Ok, everyone ready for an assault on the golf course...and to find out what the devils are up to?

Mike: Not really. I'm safer at home. :P

Peter: I'm ready!

Micky: I'm ready!

Davy: So am I.

(We open on the golf course. Micky, Lauren, and Peter make their way over.)

Peter: I thought we were going to meet Nyles and Jessie here, then go to lunch.

(Suddenly, we hear...the sound of a small rodent giggling. We see a brown blur, then see Jessie and Nyles, puffing.)

Jessie: Where is he? Where's that little rat?

Peter: Wha...what do you mean? What's going on?

Jessie: Nyles, did you see that little brown rat?

Nyles: I saw him! He ran right over my foot!

Jessie: Darn it!

Peter: Guys, WHAT'S GOING ON?

Jessie: (Turns to Peter...and blinks, grinning) Oh, hi Pete. I didn't see you.

(Peter rolls his eyes.)

Jessie: Well, Nyles and I were hired as groundkeepers in exchange for being able to use their golf courses, and we saw this little brown rat tearing up the courts, but now we can't get rid of him!

Peter: Brown rat?

Nyles: You know, furry rodent?

Peter: I don't think a brown rat would be tearing up a golf course. You must have found a groundhog or a mole.

Jessie: Well, whatever he is, he's out there and he keeps outrunning US!

(The brown blur goes past Jessie and Nyles in the other direction.)

Nyles: *Points* There he goes!

Jessie: If he eats the whole golf course, we'll lose our jobs...AND our membership!

(The blur goes again...this time between Lauren and Micky, nearly knocking Micky over!)

Jessie: And there he is AGAIN!

Peter: I thought you two were playing golf!

Jessie: (Makes a face) The club offered us jobs in exchange for being able to use the course whenever we wanted. This place is too expensive for us to play golf on all the time!

Micky: *Grabs a water net from use with the pool* I'm gonna get that rat!

Peter: Micky, wait! It's just a gopher or groundhog of some kind. I don't think...

(But we see the blur again as "Randy Scouse Git" begins. Jessie grabs Nyles and goes after it again. Peter shrugs and runs after them.)

(We see Elaine, Micky's neighbor from "California Christmas Stories," playing golf. She's about to hit the ball...but is nearly knocked over by a brown blur. When she rights herself, Nyles and Jessie nearly knock her over. She's just righted herself from them when Peter finally DOES knock her over. He helps her back to her feet.)

(Elaine is finally able to hit the ball, and we see it soar...right into Micky's net.)

*Micky makes a face and flips the net over, letting the ball drop out.*

(Elaine hits the ball again. She follows it...but trips over a brown blur in the process. We see three pairs of feet run over her. This time, it's Lauren who's nice enough to help her to her feet.)

(Cut to the last hole. Elaine looks over it very careful - she's less than three inches from the last hole! She's about to hit it when...a brown blur runs over it! Nyles, Jessie, Peter, Micky, and Lauren follow. When their dust subsides, the ball has been trampled into the ground! Elaine throws her club on the ground and jumps up and down on it.)

(Cut back to the five as the song ends. Everyone is panting and standing on the edge of the golf course, near the main buildings.)

Peter: Darn...it...

Jessie: That rat is one fast sucker!

Micky: There has to be a way to lure him out...

Jessie: We'll figure it out! Maybe he likes food or somethin'...

Peter: We could use bait!

Jessie: Yeah! What do brown rats eat?

Peter: (Looks at Micky and Lauren and winks) How about we get something from the kitchen?

Micky: Gladly!

*The trio heads inside. They go into what looks like a finely decorated restaurant with a huge open kitchen and an island dividing the room. A few tables have diners already eating. Several chefs run around the kitchen, responding to orders from the kitchen manager. The trio grab a table nearest the kitchen. Micky leans an elbow on the island, propping his chin in his hand, and watches food being prepared.*

Peter: (Nods) Whew! I'm glad I thought of this. We could have spent all year chasing that gopher with them! (Frowns; nods as Stella and the human Belavarg sit at a table) Hey, that's the demons!

Lauren: *Makes a face* Oh, great.

Micky: *Turns from the kitchen* What're they doing here?

Peter: Eating... (He leans over, straining to hear) I can't catch what they're saying!

Micky: *Groans* Peter...

Peter: You wouldn't have a tin can on you, would you, Mick?

Micky: *Seemingly pulls one out of nowhere* Right here. *hands it over*

*Lauren slaps her forehead.*

Peter: You're getting better at suppressing the light, Mick.

