Ok, everyone ready for some fun?

Peter: You bet. >:)

(Mike just whimpers. :( )

Micky: "Fun" is someone else's opinion.

Davy: No.

(We open in the Beach Cave. Mickey searches every nook and cranny. Davy talks on the new phone-like communicators.)

Davy: Peter? Peter, please pick up! (He slams it closed) Damn! Still can't get him. Have you tried Mike?

Micky: *Looks up from looking under the couch* Yeah, and got no response.

Davy: That's odd. I thought he was going to look for Peter after lunch. (Sighs) If there was ever a time I wished we had Mike's ability to sense danger or Peter's aura-reading-ability, this is it.

Micky: *Sighs, joining Davy* I don't like this.

Davy: Valerie's worried sick. Literally. She said she really wasn't feeling well. She was really tired when she called Daphne and me.

Micky: Something weird is going on.

(There's a dark blue light when Micky and Davy's back is turned. Peter strides over to them, smirking at first, but when they turn his way, he switches to his normal, sunny smile.)

Micky: Peter! Boy, are we glad to see you!

Davy: Yeah, mate, where've you been?

Peter: (Grins) You won't believe this, but I met a man who might be willing to give us a contract! All of us!

Micky: What!? *Jaw drops*

Davy: You must be joking!

Peter: Not at all! The producer wants to talk to us now.

Davy: Is Mike there now?

Peter: (Nods) He's waiting at the studio.

Micky: Then what're we waiting for?

Peter: (Nods) That's right!

Davy: We'd better call the girls and let them know where we're going. *Pulls his communicator back out*

Peter: (Puts his hand on Davy's) No need for that, Davy. We’ll call them when we get there.

Davy: *Shrugs* Okay, mate.

Peter: Ok, guys. Here we go. (He concentrates. There's a dark blue light around the three. When it subsides, they're in a large study/office room with dark, heavy antique furniture.)

Micky: *Looks around* Um, Pete, where are we?

Peter: Oh, we're in the producer's office.

Micky: Oh. It's nice.

Davy: This guy obviously knows what he's doing.

Peter: (Nods) He's in charge of that new records company that just opened. I think you've heard of them. Dark Star Records?

Micky: Yeah, that rings a bell.

Davy: *Checks out the furniture* I like his decorator.

*Belavarg enters, in his human form. He is immaculately dressed and carries a tray of drinks.*

Peter: (Smiles) Hello, sir. Davy, Mick, this is our producer. These are my dear friends and bandmates, Micky Dolenz and David Jones.

Belavarg: Greetings, gentlemen! It's a pleasure to finally meet you!

Davy: *Nods* Hello.

Micky: *Grins* Hi.

Peter: Why don't you tell them about the contract? That's why we're here.

Belavarg: Certainly. But first, we have a drink together. Gentlemen? *Offers the drinks to Micky and Davy.*

Micky: *Takes one* Thank you, sir.

Davy: *Nods, taking one as well* Thanks.

Peter: We'll play for him as soon as you have your drinks. Michael's already there.

Micky: Tuning his guitar, I'm sure. *Takes a long drink.*

Davy: Yeah. *also takes a drink*

Belavarg: Drink up, gentlemen. If you require more, please just let me know.

Peter: How do you feel now, guys? (His smile is rapidly turning into as nasty a smirk as he can manage.)

Micky: *Finishes chugging down his drink* Oh man... Hey, is the room spinning for anyone else?

*Davy doesn't even finish his before he puts it down and holds his head in his hands, groaning slightly.*

Belavarg: Perhaps you just need more to drink. *Hands Micky another drink, which he chugs down.*

Peter: (Nods) It'll make you feel better. It did for me. (Looks at Belavarg) It’s working, Master.

Belavarg: *Turns to Peter* Yes, it certainly is.

*Davy tips over, out cold on the couch.*

Micky: *Leans back in his chair, closing his eyes* Maaaan... *Groans*

Peter: (His grin is very evil now) Master, I think they're both ready now.

Belavarg: I'd say you're right. *Returns to his demon form* Peter, how would you like to help me again?

