Is everyone ready for some flashbacking? ;)

Mike: Yeah...huh?

Peter: Whatever she just said, I'm ready! :)

Micky: Sure! I'm game. ;)

Lauren: I'm ready. ;)

(Davy just sighs, stars in his eyes. :X)

Micky: Uh huh... ;)

(We open in the garden of the Montgomery House. Mike, Davy, Peter, and Micky play "She'll Be There" in the gazebo. We see servants bustle around, arranging chairs in front of a podium as Valerie gives orders. Lauren and Emma chat with Mrs. Purdy, Mrs. Filcheck, and Davy's grandfather Sebastian Jones. Millie fusses over the food, including a huge wedding cake. The Four Martians and Nyles share a bottle of wine. ;) )

Mike: (Nods) That was real nice, guys. (Grins at Davy as he adjusts the sunglasses on his head; he wears his white "Circle Sky" tux with the ruffled shirt) So, groom, how does it feel to be the last Monkee to get hitched? ;)

Davy: *shrugs* It feels great. I can't wait! ;) :x

Peter: (Also grins; he has a mountain of beads around his neck in addition to a normal tux and, of course, mis-matched socks) You have the sweetest aura, Davy! You're nervous...but very excited. :D

Mike: I just hope everything goes all right.

Micky: Yeah.

Davy: If things don't go right, there'll be 'ell to pay. ;)

Micky: I believe that. ;)

Peter: I'm sure it'll be all right, guys! Valerie has at least ten security guards outside keeping the reporters and fans at bay! :)

Mike: That ain't all I'm worried about, Pete. :p

Peter: (Makes a face) We know what to do if SHE tries anything!

Micky: Darn right. :P

Peter: (Puts a hand on his best friend's shoulder) Peace, Michael. Valerie told the security guards what to look for. (Grins wickedly) And she had Micky and Ursula re-wire the security system using a little Imagination Power magic. ;)

Mike: And the mansion's in one piece? ;)

Micky: *plants his fists on his hips* I'll have you know that we did very well with the security system, and it's running better than ever. So there. :P ;)

Davy: *grins* Surprised me. ;)

Micky: Funny, Dave. :P

Peter: He and Ursula wired it to make sure it detects the first sign of Dark Magic. ;)

Mike: And let me guess, it'll eject that first sign of Dark Magic, right? ;)

Micky: *grins widely* What else? ;)

Peter: Davy, are you and Daphne staying with Em and Mike and Katie in the Pad?

Davy: *nods* Yeah, until we find a place of our own.

Micky: Some place sound proof, I'll bet. ;)

(Mike and Peter chuckle. ;) )

*Davy swats at Micky.* :P ;)

Mike: Cut that out, guys. You're not kids anymore.

Peter: The way they're acting, I don't know about that. ;)

Micky: So? It don't mean we can't horse around a little! :P ;)

Davy: Besides, do you know 'o you're talking to? *jerks a thumb at Micky* ;)

Micky: Hey! :P

Peter: Mike, they've been doing this since we met, and I doubt us getting married will end it. ;)

Micky: We'll be doing this in the nursing home, when we've got walkers and need Prozac and gin to remember who we are. ;)

Davy: Malted, right mate? ;)

Micky: Damn straight. ;)

Mike: Well, could you hold off on killing each other until AFTER Davy gets married?

*Both Micky and Davy turn glances at each other and shrug.*

Davy: I guess so.

Micky: Yeah, alright, if I HAVE to. ;)

Peter: Man, guys, Daph's going to be having a kid! Davy, don't you want to see your daughter? (Smiles) And don't you want to go on tour in England?

Mike: (Grumbles) I hope this is the last tour for a while. I just wanna settle down, make my albums, and be with MY wife before she kills ME. :p

Davy: Of course, I do, but 'aving it off with this nut is just as tempting! ;)

Micky: More tempting. :P ;)

Peter: (Sighs) I miss Jordan. I wish we could take him to England with us, but he's still too little. Valerie says this will be the last long tour for a couple of months, since we have the next album coming.

Mike: (Looks at the guys and sighs) Man, I feel...old. I can't believe you're all gonna be married after today.

