Everyone ready for some serious rescuing? ;)

Mike: Hell yeah!

Micky: You bet!

Davy: I am.

(We open backstage at the Club Caprice. Mike, Lauren, and the boys are backstage in the dressing rooms.)

Mike: This is where you found it?

Micky: Yeah, it is.

Mike: (Groans) Yeah, I feel somethin'.

Davy: It's still 'ere.

Mike: No wonder the bands on stage were so sluggish. (Frowns) But what about the ones who don't come in here, or come late? Why have THEY been actin' like zombies?

Micky: Weird...

Mike: Em was right. There's another box around here somewhere.

(We hear the show start out on stage. The camera moves to Emma and Daphne, who sit in a table by the door.)

Emma: I'm worried now, Daph. Val never showed up.

Daphne: Something's happened. She wouldn't just not show up...

Emma: No one's been able to get a hold of her all morning. We're lucky Barbara Marion agreed to watch Jordan and Katie and Robbie.

Daphne: *nods* Yeah.

Emma: (Growl) Don't look now, but guess who decided to put in an appearance?

Daphne: Oh no...

(Sheila and Zelda, dressed a bit more casually in slacks and peasant blouses, stride into the room.)

Emma: (Flips open her communicator) Lauren? Lauren, Sheila and Zelda are here!

Lauren: *groans* Great. *muffled voice; then normal* I just told the guys.

Emma: You don't sound so good, honey.

Lauren: We found the box back here.

Emma: Oh shit. Maybe you could somehow cover it and get it out of there. It might help if Mick can study the crystals and see what's in them.

Lauren: We can't get close enough to it now.

Emma: There has to be a way to touch it without actually getting close to it...

Lauren: Well... Mick, where are you going? Mick just left the room. (Pause; then) Now he's back with a cane. He's got a hold of it...he pulled it out!

Emma: Good work!

Lauren: *sighs* He closed the lid. It isn't so draining closed. *whew*

Emma: Ok. The band's almost done. We need to keep an eye on Sheila. She and Zelda are still talking here.

Mike: (Over his communicator) We'll be out in a minute.

Emma: See you then. Just make sure you keep the box hidden. We can't let Sheila know that we have it.

Lauren: Mick just blue lighted it out of here. ;)

Emma: Ok, good. Get out here, then. We have to keep an eye on them.

(The camera cuts over to Sheila and Zelda as Lauren, Micky, and Mike head out to the girls' table and Davy goes on stage to introduce the next act.)

Sheila: Very good. Those machines you and Alex set up before the show the other night work beautifully.

Zelda: Don't they, though?

Sheila: This is the most souls we've gotten in years.

Zelda: And the number continues to grow.

Sheila: Where's Alex? I'd think he'd want to be here at his moment of triumph.

Zelda: He had a little something else he wanted to do.

Sheila: Working again?

Zelda: Yup.

Sheila: (Sighs) I'm glad he's making the money to pay for the repairs to his own explosions, but I hope this doesn't take him away from our work.

Zelda: Nah, he said it won't. Matter of fact, he said he's already gotten some ideas to use later.

Sheila: Excellent. (Smirks) And how's the Boss coming with our little guest?

(The camera shows Emma and Daphne straining to hear this part in the background.)

Zelda: He's doing fine.

Sheila: You two certainly seemed to enjoy her the other night.

Zelda: We had a bit of fun.

Sheila: We have to make sure she remains muddled. If she's able to think clearly, she may be able to restore the Boss.

Zelda: *nods* Right.

Sheila: I wonder if you have that capability too, Zelda. You ARE a clone of the Savage's soulmate.

Zelda: It's possible.

Sheila: (Looks at her watch) We have to get going. Alex will be home soon, and the Boss wants us to help him finish off the new batch of crystals.

Zelda: Okay.

(As Sheila and Zelda stand, the camera cuts back to Emma and Daphne. Mike, Micky, and Lauren join them as Sheila and Zelda leave.)

Emma: Guys, she's leaving!

Mike: (Nods) Right. (Turns to Micky) We'll leave with Dave as soon as the show's over.

Micky: Yeah. I wonder what they were talking about?

Mike: (Looks at Lauren) Follow them and find out.

Lauren: *grins* Gladly.

*Lauren heads off after the two devil women.*

(Micky's version of "I Don't Think You Know Me" begins as Sheila and Zelda climb into a small black and red sportscar and speed into LA, followed not-too-closely by Lauren in Rosemarie.)

*We see overhead views of the two cars driving through traffic.*

(Sheila drives around the cars, dodging them quickly.)

*Lauren does her best to keep up and not get too close.*

(Sheila's car actually lifts up on it's tires and goes over several surprised vehicles.)

*Lauren takes a side street and ends up right behind them.*

(Sheila turns down a very narrow alleyway...surprising several people taking out their trash.)