Peter: Yes, Master. What did you have in mind?

Belavarg: *Hands Peter a vial* Administer this to the young man on the couch. I'll take care of the other one.

Peter: (Nods) Yes, Master. (He lifts Davy and gently gets him to drink the vial)

*Belavarg produces another vial as he goes to Micky. Before administering the liquid, Belavarg waves a hand over Micky's face, causing a gray light to encircle his head. Belavarg then makes Micky drink the vial.*

Peter: How long will it take, Master?

Belavarg: *Smirks* Any moment now.

(Peter watches intently as both young men slowly open their eyes.)

Peter: How do you feel now, boys?

Davy: I feel great!

Micky: Wonderful.

Belavarg: Excellent.

Peter: Feel like some fun?

Davy: Sure!

Micky: Yeah...

Peter: (He indicates Belavarg) And this is our Master, Belavarg. He'll be showing us to the fun room.

Micky: Fun...

Davy: Sounds like fun!

(Cut to what looks like Belavarg and Stella's laboratory. Mike is tied hand and foot to a chair near one of the chemistry sets. He looks up, wide-eyed, a satin paisley scarf tied tightly around his mouth.)

Peter: (Smirks) Hello, Michael. I brought some friends to play with us.

(Mike shakes his head, his eyes wide and shocked.)

*Davy and Micky wander in, Belavarg behind them. Davy joins Peter. Mickey goes to the counters, just staring at the scientific vessels and apparatus.*

(Mike struggles, trying to warn Davy and Mickey. Peter just shakes his head, stroking Michael's hair.)

Peter: Oh Michael, won't you ever learn? You won't escape here.

*Davy nods in agreement. Mickey ignores what's going on and admires the "chemistry set."*

Mike: (As Peter takes off the gag) Pete, what are you doin'? What did you do to the others? What's wrong with Mick?

Peter: He's just enjoying his love of science.

Belavarg: *Mutters* And staying out of the way.

Mike: (Growls at Belavarg) You stay out of this, ugly. You've done enough.

Peter: You'll not insult Master like that.

Belavarg: Oh, have I? Peter, I give you full permission to do whatever you wish with this big mouth.

Peter: I already had every intention of doing just that. (He runs his fingers across Mike's throat; there's a small dark blue light) First, let's lower the noise level in here.

(Mike just glares at Peter and struggles.)

Peter: I think Michael needs to be calmed.

(Mike shakes his head and continues to attempt to struggle.)

Peter: (He puts his hand in Mike's pocket and pulls out his communicator) And we'd better get rid of this. He might try to call the girls before we're ready to handle them. (He hands Belavarg Mike's communicator.)

*Belavarg closes his hand around the communicator, breaking it. He opens his hand, and the pieces fall to the ground.*

(Mike shakes his head in horror. He tries to kick at Belavarg, but his legs are tied too tightly.)

Peter: Michael, stop that!

(Mike struggles even more violently, stopping briefly to stick his tongue out at Peter.)

Peter: Knock it the hell off, White Knight! (He slaps Mike angrily across the cheek) You think you're so damn funny!

(Mike narrows his eyes and stares straight up at Peter. He won't give in, no matter how badly he hurts him.)

Peter: I'm through playing games with him. Davy, muddle him.

*Davy nods, then reaches out, placing his fingers to Mike's temples and rubbing.*

*Micky stares at a large tube set in which liquid flows through a long length of tubing and drips into a flask at the end.*

(Mike tries to struggle, but he finally falls back, panting and still glaring at Belavarg and Peter.)

*Davy moves around behind Mike and rests his hand on the back of Mike's neck to calm him.*

(Mike's eyes widen. He would probably whimper if he could. He sinks back in his chair and finally nuzzles Davy's hand.)

*Davy smirks.*

*Mickey plunks himself on the floor, playing with an abacus.*

Peter: (Smirks) Makes him tame as a kitten. (He looks over his shoulder) Hey Micky, come on over! Don't you want to have fun with Mike?

(Mike tries to sniff at Davy. He opens his mouth to howl, but he can't.)

