(We open in Stella's room. She sits by her vanity, brushing her hair. She turns around when Belavarg comes in, leading Mike.)

Stella: (Grins) Oooh, I see you brought me a gift! And it's all wrapped, too!

Belavarg: I thought you'd like to have him.

Mike: (Shakes his head) No...witch...witch hurt...

Stella: I don't really hurt, dear. I just need energy. (She nods at Belavarg) I'd LOVE to have him!

Mike: (He tries to shrink back, whimpering) N...no...no hurt...want mate...

Stella: "Mate?" (She raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow)

Mike: (Struggles to form the words) Want...Em...

Belavarg: He's a little disoriented.

Stella: All the better. (Stands; takes the leash from Belavarg) I've been wanting to have a good time with this one.

Mike: (Tries to pull away) NO!

Belavarg: I'll just leave you two alone to get reacquainted. *He leaves the room.*

Mike: Please...no...want mate... (He backs against the door, but it's locked, and he has nowhere else to go.)

Stella: *Makes a couple of boas appear* Come here! *Wraps the boas around him and pulls him to her.*

Mike: What...do...me?

Stella: *grins* That's exactly what I'm going to do. I’m going to DO you!

Mike: DO...me? (He struggles, but she reaches for his neck.)

Stella: *smiles* Calm down!

Mike: No... (But he ends up whimpering and squeaking. His eyes become softer; his lids fall. He smiles a little and nuzzles her cheek)

Stella: Much better. *Tugs him gently to the bed, then pushes him onto it. She jumps onto him*

(The camera moves down to the floor, following the silky garments that fall there. When it cuts back up, Stella and Mike now lay under blankets, both undressed except for the collar on Mike's neck. Mike nuzzles Stella's hand again.)

Stella: (Leans against Mike and sighs) You really ARE an animal! (She just lays happily on Mike's chest as we fade out on her room.)

(Cut to another room upstairs. It's another parlor-laboratory. Peter carries Micky into the room, followed by Davy. He gently lays Micky down on the couch.)

Peter: There. (Smirks) Now, what are we going to do with him? He'll be even more useful than Michael, but I don't want him taking out whole armies with that temper of his until we're ready for him to.

Davy: We have to use his confusion against him.

Peter: (Nods) Yes. I hate to do it to him, but I don't want him tearing us apart.

Davy: Why don't we awaken Sleeping Ugly and go to town?

Peter: All right. (He leans over Micky runs a finger over his forehead. There's a dark blue light, and Micky's eyes begin to flutter.)

Micky: *Looks up at Peter and Davy, but doesn't seem to actually be looking at them* Where...am I?

Peter: You're with us, Micky, at Master's home.

Micky: Oh. *Shifts on the couch* Where's my bunny?

Peter: He's being fed. (Turns to Davy) How would YOU like a pet?

Davy: *Grins widely* I would love one!

Peter: (He concentrates. When it subsides, a bunny with curly brown fur lays on the couch) There you go, Davy. Your own Savage Bunny.

Davy: *Sits on the couch and brings the bunny to his lap; pets the bunny* I never would've thought he could actually be made better-looking. This works for him.

*Bunny Micky just rests his head on his paws, not understanding anything that's going on.*

Peter: Why don't we make him do tricks?

Davy: *Smirks* What do you have in mind?

Peter: This. (He runs his hands over Micky's back. The rabbit rolls over. Peter rubs his stomach)

*Micky wiggles a little. That tickles!*

(Peter runs his fingers over Micky again. Micky turns back over and begins to hop around the room.)

Davy: He’s still an energetic little fellow.

Peter: That's just the way Micky is. (He concentrates. Micky continues to hop, but he now stands on his hind legs.)

Davy: *Laughs* He kinda looks like a kangaroo doing that.

Peter: I'd turn him into a kangaroo, but I'm afraid he'll try to hop out of the room and look for koalas.

Davy: Good thinking.

Peter: (He waves his fingers) Micky, return.

*Micky hops back over to Peter and stops at his feet.*

Peter: (Strokes Micky's curls) Good boy. (He produces a carrot) Here's a treat for you.

*Micky munches on the carrot. Within moments, the carrot vanishes.*

Peter: (Shakes his head, smiling) Same appetite, too. I'll bet he could eat a whole carrot cake even faster!

*Micky stands on his hind legs, looking up at Peter, hopeful.*

Peter: No Micky, I'm not going to give you a whole carrot cake. You might get a tummy ache, and I don't think Master would like that.

*Micky shakes his head. He's still hungry!*

Peter: How about a slice of carrot cake?

*Micky nods happily.*

(Peter makes three slices of carrot cake appear - two don't have cream cheese icing.)

