Everyone ready to rough it? ;)

Mike: Sure. Can't afford anything else. ;)

Micky: You bet! :D

Davy: Sure, why not. ;)

(We open on the highway again, this time turning off into a series of woods and mountains. Cut to the MonkeeMobile making it's way around a dim, wooded area.

Ursula: Are you sure this is where the ranger said our site was, Micky?

Micky: Positive!

Davy: You think 'e'd admit if it wasn't?

Mike: Well, how much further do we have to go? It's gonna be gettin' dark soon. We ain't gone campin' since the time we went with Pete n' the girls in the Berkshires.

Micky: Almost... *puts on the brakes* we're here!

Mike: (Sees a clearing and not much else) No cabin?

Ursula: I thought you said you were running short on cash. Cabins do cost money.

Mike: (Sighs) Well, we have our sleepin' bags, and I think we have a tent somewhere...

Micky: I came prepared, Mike. *He hops out of the car and moves around to rummage in his duffle bag in the back. He returns with poles and a tarp tucked under his arm.*

Micky: You guys gonna help put it up?Davy: *turns to Mike* 'Ow is 'e doing that?

Mike: Your guess is as good as mine, kid. (Sighs) Let's give him a hand. He needed Lauren to help him put the thing up the last time he handled a tent.

Davy: This could be amusing.

("What Am I Doin' Hangin' 'Round" begins as Mike takes the directions and the other three join him.)

*Micky waves it off. He doesn't need directions! He owns the tent! He could put it together with his eyes closed!*

(Mike sighs. Fine. Micky can put it up, but HE'LL read the directions first. He leans against Ursula and reads while the other two begin.)

(Micky and Davy shove the pole into the ground...and are immediately chewed out by the groundhog who doesn't appreciate having a pole block his doorway!)

*Davy and Micky exchange looks, turning a shade of red. Micky pulls out the pole and moves it over, but checks the ground first. He and Davy shove it into the ground again, this time without complaint.*

(Mike joins them. He starts putting poles together.)

*Once the poles are in, Micky spreads the tarp and feeds the ceiling pole through, connecting it at both ends. He gives Mike a wide grin.*

(Mike grins back when the tent collapses on Davy and Micky.)

*The guys dig themselves out. Micky sticks his tongue out at Mike.*

(Mike shakes his head. This time, they'll read the directions...and get the thing upright.)

(Micky and Davy set the pole in the ground again. Mike puts together poles. Davy strings them. Micky gets the ceiling pole.)

(As the music ends, Micky once again spreads the tarp and feeds the ceiling pole through.)

Mike: Got the ends, Mick?

Micky: Yeah, I got 'em. *sighs*

Mike: Ok, stand back, boys. (They do...and this time, the tent seems to stand just fine)

Ursula: Good work, boys.

Mike: Thanks, Urse. (Looks at Micky) You wouldn't have any matches for a campfire in that bag of yours, would ya?

Micky: *pulls them from his back pocket* Thought you'd never ask.

Mike: Ok, Mick, get the cooler. We're gonna make dinner. (Grins) And don't eat anything on the way over. We don't have much left.

Micky: Yeah, yeah... *goes back to the car and retrieves the cooler; stalks back over and plops the cooler on the ground* Gonna dust it for fingerprints?

Mike: (Peers in) Nahh, nothin's disturbed. So, who gets to cook? I haven't cooked on an open flame in years.

Micky: Well, I've had my fair share of cooking over a grill. This isn't much different.

Davy: I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I say 'e should.

Mike: Go right ahead, Mick. They're your matches anyway.

*Micky accepts the matches back & strikes one. A bright orange flame flicks as Micky leans over carefully, determining where to toss it into the pit. He tosses it, and he flames grow brilliantly in the pit.*

Mike: Ahh, that's nice. Helps to have a guy who knows how to control fire around. (Turns to Davy) Why don't we get the sleepin' bags while Micky sets up dinner?

Davy: *nods* Sure! *moves closer to Mike and whispers, conspiriatorally* Were you still talking about Mick?

Mike: (Whispers) It ain't nice to piss off the guy controllin' your meal. Besides, remember, he's best with fire powers. He could turn them on us or burn this forest, and I don't want to explain to President Ford how some kid got mad at his buddies and burned his forest down. President Ford has enough problems just standin' up.

Davy: *grins* Just checking.

*Micky starts whistling a tune that Davy and Mike can still hear clearly as they retrieve the sleeping bags.*

Ursula: How long will you boys be staying here?

