(We open on the street in front of the Chicago Chronicle. Mike and Davy come out of the spinning doors. Mike shakes his head.)

Mike: Micky, will you get outta there?

Micky: *calls out* Once more around!

Davy: And 'e's 'ow old?

Mike: Micky, no! (Grabs his arm before he can go back) Don't you want to see the Sears Tower and a Cubs game?

Micky: Well, yes, but a few more seconds wouldn't have mattered!

Mike: Micky, you could do that in LA, too. We really do have to get movin'. (He pulls him over to where they parked Ursula...but the space is empty) Guys, where's Urse?

Davy: She was right 'ere.

Mike: Well, she ain't here anymore. (Looks at the guys) I KNOW we parked her right in the front of this parkin' buildin'.

(Mike pulls them into the parking building. They look around, but no Ursula.)

Mike: Oh, this is just GREAT. Either the cops got her, or car thieves did.

Micky: Yup, this was all that was missing.

Mike: Guys, we've GOTTA find her. We have to. That's our ticket home...not to mention our mentor. (Eyes widen) And all that shit we had installed in her...

(Mike runs out of the parking building, desperately searching the front again. Davy and Micky run after him.)

Mike: Ursula? URSE! (He finally collapses on the curb, groaning. He puts his head in his hands.)

Mike: I can't believe this. I just can't. This can't be happenin'. All our stuff was in there, and Urse...

Micky: *sits next to Mike* We'll find her.

*Davy stands behind them, glancing around.*

Mike: (Nods) Let's split up. We're gonna have to. We have a lot of city to cover.

(Micky and Mike get to their feet.)

Mike: The first one to see even a glimpse of a car that looks like Urse, call the others. Use your communicators or a phone booth if there's too many people around.

Davy: *nods* Got it.

("Every Step Of The Way" begins as the guys go in different directions. Mike takes a bus to the Waterfront, ignoring some of the unsavory characters who eye him. He sees a red car and runs after it. A few minutes later, the red TRUCK he was running after chases him in the other direction!)

(Mike leans against a booth and sighs. He sees another flash of red and chases it again. This time, he ends up jumping into a red tour boat that was just docking, much to the annoyance of the tourists.)

*Micky gets on a bus and goes to a residential area. After a few minutes of wandering, he sees a slightly balding man wearing a pale blue dress shirt and brown slacks in his mid-40s pushing a brown Dodge that appeared to be out of gas. However, the car was still blaring an oldies station, playing "16 Tons" which the man was singing along to. At the end of the song, the man cried out "Oh God!"*

(Mike groans as he hears thunder the approximate size of a sonic boom. He pulls his coat over his head as it begins to rain. He turns around to head back for the Chronicle to ask if anyone's seen Ursula when he sees a flash of red and yellow. He runs after it, yelling "Hey! That's my car!")

(Mike chases the car back down to the Waterfront. It's at this point that we see that, yes, it is Ursula. Mike tries to jump for her, but he trips over two trash cans instead, knocking them over like dominoes.)

*Davy catches up with Micky, who shakes his head.*

(A flash of red drives by the boys...a very familiar flash!)

*The exchange glances and start the 100-meter-dash after it!"

(Mike finally catches up with them.)

Mike: (As the music ends) We'll never catch up with her. Did you see who was in there? It didn't look like cops.

Davy: *puffing; shakes his head* No.

Micky: Couldn't see 'em.

Mike: Must be car thieves.

Micky: Shit.

Mike: (Looks at the others) Guys, I have an idea. It's risky, but it'll at least find her for us. We'll imagine ourselves into the car. We'll have to be careful, though. The thieves may be armed.

Micky: We'll do it.

Davy: Yeah.

Mike: (Pulls the guys into an alley) Ok, the light won't be so obvious here. (Nods) Concentrate on Urse. (They all do so. There's three blue lights, and we fade out on the alley.)

(Cut to Ursula's interior. There's a blue light in the front and middle seats. Mike winds up between the two men in the front seat. Micky and Davy find themselves next to a third in the middle seat.)

Thief 1: Where in the HELL did you come from, pal?

Mike: Excuse me, I don't think this car belongs to you.

Thief 1: It does now. We didn't see nobody in it, and there weren't no licenses or nuthin'.

Mike: The licenses were on the owners, asswad.

Micky: Duh!

Mike: Look, we don't like you bein' in our car, and if you don't stop this car now, we're gonna make you leave.

Thief 2: How? (Pulls out a switchblade) We've got the weapons, skinny-ass.

Micky: Oh, big man with a puny knife! *makes a muted blue light behind his back and pulls out a larger version of his dagger*

Mike: (Grins at Micky and smirks; there's another muted blue light, and he seems to pull his broadsword out from under the car seat) I think my broadsword is lookin' for it's kid. You might wanna give it back.

Davy: *does the same, pulling out his rapier* Ta da!

Thief 1: Holy SHIT!

