Ok, then, let's really get going! Everyone ready to begin the assault on Darwin's stronghold? ;)

Mike: Let's get that jerk.

Peter: Before he gets my statue! :o

Micky: Let’s have some fun! *evil grin* ;)

Davy: I'm all for it. :)

Lauren: Me, too!

(We begin in the alleyway outside the Atlantica Club, after the boys' performance. Mike and Peter huddle together in the darkness. Peter carries a bulky shopping bag.)

Peter: Mike, do you really think this is going to work?

Mike: I sure as hell hope so, Pete. We're in a lot of trouble if it doesn't.

Peter: I think we're in a lot of trouble already. :p

Mike: (Sighs) How does this stuff happen to US?

Peter: (Shrugs) Just lucky, I guess. :)

(Mike rolls his eyes and turns away from Peter, muttering to himself.)

Peter: (Leans over Mike) Michael?

Mike: (With his back turned to Peter) Yeah, Pete, what?

Peter: Are you...I mean, I don't...how do I put this?

Mike: (Turns to his friend) What, Pete? Whatever it is, you know you can tell me.

Peter: (Sighs) Michael, I...

(Whatever Peter has to say is drowned out by the arrival of a large black car. The car approaches the two young men. Mike goes to the open window warily.)

Mike: Are you the guys who are supposed to pick us up?

Driver: (Female voice) Who you callin' a guy? :p

Mike: Sorry, ma’am. Are you supposed to pick us up?

Driver: I ain't here 'cause I like the atmosphere. Get in. (The two young men climb into the car.)

(The car pulls away from the alley and onto the street. Another dark car follows them. Cut to the inside of the second car. Micky drives it, with Lauren beside him. Davy and Daphne are in the back. All are dressed in black and have utility belts, ala "Mission Ridiculous.")

Davy: There they go!

Micky: *following the car; tapping the steering wheel* I can see that, Dave.

Daphne: (Indicates a walkie-talkie on the dashboard) Better call Honeywell and the others and tell them we're in pursuit.

Davy: (As they follow the other car) I wondah where Darwin's been hidin', anyway?

Lauren: *grabs the walkie talkie* I don't know, but we'll hopefully find out. *hits the button* Honeywell, come in?

Honeywell: (Scratchy but there) Hello, Car 54? This is Honeywell. Over.

Emma: (Faint, over the walkie talkie) Are you still following them?

Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Mike and Peter have been picked up. We're following *glares at Micky* rather closely. :P ;)

Micky: What? :P

Daphne: Give them a little room, Mick! If you get closer, we may have a fender-bender! :p

Micky: This is how I normally drive! :P

Honeywell: Don't be obvious about the pursuit, Car 54. Stay a fair distance behind them, but not so much that you lose them.

*Micky sticks his tongue out, even though it can't be seen over the walkie talkie.* ;) :P

Davy: I should 'ave driven. I know New York bettah than 'e does, anyway. :p

Micky: Picky, picky.

(The first car with Mike and Peter turns into the area behind the Blue Olive nightclub.)

Daphne: There they go!

Davy: But that's the Blue Olive!

Micky: Interesting...

Honeywell: (Over the walkie talkie) Have you found the hide-out?

Micky: They pulled into the area behind the Blue Olive.

Jenny: The place we were at the other night?

Honeywell: It's perfect. Who would suspect a known jewel thief of hiding in a nightclub?

Lauren: Hardly anyone.

(Micky pulls the car into the area behind the nightclub. The first car turns through a door and goes under the building. Micky quickly follows, barely making it in before the door shuts.)

Daphne: (She and Davy look behind them) Holy cow!

Davy: That nearly took our back end off! :o

Lauren: *slumps back* Geez. Okay, now I AM glad that Mick is driving. :-O

Micky: *grins* Nothing to it. ;)

Davy: Mick, I take back everythin' I said before. That was a nice piece of drivin' back there.

