(Ursula glows bright red in Shelia's hands.)
Shelia: What ARE you doing?
Ursula: Just turning on my "defense mechanism," sister dear. ;)
Davy: Wot's goin' on?
Alex: None of your business, squirt. *smirks* :P ;)
(Davy glares at Alex and, as Shelia and Alex have relaxed their hold on him, tries to struggle to his feet.)
(Ursula gets brighter and brighter, blinking again.)
Shelia: *eyes widen* If you're trying to scare me...
Ursula: You might say that. ;)
(Ursula keeps blinking.)
Davy: Ursula, are you all right?
Ursula: Oh, I'm just fine, David. ;)
Alex: I don't like the way she said that.
(Ursula finally turns fire-engine red...and Shelia lets out a screech.)
*Shelia drops Ursula back on her crystal pedestal & waves her hands in the air.*
Shelia: Dammit! Burned my hands! :P X-(
Ursula: Serves you right! (There's the sound of someone blowing a raspberry coming from Ursula. ;) )
(Davy grins. :D)
Shelia: *growls, still waving her hands* Fine, then. We'll just have to take just him *points at Davy* with us! X-(
Ursula: DON'T YOU DARE!
Davy: (Narrows his eyes) I ain't goin'. Not wit' you. :p
Shelia: Oh, no?
*Alex grins & goes after Davy again from behind.*
Davy: (Looks around for Alex) Where did he...(he stumbles back when Alex grabs him)
Alex: Me again! :P >:)
Davy: Let me go!
Ursula: Let him alone, clone! X(
Alex: The name's ALEX! *sends off a black light on Ursula to muddle her* >:)
Ursula: (The red light dulls to soft blue) No...
Davy: No! Stop! (He struggles weakly)
Shelia: *smirks* Excellent! >:)
Ursula: (Groans) Shelia, please, let the boy go.
Shelia: No chance, dear sister. :P
Davy: I'm not going to collect anything for you, Devil Woman. X( :p
Alex: *sneers* You won't be a collector, Davy. ;) >:)
Shelia: I have OTHER plans for you. ;)
Davy: (Narrows his eyes) Wot plans?
Ursula: Julia....
Shelia: *as Alex holds Davy; walks up to Davy* You'd make an excellent slave. *smirks; presses her fingertips to his temples*
Davy: Me? I thought it was Mike you wanted in bed. :p
Shelia: What, I can only have one? *begins to rub his temples*
Davy: No....(but his eyes are glazing over)
Ursula: No, Julia!
Shelia: Yes... *continues to rub until Davy pants & slouches; Alex now holds him under his arms*
Alex: *grins* Much better.
Ursula: Julia, please, let him and the others alone. It's me you want. It's me you've always wanted.
Shelia: I only wanted you at first, but since I've seen what the others are capable of, they ARE of interest to me and I intend on GETTING them one way or another. >:)
Ursula: You know I won't let you.
Shelia: Now, now, dear sister, you don’t have much of a choice in the matter right now. *to Alex* Muddle her more. Leave her so confused, she won't be able to contact the others for a nice long while. ;) >:)
Davy: No, Ursula...
Alex: *nods* Gladly, Milady! *sends off another black light on Ursula. This one remains on her*
Ursula: Julia, stop this! Julia! (But her lights becomes softer and softer)
Davy: Oh, no... :(
*The black light fades, leaving Ursula completely dulled and no longer lit. Alex smirks.*
Davy: (Groans under Alex's arms) Ursula, no!
Shelia: Very good, Alex. I think you deserve a reward. ;)
Alex: Yeah? ;)
(Davy looks from Shelia to Alex, worried and curious.)
Shelia: Why don't we find out what you're capable of with our little friend here? ;) >:)
Davy: Wot? Me? :( :o
Alex: *wide grin* Yeah? All right! ;) >:)
Davy: (Tries to pull away) No, don't 'urt me!
Alex: (Grins at Davy) Hey, where ya goin'? ;)
Shelia: I'll leave him to you. Bring him along when you're finished. *a black light envelopes her & she disappears*
(Davy helplessly turns his gaze to Ursula, but she is dark and remains so.)
Alex: I'm gonna have some fun...
Davy: I know wot your idea of "fun" is. I saw wot you did to Beachwood last night. It 'ad to be you. I knew Mick would nevah do somethin' like that.
