Well, anyway, while we're feeling naughty, shall we continue the story? ;)
Yeah! ;)
Valerie: Some of us do NOT like living with the spirits of the dead.
Shelia: To each their own. ;)
Ronnie: (Frowns) Darling, how could you feel inferior to (nods at Peter, watching helplessly in the cage) HIM? :p
Valerie: (Sighs) He's a wonderful musician, the best I ever heard. I'm a good pianist, but nothing like him. He can write music, teach it, and play in almost every musical genre.
(Peter beams behind the bars. :D )
*The kittens grin.* ;)
*Shelia makes a face.* :P
Ronnie: (nods at the cats) What are we going to do with those two meddlers over there?
(Peter looks up at the cats, frightened; Valerie does, too. :( )
Valerie: You'd BETTER not hurt either of them. X(
(Peter nods in agreement.)
Shelia: Well, I could use them as collectors. ;)
Ronnie: Collectors?
Valerie: (Eyes flare) DON'T YOU DARE!
(Peter gulps.)
Shelia: *smirks* Soul collectors. >:)
Ronnie: (Puts a hand reflexively on his heart) S..soul? :o
Shelia: *nods* Right.
Ronnie: Oh, my...
Valerie: (Glares at Ronnie) See what you've gotten yourself - and us - into? :p
Ronnie: (Goes to the two kittens and kneels by their cages) But, how...
Shelia: I'm the devil. *shrugs* ;)
Ronnie: (Smirks, scratching Lauren behind the ears) They ARE rather cute, especially this one. ;)
Valerie: Ronnie, get AWAY from them! X(
*Micky bares his teeth at Ronnie.* ;)
*Lauren tries to shake Ronnie away.* :P
Ronnie: (Makes a face) Now, that's not very grateful of you, kitty. I was only giving you a nice scratch. (Glares at Micky) Oh, stop that, Dolenz. I'm not hurting your girlfriend. :p
Valerie: WIFE, Ronnie. She's his WIFE.
*Micky sticks out his little pink tongue.* :P
(Peter nods, also making a face.)
*Shelia rolls her eyes.*
Ronnie: Well, I stand corrected. I didn't think any woman would find your skinny little body husband material, Dolenz. ;)
Valerie: He's a wonderful husband! He and Lauren adore each other! X(
*Micky tries to swat a paw at Ronnie.* X-(
Ronnie: (Swats Micky) Knock it off, Dolenz. :p
*Micky lets out a growl.*
Ronnie: (Takes Micky and squeezes him) How would you like to be mashed into kitty pate, Dolenz? X(
*Micky whines.* :P
Valerie: (Screams) RONNIE, PUT HIM DOWN! x(
*Shelia chuckles faintly.*
(Peter's eyes widen and he frowns. :( )
*Lauren watches wide eyed, whimpering.*
*Micky tries to swat Ronnie again.*
Ronnie: They adore each other, huh? (Squeezes Micky again, then drops him) I supposed it would hurt them if they were apart?
Valerie: Yes! They're soulmates! Peter and I are, too! X( :p
*Micky shakes his head.* :P
(Peter nods emphatically.)
Shelia: *grins* Perhaps it would be best if they ARE separated.
Ronnie: I could keep one of them here with me.
(Peter's eyes are filling with tears again.)
Valerie: God damn it, Ronnie, leave them ALONE!
Shelia: And I'll keep the other.
Ronnie: (Stands) Now, which to keep...
Shelia: *smirks* Doesn't seem like such a tough choice. ;)
Ronnie: (Picks up the cage with Lauren in it) She's rather sweet, isn't she, with those big blue eyes? ;)
*Lauren sticks out her little pink tongue.* :P
Valerie: Ronnie, if you hurt her...
(Peter shakes his head, sobbing.)
Shelia: *grins at Micky* Excellent. ;)
Ronnie: You watch where you put that tongue, young lady.
*Lauren whimpers again.*
Valerie: Ronnie, put her down!
*Micky howls.* :P
Ronnie: Oh, I'll put her down. (Puts her down on a chaise lounge.)
(Ronnie takes Lauren out of the cage and strokes her fuzzy chest.)
Ronnie: Yes, you're a pretty thing, little one. (Makes a face at Micky) Oh, DO shut up, Dolenz!
*Micky frowns, continuing to make noise.* :P
Valerie: Damn it... X(
Shelia: Perhaps we could use a little silence. ;)
*Micky's eyes widen.*
(Peter puts his head in his useless paws, sobbing helplessly. Valerie tugs angrily at her bonds.)
