(Cut back to the ballroom. Everyone's now seated. Micky's finally left his chemistry set to join Lauren, Mike, and Emma at the bandstand.)

Micky: Okay, the fight at the club was fun, but the rest of that was little boring. Let’s continue that fight in the form of a chase.

Emma: What kind of a chase?

Mike: With cars, I hope.

Micky: You'll see. Okay, so we're on the streets of China as everyone leaves the club...

(And we fade back in on Shanghai as everyone makes a dash for a large, somewhat awkward large car that looks a bit like a small yacht with wheels.)

Mike: We've gotta get outta here, before those goons catch up with us!

(Suddenly, we hear gunfire over the groups' heads. Mike turns around and shoots at the gunmen.)

Emma: We can't do this all day! The rest of us aren't armed.

Mike: We have to get outta town. Literally.

Emma: Why don't we split up and meet outside of town? That's where the maps lead, anyway.

Peter: But we don't have the third part of the map!

Valerie: I'm sure we'll figure it out. (Ducks another bullet) Come on. Us women will take the Hydrosail.

Peter: What about the guys?

Valerie: Call a cab.

Micky: I've got a better idea. Come on, guys! *runs to a decently sized rickshaw just a piece down the street*

Mike: (Ducks and fires again) Are you kiddin'?

(The girls all jump into the Hydrosail and join Lauren in the front cabin seats.)

Micky: Just get in. *pushes his goggles down once more*

Peter: (Jumps in the rickshaw) Under the circumstances, Michael, I think we should take every opportunity we can get.

Mike: (Gets in) I know I'm gonna regret this.

("Peter Gunn's Gun" begins as Micky grabs the front of the rickshaw and they take off. Mike continues shooting over the side of the rickshaw. They're followed by two cars.)

Peter: Oh dear, they're on our tail!

Mike: I can't get rid of these suckers!

*Micky grins, pressing a button. An oil slick spills from the back of the rickshaw.*

(One car goes past them. The other spins out on the oil slick and runs into a fish cart. The two men emerge from the cart unharmed, one with a dead fish on his head.)

Peter: Nice work, Mick!

Mike: (Growls) Damn it, I'm outta bullets.

Micky: Davy, hit the button to your right.

Davy: Right, mate. *pushes the button*

*A compartment in the back opens to reveals ammunition.*

Mike: Thanks. (Starts re-loading the gun)

Peter: (Points at a fruit pushcart coming in front of them) Whoa Mick, watch out!

*Micky swerves, the rickshaw amazingly not tipping over or losing much speed.*

Mike: (As he loads his gun) Is that where you disappeared all afternoon after we arrived, Mick? Workin' on this thing?

Micky: Yup! Thought we'd need some kind of vehicle, knowing we're dealing with gangsters. That, and I needed some way to help settle my stomach.

Peter: Duck! (We hear a volley of heavy fire) Machine guns!

Mike: Shit. You ok, Mick?

Micky: *concentrating* Oh, just peachy.

Mike: Mick, run us past that cart. Maybe we can overturn it and block them.

Micky: You got it... *makes the rickshaw go faster*

(The boys just barely miss the aforementioned cart. They don't manage to overturn it...but the car is going too fast to turn and runs into the cart!)

Peter: (Ducks more bullets) I think there's at least one more!

Micky: I've got one more trick. *Pulls a lever. A missile pops up from the back of the rickshaw.*

Peter: Wow.

Mike: Where the hell did you get that?

Micky: Don't ask.

Davy: How does it work?

Micky: Aim it carefully, then pull the red lever at the base. And I've only got the one, so aim REALLY carefully!

(Mike takes aims the lever as carefully as he can in a bumpy moving rickshaw. He pulls the red lever. It hits it's target - right in front of the car. It leaves a large crater in the middle of the road. The remaining cars all ride right into it.)

Peter: Wow, you did really well with that!

Mike: If I hit the one car, the others would just keep coming. This way, I took 'em all out.

Micky: Nice aim, Mike!

Mike: Thanks.

Peter: You're really good with that gun and the missile launcher.

Mike: (Shrugs) Bein' good with guns comes in handy in my line of work.

Peter: (Looks around) Why don't we look for that cave in the mountains?

Mike: Now? At night? In these duds?

Peter: Would you rather go back to the city and face the gangsters?

Micky: I'm all for searching for that cave.

Mike: In the interest of savin' Mick's shoulders, why don't we ditch the rickshaw and grab a cab, or at least a cart with horses?

