(We open back at the Montgomery House. Peter makes a face.)

Peter: But now EVERYONE'S captured! That's no fun!

Mike: (Yawns) Aw Pete, it's just a story

Daphne: *shrugs* I got a little carried away.

Peter: Can I take over? This is getting too nasty for me!

Emma: Sure, Peter!

Mike: Yeah.

Peter: Well, the poor boys were awfully scared. The gangsters had all four of them now, and they had no idea what had become of the girls...

(We open back in the jungle. The gangsters push Peter, Micky, and Davy along. Three of them hold Mike, who struggles and growls like a caged lion.)

Peter: Ow! (As Pruitt prods him with his gun) Couldn't you find somewhere else to put that?

Pruitt: I know what I'm doing, Professor. I'm a very nasty man, capable of doing very nasty things to you and the others if you don't do what I say.

Peter: Even I guessed THAT.

LeMarque: Boss! Boss, come over to here! (He waves Pruitt over to the rock Peter was looking at earlier) Look at this!

Pruitt: There's writing on this wall! You! (He points the gun at Peter) You're the scholar who knows about African lore. Translate this (points the gun at the other three Monkees) or your friends will find themselves buried along with that treasure.

Peter: (Nods and gulps) Yes, sir. (He's pushed over to the rock. Pruitt holds his gun on him as he reads) "The way to the Valley of the Gold People is in the place where there is only midnight. There is no stars, no sunlight, only darkness. When you find your way through the darkness, you will find the light."

LeMarque: (Thoughtful) Darkness...

Pruitt: Superstitious fiddle-faddle.

Peter: (Stands) We have to find a dark place.

Pruitt: You two! (He points his gun at Micky and Davy) Help our friend the Professor find the place where the darkness meets the light. We'll follow you with Nesmith. (He turns his gun on Mike, who continues to struggle in the goons' arms) He's our insurance policy, you might say. He already owes me money, and I don't like that. I intend to put him on ice as soon as I possibly can. If you even consider running out on me, he'll find himself wearing cement shoes that much sooner.

Mike: (Snarls as the gangsters hold a gun to his head) You can't scare me, Pruitt. You're just small potatoes out here. Do you think those natives will be impressed with your little guns? They'll jump on you the moment they can and stick your head and that little weasel's (nods at LeMarque) on a pole.

Pruitt: (Lift's Mike's chin) Vocal as always, Nesmith. Won't you ever learn to keep your opinions to yourself?

Mike: Nahh, they're too important.

Peter: (As Pruitt smacks Mike hard across the face with the butt of his gun) No! Leave Captain Nesmith alone!

Mike: (Narrows his eyes) I can take it, Professor. I've taken a lot worse from men even scummier than him.

Peter: We'll go. We have to. (Looks up) Micky, Davy, let's go.

Micky: Right with you, Peter. *follows with Davy*

(Mike watches them as they head out, his eyes worried but hopeful.)

(Cut to the edge of the jungle. The growth is far less dense here - no need to hack through anything. Peter, Davy, and Micky search for dark openings.)

Peter: There has to be one here somewhere. I know we're close to the base of the mountains. I can seem them looming ahead of us.

Davy: *nods* It's probably staring us right in the face, too...

Peter: I wish we had the other half of the map...or the girls, for that matter. (Quietly) I miss Valerie so much. (Smiles) Micky, weren't you telling me you were going to ask Lauren to marry you? Have you done that yet?

Micky: *sly grin* I asked her last week. *nods* She said yes.

Davy: *sighs* That's wonderful, mate.

Peter: That's so sweet!

Peter: (Grins at Davy) Now, when are you going to ask Daphne?

Davy: *shrugs* I don't know.

Micky: *slight frown* Davy...

Davy: I do love Daph, but I'm afraid she'd say no.

Peter: Why? It's obvious you two are crazy about each other.

Davy: Well... *looks at Micky*

Micky: Don't look at me like that! It's your problem! I just happened to stumble across it! It isn't like Peter's gonna blab it to the world. Just tell him!

Davy: I'm a bit of a mooch.

Peter: What do you mean?

Micky: A BIT!? *rolls his eyes* Sorry...

Davy: Most of what I own was bought by various girlfriends and given to me as gifts.

Peter: (Eyes widen) Oh, dear. No wonder you can live in that apartment and not work.

Davy: I didn't realize that's what I was doing at first, but it grew. The girls, for the most part, didn't seem to mind. Most all of them have remained friends, but it's just snowballed. I don't want Daphne to think I only love her for her money, which she doesn't have much of.

Peter: If she really loves you, Davy, I'm sure she'll understand. You just have to explain it the right way...huh? (He leans against a mossy rock...and is surprised when he feels something else under it) What's this? (He pulls at the moss and vines) Guys, help me here!

Davy: What... *goes to Peter*

Micky: *goes over as well* You found something?