Alex: *smirks* Of course, he wouldn't. He's too *makes a face; spats* nice! Now, as for you, I've gotta think of something really good. Not like what I did to the neighborhood. I was merely playing when I did THAT. *thinks* ;) >:)
Davy: That's your idea of playin’? Do you know all the damage you did? Mike got so angry, 'e muted Micky before 'e even 'ad a chance to explain it weren't 'im who wrecked the cah!
Alex: Really? Oh, I wish I could've been there for that! ;)
(Davy squirms weakly under Alex's arms.)
Alex: I need to do something to you that'll hurt you more than mere physical pain. *a grin begins to grow; tugs Davy up* I've got JUST the thing!
Davy: (Makes a face) I'm almost afraid to ask. :p
*Alex drags Davy up, then concentrates on the crystal couch. The couch beckons a table of sorts, with straps for wrists & ankles. Alex drags Davy over to it, puts him on the table, and straps him down.*
Alex: Now, *taps his chin* I need just the right torture...
Davy: You're Mick's double, all right. You watch mad scientist movies, too. :p
Alex: Who doesn't? ;) Anyway, you're breaking my concentration! :P
Davy: Good. :p
Alex: *angry look; leans over Davy & grasps his chin in one hand, then grins evilly* You're still rather proud of your looks, aren't you? That's one weakness of yours. >:)
Davy: (Eyes widen) Wot..wot are you gonna do? :o
Alex: Judging from the look on your face, you've already figured that out. This won't hurt...much. ;) :P
Davy: WOT??? :o
Alex: You've worked in stables, you're something of a cowboy... *makes a spur appear in his hand* ...you know what this is.
Davy: And I prefer it on me ankle. :p
Alex: Oh, but you KNOW that's not what I'm gonna use this for. *leans his forearms on the table, playing with the spur over Davy* Now, let’s see, where do I want to use this on you *points it at Davy's head* Could use it on your face...
Davy: Um, could you make it somewhere that's NOT important? :p :o
Alex: *grins evilly & lecherously* Why not? ;) >:)
(Davy tries to squirm, but the crystal chains and straps are, well, literally rock solid. ;) )
Alex: Ehh, I don't swing that way, anyway. *pauses* Could use this on your chest, arms, legs...
Davy: Your owner's gonna get awfuly upset if you damage a future slave. ;) :p
Alex: I'm not gonna damage THAT part. ;) :P
Davy: (Rolls his eyes) Well, that's a relief. ;) :p
Alex: *snorts* Not that you're all that great, anyway. ;) :P *stands straight* I could just use this all over the place. ;) >:)
Davy: I'd say all ovah the cave would be good. You could come back to me in, oh, two or three yeahs. ;)
Alex: Oh, you are fun-NY! *glares point blank at Davy* I think I'm ready to have some fun. :P >:)
Davy: (Gulps and pulls back) I don't think I am. :o
Alex: Too bad. *grins*
*Alex leans towards Davy's head & presses on tip of the spur lightly against Davy's skin, just below the temple. He drags the tip down to his cheek, drawing a very minor trickle of blood. He stands & admires his handiwork.*
(Davy cringes.)
Alex: Not bad. You're starting to look better already. :P
Davy: Bettah than you look, anyway. ;)
Alex: I don't know, Dave. *smirks* Lauren might say otherwise. *waggles his eyebrows, then rolls up Davy's left sleeve*
Davy: I already 'ad me shots, thank you. ;) :p
Alex: Well, this ain't a shot. *presses the tip to the top of Davy's left arm, just below the elbow. He drags it all the way to just before his wrist, again drawing a minor trickle of blood.*
(Davy cringes again.)
Alex: *shakes his head* You're not screaming! You're no fun! :P
Davy: If you're tryin' to give me tattoos for the pirate musical, I could just draw them on wit' makeup. :p
Alex: I don't care about your little pirate musical. I'm trying to torture you here! :P
Davy: Maybe I'm toughah than I look. ;) :p
Alex: Maybe. *opens Davy's shirt* Let’s see, now. *uses an index finger to trace lines in the air, deciding which direction to drag the spur*
Davy: 'Ow 'bout north by northwest? Worked for Cary Grant. ;)
Alex: *glares again* Ehhh, maybe next time. *again presses the spur to his skin; he drags it, making a rough line from Davy's right shoulder to the middle of his chest, drawing a little more blood this time* >:)
Davy: Owwwww.... (cringes and groans) Great, now I'll nevah ‘ave 'air on me chest. :p ;)
Alex: There we go! Now you're getting it! *laughs*
Davy: Wot, you don't want me to ‘ave 'air on me chest? ;)
Alex: You are rather bare in that department, aren't ya? :P ;)
Davy: No kiddin'. :p
Alex: *moves to Davy's head again* Back to your pretty little mug. *snorts*
Davy: (Eyes widen) Now, Alex, don't do nuthin' rash. Shelia don't want 'er slaves damaged.