Mike: (As they get their sleeping bags) Just overnight. We'll be startin' out again in the mornin'. (Sighs) I think we might be campin' out for most of the rest of this trip, or at least until we get closer to Chicago. We really are gettin' low on cash.

Davy: At least we know we can probably manage okay camping out.

Mike: Yeah. As long as we're out in the west, we should be ok. When we get to Chicago, we're either gonna have to look up friends, beg complete strangers, camp out in a park, find the cheapest hotel in the city and hope the place isn't falling apart, or sleep in Urse.

Ursula: And don't forget, you'll need to feed ME soon. I'm feeling a bit dry.

Ursula: Why don't you just wire your wives for money?

Davy: And admit defeat?

Mike: 'Cause we don't want them fussin', that's why.

Ursula: You just don't want to admit that everything on this safari has cost twice as much as you planned, including buying lunch for a polka band and staying with them in that fancy hotel the other night.

Mike: I didn't know Ossie ate half the diner!

Davy: We nevah could've planned on meeting those guys. We were only prepared for one 'uge appetite!

Mike: We're gonna be ok, Urse. We'll count our pennies and make sure we don't overdo it from now on.

Ursula: You say that now, but what about Micky?

Mike: I'll talk to him about the souvenirs.

Davy: I don't envy you on that, Mike.

Ursula: I'm just glad you talked him out of that life-size statue of the Kaiser Wilhelm made of fifteen different kinds of bratwurst. That wouldn't have smelled pleasant after a few days in my back seat.

Davy: It didn't smell pleasant when 'e were looking at it.

Mike: Speakin' of food (calls over his shoulder) hey Mick, is dinner ready yet?

Micky: *calls out* Burgers are ready! Come'n get it!

Mike: You just spoke my language, Mick! (He and Davy head over to Micky, who has burgers, buns, and grilled vegetables set on a blanket) Damn, that smells good. (Pokes a hamburger) It ain't Hamburger Helper, is it?

Micky: *makes a face of disgust* Better not be! That stuff is NOT food, let me tell you.

Davy: Well, I could eat just about anything right now. *puts a burger together and scoops some veggies into a Styrofoam bowl; he peers at the veggies* 'Ey Mick, *turns his gaze to him* did you flavor these up?

Micky: Just a little *motions with his thumb and index finger*

Mike: That's fine with me. Em's the one who has problems with spicy food. I grew up in Texas.

Micky: To be fair to Dave, I did not overdo the spices.

Davy: Me stomach thanks you, Mick.

Mike: Well then, let's eat. (Lifts a can of beer) To our vacation. May it continue to be a great time, preferably with fewer annoying hotels.

Micky: *raises his beer can* I second that.

Davy: *raises his as well* Third!

Mike: (Drinks his beer, then says) Boy, that's good. (As he picks up his burger) Hey, after we eat, why don't we go out an' explore the woods? You know, just go for a walk. I ain't tired enough for bed yet, and we've been in the car all day.

Micky: *nods* My legs could definitely use a stretch. *pauses, then nods* So could Dave's, for that matter.

Davy: Very funny, Mick.

Mike: Ok, ok boys. Eat and don't kill each other before we go for our walk.

Micky: Just good-natured ribbing, is all.

Davy: I won't kill 'im...yet.

Mike: Well, wait until we're out in the woods. The hunters won't notice the blood as much. (Between bites of burger) This is good, Mick. Nice work.

Micky: *grins* Thanks, Mike, it's appreciated.

(The boys settle down and eat as the camera draws upwards to the late afternoon sun. We dissolve into a much darker sky over the woods and cut back to the trees as the guys go for their hike.)

Mike: Sure is peaceful back here.

Micky: Ain't that the truth.

Mike: Nature ain't so bad when it's not attackin' you or coverin' your house with water or bugs.

Mike: (Grins) The last time we got natural, we were dragging the kids around in the park.

Mike: Hey Mick, where's Davy?

Micky: *smirks* He needed a pit stop.

Davy: *calling from somewhere* I 'eard that!

Mike: Well, hurry up! As much as I'm enjoyin' my time outside, we've gotta be gettin' back to camp soon.

Micky: Yeah, Dave, *laughs* shake a leg!

*Davy grumbles something as he finishes up.*

Mike: I'm gettin' worried. It's almost dark. There ain't much light left comin' through the trees.

Micky: *as Davy returns* Don't worry! I know exactly which way we came.

Mike: I hope you do. I ain't used to so many trees. I grew up on the prairies.

Davy: You sure, Mick?

Micky: Of course I am, don't be ridiculous!