Everyone ready to visit with Stephan Stills and rock the Big Apple? :D

Lauren: Yeah!

Micky: You bet! :D

Peter: I want to introduce you guys to my friend! :)

Davy: I'm all for it. :)

Mike: (Quietly) Yeah...

(Cut to a little later. Everyone is eating their lunches, including Peter.)

Valerie: Peter, you and Stephan were WONDERFUL on stage! :)

Peter: (Blushes) Thanks, Valerie. I haven't played with him in a long time, not since we lived in the Village together. :">

Mike: I've always liked the way you handle that banjo, buddy.

Micky: Yeah, Pete, I was getting ready to look for a fire extinguisher. Man, you were on fire! ;) :D

Mike: I ain't seen you play like that for a long time, Pete. You're really happy here, ain't ya?

Peter: (Smiles as he eats his veggie sandwich) Well, yes. You've seen what it's like, all the artists and musicians and creative people. I played some of my first real gigs here.

(At this point, Stephan Stills joins the group, smiling at his friend and the others.)

Stephan: Hey, Peter. Mind if I join you guys?

Peter: I don't. (To the others) How about you guys?

Micky: *grins* Not at all! Pull up a chair! :)

Mike: (Nods) You were really doin' well up there. You're damn good.

Stephan: Thanks. (Pulls a chair up between Mike and Peter)

Peter: I bought your first album, Steve. It’s great!

Stephan: (Grins) Thanks. Seems to be doing pretty well.

Peter: Oh, geez, I'm being rude. Let me introduce you to all of my friends. (Points to each person in turn) This is Mike. That's his wife Emma on his other side, then Lauren and her husband Mickey, the Westminster Abbies Daphne, Jenny, Maxine, and Kimberly, Davy, and (puts his arm around Valerie) I've written you about my wife, Valerie. :)

Valerie: (Beams proudly) Nice to meet you. (This goes around the table.)

Peter: Valerie and I are going to have a baby in June. :D

Stephan: No shit, really? That's awesome! I can't believe it, you, a dad. Who'd have thunk when we were sharing that ratty old apartment on Bedford Street that I'd end up with a hit record and you'd become a father? :D

Peter: I remember that apartment! The one with all the bugs, right?

Stephan: (Nods) And the landlord who drank something that was imported and illegal, if the time it took to make him sick as a dog was any indication. ;) :p

Peter: Do you remember when we first played here?

Stephan: (Nods) I think I still have a lump on my skull when a couple of drunks got too close. ;)

Peter: They weren't all drunks! There were a lot of locals, too. :)

Mike: (Looks at his watch) I hate to reminise and run, but us boys really need to return to our hotel to rest up for tonight's big show.

Maxine: And us girls need to wash the "living art" off our bodies. ;) :p

Stephan: I think it looks kind of groovy. ;)

Peter: The next time you're in California, give me a call, ok, and we'll talk old times. :)

Stephan: I'll try, Peter. We've been working on recording our next album, but (looks around) we were on a publicity tour, and I felt the need to come back here and work out some old memories, know what I mean?

Peter: (Nods) Yeah, I do, Steve. (Quiet) I do.

Jose: (As he brings the check) You come back around when you are famous, Smiley, and I can say I remember you back when you just came off the dairy truck from Connecticut! ;)

Peter: Thanks, Jose! :)

(Everyone files out. Mike still looks a bit sad as Peter and Stephan shake hands, embrace, and promise to try to get back together once they return to California.)

Emma: (Sighs; to Lauren) Peter really likes it here, doesn't he?

Lauren: He sure does, but this was where he used to live. *smiles* I'd feel the same if we went up to Massachusetts. :)

Emma: (Nods at Mike) Something's bothering Mike. I think he's afraid of losing Peter the way we almost lost Davy. (Sighs) It hurts him more than that did, in some ways. Peter is his best friend, and you know how bad he is about sharing. :p

Lauren: *nods* I agree. I don't think we'll lose Peter, though. I think Mick knows best how Mike feels right now.

Emma: Maybe you ought to get Mick to talk to Pete before the show tonight, before we end up in another big confrontation like the one between Mike and Davy. Mike still feels bad about that arguement. :p

Lauren: I'll do that.

(As the kids leave, the man who was talking into his collar before finishes the last of his drink, speaks into his collar again, tips his hat, and follows them. As he tips his hat over his face, we get a very quick flash of brown eyes and salt-and-pepper hair.)

