Everyone ready to rehearse for your gig?

Mike: You bet, darlin'.

Peter: Yeah! :D

Micky: Better believe it.

Davy: Of course!

(We open in the kitchen. Peter is already there, making eggs, bacon, and bowls of hot cereal for him and Davy. He wears his famous orange footie pajamas with the blue bunny and night cap.)

Peter: (As Micky stumbles out, he beams) Good morning, Micky! Did you sleep well? :)

Micky: **rubbing at an eye with the palm of one hand* Yeah, good. Morning...bad. :P ;)

Peter: (Frowns) What's wrong with mornings? (Indicates the pan) Look, I made everyone breakfast! :D

Micky: *perks up a bit* Food? Pete, you said a magic word. :D

Peter: I did? (Looks around) I didn't turn anything into frogs, did I? :o

Micky: *chuckles* No, but mentioning food first thing in the morning around me is the best way to wake me up. ;)

Peter: Well, why didn't you say so? I would have told you food was ready sooner! :D (He puts out a plate of bacon and eggs as Davy stumbles into the kitchen)

Davy: Tea...need tea... :P I-)

Micky: *grins* Yeah, he's as much of a morning person as I am. What with all those late nights... ;)

*Davy, bleary-eyed, still manages to swat at Micky, but Micky ducks and sticks his tongue out. Davy drops into a chair at the table.* :P

Peter: (Chuckles) Tea coming up, Davy? What kind? Green? Orange?

Davy: All of the above, Petah. *thumps his head on the table*

Peter: Um, I'll just give you green tea. That's what I'm having. I like tea, too. (He takes two mugs down from the cabinets and plops two tea bags in them) How about you, Mick? Tea?

Micky: *shrugs* Tea, coffee, whatever you got.

Peter: I'll just put out some tea for you, too. Orange? Green? Lemon? :)

Micky: Lemon sounds good. Thanks, Pete. :)

Peter: (Nods) You're welcome, Mick. (He puts a tea bag in another cup as Mike stumbles out) Good morning, Michael! How did you sleep? :)

Mike: (Glares at Peter) Too damn CHEERFUL in the mornin'. :p (Grabs a chair and plops down, his eyes half-closed)

Peter: (Gulps) Um, would you like some tea or coffee?

Mike: (Mutters) Coffee. :p

Peter: (As he loads up the coffee pot) Did you sleep well last night, Michael? :)

(Mike just grunts and crosses his arms sleepily. :p )

Peter: How do you like your eggs?

Mike: On a plate.

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Pulling teeth would be easier right now. :P

Peter: When do you want to start rehearsal?

Mike: When I can think. :p

(Peter puts down a plate of fried eggs and bacon in front of Mike, who just stares at it blearily.)

Peter: (hands Davy his bowl of cereal) Here you go, Davy. Would you like some bananas or sugar on that?

Davy: I'll take a banana, thanks.

Peter: (Slices two bananas and puts them on Davy's and his cereal, then joins the guys) Here you go, Davy. (Frowns at the still-staring Mike) Michael, what's wrong? Are you going to eat?

Mike: (Snaps up) Huh? (Looks at his eggs like he's never seen them before) Oh, yeah, guess so.

(There's awkward silence around the table as everyone eats. Mike goes and gets his coffee, gulps it, and goes for another cup. He gulps THAT and goes for thirds.)

Peter: Michael, all that caffene is so bad for you! :p

Mike: Don't give me that shit. I need it to get through the day. And don't tell me it'll stunt my growth, either. I've drunk coffee since I was six years old. I think it accelerated my growth. :p ;)

Davy: Mate, 'e's just trying to be 'elpful. :P

Mike: He ain't my mother.

Micky: So?

Peter: I just wanted to be nice! You only drank three cups of coffee in a row! That's not normal! :((

Mike: Pete, you did this with Stephan, too. I ain't up for this at this hour of the mornin'. SOME of us didn't get much shut-eye last night. :p

Davy: Is that wot's really bothahring you, Mike?

Mike: Just worried 'bout the gig. We ain't never played for anyone 'sides Mick's mom and a couple of girls on the beach before.

