Emma: Everybody ready?

Micky: ready and willing!

Mike: Ready!

Lauren: Let's show those goons a thing or two!

Peter: Yeah!

Davy: I'm ready. There's got to be a girl on this boardwalk who appreciates a nice English bloke like me.

Lauren: I'm sure there is, Dave.

(The group meets in the front of Morey's Pier after the "This Just Doesn't Seem to Be My Day" romp. The goons are still closing in on them.)

Peter: (Gasps) Those guys are still after us!

Micky: Don't these guys know when to quit!

Emma: (Smacks her forehead) Why didn't I think of this before? We've got to get to the police, and fast!

Lauren: Sometimes the obvious solutions are the toughest to come by!

Mary Louise: (Flags down one of the tram cars. A young Hispanic man sits behind the wheel. A blonde girl stands on the pole on the very last car.)

Jose: Hey, ML! Where's the fire?

Mary Louise: (Points behind her) Jose, we've got to get to the police station next to Mariner's Landing in a hurry!

Jose: Will do! Everyone aboard! (Mary Louise slaps money in his hand and the group almost fall into the tram as the goons jump at them)

Mike: (Frowns as the trams lurch to life) These things are awfully poky, Jose. Can't you make them go any faster?

Micky: Yeah. Like warp speed, maybe?

Jose: Hey, I'm driving a tram car, not a race car! What do you expect?

*Micky shrugs.*

Davy: (Looks over his shoulder) I don't see them.

Jose: I can't make it go faster, (grins) but I can make the CROWDS go faster! Watch!

(Jose pushes a button. Suddenly, the famous nasal "Watch the tram cars, please!" that can be heard all over the boardwalk blasts. People scatter like frightened seagulls.)

Micky: Hey, Mike, can we get one of those for the Monkeemobile?

Emma: (Rolls her eyes) You don't want to. That phrase gets old after a few weeks.

Blonde: (In a heavy Polish accent) What go on? Why those men chase you?

Davy: (Leans over and calls to her) It's a rather long story, luv. Very James Bond, hush-hush, top secret.

Jose: (skeptical) Really?

Peter: When did James Bond get involved in this?

Lauren: *Rolls her eyes* Oh, Peter...

Mike: (Shakes his head) Not exactly.

Jose: Well, can you tell me what's going on?

Blonde: Maybe we help!

Peter: Some really bad men want to tear down half of Wildwood and we have the plans!

Blonde: (Eyes wide) Really? This is true?

Lauren: *nods* And now they want the plans back!

Jose: (Grins) Wow, this is better than a James Bond movie!

Mary Louise: (Points at a small building next to the dance teams' stage about a block from Mariner's Landing) There's our stop, Jose!

Blonde: (As they all get off) If we can help in any way...

Jose: Yeah, man! I've always wanted to be in a James Bond movie!

Emma: Could you come back around this way after you've done your route? Sort of like back-up.

Jose: (Grins wide) Back-up! Awesome!

Blonde: We will keep your back up!

*Micky snickers.*

Davy: (Watches the blonde's slender figure) I'd like to see her back up...among other things...

Lauren: Careful, Davy...

Mike: (Takes Davy by the ear) Cool it, Casanova.

Davy: (As they start up the ramp) Ow! Mike, that 'urts!

Micky: Well, maybe you oughta try keepin' your hormones in check!

Emma: It would help! All your girl-chasing has caused nothing but trouble this entire trip!

(The seven hurry into the building. A wide desk with pamphlets and brochures dominates the room. The back of a large leather chair faces the seven kids.)

Mike: (Clears his throat) Excuse me, sir? We have a matter that must be taken up with the police. It's of some urgency. It involves the demolition of a large part of Wildwood, including a school....

Man: (In a familar slimy southern accent) I'm already aware of the demolition plans, Mr. Nesmith. (The chair swivels around to reveal Zeckenbush, his fingers together in a kind of triangle.) As is Ms. Mary Louise Andrews. Nice to see you, young lady. You do know this means I'll be cutting off my support of your college education?

Micky: *Mutters* Oh, this figures.

Mike: Damn you! (Starts at him, but two more goons come around from behind the desk and take his arms, yanking them roughly behind his back. He squawks.)

Mary Louise: I don't care if it I have to bark for ball games and wait tables for the rest of my life! I'd rather die than be a part of the destruction of innocent people's homes!

Emma: Zeckenbush, let him go!

Zeckenbush: (Holds out his hand) Give me the plans first, young lady, and no harm will come to any of your friends. (Slight smile) Even Mr. Nesmith, though I do have a rather large bone to pick with him after his exposing me on live television resulted in my jail term.

Micky: *With feigned sympathy* Aw!

Davy: You were destroying those old people's homes, to build what, parking lots?

Mary Louise: (Eyes widen) He's done this before?