Micky: *Looks up from his abacus* Fun?

Peter: Yes, Micky. Lots of fun. (He strokes Mike's hair like he's a dog. Mike switches to nuzzling Peter's hand.)

Micky: *Holds up his abacus* Fun!

Peter: (He takes a pair of scissors from Belavarg's work table) How would you like to have fun with Michael?

Peter: (As Mike tries to shrink back) Why don't you give him a little trim? His hair is getting long. (Gently takes Mickey over to Mike and hands him the scissors)

Mickey: *Looks at the scissors and turns them over in his hands* Trim?

Peter: (Grabs Mike by the hair and yanks him back up; he winces) Cut all that black hair of his.

(Mike looks from Mickey to Peter, frowning and shaking his head. Mickey, don't listen!)

*Micky looks at Mike, but doesn't seem to "see" him. He reaches over with the scissors and hacks at his hair.*

(Mike tries to pull back, but Peter holds his shoulders tightly.)

Peter: Having fun, Mick?

Micky: Fun...

Peter: Ok, Mick, you can put the scissors down now.

*Micky puts the scissors down, as he was told.*

(Mike looks up again. This time, his wavy black locks are extremely short and choppy. Peter laughs and strokes his head.)

Peter: Ahh, that's much better. (He turns to Micky) How would you like to make him into a nice pet?

(Mike shakes his head again, trying to break Micky out of whatever Belavarg has done to him.)

Mickey: *Looks at Mike, but still doesn't seem to "see" him* Pet?

Peter: Something you can hold and pet and play with.

(Mike shakes his head and struggles again...but this time, Peter rubs the back of his neck. He gulps and looks at Micky with sad, wide brown eyes.)

Micky: Oh. *Closes his eyes, even though he doesn't have to. There's a blue light. The light leaves Mike in the form of a black bunny.*

Peter: (Turns to Belavarg) Master, the best way to control Michael would be to confuse him. He's frightened of his wolf senses and how they sometimes seem to take over his human body and mind. What if we confused him? Made him more animal? (He strokes the shivering black rabbit) He's far easier to control as an animal...or an animal in a human's body...than he is when he's fully human.

(The rabbit tries to hop away, but Davy scoops him into his arms.)

Belavarg: *Nods* If that's what you feel we need to do, Peter, then do so.

Peter: Naughty bunny! (He takes Mike from Davy, turns him onto his stomach, and starts to stroke it, happily watching him squirm. He turns to Micky) What would you like your new bunny pet to do?

Micky: Treadmill?

Peter: Ahh, you want him to run! (He concentrates and makes a small treadmill appear. Mickey sets Mike the rabbit on it. Mike, however, just stands there.) Oh dear. Our rabbit is being naughty again.

Micky: What do we do?

Peter: (He concentrates again. The rabbit, not looking very happy, finally starts running) There you go, Micky. Your pet is getting his exercise now!

Micky: *Watches Mike the bunny run* I run, too.

Peter: Yes, you do. You run very well.

Micky: Can I run with him?

Peter: (Concentrates - the treadmill is now a normal size) Why not?

*Micky hops on the treadmill and starts running happily.*

(Mike the Bunny, however, is showing signs of slowing down.)

*Micky scoops up Mike and continues running.*

(Mike tries to paw Micky and wake him up. He even nips his hand a bit, not to hurt, just to get his attention.)

*Micky scratches Mike's head, thinking he's just looking for attention.*

Peter: Ok Micky, you can get off the treadmill now. We don't want you to get tired out.

Micky: *Frowns* Do I have to?

Peter: We can do other things with your new (smirks) pet.

Micky: *Slows, then stops; hugs the bunny* Like what?

Peter: (Watches Mike struggle in Micky's arms) We need to teach him to stay put. (He hands Mickey some rope from Belavarg's table) Why don't you tie him up and teach him to stay?

Micky: But...he's my pet.

Peter: But your pet is being bad. I want to teach him a lesson.

Micky: He's scared.

(Mike nods and nudges Mickey with his nose.)

Belavarg: *Mildly amused* Had I known that potion would've done this to him, I would've used it long ago.

