Everyone ready to save Mick? ;)

Mike: Yeah.

Peter: I hope he's ok!

Lauren: That bonehead... :P

Daphne: And Davy! :-O

(We open above the bleachers. Peter hurries out from under them and onto the stands, where Mike, Emma, Valerie, and Lauren watch the groundkeepers prepare for the men's tournament.)

Mike: Pete, where have you been? I didn't think it would take that long!

Peter: Mike, Micky's gone! I can't find him anywhere!

Lauren: What?

Mike: Probably got hungry and went for snacks.

Lauren: He knows about people disappearing. He wouldn’t just disappear for food!

Peter: I'll bet they grabbed him! Maybe he got too close to the machine!

Mike: We're gonna have to go lookin' for him. Did you see who took him or where they went?

Peter: No, only that he's gone!

Valerie: (Takes her husband's hand) Calm down, honey. It's not your fault.

Mike: (Nods) Right. Lauren, can you feel him?

Lauren: Yes, but he's not anywhere around here.

Mike: Can you tell exactly where he is?

Lauren: *Pauses a moment, closing her eyes* Underground. *opens her eyes* Somewhere underground.

Mike: Yeah, Davy said they were somewhere under the main buildin'. I wish Daph hadn't gone to work.

Lauren: That must be where Mick's ended up.

Mike: Do you think you could imagine yourself to where he is?

Emma: We have to get him back before the tournament!

Peter: And we'll need him to help find and dismantle that machine.

Lauren: I can try.

Mike: Em and I will go with you. Pete, you and Val stay here and look around for the machine more.

Peter: Right. It has to be here somewhere!

Emma: (Turns to Lauren) Are you ready? Can you still feel him?

Lauren: Ready. I can feel him...

Mike: Ok, darlin', then let's get into a shady spot so you can take us there. We don't need to be doin' this out in the open. Too many questions.

(The trio climb off the bleachers and off the courts, heading for a small grove of trees between the golf course and the tennis courts. We can see Nyles and Jessie chasing after a burrowing lump in the background.)

Mike: All right. I think we're safe to go now.

Lauren: Good. Here we go. *Concentrates; the three disappear*

(Cut to the same gray hallway. The trio reappear in front of the heavy metal door.)

Mike: This must be it.

Emma: Lauren, can you feel him?

Lauren: *Nods* Yes, it's stronger here.

Mike: Good. (Makes his sword appear) We're probably gonna need weapons here.

Lauren: *Makes her dagger appear* More than likely.

Mike: And we don't have the time to be subtle, so... (He slams the door open...to find just Belavarg sitting in the study, smirking.)

Belavarg: Welcome. I was expecting company.

Lauren: Where's Micky, you jerk!?

Mike: Let him go, Belavarg.

Belavarg: He's on his way to the Sauna.

Lauren: Sauna? What're you talking about? Why?

Belavarg: You ask a lot of question, little girl.

Lauren: *Shakes a fist* I'll give you questions!

Mike: Where is it? (He moves towards Belavarg, sword at the ready. Emma gets in back of him.)

Belavarg: *Steeples his fingers, unconcerned* Just down the hall.

Mike: (Sniffs) Waaaiiittt a minute. Somethin' ain't right here. I'm smellin' weird chemicals. Nasty ones.

Emma: What's in that sauna, Belavarg?

Belavarg: Steam. What else could there possibly be?

Lauren: You're lying.

Mike: What's that steam made of? Where's Alex?

Belavarg: Alex accompanied Micky to the Sauna. And steam is evaporated water.

Lauren: *Turns to the others* I think we should just go find him. We're being stalled here.

Mike: Yeah. (Pokes Belavarg in the back) And ol' Bela here is gonna make sure we get in and out without becomin' demon bait.

Belavarg: Where is the fun it that? Why should I?

Mike: 'Cause I can slice you to ribbons...and you don't want to see Lauren when she's mad.

Belavarg: *Sighs* Fine. *stands* Follow me.

(The trio follow Belavarg through several suites of rooms until they get to what looks like a locker room. Wisps of steam escape from one door in the back.)

Mike: (Pokes Belavarg) This it?

Belavarg: This is it.

Mike: Ok, you have five minutes to get Micky and Davy outta there, or I'm gonna ram this thing straight through your heart.

*Belavarg growls, but goes inside.*

Mike: He'd better come out with Micky quick. They'll be startin' the tournament any minute.

Lauren: *Impatient* How long does it take?

Mike: He probably wants us to come after him.

Lauren: I'm about ready to.

Mike: Lauren, no! You don't know what's in there! It could be one of their tricks!