*Lauren follows, apologizing to the surprised people!*

(Sheila comes out by the beach. She blows kisses to all the surfers passing by who admire her, Zelda, and her car.)

*Lauren waves to the same surfers admiring her and Rosemarie.*

(Rosemarie toots to a row of hot muscle cars who toot back!)

(Sheila drives onto the beach, surprising surfers and picnickers.)

(Rosemarie swerves a bit. Water makes her nervous.)

*Lauren agrees. Water makes her nervous, too.*

(The cars pull back onto the street as another car - a familiar oversized black Mustang - joins them.)

*Lauren's eyes widen, seeing the car appear in her rearview mirror.*

(We quite clearly see a smirking Alex in the driver's side...but the rider next to him in the passenger's side is in shadow and not clear. Sheila smirks and makes a sudden u-turn...right at Lauren.)

*Lauren slams on the breaks and swerves. Rosemarie does her best to keep in control.*

(Sheila grins and blocks Rosemarie from one side. When Lauren tries to turn around, she finds herself blocked from the other side by the just-stopped Mustang.)

Sheila: (Gets out of the car as the music ends) Hello, Mother.

Lauren: Dammit.

*Alex gets out of the Mustang and saunters over.*

Sheila: Well well, what do we have here?

(Zelda takes Lauren by the arm as Alex goes over to admire Rosemarie. The Mustang follows on his own.)\

Lauren: *struggles* Let me go! *to Alex and Zelda* You tricked us!

Sheila: It took you long enough to figure that out.

Lauren: We were hoping it was for real.

Rosemarie: What is this? What's going on?

Mustang: You're a cutie. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

Rosemarie: And you smell like half the junk yards in LA. Doesn't your owner ever clean your carburetor?

Mustang: Of course he cleans my carburetor! That smell is the little freshener hanging from my rearview mirror.

Sheila: Enough! Flirt with the car later. (Nods at Alex) Let's get both of them to my new base. It has a parking garage.

Alex: *grins widely as he steps up to Lauren* Gladly.

(Sheila goes over to the Mustang and leans in the passenger side window as Rosemarie tries to roll away from the Mustang and Lauren tries to get away from Alex.)

Sheila: (She pulls away from the car window) Darn it. Alex, don't harm her. The Boss specifically said that he doesn't want her or the car hurt in any way other than being restrained.

Rosemarie: (She moves away from the Mustang) So there!

Alex: Hurt her? You KNOW I'd never HURT her. *waggles his eyebrows at Lauren*

Lauren: Stop looking at me like that.

Sheila: Or that, either. (Whispers to Alex) When he's looking.

*Alex winks.*

(Sheila heads back to her car, Zelda and Lauren get into Rosemarie, and Alex gets into the Mustang. Everyone takes off as we fade out on them.)

(Fade in on the air over LA. A small charter plane flies nimbly around buildings. Cut to inside. Mike flies the plane in the cockpit, but he's a solo pilot. The other two boys are in the back.)

Mike: How's things goin' back there, guys? See anything?

Micky: Trying to forget where we are.

Davy: I can see Lauren following Sheila...wait, there's a third car!

Mike: A third car?

Davy: They've got 'er stuck between them!

Micky: What!? *leans over Davy* They've got her!

(He swings around as we briefly cut to an aerial view of the scene we just witnessed as the cars block Rosemarie. Sheila gets out, and we see the Mustang nudge Rosie in an attempt to flirt and Alex grab Lauren.)

Mike: Shit. (The three cars take off) We've gotta follow them and rescue her.

Micky: Damn right!

Mike: Mick or Davy, contact Em and Daph and tell them what's happening.

Davy: *notes the seething look on Micky's face* I'll do it. *opens his communicator*

Daphne: (Over Davy's communicator) Hi Dave. What's up?

Davy: The devils just grabbed Lauren. She was trying to follow them to find out wot they're up to & they caught 'er. :P

Daphne: Damn. We're here, listening to the end of the show. Alexandra already said we could stay around after the show if we wanted. We told her we wanted to check something for Micky.

Davy: Just keep an eye on the show. Just because the devils aren't there, doesn't mean they can't cause 'avoc.

Daphne: That's what we're worried about. We're think there may be a second box somewhere around the stage.

Davy: Be careful looking for it, luv.

Daphne: We will. We don't particularly want to end up in Sheila's clutches, either.

(She signs off, and we cut back to Davy in the plane.)

Mike: How's the girls doin'?

Davy: They're fine. Staying at the Club after the show. Said they're looking for anothah box.

Mike: Good girls. I think Daph's right about that second box. There has to be a way they're attacking people while they're on the stage.

Mike: Ok boys, we're gonna follow them and find a place to land. Everyone ready for a bumpy flight back there?

