Ok, everyone ready to have a party to crash a party? ;)
Mike: Whatever she just said, I'm there. ;)
Peter: (Sad half-smile) Yeah...
Micky: Yeah!
Davy: It'll be ok, Petah. I'm ALWAYS ready to pahty! ;)
(We begin in Valerie's "Tower Room" suites. Valerie lays on a bed, covered with mountains of satin, silk, ruffles, and lace. The entire room looks like one big ruffle. Even Lauren lays on a huge satin pillow next to Valerie's bed. It's the next morning. Valerie's eyes flutter open. She sits up, stretches, and gets out of bed.)
Valerie: (She goes to the large white and pink vanity. She wears a soft, sheer satin nightgown and robe, both of which are trimmed with malibu feathers. She smiles, turning to the sun streaming through the pink organza curtains in the windows) What a lovely morning! (Now turns to the just-awakening Lauren) Don't you think so, kitty?
*Lauren sticks her tongue out.*
Valerie: Oh, come on, kitty, that's no way to act on such a nice day! (Sweeps Lauren into her arms and takes her out on the balcony) Isn't the sunshine so beautiful?
*Lauren mews, frowning.*
Valerie: (Sighs) I know, kitty. I feel...weird...too. It IS a beautiful day, but there's something wrong. I'm marrying Ronnie, I'm in a lovely room, it's a gorgeous day, but it just feels...wrong. I can't put my finger on it. (Shudders) Maybe it's that Shelia woman. She gives me the willies. :p
*Lauren sticks her tongue out again.*
Valerie: (Laughs and cuddles Lauren) Good, you don't like her, either. ;)
(Valerie walks inside and places Lauren on the vanity top as she brushes her long auburn hair.)
Valerie: You know, kitty, I need to give you a name. I've never named anything, though. What kind of name would you like?
*Lauren mews again, louder.*
Valerie: You're so little and cute. (Strokes her) Hmmm...Brownie?
*Lauren makes a face & shakes her head.*
Valerie: Ok, not that. How about...Catwoman? After all, that's what you ARE...or will be. ;) :O
:)
*Lauren grins, mews again...then shakes her head.* ;)
Valerie: Not a comic book fan, huh? Me either. :) Now, let's see...
(Valerie's next guess is interrupted by the door opening. Two maids come in with a tray filled with a full breakfast, including a silver bowl of cat food for Lauren. The maids are followed by Shelia.)
Maid 1: Breakfast, Miss Valerie!
Valerie: Thank you, Esmerelda. (Leans over the food and takes a deep sniff) My, it smells good!
Esmerelda: Mr. Ronald wants only the best for you and your little friend! :)
*Lauren sniffs the cat food. She pulls away, making a face.* ;)
Maid 2: Now, kitty, that's some of the best cat food on the market! Mr. Ronald had it specially ordered from Mr. Cartwright's stores!
*Lauren hides her face in her paws.* :P
Shelia: *smirks, leaning in the doorway* Seems the kitten doesn't want to eat.
Esmerelda: Will you be wanting anything else, Miss Valerie?
*Lauren glares at Shelia.*
Valerie: No, thank you, I'm fine. (The two maids leave.)
Valerie: (Frowns) What do you want, Miss Saunders? (Indicates the food) Join us for breakfast? And where's Ronnie? Preparing for the wedding?
Shelia: *nods* Yes, he is preparing. I just wanted to make sure everything is okay. It is going to be a big day, after all. ;)
*Lauren rolls her eyes.*
Valerie: Yes, it will be, I suppose.
(Valerie opens a silver bowl of scrambled eggs, then a plateful of ham and another bowl of fresh fruit.)
*Lauren mews again, staring at the food.* =P~
Valerie: (Sighs) I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you eat on the table just this once, kitty. (Picks up Lauren and sets her on the table) But don't tell Ronnie! His folks aren't all that crazy about animals to begin with. I'm lucky I got to keep you!
(on the tray)
*Lauren grins at Valerie.*
Shelia: Is there anything else you require, Valerie?
(Valerie spoons eggs and chopped ham onto a plate for Lauren.)
*Lauren mews happily & starts eating.* :)
Valerie: (Sighs) Yes. There's probably a million things I have to do, but my head is so hazy. (Frowns) And there's something wrong with you. Something I don't like about you. (Puts her head in her hands) I don't know what's wrong with ME! Everything's been so hazy since yesterday afternoon. :(
Shelia: *smiles* It's merely nerves, dear.
Valerie: (Sighs) I suppose it is. (Bites dantily into her eggs) Still, there's something about you that makes me uneasy. I wish you weren't so involved with all this wedding buisness.
*Lauren nods.*
Shelia: *smile falls* I'm sorry you feel that way.
Valerie: (Sighs) I'm not. Ronnie acts strangely whenever he's around you. And I had such odd dreams last night...
Shelia: *shakes her head* Ronnie just wants to do what's best for you. I've been helping him with the wedding.
Valerie: Who ARE you, anyway?