(Cut to backstage at the Aquatica Club. The boys wear their blue six-button shirts and jeans. The Four Martians, decked out in turquoise versions of their glittery "alien" costumes, play an instrumental number as kids dance and critics in suits and ties watch the proceedings. Peter dreamily strums his banjo away from the other guys, his large, light-brown eyes far away. Mickey walks over from his drums and sits down with him on a crate.)

*Micky listens while Peter strums, waiting a few moments.*

Micky: Hey, Pete. Sounds good, man. :)

Peter: (Distracted) Hmm? (Finally looks at Micky) Oh, thanks, Mick.

Micky: *smiles* You're welcome.

Peter: It's just something I've started working on. Being back in Grenwich Village...it was weird, man.

Micky: *nods* Yeah. Umm, Pete, I don't know how the ask this in a roundabout way, so I'm going for the direct question. I wanna hear the truth. You aren't thinking about staying here, or actually, Grenwich, are you? 'Cause it seems we went through this with Davy...

Peter: (Sighs) I'm not going to lie and say I didn't think about it. I've always liked it here. It's more laid-back, you know?

Micky: Yeah, I know. I mean, I like it here, too. It's nice here, but you know we'd miss you.

Peter: I'd miss you guys, too. Too much. You're like my brothers. (Sighs) And I don't really want to relocate Valerie while she's pregnant.

Micky: Good to hear. :)

Peter: (Grins) Besides, we're just getting better club gigs. Maybe this will finally lead us to a real recording contract! That would make Mike happy, and I want our music to be heard, like Stephan's is. :)

Micky: Exactly! And, speaking of Mike, I think he'd like to hear you say all of this, too. He's kinda thinking about you the way I thought about Dave and the theater and everything. *grins* No sense in Mike getting unnecessarily hot under the collar, right? ;)

Peter: I don't want to fight with him the way Davy did! Mike's my best friend! I have a lot of great memories, but I can talk to Mike, tell him when something's wrong, and he always knows what to do.

Micky: That's why I think the two of you had better talk soon. *slightly evil grin* I can't STAND it when Mike gets quiet. Really freaks me out. ;)

Peter: I hope he hasn't broken anything. :o

Micky: I don't think he has, not yet, at least. ;)

Peter: (Taps Mike on the shoulder; he's checking the amps with a stagehand) M...michael?

Mike: (Doesn't look up) Yeah, what is it, Pete?

Peter: Michael, I...

Stagehand 2: (Ducks his head in) Monkees, you're on!

Peter: Michael...

Mike: (Puts Black Beauty on) We'll talk later, Pete, ok?

Peter: (Sighs and puts the bass on as the boys get onstage) Ok, Michael, but it's really important.

Mike: We'll talk about it after the show, when we get to the hotel. Maybe we could hang out in the lobby and have a snack or somethin', ok? :)

Peter: (Smiles) Ok, Mike!

Davy: Everyone ready?

Micky: *twirls his sticks* I've been ready since dawn! I just had to rinse a few things. *grins widely* ;)

(Davy hits him lightly over the head with a maraca. ;) )

Mike: (Shakes his head, but he’s smiling faintly) Cool it, guys. ;)

Micky: What? ;)

Peter: (Peers out the curtain) Wow, guys, there's a really big crowd tonight! (Frowns) Oh, man, I think I see that Eric Kendred guy again! :p

Davy: Wot, you mean 'alf the rock and rollahs in the city ain't killed 'im yet? :p

Micky: That's amazing. :P

Announcer: And now, here's that wacky, wild foursome, The Monkees! Hit it, boys! :D

(We go into a performance video of "Valleri" that looks like a cross between the performance videos of the first season and the "Long Title" sequence from "Head," with psychadelic special effects on faces and crowd scenes, kids dancing everywhere, wild lighting effects, and occasional close-ups on kids shaking it.)

Emma: (As the video ends; points to one table with a frown) Hey, isn't he familiar?

Lauren: *nods* Yeah, he is.

Valerie: (Nods; eyes widen) It's Inspector Honeywell and Agent Broderick! :o

Emma: What are THEY doing here? They should be chasing spies back in California!

Lauren: I wonder if we really wanna know. :P

Valerie: The guys haven't run into any old enemies that I know of recently.

