(We open in a crowded carnival, with rides, games, and food booths. Davy and Micky walk together. Davy has a bag of peanuts.)

Davy: Micky, did you really need to buy ALL that food?

Micky: Yes, of course I do! You know better than to ask that.

(Micky is munching on peanuts. He juggles the peanuts, a box of popcorn, a container of soda, a cone of cotton candy, and an empty plate that once held a funnel cake.)

Davy: (Looks at his watch) We have time for one more ride before we have to meet Lauren, Daph, and the kids. Any requests?

Micky: Ooooh, the funhouse!

Davy: The funhouse it is, then! I haven't been in one myself since I was a tyke.

Micky: It's been a few years for me.

Davy: Let's go, then. (Davy throws his peanut bag away and heads for the line for the fun house)

*Micky quickly gulps down the rest of his food and tosses the trash, following after Davy.*

Davy: (Shakes his head as he gives his ticket to the person at the ticket booth) How can you eat all of that at once without gettin' sick?

Micky: Lots of practice.

(Davy and Micky enter the fun house. At first, all they see are stairs.)

Davy: Well this ain't much...whoa! (Davy suddenly tumbles down a slide and into a roomfull of plastic colored balls!)

Micky: *slides down behind Davy* Wheeeeeeeeeee!

Davy: (As Micky lands in the balls) I'm sure you enjoyed that.

Micky: You know it!

Davy: (Gets up as best he can) Let's go see what other fun they can dish out. (Grins) Last one outta the balls is a Monkee's uncle!

Micky: Oh yeah? *also gets up the best he can*

*The guys stumble through the balls and over each other. They crawl out of the ball pit at the same time.*

Davy: Gotcha! I win!

Micky: You did not! I got out first!

Davy: No way! I got here first! (He scrambles to his feet) I'll bet you can't catch me, Sitcks-for-legs!

Micky: I bet I can, short stuff!

Davy: Try it! (He runs into the next room, the Room of Mirrors. It's full of mirrors of every size and shape. Davy stops to admire himself in one that makes him look much taller!)

Micky: *comes up right behind Davy* Hey! This mirror's perfect for ya, Dave!

*Micky ducks away as Davy swats at him, chuckling. He goes to look at the other mirrors.*

(Davy shakes his head and continue admiring his reflection...and gets quite a shock when the hand of his reflection seems to move independantly, reaching out to him...)

Davy: M...Mick...

Micky: *over his shoulder* What? Find a mirror that makes you shorter? *laughs*

(The face of Davy's reflection now has a rather evil smirk as the hands drag the Englishman into the mirror, clamping one hand over Davy's mouth.)

Micky: Oh, come on, Dave, that rib wasn't worth the silent treatment. *turns around and looks for Davy* Dave? Hey, man, where'd ya go?

(As Micky looks around the room for Davy, we cut to the large, dark room behind the mirror.)

(The figure drags Davy to a large chair in the middle of the room. We can only see a few other pieces of furnature in the dim light.)

*Davy mumbles something into the hand.*

Female Voice: Good work. (smirks) I knew they wouldn't resist this.

Male Voice: Of course not. They'd probably move in here if their wives would let them. (He settles Davy onto the chair and takes his hand off Davy's mouth)

Davy: I don't believe this.

Sheila: (Steps out of the shadows, dressed in tight pants and a peasant blouse) What don't you believe, my Lord?

Davy: That I fell for that trick. (Grumbles) Gonna catch Mick next and drop 'im on me?

Sheila: No, I have no interest in the Savage at the moment. (She leans closer to him)

Davy: I wish you 'ad a little less interest in me at the moment.

(The figure stands in the shadows and watches, chuckling softly.)

Sheila: Why, your Lordship?

Davy: Because you're too close! *points in the general direction of the chuckle* And do you 'ave someone 'ere with you? I thought I 'eard a chuckle from ovah there.

Sheila: Oh him? That's my new boss.

(Snort from across the room.)