Alex: I think she'll forgive me. ;) *presses the spur to Davy's forehead & drags it lightly, again drawing a light trickle of blood* And, remember, forehead wounds, even minor cuts, bleed the worst. *grins at him* :P
Davy: (Groans and winces) Well, that ain't ketchup on my forehead. :p
Alex: No, it isn't. *smirks* Oh, you DO look lovely. *makes a handheld mirror appear & holds it so Davy can see his reflection* Whadaya think? ;) :P >:)
Davy: Not bad, if you're tryin' out for a Hammer Studios Dracula pictah. (He lays back down and groans again.)
Alex: But you aren't. So, think Daph would still go for you? *smirks*
Davy: She don't care wot I look like!
Alex: You sure about that, Dave?
(Davy winces when he moves the cuts on his forehead.)
Davy: I...
Alex: You aren't, are you?
Davy: Maybe you cahn't understand the feelin', bein' created by the devil, but we love each othah.
Alex: So looks don't matter? Isn't that sweet. *gags* :P
Davy: Not wit' us. I care about that girl. She's got a tempah to beat the band, but she's a lot of fun to be around.
Alex: *rolls his eyes* Well, la dee DA! :P ;)
Davy: (Turns away from Alex, his eyes troubled) I love 'er. I've nevah loved any girl like this before. I don't want 'er 'urt.
Alex: But you're scared of her, in a way, at the same time.
Davy: She's a smaht girl. Went to college before she joined the Abbies. Wot am I? I nevah even finished school in Manchestah. All I evah 'ad was me ridin' and my singin' and dancin'.
Alex: That ain't much. *snorts* Why would she want you? She knows you ran around with girls. Why does she think that you're gonna act differently towards her? She oughta go find a guy who DESERVES her!
(Davy only looks away. A single tear runs down his cheek.)
Davy: I don't deserve 'er...
Alex: And that hurts you more than what I just did to you. *smirks*
Davy: "Lord of the Manah." Some lord I am. I couldn't even save a crystal from bein' 'urt.
Alex: No, you couldn't, Dave. Your friends are gonna be kinda mad, don'tcha think?
Davy: They're more mad at Mike than anythin' else right now. Speakin' of tempahs to beat the band... :p
Alex: And now he's gonna have to worry about getting you back in one piece. ;) :P
Davy: 'E's got Em to worry about, too. Her baby is almost a month overdue and she's been drivin' 'im crackahs.
Alex: *unsympathetic* Awe. :P
Davy: (Looks up at Alex) Shelia's aftah Em's kid, too. She wants 'er more than she even wanted the twins in some ways. She did somethin' to Em's 'ead that scahed 'er shitless.
Alex: Oh, I'm well aware of all of that. ;)
Davy: (Gulps) I...I don't want them worryin' bout me. I'm not some kid. Especially Mike. 'E's like the oldah brothah I nevah 'ad. Mike and Em 'ave been so good to me, lettin' me stay at the Pad and all.
Alex: Charity case. That's what you are.
Davy: (Tears start to fall) No, I'm not...
Alex: Yes, you are. They feel bad for you because you're afraid of commitment. They've probably made bets on when you'll find a new girl to replace Daphne. :P
Davy: (Smiles vaguely) It's been more than a yeah since I've dated someone else. New record for me. ;)
Alex: Doesn't mean that you won't, though. You're not ready to settle down & you're afraid. Scared out of your mind!
Davy: No, I'm not ready. Daph undahstands that.
Alex: Does she understand? Or is she just pitying you?
Davy: (Softly; turns away again) I thought she did.
Alex: You don't have a clue.
Davy: No, I guess I don't.
Alex: *smirks* Time to go, buddy-boy. I've had my fun, watching you have a mental breakdown. ;) >:) :P
Davy: Where are we goin'?