Peter: Michael, we're GOOD! I know we are! We'll be all right. :)

Micky: Yeah, man, we'll do just fine! :D

Mike: And I really didn't sleep that well last night. Steve n' Pete don't make that much noise. :p

Peter: Well, the house makes noise. I'm sure we'll all get used to it in time. :)

Micky: *makes a face* I didn't hear any noise. :-/ ;)

(Mike just mutters again. :p)

Micky: What?

Peter: (Shakes his head as Micky goes for seconds on the eggs and bacon) I still can't believe how much you eat in one sitting, Mick.

Micky: *shrugs* I'm hungry.

Mike: And you were complainin' about my coffee habits? He eats more than the rest of us put together! :p

Davy: I'll vouch for that. :P

Peter: Why don't we get dressed and start rehearsal? I'll clean up the mess.

Davy: Fine with me.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah, we'll work on a couple of songs, then the Woody needs work, and we'll need to work on songs, and...

Peter: What about the beach?

Mike: It'll be there when we're done.

Mciky: Just a little more. *reaches for what's left of the food* ;)

Davy: First we gotta pry 'im away from the food. ;)

Peter: Micky, if you keep eating it like that, there won't be any left by the end of the week! :p

Davy: Think you'll 'ave to make less for breakfast, Petah. ;)

Mike: Yeah, man, and unless you're gonna suddenly make money or food appear outta thin air or grow it yourself, I'd suggest you slow down.

Micky: I'm just saving it from going bad, that's all! :P

Mike: That reminds me, we need to get someone to check the refrigerator. It was making a funny noise last night.

Micky: I can do that!

Mike: Since when were you an expert in refrigeration?

Micky: I'm good at repairs and such. I like mechanical things.

Mike: Yeah, so do I, but I've never done somethin' this big. I may be takin' my life into my hands by sayin' this but...ok, Mick, you can give it a shot. (Puts up a finger) AS LONG as you don't end up costin' us more money in the end.

Micky: *drags a finger making a cross over his heart* I SWEAR it won't cost any more in the end!

Mike: All right, then, Pete, you clean up, then we'll do our rehearsal and Mick can work on the fridge.

Peter: (Nods and finishes off his cereal; between bites) Right, Mike.

Davy: And I'll 'ave plenty of time for me date aftah the re'earsal. ;)

Mike: Date? What about our gig?

Davy: *grins* She's coming TO the gig, mate. She'll be front row. ;)

Micky: *sighs* Typical Davy. Can't go anywhere without a girl. :P ;)

Mike: Yeah, well, your love life is your love life. As long as it doesn't distract you from the band, I don't care how many girls you chase. :p

Davy: Of course not, mate! ;)

Micky: That's why he meets up with the girls beforehand so that he can get all the kissing done before the gig and finish after. ;)

Davy: Come 'ere! *swats at Micky* :P

(Mike rolls his eyes; Peter turns the color of his pajamas. :"> 8-| )

Mike: (Grabs Davy) You, eat. (Glares at Micky) You, finish eatin' and get crackin' on the fridge.

Davy: I'm eating. :P

Micky: *finishes* I'll go work on the fridge. ;)

Mike: See that you do. (Sips his third cup of coffee.)

*Micky goes upstairs and comes back, tool box in hand as the early version of "Words" begins. He opens the fridge door and leans in...and stands frozen.* ;)

(Mike goes upstairs to get dressed. Peter cleans up, doing the dishes and whistling along with the music.)

*Davy goes for the phone and pulls out a full-sized binder. The label on the front reads "A-D." He opens the binder to the first page and dials.* ;)

*Micky still remains frozen, staring into the fridge.*

(Mike comes downstairs, dressed in his usual jeans-and-wool-hat of the early first season. He taps Micky on the shoulder and indicates the inside of the fridge, his face basically saying "Get crackin', boy!" ;) :p)

*Micky nods, dazedly, his face responding, "The fridge has me mesmorized."* ;)

(Peter goes upstairs and gets dressed, coming back down in his gray-and-purple striped shirt and jeans. Peter joins Mike and frowns, indicating the fridge.)

(Mike grabs the tool box, shoves it in Micky's hands, and storms off. Peter shrugs and goes after him.)

