(We open in Mike and Emma's room in the hotel. Everyone is sprawled on chairs, couches, or the floor. Mike, of course, has the biggest chair.)

Mike: God, I'm glad to be back.

Bob: How was that concert after everything with the devils was sorted out?

Mike: Tiring.

Micky: Fun!

Emma: I enjoyed the time I was up there. Lauren and I went backstage after "I'm A Believer" was finished, partially to keep up the illusion that the whole thing with Sheila and Alex was part of the show (makes a face) and partially because we weren't sure how the people in charge of the concert were going to handle us being there.

Lauren: No kidding.

Mike: I called our handlers after the show was over. (Rolls his eyes) No, they weren't crazy about the girls being there, but they liked the idea of us arriving by fireworks and hydraulics. They want us all to make our entrance like that for the rest of the tour.

Micky: You're welcome.

Bert: Micky and Lauren, how are you both feeling?

Micky: *sighs* I still don't recall anything from while I was a bear.

Lauren: *shakes her head* If I had a dollar for every time Alex has gotten his grubby hands on me...

Mike: We really have to start keeping a better eye on each other, especially now that we have one more devil to deal with.

Emma: And she's almost as bad as Sheila. (Makes a face) She has a lot of Sheila's abilities, including easily seducing anything male.

Mike: Yeah, no kiddin'.

Bert: How's your wolf senses feeling, Mike.

Mike: Just fine. (Grins at Emma) We had a nice long chat about that in the dressing room during my costume change. (Emma grins back)

Bert: So, who's came up with the idea for this one?

Emma: (Indicates Lauren) This was entirely her fault.

Lauren: *shrugs* I accept full responsibility.

Emma: I think this is one of the many ideas we came up with during our extensive brainstorming chats last summer and early fall. (Looks at Lauren) I think you said you got it from an article you read at the time about a polar bear cub with a Micky personality.

Lauren: It was something like that, yeah.

Emma: The concert tour and the new clone didn't come about until later in the fall. We've done very little with the actual concerts, beyond occasional videos. I thought it would be fun to have a story where one of the guys is missing during a concert. And Zelda was an offshoot of a much darker plot Lauren and I discussed, but ultimately dropped. It was really TOO nasty, even for us.

Bob: How dark are we talking? Could we still see it in the future?

Emma: Not likely. Like I said, it was too dark.

Bob: So, where's the next tour date?

Mike: We're off to Edmonton next, then Vancouver, and then we're goin' home. (Sighs) I can't wait to get home. I wanna see the kiddies and work on the next album.

Emma: I miss my babies so much...

Micky: *slight smirk* I wonder if we'll be able to get ours BACK from Mom.

Mike: She's real crazy about them kids, ain't she? (Grins at Davy) And she has Lizzie, too.

Emma: Daph went out with the Abbies. They deserve a full four-course dinner for helping us out tonight. All three of them went above and beyond the call of duty.

Davy: No kidding.

Mike: We should ask them to help with stuff like this more often. They're really good at sabotage. I didn't figure out it was them doin' all that stuff until Maxine told me backstage. ;)

Emma: We needed them to stall for us while we got Micky, Lauren, and Zelda over here.

Mike: What I want to know is, where in the HELL did Zelda come from?

Emma: (Looks at Lauren) Do you remember back in October, when they had us at the Hotel Caprice?

Lauren: Vaguely... *eyes widen* When they had us separated! I bet THAT'S what they made me forget! Emma: (Nods) I had no idea where you were for about twenty minutes after they transported us there. (Frowns) Weren't your kids complaining about not feeling well? The bad vibes in the hotel were probably getting to Jordan, but there was no reason for the twins and Leah to feel lousy.

Lauren: Yeah, they were.

Mike: (Growls) So they made a clone of you after they got their hands on you durin' the whole Hotel Caprice mess. I wonder why they haven't tried cloning the rest of us?

Emma: They must not have the equipment anymore.

Micky: Wasn't Alex complaining about losing some equipment then?

Emma: (Nods) Yeah, right after the main hotel imploded. He must have left the equipment there and it was totaled with most of the building.

Mike: Thank god for that!

Bert: Hey Mick, what are you gonna do after the tour's over and you have free time on your hands?

Micky: *looks at Lauren* Uhhh...

*Lauren looks around, whistling innocently.*

Mike: (He, Emma, and Davy burst into laughter) Well, that answers THAT question.

