Everyone ready to begin?

Mike: I just wanna know what's goin' on! :p

Davy: Me too. :P

(We open back in Lauren and Micky's room. Mike shoves a pile of clothes off a chair and settles down in it. Emma sits on the bed. Zelda, Davy, and Daphne take the couch.)

Mike: This is ridiculous! I can't believe he'd do this!

Zelda: I cannot figure out what's going on with him. If this was a joke, he should've given it up a while ago.

Mike: There's somethin' wrong here. (Sniffs) Somethin' don't smell right.

Emma: (Nods) Wolf senses acting up, honey?

Mike: Big time, and have been ever since we were at the zoo. I couldn't tell what was goin' on there because of all the other animal scents, but I can feel somethin' now.

Emma: (Leans back) Lauren's right. Even Micky wouldn't have carried a gag on for this long.

Davy: Something's got to be wrong.

Emma: I don't know what else we can do tonight, though. Where COULD he be?

Mike: Maybe we'll wait and see if he shows up in the morning. If he's not here by the morning, we'll call the cops and put out a missing person's notice.

Daphne: Shall we call it a night, then?

Emma: Maybe we'd better. (Grins at Daphne) Wanna go down to the coffee shop on the corner and get some tea and cake? Maybe dessert will get our minds off this.

Mike: I ain't hungry. I think I'll stay here and get some rehearsal time in.

Zelda: I'll pass.

Daphne: Sure!

Davy: I think I'll join you ladies.

Emma: Ok, Dave. I'm sure there will be plenty for all of us.

Mike: You know (he leans over Zelda) there's somethin' funny about you, Lauren.

Emma: (Grins) Looks like good ol' Lauren to me!

Zelda: You'd better not be sniffing me, Mike.

Mike: (He DOES sniff) Somethin' smells weird on you. You don't smell like yourself.

Emma: Maybe your nose is still confused.

Zelda: Mike! *backs away, but she's chuckling a bit*

Mike: No, seriously. I don't smell your usual scents, the bank and the kids and Micky and your house, or even the concert arena. Somethin'...muskier. I don't think you or Mick use an after shave quite that strong.

Davy: Mike, this is getting more than a little weird.

Mike: Yeah. (Looks at the others; shakes his head) Maybe I'm just goin' nuts.

Emma: We'll come back upstairs in a little while, ok Baby? Maybe you'll be feeling better by then.

Mike: Some work will clear my head, darlin'. It always does.

Emma: (Leans over and kisses him) We'll only be a little while.

Mike: All right, darlin'. Maybe I'll even join you later.

(Emma, Daphne, and Davy head out. Mike stands.)

Mike: I don't know 'bout you, darlin', but I wanna get some work done for the new album. Maybe you oughta clear out and see what you can do about findin' Mick.

Zelda: *shakes her head* There's nothing left to do tonight. Can't I just hang around? You won't even know I'm here.

Mike: Suit yourself, darlin'. (He picks up his guitar and begins picking out notes)

*Zelda glances around the room as Mike picks at the guitar. She decides a course of action and moves toward the bathroom.*

(Mike continues to play his guitar, not even noticing she's gone. He now plays something that sounds like "Conversations.")

*As soon as Zelda is behind Mike, she turns around and sneaks up behind him. She quickly puts her fingers to his temples and rubs.*

Mike: Wha... (he drops his guitar) Lauren? What are you doin'? (He tries to pull away from her)

Zelda: You're not going anywhere, Mike!

Mike: Lauren, cut it out! What the HELL is this? (He finally pulls away, scrambling to his feet) I knew I smelled somethin' weird about you!

Zelda: Well, aren't you just the special one!? *folds her arms* So, what's my smell? You've already mentioned that it's musky. Tell me.

Mike: It's spicy and almost tropical, not like Lauren at all. She usually just smells like soap, Micky, and baby food. She hates perfumes.

Zelda: Spicy and tropical... *considers* I like that. *smirks*

Mike: You ain't Lauren. I've sensed somethin' wrong about you since we were at the zoo. Who ARE you?