Shelia: Friend of the family. I'm an old friend of his mother's. ;)
Valerie: You don't look like one of Tiff Farnsworth's friends.
Shelia: *smirks* I'm a VERY old friend.
Valerie: Tiff's pretty old. You don't LOOK that old to me!
Shelia: I've aged well. ;)
*Lauren rolls her eyes again.*
Valerie: No kidding. ;) So, what do you do? (Starts on the ham and opens a basket covered with linen napkins to reveal orange muffins)
Shelia: I run my own business. I collect old things & make them more useful. ;)
Valerie: Like a remodeling business?
Shelia: Exactly.
*Lauren sticks her tongue out.*
Valerie: (Sighs) I don't know about all this. There's still something I don't like here. And last night (smiles dreamily) I had the oddest dream. It was like my old fairy tale books. I dreamed of a handsome prince with golden hair who was turned into a puppy by a wicked witch. He was the kindest, gentlest man I'd ever seen, with the most beautiful eyes. I know I've seen him before...
*Lauren nods again.*
Shelia: *glares at Lauren, then smiles at Valerie* What an interesting dream.
Valerie: There was a woman with long, pale gold hair who told me I was the only one who could break the spell and make him a prince again. (Sighs, to Lauren) I wish I could remember who the prince in my dream was! Kitty, do you think I've seen him somewhere before?
*Lauren nods excitedly.*
*Shelia glares at Lauren again.* :P
Valerie: He seems so familiar. I wish I could meet him. (Sighs again and looks up) You're familiar too, Miss Saunders. I know I've seen you before...and didn't like it. :p
Shelia: Now, dear, you're under a lot of stress.
*Lauren sticks her tongue out again.*
Valerie: I KNOW I've seen you somewhere before! Have we met at a sporting event, or the opening of one of my father's stores?
Shelia: Perhaps you have. I visit many shops & go to many outings.
*Lauren covers her face with a paw.* :P
Valerie: This is going to drive me crazy! Where have I seen you? Probably somewhere unpleasant, if the vibes I've been getting are any indication. :p
*Lauren nods again.*
Valerie: It's almost like you're the witch in my dream...
Shelia: Dear, I merely wanted to make sure everything was to your liking. I did not come here to defend myself.
*Lauren looks up as if to say "Where do you usually go?"* ;) :P
Valerie: Look, I can take care of my wedding myself. I would like you to leave.
Shelia: *eyes narrow* Fine, as you wish. *leaves the room* :P
*Lauren mews, rolling her eyes once more.*
Valerie: (Sighs) Good. I did NOT like that woman. (Takes Lauren in her lap)
*Lauren shakes her head.*
(But Ronnie comes back up with Shelia in tow.)
Ronnie: What's all this about you not wanting Shelia to help us, darling?
Valerie: Ronnie, I don't like her. There's something wrong with her.
Ronnie: She's been perfectly nice to us, Valerie!
*Shelia folds her arms.*
*Lauren shakes her head again.* :P
Ronnie: But Valllerrieee....
Valerie: (Eyes narrow) Ronnie...
*Lauren makes a face at the whine.* :P
Ronnie: Shelia, isn't there something we can do to...change her mind? :p
Valerie: What do you mean?
Shelia: *nods* I think you know how, Ronnie. ;)
*Lauren's eyes widen.*
Ronnie: The muddling. Is that how we keep her here?
Shelia: Yes. *grins*
Valerie: (Stands, stepping back) What?
Ronnie: Now, Valerie, this won't hurt a bit... (but Valerie steps away from him, Lauren still in her arms)
Valerie: What's going on? What are you doing?
*Lauren bares her teeth, hissing.* :P X-(
Ronnie: I'm just going to calm you down, my darling. (He puts his fingers to her head and rubs her temples)
Valerie: Ronnie, what... (but her face begins to look dreamy and her eyes become blank)
Ronnie: Why don't you give your little pet to Shelia while I make you nice and calm?
Valerie: Yes, I'll give her my pet.
(Ronnie settles Valerie on a chaise lounge. He takes Lauren from Valerie's arms and hands her to Shelia.)
Shelia: *grins down at Lauren* Excellent... ;)
Ronnie: You handle that pest of a cat while I...remind Valerie of what she is. ;)
Valerie: Yes, remind me.
Shelia: *grins widens* Of course... *puts her fingers to Lauren's head, who's trying to squirm out of Shelia's grip*
Ronnie: (Pulls out his pocket watch and swings it in front of her eyes) Yes, dear. You're a socialite. Miss Saunders is a friend, a friend of the family, and you are not to question her or me. Do you hear me, Valerie?
Valerie: (Blue eyes are completely blank) Yes, Ronnie.
Ronnie: Is there anything you wish for her to do, Shelia?
