Everyone ready to help Joanne save the horses? ;)

Peter: Yeah! Poor things! :(

Micky: You betcha sweet a... ;)

Lauren: Mick! Yes, we're ready. ;)

Mike: Uh, yeah.

Davy: Let's stop those jerks! :p X(

(We open with the four Monkees, Emma, Lauren, Andrew, and Joanne, all in black or dark colors, making their way across the ranch. As they head towards the stables, we hear a voice-over.)

Mike: (Voice-over narration) Gathering our team from the four...and more...corners of the earth, we were assembled to take down a group of horse rustlers terroizing innocent citizens and animals in northeastern Texas. The Connecticut Counter-Spy (Peter turns his light on and off, hypnotized by the light) brings his ability to read emotions and fierce, yet gentle, fighting ability into the fray. (Out loud; grabs the flashlight from Peter) Will you turn that off? Somebody will see ya! :p

Peter: Aww! I was having fun! :p

Mike: (Voice over again as they move along) The Manchester Maurauder is an expert horseman and former jockey who adds his knowledge of all things equine and amazing hand-to-hand skills to our band.

(Davy walks into a wall as they make their way into the stables. A horse whinnies; Davy jumps into Micky's arms. :o )

Micky: *practically drops Davy* Awe, did the wittle horsie scare poor wittle Davy? ;) :P

Davy: 'Ey, watch it, man! You could blow our covah! :p

Emma: Cut it out, you two. That's getting really old. :p

Micky: He started it. :P

Mike: The New Jersey Jungle Girl is tough, smart, and a mother figure to us all.

Emma: I don't care who started it, if you continue it, I'll grab soap from the horses' stalls and shove them in your mouths. BOTH of you. Understand? :p

Andrew: Feisty thing, ain't she?

Mike: (Out loud) Tell me about it. ;) :p

*Micky hides behind Lauren, which, height-wise, does not work.* ;)

Mike: The New England Minx may look small and dainty, but don't count her out. She's sensible, no-nonsense...and the only one who can handle the Panther Man when he's in a playful mood. ;)

Lauren: *rolls her eyes and pulls Micky out from behind her* Mick, now is NOT the time to mess around, in either sense of the phrase. Now, both of you shut up so we don't get caught. Yeesh.

Micky: Sorry, babe.

Mike: (Voice over) Yours truly, the Modest But Towering Texan, is the leader of the band and the most formidable sword fighter in eastern Texas, the father to the Jungle Girl's mother.

Mike: (Gets between Micky and Davy) Ok, you two, enough. Just 'cause you were actin' like idiots, I think I'll stick you in with the horses. You spook them, and we could be in BIG trouble. :p

Micky: *to Davy* Now see what you did!? :P

Mike: Lauren, you n' Em go up to the hay lofts.

Emma: (Nods) Right. Come on, Lauren.

Lauren: Gotcha. *nods*

Mike: Peter, you n' I will take the front area here. Joanne, you and Andrew take the stalls on the other side.

Joanne: Got'cha, Mike. (She and Andrew go where Mike directed. Mike and Peter gets down)

Mike: (Voice over narration) Together, we're a force to be reckoned with...and I reckoned the bandits were about to get an interesting surprise.

Peter: Michael, do you think they'll really come tonight?

Mike: The way everyone's talkin', they'll probably end up here sooner or later.

Peter: Do you really think we'll be able to stop them?

Mike: Remember the plan, Pete? We ain't gonna STOP them. We're gonna stall them until one of us can call Daph or Val on our communicator and get them to call the local police force.

Peter: I just hope it'll be ok. I'm worried, Mike. This could be dangerous. Just because these people haven't hurt anyone yet doesn't mean they won't.

Mike: Yeah, I'm worried too, ol' buddy. My wolf's intuition is tellin' me somethin' nasty's up, and I don't like it.

Peter: (Gulps) How do you think they're getting in without being seen?

Mike: I don't have the faintest idea.

(Suddenly, we see flashlight beams and hear the door to the stables creak as they're open by a group of security guards. The guards make their way to Micky and Davy, who inch under a horse trough as they go up to the horses.)

Guard 1: Good horse, nice horse. (Pulls some kind of feed out of a bag) Here you go. Have some of this. (He lets the horse sniff the feed, then eat it.) Good horse.

Davy: (Whispers) 'Ey, what's goin' on? Why is the guard feedin' the 'orse?

Micky: *whispers* I don't know.

Guard 1: (Puts a rope and collar around the horse's neck. The horse's eyes become dull; he stops swishing his tail) Good boy. (Puts a muzzle on the horse, then leads him out of the stall) Come on, boy. You're comin' with us now.

Davy: (Eyes widen) 'E's a 'orse thief! 'E's stealin' that 'orse! The feed musta been drugged! :o

Micky: So that's how they've been doing it! :P

Davy: (Nods) They dress as security guards, then come in and drug the 'orses and take them out! Probably say it's a routine inspection or somethin'. :o

Micky: No one would ever suspect the security guards. *slaps his forehead* :-O

Davy: And they'll be a 'undred miles away with the 'orses by the time anyone DOES start to suspect.

