Everyone ready for a picnic?

Mike: If my head can stop pounding...

Peter: I can't wait!

Micky: Food?

Davy: Sure...

(We open in a picnic pavilion on the beach. Emma and Valerie set out baskets of plastic utensils over a vinyl tablecloth. Micky and Peter stand over the grill. Daphne and Davy set out plastic containers of cole slaw, potato salad, and macaroni salad. Mike yawns over bags of chips and pretzels. Lauren brings a container of beef patties and vegetable patties to the barbecuers.)

Emma: I'm glad there was a good deli down the street from the convenience store. We found a lot of great stuff there. (She makes a knife appear in a blue light and slices a fat kosher pickle.)

Mike: Yeah, it's nice.

Peter: (Sniffs) That barbecue sure smells good, Mick! I can't wait until you put the vegetable patties on the grill!

Micky: Soon enough. They don't take as long as the beef.

Valerie: (She looks out to the beach) I'm glad we're doing this tonight. It ended up being a nice day.

Peter: Maybe we can play some volleyball or Frisbee on the beach after dinner!

Mike: If I can move.

Emma: You're still out of it.

Mike: I had more than the other two did last night.

Davy: Yes, you did.

Emma: Maybe you guys should stay out of the bar for the rest of the trip.

Mike: What, and miss the music?

Valerie: Do you want to spend every morning moaning and groaning over your heads? You could get music at home.

Mike: (Sighs) All right.

Emma: (Nods at Davy and Micky) That means you guys, too. Micky, you're an even bigger partier than Mike is.

Micky: *Frowns* I know...

Davy: Yeah...

Peter: (Brings a plate of salmon over to the table) We'll think of other ways to have fun. Maybe us guys could rent motorcycles or imagine our MonkeeCycles over here and go for a ride in the back roads.

Mike: If we could make the MonkeeCycles appear here, we could get some work on them in.

Peter: You and Micky have been working on them a lot lately. I can't wait to see what you've done with them.

Mike: Me either. As always, I just tighten screws.

Micky: *Shrugs* It's nothing.

Valerie: (Shakes her head) Not really, Micky. You've done some amazing things with our equipment.

Mike: I can't wait to see what kind of videos you come up with.

Emma: Should be interesting, at the very least.

Peter: Micky's a wonderful director. I'm sure they'll be very imaginative.

Micky: Aw, guys...

Mike: Hey Mick, are the burgers ready yet?

Emma: (She sets out condiments) We're just about ready here.

Peter: How about the vegetable patties?

Micky: Both are almost ready.

Mike: Good. (He leans over the grill and sniffs) Did you use that weird lighter fluid of yours, Mick?

Micky: Of course.

Mike: And this whole thing hasn't gone up in smoke yet?

Peter: Leave him alone, Michael. He's never burned anything down that I know of.

Micky: I haven't burned ANYthing down thank you.

Emma: Come on, gang. Let's eat. It's probably not a good idea to tease the cook while the food is on the grill, anyway.

Mike: We do it 'cause we love ya, Mick.

Micky: Oh, sure.

Emma: (Sighs as she sits down with her burger) You know, we haven't done this with the kids in a while. Maybe we should see if we can round them up for a dinner at someone's house when we get back.

Valerie: You know, Davy, Daph, we don't do a lot at your house.

Daphne: We should fix that.

Mike: Yeah. Let's get somethin' together when we get home. Nuthin' big. I'm sure the kids will have missed us. (He bites into his burger) A little smoky, but not bad.

Micky: Picky, picky.

Peter: I think the vegetable burgers are wonderful!

Emma: Daphne, your salmon is incredible. I haven't had fish this good since I left New Jersey.

Valerie: Daphne, this really is delicious. You hooked a good one.

Daphne: Thanks.

Mike: (He's working on his second burger) Man, I was hungry...

Valerie: You know, since we don't really have any game supplies, why don't we do something different on the beach, like run races or play tag or something?

Mike: Race?

Peter: I like that. Not all of us are that good at sports.

Davy: I'm for it.

Mike: I ain't a runner.

Emma: With those long legs, you could probably out-run the rest of us before we're even out of the starting gate.

Mike: Well...

Micky: *grins at Mike* You, me, race.

Mike: We'll take the first one.

Emma: Lauren, you could be our referee and official.

Lauren: Sure.

Mike: Mick n' I will go first, then Pete n' Dave, an' the three girls will race each other.

Micky: Works for me.