Micky: Not in the mood right now, Mike.

Mike: Too bad. I'll try to make this as smooth as I can, but I ain't makin' any promises.

Micky: Just do it.

(Mike turns the plane around as well as he can to follow Sheila, Alex, and Rosemarie. Cut to Sheila's penthouse. We get a brief shot of Rosemarie in a parking garage next to the Mustang and Sheila's sportscar before cutting back to her penthouse.)

*We see Alex and Zelda bring Lauren into the penthouse. Lauren's wrists are tied, and there's a gag over her mouth.*

Alex: (Sits her down on the couch in the living room) Ok Mother, let's make this simple. We want to know what you and the others have found out about our plans.

*Zelda removes Lauren's gag.*

Lauren: Why would I tell you?

Alex: (Sits down very close to Lauren) Because I want you to.

Lauren: *glares at him* No.

Alex: (His hand sneaks up her right thigh) Aw babe...

*Lauren tries to jerk away, but Zelda holds her shoulders.*

Alex: Come on, babe. You can talk to us. (His hand sneaks further up her side, under her blouse) Tell us everything.

Lauren: *squirms at his touch* No! You're just gonna do what you've always done to me anyway, so what does it matter?

Alex: How do you know that?

Lauren: Name one time that you've kidnapped me & not had your fun with me.

Alex: (Pulls his hand lightly over her arm) Oh, but we have all NEW fun now, right Zelda?

Zelda: Right. *snakes her fingers under Lauren's shirt collar, in a rather rough massage on her shoulders*

Alex: (Runs his fingers over her upper thighs, under her pants) Tell us what the other Guardians know.

Lauren: *shakes her head* No!

*Zelda reaches under Lauren's arms and lifts them over her head.*

Alex: (Takes Lauren's feet and removes her shoes; he runs his fingers over her bare toes) Tell us, Mother.

*Lauren laughs, trying to wiggle her feet away. She shakes her head. Zelda puts Lauren's arms down, then unbuttons her shirt.*

Alex: You liked that, my mother? (Grins) Zelda, you can work on her arms. I'll do her legs.

*Lauren manages to get out a "No!" amidst her laughing. Zelda pushes Lauren's sleeves up and drags a feather over them.*

(Alex ties Lauren's feet together and pulls a small brush under her legs.)

*Lauren laughs outright. Zelda tickles Lauren's underarms.*

Alex: Ready to talk yet, my Mother? (Smiles; the brush snakes under her rear) You're enjoying this, aren't you?

*Lauren's laughing too hard to answer, but she squirms a little.*

Zelda: I'd say she is. I'm rather enjoying watching.

Alex: (Leans further over Lauren) Uh-uh, my Mother! No squirming until you talk to us!

Lauren: *trying to catch her breath* I...won't...

Alex: Come on, you know you like it. (Runs the brush down her rear again)

*Lauren moans as she tries to calm her laughing.*

Zelda: *smirks* I'd be surprised if she could get out a full sentence right now.

Alex: Why don't we return to you later, my Mother? Would you like to join the Aristocrat?

Lauren: *still laughing* Want...out...here...

Zelda: Nah, we're not letting you go that easily.

Alex: I'll bet you're lonely. Maybe you'll be more willing to talk if you have a friend around.

Lauren: Doubt...it... *sticks her tongue out*

Zelda: There's gotta be something better you could do with that tongue.

Alex: How about this? (Gives her a long, hard kiss)

Zelda: *nods* That's what I was thinking of.

Alex: How was that, Mother?

Lauren: *breathing a bit heavily* ...More...

Alex: Now you're speakin' my language! (Kisses her again)

*Zelda just watches with an interested smirk.*

Alex: So, ready to talk to me, Mother?

Lauren: *blinks, confused* About what?

Alex: About what you and the others found out about what we're up to.

Lauren: What about it?

Zelda: I think you kissed the sense right out of her, Alex. We might have to bring her back to us a little bit.

Alex: Like this? (He runs his brush over her rear again)

*Lauren moans, a smile appearing.*

Zelda: Yup, exactly.

Alex: Ready to talk now, babe?

Lauren: Talk...touch me again. *loopy grin*

Alex: Maybe we'd better just put you in with the Aristocrat. The Boss could work on both of you. (Smirks) I'm sure he'd enjoy it, too.

Lauren: *frowns* No! Need more!

Alex: And you'll get more. (Gives her a small kiss) I just need to do a few things with some nice crystals.

Lauren: *small voice* Promise?

Alex: Promise. (He concentrates. There's a black light around Lauren, and she vanishes) I put her in the living room area with the Aristocrat. (Smirks) Now, I know it's a little early, but how about me and you have a little fun of our own, Zel?

Zelda: *smirks* Gladly.

(We fade out as the two lean over each other, Alex dropping the brush on the floor.)