Micky: *Grins* Thanks, Pete!

Peter: Well, do you hear anything?

*Micky puts a finger to his lips as he listens.*

Micky: *After several moments; eyes widen* Belavarg OWNS the Club?

Peter: He WHAT?

Micky: That's what he said.

Peter: That explains the sudden invitations.

Lauren: It sure does.

Peter: They have to have reason for wanting us here.

*The manager glances into the dining area and sees the trio. He grabs a notepad and heads out of the kitchen toward the table. The man is in his forties, with round wire glasses and thinning spiky blond hair. He wears a black apron over a Hawaiian shirt. He appears tired and weary.*

Manager: Hi, folks. I'm sorry about the wait, but my waiter called out and I don't have anyone to fill in, so I've been doing it. Name's Al. What can I get for ya?

Peter: I'll have the roasted vegetable wrap and organic lemonade.

Lauren: I'll have the grilled chicken wrap with just a little ranch dressing and iced tea, unsweetened.

Al: *Slight grin* Unsweetened tea. You must be a hardy soul.

Lauren: *Grins* I suppose you could say that.

Micky: I think that was a shot at me... *pauses, then shrugs* And I'll have the steak wrap with au jus, a bowl of gaspacho, and the lemonade.

Al: *Tired smile* I get your orders right in for ya. *Heads back to the kitchen*

Peter: Poor guy. He really seems tired out.

Micky: *Nods* Yeah, well, we are just off of the lunch time rush.

Lauren: *Frowns* He's probably been running around for the last two hours trying to get everyone taken care of. This is a pretty large dining area.

Peter: (Looks over at the demons...and sees Sheila, Alex, and Zelda have joined them) Oh man...figures. Look who just appeared.

Micky: Oh, that's just wonderful.

Peter: Micky, can you hear them?

Micky: Pleasantries, so far, or about as pleasant as they get.

Peter: Witty insults?

Micky: *Nods* Yeah.

Peter: That settles it. They HAVE to be up to something if they're getting together!

Micky: Now, they're trying to out-boast each other.

Peter: (Shakes his head) Villains.

Micky: *Makes a face* Alex is trying to hit on Stella.

Lauren: Figures.

Peter: He's going to get a lot more than he bargained for with her.

Micky: *nods* Yeah...wait...Sheila wants to get down to business...

Peter: Good. Now we're getting somewhere.

*Al comes out of the kitchen with a tray full of food. He sets it on a tray table, then pauses, eyeing Micky's tin can.*

Al: Should I ask about that? *Motions to the can*

Micky: Uh, this? *Waves the can around, before setting it on the table* I was just, uh...

Al: Never mind. Here's your food, kids. *Hands out their plates and drinks.* Anyone need anything else?

Peter: No, I don't. (Frowns) You look like you need a rest, though.

Al: *Slight grin* Is it that obvious?

Micky: You look about ready to keel over.

Al: Honestly... *Nods* I like that. *motions to the empty chair* You mind?

Peter: Not at all. It wouldn't do for the manager to keel over in the middle of the floor!

Al: *Takes the seat* Man...I'm not as young as I used to be. *runs a hand through his hair*

Peter: None of us are. (Nods at the demons and devils) Hey...do you know anything about them? I think the man's your boss.

Al: *Glances over; makes a face, then sighs* Yeah, that's him. And the blonde next to him's hit on nearly everyone in the kitchen.

*Micky snorts.*

Al: Do you kids know them?

Peter: Let's just say we're more acquainted with them than we want to be.

Lauren: Wait, she's hit on "nearly everyone?" That doesn't sound like her.

Al: Uh, yeah. I'm the only one she hasn't tried, as far as I know.

*Micky snorts again.*

Al: *Glances at Micky* What... *Eyes widen* uh, kid, you don't have to hurry on my account. Dining room's open for several more hours.

Lauren: That's his normal eating speed.

Peter: He always does that.

Al: He doesn’t seem to breathe at all.

(doesn't seem)

Micky: *with his mouth full* This's how I eat, 'kay?

Peter: We've been trying to figure out how he does it for years.

Al: Are you human?

Micky: *Glares* Funny.

Lauren: *slugs Micky's arm* Stop it, Mick. Slow down and eat like normal people do.

Micky: Alright, alright, fine.

Al: I didn't mean anything by it, kid.