Alex: Back to our place of operation. We're gonna take the *grins* expressway.
(Davy nods, then turns away again, sobbing.)
Alex: Shelia's coming up with a plan to get the rest of your friends. That, and I'm dying for a chance at Micky. ;)
(Grins) Time to vacate.
Davy: No, please...(sobs)
*Alex releases Davy from the table, pulling him up. He turns the table back into a couch. The two disappear in a black light as we fade out on the cave and fade in on Lauren & Micky's house. Micky is sprawled out on the well-worn couch, while Lauren makes an attempt at cleaning the living room.*
Lauren: *sighs* I don't know who makes the worse mess, the twins, or you. *turns to Micky & goes over to him* Sorry I couldn't figure out how to restore your voice. :P
(Micky makes a face and shrugs.)
Lauren: Mike should've at least let you explain that it wasn't you. :P
(Micky grits his teeth and nods.)
Lauren: I wonder what Shelia's up to this time? You don't suppose one of your doubles actually did all that damage, do you? :-/
(Micky shrugs again.)
Lauren: I still don't know why I had that feeling last night. I never had that before.
(Micky picks up a pillow and pulls his hand down the middle of it as if it's being cut.)
Lauren: Split? But, how? *eyes widen* You don't suppose...
(Micky throws Lauren a comic book on the couch with a picture of a mad scientist, a beautiful woman, and a huge machine with a laser gun on it.)
Lauren: You're kidding. *tosses the comic on the table* What about Mendrek's disappearing trick? That was the only time Shelia was near enough to you...
(Micky nods enthusastically and makes the pillow disappear in a small blue light.)
Lauren: You were only gone for a few seconds.
(He shrugs again.)
Lauren: That doesn't make sense. *props her chin in her hands* I didn't FEEL the split, either.
(Micky nods.)
Lauren: I'm lost. :P
(He raises his eyebrows at the cover of the comic books and points to the title - "The Making of the Clone of Darkness.")
Lauren: A clone? Well, that would explain why I didn't feel it, but still, something like that would take longer than a few seconds, wouldn't it?
(Micky looks thoughtful.)
Lauren: What?
(He scratches his head, trying to remember what happened to him and how a clone could have been created.)
Lauren: Shelia would've needed more time. Not to mention she never left the stage. :-/
(Micky scratches his head...then, he grins. He runs upstairs and comes back down with a clock, which he shows to Lauren.)
Lauren: A clock?
(Micky grabs the key in the back and stops the clock. ;) )
Lauren: *jaw drops* She stopped time! :-O
(Micky nods wildly.)
Lauren: Holy crap! So, when Mendrek made you disappear, Shelia stopped time & used the opportunity to make a clone of you.
(Micky's eyes brighten, and he nods.)
Lauren: Damn. :P
(Micky points at the comic book, then indicates the street, making a face. :p)
Lauren: *nods* And Shelia sent the clone out to cause damage & make everyone think you did it. :P
(Micky nods. He grabs a feather duster and "whacks" at one of little Mick's toy cars with it.)
Lauren: And the clone beat the crap out of the MonkeeMobile. *sighs* Oh, man...
(Micky nods again. He tosses the feather duster on a table and plops back on the couch.)
Lauren: But wouldn't a clone be an EXACT copy, personality & all? This one has to have been turned evil.
(Micky makes a face and points to the beautiful woman on the comic book cover, then makes "horns" with his fingers. :p)
Lauren: Shelia...
(He lays down and puts his hand on his chest, trying to look confused.)
Lauren: Muddled?
(He grabs her, kisses her, and rubs her chest under her heart. ;) )
Lauren: I thought we were still on Charades. ;) (Eyes widen) Shelia turned the clone evil by doing something to his soul!
(Micky nods again.)
Lauren: Wow...waitaminute. You saw that? :P
(Micky scratches his head...then his eyes brighten again and he nods. :p )
Lauren: Ewww...
(He rubs his own head, just far enough from the temples so he doesn't muddle himself.)
Lauren: She muddled you...
(Micky nods and indicates the word "memory" on the comic book. He makes the word disappear.)
Lauren: Shelia muddled you to make you forget what happened to you after disappearing & before reappearing!
(Micky nods wildly again.)