Emma: (Thoughtful) You know, I was thinking. Almost everyone says they had their soul read or likely did. Why did the devils want that information so badly?

Mike: So they could get in our pants.

Emma: They could do that any time. (Frowns) I think they're planning something big.

Mike: Bigger than invadin' one of our concerts?

Emma: Much bigger. That soul remover thing was just the tip of the iceberg. (Looks at Micky) Did you get a good look at that thing backstage?

Micky: Yeah, I did. It would've been a major problem if we hadn't caught it in time.

Mike: No wonder they wanted you and me out of the way. I sensed somethin' weird about Zelda after we left the zoo, but I couldn't figure out what it was, and then my wolf senses vanished overnight.

Emma: Now that we all have more time to ourselves, we really need to step up training.

Mike: We gotta talk to Ursula, too. She knows her sister better than anybody. If Sheila's plannin' somethin' big, she'll feel it.

Emma: We'll need to work with the kids on their powers, especially the twins. (Looks at Lauren and Micky) Have you two seen signs of powers in Leah yet?

Micky: I thought I noticed something odd happening one time, but I'm not positive.

Emma: I haven't seen anything in Robbie, but I don't remember Katie showing any signs until she was about 1 1/2 or 2.

Mike: They'd better not try comin' after the kids again.

Emma: Not while we're there, and not unless they're part of a plan. Remember, Sheila does not like children. At all. It's not even her being a devil. She just can't handle them.

Bob: So, what's on the agenda for next month?

Emma: (Grins) Another absolutely brilliant Lauren idea.

Mike: Uh oh.

Lauren: Hey!?

Emma: This is one of her most, ahem, magical ideas. It's also one of the simplest. There will be no devils, complicated plot lines, or running around.

Emma: (Grins) In fact, you boys will be happy to know that this is the last we'll see of the devils until July.

Micky: Sounds interesting.

Mike: Well, thank god for that!

Emma: From July through November, we'll be seeing them four times in a row.

Mike: WHAT?

Emma: Our first four-part cliffhanger stories.

Mike: They'd better not get ugly.

Emma: Of course they will!

Mike: Damn it, we're all in trouble.

Emma: Next month's story won't be quite so ugly. Lots of strange and magical things, but no blood, guts, or ugly stuff.

Mike: That's a relief.

Emma: We're going to try something different with our villains next month.

Mike: What's more different than a devil?

Emma: A villainous mercenary.

Mike: A wha?

Emma: A rogue type. A guy who isn't out to hurt anything but people's wallets.

Mike: As long as he doesn't try to kill us or get in our pants, he can have my wallet.

Emma: (Smiles) Next month's story will be a major challenge for us. We've never done a bad guy who is only slightly bad.

Bert: Have you guys heard from Peter and Val?

Mike: Yeah, just called them and our kids today. They're doin' all right. Pete's talkin' about tryin' to start a band on his own, maybe goin' to New York again. (Mike makes face) Darn him! His band will last a few weeks. He ain't got no idea of how to lead a band. :p

Emma: How do you know that, dear?

Mike: 'Cause he ain't a leader.

Emma: (Sighs) Honey, we've been over this. Peter has a lot of things he needs to sort out, about himself, the group, and his relationship with Valerie and all of us. Give him time.

Bob: Maybe we'd better finish up, before things get to morose.

Emma: Micky and Lauren, would you like to do the honors?

Lauren: Have a great St. Patrick's Day and Easter, everyone!

Micky: Bye! Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

(Fade out on the hotel room. Fade in on Micky and Lauren's kitchen, about a month later. It's not long after the end of the tour. Micky, Lauren, Emma, and Mike are all seated at the table in the kitchen, the remains of a full meal covering it.)

Emma: Micky, I was a little nervous about eating a full Mediterranean meal, but that was really good!

Mike: Nice job, Mick.

Micky: Thanks! I'm glad you guys let me try something outta that new cookbook I picked up.

Lauren: Even if most of it sounded really weird.

Mike: I can't pronounce most of it, but it sure tasted good.

Micky: I can't pronounce most of it, either.

Mike: As long as it ain't like that stuff you gave us on the plane home from Calgary. I was losin' my lunch every time I saw plaid for a week.

Micky: That was an honest mistake, okay? I didn't know you'd had cream in your coffee! You usually drink it black.

Mike: My stomach felt a little upset.