Micky: *grins into the rearview mirror* Thanks, Dave. ;)

Daphne: We'd better tell the others about that door. They'll probably have to find another way in. :p

Davy: There's got to be a back door to this place or somethin'.

Lauren: *makes a face* I hope so. :P

Honeywell: (Over the walkie-talkie) You kids ok?

Valerie: Have you found Peter and Mike yet?

Lauren: Oh, just fine. Mick did a fancy bit of driving getting us through the entrance way. You almost had to pick up the tab on a new car. :P

Honeywell: Better the car getting hurt than all of you. Nice work, Dolenz.

Micky: Thanks! Besides, wrecking cars is a sign that you aren't afraid to get in a little scrape. ;)

Daphne: (Points to the other car) Yikes! Someone's coming! Get down!

(Two women in tight black jumpsuits drag Mike, Peter, and the bag out of the car and into an elevator. Several more go over to the car.)

Davy: Oh, shit, I think they saw us.

Micky: Naaawww, really? If not us, they saw the CAR! :P

Female Thief 1: (She and five other women who'd been working in the room walk up to them) What are you kids doing here? The main nightclub's upstairs.

Daphne: We're sorry! We got reaaaalllly lost!

Lauren: Yeah. Incredibly terrible sense of direction. *jerks a thumb back the way they came* We go back out that way?

Female Thief 2: You know, it seems awfully ironic that you guys just happened to get lost and follow us down here.

Female Thief 3: (She holds a lead pipe) Think we ought to give them directions, girls? ;) >:)

Micky: *sarcastic* Oh, now that's scary. :P

Davy: Now, ladies, we can do this without bloodshed...

Female Thief 1: Oh, yeah, shorty? What are you and your friends REALLY doing down here?

Daphne: What's wrong with getting lost?

Female Thief 4: You think we actually buy that story?

Lauren: Yes. ;) :P

Female Thief 1: (Yanks the door open) You know what, girls? I think these are snoops.

Micky: Careful with the car! :P

Female Thief 3: (Grins) And all of you know what our boss said to do with snoops, right?

Female Thief 5: (Pulls Davy out of the car) Throw them out...the HARD way. ;) >:)

Davy: (As the woman holds his collar) Now, luv, I don't mean to be rude, but it's a bit early for us to get this up close and personal.

Daphne: Oh, that does it. You put him down NOW! X( (Daphne gets out of the other side of the car. One of the thieves grabs her; she struggles, eventually pulling away)

Female Thief 2: GET HER! STOP HER! X(

("Little Girl" begins as Daphne runs to the crates. Two thieves follow her. One holds Davy, who struggles as hard as he can.)

*Lauren and Micky exit the car. Lauren ducks behind some crates, acting as a lookout while Micky distracts by running around and yelling his head off.* ;)

(Daphne climbs on crates as two of the women hurry after her. They follow her as she ducks over, under, in, and out of crates. The two remaining women chase after Micky, including the one with the lead pipe.)

*Micky runs over to the wall of crates where Lauren is hiding. He runs past, with the two women still following. He suddenly shoots out a rope and swings himself up and over the crates, disappearing. The two women stop and look around. Lauren and Micky push a couple of crates over at them.*

(Daphne produces a large feather duster from her belt. She tickles the nose of the woman holding Davy, making her sneeze. She lets Davy go. Davy gives Daphne a big kiss in thanks. ;) :X)

(One of the women follows Davy to a box. She frowns, looking around for him, but she can't find him and eventually walks on, scratching her head. The camera suddenly cuts to Davy, who's sitting in the box, doing his nails. ;) )

*Lauren and Micky emerge from behind the crates, only to be faced with with woman who still holds the lead pipe. Lauren pulls something from her belt and holds it out. The pipe flies its way over and attaches itself to what Lauren holds: a magnet. Micky tries to pry the pipe off, to no avail.* ;) :P

(Daphne and Davy run on top of the crates, with two women following close behind. They throw the ropes from their utility belts into the celings and seemingly jump to the floor. The women jump...but only crash through several crates, landing on the floor unconcious. Davy and Daphne slide down on their rope hooks, grinning and high-fiving each other. ;) :D )

(Davy nudges Micky, pointing to the woman who is STILL trying to get the lead pipe from the magnet.)