Micky: Um, Mike... you do know that this really isn't killing my shoulders at all?

Davy: *leans over to look at where Micky's feet are and sees he's actually only pedaling slightly* Mate, did you put a motor in this thing?

Micky: *sits back doing nothing now, but the rickshaw keeps on moving* Maybe.

Peter: (Shakes his head) That's our Micky.

Mike: Dang.

Peter: In that case, (hands Micky his part of the map) take us to the mountains, Mr. Dolenz!

Micky: Away we go!

(Cut from the boys heading down the busy Shanghai street to another busy street in Shanghai. The girls are in the cockpit of the Hydrosail Boat, still being chased by three cars.)

Emma: Damn it, they're still on our tail! Anyone have a gun?

Lauren: Take a peek behind my seat. There's a nook in the floorboards.

Valerie: I'll do it. (She finds the nook) Here it is! Ok, now what? Push the button...whoa!

(The Hydrosail boat is rocked by gunfire all around it and the teeming Shanghai streets.)

Emma: Damn night traffic...

Valerie: Darn it...here! (She finally shoves her finger on the buttons)

*The nook opens to reveal a couple guns and ammunition.*

Valerie: That's better. (She grabs the gun and loads it) Anyone else know how to shoot a gun besides me?

Emma: Uh...I've only written about them. I've never used them myself.

Daphne: *Grins and grabs gun for herself* I do.

Valerie: Good. You and I can work on distracting the gangsters while Lauren navigates us out of town.

(Valerie flings open a window and starts firing. Emma points at the streets. Likes! A cow is crossing, and she's being mighty slow about it!)

*Lauren steps on the gas and zips around the cow without causing it any harm.*

(The cow stares after the Hydrosail with wide eyes...then returns to slowly crossing the street and backing up traffic.)

Emma: There's still two more cars on our tail. Anything else this baby can do?

*Lauren pushes a button. Thick smoke billows from the rear of the vehicle.*

(One of the cars runs into the smoke. When the smoke clears, the car is now chasing the cow.)

Emma: One left. (As the car runs into the back of their car) Hey, who gave you your license, you jerk?

*Lauren frowns and punches a button. A large boxing glove springs out the back, punching the car chasing them and spinning it out.*

Emma: Serves you right, you big Palooka! (She climbs back in) I think that was the last one. Idiots. Who told them they could drive?

Valerie: (As she and Daphne join them back up front and the music ends) What do we do now? I don't think we're going to be able to return to the hotel. We'll have to send for what's left there.

Emma: We still have our part of the map. We'll head for the hills.

Valerie: I think Peter said the boys were going to head for there, too.

Emma: But we'll get there first!

Valerie: For one thing, they're in a cab.

Lauren: *frowns* I wouldn't be so sure. Micky seemed like he had something else in mind.

Daphne: But you said he always acts like that to make himself look good.

Lauren: *makes a face* Sometimes...

Valerie: Well, under any circumstances, let's get going. No matter who gets there first...we're ALL still being chased by gangsters.

Emma: I KNEW there was something wrong with LeMarque!

Valerie: I still don't think he's in league with that Pruitt.

Lauren: All I know is the only other people besides us we can trust are the fellas. I do not trust ANY of the others.

Daphne: I'm inclined to agree with Lauren.

Emma: Let's get out of here, then.

Valerie: (Hands Lauren the map fragment) Here's the map.

Lauren: Thanks. Off we go!

(Dissolve on the girls making their way through the narrow streets of Shanghai to the heavy, white full moon, which hangs low in the deep blue heavens over the mountains of China. There's a series of caves in the mountains near a small, fresh spring. The rickshaw and the Hydrosail pull up at about the same time.)

Mike and Emma: (They jump out of the rickshaw and the Hydrosail at the same time and shout) We did it! We're first! (Then they see each other, make a face, and groan) You! Oh, great!

Peter: (As he gets out of the rickshaw) Valerie!

Valerie: Peter! (She gets out and goes to him, frowning) How did you get here so fast in that rickety thing?

Peter: Micky.

Lauren: *Goes over to Micky, who drums his fingers on one of the rickshaw's poles* I knew you had a trick up your sleeve with this thing.

Micky: *nods* Too bad the vehicle that was only partly my idea made it at the same time.

Lauren: But now we can dig together.

Micky: *puts an arm around Lauren* That is true.

Emma: No one brought any tools.