Emma: I don't CARE. I'm tired of this shit. (She slams at the door handle with her field hockey stick)

Lauren: Exactly! I don't care, either! I just want my husband and Davy back! *Yanks the door open and stomps inside.*

Mike: Girls! (He follows them into the room. At first, the camera sees nothing but steam. Finally, there's a blue light, and we see a light. Mike flashes a lantern around the steam, making it vaporize.) I'm glad Micky left these lanterns he made to attack the mist in the Hotel Caprice in his garage instead of the Crystal Cave. Girls? Micky?

Emma: (Coughs) Mike? Micky? Baby, where are you...ahhh! (She trips over someone's greenish leg.) Oh gosh, I'm sorr...YAHHHH! (She jumps up when she realized that she tripped over one of the wrinkled mutant creatures from Belavarg's mansion) Ugh! I touched that thing!

Mike: Mick? Davy? Where are you? Darlin'?

*Belavarg laughs.*

Mike: Damn it Bela, where are you? Where's Micky and the others?

Belavarg: *Appears in front of Mike* Oh, they're around here somewhere.

Mike: (Sniffs, then coughs) Belavarg, what is this steam? It's not normal. It smells funny, kinda sweet...

Emma: (She's stumbling, looking tired) Mike? Honey, where are you? I feel so strange...

Lauren: There's definitely something else in this steam!

Belavarg: Oh, just a little concoction Alex created. He's quite good with the chemicals.

Mike: I'm aware of that. (Pulls out his sword) Where's Micky? Tell me!

Belavarg: Well... *Leans over and grunts slightly; straightens, holding Micky, who appears to not be awake* He's right here.

Lauren: *Calls out* Mick!?

Mike: What have you done to him? Where's Davy?

Emma: And all those kitchen workers?

Belavarg: They're all here, somewhere. Micky just entered. He's taking a little nap right now.

Lauren: I'll give you a nap!

Mike: (Coughing) No...he...isn't! Bring out Davy and the others! You have them somewhere!

Belavarg: Make me. *Drops Micky and holds his sword at the ready*

Mike: (Gulps; he's pale) You bet I will. (Pulls out his own sword)

Emma: (Shakes her head) Baby, no. You're feeling it, too. There's something in this steam that makes us weaker...

*Lauren drops to her knees and crawls towards Micky, taking advantage of the clearer air near the floor.*

(Mike and Belavarg duel, neither one wanting to give an inch.)

Mike: Belavarg, what's goin' on? Where's Sheila and the others?

Belavarg: They're at the tournament, of course.

Mike: (As they go back and forth) What's the big deal with the tournaments?

Emma: (Joins Micky and Lauren on the ground) Lauren, is Micky ok?

Lauren: He's out...and we won't be far behind if we don't get out of here soon.

Belavarg: Do you seriously think I'm going to tell you?

Mike: It was worth a shot. And so's this. (He lunges for Belavarg with all the strength he has...and manages to give him a good slice on the shoulder.)

Belavarg: *Cries out* Damn you! Do you know how much this suit cost!?

Mike: Tell it to someone who gives a shit. Where's the others?

*Belavarg growls and disappears.*

Mike: (Lets out a noisy wolf roar...then drops to his knees) Damn...it...damn him....

Emma: (Micky starts to moan) Lauren, look! He's coming to!

Micky: *Eyes crack open* What happened?

Lauren: *coughs* Guys, we gotta get outta here!

Emma: Micky, Belavarg must have knocked you out and brought you to the underground room. We're in their sauna. There's some kind of gas in here that's knocking us out.

Micky: Oh...well...what're we hangin' 'round for?

Emma: Davy. Daph will kill us if we don't get Davy.

Mike: Mick... (turns around)...control panel...there's just gotta be...

Micky: Huh? Oh... *Slowly pulls himself up and feels around the walls* Ah ha... *Takes a few seconds, then lets rip a yell, slamming the control pad; sparks fly...and the steam immediately dissipates.*

Mike: (He and Emma help each other to their feet) Nice work, Mick.

Emma: Your rages ARE good for something besides battering Alex to a pulp.

Micky: *Grins* Thanks.

Lauren: *Inspects his hands* And without harming yourself. Very nice.

Micky: Ha ha.

Mike: You guys feelin' ok?

Lauren: I'm alright. Mick?

Micky: Getting better.

Emma: (They look around the room. It's a very Spartan affair, with nothing but metal benches piled with towels) Davy has to be around here somewhere.

*There's a groan from behind one of the short walls. A hand appears on the wall, followed by Davy sitting up.*

Davy: What's going on?