*Micky shrugs, grinning.*

(Daphne takes the magnet and hits the woman over the head with it. The remaining two chase Micky and Davy...only to trip over a bunch of crates Lauren set up in their path.)

(We cut to the four kids quickly binding and gagging the six women with cloth and rope found in the storage room as the song ends.)

Lauren: Well, that went pretty well.

Davy: That should 'old them when they come to. Hopefully, by the time someone finds them, we'll 'ave found Petah, Mike, the statue, and Darwin.

Daphne: Maybe we'd better contact the others. They're probably looking for the door...and US. :p

Davy: Right. I'm surprised they 'aven't smashed the door in yet.

Micky: Maybe one of us could go open the door and flag them down. ;)

Davy: Good idea. (Opens his walkie-talkie) 'Oneywell? Come in, 'Oneywell!

Honeywell: (Crackling) Where ARE you kids?

Kimberly: We've circled the block for ten minutes looking for you! :p

Micky: *huffs* I'll flag you guys down. Gimme a moment! *starts for the door* ;)

Davy: We're in a storage area undah the Blue Olive nightclub.

Honeywell: UNDER?

Emma: They have a basement?

Micky: *gets to the door; pulls something out of his belt* Tell 'em to hang on! I'm gonna get the door open for them!

Davy: 'Ang on, folks. We're gonna open the door for ya.

Honeywell: That would be nice. :p

*Micky pries open a control panel at the entrance way. The contraption he pulled out of his belt, he holds up to the panel. He connects a couple wires to the panel, punches a couple buttons, then pauses. There's a fizzle, and the door opens up. Micky grins widely.* :D ;)

(The third black car, this one much larger, enters the storage room. Honeywell pulls out, followed by Emma, Valerie, and the remaining Abbies. All wear black and have utility belts, even Honeywell.)

Maxine: (Whistles at the bound women) Wow, guys, nice job!

Kimberly: Damn, they've been busy already!

Lauren: It was nothing. ;)

Valerie: Where's Peter?

Emma: And Mike?

Davy: They took them into that elevatah. Unfortuantly, those women chased us before we 'ad the chance to go aftah them. :p

Honeywell: (Speaks into a walkie-talkie) Red Leader, this is Gold Leader. Agent Broderick, we're under the Blue Olive with the kids in what appears to be the storage room. The two boys were taken into the main building via an elevator. There's no sign of them now.

Broderick: (His voice crackles as it comes through the walkie-talkie) Gold Leader, this is Red Leader. How the HELL did you get under a nightclub?

Honeywell: It's a long story. You take your group and look for a way in through the roof. Blue Leader will cover the entrance and lower floors.

Broderick: Copy, Gold Leader.

Honeywell: (Turns to the kids) Maybe we'd better split up. We'll cover more ground that way.

Maxine: Hey, what about these crates?

Daphne: As they (indicates the women, who are just coming to and are softly groaning) found out the hard way, the crates and boxes are empty. They were probably used to bring the jewel shipments here. :p

Honeywell: Dolenz, you take your wife and half the group. I'll take the other half.

Micky: Yes, sir! ;)

Davy: I'll go wit' 'Oneywell. (Whispers to Micky) And make sure 'e don't make a mess of things again. :p

*Micky nods, smirking.* ;)

Emma: I'll go with Lauren.

Honeywell: Mrs. Tork can stay with me.

Valerie: (Dreamy) Uh-huh.