Peter: Do you remember when we first moved into the Pad? :)

Micky: *doing old man impression* I remember it like it was yesterday. Ah, the good ol' days. *gets elbowed by Davy* ;)

Mike: Man, I ain't THAT old. :p

Peter: And I'm older than HE is! :p

Mike: Remember the gig we had that week, and how Micky kept takin' everything apart, and how we finally decided who would sleep where? ;)

Micky: I was not taking everything apart. :P

Davy: I'm just glad I didn't end up in the same room wit' 'im. *points at Micky* ;)

Micky: Feeling's mutual, shorty. ;)

Mike: Actually... (Looks at Peter and grins) ;)

(Peter grins back. ;) )

Micky: *quirks an eyebrow* I don't like those grins.

Mike: Well...here's how it went. (Fade out on the group in the gazebo; fade in on the Pad. People drag boxes, containers, luggage, and furniture into the living room and kitchen, where it sits in one big pile. The bandstand now sits in front of the bay window, but only holds a guitar case, two bass cases, and a banjo case. Micky's drum set is in boxes and crates around the bandstand.)

Mike: (Carries in a box with the words "kitchen" scrawled messily on it) Man, Mick, how much food did your mother GIVE us? (It's the Mike of the pilot in the jean jacket and dark green wool hat, his sideburns still very short and his body too slender.)

Micky: *carries in a box, following Mike; his box also says kitchen on it* She wanted to make sure we had enough to eat.

Peter: (Carries two boxes in, both with "Micky's room" in the same messy script) I'm glad she did give us all that food, Mike. All we had at Stephan's when we left was a box of pizza from two weeks ago.

Davy: *carries a box with Davy written in neat print on it* As long as Mick's mum didn't pack us two week old pizza, I don't care wot she gave us! ;)

Mike: (Comes in with a small table and a chair; puts both in the living room) We owe her for lettin' us borrow the studio van, too. My Woody wouldn't have been big enough to fit all of this on its own.

Micky: *shrugs* Mom just wanted to make sure we did okay moving in. Besides, letting her do all this for us was the only way to keep her at her house & me here. ;)

Peter: Aw, I like your mom, Mick! I don't think it would be so bad if she visited every now and then. :)

Micky: Visiting is fine. I just don't think I could survive having her around all the time any more. :P ;)

Davy: 'E's just sore because 'e thinks she treats 'im like a ten yeah old. ;)

Micky: Well, she does sometimes! :P

Peter: Well, you're her only son! She just wants to protect you, Mick! :)

Micky: I know that, but I need space, too! You know how hard it is to go on a date in your living room and have your mom there, too?

Peter: (Makes a face) Actually, yes. :p

Mike: Just be glad she's there at all, Mick.

Micky: Yeah, I know. :)

Peter: What about your mom, Davy? (Sets down a box in the living room, near the bandstand)

Davy: I lost me mum some time ago. It's just been myself, da, and me sistahs.

Peter: Oh, man, I'm sorry. :(

Mike: Ma's alive, but she and I...don't get on too well. :p

Davy: *shrugs* It's okay. I still miss 'er, but...

Micky: And I have enough mom to go around. (Frowns) Wait, that didn't come out right. :P ;)

Peter: (Laughs and puts a hand on Micky's shoulder) We understand what you mean, Mick. :)

Mike: Yeah. She's there if we need somethin', but really, we're too old to be mothered ALL the time. ;)

Micky: Yeah. ;) :">

Mike: Ok, guys, (sits on the bandstand), we've got to get organized. We need to decide who does what chores when, who sleeps where, and how much we can put aside from gigs for the rent and how much we'll need to live.

Peter: I sleep next to a window! :D

Micky: I can sleep anywhere. ;)

Mike: That's what scares me. ;) :p

Davy: I can't sleep in the same room wit' 'im. *jerks a thumb at Micky* :P

Mike: (Goes over to the kitchen and opens a box) Why don't we do this democratically? (Pulls out a box of straws and a pair of scissors) We draw straws. ;)

(Mike cuts two straws in half, so that there are two short halves and two long halves. He goes over to Peter and whispers something; he nods, and they grin and join their friends. ;) )

Mike: Ok, fellas, everyone draw! The ones who get the short sides sleep downstairs, and the long sides get the upstairs.(The four boys each pull out a matchstick side and compare them.)

