Everyone ready to defend your turf?

(Mike howls.)

Peter: I want my wife. X(

Davy: This should be fun.

Micky: I want Lauren.

(We open back in Stella's room. Mike lays in the bed. Stella strokes his back and his short-cropped hair. Mike is sleeping. His eyes slowly flutter open.)

Mike: Huh...where... (He whimpers a little)

Stella: Shh. You're in my room. Be comfortable.

Mike: M...m...mate...

Stella: I will be your mate. We had quite a bit of fun, didn't we?

Mike: Yeah...not...mate...

Stella: Oh, but I will be. *Runs the tip of her boa up and down his upper body*

Mike: (Howls, but then says) E...e..emmm....

(Mike lets out another howl as the boa goes further down.)

Stella: Naughty boy! You need to obey your Mistress and stop mentioning that name!

Mike: Want...mate...

(Mike howls, trying to "paw" Stella, though he can't go far with hands instead of paws.)

*Stella grabs his hands and ties his wrists together with the boa.*

(Mike howls louder, trying to release his hands. He "paws" her with his feet.)

*Stella uses the other end of the boa to tie Mike's ankles together.*

(Mike, now bent back slightly, whimpers. He tries to howl again and move, but the boas are too tight.)

Mike: S..st...stella...

Stella: Say it again...

Mike: S...st...stella... (He howls louder)

Stella: Again... with the howl!

Mike: Noooo... (He whimpers) Not...Stellla...Emmm...

(He gasps when Stella runs another boa over his midsection.)

Stella: You're being naughty again!

Mike: Want...Em...love...E...emmm...

(He tries to move his legs, but he's tied too tightly. He shudders as Stella's fingers move up to his head.)

Mike: Stella...no...Em...

(Mike whimpers as Stella's fingers run up and down his neck and spine.)

Mike: Stella...let...go...

Stella: No, you're being very naughty! You must be taught a lesson!

(Mike squeaks like a puppy when Stella's fingers run down his neck. His eyes soften and lower, given him a gentler look. He nuzzles her chest.)

Mike: (Whimpering) St...st...stella...

Stella: Yes...

(Mike pants, nuzzling her cheek. He whimpers again when her fingers move down his spine and to his buttocks.)

Stella: You like that. I know you do.

Mike: (Sighs; then softly) Emm....

*Stella pinches him, clearly annoyed.*

(Mike yelps. He lets out a long, loud whine.)

Mike: Want Em!

(Mike lets out another whine as Sheila's boa moves to his legs and feet. He tries to kick his legs, startled.)

Mike: Oooh...St...ste...llla....

Stella: That's my name.

Mike: (He turns over and whimpers) Stella...please...need...mate...

(Mike nuzzles Stella, trying to get her to listen to him and bring him his wife.)

Mike: Stella...I...dog... (He howls) I...man...

Stella: *grins* Howl again...

Mike: I...dog...man... (He lets out a loud, helpless, confused whine and rubs his nose against Stella's chest, panting.)

Stella: Good boy!

Mike: (Looks up at her) Stella...I dog...man...which...

Stella: *smirks* You're such a good dog!

Mike: I...dog...

Stella: Yes, a dog. A very GOOD dog.

Mike: Yes...dog... (He howls again)

(Stella pulls a silken scarf from her dresser and ties it around Mike's mouth, gagging him tightly and ending the howls and whines. He thumps his legs.)

Stella: Much better.

(There's a knock on the door. Stella slides further under the blanket as we hear Belavarg's voice.)

Belavarg: Stella, dear, may I come in?

Stella: Yes, dear. I'm just about finished with him.

Belavarg: *Enters* How did you do?

Stella: (Strokes Mike's chopped hair) Excellently.

(Mike whimpers under his gag.)

Belavarg: Is he now our very own "attack dog?"

Stella: (Runs her fingers over Mike's neck; he whimpers) Our little puppy will do whatever we want him to.

Belavarg: Excellent. He'll be extremely helpful in finding more victims.

(Mike nods.)

Stella: Where are the others? How did they do with the other boy?

Belavarg: He is now as helpful as they are. All three have gone to lure the women.