Lauren: I don't like this. :P

(Cut to a bit later. The end of "Valleri" fades out and in on the end of "Words." The boys are sweaty but very happy, even Mike. The kids on the dance floor applaud and whistle. The girls do, too. :) )

Mike: (Grins) We're glad you liked us, folks. We'll be back tomorrow with the Westminster Abbies, so don't any of you go home disappointed or anything. ;)

(The boys go backstage and take off their instruments, then come out to the floor. Mike gives Emma a kiss and sits next to her.)

Mike: Well, darlin', how did we sound? :)

Peter: (Sits next to Valerie) The crowd sure seemed to like us! :D

Micky: *plops down next to Lauren* I wanna do it again! :D

Davy: (Bows for the crowd) Ahh, my public. ;)

Daphne: (Pulls Davy into a chair) Sit down, before someone steps on you! :p ;)

Kimberly: Or your ego overwhelms the place. ;)

Davy: Funny, ladies. :p

Maxine: Seriously, you guys were GREAT.

Emma: You really tore the place apart! :D

Peter: Groovy! I can't wait to see our reviews! :D

Micky: I'd love to buy out every paper with even the slightest mention of us in it! :D ;)

Mike: Somethin' to add to our scrapbooks other than "Those boys played at that dive." ;) :p

Eric Kendred: (Goes up to the kids) Hello, everyone.

Mike: Good bye, Mr. Kendred. :p

Kitty Marmalade: Now, young man, that's no way to greet an elder.

Mike: It's how I greet people I don't respect, includin' elders. :p

Eric Kendred: (Narrows his eyes) Why would you say that?

Daphne: We read your review of our act this morning. :p

Maxine: Need we say more?

Mike: I'm almost afraid to read your review of US. :p

Eric Kendred: I never turn in a review that isn't one hundred percent the way I feel.

Mike: Then you really ARE an ass. :p

Kitty Marmalade: (Reaches out and slaps Mike) Watch your mouth, young man. X(

(Emma growls at Kitty. X( )

(Kitty glares back in her cold way. :p)

Micky: I really don't think THAT was neccesary. :P X-(

Eric Kendred: (Smirks) He's just showing why rock and rollers can't get heard on Broadway in a show that makes sense. :p

Davy: Possibly because the people who WRITE the shows ain't up to usin' any music newah than 1959? :p

Micky: *grins* Good one, Dave. ;) :P

Eric Kendred: Or because most rock music is poorly-written, childish, unmelodic, noisy, and complete and utter trash?

Peter: I thought that when I was younger too, Mr. Kendred, but then I listened to it.

Valerie: It isn't bad, Mr. Kendred. It's just something no one's heard before.

Lauren: Makes me wonder if you've actually really LISTENED to rock music, Mr. Kendred. :P

Eric Kendred: I listened, young lady. I heard nothing worth listening to. It's ordinary, everyday pop fluffiness.

(Mike narrows his eyes; Peter frowns.)

Kitty Marmalade: With a very strange identity crisis.

Micky: *mutters* I'm gonna hurt both of them. X-(

Eric Kendred: Maybe you'd be happier if you could find a genre and stick to it.

Mike: Five minutes ago, you were calling us rockers.

Eric Kendred: Your particular group is rock-country-folk-soul-god-only-knows-what-else.

Van: Is there a reason you're here, Kendred, or do you just LIKE insulting the people you're reviewing? :p

Kendred: Just want to offer some pointers.

Lauren: Pointers my elbow. X-(

Mike: Write your own songs, asshole, THEN offer pointers. X(

Kitty Marmalade: (As Eric Kendred narrows his eyes in return) Why don't we go out for dinner, Eric? I know a place that plays wonderful music, with REAL lyrics. :p

Eric Kendred: (Still glaring at Mike) Yes, let's do that, Miss Marmalade. (The two of them walk out together)

Van: If he wasn't so influential, I'd have the bouncers refuse both of the entrance to the club.

Emma: I don't get it. If they hate the music, why are they here?

Lauren: They love to make people feel beneath them? :P

(That's when the two men in suits whom the girls mentioned earlier approach the boys. Mike lets out a soft growl the moment Honeywell and Agent Broderick walk up to the group.)

Honeywell: Hello, kids.

Van: Who're you?

Honeywell: Nathan Honeywell, Chief Inspector of the Central Intelligence Service. This is my third-in-command, Donald Broderick.

(Broderick whips out one of his famous pads and starts taking notes.)

Mike: If you want us to do any spyin' work, the answer is NO. We're here on business. :p

Valerie: Why do you want to see us, anyway? Is it something about Dr. Marcovich?