Emma: (Nudges Valerie) Val, wake up! Don't go space cadet on us again! :p

Valerie: (Shakes her head) Sorry! I've got to stop that. I don't know what keeps coming over me. :p

Lauren: I think Em & I have an idea. ;)

Maxine: Jen and I will go with Honeywell's group. Kim can add her sterling martial arts ability to Mick's. ;)

Kimberly: Darwin tries to get within a milimeter of us, and... (kicks a box...which splinters into a million pieces) WHAM!!! ;) :D

Micky: Nice! ;) :D

Honeywell: (Eyes widen) I'll take your word for it. :o

Lauren: An excellent reason to stay on her good side. ;)

Honeywell: (Into the walkie-talkie) Red Leader, this is Gold Leader. Our group is splitting up. Dolenz is taking his wife, Mrs. Nesmith, and one member of the Westminster Abbies. Jones and the other Abbies are coming with me.

Broaderick: Over and out, Gold Leader!

Honeywell: (Nods at the elevator) Come on, kids. Let's get to the bottom of this, before those women wake up completely.

Davy: Don't you mean at the top of this? ;)

(Daphne nudges him as he snickers. ;) )

Micky: And you guys say MY puns are bad! :P ;)

(Everyone tries to crowd into the elevator...but it's just not that big.)

Lauren: Kinda reminds me of packing 25 clowns into a clown car! :P

Honeywell: (As they squeeze back out) Why doesn't one group take the elevator and one group take those stairs over there? (Indicates a set of stairs on one side of the storage room.)

Daphne: Maybe our group should take the elevator. Valerie doesn't need to be walking.

Valerie: I'm ok, Daphne.

Honeywell: I'm afraid I agree with Miss Morgani, Mrs. Tork. I don't like you being on this mission in the first place, and we don't want to see you hurt.

Emma: (Rubs her overweight stomach) I could use the exercise, anyway.

Lauren: I prefer the stairs.

Kimberly: (Runs for the stairs) Well, what are you guys waiting for? Last one up is a rotten banana peel! ;)

Micky: *follows* Right behind ya! ;)

Lauren: *to Emma* Why do I get the feeling we'll be rotten banana peels together? :P

Emma: Because we're the slow pokes. They're probably half-way to the roof already. (As they start to climb the stairs) Hey, guys, wait up! :p

(Honeywell, Valerie, Daphne, Davy, Maxine, and Jenny wait a second for the elevator, which arrives with a "ding" and lets them in.)

(Cut to the top of the stairs, which is a long, fairly lush hallway done in attractive, muted shades of blue. "The James Bond Theme" can be heard faintly in the background, played by the band downstairs. Kimberly is the first person to arrive upstairs, grinning.)

Kimberly: Ha! I win! ;)

Micky: *right behind her* You only got up here first because you tripped me on the stairs! ;) :P

Kimberly: You tripped over your own feet! :p

Micky: Did not! :P

Kimberly: Did too! :p (Frowns) Hey, where's Emma and Lauren?

Micky: Umm, on their way. :P

Emma: (Huffing and puffing) We're...coming...

Lauren: Almost there...

Kimberly: (Calls down the stairs) Are you guys ok?

Emma: Just...peachy. :p

Lauren: Dandy! :P

Micky: Need help? ;)

Emma: No, we're ok. Thanks anyway, Mick! :p

Lauren: *mutters* Would rather give him a rap in the mouth... ;) :P

(Emma chuckles as well as she can while puffing. ;) :)) )

(The two finally make it to the top of the stairs, red-faced and out of breath. Micky takes his wife's hand. Kimberly puts an arm around Emma.)

Emma: I didn't think...I was that...out of shape. :p

Lauren: That reminds me of walking up the hill I used to live on. :P

Kimberly: Couple more days of this, and you'll be as limber as Mick and me in no time! ;)

Emma: Couple more days of this, and I may have that heart attack Mom's always worried I'll have. :p

*Lauren just scoffs.* :P

Emma: (Looks around her) Well, where ARE we?