Peter: (Compares his short end with Davy's) Hey, Dave, it looks like we're roomies! :D

Davy: *grins* Groovy, mate! :D

Micky: *waves his longer match stick around* Well, Mike... ;)

Mike: (Sighs) Well, it couldn't be THAT bad. I once slept in the same room as three of my cousins.

*Davy snorts knowingly.* ;)

Peter: (Hugs Davy) We're going to have so much FUN! :D

Davy: Careful, there, Petah, don't crush me! ;)

Peter: (Lets Davy go) Oops. Sorry, Davy, I just got excited. :">

Mike: (Sighs) Now that the rooms are settled, let's decide who does what. Who wants to cook? I can defrost frozen dinners and make toast and Pop-Tarts, but that's about it. :p

Peter: I can cook a little...

Micky: *grins* I don't wanna toot my own horn...

Davy: But 'e's gonna anyway. ;)

Micky: *glares at Davy* I'm not too shabby at cooking. ;)

Mike: Good. Unless you're all big Swanson's fans, I ain't no cook, and Davy can't even do THAT. ;)

Davy: 'Ey! :P ;)

Mike: Davy, I've seen you cook. You set off the smoke alarm boilin’ water. ;)

*Davy just sticks his tongue out.* :P ;)

Peter: Ok, then, why don't Mick and I switch off? :)

Mike: And when you guys are tired, I'll pick us up a buncha Swanson's. ;)

Micky: *nods* Works for me. ;)

Davy: Yeah, that's fine. ;)

Mike: Next order of business - the basics. Someone's gonna have to take out the trash, dust, pick up, answer phones.

Peter: Oh, I'm sure we could all switch off on things like that. That's what families do. :)

Micky: Yeah, I've already been doing all of that stuff, so it doesn't bother me any. :)

Mike: Answerin' the phone is a big one. We've gotta be professional, 'cause it may be someone callin' 'bout a job. We could probably look into gettin' an answerin' service later, when we have more money.

Peter: Speaking of professional, Mike, why don't we practice for our first gig? :D

Mike: (Nods) Sure. We're gonna need more amps and stuff, but we should be ok for now.

Micky: Yeah! :D

Peter: All right! Thank you, Mike! (Hugs Mike, who staggers back)

Mike: (Pulls away) Um, yeah, man, let's get goin'. (He goes to one of the guitar cases and pulls out his much-loved Black Beauty; Peter frowns and goes to Micky)

Peter: I wish he'd stop getting scared every time I hug him. I like him, but he's kind of...well, cold.

Micky: *shrugs* He's just not used to it, that’s all.

Peter: I don't think he knows I know he's scared. He puts on this big act, like he IS John Wayne, but he's just as freaked out about all this moving business as the rest of us.

Micky: *claps Peter's shoulder* Maybe you can bring him around, Big Peter. ;)

Peter: I hope so. He's a really nice guy when you get him to talk, a good guitarist, and an incredible songwriter. He's only been playing the guitar a few years, but you'd never know it from his songs and the way he plays. :)

Micky: Yeah. Man, I hope we do well at this gig.

Peter: (Nods) The Vincent Van Go-Go is new and really hot. We were lucky to get this booking. (Sighs) I can't believe I'm finally in a band. I played with friends and such in New York, but never in a real band with four guys together onstage, making music. It's all I've ever wanted.

Micky: Me, too. I used to play with a couple guys in college, but that didn't last very long.

Peter: I used to play with my friends on-campus a lot, usually in big groups between classes. (Smiles) Hey, Micky, do you write songs? You're a really good drummer. :)

Micky: Thanks, man. I've written a few songs, but I'd prefer to play and sing.

