Ok, boys, ready to finish decorating? You're on your own. The other two are still busy. ;)

Davy: Yeah. Just let me get the last of the needles out of me hair.

Micky: Ditto that.

(We open back on the front lawn. It's obviously a little bit later in the day, from the position of the sun over the house. Davy's working on the lights on the bushes.)

Davy: How's this look, Mick?

Micky: That's looking good, Dave!

Davy: How's the sign comin'?

Micky: Coming along nicely.

Davy: (Looks up) I wonder if we should try tacklin' the roof again, or if its' too late in the day.

Micky: Better hold off for now.

Davy: Want to put out the Candy Canes?

Micky: *nods* Yeah, lets get them.

(Davy and Micky make their way into the garage. It's a bit more organized than it was when Micky had the chemistry set in it, but there's still lots of stuff hanging from hooks and jammed on shelves.)

Davy: Do you remember where you put them?

Micky: Yes, I do, because I put all of the Christmas decorations together. So there.

Davy: Ok, Mr. Genius, where are they in this mess?

Micky: They're...I know I did something so I'd remember where they are... *Reaches on a shelf and starts rummaging, slightly shaking the shelf. As it shakes, something slowly slides from the top-most shelf. It's the candy canes. They slide off and drop directly onto Davy's head.*

Davy: Ow! (Reaches up to rub his head) What hit me, a ton of bricks?

Micky: No... *picks them up* The candy canes.

Davy: That's some damn hard candy.

(They head outside with the candy canes, Davy still rubbing his head.)

Davy: Where are we gonna put these?

Micky: We lined the walkway with them last year.

Davy: Sounds good. (Looks up as a car pulls into the driveway next-door) Isn't that those neighbors of yours again?

(They both climb out of the car again, this time dressed for tennis and handball in spotless whites.)

Micky: *sighs, then mutters* Yeah, that's them alright.

Davy: They're dressed awfully fancy for this neighborhood. I thought you said it was mostly retirees and middle-class families escaping the city.

Micky: It is. All but them.

Davy: I don't see any Christmas decorations at their house. Not even one elegant little tree.

Micky: Because they don't know how to have fun. I know that first-hand. Played tennis against that guy one time purely by accident and found out that he's so snobby that if it rains and he doesn't have an umbrella, he'd drown.

Davy: The kind of people who walk with their noses so far in the air, they know clouds very well? ;)

Micky: Exactly.

Davy: I wonder what their idea of fun is? (He starts pushing the Candy Canes into the ground very hard)

Micky: Anything that involves their own *snobby voice* elitist crowd. *sticks his tongue out*

Davy: (As he pushes hard at another Candy Cane) What the heck am I pushin' them into, concrete?

Micky: No, but the soil is rather dense here.

Davy: Tell me about it...umph! (He shoves the candy cane with all his might...but only ends up falling over)

(He gets back up and shoves at it again.)

Micky: Careful with them, Dave.

Davy: I don't think they like me very much.

(Davy shoves at another one. It goes in...too far. Davy ends up falling with it, until only it's crook is seen.)

Davy: Ow!

*Micky slaps his forehead.*

Davy: Darn it! (He kicks at the candy cane)

Micky: Don't break it!

Davy: I'd like to see you do better!

Micky: I will!

*Micky goes over and starts shoving on the candy cane. Slowly, it finally starts to sink into the soil.*

Davy: How did you do that?

Micky: *grins* It's my house and my land.

Davy: You used your head, didn't you?

Micky: Maybe.

Davy: Why don't we do them all that way, then? They sure don't work for me!

Micky: Just remember to mute your light.

Davy: Of course I will. Do you think I want anyone askin' questions...or Mike to kill me?

(Davy concentrates. He pulls the candy cane out of the ground and slowly slides it back in again.)

Davy: How many of these do we have to do?

Micky: There's a dozen, six on each side, and for each of us.

Davy: Um...shall we get started?

("Christmas Is My Time Of Year" begins as each boy sinks their Candy Cane into the dirt. Davy, not looking where he's putting his cane as he prepares to sink it, accidentally drops it on Micky's foot.)

*Micky hollers, jumping up and down, holding his hurt foot.*

(The woman next door peers out her window as she passes by. She rolls her eyes at Micky and Davy and continues on with a stack of papers.)

(Davy blushes and asks Micky if there's anything else he can do.)

*Micky makes a motion to kick Davy. Let me kick your butt!*

(Davy makes a face. No way! He takes off, letting Micky chase him.)

*Micky yells that he has longer legs and runs fast, and he'll catch Davy eventually!*

(Davy yells that he's faster and stronger!)

(The two neighbors peer out of their windows. They roll their eyes. The man returns to his newspapers. The woman pulls down the shades.)

(Davy dives behind the bushes, hiding from Micky, who scans the yard for him.)

(The twins run over to their daddy. Where's Uncle Davy?)

*Micky grins and kneels down. How would you kids like to help Daddy find Uncle Davy?* ;)

(The twins jump up and down. Yay! Hide and seek!)

(We see Davy's eyes peer out of the bushes as the twins and Micky look all around the bushes. Little Mick finally sees Davy try to duck away from the bushes. I found him, Daddy!)

*Micky grins widely upon seeing the top of Davy's head.*

(Micky finally makes a flying leap onto Davy, knocking him down. The twins jump on their daddy.)

Little Mick: (As the music ends) What are we gonna do with our prisoner, Daddy?

Micky: Tickle!!