Valerie: DON'T GO NEAR ANY OF THEM! X(
*Shelia kneels in front of Micky's cage and rubs her fingers against his throat. His whines are cut off.*
Ronnie: (Eyes widen) What...how...
Shelia: *smirks again* It's all part of being the devil, Ronnie. ;)
(Peter closes his eyes, more tears squeezing out.)
*Micky shakes his head wildly, his eyes still wide.*
Ronnie: (Continues stroking Lauren) Now, little darling, what shall we do with you? ;) >:)
Valerie: You'll do NOTHING with her! X(
*Lauren whines.* :-O
Shelia: It's your choice. ;)
Ronnie: Maybe you'd like to play with her, Shelia, seeing how you can do so many...interesting...things. Maybe you could do what you did to Valerie to her, too. >:)
Shelia: *grins* An excellent choice. I've yet a chance to read her soul. >:)
*Lauren shakes her head.*
*Micky paws the bars of his cage.* :P X-(
Ronnie: Yes, an excellent choice. (He hands Lauren over to Shelia.)
(Peter looks up from his paws sadly.)
Shelia: (Takes Lauren in her arms) Now, don't worry, little Mother. We'll just have a little information from you. It won't hurt...much. ;) >:)
(Valerie struggles angrily. X( )
*Micky tries to howl. He keeps pawing the bars, frowning.* X-(
(Peter sobs and tries to paw the bars, but his front paws still won't work.)
*Lauren tries to wiggle out of Shelia's grip.*
Shelia: Now, now, dear, we want you still during this operation. (She lays Lauren on her lap and rubs the top of her head in circles)
Ronnie: Muddling?
Shelia: Muddling. ;) >:)
*Micky has both paws through the bars of the cage, reaching out to Lauren, even though there's no way to reach her.* :((
*Lauren's struggles slow, then stop.*
Shelia: Very good. (She runs her fingers across the kitten's chest, kneading them into her skin)
*Micky is futily trying to squeeze through the bars of the cage.*
(Peter tries to push his body against the cage. Valerie struggles as hard as she can.)
Shelia: Ahhh...our little Mother is fearful not only for herself, but for her husband, her friends, and for what will become of their children if they never return to them.
Ronnie: Mother?
Shelia: I'll explain later.
*Micky paws the cage bars again.*
Shelia: She's especially afraid for Micky, as he's been...in my employ...before. She fears his powers, what they can do.
*Micky pauses, frowning.*
*Lauren whimpers slightly.*
Shelia: Now, now, Mother, I'm finding out a great deal. ;) (Runs her fingers along her chest) You envy Michael and Emma, who were married longer before Emma became pregnant and had more time to know one another.
You envy your husband's musical abilities, especially his fine singing voice.
*Micky's eyes close.*
(Peter pushes hard at the bars with his body again.)
Shelia: She fears I may somehow separate their group, as she has a small family and the others are practically her brothers and sisters.
*Micky's eyes open again & he nods.*
Shelia: She's afraid for her children, for their safety, that I or someone else may someday try to take them from her.
*Micky nods more vigorously.* :P
*Lauren whines slightly.*
Shelia: Most of all, she's terrified that I may...encourage...her husband to return to my employ and force the rest of her friends and her children into slavery. ;)
Ronnie: All that...in such a tiny body?
Shelia: Quite. ;) >:)
*Micky shakes his head wildly.* :P
Shelia: *smirks* Now, Ronnie, what do you have in mind for your Valerie? ;)
Valerie: Ronnie, don't you do something stupid. (Makes a face) More stupid than you already have. :p
*Micky swats again.* X-(
Ronnie: (Sits on the bed next to the bound Valerie) I want her to listen to me. She's so willful. Always has to be the aristocrat, to have everything her way. Tork has her hypnotized with his silly notions of utopian societies and drop-ins and love-ins and this-ins and that-ins!
Valerie: No, he doesn't! I agree with him! I don't LIKE the things that are going on in the world any more than he does!
Ronnie: (Takes Valerie's hand and turns to Shelia) You see?
Shelia: *nods* I see.
Valerie: Ronnie, do you want to live in a society that condones war and emphasizes greed over love?
(Peter shakes his head in agreement, smiling through tears. :) )
Valerie: Ronnie, you want the perfect little wife. I'm NOT a cute little socialite in a cute little ruffled Barbie doll dress, like your mother! :p
(Peter nods again.)
Ronnie: (Rubs her hand) Now, Valerie, how can we get these silly notions out of your head? I don't want you to be a doll. I just want you to accept what you are.
Valerie: I HATE what I am!
