Everyone ready to hit the country club?

Mike: Nahhh. I ain't the country club type. I'll catch up with you guys later.

Peter: I am.

Micky: I am! ;)

Davy: Sure ;)

(We open at the country club's tennis courts. Peter, Micky, Lauren, Davy, and Daphne stroll to the courts from the locker rooms. Peter wears a tie-dyed T-shirt, navy shorts, his usual mis-matched socks, beads, and sneakers. Davy and Daphne wear white shirts with black trousers and black bow ties.)

Peter: (Looks around) I wonder who invited you guys to join? I've belonged to this club for about two years, but only because Val's belonged for her entire adult life and wanted someone to play tennis with who was at her level.

Micky: *Shrugs; he and Lauren wear polo shirts and shorts* I don't know, but they've got good taste!

Davy: I don't know 'bout that, mate. They invited you an' Lauren an' not Daph n' me.

Peter: But you guys did get jobs here.

Davy: Waiters and the entertainment four times a day. (Sighs) Just as well that I ain't that great of a tennis player.

Micky: I can't wait to play!

Peter: There should be plenty of people to take on down at the tennis courts.

Davy: Wish we could at least watch you, but we're due at work soon.

Peter: You guys watch out, ok? Mike took a good long sniff at those invitations, and he said he smelled something familiar...and unpleasant.

Micky: I'm sure everything will be fine.

Peter: I'm not so sure. For once, I agree with Mike's paranoia. Why would you two recieve invitations out of the blue? Val and I didn't send them.

Davy: Yeah! No one's ever asked any of us besides Val and Pete to join before.

Micky: Maybe someone finally heard I'm a good player! Lauren's not too shabby, either!

Peter: It's not your skills I'm questioning, Mick. (A man and a woman in obviously expensive, crisp tennis whites pass them, chattering and laughing.) This is not exactly your crowd. It's not even my crowd. This place is really high-class. The don't use paper napkins in the restaraunt, Mick.

Micky: And?

Peter: You know your next-door neighbors? These are THOSE kind of people. That's why Val and I don't come here more often.

Micky: I don't care. I just wanna play here.

Peter: Well, all right. Don't say I didn't warn you.

("Words" begins as Davy and Daphne turn around and head for the restaraunt and Micky, Lauren, and Peter make for the courts. Peter starts off playing Micky, while Lauren watches.)

(The man and woman we saw earlier go up to Micky, impressed with his playing, and offers to play a friendly little tennis match with him and Lauren. Peter steps away, claiming he saw some of his old friends.)

(The man shakes Micky's hand. Shall we have a go at it, old sport?)

*Micky nods. Sure!*

(They separate. The man and woman go on one side. Micky and Lauren go on the other. The man hits it lightly over to Micky's side.)

*Micky slams the ball diagonally across the court, just barely staying in when bouncing and out of reach of the man.*

(The man makes a face and hits it back to him...but Micky just hits it harder and he misses.)

(The woman pats him on the shoulder. There there, dear. We'll get them next time. She sends the ball over to Lauren next.)

*Lauren slaps a line drive back, between both of them.*

(They make faces. Well, how un-sporting! Peter sits on the bench and watches, a box of organic popcorn in his hand.)

(The man and woman walk off in a huff. We next get two older women who were impressed with their playing and want to take them on. The first woman just lightly sends the ball over to Micky...but he hits it so hard, it goes right under her arm and keeps going!)

(Lauren hits the next ball so hard, the women duck!)

(The women run off screaming as the music ends. Peter joins Micky and Lauren, shaking his head. He tosses his empty box of popcorn in the trash.)

Peter: See, guys? You have to be gentle with these people. They're not ready for Savages.

Micky: Those ladies knew we played hard! They were watching us!

Peter: Yes, but I don't think they were expecting it to be THAT hard. (Looks around) I wonder if anyone else is around who would want to play you guys after that display?

Voice from behind Micky and Lauren: Would you like to take us on?

(Sheila, Alex, and Zelda strut onto the court. All three wear their tennis outfits from the first part again.)

Peter: (Narrows his eyes) What are you three doing here?

Sheila: Why, we're members. I've been a member of this club for years!

Micky: Wonderful.

Sheila: What, afraid we might be better than you, Savage?

Micky: No, I just don't feel like playing people who've tried to kill us before.

Sheila: We'd certainly be better competition than those old biddies who just ran off. (Smirks) Can't stand the though of playing a REAL tennis pro? I happen to be quite good.

Micky: *sighs* If it means you'll leave us alone afterwards, then fine.

Peter: Sheila...

Sheila: We promise, it'll be a good, sporting game. There will be no cheating. I want to see what you're made of.

(Sheila goes to the left side, Micky to the right. She serves.)

(Zelda, Peter, and Alex watch as Micky and Sheila furiously hit the ball back and forth, now one winning, now the other. Sheila finally gives the ball a furious backhand that Micky can't catch, even with his longest stretch.)

Sheila: (Grins) That's game, set, and match. I win, Savage, and I won fairly.

Micky: *Shakes his head* I don't believe it.

Sheila: I don't need to cheat at tennis, Dolenz. (Blows on her fingers) I'm just that good.

Peter: (Eyes widen) Wow.

Sheila: None of you can come anywhere close to me. I've been working on my tennis game since the game's been in existance.

Lauren: How about you play someone who's an even more unorthodox player than Micky?

Sheila: (Smirks) Why not? I rarely get to challenge a woman player besides Zelda who's at my level.

Peter: (Grins as Micky grumbles and joins them) Come on, Mick. Losing to a woman's not that bad. You lose to Lauren all the time. (Offers him some of another box of popcorn) Want some?

Micky: But Lauren's my wife. I'm SUPPOSED to lose to her. *Grabs a handful of popcorn and shoves it in his mouth.*

Peter: You can't be great at everything, Micky. No one can beat how long Sheila's been playing. And no, she didn't cheat. I watched the whole game very carefully.

*Micky just continues to munch popcorn.*

Sheila: (As Lauren takes Micky's place on the other side) Ready to lose, Mother?

Lauren: Not likely, Sheila.

*The two women go back and forth with who leads, but in the end, Lauren is the victor.*

Sheila: (Makes a face, but finally shakes Lauren's hand) You're a good player, Mother. Darn good show.

Lauren: *nods* Thanks, Sheila. You're a good player, too.

Peter: (Looks at his watch) You know, it's getting late. Why don't we head for the locker rooms, then go to lunch?

Sheila: We have a previous engagement. Ta ta, darlings! Thanks for the games! (She, Alex, and Zelda walk off. Sheila makes a face) Blast it! I know they're good players, because you two are darn good players, but I didn't know they were THAT good.

Sheila: We need a way to trap all of them...and lure other souls in, too.

Sheila: Alex, have you been working on that soul collector machine you made last year? The one you tried to use at the concert?

Alex: *Folds his arms* Any brillian ideas?

Sheila: I was thinking we could try setting it up around the courts. They do tournaments here. Lots of big crowds.

Sheila: We need to talk to Belavarg about the traps he was going to set up for the Guardians, too.

Alex: *Nods* Might be worth a chuckle.

Sheila: Yes, it certainly would. (Grumbles) I wish there was a way we could find out exactly what that ass is up to. One doesn't just up and reappear out of the blue, especially when one is a demon.

Sheila: (Turns to Alex) Maybe we could figure something out on the way to lunch.

Alex: Yeah...

(We fade out as the three laugh evilly and make their way to the locker rooms...and the three Monkees go in the oppsite direction, laughing and chattering.)