Everyone ready for a nice, relaxing soak in the whirlpool?

Mike: Sure.

Peter: I sure could use it.

Micky: Yeah.

Davy: I am.

(We open back at the resort. The four women all sit in the whirlpool in their bathing suits.)

Emma: Boy, this feels good. I'm glad we all agreed to this while the guys had their bike ride.

*Lauren agrees by letting out a long & comfortable sigh.*

Valerie: This must really feel good for you, Lauren, especially on your child.

Lauren: This is the best I've felt in MONTHS!

Emma: I can imagine. (Sighs herself) I really feel much better.

Valerie: It's like nothing else exists.

Emma: We ought to have a whirlpool installed at one of the houses.

Valerie: The tub in my bathroom at Dad's house has a whirlpool installed in it.

Emma: That's because the proper term for that tub is 'small pool."

Valerie: I liked relaxing baths after school as a child.

Daphne: I can definitely understand why.

Emma: (Sighs) I almost wish we didn't have to go back. It's been so long since I haven't had a knot at the back of my stomach. I don't know what to do about my job. I want to move beyond the small articles and maybe even write fiction, but I'm not sure how to do it.

Valerie: I'm going to be swamped with Headquarters work when I get back.

Emma: And we have the kids to watch. (Turns to Lauren) And you're going to have your new one probably the moment we get back.

Lauren: More than likely. Not to mention the constant babysitting of my own husband.

Emma: And mine's immersing himself in work again.

Valerie: (Shrugs) I don't know how I feel about Peter and the school. On one hand, I'm absolutely thrilled at how well he's been able to pick himself up by his bootstraps after landing in jail over a year ago. On the other hand...I'm not so sure Peter's crazy about the school he's working at. His idealism tends to clash with the more conservative members of the faculty.

Emma: Peter loves children, but I think he needs to find a place with fewer restrictions.

Valerie: It's a shame. He's good with our kids, and the children he gives music lessons to. They all adore him. It's the adults he can't always get along with.

Emma: Speaking of children, (grins) Daph, have you caught Davy's roving eye aiming in the wrong direction lately?

Daphne: Not...much, just...sometimes. I wonder if he even realizes he does it?

Emma: He realizes it. He just doesn't...think about it. With Davy, I think it's ingrained.

Daphne: *Nods* Something like that.

Valerie: As long as he doesn't do it on a regular basis, you should be ok. I think he mostly handles kids and old cowboys at the ranch, right?

Daphne: Yeah, and he'd specifically asked for those groups.

Valerie: He probably did it so he wouldn't get ideas. He's trying, Valerie.

Daphne: And I admire that.

Emma: So do I. And when he starts helping Mike with the videos, he'll have Mike and Micky to make sure he doesn't eye any starlets.

(Even as Emma speaks, the camera cuts to the entrance to the pool area. The four Monkees enter, carrying towels and wearing bathing suits.)

Peter: I sure could use a dip after that ride.

Mike: Looks like the girls got in ahead of us.

Micky: Hope they left some water for us.

Emma: (Laughs) Come on in, boys! The water's fine!

Mike: Thanks, darlin'. These old bones could sure use a soak after bein' on a motorcycle all day. (Climbs in the pool next to Emma)

Peter: (Nods and joins him) We had a really nice ride, but I'm a little sore. I haven't ridden the cycle in a while.

Mike: (Looks up at Davy and Micky) You boys gonna join us, or are you gonna stand there all night?

Peter: This is so warm!

*Davy climbs in close to Daphne. Micky gets in next to Lauren.*

Emma: You know, I'm really glad we all had this time together. It feels nice to just be able to talk as a group.

Mike: We ain't done enough of that lately.

Peter: Especially as there's more children coming.

Emma: Ahh...ooh! (Giggles) The bubbles feel weird on my back.

Mike: I'll bet that ain't all that feels weird.

Emma: Mike, watch where you put that hand.

Mike: Come on, darlin'. You think any of these guys will notice?

Emma: Yes.

Lauren: *Giggles as Micky grins widely* Doubt it!

Peter: (He leans against Valerie) This feels so...good...

Valerie: If you fall asleep, I'll turn you into a fish.

Peter: Huh?

Valerie: Peter, get up.

Peter: Aw Val, feels good here...

Mike: Hey Em, was that your hand on my ass?

Emma: No.

Peter: Ok, who here has three hands?

Mike: (Checks his hands) Nope, they're all there. How 'bout you guys?

Peter: I think I have all my hands...

Lauren: *Giggles again* I know where both of Mick's are! *Micky grins as he goes under the water*

Mike: Maybe he ought to be water, 'steada fire.