*Shelia smirks.*
Ronnie: (Turns to Shelia) She's been impossible ever since she began dating Tork...and she's always been a rather willful girl, even in school.
Valerie: Ronnie, please. Let us go. You're not a devil, Ronnie. You're not like her.
Shelia: Perhaps you could use your powers on her, Ronnie. ;)
Ronnie: (Looks at Shelia) How?
(Peter pushes harder at the cage, watching helplessly.)
Shelia: Concentrate on the way you want her to act.
Valerie: (Screams) NO! NO! DON'T!
(Peter watches, pushing as hard as he can.)
*Micky is trying to paw the lock on his cage.*
Shelia: Do it, Ronnie...
Ronnie: I'm doing this for you, darling. (Pulls a pocket watch out of his pocket) Now, Valerie, why don't you just watch this? (Swings it in front of her)
Valerie: No...
Ronnie: (Pushes it closer to her eyes) Oh, but you will, my dearest. You will be the perfect wife.
Valerie: (Softer, weaker) No, I won't, I....
Ronnie: You will. You will be my wife, and I will marry you.
*Shelia's smirk widens.*
(A dark blue light envelopes Valerie as the watch swings in front of her. When it subsides, Valerie lays on the bed, no longer struggling. Her blue eyes are totally and completely blank.)
(Peter bursts into tears, sobbing helplessly.)
Shelia: Excellent.
Ronnie: (Continues to swing the watch) Now, my pretty one, are you ready to become my wife?
Valerie: (Nods; soft, breathy) Yes, I'm ready. I will be your wife.
Ronnie: You will obey your fiancee and Miss Saunders over there, and no one else. (Indicates Shelia)
Valerie: I will obey you.
(Peter pushes hard, watching the scene with his large, wet, devestated eyes.)
(Ronnie gently unties her wrists and ankles.)
Ronnie: You'll stay in the largest tower suites. You'll be a good wife, with no more of this nonsense about utopian societies. You'll concern yourself with charities, running my household, and the Music Society.
Valerie: I'll be a good wife.
Ronnie: (Takes her hand) MY wife.
Valerie: YOUR wife.
*Shelia nods.* >:)
(Peter shakes his head, heartbroken.)
Ronnie: (Strokes her cheek) Now, my dear, I will take you to your room.
Valerie: Yes, Ronnie.
(Ronnie leans over and takes Lauren from Shelia, handing her to Valerie.)
Ronnie: Valerie, look what I have for you? Isn't she the sweetest creature you ever saw?
*Micky swats through the cage bars again.* X-(
Valerie: (Smiles dreamily, her eyes unfocused) Yes, she's very sweet.
Ronnie: Why don't you take her for your pet? She'll keep you company while you run the household. I'm sure my parents would allow you to keep her if we ask them. ;) >:)
Valerie: She's very pretty. I'll take her for a pet. She'll keep me company.
Shelia: *nods* Yes... >:) ;)
*Lauren whines.*
Valerie: (Strokes Lauren) Now, kitty, why aren't you happy?
Ronnie: She's just not used to the house yet.
*Lauren reaches a paw out toward Micky.* :(
(Valerie misinterprets this and gently takes Lauren's paw, rubbing it.)
Ronnie: Why don't I bring you and your new friend to your rooms? (This is when the lights finally turn back on)
*Micky thumps his head against the cage bars.* :P
Valerie: It's not so dark anymore.
Ronnie: No, it isn't. They finally got the generator working. (Takes her arm) Come along, dear. I'll bring you and your little friend to your suites.
Valerie: Take us to the suites.
(Ronnie leads Valerie out of the room. She still cradles Lauren in her arms.)
Shelia: *smirks, turning back to the other two* And how did you like that display? >:)
(Peter watches Ronnie and Valerie leave, tears streaking down his fur. His eyes move from Micky in the cage, to Shelia, to the door.)
*Micky, still frowning, nods.*
(Peter tries to push at the bars again.)
Shelia: Now, what shall I do with you two until I'm ready to make you both collectors?
(Peter tries to nudge the lock with his nose.)
*Micky paws his lock again.*
Shelia: Interesting how both of you wish to unlock those cages. :P
(Ronnie comes back in, looking extremely satisfied.)
Ronnie: Valerie and the cat are both in the suites at the end of the hall, where they shall remain until the wedding. ;) :D
Shelia: Very good.