Emma: So Mick, what's for dessert?

Micky: Well, it was a tough decision, but since I'd gone all out on the main meal, I thought I'd pick something easy for dessert: cream puffs.

Lauren: Sounds safe enough.

Mike: Bring 'em out!

*Micky goes to the counter and returns with a plate of cream puffs. He sets it down in the middle of the table.*

Micky: Help yourselves!

(Everyone does so, including Micky. They all take a bite...and everyone grins.)

Emma: Wow Mick, this is the best cream puff I've ever had!

Mike: The pastry's real light and flaky...

Emma: And the cream's perfectly sweet!

Lauren: Yummy!

Micky: *grins* I just followed the directions and added a little something special, that's all.

Mike: You know, Mick, I think these are good enough to sell!

Micky: Nahh. *pauses* Really? You think so?

Mike: (Nods) I'll bet a hundred local restaurants and hotels would love to serve these!

Emma: It's not a bad idea, at that.

Mike: We could all use a little extra cash on hand after the "Head" thing.

Emma: Why don't we start tonight?

Micky: Well...okay! Let’s get started!

Mike: Yeah. The faster we make back the money we lost on that fiasco, the better. :p

(A few hours later, every stands around the kitchen, which is now filled with cream puffs, ingredients, and pans. "Limbo Rock" plays in the background; once in a while, someone will sing along.)

Mike: (Looks at a clipboard) Ok, folks, we've gotta pick it up if we want to be finished with these by morning.

Emma: It would go faster if you'd lend a hand.

Micky: Yeah, Mike.

Lauren: I am so worn out.

Micky: I especially like your fashion statement with the end of your tie tucked into your button-up shirt.

Mike: I don't want this tie to be covered in cream. It ain't like anyone's gonna see us.

Micky: Then why didn't you just take the tie off!?

Mike: I will, ok! (He grabs the tie off)

(Emma tries to push past Lauren to get to the flour and accidentally bumps her while doing so.)

Lauren: Stop bumping me, Em!

Emma: I didn't mean to!

Lauren: You've been bumping me for the past two hours!

Micky: Ladies...

Emma: Well, if you'd stop hogging the whole counter...

Lauren: What hogging?

Mike: Girls! (Gets between them) Why don't you two go upstairs and take a load off? Check on the kids, kick back. We'll finish this.

Lauren: *sighs* Sorry. I get cranky when I'm tired. That's a good idea, though.

Micky: "We?"

Emma: Yeah. Come on, Lauren. We'll see you guys later. (They head upstairs)

Mike: Yeah, we! As in you and me. (He rolls up his sleeves and grabs some dough) Well, let's get crackin'! We gotta do this as fast as we can if we wanna ship them tomorrow!

Micky: Whoa, Mike! We can't rush these! Part of what makes them so good is the slow baking time! Not to mention taking special care in kneading the dough! *pauses* And NOW you finally decide to join in and get your hands messy?

Mike: A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. We lost the girls, so we're going to have to increase the workforce. (Shrugs) And does it really matter how they're baked, as long as they make it in the oven?

Micky: *starting to whine a little* Yes, it does!

Mike: Mick, if you don't want to help me, fine, but I DO want to get these out!

Micky: I want to help, but the book says you have to go slow, or else.

Mike: Or else what? Curdled cream? (He turns to the rolling pin) Now, come on. Let's do this.

Micky: *quietly* They go boom...

Mike: They WHAT?

Micky: Just what I said. They go boom.

Mike: What do you mean, "go boom?" Is this one of your experiments?

Micky: No, but...

*Micky is suddenly caught by one of the cream puffs exploding. The cream splatters Micky in the face.*

Micky: *swipes a finger along his cheek* Uh oh.

Mike: It was just one. Might have been a bad one.

Micky: *points at another one that’s expanding* Nope, look at that one!

*As they watch the one that Micky points out, others start exploding all around them in a chain reaction. The two guys stand frozen, getting relatively covered in cream. It's almost a full minute before the exploding stops.*

Mike: Um...how about we clean up the kitchen and make one batch for the families in the morning?

Micky: *nods* Yeah. Good idea.

(And we fade out on the guys surrounded by detonated cream puffs as we launch into "Teardrop City," which plays over the production stills in the end credits. We get a shot of the six Monkees and ladies and the Abbies onstage at the concert with the words "Happy Easter From Dream World!" in pastels with a small colored egg over it.)