Stella: Ah, yes. This one keeps talking about his "mate." I assume he means his wife. (She runs her fingers down Mike's back again; he shudders)

Belavarg: Yes.

Stella: More "recruits" for your collection?

Belavarg: And if they do well, you'll have more for yours.

Stella: I like the sound of that.

Belavarg: I knew you would.

(Mike murmurs under his gag. Stella strokes his shorn black hair.)

Stella: We need to find a nice little bed to keep our pretty puppy in.

Belavarg: Yes. I'm sure you can handle that.

Stella: (Smirks) And I'm sure you're going to make room for your new additions to your collection.

Belavarg: Most certainly.

Stella: (She unties the boa, though she leaves the gag on Mike's mouth) Come along, puppy. We're going to find you a nice little bed to sleep in. (She puts the collar and leash on his neck and wraps the blanket around his shoulders. Mike just nods.)

(Stella takes him out of the room, with Belavarg watching._

*We fade out as Belavarg smirks, following Stella. Fade in on Lauren and Micky's house.*

(Emma paces up and down in the living room, where the twins, Leah, Jordan, and Katie play. Lauren sits on the couch. Valerie comes in from the kitchen.)

Valerie: (Shakes her head) Alexandra and Patrick O'Malley haven't seen any of them since Mike was in the office room this morning.

Emma: This is crazy!

Lauren: They had to have gone somewhere, but where?!

Emma: (She puts her head in her hands) Something's wrong. Something's seriously wrong. My head feels like it's going to explode, I've been dizzy, and I'm craving dog biscuits...but I don't feel "animal," like I do when I know Mike's gone into wolf mode. (Frowns and puts her hand on her heart) He's not angry, either. Just scared and very confused.

Valerie: (She gulps) Peter's been corrupted again. I know he has. I feel the same way I did last summer when the devils did it to him...and I feel it worse.

Lauren: *Sighs* I feel like I've gone through the gamut with Mick. Scared, confused, docile...and now evil.

Emma: (Looks at the kids) I'm wondering if we should send them somewhere until we can find the boys...or they decide to come after us. I have the feeling they will.

(Daphne comes in the house, carrying Lizzie. Lizzie is curious. Daphne's worried.)

Daphne: There's something very wrong, ladies.

Valerie: (Sighs) We know. You probably feel it, too. All of the guys have gone missing.

Lauren: We definitely need to get the kids out of here.

Valerie: I'll call Dad. Chrissy's at home now. We could get her, Sarah, and Matilda to babysit at the mansion until we figure out what's going on. It's the safest place for them. Dad not only has a security system, but guards on the grounds and all the servants.

Emma: (She goes to Katie and the others) Hey kids... (Smiles a little) how would you like to go visit Chrissy and Sarah and Chrissy’s nanny at Pop Pop Morgan's big house today?

Katie: Wow, we'll get to play in their big yard!

Shelly: Okay!

Little Mick: I love that big yard!

Jordan: I like visiting Pop Pop! He's nice!

Valerie: I'll call Dad right now. Daphne, maybe you could get the other Abbies to pick them up and bring them over?

Daphne: Sure!

Valerie: Lauren, do you have a phone upstairs Daph could use?

Lauren: Yeah. Daph, it's in the master bedroom, on the dresser.

Daphne: Gotcha, thanks. *Heads upstairs*

Emma: I'm going to go get Robbie. He should be getting up from his nap now. (Emma goes upstairs. Katie goes to Lauren.)

Katie: Auntie Lauren...why do you want us to go visit Pop Pop Morgan?

Jordan: 'Cause he's my poppy, and he's nice!

Lauren: Well, just to visit. It's nice to drop in every so often.

Katie: Aunt Lauren, I feel funny. I feel like I'm a doggie...but I'm not.

Jordan: (Frowns) I feel funny, too. Daddy's mad 'bout something, but I don't know what.

Lauren: I'm sorry, kids. I wish I knew what was going on. Don't worry, you'll all be feeling better very soon.

Jordan: I think my daddy's dark again.

Katie: (She shakes her head) But Papa helped him! If Papa helped him, he's ok!

Emma: (She comes downstairs with Robbie and a diaper bag) I have all my stuff together for Robbie. He'll be ok, won't you, sweetie?

