Everyone ready to find out what happened to Davy?

Mike: Figures kid would get himself caught.

Micky: Definitely!

Peter: He shouldn't have gone alone!

Daphne: Yes! :-O

(We open back at the restaurant. Mike is looking around impatiently.)

Mike: Where's Davy? Where's our drinks?

Peter: Don't be so impatient, Michael. He may have got to chatting with Daphne and lost track of time.

Emma: Micky DID ask for a big sandwich.

Micky: That's right.

*Daphne comes out of the kitchen, tray of drinks in hand. She heads for the groups' table.*

Mike: Daphne, what took so long? Is everythin' ok back there? Where's Dave?

Daphne: Davy got a tip on the VIPs and Bela’s hangout. He went to check it out.

Mike: He couldn't have brought us along?

Peter: He might have thought it would be easier to check alone.

Daphne: *Hands out the drinks* That is what he thought. He said he wouldn't be very long.

Peter: Then he should be back any minute!

Daphne: Yes, he should... *Her communicator goes off; pulls it out.*

Davy: *over the communicator* Hello, luv. Looks like I found them, alright.

Daphne: You found them? Great!

Mike: He found them? The Devils and demons?

Davy: Yes, I did. They seem to have found one of the bus boys, too. :P

Daphne: (To the others) He found them, and they have one of the bus boys. (To the communicator) Davy, are you still under the main building?

Davy: I entered under the main building, so I probably am. It was a little bit of a walk to get here.

Daphne: I can't get off duty, but I'll send the others to help you. What are they doing down there? Can you tell?

Davy: Stella's tickling with her boa, Belavarg's supervising, Zelda's watching, and Alex...shit! Daph, I think they're onto me. I'm gonna try imaginin' outta here...

Daphne: Davy! (Her eyes widen) DAVY! (She shakes her communicator) Damn it! I heard a "thud," and then some voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying!

Mike: Shit. They must be onto him.

Peter: I hope he's ok.

Daphne: Oh no...

Micky: What're our chances that he was able to get out of there, do you think?

Mike: Probably slim. Daph, can you feel him?

Daphne: *Sighs* Vaguely. I think that thud was him falling after losing consciousness. :

Mike: Shit. Did he say exactly where he was under the main buildin'?

Daphne: *Shakes her head* He only said it was under the main building. He didn't even say where he heard it from.

Peter: What are we going to do now?

Mike: (Looks at his watch) Why don't we head over to the main building to see if we can find that entrance, and maybe talk to some other club members and find out who else has been disappearin'? (Turns to Daphne) I hate to say it, Daph, but you're gonna have to stay here. It'll be too suspicious if you just leave after so many people have already vanished from the kitchen.

Daphne: *Nods* I wouldn't want to do that to Al, anyway. *smiles* I know you'll find Davy.

Peter: (Nods) Especially after he's been so nice to us, and such a help. (Grins at Micky, who is inhaling his sandwich) And made such a wonderful sandwich for Micky.

*Micky nods, his mouth to full for even him to talk.*

Mike: Oh yeah, thank Al for his help when you get back there. Micky loves his sandwich. He's breakin' his own eatin' records.

Daphne: *grins* I will, especially since Al was kinda grumbling about putting that sandwich together.

Micky: *Swallows* Grumbling about what?

Daphne: Stuffing on a sandwich. *shrugs*

Micky: Yeah. So?

Daphne: I have no idea.

Micky: *Snorts* That's a professional for ya.

Peter: Well, stuffing IS bread, and a sandwich is bread...

Daphne: That makes sense.

Micky: *Around a bite* Again...so?

Lauren: Mick, you're impossible.

Emma: That's an awful lot of bread, Mick.

*Micky makes a negative, questioning sound, with his mouth full.*

Mike: (Looks at his watch) We'd better get goin'. We're gonna wanna talk to people before the sun goes down.

Peter: Daphne, why don't you keep an ear out and see what you can find out from the people eating here? The dinner crowd will be in soon.

Mike: (Nods) Talk to Al, too. Tell him to keep an ear out, too.

Daphne: I will. If either of us hear anything, I'll let you know.

Mike: Right. (Nods) Let's go, everyone.

(They head out to the paths behind the main building. Mike looks up, sniffing.)

Mike: Why do I smell...somethin' weird...comin' from the golf course?

Peter: (Groans) Jessie and Nyles must still be chasing the gopher out there.

Micky: *Sniffs* Mike, for once, you're not the only one to catch a smell. I know that smell. It's a chemical. They must be trying to gas him out.

Peter: Are they crazy? They'll kill the grass on the course!

Emma: Not to mention anyone trying to play on it.

Lauren: We are talking about Nyles and Jessie here.

Mike: Maybe we'd better run over there and see if we can talk to them.

Micky: *Nods* We'd better before they break out anything worse.

(Cut to the golf course. Jessie and Nyles surround one hole, both staring into it. Jessie has a rife. Nyles has a golf club.)

Jessie: (Coughing from the gas) Do you think we got him, Nyles?