Ronnie: (Peers into Peter's cage) How are we going to get rid of these two? If it were up to me, I'd call the pound and let them handle both. :p
Shelia: No. They must stay here. I would like to use them in further dealings. ;)
Ronnie: We'll have to do SOMETHING with them while they're here. (Smirks) I have to make preparations for MY wedding. ;)
Shelia: *sighs* Fine. We could have a member of the help keep an eye on them. They shouldn't be much trouble as they are. ;)
Ronnie: My butler Jeeves is quite competant. We'll leave them in his care while we plan my wedding. ;)
Shelia: Very well, then.
(Jeeves enters at that moment, looking pretty much like he did in "One Man Shy," white-haired and rather dapper.)
Jeeves: Sir, the generator is now running, and we're working on fixing the electrical problem.
Ronnie: Very good, Jeeves. (Nods at the two animals) We have a job for you, Jeeves. Miss Saunders (nods at Shelia) and I have business to attend to. We want you to keep an eye on these two animals here.
Jeeves: (Leans over Micky's cage, peering at the brown kitten) My, they are quite frisky animals, aren't they? Where did they come from?
Ronnie: They're Miss Saunders' pets.
Jeeves: We won't be able to bring them downstairs, sir. You know how your parents feel about animals.
*Micky sticks out his little pink tongue again.* :P
Jeeves: (Chuckles) Now, now, little kitty, there was no need for rudeness! ;)
Ronnie: He should have a collar, to remind him of what he is. ;)
Shelia: *nods* I can take care of that. ;)
Jeeves: (Strokes Micky's fur) He's a rather handsome little fellow, isn't he?
Ronnie: If you like scrawny animals. :p
*Micky tries to growl.* :P
(Jeeves moves to Peter as Shelia advances on Micky's cage.)
Shelia: Allow me...
Jeeves: And this...(scratches Peter's ears)...this is wonderful pup! Such a lovely dog!
(Peter gulps and pulls away.)
Jeeves: He's terribly frightened, though. (Frowns) And he seems to have been crying.
*Shelia kneels in front of the cage again & concentrates on Micky, making a black collar appear around his neck in a muted black light.* ;)
Ronnie: The dog is having a hard time adjusting to his circumstances.
Jeeves: Poor old fellow!
Ronnie: We'll leave you with them, Jeeves.
Jeeves: Will they require feeding?
Shelia: *stands again* Take care of them. They've eaten already. ;)
(Peter shakes his head, but Jeeves thinks he wants to play and scratches his ears again.)
Jeeves: (Smiles) There's a good fellow!
*Micky rolls his eyes.*
Ronnie: (Takes Shelia's arm) Shall we plan MY wedding, Shelia? ;)
Shelia: *smirks* Yes, we shall. ;)
(They walk out of the room. Jeeves sighs, scratching Peter's head.)
Jeeves: You remind me of a dog I had as a young lad in Oxfordshire. Playful old fellow, he was. (Frowns at the lock) It's not fair you have to stay in that beastly cage! Even if you can't leave the tower rooms, you should at least be able to move about. (Removes a key from his pocket and unlocks Peter) There. It's a good thing I always bring my old skeleton key with me. It can unlock any door or padlock in the world!
(Peter looks out sadly, but he doesn't move. Jeeves moves to Micky and unlocks his cage.)
Jeeves: There you go, little fellow!
*Micky grins at the butler & scampers out over to Peter. He nudges Peter, frowning.*
Jeeves: (Follows Micky to Peter; frowns) What's wrong there, old fellow? Why aren't you joining your friend?
(Peter sadly shows Micky his paws, which won't move.)
Jeeves: Is there something wrong with your paws?
*Micky nudges Peter's front legs. He shakes his head, still frowning.*
(Peter shakes his head, trying to get to his feet, but he collapses.)
Jeeves: (Wide-eyed) Oh, my! You poor creature! Your paws are hurt! (He takes Peter's paws) Let me see them, boy.
(Peter shakes his head sadly.)
*Micky shakes his head again.*
Jeeves: I'll get Mr. Farnsworth right away! He and Miss Saunders will know how to help you. (Runs out of the room, leaving the door open.)
(Peter nods at the open door.)
*Micky shakes his head & tries to nudge Peter up, trying to figure out the best way to move him.*
(Peter sobs, trying to move, too.)
*Micky pauses, thinking. He grins suddenly & lays down in front of Peter. He turns a look back at him & motions with his head for Peter to get on his back.*
(Peter frowns - Micky, a kitten, is smaller than him. He does as he's told, but he's afraid he'll hurt his friend.)
*Micky shakes his head, then starts to stand... & immediately knows the downfall of his plan.* ;) :P
*Micky starts for the door with Peter on his back. When he gets in the doorway, he pauses, looking up & down the hall. Seeing it clear, he starts out.*
Jeeves: (Leads Ronnie and Shelia to the door) He's...(frowns, pointing)...there! Oh, my! Come back, kitty!
