Everyone ready to rescue the guys?

Valerie: (Sighs) Peter...

Lauren: Ready! X(

Daphne: I am, too.

(We open in Belavarg's living room. Peter sits in a chair, Mike kneeling by his side. Peter holds his leash. Davy and Micky sit on the couch.)

Peter: The girls should be here any minute.

(Mike whimpers, nuzzling Peter's hand.)

Belavarg: Excellent, gentlemen.

Peter: (Strokes Mike's head as Belavarg enters the room) Hello, Master. (He scratches behind Mike's ear; he howls softly) The other three women should be along any minute now.

Micky: Should be fun.

Peter: (As we see a series of dark blue lights) And I believe that's them now.

Davy: It's about time.

(When the lights subside, Emma, Lauren, and Daphne appear. Emma's eyes widen when she sees Mike.)

Emma: Oh, my...BABY! (She goes to him, field hockey stick raised, but Belavarg blocks her) Get out of my way, you oversized excuse for an ugly bat! That's my husband over there!

(Mike's eyes get wide, too. He lets out a howl and lunges for Emma, but Peter tugs on his leash, holding him back.)

Belavarg: And greetings to you, too.

Emma: Move it, ugly. You don't want to see me when I'm mad.

Belavarg: *Chuckles* You are a feisty one!

(Mike strains on the leash, but Peter's stronger and finally pulls him away.)

Emma: You'll see how feisty I am if you don't take my husband off that leash NOW.

Belvarg: On the contrary, I believe the men are interested in having some...one on one...chats with you ladies.

Emma: I can't chat with my husband when he's on a leash!

(Mike howls again, trying to reach past Belavarg to Emma. Peter pulls on his leash as hard as he can.)

Peter: Master, I can't hold onto Michael for much longer!

Belavarg: Why don't we let our games begin, then?

Emma: We want no games with you, demon, just our soulmates!

Mike: (Howls) E...e...emmm...

*The entire group disappears. We move to a stage. Belavarg, Davy, and Daphne appear. The rest of the men appear in the wings.*

Peter: (Looks around) Our first venue. (Smirks) What did you do with the other women?

(Mike howls, confused. Where's his mate?)

Belavarg: They currently inhabit the dungeon.

(Mike growls. He wants his mate.)

Peter: (Rubs the back of Mike's neck, under his collar; he whines) Patience, Michael. You'll have your soulmate soon.

Davy: Hello, luv. (He smirks) Ready to begin?

Daphne: I don't want to fight you, Davy! What is wrong with you guys?

Davy: We want you to join us. Our new Master gave us a wonderful contract.

Daphne: Oh, really? So, in return for the contract, you give up your free will. David, I do NOT call that a fair trade.

Davy: Who says I did? We get to make music now, luv. We're gonna get our music heard!

(Davy ducks around Daphne and zaps her with a small dark blue beam.)

Davy: How do you feel now, luv?

Daphne: What was that?

Davy: Takes your energy.

Daphne: *Eyes widen* David! *Makes a staff appear* Looks like I'll have to use this after all.

Davy: (Makes his sword appear) If you insist, luv. You know I'll beat you.

("A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You" begins as Davy and Daphne circle each other. Davy whacks her on the rear with the back of his sword, grinning.)

*Daphne is not amused. She aims high, hitting Davy's shoulder.*

(Davy's eyes get wide...then angry. He goes after Daphne with more firepower this time.)

*Daphne dodges his firepower and hits him a few more times.*

(Davy growls. Every stroke he sends at her sends a small wave of water at Daphne...water that saps her energy!)

(Mike growls and pants; Peter just crosses his arms and looks satisfied.)

(Davy finally doubles over. As he sags, we see why - Daphne shoved her staff under his rear and pushed.)

*Daphne lifts the staff, sending Davy crashing to the floor.*

(Davy concentrates. It suddenly starts raining in the theater - the fire sprinklers are on. Davy grabs a curtain and throws it over Daph, then whacks at her rear again. He chases Daphne into the seats. He's about to jump on her again when she whacks at him in the chest with the staff. This knocks the breath out of him! He winds up on the ground as the music ends.)

Davy: (As he breaths hard) Daph...what...was...that...

(He stumbles into a wet chair, still winded.)

Daphne: I'm knocking some sense into you!

Davy: Did you...have...to...knock...quite...so...hard...

Daphne: YES! My lighter knocks weren't working.

Davy: Luv...I had to do it. That little act of ours with Boyce an' Hart ain't gettin' anywhere!

Daphne: You don't HAVE to do anything.

Davy: I want my career back! So does Micky!

Daphne: Davy, I understand that! It will happen... but not like this!

Davy: But it's takin' so LONG.

Daphne: I know, but good things come to those that wait. Trust me, Davy, this is NOT the way to go about things.

Davy: (As the water slows down) Daph, I never meant to hurt you. Really. I just want to sing for a crowd that's larger than the Club Caprice. I loved our tours, all the screaming fans. All the (sighs) attention.

Daphne: I know, Davy. *Pauses* No matter what, you have to remember that I love you.

Davy: I...I do too, luv. No matter how many stars I get in me eyes, you're the only woman for me.

Daphne: And you're the only man for me! *Kisses Davy*

Davy: Luv... (He grabs her and kisses her) Let's put our heads together, shall we? (He touches his sword to her staff)

(There's a blast of pink and sea-blue light. When it subsides, Davy now wears his sea-blue 8-button shirt and black trousers. He has a much longer dueling sword with an elaborate silver and sapphire hilt and a fine leather scabbard. Daphne carries a spear with a metal pole and a stiff pink quartz tip.)