Kimberly: I have no idea.

Micky: Dunno, either. :P

Kimberly: Well, wherever we are, we'd better get moving. I don't want to get caught by more of Darwin's crazy showgirls. :p

Micky: Or whatever else he might have in store for us. :P

Emma: He must be using the women who perform downstairs as his gang. Who'd ever believe a bunch of chorus girls are part-time criminals?

Micky: Anyone who's seen a James Bond flick? ;)

Kimberly: In real-life, Mick. The James Bond movies have gotten really weird lately. :p

Emma: Speaking of James Bond, let's do some spying ourselves. Better tell Honeywell where we are.

Micky: Who'd like to do the honors? ;)

Emma: I'll do it. (Calls) Honeywell? Come in, Honeywell. It's Emma Nesmith.

Honeywell: Yes, Mrs. Nesmith?

Emma: We've gotten to the top of the stairs. We're in some kind of hall. From the sound of it, we're right above the bandstand.

Honeywell: The elevator is just opening. Have you found anything yet?

Emma: We're on our way.

Honeywell: Check back with us the moment you find Nesmith or Tork or the jewels.

Emma: We'll do that, Honeywell.

Honeywell: And kids?

Emma: Yes?

Honeywell: Be careful out there.

Emma: (Sighs) We will, Inspector. Over and out. (Turns off the walkie-talkie)

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Oh, brother. :P

Kimberly: Well, what do we do now?

Emma: I guess we explore the hall.

Kimberly: (Nods at the dark hallway) Come on, guys. Let's go.

Lauren: If anyone makes ghost noises, I'll smack 'em. *glares pointedly at Micky*

Micky: Wouldn't consider it. ;)

(Emma and Kimberly snort. ;) :)) ))

(We cut from Micky, Lauren, Emma, and Kimberly standing in the dark hallway, staring at the blackness, to Mike and Peter, who sit on a plush couch in what appears to be a lobby or sitting room done up in muted shades of blue and olive green.)

Mike: I don't like this, Pete. They've been gone for ten minutes. It's makin' me nervous.

Peter: I wonder what they're up to?

Mike: I don't get it. Why is Darwin stealin' all these jewels? What's he gonna do, start his own jewelry business? :p

Peter: Maybe he just likes the way they look? ;)

Mike: Pete, we're in danger. I can practically smell it. That wolf sixth sense of mine is actin' up again.

Peter: *whimpers* Did you have to point that out, Michael? :(

Mike: I'm sorry, good buddy. This whole deal is gettin' to me.

Peter: I wonder if the others are inside yet?

Mike: (Puts his hand on his heart and makes a face) Em's ok, but she's out of breath and her heart's really beatin'. I've gotta get her to cut down on eatin' her own baked stuff. :p

Peter: *does the same; also makes a face* Valerie is acting funny again. I wish she hadn't insisted on coming along. :P

Mike: Yeah, me too. We should have left her at the hotel or gotten Van to have the security staff at the Atlantica to watch her. (Frowns) What's with Val lately? It's not like her to be so ditzy. She keeps zoning out.

Peter: It must be the pregnancy. Emma and Lauren’s personalities changed a little bit in the same way when they were pregnant.

Mike: Yeah. Micky kept complainin' about Lauren's mood swings, and all Em did when she was pregnant was cry.

(The two boys are surprised to see Kitty Marmalade walk up to them. Mike narrows his eyes.)

Mike: What are you doing here?

Kitty Marmalade: Taking you two to freshen up before you bring the jewels to Darwin. He wouldn't want to see you all sweaty like that, after a hard evening of destroying peolple's sensitive ear drums. :p

*Peter frowns.*

(Mike growls and lunges, but Peter takes his arm.)

Kitty Marmalade: Stop that, Mr. Nesmith. We mean you no harm, as long as you and Mr. Tork bring the jewels as promised.