Nyles: *Coughs* We'll find out if he doesn't show up again.

Mike: Guys! (The others run up at this point, all coughing) What in the HELL are you doin'?

Jessie: Oh, hi Mike! Have you seen a gopher around?

Mike: (Coughs) No, and no one will with all this gas!

Micky: *Coughs* There's better ways of flushing that gopher out than all this gas!

Nyles: *Snaps his fingers* Flushing! That's it! I'll get the hose!

Jessie: Yeah! Let's go! I know where it is!

Peter: Um, guys...

Mike: Nice goin', Mick.

Micky: What did I do?

Emma: This can't be a good idea. They'll flood the golf course!

Mike: We've gotta stop them!

(They run after Nyles and Jessie. Cut to Elaine, who is back on the course in a different outfit, playing a sand trap hole through. She's about to hit the ball out of the sand trap when Nyles and Jessie come running over with the hose, followed by the others.)

Mike: Guys, no! Don't!

Peter: You'll flood the grounds!

Jessie: We've got him! We've got him! We... (The water from the hose hits Elaine square on, soaking her and the ground under her feet.)

Elaine: What are you DOING?

Mike: Uh, sorry ma'am.

*Micky snickers, turning his back to hide it.*

Elaine: You should be more careful! I ought to report you to the... (stamps her foot on the now-muddy sand trap)...ahhh! (She slips and falls face-first onto the sand trap, her neat green-and-white outfit now covered with yellow gunk.)

Jessie: Um, uh...sorry!

*Micky wanders away, laughing harder. Lauren goes after, swatting at him.*

Mike: Um, yeah...we've gotta go. Yeah. (He heads off. Peter just shrugs and leaves Elaine to squawk and Jessie and Nyles.) Who was the nut who let those two walk around unsupervised? Where's Jack?

Micky: *Checks his watch* Jack's at the radio station.

Peter: (Points to the tennis courts) Isn't that your other neighbor, Micky? (A familiar man - Martin, Elaine's husband - sits on the side of the court, tying his shoe.)

Micky: *Sighs* Yeah, that's him.

Mike: You think we could get anythin' outta him?

Emma: (Shrugs) I've talked to him once or twice. When he's not around Elaine, he's a little stuck-up but not bad.

Mike: I think she has him real whipped.

Peter: Maybe we could see if he's up for a friendly game.

Mike: Didn't ya play him before, Mick?

Micky: *Nods* It was a close game, too.

Peter: Then he wouldn't mind if you played him again.

Mike: And we get some information outta him. I don't think his old lady is in any condition to talk to anyone right now.

Micky: *shrugs* Sure, why not.

Mike: Come on. (They all head down to the court. Martin is just wiping the back of his neck with a towel when they arrive)

Martin: (Nods and smiles a little) Hello Micky. How are you? I haven't seen you here in ages, since you were visiting with those friends of yours that one time.

Micky: *Smiles* I'm good, Martin. You?

Martin: Not bad. Just finished up some practice for the tournament. I'm going to meet Elaine and some of our pals for dinner at the restaurant. A real up-and-up thing, you know? Quite posh.

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Quite.

Peter: Tournament?

Martin: There's a big tennis tournament for all club members in less than a week! There's one for men and one for women. The winners get a silver cup, $1,000, and a year's free membership to the club.

Micky: Really?

Martin: (Nods) Really. It's a big deal. Very popular with the money crowd, if you know what I mean. Everyone who is EVERYONE will be there.

Mike: Can any member join?

Martin: (Nods) Yes. It's open to all club members.

Mike: (Turns to Micky and Lauren) You guys are pretty good. I think you might have a shot at this.

Martin: You were very good when we played each other last year.

Peter: Micky, would you and Lauren be interested in joining this? (Whispers in his ear) You could question a lot of club members this way. I'll join, too.

Micky: I'd love to join in!

Lauren: *Nods* I would, too.

Peter: (Out loud) I think I'll join as well. Represent me and my wife. She's a long time club member and a good tennis player, but she's pregnant right now and really can't join.

Martin: (Grins) How would you like some practice, Micky? I'll do a rematch with you right here and now. I'm not supposed to meet Elaine for another half-hour or so.

Micky: Sure! I'd love to!

Martin: I'm gonna win this time you know, Micky. (He goes to his side)

Mike: (He, Lauren, Peter, and Emma sit down on one of the benches on either side) This should be good.

Micky: We'll see about that, Marty. *Sends the ball back like a shot*

Martin: Got it! (He sends it back easily)

Micky: Marty, got a question... *Returns the ball* Have you noticed any of the club members go missing lately?

Martin: (Also returns the ball) Missing? Like, disappeared, vanished into thin air?

Micky: Yeah, like you've seen them every day for forever, then all of a suddenly, they've been gone a few days.

Martin: Now that I think about it... (goes after Micky's ball) I have seen a few people gone. Mostly young men, bored idiot movie stars or rock stars who suddenly got some money and decided they wanted to look classy. Not nearly as intelligent as even you.