Davy: That's what I'm thinking.

Mike: Mick, what are you doin' down there?

*Lauren laughs outright.*

Peter: Something interesting, that's for sure.

Mike: Micky, are you part merman? You've been down there for a while.

*Micky pops up wearing an air tank. He waves and goes back under.*

Mike: Great. We'll never see him again.

Emma: Lauren, what IS he doing?

Lauren: *Laughs again, but tries to answer as she gasps for air* Tick...ling...my...feet!

Mike: Mick!

Emma: Oh geez...

Peter: Hey Val, are you ticklish? (Tickles her stomach; she giggles)

Valerie: Don't...you...dare!

Emma: Don't even, Mike.

Mike: Wouldn't dream of it, darlin'. (His hand slides under the water) I know other things I'd rather do with you.

Emma: (Grins) Oooh, yeah... (her hands also go under the water)

Mike: (Yelps) Em!

Emma: Wow, your ass really IS skinny.

Mike: Thanks for announcin' that, darlin'.

Emma: Anytime.

Mike: Where's Miii...ack! (He jumps)

Emma: Sorry!

Peter: (He's kissing Valerie's stomach; she sighs) Where is Micky?

Mike: Maybe he got sucked down the drain. (Squeals as Emma's hand goes to his neck) Ooh, darlin'.... (his eyes soften; he finally nuzzles her)

*Lauren just sighs contentedly.*

Mike: He's doin' SOMETHIN' good. (Looks around) Where's Dave and Daphne?

Emma: Davy's water. He probably can go under there indefinitely.

Mike: Yeah... (Emma rubs him further; he howls)

Peter: Wow Michael, you’re a real animal!

Mike: Damn...straight... (Gasps; then) Where is everyone? (He ducks under, looking for Micky)

Valerie: (Peter kisses further up her stomach) Oooh, keep doing that...like it...

Mike: (Comes back up) Lauren, what's Micky doin' down there, and is it considered legal in certain countries?

*Lauren gives Mike a brief glare.*

Emma: What IS he doing down there?

Mike: Let's just say it ain't appropriate for family consumption.

Emma: And where's Dave and Daphne? (Grins) It's getting kind of busy under there!

Mike: As much as I'm enjoyin' this, darlin', maybe we'd better get outta here. You're not supposed to use the whirlpools for too long. 'Sides, this is a public pool area. If this gets any further, it definitely won't be public.

Emma: I agree. (Looks down) Did you guys hear that?

*Davy and Daphne pop up, nodding. Lauren reaches under and pulls Micky above the surface.*

Mike: (He climbs out and helps Emma out) Ok, guys. Let's hit the pool and see if we can work some kinks out.

Peter: I want to practice my butterfly! (He and Valerie get out next)

Lauren: I wouldn't mind lounging for a while.

Mike: You an' Dave can do cannonballs, Mick.

Micky: Sounds good to me.

Davy: I'm thinking me and Daph might just end up lounging around.

Daphne: *Grins* I like that idea.

Mike: Ok, gang. Let's go! (They all grab their towels and head across the way as Micky's fast version of "I Wanna Be Free" begins. Mike and Emma walk down the steps and into the pool. They immediately start splashing each other. Peter and Valerie jump into the pool together on the other side and race each other.)

*Davy and Daphne cuddle together at the far end. Lauren settles herself in one of the lounge chairs.*

*Micky finds the two young men from the playground. The dark skinned fellow argues that he's fine without doing cannon balls and for his friend to just go without him. The fair skinned man shrugs and gets on the board. He runs and bounces off, curls into a ball, and hits the water with a big splash. He surfaces as Micky claps, nodding appreciation.*

(Peter and Valerie, who were swimming by them, also clap for the guy.)

(Four young men wrestle and splash each other in one corner of the pool. They happily jump on each other and ignore everyone else. The small teenager with the black hair and wide brown eyes rides the largest young man's back.)

(Al the Caterer is seen back in the whirlpool with Brian and their two ladyfriends, the blond and the red-head. The red-head leans against Al with a gentle sigh. The blond and Brian are passionately necking.)

(Two young women swim together in another part of the pool. The smaller one complains about people seeing her in her new bathing suit, as she feels it's a bit too revealing. Her taller, more willowy friend just swims back and forth next to her.)

(Mike and Emma swim over to Micky as the song ends.)

Mike: Ready to call it a night?

Emma: We're going to be doing some serious shopping tomorrow. We need our beauty rest.

Micky: Yeah. Let’s head out.

(Those in the pool climb out and go to retrieve the others as we fade out on the pool area.)