Shelia: *smirks* I wish for her to not question what you & I do. ;)
Shelia: Anything else is up to you. ;)
Ronnie: (Leaves Valerie sitting on the lounge, her eyes closed, and brings the watch to Shelia and Lauren) How about our little kitty friend? Maybe we could...work...on her, too. ;) >:)
Shelia: *smirks* An excellent idea, Ronnie. ;)
Ronnie: Since she's mostly your province, would you like to do it? (Takes Lauren and hand her the watch) Careful with the watch, though. It's a family heirloom. Daddy would take away my allowance for two years if anything happened to it!
Shelia: *nods* I'll be very careful with it. *smirks, then begins to swing the watch in front of Lauren* You will be a good kitty. You will obey us. Anything that I say or that Ronnie says goes, even if Valerie says differently.
*Lauren just stares at the swinging watch.*
Ronnie: (Strokes Lauren's head) You're going to be a nice little kitten from now on and do kitten things, not muck up the works or give Valerie ideas.
(Ronnie holds Lauren's head to make sure her eyes are on the watch.)
Shelia: *continues to swing the watch* You will be a good little pet.
(Ronnie rubs Lauren's small, furry head.)
*Lauren's blue eyes become blank.*
Shelia: *smirks* That will take care of her.
Ronnie: (Smiles and continues rubbing Lauren's head) Good kitty.
(He places her on the silk pillow again.)
*Lauren purrs quietly.*
Ronnie: (Goes to Valerie and leads her away from the window) Now, has my Valerie been a good girl for Miss Saunders? ;) :X
Valerie: Yes.
Ronnie: You will remain in the tower suite rooms today, Valerie, until we’re ready to take you to your home for the ceremony.
Valerie: Yes, Ronnie.
Ronnie: (Strokes Lauren) Perhaps, our pet should have a pretty collar. After all, she IS just a pet. ;)
Valerie: Yes, she should.
Shelia: Allow me. ;)
*Shelia makes a black & purple striped collar appear around Lauren's neck.*
Valerie: (Takes her in her lap and strokes her) She's my pet now.
Ronnie: (He kisses Valerie on the cheek) And you're MY pet, darling. My pretty little piece of art. Here to be seen, not heard.
Valerie: (Nods vacantly) Yes, Ronnie.
*Shelia smirks.* ;) >:)
Ronnie: Good. (Nods at Shelia) Come, Miss Saunders. We'll leave these lovely ladies to their breakfasts. ;) (He walks out with Shelia. When in the hallway, he frowns.) Shelia, what happened?
Shelia: Valerie seemed to be coming out of her trance. She kept saying she had seen me somewhere before & was trying to remember where. ;) :P
Ronnie: Sooner or later, she would have remembered Tork, too. :p
Shelia: She was only vaguely remembering him. Any longer & she would have. :P
Ronnie: Maybe we ought to think of something stronger. Something to permanently erase Tork and any memories of his friends and their powers from their minds.
Shelia: *mutters* I almost had something like that... *normal* I'll think of something. ;)
Ronnie: Please do so. I want her to concentrate on ME and the running of the Music Society and the household. That's what she is. That's what women like her do. That's what my mother and her sisters do.
Shelia: *nods* I will.
Ronnie: Now, come along, Miss Saunders. Esmerelda has breakfast ready for us in the second dining room downstairs, the smaller one used for family meals.
Ronnie: But first...(locks the door to Valerie's room)...don't want any intruders finding our treasures. ;)
Shelia: *smirks* Certainly not. ;)
Ronnie: Now, to breakfast, Miss Saunders. (Grins) We have much to discuss. ;) :D
Shelia: Yes, we do. ;) >:)
(The camera fades out on the two walking down the hallway and in on the Pad. Emma is at the stove at usual. Her hand occasionally goes to her stomach. Davy and Mike are at the table. Mike is hidden behind the paper. Davy is eating chocolate chip pancakes.)
Davy: When do you think Petah and Mick are gonna emerge? (Indicates his plate) Can I 'ave some more, Em?
Emma: Of course, Dave. I always make plenty for you guys. :) (Puts two more pancakes on his plate)
(Micky comes blearily out of Peter's bedroom, wearing an extra pair of blue pajamas from Mike. He looks tired.)
Davy: Mornin' Mick. (Frowns) Are you all right? Not to put a fine point on it, but you look terrible. :p
Micky: *thumps himself in a chair; shakes his head* Ain't used to sleeping alone. And they must've done something to Lauren. It woke me up. :P
Emma: (Nods) I miss Lauren too, Mick. I wish I could talk to her right now. :(
Davy: Wot do you mean?
Micky: For one thing, I feel like I did when I had that stupid collar around my neck. That, & I've got a headache. :P
(Mike looks up from his paper. Davy frowns.)
Davy: That's right, you were wearin' a collar when we found you. So was Petah.