Davy: New boss? *tries to get up with the intention of finding out who it is...*

Sheila: We have a business proposition for you, your Lordship. (Gently takes Davy's face in her hands and strokes it)

(The dark figure steps back into the shadows...)

Davy: Wotevah it is, the answah's no.

Sheila: We thought you'd make a wonderful collector. (Grins) And a nice little slave for me.

Davy: Doesn't change me answah. It's still no.

Sheila: Not for long. (She concentrates. There's a black light around Davy. When it subsides, he's now naked except for his shorts and tightly gagged)

*Davy vocalizes a complaint under the gag.*

Sheila: I can see you need some talking to. (She goes to the table in front of them) I'm glad Alex left me some of these. We're going to have quite a bit of fun!

*Davy gives her a questioning look.*

Sheila: (Pulls out an odd, rod-like device) Let's see, where shall I put this? (Runs it over Davy's bare back) Shall we begin here? (Over Davy's shoulder) Or there? Or maybe (under his shorts) here?

*There's a sudden yell that sounds like a mix between Goofy and George of The Jungle. Micky crashes through where one of the mirrors was and lands with a thud on the floor.*

Micky: *gets up and brushes himself off; looks rather ticked* I THOUGHT I felt a devil nearby.

Sheila: (Looks at Micky and makes a face) Oh, for heaven's sake Savage, can't you wait your turn?

(There's a soft dark blue light as the figure in the shadows disappears.)

Micky: I thought you knew by now that I get IMPATIENT! (Growls) I suggest you let Davy go, before you become part of the wall.

*Davy nods in agreement.*

Sheila: (Turns the object to Micky) And here I thought I was only going to have fun with one Guardian today.

Micky: *eyes the device* Did you raid my special drawer? *eyes narrow* I'd put that away before I shove it somewhere the sun don't shine!

*Davy rolls his eyes.*

Sheila: Stop giving me good ideas, Savage.

Micky: Let. Davy. Go. NOW.

Sheila: Hmmm. (Looks between Davy and Micky) Which to choose? (She starts towards Davy) I was so in the mood for some Lordly fun.

*Micky roars and launches himself at Sheila. They land on the floor and are consumed by cartoon dust and flailing arms. Davy watches, wide-eyed. When the smoke clears, Sheila has been indented into the floor. Micky stands above her, still fuming, fists clenched at his sides.*

Sheila: I think...I think...I'll have fun later. (She disappears in a black light)

Davy: (As Micky pulls the gag off) Whoa! Micky, you were amazin!

Micky: Thanks. As soon as I realized you'd gone missing, I got the feeling Sheila was nearby. *pauses, then turns back the way he came, then turns back to Davy, making a face* I hope I don't have to pay for the mirror I shattered to get in here.

Davy: We'll let Sheila pay for it. I wouldn't be surprised if this was her funhouse.

Micky: *blue lights Davy back into his regular clothes* I'm just glad I thought enough to blue light myself before flying through it, or I wouldn't be looking too pretty right about now.

Davy: Micky, did you see someone else when you came in? Sheila wasn't the one who dragged me in. She's too tall to look like me. There was a male voice in here. It was faint, but I almost recognized it. She said the voice belonged to her boss. He must be the one who grabbed me.

Micky: *shakes his head* No, I didn't notice anyone else. I was a little pissed off at the time.

Davy: Let's get out of here and find the girls, before Sheila or her boss come back...or someone sees that busted mirror.

Micky: Right.

Davy: (As they leave) What was that about your special drawer bein' raided?

Micky: *eyes widen a bit* Uh...well, uh... *blushes a bit; voice raises an octave* Nothing!

Davy: Didn't sound like nothin' to me!

Micky: Uh, well, you know, for, uh...oh, is it hot in here? *fans himself*

Davy: Let's go get you cooled off. We said we'd meet the families at the water fountain.

Micky: *weary smile* Uh, yeah, cooled off.

Davy: Come on. (He puts his arm around Micky, and they walk through the broken mirror and back into the funhouse...but don't hear the familiar chuckles coming from seemingly nowhere as they exit...)