Ok...so, is everyone ready to find out what Shelia's up to? ;)

Micky: Definitely! :P

Mike: Would be nice. :p

Lauren: I don't like this one bit.

Peter: I hope it isn't anything too nasty. :(

Davy: Me eithah, Lauren. :p

*We open in the movie theater basement. Alex is now dressed in black jeans & a tight, short-sleeve black t-shirt. He & Shelia are discussing what to "do" with the neighborhood.*

Alex: Milady, it's after midnight. NOW can I have a night on the town? *smirks* ;)

Shelia: Of course. Have fun. We want the...others...to know you're out there. ;)

Alex: Of course. Might as well show them what I'm capable of. Would you like to watch first-hand? ;)

Shelia: (Smiles demurely) Why, I'd be flattered to join such a handsome man, luv. ;)

Alex: Excellent! I'm gonna show you that you made the RIGHT choice, Milady. *grins; surrounds them in a black light; they disappear*

*The two reappear on Beachwood, standing on the sidewalk. Several street light illuminate the road.*

Alex: *shakes his head* Lookit this. All these annoying lights...

Shelia: Perhaps we should eliminate them. It would be far easier to do our work in the cover of darkness. ;)

Alex: My thoughts exactly. ;)

*Alex holds out a hand at one of the lights. A bolt of black light hits the light, shattering it.*

Alex: *laughs coldly* That was fun.

Shelia: Quite nice, luv. ;)

Shelia: Now, was there any particular place you wished to start with? ;) >:)

Alex: Now I'm rather glad there's so many. *strikes another light*

Alex: *smirks* Why not start with the obvious? Lets go to that ramshackle beach house. ;) >:)

Alex: We can start AND end there. ;)

Shelia: (Grins wickedly) Ahh, yes. Do what you wish to the house...but do NOT, under any circumstances, harm the occupants, especially Michael Nesmith.

Alex: Anything you wish, Milady. Matter of fact, I know exactly what to start with. I know how to hurt Nesmith WITHOUT physically damaging him. ;) >:)

Shelia: Do tell. ;) :D

Alex: The MonkeeMobile. The thing is practically his REAL first child. ;)

Shelia: Oh, yes, his car. He WAS quite concerned about it when his other half had it in January. ;)

Alex: Now, it's time to make him even more concerned. ;)

Shelia: And YOUR other half wanted it last March when I first...employed...him. ;)

Alex: And now I want it, but not in the way of possession. ;) Let’s go take a look at said vehicle, shall we? ;) >:)

Shelia: Yes, let's. ;)

Alex: Allow me. *The black light surrounds them once again. The reappear in the garage off the beach house, standing next to the MonkeeMobile.*

Alex: It is a fine piece of machinery, isn't it? ;)

Shelia: (Nods) Hmmm. No wonder they're so fond of it. (Runs her fingers over the car's hood) It IS quite a fine machine. ;) :D

Alex: Too bad it ain't gonna stay this way for long. Now, should I do this the easy way, or... *makes a sledge hammer appear in his hands* the hard way? I'd be more than happy to mute the sound if we choose the hard way. ;)

Shelia: Whatever you wish, luv. After all, you know this lovely machine better than I do. ;)

Alex: *raises the sledge hammer* The hard way, it is! *brings the hammer down full force on the windshield, shattering it all over the front seats* Oh, I DID enjoy that! >:) :D

Alex: *walks around to the front of the car; runs a hand over the hood* I think I'm gonna have TOO much fun with this...

(Something stirs outside of the garage; the sound of someone grunting and muttering is heard.)

Shelia: (Frowns) Better have fun quick, darling. I think we've been spotted. :p

*Alex raises the hammer & brings it down on the hood.*

Alex: What? Already? Damn... *brings the hammer down again* :P

*Alex walks around the car, swinging the hammer into the doors & the rear fender.*

(A shadow wanders in, carrying a cup of coffee. It's muttering about not being able to sleep and how working on the car will clear his head.)