Peter: It looks like... (He manages to get enough moss away to reveal what looks like a large tunnel or cave) It's looks like a cave of some sort. The moss was blocking it.

(The three Monkees pull and tug at the vines.)

Peter: Micky, do you have something that could cut through these vines faster?

Micky: *pulls what looks like a Swiss army knife from his jumpsuit* You bet I do.

Peter: (Pulls away from the wall of vines) Be my guest, Micky. Have fun.

*Micky flips open the "knife," produces what looks like hedge clippers, and starts clipping.*

Peter: (Pulls away as the vines fly) Whoa!

(When Micky's finished, the vines are on the ground, revealing what is, indeed, the entrance to a very dark cave.)

Peter: (Peers in) Sure looks spooky. (Turns to the other two) I'm glad I have you with me.

Davy: The same goes for me, mate.

Micky: So...who goes first?

Peter: Micky, since you cut the vines, would you like to go first?

Micky: *voice raises a few octaves* Me? *gulps; normally* Um, okay, yeah, I'll go first.

*Micky starts carefully into the cave.*

Peter: (Comes up behind Micky with his flashlight and says into his ear) Boo!

*Micky yelps, jumping. He spins around, frowning at Peter."

Micky: Don't DO that!

Peter: I'm sorry, Micky! I never get to scare anyone!

Micky: *Puts a hand on his chest and takes a deep breath* It's okay, Peter. It fits the environment.

Peter: Do you think we'll ever find the end of this cave?

Davy: I hope so. I certainly don't want to spend the end of my life trapped in the same place as him. *jerks a thumb at Micky, grinning*

Micky: Ouch. Good one, Davy.

Peter: (Bursts into laughter) Oh, you two! I so missed you last year when...whoa! (He stops suddenly as we reach daylight) Yipes! There's no more cave! (He wobbles; Davy and Micky lunge for him.)

Micky: Peter!

Peter: Guys...we found the end of the cave. (He looks over his shoulder with a dazed grin) Just look at this!

*Davy and Micky appear next to Peter.*

(Peter moves...and the camera pans out to reveal a panoramic view of a tropical paradise. Lush jungles and fields thick with crops surround pyramids and towers that seem to be made of pure gold. They glitter in the waning sunlight. The beams sparkle off a massive waterfall directly opposite the boys. The two largest pyramids are also on opposite ends, one near the cave the boys came out of, the other near the base of the mountains that guard this oasis.)

Peter: Oh my god...

Davy: It's bloody fantastic.

*Micky just gawks, slack jawed.*

Peter: It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! (Looks at the others) Last one down's a rotten mango peel!

*Micky and Davy exchange looks, then run!*

(The camera follows the trio as they rush down the mountainside, following what appears to be a trail. They pass a wide, bubbling spring and huge open fields, small carriages and large fetters carried by men in pants, sandals, and loincloths. They hear what sounds like familiar laughter from inside the large carriage.)

Peter: (Frowns) Hey, I know those voices!

Davy: You don't suppose...

Peter: Let's follow that carriage! That sounds like Valerie!

(The camera follows them as they sneak along, trying to listen in the conversation in the carriage.)

Peter: I think they're saying something about how nice it was for the Queen Leaya to let them join in for lunch? (He raises his eyebrows) And help Lauren fix the Hydrosail Boat?

Micky: *eyes widen* What happened to the Hydrosail?

Peter: They're not saying. Damn it, I can't get close enough to really hear!

Peter: (Nods at the massive gold-covered palace before them) We're going to follow them there. That must be where they're keeping the girls.

Peter: (He ducks into the shadows) Follow me. I know how to stay in the shadow. It's a trick I picked up from...well, it's a trick I know.

Micky: Whatever you say, Peter.

(The camera focuses first on the litter. A tall, shapely woman in gold jewelry and tight clothes gets out first, helped by several men. The men next help out Lauren, then Valerie, then Daphne, then Emma. All look perfectly fine, and in fact, appear to be a bit cleaner than they were the last time we saw them. As they go inside, the camera cuts to Peter, Davy, and Micky emerging from the shadows to follow them.)

Peter: (Peers out from around a corner and waves to the other two) All clear. Come on.

(The three duck past a group of guards - women and men - in pants, tight shirts, sandals, gold jewelry, and loin cloths.)

Micky: Okay, the natives have odd fashion sense.

Davy: Micky, you have no say in odd fashion sense.

Peter: I thought I saw them go this way. (He waves them along again, melting into the shadows)

Davy: *to Micky* How does he DO that?

Micky: If I knew, I'd be able to do that, too.

(Cut to a large room. It looks like the throne room set from "The Three Monkee-Teers" and "The Play Is the Thing" with more gold and African tiki knick-knacks. The throne is the infamous "309" chair from "Royal Flush" covered with golden upholstery. The Queen sits sideways on it, her legs hanging off of one side. Valerie sits on the smaller throne to her right. The other girls all sit on chairs around them.)

