Ok ladies, ready to rescue Val and your men?

Valerie: Ooohhh...

Lauren: Definitely.

Daphne: Yes!

(We open in Belavarg's dungeon. Emma and Daphne are chained to the wall.)

Emma: ...So you really restored Davy. Do you feel any stronger?

Daphne: A little bit. I definitely don't have the heavy feeling like before.

Emma: I'm still craving raw meat and dog biscuits...and I really feel the need to scratch right about here. (Nods her head to indicate her left ear)

Daphne: Resist the best you can.

Emma: I hope they aren't doing anything really terrible to Lauren. I know the way Micky's mind works. It's frightening.

Daphne: *Nods* Lauren can handle herself. She knows how to use his mind against him.

*There's a dark light. Lauren suddenly appears, chained up next to Daphne with a happily dazed look on her face.*

Daphne: Judging from the look on her face, I'd say she won.

Emma: She hasn't looked that happy since she and Micky got together the day we were all stranded on that island.

Daphne: *Grins* Hey, earth to Lauren!

Lauren: *Shakes her head* Huh? *Looks around* Oh, man, what happened?

Emma: You looked like the Red Sox AND the Boston Celtics won at the same time.

Lauren: I saved Mick, we were kissing, and the next thing I know, I’m chained up in here.

Emma: Men. The WOULD interrupt the romantic scene!

Lauren: *Sighs* I don't know what they did with Mick.

Emma: I know what they're doing with Mike, and I'm about ready to wallop the whole lot of them, Peter included. (Looks at Daphne) I guess you don't know what happened to Dave, either.

Daphne: Nope. Same thing happened to me that happened to Lauren.

Emma: DAMN IT TO HELL! (She rattles her chains angrily) There HAS to be a way to get out of here and find them!

Emma: I wish we could just break these damn chains!

Daphne: Wouldn't it be nice if we could just yank... *Yanks on her chains...and they break, crumbling onto the ground.*

Emma: (Eyes widen) Good lord almighty, Daph!

Daphne: How did I do that??

Lauren: I wonder... *Yanks on her chains; they break, crumbling just as Daphne's did* Wow!

Emma: Hey... (She yanks on her chains; they remain in the wall) Man, no fair! How come I can't do it?

Lauren: We must've been upgraded when we saved our guys.

Daphne: Which explains why Em can't break hers.

*Lauren breaks Emma free.*

Emma: Thanks, sweetie. (Emma rubs her wrists as she gets to her feet) Now that we're out of those chains, how do we get out of this dungeon?

Lauren: Shall we break down the door?

Emma: (Stands back) By all means.

*Lauren and Daphne shoot fingers to see who gets to break down the door. Daphne wins. Lauren snaps her fingers. Daphne takes a step back, then side-kicks the door, knocking it right off its hinges.*

Emma: Damn.

Lauren: Lucky.

Daphne: *Dusts her hands off* Easy as pie.

Emma: Well ladies, shall we look for our men?

Daphne: Lets!

(We fade out on the three women as they head into the labyrinth that is Belavarg's mansion and fade in on Belavarg's room. It's all very modern, manly bachelor 70s, from the clean, space-age lines to the shaggy carpet to the orange, brown, and green color scheme. Valerie lays on the king-sized bed. The bed is across from a huge cabinet that dominates much of the back of the room.)

(Belavarg enters as Valerie stirs in the bed, murmuring in her sleep.)

Valerie: Peter...

Belavarg: Greetings. How are you feeling?

Valerie: (As her eyes slowly open) Not very well. I'm sooo tired...

Belavarg: I had a feeling. That's why I brought you here. You'll be more comfortable.

Valerie: Where's...Peter?

Belavarg: He's around, with the other men.

Valerie: Who are you?

Belavarg: My name is Belavarg. I own and run Dark Star Records.

Valerie: (Frowns) I think...I know them. Competition. Just opened.

Belavarg: Yes, we did. I've heard of your Headquarters Records as well. I wished we could have a friendly chat.

Valerie: I'm not chatting with a demon. What did you do to my husband? He's the gentlest of men. He would never have done that to his friends on his own!

Belavarg: He required very little actual coaxing. It seems he has a vendetta against one of those men in particular.