Lauren: Geez... :P
(Micky makes a face and flops down on the couch again. :p)
Lauren: *frowns* That's awful. *pauses* We should tell the others.
(Micky nods.)
Lauren: *nods* I'll call Em. Hopefully, she can drag Mike over here. *gets up & goes over to the phone; picks up the receiver & dials*
Emma: (Rather weary) Hello, Nesmith/Jones residence.
Lauren: Hey, Em, it's me. Good news, I'm pretty good at Charades. *grins slightly*
Emma: That's nice to know. :p ;)
(Micky grins. ;) :D)
Emma: Did you get Micky talking?
Lauren: No, I couldn't, but we did, um, talk & I think we've figured out what happened & why everyone thinks it was Micky who tore up the neighborhood. Can you get Mike over here? We’ll get everyone else.
Emma: Mike's in the garage, trying to figure out if he can fix the MonkeeMobile instead of taking her to the garage. Davy's out at the cave, talking to Ursula.
Lauren: It's pretty important.
Emma: You could probably contact Davy and the others on their communicators. I'll get Mike inside and see if I could blue-light him over here. And yes, I'll make him promise NOT to kill your husband before he hears the full explaination. ;)
Lauren: Thanks, Em. I appreciate that.
(Micky's eyes widen. :o )
Lauren: It's okay, Mick. We won't let him hurt you. ;)
(Micky pulls his hand across his forehead in a "whew" gesture. ;) #:-S )
Lauren: *smiles* Okay, I'll get a hold of the others & we'll converge here.
Emma: Right. I'll get Mike, and we'll be over here in a few minutes. :) (Puts the phone back on the cradle)
Lauren: *hangs up* Em's gonna work on Mike. I'm gonna get everyone else. I'll try Dave first. *pulls out her communicator & opens it*
(Micky nods and leans over her communicator.)
Lauren: That's funny. He isn't answering. :-/
(Micky looks concerned.)
Lauren: I'll try him again. *pushes some buttons* Still nothing. Hmm... maybe he's with Daphne... *pushes other buttons*
Daphne: (Groans) Hi, Lauren. I'm resting at home. I don't feel all that great. I've got this HUGE headache, and my chest's been burning, too. The other girls are visiting friends out of town.
Lauren: Hey, Daph. *makes a face* Sorry, to hear you aren’t feeling very well. *pauses* So, Davy isn't there?
Daphne: No, I assumed he was at the rehearsal for the show he's in.
Lauren: I just tried him on the communicator & he didn't answer.
(Micky's eyes widen. He indicates his forehead, then chest.)
Lauren: What, Mick?
(He puts his hand on Lauren's chest and concentrates. He then rubs her head, but not close enough to her temples to muddle her.)
Lauren: *quirks an eyebrow* Oh-kay... ;)
(Micky indicates Lauren's communicator, then puts a hand on his chest and makes "muddling" gestures. He gets down on his knees and tries to look like he's riding a horse.)
Lauren: Wait, you think Daph doesn't feel well because Davy’s missing? *realizes* Oh, crap, you don't think... :-O
(Micky nods, his face becoming worried. :o :( )
Daphne: Lauren? You there?
Lauren: Oh, shit. Daph, I think we've figured out why you feel so terrible. :P
Daphne: What?
Lauren: It could be because Shelia's gotten her hands on Davy. :P
Daphne: (Roars into the communicator) WHAT?! X(
Lauren: We're not positive, but it sounds about right. *pauses* Oh, no! Em said that Davy went to talk to Ursula! :-O
(Micky's eyes widen. :o )
Daphne: Oh, god, Davy! Do you think Ursula could be in danger, too? :o
Lauren: If Shelia found him at the cave, possibly. Ursula has her own defense mechanisms, but still... *makes a face*
Daphne: She can defend herself...but if Davy's muddled, he's going to have a harder time. :p :(
Lauren: We should go see Ursula. Maybe she knows what happened to him. *shakes her head* Man, I think I'M getting a headache from all of this. :P
Daphne: Where are you guys now?
Lauren: We're at the house, waiting for Em to bring Mike over. I was just gonna get Val & Peter... *pauses* Did you hear about what happened to Beachwood?
Daphne: Saw it on the news. Man, it was a real disaster area. Who would do something crazy like that to a street in some little suburb?
Lauren: We've figured out it has to do with Shelia and a clone of Micky. You feel up to meeting here with us? I was waiting to get everyone together before explaining.