Valerie: Lauren, would you have any in the Hydrosail?

Micky: *as Lauren opens her mouth* We have tools.

Lauren: Before I was interrupted, I was going to say, yes, we do have tools.

Mike: How are we gonna dig in gowns and tuxedos?

Micky: Do I have to think of EVERYTHING? *pulls out jumpsuits for the guys at the same time that Lauren pulls out jumpsuits for the ladies; they glare at each other*

Lauren: *shrugs* You've been rubbing off on me, Mick.

(Peter and Valerie just look at each other and double over laughing.)

Emma: (Giggles; Mike rolls his eyes) Ok, everyone change into the jumpsuits, and we'll get started.

Mike: Yeah. Keep in mind that those goons are probably still after us. I didn't see Pruitt or LeMarque in any of the cars we waylaid.

Davy: Which means we'd better move fast.

Mike: (Nods) Right.

(Cut to inside the cave. Everyone now wears jumpsuits and carries tools.)

Emma: (She holds a flashlight) We've been walking in this cave forever. How much longer are we going to do this?

Peter: Damn it, I wish we had the rest of the map!

Emma: We couldn't figure out where LeMarque was keeping his.

Micky: Well, maybe we'll get lucky and it'll jump out in front of us... *As he finishes, he trips, landing face-down* Think I found it.

Davy: *Helps Micky up* Might as well start here.

Peter: (Nods) Look at this outcropping! (He points at the rock in the ground) It doesn't look like the rest of the cave. I think it may have been planted here.

Micky: Yeah, for me to trip over.

Emma: (She digs) The ground is a lot softer here!

Mike: Yeah, like someone already dug, then covered it up.

Valerie: (Nods and leans down) Micky and Lauren, you're the most experienced diggers. Mike, you help them. Davy and Daphne, keep an eye on the cave to make sure we aren't being followed.

Davy: Right. *He and Daphne head back down the cave a bit. Micky hands Lauren and Mike shovels. All three start to dig.*

Mike: (As he shovels) Do you really think we're gonna find anything?

Peter: It's worth a try.

Emma: This is so exciting! Digging for treasure that could lead us to a lost city...

Mike: (As he digs) Yeah. It is kinda excitin'.

Emma: Do you really think this treasure holds the key to eternal youth?

Mike: That's just hokey ol' stories.

Peter: To be honest, I'm inclined to agree with Michael. I'm more interested in the chance to discover and study the Lost City of Gold and the Kalawahu tribe.

Valerie: All I care about is getting enough money to keep my businesses afloat.

Mike: I just want to pay off those goons back there and get back to doin' what I do.

Micky: Doesn't matter to me either way, though some money would be nice.

(Emma makes a face but says nothing.)

Lauren: I just hope we find something.

Micky: Hey, I think I found something. *Kneels and brushes something off with his hands; holds up a round object*

Mike: (As he, Emma, Valerie, Peter, and Lauren lean over him) What is it?

Emma: It looks like some kind of a pendant or medallion. (Points to a small loop on the top) That must be where the chain went.

Peter: (Gently rubs the dirt off) It's some kind of a map or compass. Those markings are pointing in some direction.

Mike: Looks like a map of some kind.

Peter: Micky, do you have a cloth or rag I could use to wipe this off?

Micky: *nods* Yeah. *Pulls a rag from the back pocket of his jumpsuit and hands it to Peter.*

Peter: Thanks. (He gently rubs the medallion, revealing what looks like a map) I think this is a map of Central Africa. (He pulls out his piece of the cloth map) This must tell us how to get to the lost city!

Emma: We found it!

Valerie: Oh, this is wonderful!

Mike: Great. We have it. Let's get outta here and figure...yikes! (A gunshot explodes over his head. He ducks and hurries away as we see more flashlights. Pruitt comes in with LeMarque, followed by several men who push Daphne and Davy ahead. All carry guns.)

Valerie: (Eyes widen) LeMarque, you...

LeMarque: (Frowns) I am sorry, Mademoiselle Valerie. I will not hurt you. I just want what you have found.

Pruitt: Well, isn't this cozy? And what are all of you doing here in the middle of the night? Looking for the treasure, I suppose.

Mike: (Growls) Get outta here, Pruitt!

Pruitt: Oh, I'll leave, but I'll be taking that medallion and all of you with me. After all (points the gun at Peter) Professor Thorkleson is the only one who can read the language of the Kalawahus.

Peter: I wouldn't read that for you in a million years!