Ronnie: What in the...
Shelia: They're getting away!
*Micky heads toward the stairs & practically flies down them, trying to not bounch Peter around too much.*
Shelia: Get them! X-(
(Micky runs to the end of the stairs, when he sees a dark blue light at the bottom. When it subsides, Mike and Davy are standing there.)
Davy: This is where I last saw them!
Mike: Man...(eyes widen when he sees the cat with the dog on it's back) What’s goin’ on?
Davy: Wot on EARTH...
*Micky's eyes widen & he runs straight to them.*
Mike: (Looks up and sees Shelia, Ronnie, and Jeeves coming) Never mind, grab the cat and dog and let's get out, before the Wicked Witch of California decides to turn us into a bag of hay and a tin can! :p
(Davy sweeps the kitten in his arms; Mike gently takes the puppy. Peter licks his best friend on the chin. Mike looks into the puppy's eyes and frowns.)
Mike: Oh, man, I know those eyes...
*Micky rolls his eyes.*
Davy: (Jaw drops at the kitten's eyes) Mick? Mick, is that you?
*Micky nods, rolling his eyes again.* ;)
Mike: (Peter nudges him) Pete?
(Peter nods, grinning. :D)
Davy: (Sees Shelia and Ronnie on the landing) Let's get outta 'ere!
Mike: No kiddin'! (The dark blue light envelopes the four. When it subsides, they're sitting in the MonkeeMobile down the street from the Farnsworth Mansion.)
(Emma is in the passenger's side seat. Mike ends up in the driver's seat with Peter; Davy is behind them with Micky. Mike quickly hands Peter to Emma)
Emma: What's going on? Did you find them?
Mike: (Nods at the puppy who licks Emma's chin) Yeah, we found them, all right.
Emma: (Eyes widen) Peter?
(Peter nods and licks her again; she giggles.)
Emma: (Grins) Peter. :)
*Micky grins.*
Davy: Mike, let's burn rubbah, before that witch figahs out where we went! :p'
Emma: Where's Lauren and Valerie?
*Micky frowns.* :P
(Peter gulps and looks up at Emma with wide, sad eyes. :( )
Mike: We dunno. They weren't with the guys when we found them. Micky had Peter on his back and was makin' for the hills.
*Micky nods.*
Emma: (Cuddles Peter, rubbing his paws) Oh, man, Shelia must have done to you what she did to Mike in January. She paralyzed your paws, didn't she?
(Peter nods sadly.)
Mike: Oh, man, Pete. We've gotta help you guys somehow.
Davy: 'Ow? Shelia's got both their soulmates. :p
Emma: Ursula. She might be able to do something.
*Micky nods again.*
Davy: Well, wot are you waitin' for, White Knight? Take us to our leadah! ;)
Mike: (Bows in his seat) Yes, oh great and powerful Lord of the Manor. ;) :p
Davy: Keep sayin' that, and I might get to likin' it. ;)
*Micky sticks his tongue out.* :P ;)
Emma: Ok, you two, enough. Let's go to the MonkeeCave. ;)
Mike: Right. (Mike takes off in a puff of smoke. The car turns a corner as a dark blue light appears on the sidewalk. When it subsides, we see Ronnie and Shelia, both looking around.
Ronnie: I know what I saw! Nesmith and Jones helped them out! They did that blue light thing...and Nesmith's light was darker than Tork's!
Shelia: *crosses her arms* Figures. They're always messing up my plans. :P
Ronnie: How did they get there...(sighs)...they have the powers, too.
Shelia: Yes.
Ronnie: Who ELSE has these powers?
Shelia: The woman--their soulmates--also have them.
Ronnie: I saw that in Valerie and Dolenz's wife. Nesmith and Jones have soulmates, too?
Shelia: *growls* Yes... :P
Ronnie: (Narrows his eyes) Jones is a silly little idiot, but Nesmith could be trouble. I didn't like the looks he kept giving me when we had him and his friends on the Cartwright estate shortly before Valerie's debutante party. (Smirks) He's not much of an archer, though. ;)
Shelia: He has...other skills, though. They can ALL be trouble, but they can also be very useful to me.
Ronnie: Well, we have the upper hand, Shelia darling. We still have Valerie and Dolenz's little wife. I'm sure they'll return for them. ;) >:)
Shelia: Very sure. ;) >:)
Ronnie: Come on, Shelia. I doubt we'll be able to do much more here. (Nods back at the iron gate)
Shelia: Right.