(Emma brings Micky a plate of extra-big chocolate chip pancakes. ;) )
Micky: Wanted to make us look like pets. *smiles blearily at Emma* Thanks, Em. :)
Emma: Here you go, Mick. You deserve it, you poor dear. (Puts a hand on her stomach and smiles) The little Nesmithette thinks so, too. ;) :)
Mike: (Looks from behind the paper and puts a hand on Emma's stomach) How is the little cowgirl today, honey? ;)
Emma: (Makes a face) Ornery, just like her daddy. She's been kicking and punching and god-only-knows-WHAT-else. :p
Mike: Yup, she's a Nesmith. ;) (Returns to the paper)
(Peter comes out in his orange pajamas, his hair now cropped more evenly but still short. He, too, looks tired, and it's obvious he's been crying again.)
Emma: Morning...(turns to Peter and frowns)...Peter. (Also hands him a plate of extra-big chocolate chip pancakes) Here you go, Peter. It won't bring Valerie back, but at least your stomach will be full.
Davy: You'll 'ave energy to 'elp us figuah out a way to bring them back. :)
Peter: (Nods sadly) Thanks. (Frowns) I've got the worst headache I ever had. My head is pounding so hard, I'm surprised I can't see it in the mirror. :p :(
Davy: (Frowns) Mick said 'e 'as one, too.
Emma: (Narrows her eyes) They must be doing something to Val and Lauren.
Peter: Oh, god! :(
Micky: And chocolate usually dulls the throbbing... *finishes his pancakes* :P
Mike: (Eyes flare; he spreads the paper out as much as he can) Oh, man, listen to this. (Reads) "Today Ronald Farnsworth of the renowed Farnsworth family, owners of Farnsworth Trust Inc, announced his wedding, to be held Thursday afternoon at 12PM, to Miss Valerie Cartwright, daughter of Morgan Cartwright, owner of Cartwright Groceries."
Peter: (Sobs) Oh, NO!
Davy: That arse! X(
Emma: Damn him! X(
Micky: Awe, crap...! X-(
Emma: Now, come on. I'm sure Valerie's dad wouldn't agree to such a change so quickly...
Peter: I...he wanted a big wedding...and if it makes Valerie happy...
Micky: Maybe he would agree...
Davy: Besides, this is Shelia we're talkin' about. She can get around just about anythin'. :p
Mike: (Throws down the paper as Emma sits down gingerly with a plate of pancakes) That's it. Time to call in the gang. ALL of them. Everyone. Peter, you see Mr. Bennett’s around. I'm callin' the Martians, and they can get a hold of Tilly and the Giants. Mick, you call Nyles. Davy, you get the girls.
(Mike grabs the phone and dials a number.)
Mike: Hi? Hi, John, it's me, Mike. No, it's not about a new song. We need your guys' help right away, and Tilly too, if you can get her. If the Jolly Green Giants are in town, grab them, too. This is big. (Pause) How big? Remember the love-in at the Montgomery House last March? (Nods) Yes, THAT big. Get everyone over that you can.
Mike: (Nods as the others eat and watch him) Ok, good. Get here when you can. We're gonna have a party to crash a party. ;)
(Mike holds the phone away from his ear, making a face.)
Mike: Glad you guys are in the mood to party. See you then. ;) (Hangs up the phone) They're on their way and are probably callin' Till and the Giants as I speak. ;)
Peter: I'm going to get dressed and see if Mr. Bennett is home. (Shoves the last of the pancakes in his mouth and heads to his room)
Micky: *nods* All right, my turn. *heads for the phone*
(Mike and Emma are already dressed. Davy finishes his pancakes, sticks his plate in the sink, and heads for his room upstairs.)
Micky: *picks up the receiver & dials* Hey, Nyles, it's Mick. No, man I don't wanna go surfing. No, not that either. *eyes widen* Uh, Nyles, man, I don't wanna hear anymore. *makes a face* Listen, man, remember when we had the Love-In at the Montgomery House...yeah, the chick that Chris was mad over. *rolls his eyes* Listen, we're gonna crash another party. Yeah, same chick. *sighs* Man, just show up here lucid enough to not walk into stuff, okay? Thanks, man. *hangs up* *whew!*
Emma: (Laughs) I'm assuming all that means he's coming. ;)
Mike: Either that, or he had a REALLY awesome time the last time we did this. ;)
Micky: *nods* Yeah. I think he's coming... ;) :P
(Davy emerges in his blue button-down shirt - unbuttoned, of course - gray pants, and boots.)
Micky: *looks at Davy, then looks down at himself* Oughta go change, huh? ;)
Mike: Yeah, I don't think it's a good idea for you to crash a wedding in my pajamas, Mick. ;)
Emma: Eh, those pajamas are old, anyway. ;)
Micky: Right. I'll be back in a minute. *grins, then dark blue lights himself out* ;)
Davy: (Grins) My turn. ;) (He picks up the phone and dials the Abbies' number) 'Ello, Ambah? (Makes a face) Ambah, I need to talk to Daphne right away. It's important. (Rolls his eyes) Yes, more important than discussing last night's "Laugh In" episode with your best friend. Just put 'er on, luv.
Davy: (Pause, then) 'Ello, luv. I'm glad you guys are back, 'cause we're going to need you. (Nods) Yes, Shelia's on the prowl again. Those stomachaches weren't just Kim's attempt at a Carrot Cake with fresh-grown carrots. Shelia's got Lauren and Valerie, and she got Val's old boyfriend Ronnie to squeeze Petah out of the weddin'!
