scared.)

Davy: Come on, guys. I've got rehearsal for that pirate musical all day. I can't spend all day slingin' our finest jokes at Mick. ;)

Emma: Save 'em for later, then. ;)

Davy: I think I'll store one or two for latah. ;)

Lauren: Gotta save something for a rainy day. ;)

Micky: Ha ha ha. *gives a razz* :P ;)

Mike: Yeah, I've got work today, too. :p

Emma: How did you convince Alexandra O'Malley to let us have this week off?

Micky: He used his devastating charm. ;)

Mike: Actually, she and Val and Pete made a deal for her to bring over all her great equipment to Val's place for us to use durin' the weddin' and the reception. ;)

Peter: We just have to play extra hours when Valerie and I get back in July, and Valerie is going to have her dad advertise the Club Fairview in his stores. :)

Emma: Excited about the wedding, Peter?

Micky: Look at how slowly he's twitching. ;)

Peter: (Nods) Yeah! I love Valerie so much! (Gulps) But...I'm scared, too.

(Everyone chuckles at Micky, including Peter. :) )

Mike: That's ok, Pete. You know how Em and I and Mick and Lauren were at OUR weddings!

Peter: I just hope we can make this work. Valerie's dad wanted a big wedding, but it just didn't seem right.

Micky: It'll be wonderful, Big Peter. :)

Mike: I understand that, Pete, and I'm sure Val's dad will come around. He doesn't seem like such a bad guy.

Peter: Oh, no, he's a very nice man, for a millionare.

Mike: You know we're STILL there to give you moral support, buddy. ;)

Micky: Darn right!

Peter: Please don't dress as my broker, tailor, and yacht captain this time, though! ;) :p

Micky: What would you like us to dress as? ;)

Peter: Well, like Valerie told me, just be yourselves! :)

Mike: You SURE you want us to do that? ;)

Micky: Man, I don't know if I CAN do that... :P ;)

Emma: Addendum. Be yourselves...but TRY to behave somewhat. ;)

Mike: Save some food for the other guests, Mick.

Micky: Ohhhh! :P

Emma: Davy, don't flirt with EVERYTHING in a skirt.

Davy: Can I flirt with the birds in pants, then? ;)

(Micky hits him over the head with a drumstick. ;) )

Lauren: Flirt with Daphne, Dave. *rolls her eyes, grinning* ;)

Davy: She did say she were wearin' a nice pink pantsuit to the weddin'. ;) :D

Lauren: Well, there you go! ;)

Emma: And Mike...be nice, and for heaven's sake, don't get so angry you turn into a wolf! :p

Mike: I ain't turned into a wolf since the incident with my double. :p

Davy: I thought I 'eard someone 'owlin' at the moon behind the Pad the other night.

Mike: Very funny, Dave. :p

Peter: That was Mrs. Purdy's dog Duke! He got loose again.

Lauren: Yeah? I could've sworn Mick was out on the beach howling! ;)

Micky: Babe! :P

(Valerie walks in as everyone laughs, even the babies.)

Valerie: Am I interrupting something amusing? ;)

Peter: Nope! We were just rehearsing. :)

Micky: And the daily Micky-bashing. *makes a face* :P

Emma: Just making sure these naughty boys will be good at the wedding. ;)

Lauren: Or else. :P ;)

Mike: Well, if I can get you behind that big azaela bush...

Emma: No, honey. Save that for home. ;)

Mike: Man... :p

*Micky laughs outright.*

Peter: Promise us you'll be good!

Valerie: My dad is going to have some fairly important friends at the wedding.

Micky: *takes on a proper air* I shall be on my best behavior. :)

Lauren: Oh, brother...

Davy: (Also takes on a proper air) As shall I, oh Lady Valerie and Lord Petah. ;)

Lauren: Isn't it getting a little thick in here? ;)

Peter: (Sniffs) Seems the same as ever!

Valerie: (Laughs, shaking her head) Oh, Peter!

Valerie: We'll see you guys later for lunch. :)

Mike: Wouldn't miss it. :D

Micky: WIld horses couldn't drag me away! ;)

Emma: Me either. I have morning work, but I should be off in time for lunch at Millie's.

Mike: Or wild anything else. ;)

Davy: I should be able to get a lunch houah.

(Peter and Valerie walk off together, arm in arm.)

Lauren: They're so sweet! :)

Mike: (Smiles as he puts Black Beauty away) Yeah, they are cute. :)

Emma: Peter's scared about the wedding, but I think it's more the typical pre-marriage jitters than anything.

Mike: (Shakes his head) He's still a little worried about fittin' into Val's crowd.

Micky: *waves it off* Pete will do just fine. :)

Emma: He's taking this a lot better than you or Mick did, honey. :)

Mike: He's seen our examples. He knows what to do. ;)

Davy: And wot not to do. ;)

Micky: I was gonna say that! And I had good reason... :P

Mike: Yeah, we both did. We're lucky we GOT to our weddin's. :p

Micky: No kidding. :P

Emma: I hope nothing goes wrong with those two. They're so happy.

(Emma pats Shelly, who is falling asleep on her shoulder.)

Mike: Yeah, well, someone seems determined to keep us single.

Davy: (Makes a face) And I know who. Wot's WITH that bloomin' devil woman?

Lauren: *growls* Don't know, don't care... just want another piece of her... X-(

Micky: Whoa, down, babe!

Emma: She's taking pieces for me, Mick. She has permission. X(

Lauren: Thank you.

Mike: Wouldn't mind sinkin' my teeth into her leg for what she did to Em n' me in January. :p X(

Micky: Hey, I still owe her, too! X-(

Davy: Let's not even staht how badly I'd like to get me 'ands on 'er. X(

Emma: I wonder what happened to her. We haven't heard hide nor hair of her in six months.

Mike: Must mean she's plannin' somethin' big.

Micky: Knowing our luck... :P

Davy: Don't forget she cahn't 'ide as well as she used to, at least not from us. She's got those scratches now.

Lauren: *grins* Yeah. ;)

Emma: We just need to look for a tall, thin woman wearing heavy make-up. We know she won't show up at the Cartwright Mansion or the Club Fairview, though. Alexandra hired more security after January...and both security teams know what to look for.

Davy: She's on 'er own again, too. She don't 'ave Zero or Marcovich to 'elp 'er.

Mike: I've been feelin' funny lately, though. The old warnin' stomachache.

Davy: Me too. Somethin's up.

Micky: Oh, man. I was hoping that was indigestion. :P

Emma: (Makes a face) I was hoping it was my prengnancy... :p

Lauren: Awe, geez. I was hoping it was something Mick made for supper... :P

Micky: Hey!

(Nervous chuckles around the room.)

Mike: I wonder if we should get a hold of Val and Pete and remind them to be careful.

Emma: I'm sure they're fine (grins) Papa Wolf. They know what to look for.

Mike: Yeah, well, both their minds are on this weddin', and Pete's so trustin'. I couldn't stand to see him turned into a dog again. :p :(

Emma: I'm sure they'll be ok, honey.

Mike: (Sighs and looks to the door Peter and Valerie just left out of; to himself) I hope so, darlin’. I hope so.