(They turn back to the iron gate, and as we fade out on them, we fade in on the MonkeeMobile driving through the desert. There's a long shot of the car speeding across miles of road and sand, then we fade into the MonkeeCave. Ursula the Crystal lays in her usual spot, dark. She lights up as Mike, Davy, and Emma come in the room, followed by a scampering Micky. Mike carries Peter.)
Ursula: Welcome, warriors and warrioress. (Sighs) My sister's causing trouble again.
Mike: You might say that. (Holds out Peter)
*Micky sticks his tongue out.*
Ursula: Bring Micky and Peter to me. I'll restore them.
(Mike brings Peter over to Ursula.)
*Micky scampers over.*
(Davy scoops him up and puts him next to Ursula.)
(Ursula glows bright blue. The light surrounds Micky and Peter. When it subsides, Micky is on his hands and knees on the floor, and Peter is in Mike's arms.)
Davy: (Leans over) 'Ey, Mick, you ok?
(Mike blushes and puts Peter down on one of the crystal couches.)
Micky: Oh, man... :P *stands, stretching out*
Peter: (Looks at his friends sadly) Thanks, guys. (He puts his head in his hand)
Mike: Oh, man, Pete...(frowns, seeing his friend's cut cheek and short hair) Pete, what did they DO to you?
Micky: *puts a hand on Peter's shoulder* Hey, man... :(
Peter: Ronnie...he's jealous...he cut off my hair....my beads...doesn't like my ideas... :(
Ursula: Shelia encouraged him to destroy Peter, whom he sees as his rival for Valerie's affections.
Peter: (Whimpers) Shelia wanted...she wanted me to work for her. I didn't want to. She offered to make me a famous musician, but I don't want to be famous. I just want to play.
Mike: (Narrows his eyes in fury) She tried to seduce you, pal. :p X(
Micky: *makes a face* She'll never learn. :P
Davy: 'Ow did ‘e keep from fallin’ for ‘er?
Ursula: Peter's innocence. He doesn't want the fancy things my sister offers her victims, and he accepts his life as it is.
Peter: I don't like fancy things. I just want Valerie and my music and to be happy. (Gulps) Valerie... :((
Micky: *rubs Peter's shoulder* We'll get her back, Big Peter. We'll get them BOTH back.
Mike: (Puts his arm around his friend) I gotta give a hand to you, buddy. You resisted. Mick and I didn't.
Davy: Mick...(puts his hand on HIS friend's shoulder)...where's Lauren?
Emma: (Clenches her fist) If that (snarls) BITCH has done ANYTHING to her... X(
Micky: *frowns* Still at the mansion. She's now Valerie's pet kitten. :P :(
Emma: (Screams) NO!
Mike: (Growls) DAMN HER!
Davy: Wot 'appened, Mick? I blue-lighted, and I thought you guys followed me, but no one evah came.
Mike: That's when we thought we'd try goin' in ourselves.
Peter: V...Valerie...oh Valerie....she's got her, too.... :( :((
Micky: We were gonna leave, but... *shakes his head* They grabbed Lauren. I couldn't leave her or Valerie. Shelia turned us into kittens. Ronnie liked Lauren & gave her to Valerie as a gift. :P
Emma: No! Damn that witch! I'll bet she gave Ronnie that idea! :((
Peter: V...valerie...she's under a spell...Ronnie's going to marry her... :((
Mike: Oh, man, Pete! :(
Micky: *nods* Ronnie's been making use of his powers. :P
Mike: Powers? HIM? :p
Ursula: My sister must have promised him the power to regain Valerie's love...
Emma: (Finishes angrily) In return for helping her to get US! :p X(
Micky: And doing it rather happily. :P
Peter: H...he wants Valerie...he wants her to be the perfect wife...
Mike: He ain't gonna have an easy time controllin' her.
Peter: He put her under some kind of trance. :(
Davy: Is Lauren undah a trance, too?
Micky: No, she isn't.
Davy: Well, THAT'S somethin'.
Mike: But she can't use her powers like that.
Micky: Right.
(Peter throws himself into Mike's arms, sobbing as hard as he can.)
Peter: I've lost her...I'll never marry her...oh, Valerie... :((
Mike: (Gently holds his sobbing, heartbroken best friend) Shh, Pete. Shh. It'll be all right. We'll get her back.
Davy: Mick, can you...feel...Lauren?
Micky: *nods* Yeah. She's scared... *slight grin* but she knows we'll come for both of them. :)
Mike: (Softly) Pete, can you still feel Val?