Peter: This is for you, Micky. (He hands the one with icing to the rabitt) This is for you. (Hands Davy a slice) And I'll take this one. It's organic! (He takes the last piece)

*Micky quickly finishes his piece. He looks up at Peter again. Now what?*

Davy: Maybe we could change him back...

Peter: (Nods) We're going to need him to get the girls. Lauren will never go with a rabbit.

Davy: *Nods* No matter how much we've related those two to rabbits.

(Peter concentrates. When it subsides, Micky appears on the couch, human again.)

Micky: *Giggles* That was fun!

Peter: And filling, too. ;)

Micky: Yeah...

Peter: Maybe we should get ready to bring the women and the children here...

Davy: So soon? *Smirks, sitting next to Micky* I don't think we've finished having fun yet.

Peter: That's an interesting look in your eyes, Davy...

Davy: *Puts an arm around Micky* Interesting, huh?

Peter: Davy, don't do anything TOO horrible to him. We're going to need him to lure Lauren.

Davy: I know, I know. *Uses his free hand to open Micky's shirt enough to snake his hand in.*

Micky: *Winces* Hey...

Davy: I know for a fact that his ribs are still tender from a few weeks ago.

*Davy presses into Micky's ribs, causing him to gasp for air.*

Peter: Davy, don't do any permenant damage.

Davy: Nah, nothing permanent, just something to remind him who's boss.

*Davy presses again and holds on. Micky yelps and tries to curl up, but Davy keeps him from doing so.*

Peter: Micky, we're just preparing you to help us get the girls. We're going to bring Lauren here.

*Davy eases off as Micky perks up at Lauren's name.*

Micky: Lauren?

Peter: We're going to bring her and the other women here.

*Davy presses into Micky's ribs again, causing him to gasp again.*

Micky: *Gasping* Davy... *Davy laughs, enjoying himself.*

Peter: Davy, don't break anything.

Davy: I won't, I won't.

*Micky whimpers, then shoves at Davy, breaking free, then curls into a ball at the end of the couch.*

Peter: Davy! (He goes to Micky and strokes his curls) I don't mind you attacking Michael, but we're going to need Micky whole!

Davy: *sighs* All right, fine.

Micky: *Whimpers again* Ow...

Peter: Micky, would you like to have Lauren here with you?

Micky: *Wincing* Yes. She makes me feel good.

Peter: We're going to bring her here, so she can be with you. The kids, too.

Micky: Okay.

Davy: Then you can go to town with her.

Peter: She'll make you feel better, Mick.

Micky: Yeah.

Davy: She'll make you feel A LOT better.

*Micky looks warily at Davy.*

Peter: Don't mind Davy. Would you like some more to eat, Micky?

*Micky nods, a little slowly.*

Peter: Would you like to go to the kitchen? We could get you something to eat, then go get the girls.

*Micky nods again, a little quicker this time.*

Peter: I knew that would get you. I'm sure Master has something you'd like.

Davy: You mentioned food. Of course it'll get him.

(Cut to Belavarg's kitchen. The three Monkees enter as Belavarg is served by two ugly, wrinkled mutant-creatures. They look like they might almost have been human once, but are now misshapen, bloated, and look a great deal like a peach pickle.)

Belavarg: Hello, gentlemen. Hungry?

Peter: Yes. (Makes a face at the servers) What are those...uh, creatures?

Belavarg: Merely some servants.

Davy: And I thought Micky was gettin' a little pruney.

Peter: You need some new help. My wife could recommend some good people.

Belavarg: Perhaps. *Pauses* What do you gentlemen require?

Peter: Our friend Micky wants something to eat.

Belavarg: *Nods* He seems like he could something a little special...

*Davy pushes Micky into a chair at the table.*

Peter: He really liked the carrot cake we gave him earlier.

Belavarg: Well, perhaps he'd like another piece.

*Another piece of carrot cake appears in front of Micky.*

Micky: Thank you. *Starts eating*

Belavarg: Help yourself.

Peter: Feeling better, Mick?

Davy: He sure seems to be. He's really goin' to town on that cake.

*Micky finishes and looks up at the others, a rather evil gleam in his eyes.*

Belavarg: Excellent. It worked as I hoped it would.

Peter: Ready to go after the girls now, Mick?

Micky: *smirks* Yes.

Peter: All right, then. Let's head out. (Smirks) We don't need to bring Michael. I'm sure the Scholar already knows he's...in dispose. We'll use him as a hostage.

Belavarg: An excellent idea. I'll await your return.

Peter: We'll be back very soon with the women, Master. (He concentrates. There's a dark blue light around them, and all three disappear.)

*Belavarg returns to his lunch, eating happily, as we fade out.*