Shelly: Ok! (They tickle Davy, who just laughs and laughs.)

Davy: Ok, ok! Stop! I give up!

Little Mick: Can we take him to jail, Daddy?

Micky: Sure, kiddo.

Davy: Sorry, kids. I can't go to jail. I have to finish helpin' your Daddy with the outside decorations.

Little Mick: Awww! (He turns to Micky) Can we see the house when it's all lit up?

Micky: Of course you can!

Davy: (Looks at Micky) Should we try to light it up now? It's almost dark, and we never did finish the roof.

Little Mick: Can we, Daddy?

Micky: Sure, what the heck? Besides, it'll give us an idea of where to focus on next.

Davy: Are you sure that's a good idea, mate? How long did you blow the power out for the first time you turned them on last year?

Micky: I made sure to space out the plugs this time, Dave. It'll be fine. Come on, I've got them plugged into the light switch inside the front door.

(We see the neighbors preparing for dinner in the background in their sleek, fully-equipped, modern pea-green and brown kitchen. She brings them food from the microwave and pours them wine.)

Little Mick: This is gonna be great!

Shelly: We have the prettiest house in town!

(Davy and the kids follow Micky to the front door.)

Micky: Here we go! *flips the light switch*

(The moment Micky flicks the switch, the lights go on...and the lights in the houses all around them go off, including their neighbors' house. We hear stumbling, yelling, and breaking glass next door. After a few minutes of Micky, Davy, and the kids ooh-ing and ahh-ing, the lights finally go out...and everyone else's lights go back on.)

Little Mick: Hey, the lights are gone!

Shelly: Uh oh! They blew out.

Davy: Probably blew a fuse or one bulb went out. :p

Little Mick: (Tugs on his father) Daddy, make the lights go on!

Micky: I hate to say it, kiddo, but Daddy's gonna have to call someone tomorrow in order to put the lights on again.

Davy: What happened there? I saw the lights in the houses on either side of you go out!

(We hear more yelling next door. The woman finally stomps out onto the lawn.)

Woman: (To the man, who still stands in the door, a large brown stain on his shirt) Fine, Martin! If you won't talk to those idiots, I will!

Martin: Elaine, really, it'll wash out...

(Elaine storms over to Micky and Davy, smoke practically coming out of her ears.)

Elaine: WHAT WAS THAT?

Micky: We're trying out our lights. *shrugs* I forgot to call and warn the electric company before doing so.

Elaine: You should warn the entire neighborhood! Because of you and your vulgar display, my roast pork is sitting in my husband's lap!

Davy: Whoa, down lady!

Little Mick: I want the lights back on!

(Shelly gets behind her daddy. That lady sorta scares her. She looks really mad!)

Micky: Hey, the lights came back on. I don't know what more you want.

Elaine: All we wanted was a nice, romantic dinner for two. That's all we asked. What did we get? Blinded! I broke two crystal glasses trying to clean my husband's shirt and spilled expensive wine all over the kitchen floor! I want you to tone that down! (She points at the house)

Micky: I'm really sorry about that. It was an accident. BUT this is MY house and I can decorate it any way that I wish.

Elaine: Please, please just keep the rest of the neighborhood in mind the next time you decide to cover your entire house with every light in Malibu Beach! Some of us don't appreciate it being brighter than the sun at 5PM!

(She stomps back off to her house. We see Martin, who has changed his shirt, give her a shoulder massage after she storms in and plops down in a chair.)

Little Mick: (He looks up at Micky) How come she was mad, Daddy? I like the lights!

Micky: Some people just don't appreciate great decorations.

Davy: She does have a point. Maybe we could figure out a way to tone down the brightness a little. That way, we won't blow out everyone's electricity. California gets enough blackouts as it is.

Davy: (Makes a tiny inch with his fingers) Just a little bit, enough to keep the electricity down a little.

Micky: I'm gonna call up the electric tomorrow to allow me a little extra juice. It'll cost, but it's worth it. *sighs* And I'll figure out something to cut.

Davy: Mick, considering how mad she was, you're lucky she didn't take a swing at you.

Micky: I wasn't worried.

Little Mick: Daddy, I'm hungry. Can we have dinner now?

Micky: *nods* Yeah, we can go eat.

Davy: And I'd better go home to my girls. They should be back from shopping now.

Little Mick: Yay! (He grabs his Daddy's hand and pulls him to the door as Davy makes for his jeep and we fade out on the unlit but covered in lights house...and the light in the window of the house next door.)

(Cut to the Rainbow Room. The guys all wear their red velvet 8-button shirts and green pants. Peter has red and white beads. Mike wears his sunglasses on his head. Emma wears a red turtleneck and brown corduroy bell-bottoms. Lauren wears a red t-shirt and green slacks. They sing "The Little Drummer Boy." Davy does a slow dance, joined briefly by Emma.)

*Micky sits behind a single tom tom, tapping out the beat of the song.*

(Davy points to Micky, indicating that it's time for his drum solo.)

*Micky grins, goes over to the full drum kit, and starts wailing on the set.*

(Peter grins, clapping for him. Mike just rolls his eyes.)

*Micky finishes his solo and wipes his brow. Whew!*

(Davy finishes singing the song. Peter pats Micky on the back. Good work!)

(Emma pulls the grumpy Mike off-screen.)

(Davy shrugs and dances off-screen to find Daphne. Peter sits in a corner and works on his music.)

*Lauren and Micky dance while the music fades.*