Micky: We've gotta do something!

Davy: (Takes out his communicator) Mike! Mike!

Mike: (Whispered; through the communicator) What is it, Dave? Found anything?

Davy: Yeah, I'd say we 'ave! Mike, the security guards! They're...

(But two legs clad in a security guard uniform walk over to the trough even as Davy says this to Mike.)

Davy: Oh, shit. Mike, get ovah 'ere! They've...(the legs bend over...to reveal a head in the dark) spotted us. :o

Guard 1: Well, what are you fellas doin' out here at this time of night?

Davy: (Quickly stuffs the communicator in his pocket) Goin' for a midnight ride?

Guard 1: How did you end up under there?

Micky: Would you believe we fell asleep saddling up the horses? ;)

Guard 1: No.

Micky: Well, then would you believe we were sleep-riding? ;)

Guard 1: What kind of fool do you take me for?

Davy: I'd answer that, but we don't 'ave the whole story. ;)

Guard 1: Ok, fellas, get up. I wanna have a chat with you.

Micky: I can't. My leg fell asleep. ;)

Davy: (Whispers) Mick, I 'ave an idea. (Grins) Unless your leg is really asleep. ;)

Micky: *whispers* No, it isn't. What's the idea? ;)

Davy: The trough is fulla feed. We'll get the drop on 'im before 'e can escape...literally...and warn the othahs. ;)

Micky: *nods* Got it. ;)

Davy: Ok, Mick, on my count. One..two...three!

(The boys shove the trough onto the "guard" as "St. Matthew" begins. They take off for the main part of the stables.)

(Mike and Peter tackle two more guards who lead horses out to the area. Joanne and Andrew take the horses' leads, calming them.)

*Lauren and Emma throw things at the guards from the loft.* ;)

(Peter ducks into one of the stalls, pulls his communicator out of his pocket, and calls Valerie and Daphne in the main house.)

(Mike pulls a sugar cube out for one guard. He whinnies and eats it like a horse would. ;) )

*Micky grabs a lasso and twirls it around. He aims and throws at a guard. He lassos the guard and hog ties him.* :D ;)

(Joanne pats Dallas, one of the few horses not drugged, and pulls him up to one of the "guards." Dallas rears up and kicks the "guard" right out of the stable! ;) )

(Davy swings at one of the guards, but he puts his hand on Davy's head, then lets him fly into the wall. Two of the guards finally hang him on a hook by the collar of his black turtleneck. ;) :p )

*Micky holds up a long branding iron and grins widely. He turns towards a couple remaining guards, who scatter.* ;)

(Micky smirks, not realizing he's getting too close to Dallas. Dallas rears up and kicks HIM out of the stable...and onto a pile of groaning "guards." ;) :p)

(Emma and Lauren dive into a stack of hay. Two of the guards dive after them. Emma and Lauren come up a few minutes later with two pairs of pants. They run down the stairs and out the doors of the stables. The guards manage to get down, trying to cover their underwear-clad rears. :o :D)

(Peter and Mike jump two guys. They climb out from under the pile, unharmed and actually quite amused, leaving the pile of "guards" squirming. ;) )

(The stable doors swing open again as Emma, Lauren, Andrew, Micky, and the police arrive, some hauling guards. Micky rubs his rear end. Mike and Peter help Davy down from the peg as the song ends.)

Emma: Hey, guys, look what followed us here? ;)

Peter: Oh, good, Val DID call the cops! :D

Micky: *grumbling* I need some ice. :P ;)

(Dallas goes up to Micky and licks him.)

Joanne: I think that's his way of saying "sorry." He can't see who he bucks! ;)

Micky: Well, I guess I can forgive him that. ;) :) :">

Davy: The Dolenz charm strikes again. ;)

Mike: Well, officers, we caught some of them, but we think most of them got away. :p

Sheriff: That's all right, son. We got all the horses, and we did catch some of the gang. We'll be able to question them as soon as we get them into town.

Peter: Thank goodness the horses are ok! :)

Sheriff: Now that we know their game, we'll have an all-points bulletin out on them. Local ranches will know what to look for.

Joanne: (Strokes Dallas) Most of the horses were drugged, but they didn't have a chance to get to all of them before these guys stopped them! :D

Sheriff: Right. Nice work there, folks. We owe you one.

Mike: Aww, it's nothin', officer. ;)

Peter: We were glad to help!

Davy: Yeah, the ranches and the 'orses don't deserve this.

Lauren: It was nothing. ;)

Sheriff: We'll need statements from all of you in the morning. Thanks again, kids. (He heads out with his men and the struggling "guards")

Emma: (Stretches) Ok, gang, let's head to bed. We have a lot to do and a lot more to talk about.

