Everyone ready for a snazzy night out?

Mike: After the barbecue, no.

Peter: (Sighs) Michael! (Smiles) I am.

Micky: You bet!

Davy: Sure.

(We open at a huge banquet hall. It's larger and fancier than the ballroom used for Lillith's first party, with crystal chandeliers and grand marble staircases. The tables are fine lacquered wood, and the chairs are thick upholstered plush and mahogany. Lillith and Belavarg sit at one table in the front. Lillith wears a simple pale green gown with no adornment, her hair in a severe bun. Belavarg wears a tuxedo, complete with top hat and cane.)

Lillith: Damion, you told me if I let you lean on him and ruin my parties, he'd sell! (Makes a face) I called him this morning, and he says no, he's still not interested! This is the last party I need to hold for a while. If he doesn't sell after this...

Belavarg: He WILL sell after this.

Lillith: What makes you so sure?

Belavarg: I just know.

Lillith: We need to triple security tonight. My barbecue was attacked by these four men in strange uniforms. They wore masks and eight-button western shirts, like something out an old Gene Autry Republic movie! They made a hash of your sabotage. I think I've seen them before...

Belavarg: *Nods* They did seem familiar.

Lillith: Ms. Saunders must have described them to you. Yes, they did seem familiar, and I believe she knew them. (Raises an eyebrow) How do you know Ms. Saunders?

Belavarg: Business acquaintance. We've been involved in dealings previously.

Lillith: She's been asking me to sell her Dark Star Records. (Shakes her head) I tried to tell her it's not for sale at present, especially to someone who just got out of jail on multiple charges of kidnapping and property damage going back several years. I know she's been cleared of the charges now that she's out of prison, but...I just don't trust her. I didn't trust her even before she went into prison. There's something about her that isn't quite...right.

Belavarg: *Nods* I don't disagree.

Lillith: I can't believe she's still up for two marketing awards tonight. She should have been disqualified after she was arrested. (Smirks) I'm up for three awards, including CEO of the Year. I think I have a good chance of winning. After all, I do own the second largest frozen food company in the United States. (Chuckles) It's a shame you haven't been around long enough to be nominated, Mr. Lensher. Maybe next year.

Belavarg: Perhaps.

(Sheila, Alex, and Zelda arrive next. Sheila wears a red wrap halter-style dress with a plunging neckline and a ton of sequins.)

*Alex wears a tuxedo. Zelda wears a sleeveless black dress with a long, fuzzy purple scarf over her shoulders.*

Lillith: You've arrived.

Sheila: Of course. I'm going to win two awards tonight.

Lillith: You hope.

Sheila: Oh, I know. They can't resist me.

Lillith: Ye of too much ego.

Sheila: Now, we all know what we have to do this time...and of course, it'll come after Lillith and I have won our awards.

Lillith: Of course.

Sheila: Alex and Zelda, you handle the cook. You can do what you want to the food as long as the judges don't eat it.

Lillith: You're rather fond of that little blond cook, aren't you Zelda?

Zelda: I sure am.

Lillith: Perhaps, after he sells, I could get him to make you a private meal? Boss' orders.

Zelda: Oooh, I'd love that!

Lillith: Maybe even once a day.

*Zelda just nods dreamily.*

Sheila: Belavarg, you handle the...ahem, other help.

Belavarg: Gladly.

Sheila: I'll take care of the guests. (Sees several figures walk in the door) And it looks like everyone else is beginning to arrive, including the help...

(Cut to the Monkees and their wives. Mike has Emma on his arm. Mike wears his white and black tux. Emma wears the twenties-style red sequined gown with the zigzag hem she wore in "Murder, My Monkee." Peter wears a simple tuxedo with good beads. Valerie wears an elaborate yellow gown with a high neck and sequins.)

*Micky wears a tuxedo and tennis shoes. Lauren wears a nice pants suit and a pair of good ankle boots. Davy wears a velvet navy jack with black pants. Daphne wears a blue dress that's only a few shades lighter than Davy's jacket.*

Mike: Ok, everyone. This is it. This is Al's last party for Lillith. He's already in the kitchen. (Turns to Micky) Did you have to wear sneakers? This is supposed to be a really high-class party! I'm even wearing my good cowboy boots!

Micky: Well, these are my good sneakers!

Emma: Leave him alone. It's not like most people are going to be looking at us!