Zelda: Oh, but I am Lauren, to an extent.

Mike: You can't be. You don't smell like her, and you sure as hell don't act like her.

Zelda: But I am. Kinda like Alex is Micky.

Mike: A clone? But you can't be! That equipment's at the University of California!

Zelda: *rolls her eyes* Like I haven't heard this before. Alex made a new machine. Duh!

Mike: Great. Figures. (He ducks around her) You had something to do with Micky disappearing, I'll bet.

Zelda: Stand still! (Grins) Alex had a little more to do with it than me.

Mike: No way I'm standin' still around a devil with twitchy little rubbing fingers. (He jumps away again as Zelda reaches for him) I think I'd better get to the police now, insteada waitin' for the mornin'.

Zelda: You leave me no choice. *launches herself at him; they go crashing to the floor, tumbling one over the other, until she comes out on top* Well?

Mike: (Struggles and shoves at her) Man Lauren, did Mick give you some kinda strength potion?

Zelda: Quit squirming! The name's Zelda, Knight!

Mike: Damn it, get OFF me! You're a lot heavier than you look! (He struggles harder)

Zelda: I will if you stop squirming!

Mike: Like I'd trust a devil.

Zelda: I'm not asking you to trust me. It just seems so obvious.

Mike: I ain't trustin' you. The moment you try anythin, I'm shovin' you off. (His struggles subside somewhat)

Zelda: Then I'll have to go to my last resort. *pulls out a rope and swiftly ties it around his wrists*

Mike: What in the... (frowns, his eyes becoming glassy) What's that?

Zelda: Oh, just a fun little piece of rope to tame the wild beast.

Mike: What... (he tries to struggle again, but it's light) What's wrong with me? I ain't got no energy.

Zelda: That's the idea.

Mike: My head feels heavy, like lead...

Zelda: Just what I was hoping for!

Mike: No... (Zelda pulls him up) What'cha gonna do?

Zelda: First, I'm gonna do this. *pinches his nose, then swats it with the other hand* So much for those wolf senses.

Mike: (Sniffs; gulps) My...my nose...I can't...smell... (Softly) Please, I can't sense almost anythin' without my nose!

Zelda: Aw, poor baby.

Mike: Zelda, give me my sense of smell back!

Zelda: I'm a devil! Why would I give it back?

Mike: I feel so strange. Can't you at least untie my hands?

(Zelda leans him back on the bed, running her fingers across his cheeks and down his neck.)

Mike: (Snickers) That tickles!

Zelda: *grins* Do you like that?

Mike: (Murmurs) Yeah...feels funny...

(She runs her fingers across his body, including into his trousers; he gasps.)

Zelda: *smirks* Ooh, I think you REALLY liked that.

Mike: N...no...please, I got Em, she'll know...

Zelda: How's she gonna find out? You won't tell! I won't tell!

Mike: No, but she'll feel it... (He gasps again as Zelda runs her fingers down his legs)

Zelda: Then we'll deny it when she asks later. ;)

(Mike whimpers as Zelda draws her fingers back up his legs and to his chest. She undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt.)

Mike: We're not gonna...

Zelda: *half grin* Nah, not that. I am in the mood for a good soul reading, though.

Mike: (Eyes widen) What?

Zelda: *kneads her fingers into his chest* Ah, another vote of worry on your little band breaking up. You're still worrying over your movie flop. Let’s see... (she pushes her fingers further; Mike gasps) financial situation...you and Emma. *smirks* You fear your wolf senses may get out of control, as well as your other abilities for that matter. You don't feel like you're really the Great Leader anymore. Darn shame.

Mike: Guys don't listen to me like they used to...I can't keep them in line. (Gulps) And Pete...I lost Pete.

Zelda: *runs her fingers through his hair* Aw.

*She swiftly waves her hand over his eyes, effectively knocking him out. She unties the rope and buttons his shirt back up. She situates him to look a little more natural, then waves the other hand over his head, making him forget what happened. She whistles as she heads out of the room as we fade out.*