Mike: We've got the jewels, and you ain't gettin' them until you tell us what's goin' on around here! X(

Kitty Marmalade: (Laughs) I'm not the one who should tell you that, Mr. Nesmith. Darwin will reveal all when he's ready. (Nods at the hall behind her) Follow me, gentlemen. (Peter and Mike follow her as she walks down another hallway, this one done is muted shades of green. She turns a corner. Peter continues after her, but Mike ducks into an alcove.)

Mike: (Looks around) Good, no one's here. (Makes a face) I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. My wolf’s intuition is tellin' me there's somethin' dangerous goin' on around here, and I'm gonna find out what it is.

Mike: (Ducks into one room; frowns) Nuthin' there. Just an office. (Ducks into another room) Another office. This is gettin' annoyin'. (Takes the door to another room at the end of the hall...but it's locked) Ahh. Now we're gettin' somewhere. (He looks right and left, then makes a hairpin appear. He jiggles at the lock until it opens.) There we go. (Grins) Thanks, Em. ;) (Enters the room...and we see nothing but darkness) Damn it, where's the switch? (Fumbles for a minute; we hear something fall over and cursing) Damn it, who put a table in the middle of the room? :p

(There's more fumbling, and the light finally goes on...revealing what looks like a huge lab. Chemistry sets and giant, elaborate computer units surround a tall item covered by a tarp.)

Mike: Holy SHIT! What the HELL is this? (He goes to the tall thing in the middle, peeks under the tarp, and pulls back, his eyes wide) Oh, man, I think I know what that is...and I have a pretty good idea of what it's for.

(Mike concentrates. There's a muted blue light, and two small spools of tape appear in his hands.)

Mike: This oughta put a dent in Darwin's plans. He's not just messin' with music, he's messin' with freakin' LIVES! Whoever he is, he's more cracked than a bowl of chestnuts at Christmas! :p

(Mike goes under the tarp...and doesn't hear voices and footsteps as he tries to replace the tapes.)

Mike: (Ducks out from under the tarp, now holding two spools of tape) Well, that should do the trick. I've gotta find Pete and dump these somewhere.

(Two slender arms grab Mike from behind as he makes for the door.)

Mike: Hey! What are you doin'? X(

Kitty: Well, what have we here? ;)

Dexi: (Laughs) Look what we found, Miss Marmalade!

Lexi: It's Tork's big-mouth southern friend!

Kitty: I can see that.

Mike: Get outta here! Darwin's gone crazy! He'll destroy you, too!

Dexi: I doubt that, Mr. Nesmith.

Lexi: He won't hurt US. We're his helpers.

Mike: (Screaming) Let me go, or I'm gonna have to get rough with you! X(

Kitty: I doubt you will. Ladies, what should we do with Mr. Nesmith? ;)

Lexi: Why don't we tell the boss about him?

Dexi: He'll know what to do with this troublemaker!

Lexi: For now, let's make sure he can't alert Tork or anyone else.

Dexi: He'll give away all our plans!

Lexi: He’s tried to ruin the device with the wrong tape!

Mike: You freakin' BET I did! You're all off your nuts! X(

Kitty: *takes the spools of tape* I have an idea. ;) >:)

Dexi: Maybe we could use that. ;) (grins)

Kitty: Shall we, ladies? ;)

Dexi: Let's.

Lexi: He talks too much. The boss wouldn't mind him out of his hair for a while.

Dexi: He'll be able to handle Tork and his wife more easily if Nesmith’s not underfoot.

Mike: No! Damn bitches, let GO!

Kitty: *offers the tape to the twins* I'm tired of listening to him. :P

Lexi: (Takes the tapes) Do you want to do it, sister dear, or should I? ;)

Dexi: I’ll hold him. You tie him. Miss Marmalade can keep him from squawking.

(Mike glares and growls as Kitty Marmalade and the twins lean over him, pushing him down. He disappears behind the three women as we fade out.)