Daphne: (Nods) I'm coming. I'll blue-light over there. I have to. The girls have the van. :p
Lauren: Okay, see you in a bit. I'm gonna call Val & Peter.
Daphne: See you! (Signs off)
Lauren: *signs off* Just gotta get Peter & Val... *pushes buttons*
(Micky leans over Lauren curiously.)
Valerie: (Over communicator) Hello? Who's there?
Lauren: Hey, Val. It's Lauren. :)
(There's the sound of things moving and sobbing in the background.)
Lauren: Um, should I ask what's going on?
Valerie: (A bit weary) Hi, Lauren. We're cleaning up after the mess that asshole vandal left last night. (She turns away as a voice his heard) Well, Peter, he is! He really tore up Beachwood, and you heard what Mike said he did to the MonkeeMobile! :p
Peter: (Wails) Silly string is jamming all of my instruments...even the piano Val's dad gave us! :((
Lauren: You're right, Val. I'm calling about that, actual. We think we've figured out what's going on. *frowns, overhearing Peter's wail* :(
Valerie: You know who did this?
Lauren: We're pretty sure. :P
(Micky nods.)
Valerie: Where are you guys?
Lauren: Our house. Everyone's headed over. I'm gonna explain everything when everyone gets here.
Valerie: We'll be there in a minute. (Signs off)
Lauren: *signs off also* They're all coming.
(There's a dark blue light. When it subsides, Emma and Mike appear in the living room. Emma looks worried. Mike still seems a bit upset.)
Mike: What's this all about?
Emma: Hi, guys. What's going on?
Lauren: I'll tell you as soon as everyone else gets here.
Mike: Micky, what have you done now? X(
Emma: (Glares at Mike) Mike, don't start.
*Micky sticks his tongue out at Mike. Lauren rolls her eyes.*
*Micky shakes his head.*
(Emma chuckles. Mike glares.)
Lauren: Guys, please, don't...
*Micky makes a face.* :P
Mike: Do you know how long it took for me to fix the hood and the side doors? And I'm STILL going to have to bring her in to Cardelli's to replace the missing glass! X(
*Micky shrugs, shaking his head.*
Mike: Look, Mick, maybe YOU ought to pay for the glass. You...or your double...took it out! X(
*MIcky shakes his head again.*
Mike: (Nods outside) How 'bout you and me take this outside, like men? X(
*Micky shrugs, grins, & flips off Mike.* ;) :P
Lauren: MICK!
Mike: That does it. (Grabs Micky by the collar and pulls him outside; As "Pleasant Valley Sunday" begins) Ok, boy. This is just you, me, our powers (narrows his eyes) and no rules.
*Micky nods, grinning, then sticks his tongue out again.*
*Micky throws a light ball at Mike, aiming to hit him square in the chest.*
(Mike disappears and the light goes right through him and fizzles into a small firework display.)
*Micky fumes & looks around for Mike to reappear.*
(Mike reappears on the roof. He puts a ball of dark blue light on the gutter, making it solid enough to "roll" down the gutter, towards Micky. ;) )
*Micky pauses, listening to the odd noise. His eyes narrow & he turns in time to see the dark blue light ball coming at him. He thinks fast & makes a golf club appear. He waits for it & mouths "Fore!" after he hits it, sending it out toward the beach.* ;)
(Mike glares and growls. He disappears and reappears on the ground, sending another dark blue ball of light to Micky's chest. :p )
*Micky's eyes widen, but he disappears just before he gets hit by the light ball. He appears at the top of the "wooden fortress" with something that looks like it should be a telescope, but Micky's aiming it at Mike like a weapon.*
(Mike looks around, wondering where Micky went. His eyes widen when they hit the fortress.)
*Micky shoots light balls from the "gun," which is acting like a machine gun.*
(Mike just barely ducks away from the oncoming "bullets" of light at a speed no human could manage.)
*Micky fumes again. He takes aim & shoots again.* X-(
(Mike starts making his own ball of light as the music ends and Emma, Lauren, Valerie, and Peter run outside.)
Lauren: Guys, knock it off! :P
Emma: (Growls) GUYS! :p X(
Peter: (Whimpers) Oh, no! :(
Valerie: What in the HELL are you two doing? :p
Mike: Provin' a point, Val.