Micky: Read this! *Takes a double scoop of dirt and heaves it at Pruitt.*

Mike: (Jumps at LeMarque as "Writing Wrongs" begins) Come here, you slimy little rodent!

(Emma kicks another man in the shin. Valerie elbows another hood with a shovel in a sensitive spot.)

(Mike and LeMarque fight for LeMarque's gun. The gun goes off, firing here, there, and everywhere.

*Micky and Lauren continue to throw dirt in the faces of the gangsters.*

(Peter tackles Pruitt, managing to knock him to the ground despite his girth.)

Emma: (Over the music) Get the medallion!

(Pruitt reaches for the medallion, but Mike kicks it away from his hand.)

*Davy picks up the medallion. He and Daphne play keep-away with it.*

(One of the gangsters punches Davy in the gut and catches the medallion when he doubles over.)

(LeMarque and Mike continue to struggle. They're now fistfighting.)

(Pruitt rolls onto Peter, holding him down.)

(LeMarque gets the medallion, but Mike gets a good hit on his chin, and he loses it.)

(Peter tries to reach for the medallion, but Pruitt shoves his gun into Peter's chest. He's about to shoot him when something hits him on the head, and he rolls onto the ground. The camera pans up...revealing Valerie holding the shovel and grinning.)

*Micky picks up the medallion, but one of the other gangsters grabs it and tries to pull it out of Micky's hands. The two play tug-of-war over it. Micky gives a grunt, tugs, and knocks it out of the gangster's hands and his own. The medallion goes flying. It crashes against a rock and breaks in two. Micky cringes.*

Peter: Oh no!

Valerie: (Grabs one half of the medallion) Let's get outta here!

Peter: (He takes the other half; nods) While Pruitt's still out.

Mike: (He's taken LeMarque's gun and now holds it on him) Ok, boy. No funny stuff. You try to jump us, and I blow you away with this.

LeMarque: You blow me away, Nesmith, and my men will see to it that you do not live to find eternal youth.

Mike: You really believe that kiddie story, don't you?

LeMarque: (Looks annoyed) Is not kiddie story! Is true!

Valerie: I can't believe I trusted you, Jacques!

LeMarque: Valerie... (frowns; his face is genuinely sorrowful) I would not hurt you.

Valerie: I won't trust you again.

Mike: Guys, head for the hills. (He keeps his gun trained on LeMarque. Emma, Daphne, and Davy have also taken guns from fallen gangsters)

Emma: (Mutters to Daphne) Um, you know, I really don't know how to shoot this thing.

Pruitt: (As he starts to get up rather creakily) You don't know what you're doing, boy.

Mike: Oh, you bet I do. I don't really want to lose my plane, and I don't really wanna lose this job, either. I'll pay you when I get the money. But for now... (He back towards the entrance) We'll be leaving.

Peter: Maybe we'd better split up again.

Valerie: As much as I hate to do it, it might be harder for them to follow two groups.

Peter: The men will go back to Shanghai and take the Silver Falcon to Africa.

Valerie: We'll take the Hydrosail Boat.

Micky: *groans* Can I swap with someone?

Valerie: You know, we have more room on the Hydrosail anyway. Why don't you come with us?

Micky: *grins* Thank you!

Lauren: *Wraps an arm around him* About time we got together.

Valerie: Don't thank me. You're the one telling this part of the story!

Micky: Oh, yeah, that's right.

Peter: (As more gunfire is heard over their heads) Um, I think this would be a good time to leave.

Mike: Yeah. We can meet at a trading post in Africa run by a buddy of mine. Real nice guy. He'll probably be able to help us with supplies and guides, and he knows the area like the back of his hand. If there's a Lost City of Gold out there, he'll either know about it know someone else who does.

Peter: We'll meet each other at the trading post in the Congo. Michael will give us the exact location outside.

Valerie: Right. Let's get a move on, then.

(Everyone hurries outside. Pruitt, LeMarque, and the gangsters arrive just in time to see the Hydrosail and the rickshaw speed off.)

Gangster #1: Shouldn't we go after them, Boss?

Pruitt: We will, but not now. (Looks at LeMarque) Are you sure the homing device is secure on that awkward vessel of theirs?

LeMarque: (Nods) I planted it there myself right after we arrived.

Pruitt: I'm taking a very big risk, LeMarque, letting them go ahead. This had better work. (They all watch in the distance as the vehicles head back towards Shanghai and we fade out.)