Peter: (Nods, still sobbing) Y..yes. She...she's so confused. Ronnie has her thinking she's a little housewife, just there for decoration, like all the antique furniture in the tower rooms no one uses. :p :(
Mike: (Makes a face) Man, Val ain't no decoration! :p
Emma: Ronnie thinks she is. :p
Micky: *shakes his head* That's all she is to him. Might as well be a hood ornament. :P :P :P
Mike: Tower rooms?
Peter: The rooms on the topmost floor, under the attic. According to Ronnie and Valerie, they're guest rooms, but they aren't often used.
Micky: Gee, can't imagine why. :P
Peter: I tried to escape, but they caught me. T...that's when Shelia took away my voice and the use of my paws. She didn't want me running away again. :( (He puts his head in his hands again. Mike puts his arm awkwardly around his friend's shoulder.)
Peter: She took Micky's voice, too. It's a good thing she didn't think of taking HIS paws! :o
Micky: Damn right. Guess I wasn't being quite enough of a pain. :P X-( ;)
Emma: (Grins faintly) You escaped, didn't you?
Peter: (Sadly) You did better than I did! :I
:(
Micky: *shrugs* Well, the butler did it. *small grin* He unlocked our cages then left the room. ;)
Peter: (Smiles) Shame Ronnie is probably mad at Jeeves now. He helped us, even if he didn't realize it!
Ursula: When all of this is figured out, perhaps someone could persuade Ronnie to give Jeeves a raise. ;) :D
Peter: (Looks at the crystal couch, away from the others) This is all my fault. Shelia was right.
Mike: No it ain't, Pete. What kind of talk is that?
Peter: If I hadn't gone after my banjo alone...
Mike: She would have found another way to get to you, Pete.
Micky: Come on, Pete, you know it isn't right to blame yourself. *slight grin* Take a hint from me & Mike, Big Peter, DON'T blame yourself. Blame Shelia. :P
Peter: Who started all this when he bought that harp? Whose soul was her uncle after? :(
Mike: Pete, I know you're upset, but blamin' yourself is only gonna make things worse.
Micky: And it won't help in getting Val & Lauren back.
Emma: THAT'S what we need to concentrate on now.
Peter: I...I don't know if I can...
Micky: Preferably before I decide to turn Ronnie's mansion into a huge crater. X-( X-( X-(
Davy: (Puts a hand on Micky's shoulder) Gettin' mad ain't gonna help eithah, Mick...or doin' anythin' rash. :p ;)
Micky: *sighs* I know, I just kinda had to let that out. :P
Mike: Better you let that out here than on Ronnie. ;)
Emma: I'd prefer he let it out on Shelia.
Micky: All I need is the opportunity. ;)
(Peter leans further into Mike's chest, crying and sobbing. Emma closes her eyes. A box of tissues appears in her hand.)
Emma: Here you go, Peter. Now, calm down. We're going to think of a way to save both of them!
(Peter takes the offered tissue, but he's still in tears. :(( )
Davy: We could do anothah (grins) covert operation. ;)
Mike: NOT a good idea, Dave. Look at how well the first one came out. :p
Micky: Not very well. :P
Emma: And she'll be expecting something like that now. :p
Davy: Well, what WON'T she expect? She's only the bloomin' devil!
Mike: She ain't all knowin', Dave.
Micky: Well... *brightens, no lightbulb* Maybe we could have Peter steal back Valerie. ;)
Peter: M...me? :o
Mike: Well, you love the girl, don't you?
Peter: Y..yes, but...
Micky: Yeah. Wasn't Ronnie going on about, well, how beneath Val you are? Why not show him otherwise? A little Cinderella type stealing. ;)
Peter: I don't know if I can.
Mike: Of COURSE you can! :)
Micky: *grins* A well-dressed gentleman. ;)
Ursula: You're one of the Guardian Warriors, Peter. I know you can.
Peter: But...but I'm not...
Mike: You can be if you WANT to be, Pete.
Peter: I don't...I mean, all I want is Valerie and my music.
Emma: Peter, you've got to believe in yourself, for Valerie and Lauren's sakes.
Micky: Please, Big Peter.
Peter: (Gulps) But...Ronnie...he's going to marry Valerie. He's going to take over the wedding! He said so! :(
Mike: So we crash the wedding. ;)
Emma: How hard could it be?
Micky: Should be a snap. ;)
Davy: Always wanted to try gatecrashin'. ;)
Peter: What about the security guards and the system and everything...not to mention all the party guests?
Emma: He has a point there, guys.