Peter: Yes. Micky is under control (makes a face), but Michael is trying to break him out of the spell.

Belavarg: *Holds out another vial to Peter* Give this to Micky, and we won't have to worry about him for a while.

Peter: (Nods) Yes, Master. (He hands the vial to Micky) Drink this, Mick. I'll watch the bunny for you.

Micky: Okay. *Pulls out the cork on the vial and drinks the liquid; replaces the cork and hands the vial back to Peter.* Tastes like peppermint... *Starts blinking; plops himself on the floor, then ends up snoring, sprawled out on the hardwood floor.)

Peter: Well, that worked nicely. (He picks up Mike) Now you have no one to defend you, Michael. You're fair game.

(Mike shakes his head, struggling.)

Peter: Wanna help me get him tied, Davy?

Davy: Sure.

(They lean over Mike. He tries to pull back, but Davy grabs his legs. There's a flurry of rope around Mike. When Peter and Davy move away, Mike's legs are now tied with heavy rope. He lays on the floor, squirming as much as he can.)

Peter: (He turns Mike on his stomach again, stroking it gently) There must be a way to bring out his animal instincts. (He rubs Mike's head again, then runs a finger over his paws; Mike twitches) Master, do you have any potions that might confuse him more?

Belavarg: *Snaps his fingers; another vial appears in his hand* Try this one.

Peter: Thank you, Master. (Peter turns Mike over and feeds him the vial. He spasms for a minute or two before finally laying on his side, his eyes cloudy and frightened. He strokes Mike) I think he's much calmer now. (Looks at Belavarg) Is there anything you'd like to do, Master? He's a great deal of fun to control.

(Mike shudders as Peter strokes his stomach. He makes a feather appear and runs it over Mike's paws; he jumps.)

Peter: I'm not so sure I like him as a rabbit. (He turns to Belavarg) Master...maybe we could...use him?

Belavarg: What do you have in mind?

Peter: His wolf senses may scare him, but they're also quite acute. He can sense danger on anything, can sniff down even the smallest items. He could be very handy in picking up victims.

Belavarg: An excellent thought. Perhaps you could turn him into a wolf.

Peter: Yes. He becomes one when he's angry anyway. (Peter concentrates. When the dark blue light subsides, Mike is now in his wolf form, but he's still bound.) There. (Peter strokes him) He's really our pet now. We'll keep him as an animal...unless we need him human. (Smirks) We could switch him back and forth. It'll keep him confused.

Belavarg: Very good.

Peter: He needs a collar. It'll remind him of his place.

(Peter goes to Belavarg's table to rummage around, but Belavarg hands him something from another table.)

Belavarg: Perhaps something like this?

Peter: (Smirks) Thank you, Master. (He puts the collar and leash on Mike's neck) There. (He tugs on the leash) Stand, Michael.

(Mike does as the ropes disappear from his legs in a dark blue light.)

Peter: Good boy. Sit, Michael.

(There's another light around Mike...and he sits.)

Peter: Very, very good. (He hands Mike's leash to Belavarg) He's ready for Stella to work on him. You may turn him back for her. Davy, you may restore his voice. I don't think he'll protest so much now.

*Belavarg waves a hand over Mike, returning him to his human form. Davy runs his fingers over Mike's throat, returning his voice.*

Mike: Stella? (Frowns) Take...me...Stella?

Peter: Yes. She'll...work...on you further.

Mike: Is she...mate?

Peter: No, but she'll do until we can get our mates here.

Mike: Want...mate.

Peter: (Nods) I want mine too, Michael, but they'll have to wait until we've finished with you.

(Peter rubs the back of Mike's neck again. He makes a squeaky sound, like a puppy.)

Peter: There. Now he's ready to go to Stella.

Belavarg: Excellent.

Peter: Master, you take him to Stella. (Peter easily gathers Micky into his arms) Davy and I are going to awaken Mickey and lure our wives here.

Belavarg: Very well. *Walks Mike out of the room.*

Peter: Come along, Davy. (The two walk out with Micky in Peter's arms as we fade out on the room.)