*Micky sticks his tongue out, but then his eyes widen seeing the light ball.*
Peter: Mick, watch out! :o
Lauren: *covers her eyes* I can't look.
Emma: ROBERT MICHAEL NESMITH, DROP THAT BALL THIS INSTANT! X(
Mike: (Drops the "ball," which fizzles as it hits the ground) Huh?
*Micky runs the back of a hand over his forehead.* #:-S
Emma: (Runs to Mike) What are you guys doing out here? What if someone sees you using your powers? This is no time to play games! :p
Mike: Who's playin'?
Lauren: We could've avoided this lovely display if you could've WAITED two seconds for everyone else to get here. *turns a glare on Micky* Get over here, Mick! :P
Emma: Miiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeee......
Mike: Oh, man, am I in the doghouse. :p
Emma: In a manner of speaking. ;) :p
*Micky frowns, then disappears. He reappears next to Lauren, but he's glaring at Mike.*
Emma: First of all, Mike, you're giving Micky his voice back. That was uncalled for. X(
Mike: Em....
*Micky nods vehemently.*
Peter: Micky lost his voice?
Valerie: What's been going ON around here?
Lauren: We can go through all of this as soon as Mick gets his voice back, then HE can explain the whole damn thing. X-( :P
Emma: Honey, we're not going to get any answers until you give Micky his voice back.
Mike: Oh, all right. (Touches Micky's throat again. There's a dark blue light.)
Peter: You ok, Mick?
Micky: Finally! I'm better now.
Mike: Ok, Mick, what's goin' on?
Emma: And don't prattle on for years and years, either. ;)
Micky: Funny, Em. It could probably take that long, though. It IS a long explanation, but... *takes a breath* It started at the charity show & Mendrek's disappearing trick. Apparently, when he made me disappear, Shelia stopped time & made me end up...somewhere, I don't know, & she made a clone of me. THAT'S who tore up Beachwood & the MonkeeMobile!
(Everyone just looks at Micky like he's crazy.)
Peter: Wow... :o
Mike: A clone? Mick, what have you been readin'? :p
Micky: What? That isn't all, either.
Emma: I thought something seemed screwy about the whole setup with Mendrek. :p
Micky: It happened! *scratches his head* I wasn't supposed to remember what happened, but it's been coming back to me. Shelia had some weird machine that scanned me & created, well, another me, except that Shelia gave him her own personally created soul. *makes a face* I had to watch that. :P
Peter: She turned him evil, like she did Mike and Micky! :o
Valerie: Oh, god. :p
Micky: Exactly!
Mike: Shelia must have directed him to take out Beachwood. No wonder he knew where to find the MonkeeMobile. :p
Micky: Right! And, everyone would think that he was me. I think she and her...friend...have Davy, too.
Mike: (Eyes widen) Oh, shit, he went to Ursula's all alone. :p :o
Emma: That's right! :(
Peter: (Wails) Oh, no! Do you think they've hurt them? :(
Lauren: Daphne was feeling horrible. Does that answer it? :P
Mike: Yup. :p
Micky: Ursula had to have used her defense mechanisms, at least, so she should still be at the cave.
Valerie: But what about Davy?
Mike: If I know Shelia, he should NOT be at the cave. :p
Micky: We think they took him to wherever she's hiding out. *shrugs* I don't know where that is. :P
Mike: (Shakes his head) Neither Em nor I saw the outside of the place she took us to in January.
Emma: All we know is it's a remodeled old movie theater.
Micky: That narrows it down. *rolls his eyes* :P
Valerie: Maybe I could talk to my dad. We could do a little research, ask local companies if anyone's bought an older movie theater lately.
Lauren: Hey, I wonder what Mendrek knows about all of this?
Mike: Probably nuthin'.
Micky: *nods* The less, the better. :P
Peter: I'll bet Shelia's using him, like she used Ronnie. :(
Lauren: *nods* That would explain why his disappearing trick worked. He didn't have anything to do with it. :P
Micky: Unfortunately for me. :P
Mike: He can't do real magic, just cute tricks.
Peter: I like his tricks! :)
Valerie: I do, too, honey, but the point is, they aren't "tricks" like we can do.
Emma: I wonder how Shelia got to him?
Mike: Makin' promises, probably. :p
Micky: And you wanna make a bet he still doesn’t like us very much? :P
Valerie: What does he have against you guys?