*Davy flips a few pages in his binder and a smaller one flies out, smacking Micky in the back. Micky spins around, looking for who or what hit him. Davy's back on the phone again, so Micky shrugs and finally starts to work of the fridge. He grabs a popsycle while checking the hinges.* ;)

(Peter picks up Black Beauty and hands her to Mike. He grabs her and glares at Peter, checking his guitar. Peter's face scrunches up like he's going to cry. Mike grumbles and hands Peter his bass, which at least calms his tears.)

*Davy jots something down on a notepad, then goes to another binder. This one is labeled "E-K."*

(Peter leans over Davy's shoulder, reading his binder.)

*Micky flicks his popsicle stick in the trash and sees Peter looking in Davy's binder. He waves Peter off, so as to say "Don't look at that!" since Davy's too preoccupied in being on the phone. Micky turns back to the fridge, this time pulling out an apple, and moves around to check out the back.*

(Mike is writing a song. Peter tries to look over his shoulder, but he just turns away. Peter frowns and goes to help Micky instead.)

*Micky sees Peter join him and begins to babble about the inner workings of the fridge, but he's talking WAY too fast for any of it to make sense.* :P ;)

(Peter just scratches his head, pulls out an apple, and goes back to the bandstand. Mike goes to the fridge to see how the work is coming.)

*Micky is now moving around the fridge with a fantastic rendition of the Tazmanian Devil.* ;)

(Mike grabs Micky by the shoulder and asks him what in the HECK he's doing to their refrigerator...then puts up a fist to show what he'll do if he doesn't finish and do it right. Peter gets between them - guys, no fighting! :p :( )

*Micky, who holds a tool in each hands, throws his arms out to his sides. He IS doing work, and doing it right! Unfortunately, he's flailing a little too close to the other two.* ;) :P

(Peter gets aside, but he clonks Mike on the head, knocking him out. Peter squawks and goes to Mike's side, calling for first aid and bandages. :o )

*Davy remains hung up with using the phone and misses the entire exchange in front of the fridge.* :P

*Micky stops cold, seeing what he did, then promptly goes back to working on the fridge, hoping that when Mike comes to,he won't remember who clonked him.*

(Cut to the bandstand as the song ends. Mike sits with Black Beauty in his lap and an ice pack on his head. Peter fusses over Mike’s head. Davy is still on the phone.)

Mike: Ok, guys, let's get started with the rehearsal.

Peter: All right! :D (Runs to his keyboard)

Mike: Would anyone else care to join us, or is it just gonna be keyboards, bass, and lead guitar today? :p

*There's a loud clanking sound, like someone using a screwdriver for a hammer, coming from the fridge.* ;)

Micky: Almost got it!

Mike: Mick, what are you doin' to that poor fridge? (Gets up, but the ice pack almost slides off his head and he flinches) Ow. :p

Peter: Hey, Davy, you gonna join us? We're going to start playing! :D

*Davy, still with the receiver to his ear, holds up an index finger. He's almost ready.*

Mike: Look, we've gotta get started NOW if we're gonna get any practicin' done. :p

*The fridge suddenly hisses back to full-life as Micky steps out, grinning proudly.* :D

Mike: Ok, Mick, get behind the drums and we'll get started...IF Casanova Jones is finished chasin' every girl in Malibu Beach. :p

Davy: *hangs up* Wait, just one more! *Micky grabs his collar as he walks by and drags him to the bandstand with him* Or maybe not. :P ;)

Micky: *motions to Davy* Ta da!

Mike: Davy, man, don't you have ENOUGH dates? :p

Davy: Well...

Micky: Dave, don't answer that. We'll never get to rehearse. :P ;)

Peter: (Blushes) I wish I were that good talking to girls. I never know what to say to a girl.

Mike: (Mutters) Yeah, me either. Girls don't get my music. :p

Micky: And Davy's got too much to say. ;)

Davy: I wouldn't talk, Dolenz. When you get to yammering with the birds... ;)

(Peter and Mike chuckle. ;) )

Micky: Aw, shut up! :P ;)

Mike: Yeah, well, please keep your yammering with birds to your off-hours, please. Not while we're rehearsin' or performin'. I don't care what you do before or after, but try to keep your minds on the music while we have a gig. :p

Micky: No problem. *elbows Davy* ;)

Davy: Right, mate. *returns Micky's elbow* ;)

Mike: Ok, guys, let's get goin', then. (We lead into a performance video from the first season for "She." When the song is done, Peter beams.)