Emma: (She goes out to the strip of beach in front of the pavilion) We'll race from here (sets up a line of shells and rocks) to here (runs a few yards away and sets up another line) and back. The first one back is the winner.

Mike: Ready to get your butt kicked, slow-poke?

Micky: *looks around* Who are you talking to?

Mike: You, Turtle.

Micky: Says you, Snail.

Mike: Let's put your money where your mouth is, sloth.

Micky: Less talk, more race.

("All the King's Horses" begins as the two stomp down to the beach. Lauren and Emma follow them. The others remain at the pavilion. Emma raises a red paper napkin to signal the start of the race. When the napkin goes up...the boys go zoom!)

(Mike runs as hard as he can, kicking up sand as he goes along.)

*Micky runs, matching Mike's pace.*

(Mike makes a face and tries to move faster. He is, after all, part wolf. Emma cheers him on, jumping up and down!)

(Mike grins and waves at her...but he doesn't see the rock in his way and trips as he and Micky make it to the half-way mark!)

(Mike makes a face as Micky smirks, passes him, and heads back in the other direction. Mike picks himself up and follows him, running as fast as he can!)

(The two are neck and neck when they get to the finish line. Peter makes an instant camera appear and takes their picture!)

Lauren: *Looks at the picture* We have a tie!

Mike: (As the music ends) How could it be a tie?

Emma: Sorry, boys. You were both pretty much at an even keel the whole race.

Peter: You really are too much alike.

Micky: Maaaan!

Emma: Ok, it's now Peter and Davy's turn.

Peter: (Shakes Davy's hand) May the best man win.

Davy: Absolutely.

(The next races begin to "Your Auntie Grizelda." Daphne raises the napkin this time...and this time, the winner is quite clear. Peter may be strong, but he's not fast. Davy is VERY fast, speeding easily past Peter.)

(Peter is still behind when Davy makes it to the finish line. Peter finally arrives shortly after, panting.)

Peter: Davy, you won...that one..fair and square.

Mike: You guys tease me about bein' outta shape. We've gotta work on your speed, Pete.

Peter: Won't argue that... (flops next to Valerie)

Emma: (Grins at Valerie) Ok ladies, it's our turn.

Valerie: I'll have you ladies know, I played basketball in high school and was one of the top runners on the team.

Emma: Well, I'm already out. I know I'm slow.

Valerie: (Grins at Daphne) Ready to take me on?

Daphne: You bet I am.

(The ladies line up to race to the tune of "The Girl That I Knew Somewhere." Valerie and Daphne are neck-and-neck for much of the race, but Valerie pulls ahead on the home stretch. Poor Emma is behind them the entire time. Valerie makes it across the finish line first. Peter runs over to hug her.)

Peter: You did great, Val!

Valerie: Thank you!

Emma: I need...to start...working out...again...

Daphne: You won fair and square, Val.

Emma: (Looks at her watch) We have a little bit of time left before the sun starts going down. (Grins) I know what we could do to calm down after that, and Micky will love it. (Grins) Let's make a sand castle. A big one.

Mike: There you go, Mr. Architect.

Micky: Love it.

(Emma makes shovels and buckets appear as "I Never Thought It Peculiar" begins. She hands Micky the largest bucket and shovel.)

(Mike and Peter begin making the moat. Emma looks around for shells and rocks for the windows.)

*Micky goes to town with his bucket and shovel.*

(Davy ducks away from the flying sand.)

(Valerie and Daphne work on a smaller, lumpier castle with no moat.)

(Mike and Peter build walls around their moat, occasionally arguing over the design and whether they'll be too thick to crumble or not.)

*Micky continues to happily plug away at his castle. Lauren sits back and watches him work. Davy's castle is small, but spread out. He whistles as he works on it.*

(The camera pulls back as the song finally ends...revealing a wide shot of the three castles, linked by "moats" surrounded with walls of sand. The others are now on their feet; Micky helps Lauren to hers.)

Mike: Hey, it looks pretty good.

Peter: Micky, you did great work!

Micky: Thanks.

Emma: (Looks over her shoulder at the quickly setting sun) I think it's time to clean up the picnic and head back. Maybe we could order dessert in room service in someone's room.

Mike: Yeah, that sounds good. (Smirks; whispers to Micky) I'll beat you the next time we race.

Micky: Suuuure you will.

(Mike grins and puts his arm around Micky as they go to the picnic table to help clean up and we fade out on the setting sun casting shadows over the sandcastle and Micky's now-empty beach pail.)