Mike: We're younger than him, more popular...and now, can do better magic. :p
Peter: He doesn't like young people, except for his daughter. He doesn't understand them.
Micky: I think he’s a little bit jealous, too.
Mike: (Nods) We're got his old bookin' at the Club Carasco. (Makes a face) Not that it ended up doin' ANYONE any good, since we all lost that gig. The point is, the manager took our two-year-old rock and roll act over his 30-year-old magic act.
Emma: Shelia must have been using his jealousy of you guys and young people in general to get him to let her into his act. :p
Micky: Sounds about right to me. :P
(Daphne arrives at that point in the living room in a blue light, looking a bit pale and haggard.)
Daphne: Hi, guys. (Gulps) Davy's in trouble. I've felt light-headed all afternoon, and just before I came here, I felt like someone was dragging something sharp across my arm, chest, and forehead. (Shows them her left arm) As you can see, I'm fine, other than I'm losing my tan. :p ;)
Peter: Do you think Shelia's doing it? :(
Valerie: Wouldn't be surprised. :p
Micky: *eyes widen* Unless...
Emma: Unless, Mick... :-/
Micky: *gulps* I think my clone did something to Dave. *frowns*
Daphne: Your clone?
Micky: Uh, Reader's Digest version. Shelia made a clone of me when I disappeared during Mendrek's trick & he was sent out to Beachwood...& after Davy, too, apparently. *shrugs* Who better to torture Davy than his best friend? :P
Daphne: (Eyes widen) Oh, god...my poor Davy...
Mike: Micky, do I have your permission to tear your clone to puppy food when I get my paws on him? :p X(
Micky: *nods* Yes, you do! Just lemme have a small piece of him to make MYSELF feel better. X-( :(
Mike: Just tell me what part you like. I was always big on thighs myself. They're juicier. X(
Micky: Whatever you don't want. ;)
Peter: Guys, come on! Violence isn't going to save Davy or convince the cops that Micky had nothing to do with the attack on Beachwood! :(
Lauren: Peter's right, guys. :(
Emma: The cops are getting suspicious. They've been asking questions up and down Beachwood. Micky, they may end up here next...possibly with a warrant for your arrest. :(
Daphne: There's no proof!
Micky: *gulps* Man, we've gotta do something & fast!
Lauren: Most of the neighbors say they saw Micky. :P
Mike: (Nods) Daphne, there's at least twenty witnesses...and what's left of Beachwood. :p
Valerie: And something tells me the cops aren't going to buy the clone story. :p
Micky: I can only disappear & reappear, NOT make myself invisible. :( :P
Daphne: Isn't that Sergeant Nielson guy after Shelia?
Mike: Ain't nothin' to link her to the destruction. :p
Emma: She must have let the clone do everything. :p
Lauren: Damn her! X-(
Peter: Maybe we'd better talk to Ursula. She can feel Shelia. She might know what's going on.
Valerie: Or at least where to find Davy.
Micky: And a place where I can hide. :( :P
Daphne: What if they took Ursula, too?
Lauren: Isn't likely. Ursula's got defense mechanisms. ;)
Daphne: "Defense mechanisms?"
Emma: (Grins) She gets too hot to touch! I saw her do it when Delilah and her thugs were after me! :D
Mike: Didn't stop them from takin' her then.
Emma: But it might be enough to stop Shelia, at least for now. :)
Micky: Which means we oughta go find out if she is there or not.
Valerie: Besides, Shelia’s got other things on her mind than annoying her sister. :p
Daphne: (Growls) Like making love to my soulmate! X(
Micky: And doing who knows what with her new friend. :P
Emma: Let's get out of here. The cops may come around asking questions we really can't answer at this point. :p
Mike: Maybe we ought to find Mendrek and ask him a few questions, too.
Peter: He may know where Shelia is now.
Micky: Can't hurt to try.
Valerie: Let's make sure Ursula is all right first, though.
Lauren: Yeah.
Mike: Right.
Emma: Ok, guys. Let's go, before Nielson and his scratch force start scratching at the door. :p
Lauren: Yeah, I don't feel like reaching into our savings to bail out Micky. :P
Micky: And I don't feel like seeing the inside of a jail up close & personal! :P
Mike: And I don't feel like explainin' anythin' else weird to Nielson. :p (Everyone closes their eyes or concentrates. There's a blue light, and the entire group vanishes.)