Joanne: (Puts her hand on Mike's shoulder) That's right. Mike, I want to talk to you.

Mike: (Sighs) We'll see.

Peter: We saved the horses and caught some of the gang! :D

Davy: Yeah, but the rest of them are still out there! :p

Mike: Pete, do you think you'll be able to recognize their auras again if you see them?

Peter: (Nods) It was a little hard to see them in the dark, but I should be able to.

Andrew: (Yawns widely) Come on, kiddies. Let's get the horses settled and get the rest of you home. They'll be time for chatting in the morning.

Micky: *nods* I'm still in need of some ice. :P ;)

Joanne: There's a refrigerator in the mess house. It should have ice and some drinks, too.

Davy: No thanks. I'll 'elp with the 'orses. :)

Peter: I'm going to stay here, too.

Mike: I'll go with Mick. You girls can do what you want.

Emma: So, Lauren, you thirsty? ;)

Lauren: Yeah, I could go for something. ;)

Mike: Ok, we'll be back once Mick's tush is on ice. Have a nice night. ;) (They head out. Mike turns on his flashlight as they do)

Emma: Actually, we just wanted to point out our handiwork. (Emma points to a flagpole. As they pass it, they notice two pairs of blue pants hanging on the top. ;) )

Mike: (Whistles) Nice work, girls. ;)

Micky: *grins* Very nice. ;)

Lauren: We thought so. ;)

Mike: Man, I'm still worried. My intuition tells me we ain't outta the woods yet. :p

Emma: Hey, Mick, how's your rear feeling? ;)

Micky: Still sore. It'll be better when I get some ice.

Emma: Look, we have SOME of the men now, and I'm sure the Sherrif will find the rest soon.

Mike: I ain't so sure. They haven't caught these guys before tonight.

Emma: Yeah, but they have things to go on now. At the very least, once tonight's adventure gets around, they won't be able to try the security guard thing again.

Mike: They'll probably try somethin' else. We're lucky no one got hurt beyond a few doped-up horses and Micky's sore rear. :p

Emma: Not if they know all of us are around. I doubt any of them want to lose their pants again. ;)

Lauren: Yeah. ;)

Mike: (Sighs) That ain't the only thing on my mind, too. (Opens the door for the girls and flicks a switch, revealing a large, cafeteria-like room with three rows of long wooden tables and chairs. Buffett tables and refrigerators are in the back. Mike goes to one of them and pulls out a bag of ice.)

Mike: Here ya go, Mick. Cold enough for ya? ;)

Micky: *sighs as he holds it to his rear* Perfect. ;)

Mike: (Leans in the fridge) Ok, girls, any requests?

Emma: Just a nice Coke for me.

Lauren: Pepsi would be good. :)

Mike: How 'bout you, Mick?

Micky: I'll take a Pepsi. *makes a face* I still have an aversion to Coke. ;)

Mike: I'll make it even and have a Coke, then. (He pulls out two bottles of Pepsi and two bottles of Coke)

Emma: (As three of them sit down - Micky still holds ice on his rear) So, Mike, what's on the agenda for tomorrow?

Mike: You're gonna be meetin' the rest of my family. My cousins and Clara should be up here for the big reunion party to get ready for the Big Valley Rodeo. (Makes a face) Em, can't I go somewhere else for this?

Emma: No, dear. It's YOUR family. :p

Mike: Yeah, well, I had enough of embarrassin' stories this afternoon. :p

Emma: Mike, I've met your cousins before. They are not THAT bad.

Mike: You've never seen them all together in one place. :p

Emma: Oh, come on, you told me there's a huge barbecue and square dancing and country music and blues playing, and I'm sure Katie and the twins would love to play with your cousins' children. :)

Mike: You're all invited, of course. It'll make this that much easier for me to endure. :p

Lauren: You sound like Mick talking about his sisters. *Micky just makes a face* ;)

Mike: You're right, it could be worse. My stepfather could be comin'. :p

Emma: Mike...what's all this about you and Joanne?

Mike: We're friends, Em.

Emma: Seems like more than that to me.

Mike: Em, we've known each other for years. She was one of the only real friends I had in high school. She knows a lot of stupid shit I've done...and I know about some pretty stupid shit SHE'S done. ;)

Emma: Mike, do you...like...her?

Mike: Yeah, well, I've known her all my life.

Emma: Do you love her?

Mike: (His face is unreadable) Love's sorta weird, Em. I mighta...(face softens as he looks up at her)...but she ain't nuthin' like you. (Looks at Micky) Hey, Mick, your rear feelin' better?

Micky: *raises his head from leaning on the table* Huh? Oh man, think I'm fallng asleep here. :P

Lauren: You're getting too comfortable with that ice pack, Mick. ;)

Mike: Think that's our cue to get movin'. (They all pick up their sodas and the ice pack and head out as the camera rests first on Emma's confused and worried expression...and then on the blue pants hanging on the flagpole. ;) :-/)