Peter: (Angry) Davy, you were supposed to bring her to us!

Davy: I like being good better.

(Mike howls and scratches at his neck.)

Peter: David, you failed us.

Davy: In your opinion, not mine.

Peter: No! Bring her and her energy to us!

Davy: No.

Peter: Then you're of no use to us! Micky (he turns to the curly-haired man behind him) you know him best. Send him to a place where his dear Huntress will never find him.

*Micky smirks as a dark blue light covers Davy and makes him disappear.*

Peter: Micky, how would you like to drain your little Mother now? Hopefully, you'll be far more persuasive than your friend David.

Micky: *Wide smirk* I'd love to!

Daphne: No!

Peter: You have no say in this, Huntress. You've caused enough trouble.

(Mike scratches at himself again and howls.)

*Daphne disappears, headed back to the dungeon.*

Belavarg: Now, we move on.

Peter: (Turns to Micky) It's your turn for the Mother.

*The group disappears from the stage. The guys, Belavarg, and Lauren reappear in a laboratory filled with various machinery, chemistry items, etc.*

Peter: (As Lauren fades in) Hello, Mother.

(Mike frowns and howls. He knows her. That's his mate's friend...)

Peter: (Tugs on Mike's leash) Down, Michael.

Lauren: Peter, don't do this.

Micky: (Smirks) Hi, babe. Having fun? I know I am.

Peter: I want you to join us, Mother. So does the Savage.

Lauren: No! I won't join you! I wanna help return you guys to normal!

Micky: We're better n' normal, Babe! (He pulls her to him) I won't blow things to smithereens anymore. Want me to show you?

Lauren: No! I WANT you to blow things up! At least then I knew it was all your doing.

Micky: How'd you like to see what I can do now, Babe? (He pours a liquid over her head...and she grows to six feet tall.)

Lauren: *Looks Micky square in the eye; her eyes are blazing* Micky, so help me, if you do not return me to my correct height, YOU will become shorter, but not in height!

Micky: I thought you wanted to be taller.

Lauren: *gets in his face* Turn. Me. BACK!

Micky: Ok. (He pours another vial over Lauren. She turns into a red kitten.) You didn't say what to turn you into!

*Lauren the kitten tries to scratch at Micky.*

Micky: Hey! (He pours another vial on Lauren) Let's make you something with less claws. (She's now standing on the floor, about three inches in height.)

Lauren: *Yells* MICKY!!!

Micky: Well, you didn't want to be tall! Picky, picky, picky.

(Micky takes a large vial of green liquid. It restores Lauren to her correct height...but now she's green all over - green hair, green skin, green clothes.)

Lauren: The skin is the only thing I truly mind about this. *Glares at Micky* Don't make me kill you, Mick.

Micky: Babe, I don't want to kill you, or for you to kill me. Perish the thought! I just want you to join our merry band.

Lauren: I won't!

(He pours another vial down Lauren's pants. There's a pink poof around her. When it subsides, she wears a frilly pink dress and has a pink hair bow in her hair...though she does still wear her sneakers.)

Micky: (Whistles) God, you have good legs.

(Peter also whistles. Mike grins and howls.)

Lauren: *Makes a fist* I am NOT afraid to use this.

Micky: It's such a nice fist, why waste it? (Makes her long dagger appear and hands it to her) Use this instead. You'll get to the dark meat quicker.

Micky: (Makes his short dagger appear) I'm ready for a little foreplay, Babe. How about you?

Lauren: Changing the meaning of it, did you?

Micky: Not that much. After I drain your energy and get you to join us, I'm gonna go to town and enjoy it!

Lauren: Like hell you will.

Micky: Oh no? (He puts out his dagger) On guard, Babe!

*Lauren slashes with her long dagger, clearly furious.*

(Micky ducks around, but he can't avoid Lauren's blows.)

Micky: (Lauren finally gives him a good slash) Owww! Damn it, babe! I'm just trying to get into bed with you! We've only done it once in the last couple of weeks, and that was on the island!

Micky: (Whines) I thought we discussed this!

Lauren: Yeah, when you weren't evil!

Micky: Come on, Babe! I just want...it's so frustrating...

Lauren: *Pulls her dagger away* Talk to me when you’re not evil. *Turns on her heel, standing with her back to him.*

Micky: Baaabe, come on! I love you! You know I do! I just...I was just joking!

Peter: (Frowns; he sees Micky's aura and knows where this is heading) Micky...

*Lauren continues to ignore Micky.*

Micky: I'm always joking. You know (squeezes his fingers together) little joke, 'bout that big?

*Lauren just sighs, still ignoring him.*

Micky: (He leans closer to her) Babe...look, I love you.

Lauren: *Still with her back turned* Show me.

(Micky grabs her and gives her the most passionate kiss he can.)

Lauren: *Pulls away, rather dazed* That's...a wonderful start...

Micky: Yeah, Babe. (He holds out his dagger) So...we wait?

Lauren: Yes. *Touches her dagger to his, smiling*

(There's a red-purple light around them. When it subsides, Micky's now wearing his red eight-button shirt, though he retains his jeans and sneakers. His dagger is slightly longer and has a more elaborate ruby-studded hilt. Lauren's long dagger is also silver, with one large amethyst on the end.)

Peter: Damn it! (He turns to Belavarg) Master, get rid of both of them! I can't believe this!

*Belavarg snaps his fingers. Micky and Lauren disappear.*