Peter: I love to write music! I've written music since I was in high school and first heard "Lucile" on the radio. (Sighs) The first rock song I ever really liked. I wasn't into the Doo-Wop thing, but Little Richard just blew me away. :X :D

Micky: I like the true rock and roll tunes. Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly... :D

Peter: I like some of that, but I'm more of a folk enthusiast. I LOVE Pete Seeger. I even wrote a song called "Seeger's Theme." :D

Micky: Really? That's groovy.

Peter: I hope we'll get to play some of my songs, too. I write protest songs, folk ballads, and some hard rock stuff. :)

Micky: I'm sure we'll get to play some of your songs! :)

Mike: You guys ready?

Peter: (Picks up his bass) Always. :)

Micky: Me, too! ;)

Mike: How about we start with "You Just May Be The One?"

Peter: (Quietly) I have something we can play...

Mike: Ok, guys, one and a...

Peter: (Somewhat louder) Um, could we play one of my songs?

Davy: *grins* What'd you have in mind, Petah? ;)

Peter: Could we do "Come On In?" It's one of my nicest songs, and it has a groovy, homey feeling to it. I think it's perfect for a new move. :)

Mike: Well, I really...

Peter: (Eyes widen and lip trembles) Please, Mike? :o

Micky: Please, Mike? ;)

Mike: Man, is everyone gangin' up on me? (Sighs) Sure, Pete, couldn't hurt to do a ballad or two. :p

Peter: Thank you, Michael! (Reaches out to hug Mike, but remembers and pulls back before the video for "Come On In" begins)

(We get a performance video for "Come On In," as Peter plays and sings the dreamy ballad on the bandstand with the ocean behind him. We occasionally cut to an unreadable Mike playing the guitar or Davy and Micky clowning on their instruments.)

Mike: (As the song ends) Not bad, Pete.

Peter: You think so? I've been working on it! :D

Davy: I like it, mate!

Micky: It was totally groovy, Pete!

Mike: (Nods) Yeah, it was nice, but I wanna get it perfect. It was too slow. Let's do it one more time.

Peter: I could always do it one more time. I could never do music enough. :D

Mike: Ok, guys, then, one more time...

("One more time" turns into hours as the camera pans to the bright sunlight in the windows...and then pans back to tired boys playing a very wound-down "Take a Giant Step" as the moonlight shines over the beach.)

Mike: (Yawns) I didn't like how that last verse sounded...

Micky: That's cuz I'm falling asleep on the drums.

Peter: (Shakes his head) Michael, I'm tired. I love music, too, but we're not going to be able to see to play if we don't sleep soon! :p

Mike: Ok, that's two votes for bed. How 'bout you, Davy?

Peter: Davy?

*Davy snores.* I-)

Micky: Sounds like it's unanimous.

Mike: I thought the harmony line was missin' in the last one... :p

Micky: Cuz Dave snored his way through it. :P

Mike: All right, then, let's get some shuteye. We'll need to be up bright and early to rehearse for our first gig.

Peter: (Yawns but then smiles) Oh, that's not a problem. I love getting up early. :)

Micky: Early? Yuck. :P

Mike: I ain't a mornin' person either, but we got work to do.

Peter: (Sets his bass down) Who gets to help me carry Davy into the bedroom? ;)

Mike: Ahh, why don't we all do it? Mick, grab a leg. (Takes one of Davy's legs; Peter grabs his arms)

Micky: *grabs Davy's other leg* Gee, this is kinda familiar. ;)

Mike: Yeah. (They haul Davy into the bedroom as we fade out)

(We fade in on Micky and Mike's dark room. The boxes and crates are stacked neatly on one side of the room, helter-skelter on the other. There's already clothing and assorted junk scattered across the furniture on Micky's side of the room. Micky snores fit to wake the dead. Mike tosses and turns, finally throwing a pillow over his head. :p)

Mike: (Mutters) Man, why did I have to be the one who ended up takin' Mick? I think I'd rather hear Davy discussin' his entire date last night in his sleep than this! :p

Mike: (Finally sits up) Mick! (Whispers louder) MICK!

*Micky just snores happily.*

Mike: (Groans) Man... (grabs the pillow and a blanket and stomps downstairs...and runs into Peter, who's already in the kitchen) Pete, man, what are you doin' here?

Peter: Couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd make some tea.

Mike: Micky keep you awake?