Thief 2: What the hell, did we walk into some demented Errol Flynn movie?

Micky: Yes, yes you did.

Mike: You three are gonna feel the broad side of this wicked sucker if you don't get OUT of this car at the next curb and turn yourselves into the nearest police station.

Thief 1: You wouldn't.

Mike: (Grins at Micky and Davy) Would I, guys?

Micky: Oh, we would, we would!

Mike: There. If I don't, they'd be more than happy to.

(The thief pulls over at the nearest available curb.)

Thief 1: (Narrows his eyes) How do we know you're gonna use those things?

Thief 3: (In the back with Davy and Micky) Man, I'm convinced! Let's get outta here! These guys look crazy!

Micky: *grins wickedly, leaning forward* Feelin' lucky, PUNK?

Thief 1: You couldn't make a dent in me!

(The other two, however, are more than happy to leap out of the car, carrying sacks, and make a loud and fast dash for the conveniently near-by police station.)

Ursula: But I could. (Suddenly, the seat springs up, and the man goes flying off into the distance)

Mike: (As the seat lowers back into position) Nice work, Urse.

Ursula: He wouldn't have left any other way. I think he was the ringleader.

Mike: Those two will probably be able to lead the cops to him.

Ursula: I'm glad you boys finally found me. I was trying to find you myself, but those idiots kept trying to turn me around. They thought my wheel was stuck.

Mike: Us too, Urse. All our stuff is in this car, and we never would have gotten home without you. (Smiles) Besides, you're our friend, and friends help friends.

Ursula: Thank you, Mike. That was a lovely sentiment. (Sighs) I have some rather bad news, though. I'm not the only thing they stole.

Mike: (Groans) What else did they take?

Ursula: My radio and any jewelry and expensive items that were in the backseat. You were right to add that double-thick lock to my trunk. They couldn't pry it open, and anything that was in there should be safe, including Micky's camera and duffel bag.

Mike: See Mick? I told you it would come in handy. Car thieves in LA probably would have tried stealin' the lock, too, and anything that wasn't nailed down.

Ursula: Where to next, boys?

Mike: (Sighs and looks at the other two) Do you guys still want to do the whole sightseein' bit? I know we don't have enough money for hotels unless we wire the girls.

Ursula: Boys, I really think it's time you faced some facts. This trip has been one disaster after another.

Micky: You're telling us.

Mike: On one hand, the last time I was in Chicago was when we were on tour in 1972. I'd love to see more of the town. (Sighs) But...

Micky: *raises an eyebrow* But...

Mike: I'm afraid of what'll happen next. (Mike looks at the guys) Look, the Sears Tower observation deck ain't expensive. Why don't we go up there, check out the view, and take stock of our assets while we're at it? We can figure out what to do from there. And this time, we'll valet-park Urse in a parking garage and make sure they keep an eye on her.

Davy: I like that.

(Cut to a stock shot of the Sears Tower, then to the "observation deck," an upper floor decked out with metal chairs and a small snack hut and gift shop. The guys all stand at the edge, looking at the gorgeous view of Chicago.)

Mike: Thank god the storm passed quickly. Just look at that skyline!

Micky: *low whistle* Beautiful.

Mike: I'm glad we came up here. It was worth the money spent. (Looks at Micky) How much do we have left, anyway? Enough for gas and renting camping spots?

Micky: Definitely enough for gas Camping EVERY night, ehh...

Mike: So we either call the girls or sleep in Urse.

Davy: Sleep in Urse.

Micky: Agreed.

Mike: Yeah. Won't be so bad. At least we know she's comfortable, and we'll be able to keep anyone else from tryin' to steal her. (Turns to the other two) Ya know, for all the trouble we had, I kinda had fun on this vacation. (Grins) The polka guys weren't so bad. I never want to dance the Chicken on stage again, and I'm never going to pay for the tab for a guy the size of Oswald, either, but the fair was fun, and so was their concert in the diner.

Micky: Yeah, me, too.

Davy: Amazingly enough, me, too.

Mike: I liked Silver Gulch, too. As touristy as it was, the Indian dances were really somethin' else. (Grins) And the ride on the roller coaster at Mighty World, even if it wasn't open.

Davy: Even if Mick did flip out at Mighty World a little.

Micky: *Shakes a fist, but he's grinning* Flip out? I'll show you flip out!

Mike: Ok boys. (Takes one last look at the skyline) You know, my wolf instinct's been actin' up this whole trip, and not just because of all the trouble we've had. (Takes a deep sniff) I smell...trouble. BIG trouble.

Micky: *groans* Mike...

Mike: Not here. (Nods at the horizon) It's still far off, but it's gonna happen, and it's gonna be huge. Somethin' tells me there's somethin' really wrong. (Smiles again) But for now, why don't we start headin' home, before we get lost again?

Davy: Please.

Mike: Come on, guys. (The camera focuses on the slowly setting sun, but there's an ominous note in the music as the trio make their way to the parking garage)