Honeywell: (Shakes his head) No. As far as our contacts know, he never did regain his memory. He now works as a scientist for a plant making cleansing scrub powders in Passaic, New Jersey.

Davy: Then wot's going on?

Honeywell: Broderick and I were sent over here to invesitigate the series of jewel robberies that have occured over the past few months in the Tri-State Area. Our contacts tell us that your Peter Tork made a pick-up of one of the artifacts containing stolen goods yesterday.

Peter: (Gasps) M...ME?

Micky: *snorts* Oh, please.

Valerie: Peter wouldn't do that! :o

Honeywell: We don't think he made the pick-up on purpose, Mrs. Tork. It must have been a mistake, like Mr. Jones buying the maraca was.

Mike: And we almost got killed helping you with THAT. No sirree Bob, Honeywell, we want no part of this one. You can handle this yourself. Some of us have kids we have to take care of.

Peter: And Valerie is pregnant!

Honeywell: The jewel robbers may try to come after you. My men claim Darwin's already made contact with you several times.

Van: (Raises his eyebrows) Darwin? THE Darwin, the master of disguise I've read about?

Honeywell: Do you know any other jewel robbers by that name? :p

Emma: Honeywell, we're STILL not interested. We have families to protect now.

Honeywell: If Darwin knows you have the pick-up, he or his men may come after you. Remember what happened when you turned down our help with Dragonman?

(Mike winces. Peter whimpers. Davy groans. :p)

*Micky growls.* X-(

Honeywell: (Broderick writes down something on his pad and hands it to his boss, who hands it to Mike) Call this number if you change your minds.

Mike: We'll be just fine, Honeywell. We don't need help.

Davy: (Grumbles) Especially not YOURS. :p

(Honeywell and Broderick leave. Van watches them, then frowns and turns to the kids.)

Van: What's all this about spying?

Jenny: Good question.

Mike: We helped Honeywell out on a few of his cases when he and his men proved too incompetent for the job. No big deal.

Maxine: No big DEAL? You've been SPIES before, and you never told us?

Micky: It's no big deal to US!

Emma: It's called spying for a reason. We weren't really supposed to discuss it with anyone.

Peter: What do you think Darwin is after?

Mike: I don't know, and I don't care. We're NOT getting involved in any wild goose-chases. We're here to play a gig, not chase jewel robbers.

Van: I have to stay at the club, but the Jolly Green Giants are on next, so all of you are free to go. Your groups will play tomorrow, then have a day to yourselves before heading out.

Mike: Why don't we paint the town red? ;)

Peter: We'd need an awfully big bucket of paint for that!

(Valerie nudges a snickering Peter. ;) :p )

*Micky smacks his forehead.* :P

Emma: Not too hard, though. Some of you need to be able to think in the morning. :p

Lauren: Yeah, no kidding. ;) :P

Van: (Waves his hand) Why don't you kids go have a good time at another hot spot besides mine? I could recommend the Blue Olive down the street. It's more sophisticated, but some of the acts are pretty nice. :)

Mike: Anywhere to get out.

Emma: As long as they don't serve hard liquor. :p

Van: They do have a bar. Can't vouch for the liquor. I'm usually to busy watching the acts. ;)

Peter: Let's just go have some fun. :)

Valerie: Sounds good to me.

Maxine: Let me show you some real New York wildlife. ;)

*Micky whoops.* :D

Lauren: This should be an interesting night. ;)

(Fade out on the kids heading out of the Blue Olive and Van going backstage. Kitty Marmalade and Eric Kendred watch them, then return their eyes to the Jolly Green Giants, who are now on stage.)

(Fade in on the Blue Olive, which is done in a stylish Art Deco in various shades of blue, from cobalt to neon. The kids walk in and take a large table as a band in tuxes play "Peter Gunn's Theme.")

Mike: Classy, ain't it?

Peter: The blue's so pretty! It makes me feel very smooth and mellow, like silk. :)

Micky: You guys are gonna have to DRAG me outta here. :D

Valerie: I like this place. It's so thirties, I wouldn't be surprised if James Cagney and Ruby Keeler came out and started tapping on tables. :D

Emma: I have to admit, I like this as much as the Atlantica Club. Stylish, but a different kind of stylish. More...mature. :)

Lauren: Definitely, Em. This is NICE! :)

Peter: (As the lights dim) Hey, the show's starting! :)

Announcer: (Spotlight falls on him, in a cobalt-blue tux) Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for, here are the Blue Olive's world-famous Blue Martini Maidens and their Blue Belle Revue! With special headliners Lexi and Dexi!