Davy: (Makes a face) I know it don't make no sense, luv. We'll give you more details when you get here. Get all of the girls up. Remembah last March and the whole to-do at the Montgomery 'Ouse, wit' Nyles and everyone? Well, we're going to do that again. Tell Kim we'll need her martial arts skills. ;)
Davy: Yes, she can go medieval on Shelia's arse. She can go Reniassance on her arse, for all I care! Just get the girls up and ovah 'ere, pronto! We've got strategies to make!
Davy: (Grins dreamily) Maybe, luv. Might be a bit crowded for that sort of thing. (Makes kissing noises into the phone) Bye, luv. ;) :X
Davy: (Hangs the phone up) Daphne's going to rouse the othah girls. Kim and Ambah are up; Maxine and Jen will be soon. ;)
(There's a knock at the door. Mike gets it as Emma collects the breakfast dishes.)
Mike: (Peeks in the grille) Nyles is here. (Lets the tall blonde man in) Hey, buddy! :)
Davy: (Waves) 'Ey, man!
Nyles: *grins* Hey, Mike, Dave! Heard there's a party goin' on!
Emma: (Nods from the sink, where she's up to her elbow in dishes) Hi, Nyles. Take a seat. It's sort of a long story.
Nyles: *nods* Where ya want me to take it? ;)
Emma: (Chuckles) To the living room would be fine, Nyles. ;) :))
Mike: Take two, they're small. ;)
Nyles: All right! :D
(There's another knock on the door. Davy gets it this time.)
John: (All four Martians and the three Jolly Green Giants stand in the doorway, grinning and bearing bags of chips and pretzels and cartons of beer) Hey, Mike! Heard we were going to crash a party, so we brought energy food. ;)
Chris: I'm glad that cute chick ain't dead! ;) :X
(Marcus smacks him over the head. ;) 8-| )
(Something squeezes between Cory and John. It's Tilly in one of her loud blouses and a mini-skirt, looking annoyed.)
Tilly: Ok, fellows, let a girl through. (Makes a face) They've gotta take up ALL the room in the door! You'd think they were a seven-head monster! :p
Nyles: You mean they aren't?
Emma: (As Mike leads everyone into the living room and they all chuckle) Ok, folks, take a seat. Leave the food in the kitchen on your way.
Mike: And nobody gets hurt. ;)
Tilly: Ok, what's going on? (Snaps her fingers) I'll bet it's Mr. Kandor in Apartment C-3! I KNEW he was really an alien from Pluto who came to prepare Earth for total domination! :p
John: (Groans) Not AGAIN...
Marcus: Till, don't start. :p
Tilly: What?
Nyles: You can tell me later, Till. ;)
Tilly: (Puts her arm around Nyles) Finally, a man with HORSE sense! ;)
*Nyles grins.*
Mike: No, it's not aliens OR the government.
Danny: That kills your other theory, Till. ;)
(Tilly sticks her tongue out at him. ;) :p )
Davy: You guys all remembah that weird chick wit' the big eyes from last March, right?
John: (Makes a face) Like we could forget her! :p
Tilly: She gave me the major creepies!
Chris: I never did get her phone number.
Nyles: *laughs* Like she'd give it to you. ;) :P
(There's another knock at the door. Emma gets it this time.)
Emma: Ah, the ladies have arrived. (Emma opens the door. All four Abbies and Amber are in the doorway, carrying cases of soda and something vaguely resembling a cake.)
Daphne: Ok, party's started. We're here. ;)
Kimberly: When do we get to kick ass? ;) :D
Maxine: (Points to Kimberly) She REALLY wants to kick ass. ;)
Emma: This way, ladies. (Leads them to the living room and kitchen. Micky emerges from Peter's room at that point, fully dressed.)
Joe: Hey, where's Pete?
Emma: He went to get Mr. Bennett...and Peter's the problem.
Micky: He's coming.
Cory: Ain't we missin' his rich chick, too?
John: And where's Lauren?
Emma: (Sighs) There's our other problem. :p
Micky: Hense the reason I look like crap. *slight grin; flops down next to Nyles* Man, even HE looks better than me. ;) :P
Nyles: *grins* Thanks, man! :D
*Micky rolls his eyes.* :P
(Nervous chuckles all around the room)
(Peter walks in the back door with Mr. Bennett. The old man takes one look around the crowded living room and raises his eyes.)
Mr. Bennett: Ok, kids. What's going on? All I could get out of Peter is that she is back and she has Lauren and Valerie and she is going to stop the wedding.
Mike: Shelia's back, Mr. B.
Mr. Bennett: (Eyes narrow; he nods) I see.
Tilly: I thought that chick kicked the bucket?
Mike: The bucket kicked her back into the land of the living. :p
Micky: Apparently it didn't want her as much as we don't want her. :P
Marcus: What does this have to do with anything? I thought we were here for a party.