Peter: (As he emerges from the shadows) What IS going on?

Micky: This is so strange.

Valerie: (As we cut back to the women, we see they're all drinking tea) Thank you, your majesty. You've done so much for us already...

Queen: Please, call me Leaya. We're friends now, mate.

Peter: (Eyes widen) No offense, Davy, but they sound rather like you...like Brits!

Davy: Amazing...

Emma: Where did you learn your remarkable command of the English language?

Queen Leaya: Oh, we've had the occasional hunter or trader here. Some explorers have remained for years. They find us fascinating...and they teach us about the outside world. (She sets her cup down) As long as they don't give away the location, or at least not make it obvious, we can live in peace. (Frowns) I've heard about some of the things going on out there, and I'd rather my people stayed the hell out of it.

Valerie: I can't say I blame you there. When I hear about the things going on in Germany and Italy... (Sighs)

Emma: Do you really cover the people you hate in gold and...well...keep your men?

Queen Leaya: Yes, but we only do it to the very worst criminals, not to minor offenses or to war prisoners, and...want any? I got a couple of men laying around who might be appealin' to you.

Emma: Um, no, I'd rather concentrate on my career.

Valerie: Thank you, Leaya, but I'm not happy with my own man at the moment.

Lauren: I've got one of my own already, thanks.

Daphne: Well...nah, I'm all set.

Davy: *groans* Bloody scared me there.

Queen Leaya: See, that's one of the things I don't like about the outside world. All of this rot about only havin' one man. I have three or four...maybe five at last count...and they all make me very happy. In fact, I might go on the market for a few more.

Emma: Queen, we're running out of time in this part, so we need to come directly to the point.

*Micky starts to look like he's gonna sneeze, but sticks a finger under his nose.*

Davy: Oh Mick, that was a close one!

Peter: Micky, no!

Micky: Ugh. I think I might be allergic to some of the greenery. *Almost sneezes again, but holds a finger under his nose and leaves it*

Davy: No, no, no! Peter, we need to do something about him!

*Micky barely moves his finger to wipe his now watering eyes when he lets a VERY LOUD sneeze rip.*

Davy: Bloody hell.

Peter: Maybe no one hear us.

Queen Leaya: (Eyes dart up; jumps up from her seat as five guards rush into the area) What was that? Guards, grab those bloody intruders!

Peter: (As he, Micky, and Davy find spears in their faces) And maybe they did.

Micky: *puts his hands up* All I did was sneeze!

Valerie: Peter! (She turns to Queen Leaya) Leaya, these men are harmless! The blonde one's my boyfriend! I'm courting him!

Lauren: *runs over next* Oh, Mick, I KNEW I recognized that sneeze.

Daphne: Guys, you sure know how to make an entrance.

Queen Leaya: (She saunters over to them) My new friends here say they know you.

Peter: (Nods) Valerie is the light of my life.

Valerie: (Blushes) Oh Peter...

Micky: Lauren's my fiancee. *sniffs*

Daphne: And Davy's my boyfriend.

Queen Leaya: None of them are officially your mates?

Micky: Almost.

Peter: Well, not officially-officially, but...

*Lauren rolls her eyes.*

Valerie: No, and I'm getting tired of waiting for the familiar question.

Queen Leaya: (Turns to Lauren) You two have an agreement?

Lauren: *nods* Yes. *smiles* We're getting married in just under a month.

Queen Leaya: Then we'll honor your agreement. You will not have to fight for your man.

Emma: Fight for them?

Peter: (Gulps) Fight for us?

Davy: Excuse me?

Daphne: What do you mean?

Queen Leaya: Honey, you're property here. Men in agreements or marriage have some more rights, but right now...you belong to the tribe, and you're fair game. If these ladies here want you, they're gonna have to fight some of my girls for you. (Smirks at Davy) And I wouldn't be surprised if I had girls linin' up to fight them once they got a look at these two rather handsome faces!

Davy: *turns to Micky* Why couldn't I have a skillet face like yours?

Micky: *raises an eyebrow* I may have a skillet face, but at least I have some rights.

Queen Leaya: The fights will begin at noon tomorrow...hey, what’s that racket?

(Suddenly, we hear what sounds like gunfire. There's screaming and shuffling and clanging gold jewelry in the hall. When the din subsides, all we see at first is Mike with his hands raised as he stumbles into the room.)

Mike: Uh, hi everyone. We missed you at the cave entrance. (The camera finally pulls right to reveal that Pruitt, LeMarque, and the other gangsters are behind him. Pruitt pushes him ahead with a gun.) We all did.

(And we fade out on the shocked look on everyone's faces and the annoyance on Queen Leaya's.)