(The Blue Martini Maidens turn out to be a group of twenty tall, leggy, beautiful women in short, elegant blue satin and feathers show girls costumes. As they dance to the song "We Have All the Time In the World," from the movie "On Her Majesty's Secret Service," two swings suddenly drop out of the celing. The swings are occupied by two long, busty, blue-eyed platinum blondes in matching neon blue dresses. They take center stage as two stagehands remove their skirts and start doing a dual dance.)

(The Blue Martini Maidens dance out to the crowd. One begins to fondle Peter. Valerie discreetly pulls her hand away...then gasps when she sees a needle hidden in the woman's costume. She dances away before Valerie can point this out. :o )

Valerie: (Hisses) Peter, let's get out of here!

Peter: Why, Val?

Valerie: Peter, she tried to kill you, or drug you!

Mike: (Grabs Emma and Micky, who are closest to him) Duck!

(He pulls them down as something so tiny, no one else notices it shoots from the women dancing onstage and lands in a collumn behind the group's table.)

Micky: What the HECK was THAT?!

Davy: (He and Daphne go over to the collumn and pull out the object) It's a little dart, like they use to subdue animals on "Wild Kingdom."

Mike: Guys, there's somethin' wrong here.

Peter: (Looks onstage) Their auras look sort of funny.

Micky: I don't like this place as much anymore. :P

(The blonds come up to them, dancing and fluttering their long eyelashes in front of the boys.)

Lexi: (To Mike) Come with us.

Mike: Why?

Dexi: (To Peter) We wish to see you.

Peter: (Sees Valerie glare) I don't think that's a good idea.

Lexi: Our employer wishes to speak to you.

Mike: (Pulls away) You chicks ain't on the level. There's somethin' nasty about both of you.

Lauren: I don't like this. :P

Peter: You have very weird auras, sort of dark...

Lexi: (Puts her hand on Mike's throat and squeezes; whispers into his ear) You WILL come with us, Mr. Nesmith.

Dexi: (Does the same to Peter) As will you, Mr. Tork. Our employer is particuarly interested in YOU.

Peter: (Gasps) Let go! :o

Mike: (Gasps) Get off, bitch!

Micky: Hey, don't you know the meaning of NO? X-(

Emma: Oh, that's it. (Pulls Lexi's hand off of Mike as he pants for breath) I don't like you doing that to my husband.

Valerie: (Pushes Dexi away) I'm not thrilled with it, either.

Mike: (Winded) We don't care WHO you're employer is, we ain't goin'.

Lexi and Dexi: (At the same time as they dance; the dancing has mostly covered up the incident) You'll be soooorrrryyyy! X(

(Lexi grabs Mike and Dexi grabs Peter, and they dance both the reluctant young men onstage.)

Dexi: (Whispers into Peter's ear as she dances with him) You have something that belongs to our employer. He wishes for you to return it.

Lexi: (Whispers into Mike's ear) And our employer ALWAYS gets what they want in the end.

Mike: You think I GIVE a shit what your employer wants?

Peter: Please, let us go! :o

Lexi: We dance with men from the audience all the time.

Dexi: It's part of our act.

Lexi: You're going to see some friends of ours now.

Dexi: They'll work on you a bit (grins wickedly), before we come to finish the job.

(Mike and Peter are twirled backstage as the number reaches it's climax.)

Emma: (Growls) Let's go back there and find out what's going on, before those two get hurt...or I hurt them myself. X(

Micky: *growls* Fine with me. X-(

Valerie: (As the ladies bow and the crowd applauds) What could they want?

Maxine: This probably has to do with what Honeywell mentioned earlier, about Darwin and everything.

Davy: Yeah, but...murderous showgirls? Seems a bit farfetched, don't you think?

Daphne: No more than your average action movie. :p

Lauren: This whole THING is farfetched. What's the different between this and anything else we've been through? :P

(The group pushes their way backstage, past several surprised stagehands and bouncers. When they arrive, Lexi and two other showgirls have a death's grip on Mike, while Dexi grab’s Peter’s arms. One of the showgirls lifts her skirt to reveal a long, well-shaped leg in black stockings and a frilly garter. She whips the garter off and uses it to bind Mike’s wrists.)