Mike: We're here to CRASH a party. ;)
Tilly: That's even better! :D
Mr. Bennett: Crash a party?
Peter: My wedding (gulps) or it was....
Davy: Ronnie Farnsworth took ovah 'is bloomin' weddin'! :p
Mr. Bennett: What? Ronnie Farnsworth? As in Farnsworth Trust, the bank chain?
Nyles: That rich twerp? :P
Mike: The rich twerp. :p
Emma: Ronnie and Valerie used to date, but she dumped him for Peter.
Peter: Shelia made him want Valerie back..and now he want to marry her instead of me! :(
Jenny: Hey, what about Lauren?
Micky: *makes a face* Well...
Emma: (Gulps; Mike puts his hand gently on her shoulder) Ronnie and Shelia have her, too. :(
Davy: It's a long story. We (blushes) sorta broke into the Farnsworth mansion to rescue Petah. We got Petah, but lost Val and Lauren. :p :(
(Peter cringes, his eyes filling with tears. Mr. Bennett puts his arm around the boy's shoulders.)
Tilly: They're being held prisoner?
Daphne: Like in the old action movies?
Mike: As far as we can tell, yes.
Micky: Something like that... :P
Mr. Bennett: And this...Shelia...is involved?
Peter: She's the cause of it all! She turned Ronnie against me and made him want Valerie again! There was an announcement in the paper that he's going to be in our wedding instead of me! (Gulps) What am I going to tell my parents? They were flying in tomorrow! They were so proud of me, especially Mom... (he looks at the floor, tears in his eyes)
Bobby: Oh, man, sounds like that Farnsworth twerp is out-and-out stealing Pete's chick!
Micky: That's about the gist of it. :P
Chris: That's seriously NOT right, man. Even I don't do that. :p
Kimberly: Let's GET that jerk!
John: Yeah, man! All for one and one for all!
Joe: Is that the party we're going to crash, Farnsworth's wedding?
Mike: Yeah. Real hoity-toity, high-society type stuff. Lotta blue-bloods there.
Amber: *grins* Alright!
Jenny: How can we tell if their blood is blue if it's in their bodies?
Maxine: Jen! (Rolls her eyes and elbows her friend)
Bobby: (Grins at Joe and Cory) We'll have to wear the good green tights, then. ;)
Mr. Bennett: Where is this wedding being held?
Peter: As far as I know, it's still in the Cartwright Mansion, in the garden. (Sobs) It was going to be a beautiful ceremony. Valerie found this really nice yellow minidress on Rodeo Drive, and I was going to wear my tux and beads. All of the roses are in bloom, and it smells so nice out there. (Sobs) Oh, Valerie.... (Mr. Bennett holds the sobbing boy) :((
Maxine: Wouldn't the mansion be guarded?
Daphne: And what about Lauren?
Micky: They'll probably keep her hidden somewhere.
Davy: That's where all of you come in. We're going to crash the pahty and distract the guests while Petah gets to Valerie and Micky and I look for Lauren.
Emma: All of the security guards will probably be guarding the wedding, anyway. I can't imagine it'll be TOO hard to get in. We just have to look like we belong (grins widely) then create a ruckus. ;) :D
Daphne: (Puts a hand on Davy's shoulder) I'm coming with you.
Davy: Daphne....
Daphne: Davy, I know what I'm doing, and I could help!
Davy: If you really want to (smiles) we could probably use the help. :)
Joe: Hey, is there going to be food at this party?
Mike: It's only catered by Millie McNulty of Millie's Cheesecakes and Other Goodies! :D
Nyles: All right! :D
Marcus: (Grins and raises his hand) I'm in, then. ;)
Cory: Millie makes the world's best cheesecakes! :D
Danny: Hey, remember, these are rich snobs! They can afford the best! ;)
Tilly: (Grins) And Millie is the best.
Joe: What about a security system?
Mr. Bennett: (Nods as he rubs Peter's back) That's a good question. Wealthy homes often have an elaborate system to guard their valuables.
Peter: (Looks up from Mr. Bennett's shoulder, sniffling) And Valerie's dad's house has one of the biggest.
Emma: Anyone who is good with mechanics could probably dismantle it. ;)
Davy: (Grins at Micky) Sounds right up your alley, Mick. We could do it while lookin' for Lauren. ;) :D
Micky: *grins* Gladly. ;)
Mr. Bennett: Be careful, kids. We don't want you to fry yourselves along with the machinery. :p
Micky: *waves it off* I can handle it! ;)
Davy: I've seen 'im 'andle worse! ;)
Mike: We're gonna have to split up. One group will find Valerie and get Peter to her, one group will find Lauren and help Micky dismantle the security system, and one group will distract Shelia, Ronnie, and the guests.
Mike: (Grins) And I'm leadin' the distractin' group. ;) :D
Emma: I'm with you, of course.
Nyles: I'm distracting, too! :D ;)
Mike: No, honey. You and Mr. Bennett are gonna go to the cops.