*Micky opens his mouth, but closes it and goes on eating, a little more slowly.*

Peter: (Nods at the demons and devils) Have you heard anything...strange...about them? I bet you hear a lot of things, working in the kitchen.

Al: Well... *Gets a good look at the devils; slowly turns to Micky and Lauren; opens his mouth, then motions* Should I ask?

Micky: *Flatly* No.

Peter: It's a long, complicated story we really can't get into here.

Al: *Nods* I'll take your word for it.

Peter: We think they may be using this place to lure people into giving up energy and...um...spirit.

Al: Great. I hate voodoo.

Peter: Has anyone gone...missing...lately?

Al: Some regulars that came in everyday, even more than once a day. Couple of my cooks I haven't heard from. The waiter that I'm filling in for. He never actually did call in.

Peter: (Raises an eyebrow) Interesting. Did the blonde woman ever flirt with him?

Al: *Nods* The last time he worked, couple days ago.

Peter: (Nods) I see. How about the other three? Ever seen them before? (Grins) Beyond their resemblance to my friends.

Al: Just the red-haired woman. She's been a regular for as long as I've been here. Hadn't seen the other two before today.

Peter: Has she ever tried to hit on you?

Al: *Shakes his head* Nope.

Micky: How do you rate, anyway? No one's hitting on you!

Al: *Dull glare* Thank you for pointing that out. *Holds up his left hand and points to his silver wedding band* I'm all set.

*Micky shrugs and goes back to his food.*

Peter: We need to talk to Davy and Daphne and find out if they've discovered anything.

Peter: (Looks at Al) Have you seen two waiters? Short brown-haired guy with a British accent and a taller black-haired girl?

Al: *nods* Yeah, worked with them a couple times. Matter of fact, they're on shift in about an hour and a half.

Peter: (Nods) That's right. They were going to do their act in the lounge first, then go on duty. Why don't we meet them there?

Micky: Works for me.

Peter: You guys ready? (Smiles at Al) Thank you, sir. The food was great.

(Peter stands, pushing his plate aside.)

Al: *Nods, also standing* You're welcome, kids. Thanks for letting me take a rest with you. I really needed it.

Peter: Anytime, sir. (Turns to Micky and Lauren) Let's go see if Davy and Daph have any information for us yet.

Micky: Right.

Lauren: But first... *Pulls out a couple bills* our tip. *Hands the bills to Al* We don't wanna be known as bad tippers.

Peter: (Nods) That's right.

Al: *smiles* Thanks, kids. I really appreciate that.

Peter: You're welcome. We appreciate the information.

(Peter, Micky, and Lauren head out as Al heads for the kitchen. Cut to the devils and demons' table as they walk out.)

Sheila: This will be very profitable for all of us, Belavarg. You want energy. I want souls.

Belavarg: *Nods* It's a win-win situation.

*Alex is shooting straws up at the ceiling. Some actually stick.*

Sheila: Alex, stop that. That's rude.

Alex: And we're model citizens?

*Zelda chuckles.*

Sheila: How did you propose to capture our victims?

Alex: Why don't we just use a sauna to lure them into and drug them?

Sheila: (Smirks) I LOVE it! (Turns to Belavarg) How does that sound to you?

Belavarg: I like it. That'll work.

Sheila: Maybe we should find a place for the saunas intended for victims that isn't so out in the open.

Belavarg: We can use one of our personal saunas. We have a private suite below the main building, saunas included.

Sheila: Perfect.

Stella: (Grins at Alex) So, what do you do with your spare time?

Alex: *Smirks* Got some free time? I'd be more than happy to show you.

Stella: (Returns his smirk) Maybe someday...

Zelda: *Slugs Alex's arm* Hey!?

Alex: Ow!

Stella: We'll see, handsome.

Belavarg: *Puts an arm around Stella* I rather doubt it, my dear.

Sheila: (Frowns; sees Peter and Micky's retreating backs) I do believe we were being spied on.

Stella: Hey, I know that guy! He's the blonde who almost killed us!

Sheila: (Narrows her eyes) I'm not surprised. He's very powerful, more than he knows.

Alex: *Nods* My brother briefly had a tin can for listening.

Stella: A tin can? (Giggles) How does he expect to hear anything with that?

Zelda: He's pretty resourceful.

Sheila: (Crosses her arms) Don't underestimate them. They may look like ordinary musicians and act like complete idiots sometimes, but they're more dangerous than they first appear.

Stella: (Makes a face) We learned that the hard way. The blonde turned our own plants on us!