Mike: (Sees Al coming out of the kitchen in chef's whites, including the hat) Hey, Al! (Waves) We're here!

*Al grins upon seeing them and heads over.*

Al: Hi, everyone. Good to see you.

Mike: Hey, man. How'd you net this really fancy shindig?

Al: Just lucky, I guess.

Valerie: (Frowns and points at the front table) Don't look now, but we have an audience of all of our favorite people. Yes Al, including Zelda.

*Al groans.*

Micky: *Snorts* How lovely.

Mike: We're gonna have to keep all of them busy and make sure Belavarg's potions stay out of the food this time.

Peter: Al, you concentrate on serving. We'll handle this crowd.

Valerie: I've spent my life going to huge black-tie affairs like this. They're usually very dull anyway.

*Al heads back to the kitchen.*

Mike: (Turns to Micky) Since you guys know them so well, how about you keep Zelda and Alex busy?

Micky: I think I can handle that.

Emma: Lauren, you help him.

Lauren: Goes without saying.

Mike: Davy, you and Daphne can help Al with the food. Make sure no one, and I mean NO one besides us and Al's servers get in the kitchen. Especially demons and devils.

Davy: Got it, mate.

Peter: Valerie and I will work the crowds. I'll help the servers.

Valerie: And I'll talk to people and make sure they're ok.

Mike: (Grins at Emma) Looks like you and I got the tough job - watchin' Sheila and Belavarg.

Emma: (Shrugs) Someone has to do it.

Mike: (Takes his wife's arm) Shall we, darlin'?

Emma: (Grins) Sure! (They head for a table, followed by Peter and Valerie)

Davy: (Turns to the others) Let's hit the kitchen. If I know Zelda, she'll go where Al is...and Alex will go where SHE is.

Daphne: Sounds good. (Rubs her stomach) Besides, I'm starving! I hope Al's giving out freebies.

(Cut to the huge, stainless-steel kitchen. Al is pulling the last of several chickens out of the oven.)

Davy: Hullo, mate. Need any help?

Al: I think I'm all set, but I could use a little security.

Daphne: Oh, we can do that. We're very good at tossing out unwanted guests.

Davy: We'll make sure Zelda doesn't try for your lap again.

Al: That would definitely be appreciated.

*Alex and Zelda enter the kitchen.*

Davy: (He steps in front of them) Out, you two. This is for staff only.

Alex: What if we don't? You can't exactly force us out.

Davy: Oh, you think we can't? (He grabs Alex by the collar; Daphne gives Zelda a gentle push)

Daphne: Al needs to work on the food, or there won't be an awards dinner! Shoo!

*Zelda grabs a spatula off the counter and smacks Daphne in the arm with it.*

Daphne: Ow! Hey! (She grabs a long-handled spoon and hits Zelda back)

Davy: (Shakes Alex) You stay out of here, you hear me?

*Alex grabs a pan and swings it at Davy.*

(Davy ducks the pan as "If You Have the Time" begins.)

(Zelda pulls away from Daphne when she runs into the breakfast island and goes after Al, but Lauren blocks her.)

(Davy and Alex are now throwing potatoes at each other.)

*Lauren and Zelda struggle. They end up barely visible in the background.*

(Davy grabs a broom and uses it to block Alex from Al and the food.)

(Micky helps Al work on the last of the entrees, ignoring the other three.)

*Zelda gets the upper hand on Lauren and pushes her away, then slips out the door.*

Daphne: Hey! Come back here! We're not done with you yet! (She and Lauren follow Zelda out the door as the music ends)

Davy: (He still blocks Alex with the broom) Ok Alex, what do all of you have in mind this time? Turning the winners' trophies into real people?

(Davy finally gets Alex against the wall...making sure not to damage the food, Al, or Micky in the process.)

Alex: Maybe.

Davy: You stay away from them. You stay away from Al, and especially stay away from Mike. Mick told me what you did to him at the barbecue. Mike's been through enough. :P

*Alex merely grins then disappears.*

Davy: Blast him! (He turns to Micky) Is the food done?

Micky: *Nods* Yeah, everything's done and ready.

Davy: Good. I just lost Alex. He's back out with the others. The girls went after Zelda.

Lauren: *As she and Daphne return* We lost Zelda.

Davy: Wonderful. (Turns to Lauren and Daphne) You two stay with Al and help him serve and clean up the kitchen. Micky (turns to his best friend), we're going after Alex and Zelda.

Micky: Gladly.