Davy: We're gonna need help.
Micky: *nods* A LOT of help.
Ursula: Didn't you mention having some...help...when Uncle issued those challenges last March?
Mike: (Grins widely) Oh, man, those guys! ;)
Peter: (Eyes widen) Mr. Bennett, and Nyles, and everybody?
Davy: Yeah!
Micky: *grins* Exactly!
Davy: Daphne DID say the girls wanted to be in on anothah "adventure." ;)
Mike: Party crashin' sounds right up Nyles and the Martians’ alley. ;)
Emma: Can you imagine Tilly regaling the blue bloods with her conspiracy theories? ;) :D
Peter: Mr. Bennett DID want to come to my wedding.
Emma: Maybe we could even recruit Valerie's sister. Chrissy was a pretty smart kid at Christmas. She knows Valerie and the mansion. She might be able to help us now. ;) :D
Micky: May as well call up the whole crew. ;)
Mike: (Grins) We're the only people in the world who can make a party out of CRASHIN' a party. ;) :D
Micky: And do it well. ;) :D
Ursula: I almost wish I could join you. ;) :)
Emma: It'll be great! We'll load people into the MonkeeMobile and the Abbie's van and the Martians' old boat of a Buick the Flying Saucer. ;)
Mike: Wonder if we could sell tickets... ;)
(Peter chuckles in spite himself. ;) :) )
Micky: Probably. ;)
Peter: Do you really...think we can?
Mike: Hell, we've done it before, Pete, and we'll do it again.
Micky: And as many times as we have to.
Peter: What about Shelia?
Mike: We'll handle her. X(
Micky: I'll GLADLY handle her. X-(
Davy: Maybe we'd bettah let Mike 'andle 'er, Mick. I know you want a piece of 'er, but someone's gotta rescue the mothah of your children, too. ;)
Mike: Yeah, man. I didn't get a piece of her last time. X(
Micky: *nods* I'll get a piece of Shelia another time, then. ;)
Ursula: Peter, come to me.
Peter: (Shakes his head) Ursula, I can't....
Ursula: You can and you will. I know you’re afraid, but you have to believe in your love for Valerie and in your own good qualities.
Mike: Peter, you're the nicest guy I know, and one of the best musicians around...and certainly the best friend around. :)
Peter: (Gulps) I don't know...
Ursula: Touch me, Bard Peter.
Peter: Touch you?
Micky: You can do it, Pete!
Ursula: I won't harm you. (He slowly and unsurely places his hand on Ursula) Close your eyes and concentrate. Think of Valerie and what you want of your relationship with her...and of yourself.
(Peter does so. There's a warm green glow that envelopes Peter. When it subsides, he's dressed in a beautiful, almost Victorian suit of soft brown and orange. His hair is long again and tied back with a brown velvet ribbon. He looks at himself, shocked.)
Peter: I...I....
Emma: ...Look smashing. :)
Davy: Not bad at all, Pete!
Micky: *whistles appreciatively* Wow, Pete, you clean up real nice! ;) :D
Mike: Not bad for a long-haired weirdo. ;) :D
Micky: Huh, America? ;)
(Peter chuckles. He picks up Ursula and gives her a big hug.)
Peter: Thank you, Ursula. :)
Ursula: Thank yourself, Peter. You did this. I didn't. Peter: (Eyes widen) I...but how...
Ursula: You never needed a fairy godmother, Peter. The power was inside of you all along. :)
Peter: Oh, Ursula... (puts her down, then turns to the others) Guys...can we really...
Mike: (Puts his arms around Peter) Come on, buddy. Your pumpkin is waitin'. (Grins) Well, ok, the MonkeeMobile's red, but it's about the SIZE of a pumpkin carriage. ;)
Micky: That works. ;)
Emma: We can do anything, Peter. The sky's the limit. :)
Ursula: Be careful, my Warriors of the Light. :) :o
Davy: Don't worry, Urse. We will. We're wise to Shelia's tricks now.
Mike: Come on, Prince Charmin'. Let's go rescue your princess.
Peter: (City-lighting grin) Right! :D
Micky: We aren't gonna have to pull the MonkeeMobile pumpkin, are we? ;)
Mike: (Grins) Only if you REALLY want to. ;)
Micky: *holds his hands up* No, thanks. :P ;)
Davy: I ain't pullin' nuthin! :p
Emma: (Chuckles) Come on, guys. Let's go plan our strategy and see who we can alert. ;)
Ursula: Good luck! :D
Mike: Thanks, Urse. :)
(The five walk out of the cave, Mike's arms still around Peter's shoulders.)