(Emma slowly starts to back toward Peter, who stares wide-eyed and trembling at Zeckenbush and the goons who hold Mike.)

Davy: This bloke demolished the homes of at least three innocent elderly people before we stopped him!

Mike: And he was going to demolish half of Los Angeles to build parking lots!

Mary Louise: Parking lots? You demolished old people's houses, to build PARKING LOTS?

Zeckenbush: Los Angeles has a rather large transportation problem. That would have gone a long way toward solving the problem.

Lauren: Like there'd be any use for parking lots when there's nothing left to the city!

Mike: It was never about the parking lots, was it? You just wanted all those people gone! You don't care about people, only money!

Zeckenbush: I never did like your mouth, Nesmith. Boys, quiet him, please. (One punches him roughly in the side. The other pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and gags him.)

Micky: Hey, watch it!

Emma: Zeckenbush, no! Let him go, (Grabs the papers out of her purse and pushes her way to a window) or I'll drop these papers on the wet sand and let the crabs and tourists have fun with them!

Zeckenbush: Now, young lady, you wouldn't do that...

Emma: (Leans further out the window) Try me!

Lauren: Go ahead! *smirks*

Zeckenbush: (Nods at another man) Monty, this young lady is beginning to annoy me. I normally wouldn't harm a lady, but it seems to be necessary. Give her the same working over you just gave Mr. Nesmith. (Mike's eyes nearly pop out of his head. He lunges for the man, muffled Spanish obscenties pouring out the gag, but the men hold the lanky Texan tight.)

Emma: (Looks up and curves back her arm in a perfect frisbee position) Peter, catch!

Peter: (Catches the papers) Got it!

Zeckenbush: (Stands) Stop him! Get him!

Emma: (Calls over the ensuing cacaphony) Peter, take Mary Louise to the Wildwood City Hall! Imagine yourself there! It's on the corner of Montgomery and New Jersey Avenue!

(One of the men takes Mary Louise's arm, but Davy runs headfirst into his stomach. He doubles over and lets her go, and she follows Peter out the door of the Welcome Center.)

Lauren: That's using your head, Davy!

Davy: (Takes his head in his hands) And oh, does it hurt!

Micky: Should've imagined yourself a football helmet first.

(The ensuing cacaphony becomes our next romp, "Pleasant Valley Sunday." Davy tries some of his "Dynamite Davy Jones" moves on one of the men holding Mike. He misses him, but the man still passes out. The other guy chases Davy around the room while Emma removes the gag. Emma and Mike chase Zeckenbush, and Micky and Lauren go after the other man as a blast of soft blue light is seen out the window.)

(The video finally spills outdoors and onto the beach. Zeckenbush and his goons chase the five remaining kids across the beach, over the stadium seats, and across the stage, where they're blocked by "dancers" and various tourists, some in drag and all obviously the kids in disguise. Jose and the blonde come back around with Peter and Mary Louise and the sounds of several sirens are heard. Davy finds convenient electrical cords in the Beach Patrol station and the kids finally wind the cord around the four villains.)

Micky: Great, now we can brand them!

Mike: (In a cowboy hat, carries a brand and speaking with a much thicker Texas accent) Where ya want that brand, pardner?

Zeckenbush: (Narrows his eyes as the cops, several men in suits, Mary Louise, and Peter run onto the beach, the cops ready and armed) Nesmith, they'll never believe your story. You're all just a bunch of kids.

Davy: They believed him when he exposed you in LA. He can be a very believeable man when he wants to be. He's even persuaded the devil himself to give up 'is claim on a soul!

Mayor Sloan: (With Mary Louise and Peter close behind) Zeckenbush, you promised me you were only demolishing lots, not whole blocks! We've had enough complaints about the noise and the destruction of history and the escalating real estate values without displacing innocent people from their homes!

Micky: So there! *sticks his tongue out*

Zeckenbush: (Tries to worm his way out of being caught) Now, now, you know how much revenue the condos are bringing in...

Emma: (Rolls her eyes) They are? I thought they were bringing in Manhattanites.

Mayor Sloan: Zeckenbush, there's more to a town than condos. Yes, this is a resort, but it's a town too. It's a place where people live, year-round or otherwise, and many of them cannot afford the condos.

Emma: Zeckenbush, you don't seem to understand that there's more to a community than parking lots and fancy malls! This is a place where people live, work, sweat, die, learn, and have fun. It's more than a few pre-fabricated walls. Yeah, some of the buildings aren't in as good of shape as they were a hundred or even twenty years ago, but they're practically family.

Mike: Some places have character, Zeckenbush. Maybe you can't see the character here behind the grime and the noise and the tacky tourists, but I have. (Nods at the others) We all have.

Peter: Besides, this is supposed to be a family place! Most families don't have the money to stay somewhere fancy!