Shelia: Oh, my...(disappears in a muted black light)

*Alex leans on the sledgehammer, casually.*

Mike: (As he enters) Man, damn nightmares, always wake me up at the wrong time...(frowns as he sees Alex)...hey, Mick, what are you doing? (Eyes widen at the dents and the destroyed windshield) What the HELL did you do to the MonkeeMobile? YOU'RE gonna pay for that, you know! :p X(

Alex: I thought it needed some detailing. ;) :P

Mike: "Detailing," my rear end! Look what you've DONE to her! (Puts the coffee cup down on a work bench and runs his fingers across the dented driver's side doors) Oh, man, baby, you're hurtin' real bad. (Glares angrily at Alex) Micky, why?

Alex: Why? *shrugs* Why not? *picks up the hammer & swings it into the front bumper*

Mike: No! Don't! (Grabs Alex's arms before he can swing again) Stop! You've worked just as hard on her as I have, Mick! Why are you wreckin' her?

Alex: *shrugs Mike off of him* But who HAS her, huh? I never drive her anymore. She's yours. THAT'S what bothers me! *swings & shatters the passenger side headlight*

Mike: (Growls) Mick, leave her alone! If you want to drive her, I'll loan her to you! You've just gotta ASK, not wreck her! X(

Alex: *shakes his head & sighs* Nahhh, this is more fun. *goes to the rear & takes out the taillights*

Mike: Stop! Knock it off! (He grabs Alex's back and drags him away from the MonkeeMobile) God DAMN it, Mick, you KNOW what I'll do if I get pissed! :p X(

Alex: *glares at Mike* Yeah? *motions to the sledge hammer* But who's got the weapon? ;) :P >:)

Mike: (Dark blue light - the broadsword appears) Oh, you wanna play that way, Mick, huh? I can play that way. X(

Alex: *wide grin* Ohhh, now you wanna have some fun, huh? All right, I'll amuse you for a little while. ;)

Mike: What's gotten IN to you, Mick? (Narrows his eyes) Has that bitch been making promises to you again? You KNOW better than to listen to her! X( :p

Alex: Oh, of course, I do! You don't like that I'm not my usual "zany" self? You don't feel "in control," is it? :P

Mike: Mick, you're my friend. This isn't you. There's somethin' wrong. You care as much about this car as I do.

Alex: *makes a face* Too bad. *disappears in muted "dark" light* ;) >:)

Mike: (Looks around, still angry) Mick? Micky Dolenz, get back here this minute! I ain't done yet! (Mike lets out a frustrated growl. His sword disappears, and he slams his hand on his workbench in frustration.)

Mike: DAMN IT! MY CAR! LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO HER! (Runs his fingers over the MonkeeMobile's damaged hood) Oh, baby... :( :((

*Alex & Shelia reappear on the sidewalk, Alex laughing evilly.*

Alex: That was fun! >:) :D

Shelia: (Narrows her eyes) You didn't...harm...Michael, did you? :p

Alex: The look on Nesmith's face... *shakes his head* No physical harm, like I said. Just a little mental anguish, Milady. ;)

Shelia: (Nods) Very good. I don't want him damaged physically. (Smirks) It would be difficult to make love with him if he was. ;) :X

Alex: *makes a face* Do what you want with him. Just don't TELL me about it. :P Anyway... *looks around the neighborhood* There are some definite possibilities around here. *stops, looking at one house in particular* Mr. Bennett's house...

Shelia: The old musician?

Alex: *nods* Yeah. Hmm. What kinda damage can I do to his property?

Shelia: And, if memory serves me right, mentor to the Bard.

Alex: You got it, Milady.

Shelia: I'm going to leave the damage up to you, Alex. This is YOUR night out. ;) >:)

Alex: Well, you know, I really enjoyed shattering glass back there. I think I'll do it again. *makes a bat appear, along with a ball of black light* How about a little baseball? ;)

Shelia: I'm afraid I never picked up the game. (Grins) That doesn't mean you can't have a bit of fun with it, though. ;)

Alex: Damn right. *points to a second floor window* His bedroom's up there. Take out that window & he'll be awake for the rest of the show. ;)

Shelia: I'd love to see you do it. ;)

*Alex stabilizes the ball of light & swings the bat into it. The light ball sails through the aforementioned window, shattering it. After a few moments, the light comes on in the room & a figure stands in front of the window.*

Alex: Home run! *cheers* :D ;) >:)

Bennett: (From inside) What in the HELL...damn kids... (opens the window) Who's playing baseball at this hour? (Frowns at the figure he sees below) Huh? Micky? Son, shouldn't you be at home? (Sees the bat; his eyes widen) But, why...