Mike: Davy! (He leads them over to where Davy, still in his waiter's outfit and looking a little wrinkly and greenish, pulls himself to his feet) You ok, man?

Davy: *Rubs his head* I think so.

Mike: What did they DO to you, kid? You look like someone put you out in the sun and let you dry for a couple of years.

Emma: (Looks over another short wall) There's more people here, too. They must be the missing kitchen crew!

Davy: *Looks at his arms* Bloody hell.

Micky: I think this is a real sauna, just cranked to 11 and using devil chemicals.

Mike: Shit. Do you think Al could help the kitchen guys? He could contact their families, if nothin' else. Dave, Daphne could help you.

Micky: Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if the kitchen guys may already be waking up. *Motions to Davy, who's starting to look more normal* Dave's looking better already. *grins* Of course, he never looked all that great to begin with.

Davy: Very nice, Mick.

Mike: (Looks at his watch) Holy cow! Micky, we HAVE to get outta here! The tournament's already begun!

Micky: What!? Holy crap! I gotta get back there and fast!

Mike: We'll have to blue-light it. We'll never make it if we try to detour through Nyles and Jessie's gopher traps.

Micky: No kidding.

Mike: Everyone concentrate. (They do. There's a series of blue lights, and they disappear. When they reappear, they're back at the same spot where they left.)

Micky: I gotta go!

Emma: Oh man! (Points - a young man with sandy hair who looks a bit like Peter but thinner and a tall, serious-looking college student with black hair and blue eyes are on the court) They've already began!

Micky: Crap! *Takes off like a shot towards the courts*

Mike: Davy, you go over to the kitchens and tell Daph you're ok, then see if you can get Al to meet us here. And tell him we found his missing kitchen staff.

Davy: Will do! *runs off, headed for the restaurant*

Mike: Lauren, you join Valerie and cheer your husband on. Em and I will keep an eye on Alex to make sure he doesn't do anything sneaky. We'll keep looking for that machine, too.

Lauren: Alrighty. See you later! *Heads for the bleachers*

("Tear Drop City" begins as Mike and Emma duck under the bleachers. Lauren joins Valerie on the bleachers.)

(A young man of medium height with shaggy, shoulder-length brown hair and large brown eyes watches wide-eyed as Micky sprints onto the court. Where did he come from? He just appeared like magic!)

(Mike and Emma prowl around under the bleachers, searching every post and girder. They just shrug. There don't seem to be any machines under here!)

*Micky plays a heck of a game, hardly missing anything.*

(The other guy can barely keep up. He's panting when the announcer declares Micky the winner. He shakes Micky's hand. Damn, you're one HECK of a player!)

*Micky grins, returning the shake. You're not bad yourself.*

(Cut back to the golf course. It's now surrounded by barbed wire and small mounds. Elaine is still trying to play a game. She hits the ball through a course. It lands on one of the mounds...but when she leans over to hit it, we see dirt blow up into her face. Jessie comes over with what's left of her ball and hands it to her, then takes off before Elaine can kill her.)

(Alex's first opponent is a mousy little teenage boy with spiky brown hair, huge glasses, and a pair of shorts and a dark-blue polo shirt at least two years out of date. The boy jumps up and down, waving to a smiling girl with wavy red-hair in the stands and trying to show off something like a back-hand.)

*Alex smirks and goes for his serve, effectively slamming it right past the teenager.*

(The nebbishy young man is thoroughly outplayed by Alex. He manages to make is way to Alex to shake his hand at the end before passing out.)

(Peter plays a tall older man with long, dark brown hair. The older man just barely beats him. Peter smiles and shakes his hand. Hey, you're pretty good!)

(Cut back to the golf course. Nyles and Jessie are digging another hole when they see a flash of brown next to them. Jessie helps Nyles out of the hole, and they chase after the flash...running literally over poor Elaine! They help her to her feet, dust her off as best they can, and ask her if she's seen a gopher pass by. Elaine manages to point them in the direction of the tennis courts before passing out.)

(Cut to the tennis courts, where Mike and Emma still search the bleachers. Mike reaches for what looks like a strange machine...but turns out to be a child's toy car. His mother hits Mike over the head with her purse.)

(The camera moves onto the tennis courts, where Micky finishes his game with his neighbor Martin. He finally gets a shot past Martin as the song ends.)

Martin: (Shakes Micky's hand) Well, old bean, I must admit, you put on a good show.

Micky: Thanks, Marty...er, Martin. You were a great opponent. You gave me a run for my money.

Martin: We'll have to play each other again sometime.