Davy: A town filled with nothing but condos wouldn't be good for the tourist trade. Sure, it would bring in the rich people from the cities, but how many of them have we seen walking around this boardwalk, having a good time, 'olding 'ands with someone they love, or chasing their best friend, or trying to win a stuffed bear from a game?

Micky: And you need people to be able to live in the city to run the businesses. If people can't afford to live nearby, they won't be very likely to work here.

Emma: Cape May's having that problem even as we speak. That's why my family moved to North Cape May. We couldn't afford to live there anymore, and there was nothing for families, especially families with teenagers.

Mayor Sloan: (As the cops lead the bound-up Zeckenbush and his men off the platform) Zeckenbush, you're under arrest for conspiracy, bribery, and extortion.

Micky: And for being a rotten person! *grins*

Mary Louise: And I can back up everything...and I'll bet there's a lot of other desperate kids on the boards who could, too!

Mike: (Cups his hand over his mouth as Zeckenbush is lead away) You are an eeeevil person! Always remember, nobody likes you!

*Lauren laughs.*

Mayor Sloan: (Turns to the group now sitting or standing in various places on the stage) The Five Mile Islands and I are in your debt, kids. What reward can I give all of you for your bravery in saving hundreds of innocent people from losing their homes and buisnesses?

Davy: (Nods at Mary Louise) 'elp Mary Louise with her tuition. She deserves it. She blew the whistle on Zeckenbush, even after he threatened to withdraw 'is funding.

Mayor Sloan: I'll have some of my men working on a scholarship for her right away.

Mary Louise: (Puts her arms around Davy as both sit on the edge of the stage) Did you really mean that, Davy?

Davy: (Nods) Yes, I did. You 'elped save us and Wildwood, even after Zeckenbush threatened you. That took a lot of spunk.

Micky: *Wiping away an imaginary tear* So sweet!

Mayor Sloan: (Nods at the others) What about the rest of you? Is there anything you want?

Peter: I want to go back on the boardwalk again and win another yellow sponge!

Mike: (Thoughtful) I think I know the perfect reward...

Lauren: Yeah?

(And we see the kids playing "Let's Dance On" as crowds, including Mary Louise, Mayor Sloan, Mrs. O'Neal, and Jose, do just that. Emma leans over Lauren's shoulder as the song and the romp winds down.)

Emma: Wasn't it awesome of Mayor Sloan to give us all free season passes to all the amusement parks, plus tickets for a free dinner at the Doo-Wop Diner? :D

Peter: And money to blow on the arcades and games! :D

Lauren: Totally awesome! *grins and points* Now Micky can get used to the Sea Serpent!

*Micky puts his hands to his ears and waggles his fingers.*

(Everyone laughs as the romp ends and the crowd around the bandstand heads off for Henry's Corner or the Super Cade or Mariner's Landing across the way.)

Mike: (Takes off Black Beauty and grins at Micky) I think we have one unfinished piece of buisness before we head out.

Micky: *Looks confused* What's that?

Peter: (As he takes off his bass) What? We've foiled the bad guys, Davy's got a girl, and we got to play!

Mike: Micky still hasn't won Lauren a stuffed animal! ;)

Lauren: That's right! *pauses* And I even won him one!

Micky: Well, find me a machine that won't just eat my quarters, and I'll try again.

Mary Louise: (Runs up to the bandstand, grin ear to ear) You guys are awesome! (Frowns) You remind me of someone I used to watch on TV all the time...

Lauren: They get that a lot. *smiles*

Davy: (Grins) Rex Harrison, darling.

Micky: *Runs his fingers along an invisible hat brim* Cagney.

Emma: (Grins) Hey, Mary Louise, can you direct us to a nice, easy game? One even a very small child could win?

Micky: *Shocked* Emma!

Mary Louise: (Laughs) My friend Eddie's barkin' for the ball game at Mariner's now. I'll get him to let your friend play for free. (Winks and heads across the way to Mariner's arm in arm with Davy. The others follow.)

Eddie: (A tall, skinny boy with a shaved head and a baggy version of the blue Morey's uniform calls into a microphone) Come one, come all! That's right, folks, just this afternoon, choice of the house! (Smiles widely as the gang comes up) Hey, ML! Heard you guys are big heroes! It's all over Mariner's!

Mary Louise: You bet! (Nods at the others) You can do a bunch of heroes a big favor, Ed. These guys want to win prizes for their girlfriends, but they haven't had much luck with the games. Maybe you can change that.

Eddie: (Grin almost splits his face) Sure! Anything for the boardwalk's heroes! (Hands Micky, Davy, and Peter three softballs.) Ok, boys, the object of this game is to throw the balls (nods at three large, wicker baskets set up at an angle on a wall about five feet or so away) into the baskets. Don't do it too hard, or they'll bounce out. Get two out of three, and you win a prize! Choice of the house! Ready (moves out of the way), set, GO!