Peter: We're good! We're really good! I've never felt this kind of vibe with anyone I've played with before! :D

Mike: We're ok.

Micky: Okay? Man, we were rockin'! :D ;)

Davy: I thought it was good, too. :)

Mike: Yeah, well, we gotta be GREAT. I want us to tear that place apart. One more time. (We launch back into the song, the camera panning to the window. When it pans back, the sun is high in the sky. Micky and Davy are NOT happy. Peter's upset. Mike frowns as an instrumental song ends.)

Mike: Ok, guys, that wasn't bad. One more...

Peter: Michael, I think we need some rest.

Mike: But...

Micky: I'm not playin' anymore! My feet have gone dyslexic and my hands have gone on strike! :P

Davy: Do you know 'ow my my apology dates are going to cost me? :P ;)

Mike: Could you think about somethin' besides chicks for five minutes? (Growls) Fine, we'll take a breather. I just want us to make a good impression tonight.

Peter: Michael, so do I, but you can't keep pushing us.

Mike: I want you all to play your best.

Micky: I thought we were?

Peter: Michael, no one's perfect.

Mike: I know that! I just thought we were shaky on the endin'.

Peter: Michael...

Mike: Pete, could you please stop bein' my mother? I ain't crazy 'bout the one I got. I don't need you eggin' me on, too. :p

Peter: (Tears spring to his eyes) I was just being nice! :(

Mike: I know what I'm doin', Pete.

Peter: Have you ever lead a band before?

Mike: Well, not a big one, but yeah, I've been in bands. Had a trio with a couple of buddies in Texas, then went as a duo, and I was in that big folk outfit.

Peter: Michael, let us rest. I know you're scared, but I am, too. We'll be all right. :)

Mike: I ain't scared. Just...nerves, that's all. This is the first time we've played for a public that wasn't beachgoers or Mrs. Scott.

*Micky is already snoring, leaned over the drumkit.*

Mike: Man, Mick... (Shakes his shoulder) Mick, that ain't no place to nap! :p

*Micky just changes his snoring.* :P ;)

Davy: No use, Mike. 'E can sleep ANYwhere. :P

Mike: No kiddin'. Maybe we could dump him in a chair or somethin'. He sleeps there, he'll be too sore to play the gig tonight. :p

Davy: We could even prop 'im against a wall, make no mattah to 'im. ;)

Mike: How about we lay him against the wall? I don't want him complainin' 'bout a sore back while he plays.

Peter: Guys...

Davy: *nods* It won't be the first time. ;)

Mike: Yeah, well, I don't want anythin' goin' wrong with this gig. Could lead us to more work. (The pull Micky away from the drums and lay him against the wall, still snoring.)

Peter: What do we do now?

Mike: Whatever you want. (Looks at Davy) Within reason. Just be back in time to get ready for the gig.

Peter: (Looks out to the beach) I think I'll go out on the veranda and work on some songs. :)

Davy: *grins* Thanks, Mike! *heads for the door* I'll be back! ;)

Peter: (Looks out the door) Where is he going?

Mike: Where else? (Makes a face as Davy puts his arms around two girls on the beach and walks off with him) One of these days, his playin' tomcat is gonna get him into a heap of trouble. :p

Peter: But he's not a cat! He's a boy!

Mike: (Rolls his eyes, then continues) I've gotta run downtown. I have a, um, few things to do at the courthouse.

Peter: You're not on trial, are you? :o

Mike: No. I gotta talk to my wi...ex-wife. :p

Peter: (Frowns) Oh, Michael, I'm sorry.

Mike: Don't be sorry, Pete. Ain't nuthin' to do with you guys. Just didn't work out. She wanted someone who could give her a family, not a guitar and a record. I want my music. She don't. End of story.

Peter: I just don't want you to be so sad. You'll find another girl! :)

Mike: (Shakes his head) I ain't fallin' into that trap twice, Pete. Davy can chase all the chicks he wants to and bring Mick along for the ride, but I got my music, and that's all I need.

Peter: (Quietly) Do you believe that?

Mike: (Quietly) Is there a reason I shouldn't? (He turns away before Peter can see the look of sadness on his face)

Peter: (Shakes his head) I wish I could make him feel better. (He finally pulls a blanket over the still-snoring Micky and goes out on the veranda as the camera fades out)