Emma: Miiiiikkkkeeeee...
Mike: We've got a chance for them to get Shelia this time, on at least three or four counts of kidnapping.
Micky: *makes a face* Em, please don't whine... *holds his head*
Mr. Bennett: It would probably be best if you and I were away from the action, young lady. You're with child (looks at his bony body) and I'm far from being one. :p We'll have to come up with a convincing story for the police, though.
Emma: If it's Seargent Nielson, he'll be more than happy to listen to ANY story that will convict Shelia. She's already evaded him twice. :p
Davy: 'E don't like 'er any more than we do. :p
Emma: (Rubs her stomach) I hate having to miss the action...and I can't save Lauren, either. :p
Mike: Yeah, but you'll finally help put Shelia behind bars for good. :p
John: (Nods) Us Four Martians will help distract. ;)
Joe: (Raises his hands) The Jolly Green Giants are going to help get Pete to his chick! (Grins) Maybe even throw Farnsworth around a little. Couldn't be too hard. As I recall, he don't have much meat on him. ;)
Marcus: I could lift him with my little finger!
Kimberly: Bet if I touched him, he'd faint. :p
Mr. Bennett: You know this is breaking and entering.
Mike: Hey, it's Pete's weddin', really!
John: We're just going to have to crash quietly, then. ;)
Nyles: Man, I don't know if we can do that... ;)
Danny: Like anyone would notice us around all those snobs, anyway!
Mr. Bennett: Perhaps this will require a bit of (grins) subterfuge, then.
Peter: Subterfuge?
Tilly: Like, disguises and stuff?
Nyles: Sneakyness? :D ;)
Mike: (Nods) We'll have to look like part of the wedding party.
Tilly: (Grins) Oooh, I have this hot pink strapless number leftover from my sister's wedding! :D
Maxine: Maybe we could even pass ourselves off as bridesmaids and stuff. ;)
Jenny: I've always wanted to be a bridesmaid! :X
Marcus: We have these suits we wore for this wedding gig we played last year.
Danny: Marc, I don't think paisley ties and day-glow yellow socks go over well with the nose-in-the-air crowd. :p
Mike: Ok, do we all know what we're going to do?
Bobby: Party?
Emma: (Sighs) Everyone know who does what?
Mike: We'll figure the rest of it out the day of the (grins wickedly) event. ;)
Daphne: Man, is THIS going to be a wedding to remember! ;)
Peter: (Sadly) Yeah....
Cory: I'll bring the camera! ;)
Emma: Micky should film it. ;) :D
Micky: I will! ;)
Tilly: I wonder if the government's in on this? After all, Farnsworth Trust is a VERY powerful corporation! They probably have their fingers into every pie from here to China! I could tell you some stories...
John: Later, Till. :p
Mr. Bennett: You all know what you're doing, right? This isn't just a middle-aged businessman and his niece we're handling this time. We're invading the wedding of some very powerful people.
Mike: We'll be all right, Mr. Bennett.
Davy: It's not like we ain't 'andled powahful people before.
Mr. Bennett: Just promise me you won't do anything too stupid. If it gets hot, I want all of you, down to the very last man, woman and child, to leave as quickly as you can and let the police handle what's left.
Kimberly: We can handle it, Mr. Bennett!
Emma: (Pats her stomach and smiles) We'll be all right. The little Miss Nesmith thinks so, too. She just told me on the side of my ribs. ;)
Davy: She's Mike's kid, all right. ;)
*Micky snickers.* ;)
(Mike makes a face.)
Mike: Ok, everyone. We'll meet here before we go on to the Cartwright Mansion. Those of you who are invading the inside of the mansion proper will need to talk to Peter before they go to get plans.
Davy: Bettah bring all the vehicles, too, for extra-quick back up.
Mr. Bennett: If things get ugly, the quicker you get out, the better.
Danny: Aw, come on, Mr. Bennett. It's just a wedding.
Cory: That we're crashing. :p
Danny: What's the worst that could happen?
Jenny: I break a nail?
Marcus: We get killed?
John: We get arrested for breaking and entering?
Joe: Millie runs out of cheesecake before we get there? ;)
Nyles: All of the above?
Bobby: Man, don't even THINK that! Millie's GOTTA have enough for everyone! ;) :D
Mike: Any questions?
Tilly: (Raises her hand) Are you guys SURE aliens aren't involved with this?
Mike: No, Tilly, no aliens. Not aliens, not the Loch Ness Monster, not Big Foot, not even Godzilla, and DEFINATELY not the government. :p
Mike: Any OTHER questions?
(There's a couple of nervous coughs from the room, but no questions.)
Mike: Ok, gang. We expect you to meet here around eleven o'clock Thursday morning. The wedding is at noon at the Cartwright Mansion. Wear your absolute best clothing, the kind of thing you'd wear to a fancy weddin'. Remember, we're crashin' a party at a mansion, not at the Club Fairview, so dress accordin'ly. (Nods at Mr. Bennett) Mr. Bennett and my lovely wife will go to our friendly local lawkeepers and alert them to the goin's on.