Robbie: Mama! (He leans against his mother)

Valerie: (She frowns as she walks into the living room) That's funny.

Emma: What's funny?

Valerie: I feel like Peter's close-by...

Emma: Mike doesn't feel like he's close-by. How close?

Valerie: Almost...here.

Lauren: And I feel like Micky's close by...

Emma: We have to get the kids out of here NOW. Daphne! (She calls upstairs) Daph!

Katie: (She goes to the stairs) Auntie Daaaapphne!

Daphne: *Comes downstairs* I'm coming, I'm coming! *Rejoins the others* I hurried as quick as I could. The guys are close by, aren't they?

Emma: (Nods) They seem to be. We may have to imagine the kids into the girls' van. If they're as close as everyone says they are, we're not even going to have the time for chit-chat. The girls know what to do.

Lauren: Then we'd better send them quick!

Valerie: (Nods) Dad's willing to let the household watch the kids, though he does want to know at least some of what's going on. (Sighs) We'll tell him what we can later.

Emma: Kids, we're going to send you out to the Abbies with the blue light. We don't have the time to take you there.

Robbie: Mama! (He hugs Emma tighter)

Emma: Oh honey, I'll miss you, too. But it'll only be a few hours. You can finish your nap there.

Robbie: (Frowns) "But I want you, Mama!"

Katie: "Don't worry, Robbie! Chrissy n' Sarah n' I will take good care of you!"

Robbie: "Ok, but I still wish Mama could come."

Katie: "Our mamas are going to help our papas feel well!"

(Emma concentrates. There's a dark blue light around Katie and Robbie, and they and the diaper bag are gone. Emma wipes away the tear in her eyes.)

(Valerie gives Jordan a hug, and he disappears in a blue light.)

*Lauren concentrates. The twins and Leah disappear in a blue light.*

*Daphne hugs Lizzie. Lizzie disappears in a blue light.*

Valerie: (Puts a hand on Emma's shoulder) Don't worry, Em. They're in good hands. Chrissy and Sarah adore them, and they all adore Chrissy and Sarah.

Emma: I know, but...Robbie's so LITTLE...

Valerie: But he has Katie to watch him, too. They're where they'll be safe. (She puts her arm around Emma's shoulder and gives her a little hug)

Emma: Still... (Frowns) What's that? (Goes to look out the window) I think it's Peter's GTO!

Valerie: (Dreamy) Peter...

Daphne: Judging from what I'm feeling... *Makes her spear appear* We might need this.

(Emma nods and makes her field hockey stick appear. She steps in front of Valerie.)

*Lauren makes a staff appear as well.*

(The boys step into the house just as Daphne makes her spear appear.)

Peter: (Shakes his head) Now ladies, what kind of a greeting is this?

Emma: Where have the three of you been, and where's Mike?

Davy: He's resting.

Emma: Like hell he is. Did one of you turn him into a wolf? I'm craving dog biscuits and raw meat.

Peter: That was probably his lunch. You know he likes his steaks rare. He might have snitched cookies, too.

Emma: I don't believe a word of this. What are you boys doing here?

Peter: Asking our wives to join us and our new endeavor. (Sighs) I can see we're going to have to use other means.

*Micky moves past Davy and Peter, catching Lauren off-guard. He knocks the staff from her hands and bodily picks her up, arms around her arms and waist. He carries her over to Peter and Davy as she struggles.*

Lauren: Mick!! Let me down!

Emma: George Michael Dolenz, what in the HELL are you doing to your wife?

Davy: I'd say he has a brilliant idea going.

Peter: Bringing her to us. (Smirks) We have someone else who's important to you as well, Scholar.

Emma: Mike. Where's Mike? (Growls) WHERE IS HE?

Peter: With our master and mistress at their studio. He's learning to be a good dog.

Emma: (Roars) BUT HE'S A MAN!

Peter: With a wolf's senses, Scholar.

Valerie: (Shakes her head, trying to clear the cobwebs) Peter, don't...

Peter: Valerie, I want you to come with me.

Emma: NO! Get AWAY from her!

Daphne: None of us are going with you!

Lauren: *Still struggles* Dammit, Micky, put me down!

Emma: Micky Dolenz, you put my best friend down this instant!