(All three throw, but Peter throws much too hard, and Micky only gets one. Davy gets all three.)

Peter: Aw man!

Micky: I lost again!

Davy: (Eddie hands him a Cheer Bear, which he hands to Mary Louise) For you, my cheery heroine.

Mary Louise: Thanks!

Eddie: How would you two like another chance?

Micky: Please!

Peter: (Backs away) I'm not much of a softball player!

Eddie: (As two other guys come up and join the game, he hands Micky three balls) Ok, fellas, ready, set, GO!

(Everything goes into slow motion as we see close-ups of Micky sweating hard and throwing the balls, his face in deep concentration. He misses the first one, but the other two make it in, though one almost seems like it's going to bounce out for a minute.)

Micky: *jumps around like he just won the World Series* Yeah!

Eddie: (Slaps Micky on the back so hard, he almost knocks him to the pavement) We have a winner!! (Points to the various stuffed toys on the walls) So, what's your pick? You can choose anything in the house!

Micky: Oh, wow...umm...

Peter: In the house? (Brief scene of Peter standing in a house, trying to choose between stuffed animals held by an annoyed Mike and Emma.)

Emma: (Rolls her eyes) Gaming term for the stand or place where the game is being held, Peter.

Micky: *Points at a large monkey with dark brown, curly fur* That one!

Davy: I didn't know you had a twin, Mick!

(Mary Louise giggles and elbows him.)

Micky: Very funny.

(Mike, Emma, and Peter chuckle.)

Mike: (Grins and squints) Yeah, I do see a resemblance.

Micky: *Gets the monkey from Eddie and hands it to Lauren* Are you gonna name it?

Emma: (Winks at Lauren) Yeah, Laur, what'cha gonna name it?

Lauren: *Pauses a moment, thinking* Yeah... *looks at the monkey* ...George!

(Everyone but Mary Louise and Eddie doubles over laughing.)

Mary Louise: (Raises an eyebrow) Is this a private joke, or can anybody join in?

Mike: (As he gets a hold of himself) Long story, Mary Louise. Let's just say that name is a little closer to someone than someone would like to admit. ;)

Peter: Yeah, it's Micky's first name!

*Micky scowls.*

Mary Louise: (Giggles) Oh!

Emma: (Looks into the sky; the sun is setting) I think it's time to head out. The boardwalk is total lunacy at night.

Davy: Mary Louise, can I have your phone number?

Mary Louise: Sure! (Pulls out the back of a receipt for one of the gift shops and a pen and writes on it) Here you go!

Davy: Groovy! I'll call you when I get back!

Mary Louise: I'll be here all summer, until September. Maybe you and I could get together sometimes, cutie?

Davy: (Grins) Wouldn't miss it for the world!

Mike: (As the others head out of Mariner's Landing) Come on, Davy!

Micky: We may have to get a leash for him.

Peter: Yeah, you'll miss the Good Ship Imagination!

Davy: (Gives Mary Louise a big kiss - she sighs) See you later, luv!

Mary Louise: (As the group hurries off the pier, she touches her lips where Davy kissed her) See you later, cutie.

(Emma leads the group back across the pier to the quiet area next to the go-karts, behind the now-empty bandstand.)

Mike: Well, now what?

Emma: (Grins) Anyone up for another imaginary trip?

Micky: Sure!

Peter: Where are we gonna go?

Emma: How about Mike's western idea? We could have a lot of fun in a western!

Mike: (Mutters) 'bout time you admit you liked one of my ideas.

Emma: (Warningly) Miiiiiiikkkkkeeeee...

Lauren: Come on, you two...

Davy: (Before Emma and Mike get into an arguement) But what would we do out west, mates?

Peter: (City-lighting grin) Save the day, of course! ;)

Micky: What else? *grins*

Peter: What about all our stuff?

Emma: Wish it back to the pad. We'll go there after the West trip. (Closes her eyes) Ok, folks, everyone think "stuff to Pad!"

Lauren: Bye, George. *The monkey disappears*

Peter: (Hugs Spongebob) Bye, Mr. Sponge! Don't get too wet at the Pad! (Spongebob disappears)

Micky: I never named my bear! *shrugs* Bye, little bear. *his bear disappears*

Mike: (His Grumpy Bear disappears) Bye, Grumpy Bear. You know, you're not so bad, for blue fuzz and cotton stuffin'.

Emma: Ok, concentrate, folks. This is going to be a little harder than the fantasy or Wildwood! You've got to know what you most want to be when head out west! Everyone close their eyes, and think "Take us out West!"

(A familiar warm, blue light envelopes the group, and they vanish into thin air, much to the surprise of the few remaining spectators.)