Dexi: Tell us where the statue is, Mr. Tork.

Peter: What statue?

Mike: We don't know what the hell you're talkin' about!

Lexi: (Smirks) Don't give us that, Tork! You know what! The STATUE! The one you bought near Central Park yesterday!

Peter: But...he's just a cute little statue! I didn't think he was a priceless antique or anything!

Dexi: The statue contains items that belong to our employer, and he wants them back.

Mike: (Growls) Darwin. X(

Lexi: If you don't tell us where it's located, (pulls the boa from around her neck) we have ways of making you talk. (Slowly wraps the boa around Mike's neck and pulls it tightly, choking him)

Peter: No! Leave him alone! :o

Mike: Pete... (gasps as the boa is pulled tighter)

Peter: I'll give you the statue, just don't hurt Michael!

(That's when a blue light is seen, and a long, thick, curved stick suddenly comes down over Lexi's head. She passes out...revealing Emma, smirking and holding her field hockey stick.)

Emma: Goal! ;)

(Dexi turns from Peter to attack Emma, but Emma hits her in the stomach with her stick, just hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Emma and Peter help Mike to his feet as "Long Title: Do I Have To Do This All Over Again?" begins.)

(One of the showgirls go after Emma, but she finds she can't move. Maxine and Jenny are stepping on her long, trailing feathered skirts. ;) )

(Davy, Daphne, and some of the showgirls exchange nail-filing tips. ;) )

(Davy and Emma grab two of the showgirls and dances onstage with them...and dances them over the stage and into the crowd. ;) )

*There's a blue light. Some of the showgirls turn to see where the light is coming from. Micky appears is his red and black dress with red boa. The girls just stare.* ;)

(Mike and Peter jump into the orchestra and start playing the various instruments as the showgirls look for them. Peter's cheeks puff when he does the French Horn. Mike wears a black cape and a serious expression as he plays the organ.)

(Emma comes out next to Mike's organ in a white lace gown and starts singing the closest thing to opera she knows. ;) )

(Jenny and Kimberly are chased into the dressing rooms by a couple of the girls. They see pots of make-up and push the girls onto swiveled chairs in front of the mirrors. They start to work on the girls', blocking them with their bodies. When they move, the women are covered with psychadelic swirls and patterns that resemble the ones the hippies painted on Jenny, Maxine, and Kimberly earlier. The women take one look at themselves, scream, and run out the door. ;) )

(Davy and Micky grab feather boas, Micky still in his dress, pull the boas around Dexi and Lexi, and "dance" them onto the stage, wraping the boas around them. When the dance is done, the boys pull the boas, allowing the pair of twin showgirls to go twirling into several tables, and the finely dressed women and men sitting at them. The women hit them with their purses. ;) )

*Lauren sets up a bunch of full-length mirrors and lines them up. The girls chasing after her stop to admire themselves in front of the mirrors. Lauren sneaks off, grinning.*

Mike: (As the song winds down and the others hurry out the back door) Come on, guys. We'd better go get help.

Valerie: (Joins them in the alleyway behind the Blue Olive) I'm way ahead of you. While all of you were playing with showgirls with chips on their shoulders, I called Inspector Honeywell. He's on his way here even as we speak.

Peter: I guess he was right. There really IS someone after us! :o

Davy: Who has a bloody odd sense of humah. :p

Emma: And some of the strangest helpers in criminal history.

Micky: *back in normal clothes* That's for darn sure. :P

Daphne: Does anyone have the SLIGHTEST idea of what's going on?

Peter: Darwin wants my statue.

Mike: Would be nice if Honeywell told us WHY. :p

Micky: That would've made things too easy. :P

Emma: I don't understand that. Unless the statue is an antique or something, it's nothing special.

Peter: Don't say that, Emma! You'll hurt his feelings! :p

Lauren: She didn't mean it like that, Peter.

Peter: (Smiles) Oh. :)

Mike: (Nods at a dark car) I think that's Honeywell now.

Honeywell: (Rolls down the window) Hi, kids. I hate to say "I told you so," but...

Mike: Don't talk, man, just let us in, before those crazy showgirls come lookin' for us! :p

Honeywell: Showgirls?

Maxine: We'll explain later.

(The kids pile into the large black car and it takes off into the dark, neon-lit New York night. The horn player from the orchestra was also outside, and though it looked like he was lighting up a cigarette, he was really talking into his collar.)