Micky: *Smacks the ball* Thanks, I think.

Martin: You're... (goes after the ball - just barely hits it) welcome! (Frowns) You know, I was wondering what became of some of them. I assumed they'd dropped out of the club. Most of them were layabouts. Their own mothers probably wouldn't miss them for too long. (Hits the ball hard to the side)

Mike: (As they watch the ball go back and forth) God, these two are good.

Peter: He's not bad at all.

*Micky dives to make a return and misses.*

Martin: (Grins) I do believe that's game and match. It's getting late, and I have to meet my wife. (He extends his hand to Micky's) Good show there, sport. You're one heck of a player. I hope you do join the tournament.

Micky: *Nods* Thanks, Martin. I really do want to join in.

Martin: I hope you do. I'll need the competition. Elaine's not really a big tennis player. She prefers golf. She's coming from the courts now.

Emma: (Mutters to Lauren) Or what's left of her, after Jessie and Nyles got done with the golf courts.

*Lauren chuckles, nodding.*

Martin: Toodles! (He walks off towards the golf courts)

Mike: Let's go meet Daphne back at the restaurant and see if Davy's appeared.

Peter: I hope he's ok.

Micky: *Nods* Yeah.

Mike: We'll turn this place over top to bottom if he ain't...or Daph will.

Emma: Right.

(As they head back towards the restaurant, we cut back to the main building. The camera goes underneath, following footsteps down the dark, gray hallway to the big metal door. A figure enters the door. We see the same study again...only this time, Stella is the only one around. She's inspecting potions.)

Stella: (Smirks) Hello, lover. The other three are already here. They're just getting out of the pool.

Belavarg: Excellent.

Stella: Our little guest is in... (evil grin) the Sauna. He should be ready to handle shortly.

*Alex and Zelda enter, Davy between them. His eyes seem vacant.*

Stella: Ahh. I see he's been in the Sauna.

Alex: Yup. He plays along very nicely now.

Stella: Oh, this will be fun! Let's find out what he knows!

(Stella gently pushes Davy into the chair the bus boy was in earlier.)

Stella: (As she straps him in) Now, little Lord, we want to have some fun with you. (She pulls out one of her boas and runs it over his chest.) I wonder how long he was standing there? He may have told the others what he saw if he had the time.

Alex: Knowing the Guardians, he probably did tell them at least something.

Stella: (Runs her boa over his cheek) What did you tell them, little Lord?

Davy: I told them where you are.

Stella: (Looks at Belavarg) They know our exact location down here?

Davy: *Shakes his head* They only know you're under the main building.

Stella: Good. What else have you heard, little one?

Davy: I saw you messing with the bus boy.

Stella: (Makes a face) Don't worry, we put him back, safe and sound. He wasn't even that interesting. (Smirks) But he did make lovely bait. We were hoping to get all of you (runs her boa over Davy's chest) but you'll do.

Davy: *Grins a little* I like that.

Stella: (Runs it further) How about that?

*Davy chuckles.*

Stella: (Pulls it down to his crotch) And that?

*Davy wiggles a bit, giving a soft moan.*

Stella: (As she continues to pull the boa up and down his body) Any questions for our little Lordship, Belavarg?

(Stella starts to run her hands over Davy, enjoying it.)

Belavarg: What else do your friends know?

Davy: Just that you're all up to something.

Stella: Have you heard anything from the kitchen staff?

Davy: A lot of the help has gone missing. That's also how I found out you were down here.

Belavarg: How unfortunate.

Stella: (Makes a face) And I can guess who let the cat out of the bag.

Alex: *Drums his fingers* I had a feeling he'd be trouble.

Stella: We can't go after him. The kitchen staff is suspicious enough as it is.

*Alex just grumbles.*

Stella: (Runs her fingers down Davy's neck) Now Lord of the Manor, have you heard anything about the upcoming tournaments?

Davy: Just that the winner will receive a large sum of money.

Stella: (Looks up at Alex) How's those new drugs you mentioned coming?

Alex: They're coming along pretty well.

Stella: Will they be ready in time for the tournament?

Alex: They certainly will be.

Stella: Good. (She pulls the boa away very slowly) Let's take him back to the sauna until the tournament. We should be able to lure a few others by then. He'll have plenty of company.

Alex: Right.

Stella: (Into Davy's ear) We're going to return you to the Sauna, little one. You'll have fun there.

Davy: Fun.

Stella: Oh, lots of fun! (Looks up at Zelda) Miss Zelda will take you back there.

Zelda: *Takes Davy's arm* I certainly will.

Stella: (Turns to Belavarg and Alex as Zelda leads Davy away) That's it. They know. (Grins) That'll make this even more fun! They have to know he's missing by now.

Belavarg: I'm certain they do. We can use this to our advantage quite nicely.

Stella: Oh, this tournament will be wonderful fun! I can't wait to practice my backhand!

(Stella pretends to hit a ball as both Alex and Belavarg watch her...and the bubbling chemicals behind her, each with a rather nasty smirk on their face. We fade out on their smirk.)