*Alex makes another light ball appear & stabilizes it. He swings the bat, sailing the ball through a first floor window.*

Alex: Awe, dribbler up the third base line! :P

(Bennett runs downstairs and finally comes out the front door, glaring at Micky as best he can in the dark.)

Bennett: Micky, what are you DOING? Why aren't you home with Lauren? Who's that woman?

Shelia: I rather think that old coot asks too many questions. :p

ALex: *nods* I'll say.

*Alex sends one more light ball through another second floor window.*

Bennett: (Narrows his eyes) Micky, it's late. I don't know why you're doing what you're doing, but I'd thank you to stop it, or YOU will be paying for the damages. :p X(

*Alex smirks... then sends one last light ball through a first floor window.*

Bennett: Micky, I won't call the police...but there are others in this neighborhood who would LOVE to see you and your friends in jail. I'd suggest you stop whatever prank you're pulling and go home to Lauren, before she does more damage to you than the cops could, anyway. :p

Alex: *turns away, ignoring Bennett* Milady, my work here is done. Let’s move on. ;) >:)

Shelia: Where to next, Alex luv? ;)

(Bennett returns inside, looking thoughtful...and worried.)

Alex: Why don't we just work our way down the street? ;) >:)

Shelia: I know what's at the end of the street you could have LOTS of fun with. ;)

Alex: *grins knowingly* Do tell... ;)

Shelia: The Bard and his bride the Aristocrat just moved into the Montgomery House, the home Uncle I bought when we first came here. The Aristocrat just oversaw it's renovation. Perhaps we could...unrenovate it? ;) >:)

Alex: I do love the way you think, Milady. That sounds like fun! ;) >:)

*We fade out on the two walking down the sidewalk... & fade in on Micky & Lauren's house. Both are asleep, except Lauren is tossing & turning.*

Lauren: *finally wakes up & looks over at Micky* What the heck? Mick? Hey, sleepyhead... *nudges him*

Micky: Huh? Wha...(turns over and starts snoring again ;) I-) )

Lauren: Oh, c'mon, Mick. I've got this really bad feeling! :P

Micky: Oh, that's nice...

*Lauren frowns, & starts patting his arm, to make sure he's "really there."* ;)

Micky: (Pulls her arms around him) Don't stop that, feels nice... ;) :X

Lauren: Oh, Mick, geez. I've got this odd feeling! :P

Micky: (Gets on his elbow and frowns) Odd feeling?

Lauren: I don't know what it is. *gulps* Something doesn't feel right. I can't put my finger on it, though.

Micky: What's wrong, babe? What doesn't feel right?

Lauren: *frowns again* ...You. :( :P

Micky: ME? :-/

Lauren: I don't know why. *pauses* Waitaminute, when you were putting on your light show earlier, your light was back to normal blue again.

Micky: (Nods as enthusiastically he can at midnight) Yeah, isn't it wonderful? I wonder how it happened? Maybe Ursula did it! :D

Lauren: *tries to smile* Yeah, maybe...

Lauren: *shakes her head* It just seems there's more to it than that. I just can't figure out WHAT. :-/

Micky: (Yawns) Still having stomachaches? I know I have.

Lauren: Yeah. I don't know which bothers me more, now...

Micky: (Snuggles closer to her) Wish I knew where Shelia was hidin' now. Then we could get the goods on her. ;)

Lauren: *sighs* Well, that'd put my mind at ease, and my stomach, for that matter. ;)

Micky: (Leans over and whispers into her ear) Hey, babe, I know how I can make your stomach feel better. ;) :X

Lauren: *grins* Yeah? Right now, I'd really like that. ;) :x O:-)

Micky: Good. So would I. ;) :x O:-)