Peter: (Nods) My group will find Valerie and get her out, or at least get her where Ronnie and Shelia can't hurt her.
Micky: Mine will take care of the security system & find Lauren.
Mike: And my group will distract Ronnie, Shelia, the guards, and the guests while everyone else does their thing.
Emma: Anything else?
(Total silence)
Mike: (Picks up the yellow gavel and bangs it on a table) Ok, gang, this meetin' is adjourned. (Bangs the table too hard and knocks it on the floor)
Peter: I think we need a new table. :o
Micky: At least it isn't the gavel this time. ;)
Mike: (Shakes his head) This one cost me enough. :p
Mr. Bennett: Just take care, ok, kids? I don't want to see you dead or in jail.
Mike: By this time, Mr. B, we're old hands at bringin' down one of Shelia's schemes. :p
Mr. Bennett: But you always did it within the law.
Mike: We still are. That should be Pete's weddin', not Ronnie's, and Pete DID invite us.
Peter: (Grins) That's right! :D
(Most of the group has filed out but Nyles, Daphne, and Mr. Bennett.)
Daphne: (To Micky and Davy) If there's anything I can do to help you boys, name it.
Micky: *shrugs* Just helping us look is enough. :)
Davy: (Puts a hand on Micky's shoulder) We'll get 'er back, Mick. Don't worry.
Daphne: Can you...feel her, Mick?
Micky: *nods* Yeah... *pulls at the collar of his shirt* ;)
Daphne: What's wrong, Mick?
Micky: They must've put something around her neck. I can practically feel it. :P
Davy: Must be pretty tight, then. :p
Daphne: Is she ok?
Micky: She's okay, but confused. *small grin* I thought I felt her get annoyed earlier. ;)
Davy: Confused...
Daphne: (Makes a face) They must have muddled her. :p
Micky: *nods* Would explain my headache. :P
Davy: Petah 'ad one, too. They probably muddled Val to control 'er. :p
Daphne: How's Peter taking this?
Davy: (Sighs) Not well, luv.
(Peter sits on the bandstand with Mr. Bennett and Mike, his head in his hands.)
Daphne: It's a shame. He and Valerie were always so cute together, and Val's a nice girl.
*Nyles nods.*
Davy: Shelia's got this overwhemin' desire to keep us single. :p
Mike: (As the others join them) It'll be ok, Pete. We'll get her back.
Mr. Bennett: How did this happen, anyway?
Peter: (Sniffles) I got caught getting my banjo back from the Music Society. They used me to trap Valerie and the others. :((
Mike: You gotta quit thinkin' about how it happened, Pete. Think about gettin' Val and Lauren out now.
Emma: You're as worthy of Valerie as anyone, and probably more worthy than most.
Peter: (Softly) I love her so much. I've loved her since the first time we played for her in her dad's house, when she was auditioning us for her party. :X
Mike: Think the feelin' was mutual, buddy. ;)
Peter: I never thought I'd be able to talk to a girl enough to ask her the time of day, much less marry her.
Micky: You did it, though. :)
Peter: (Sighs dreamily) I...had this dream last night. It was really weird.
Emma: Tell us about it!
Mr. Bennett: What you can remember, anyway. It may help, Peter.
Peter: I was a peasant who fell in love with a princess, but another prince wanted her, too, so he asked a bad witch to put a spell on the princess to make her not remember me.
Peter: I couldn't really see the princess, or the witch, for that matter. It was so shadowy. (Gulps) Ronnie...did something like that to Valerie when we were there. He put her under some kind of weird trance. :(
Mr. Bennett: (Puts his hand on Peter's shoulder) We'll get you to her somehow, Peter. I have the feeling she may remember you more than she can say right now.
Peter: Maybe she's having nice dreams, too! :)
Davy: (Elbows Micky) 'Ey, Mick, wot kinda dreams you been havin' lately that you can share? ;)
Mike: Nuthin' repeatable in present company, probably. ;)
Micky: *raises his eyebrows; grins* You got it, Mike. ;) :">
(Everyone chuckles.)
*Micky shrugs.* ;)
Mr. Bennett: (Looks behind him) Why don't we take this conversation out to the beach? It's a lovely day, and it would be a shame to waste it.
Mike: (Grins) Sure, what the heck? :)
Micky: Okay. :)
(Everyone starts to file out to the beach. Peter stops Micky on the way out.)
Peter: Micky...I'm sorry I got you and Lauren mixed up in this. :(
Micky: *shakes his head* Pete, it isn't you fault. I don't blame you, and Lauren wouldn't either. I just kinda feel empty without her, you know?
Peter: (Puts his hand on his chest sadly) Yes, I know, Mick. I know too well. :(
Micky: *small smile* So why don't we go out on the beach & feel empty together? ;)
Peter: (little smile) Sure! :) (He puts his arm around Micky's shoulders, and they walk onto the beach together.)