Peter: No, Davy! (Makes a face) He talks in his sleep, Mike, loudly and about every girl he knows...in detail!

Mike: At least the human siren ain't wailin' in your ear up there. (Grins) Want him? As long as they don't end up in the same room...

Peter: (Shakes his head quickly) Um, no, I think I'll stick with Davy. :p

Mike: (Frowns as a noise is heard) What's that?

Peter: Maybe it's a burglar! :o

Mike: (Grabs a baseball bat from a closet) Come on, Pete. We'll take care of him.

Peter: Careful, Michael!

(He clings to his friend as they inch along in the dark to the stairway.)

*Micky scuffs his way out of the upstairs bedroom and down the tornado stairs.*

(Mike lifts the bat to hit the figure as Peter takes a flashlight and shines it in the dark, revealing Micky. All three scream; Mike drops the bat, and though it doesn't look like it's near his foot, he hops up and down and makes faces anyway.)

Peter: (Puts a hand over his heart) Oh man Micky, what are you doing here at this hour?

Micky: *hand to his chest, also* Reeling from a near heart attack! Yeesh! *sighs* I wanted to get a midnight snack.

Mike: Snack, my rear! Man, Mick, warn someone the next time you get the munchies in the middle of the night!

Micky: Mom never complained. :P

Mike: Do we look like your mother?

Micky: No, she's prettier. ;)

(Mike rolls his eyes and Peter blushes. 8-| :">)

*Suddenly, there's another noise.*

Micky: What was that?

Mike: (Frowns) I dunno.

Peter: Maybe there IS a burglar! :o

Mike: Mick, you take the bat this time. My foot's still screamin'. ;)

Micky: *nods* Okay. *lifts the bat over one shoulder*

Peter: (Points at the now-open door to his and Davy's room) The burglar came from our room! I hope Davy's ok! :o

Mike: Don't worry, Pete, we'll be ok. (Points at the dark shadow coming out of the room) Ok, Mick, attack!

Micky: Ahhhh! *swings the bat wildly over the person's head*

Mike: Holy SHIT! Dave, is that you? :o

Peter: Davy, are you all right? (Eyes tear; whimpers)

Davy: Better if I didn't nearly 'ave my 'ead taken off! :P

Peter: Oh, Davy, we're so sorry! (Grabs Davy and hugs him, crying) We thought you were a burglar! :((

Davy: I thought you guys were really big mice! :P ;)

Mike: Pete, stop crushin' him.

Peter: I'm just happy he's ok!

Mike: Ok, ok, that's enough, guys. Mick, do you think you and Davy could tone it down enough that we could all get some sleep tonight?

Micky: Tone what down? :-/

Davy: Yeah, wot are you talking about?

Mike: If you gotta make noise, do it into your pillows.

Peter: You guys are so noisy, we can't sleep! :p

Micky: Noisy? Guys, what are you talking about?

Mike: Mick, you snore. Loudly.

*Micky's mouth drops open to say something, but his jaw just hangs open instead.* ;)

Peter: Davy, I don't want to hear what you did on your date last night at 3AM! :p

Davy: But, uhh...

Mike: Just keep it to yourselves from now on, ok? We've all gotta get some shut-eye for tomorrow's gig.

Micky: Okay.

Mike: (Grabs his pillow and blanket) Night, fellas. (Goes back upstairs)

Micky: Night, guys. *waves and heads after Mike*

Peter: (Calls upstairs) Night, Mike! Night, Mick!

Davy: Might as well 'ead back ourselves.

Peter: (Nods) I don't like the dark much. It's so scary! (His eyes brighten for a minute) Hold on. I'll be right back! (He takes a flashlight and goes over to a box. He opens the box and tosses things left and right, finally coming up with a pair of earmuffs) I'm glad I didn't get rid of these when I left New York!

Davy: Very funny, Petah. :P ;)

Peter: (Plops the orange earmuffs over his ears with a big grin) Ok, now we can go to bed. ;)

*Davy sighs.*

(And the two do so, plunging the screen into darkness as Peter turns off his flashlight and the two remaining figures head for the downstairs bedroom.)