Micky: No! *Runs off with Lauren.*

Emma: Oh no, you don't! (She runs in front of Micky and puts her stick in front of his foot. He trips and runs into the couch. Lauren makes a soft landing on top of it.)

Peter: (Groans as he rubs Valerie's head; barks over his shoulder) Micky! For god's sake, be careful!

Lauren: Oof! *Shakes it off* Thanks, Em...

*Micky grumbles, pushing up off the floor.*

Emma: You're welcome. (Looks up at Peter) We have to get Valerie out of here! I know what he's doing. He did it last summer.

Daphne: *Joins Emma* Then lets save her, Em.

Emma: Right. You girls go after Davy and Micky. I'll get Val.

Lauren: *Rubs at her arms* Okay.

("Randy Scouse Git" begins as the three spread out. Emma swipes at Peter, but he pulls away. There's a dark blue light around Valerie, and he disappears. Emma lets out a growl and chases Peter, who smirks at her and just dodges her attacks.)

*A blue light appears around Lauren, but fades when Daphne whacks Micky over the head with her staff. He slumps to the floor, holding his head and groaning.*

(Emma manages to trip Peter, who goes crashing into an end table. He manages to sit up, rubbing his ankles and glaring at her.)

*Davy tries to get at Daphne, but she manages to keep him at bay with her spear, which she uses to poke at him.*

(Emma grins at Daphne. Great idea! She pokes at Peter a few times. He shoves her field hockey stick away. "Don't do that" can clearly be seen on his lips.)

(Peter makes his crossbow appear, but it turns into a bouquet of greenish daisies in a dark blue light while he's loading it. Emma grins.)

(Peter angrily throws the daisies aside and calls to Micky and Davy. Do you two have your wives yet?)

*Davy still can't get around Daphne's staff.*

*Micky continues dives for...and misses...Lauren.*

Peter: (As the music ends; ducks a particularly close swing from Emma's field hockey stick) Scholar, if you knock my block off, you'll never see your precious husband again!

Emma: Peter, tell me where he is and what you've turned him into!

Peter: Why don't you come see for yourself? All of you. If you want the White Knight back, you'll have to come get him.

Emma: No! I'm tired of playing these games! I want Mike!

Peter: Be patient, Scholar. You'll be with him...as soon as you girls can fight US.

Lauren: Then bring it on! We're ready NOW!

Peter: Not here, at the house. There isn't enough room. Besides, Micky loves this place. We'll fight at Master's studio.

Emma: Who IS Master?

Peter: Not the Devils, if that's what you're thinking. You'll find out when you arrive there. (There's a dark blue light, and a small business card falls in Emma's hand) There's Master's card and his business. Dark Star Records.

Emma: (Closes her eyes; thinking) Dark Star Records...

Lauren: Dark Star...wait a minute...

Peter: We'll see you in an hour or assume that you're no longer interested in rescuing the White Knight and the Aristocrat.

Emma: (Nods) Fine, then.

Peter: (Nods at Davy and Micky) Come along, boys. We must prepare ourselves for tonight. (He disappears in a dark blue light)

Davy: *Grins at Daphne* Bye, luv. *Blows a kiss at her and disappears.*

Micky: *Evil grin, staring at Lauren* Bye, babe. *Disappears as well*

Emma: (Growls at the top of her lungs) OOOOHHHHHHHH.....

Lauren: *Puts a hand to her forehead* Dark Star...

Emma: (Nods) Shit. Didn't Tilly mention them once?

Daphne: I'm missing something here.

Emma: At our Christmas party, Tilly mentioned a Dark something Records that was owned by a playboy who was rumored to be a demon. I think she said Dark SIDE, but she may have meant Dark STAR.

Lauren: *groans* Oh no. I think I have a good idea of who we're up against.

Emma: In that case (she concentrates - when it subsides, the girls are now in their 8-button uniforms) it's time for the appearance of the MonkeeWomen. (She turns to the other two) Ladies, let's rescue our men from the Dark Star Demon and his witch lover.

Daphne: Gladly!

Lauren: And kick those demon and witch butts from here to...well, as far as we wanna go!

Emma: You bet! (There's a dark blue light, and all three disappear as we fade out on the house.)