Sheila: (Nods) He controls nature and plant life. It's where his Imagination is strongest.

Stella: (Grumbles) I wonder where that Knight is?

Sheila: Elsewhere. He never was fond of organized sports.

Stella: I wish he'd come. I want to get my hands on him.

Alex: Only if they dragged him kicking and screaming.

(Sheila coughs, trying to hide her growl.)

Stella: (Sighs) We've already lured a lot of really cute guys from here. Some of the ones in the kitchen were just so nice!

Sheila: Don't overdo it. People may become suspicious if too many members start disappearing all at once. (Looks at Alex) We've learned our lesson about that.

Alex: Or so I am constantly being reminded of.

Stella: We'll only take VIP members, and then only the REALLY hot ones. (Grins at Belavarg) Right, lover?

Belavarg: Exactly.

*In the background, from the kitchen, we see Al come out. He stops at the table where Peter, Micky, and Lauren sat and wipes it.*

Stella: (Shakes her head at Al as he cleans) That was the only one in the kitchen I wasn't interested in. I asked him what he was cooking and just got a lot of blather about science. I barely understood two words he said!

Alex: *Snorts* I understand the science part, but *Shakes his head* he don't do anything for me, other than that.

Zelda: *Watches with a slight smile* I like his glasses.

Alex: *rolls his eyes* Oh, please.

Stella: (Giggles again) I think you like him!

Sheila: He looks like a nerd.

Zelda: So what if he's a nerd?

Alex: Zel, give it a rest.

Sheila: He's too...much...for me. I like my men a little rougher around the edges.

Stella: I just like mine in bed.

Alex: I like your way of thinking, Stella.

Stella: Ahh, an intelligent man.

Sheila: Where?

*Al moves on to clean another table towards the back.*

Stella: I wonder where the blonde's wife is? The one who's pregnant?

Sheila: At home being guarded by the other women and the Knight, likely. I don't think they'll let her out of their sight again until after she has her child. We've been through this before, too.

Alex: I'm sure it's the equivalent of Fort Knox by now.

Stella: So if we want them, we have to get them here. What would bring the Knight here?

Sheila: Business opportunities.

Alex: The others in trouble.

Sheila: It's his sworn duty to protect others in danger...no matter what he thinks. His ancestor Sir Robert Del Naysmythe was a knight in the French army, and he kept that sense of duty with him for most of his life. It seems to have passed down to Michael. (Turns to Belavarg) You may recall him from before you left. He and I were...very close.

Belavarg: Ah, yes. I do recall him.

Sheila: He was a very strong, willful man. My sister and I found him half-starved in the French Alps, and we more-or-less nursed him back to health. (Growls) She gave him powers and turned him away from me before I could take his heart and soul.

Stella: So that's how they all got powers.

Sheila: (Nods) My sister gave them her powers, but filtered through the Light.

Stella: Which is why they're so different from yours.

Sheila: Right. (Looks at Alex) And we've discovered they have other interesting powers unrelated or only somewhat related to the ones my sister gave them...

Alex: Like my brother's temper tantrums.

Stella: Temper tantrums?

Sheila: The Savage becomes extremely strong when angered. Unfortunately, he can't control it. (Mutters) Something else Alex has discovered the hard way.

Alex: It's like being run over, pretty much.

Sheila: By a nuclear-powered tank.

Stella: Wow.

Sheila: We haven't yet figured out how to harness this extra power of the Savage's without getting steam rolled.

Stella: (Turns to Belavarg) You know, I don't think we've ever seen him get that mad.

Sheila: Trust me, you will soon enough.

Stella: What about the others?

Sheila: You saw the Knight's. He turns into a wolf when angered. The Bard sees lights he calls "auras" around people that lets him know their mental state. I'm not certain about the Lord of the Manor - I think his involves healing.

Stella: (Looks at her watch) Lover, I do believe we have to be elsewhere. We were going to meet a couple for a game. (She grins) Shall we meet tomorrow to discuss the new trap?

Sheila: (Nods) Yes, let's do.

Belavarg: Agreed.

Sheila: Until tomorrow...ta ta, darlings!

*We see Al crossing the dining room, tub of dirty dishes in hand. He glances over at the five beginning to disperse.*

Alex: *Puts an arm around Zelda* Lets go see what kind of fun we can find.

Zelda: *Grins* Anything you say, Alex.

(We fade out on the two of them walking out...and Al watching them.)