Valerie: I thought he and Mike settled their differences after last summer!

Belavarg: Apparently not.

Valerie: Please let me go to him! I can heal him!

Belavarg: *Sits on the bed next to Valerie* You have a very strong will, which is quite attractive.

Valerie: Thank you. Where's Peter?

Belavarg: He will be here shortly. *pauses* I really would like to talk about business with you.

Valerie: What kind of business?

Belavarg: Why, the recording business, of course!

Valerie: I'm not interested in selling to you, if that's what you mean.

Belavarg: *sighs* I merely wish to discuss business. I am not looking for anything. *smirks* You are quite the business woman, though. Very attractive.

Valerie: I appreciate your compliments.

(Belavarg sits next to her. She struggles to sit upright.)

Valerie: Really, I'd like to know where my husband is, so I can heal him and get out of here. I appreciate your hospitality, but I'm worried about him and what he'll do to the others and to Mike.

Belavarg: Believe me when I say that he will be here shortly. *Helps her sit up*

Valerie: (Frowns when Belavarg touches her stomach, then rubs it gently) That...ooh...feels nice..

Belavarg: I knew it would. *Continues to rub*

Valerie: Please...don't...hurt...son...

Belavarg: I wouldn't dream of it, my dear.

*The door to the room sudden comes off its hinges. Lauren stands just outside the door frame, grinning. Daphne peeks into the room from the side and nods appreciatively.*

Daphne: You've got a heck of a kick too, Lauren!

Lauren: Thanks, Daph.

Emma: God, you two amaze me.

Belavarg: How did you get free?

Lauren: Did you see what I just did to the door?

Emma: My friends here can now kick your rear end in six different interesting ways.

Valerie: Girls!

Emma: So (she pulls out her field hockey stick) Unless you feel like having your demon rear handed to you, you'd better get off her.

*Both Daphne and Lauren make staffs appear.*

*Belavarg makes a face and promptly disappears.*

Lauren: Rats!

Emma: For a great big demon, he sure is a chicken!

Valerie: I'm so glad all of you are here! (Emma and Daphne help her to her feet)

Emma: How do you feel?

Valerie: A little bit woozy, but not bad. I was so tired before...

Emma: Energy. This guy's after energy. (Looks at the girls) Did he try for yours, too?

Daphne: Davy tried to get mine.

Lauren: Mick was too preoccupied with a different thought process to try, I think.

Valerie: Let's get out of here, before he decides to come back anyway. I want to find Peter.

Emma: And I have the nasty feeling he'll be where Mike is.

Lauren: So we'd better find them, and quick!

Emma: I tried imagining ourselves to the guys when we left, but nothing happened. I think the only way we're going to get around in here is walk.

Valerie: (As they leave Belavarg's room and looks around) Wonderful. There must be a hundred doors in here!

Emma: Why do all the villains have to have incredibly huge hideouts we can never figure out without a map? It's not like we can just walk in and find them!

(Emma opens a door to prove her point...and leads the women into Stella's room. Stella has just removed another feather boa from Mike, whose head is tilted back and eyes are closed.)

Emma: MIKE! BABY!

Stella: *Turns* What are all of you doing here? I'm not done with him yet! *stomps her foot*

Emma: You are now. (Pulls out her field hockey stick)

(Mike looks up at Emma...but his eyes are full of fire!)

Stella: *Suddenly changes into a pink leather suit and takes what she thinks is a fighting stance* I'll fight you for him!

(Mike stands and growls, snarling.)

Emma: (She lifts her stick) What did you do to him?

Stella: He's my pet. He does what I tell him to.

Emma: He's not a pet!

(Mike lunges for Emma. She's caught off-guard as he knocks her to the ground.)

Emma: Mike, no! Baby, what are you doing?

Lauren: Em!

(Mike continues to growl and paw at her. Emma pushes his head away before he can bite her.)

Emma: God Baby, what did you eat for lunch? Your breath smells terrible.

(She manages to grab hold of her field hockey stick and hit him over the back, not enough to hurt him, but enough to get him to roll off of her.)

Emma: Baby, think! This isn't you! You're a human! You don't have fur! You walk upright! You eat people food! You drink out of cups, not out of bowls!

Mike: No...d...dog...

Emma: No! You turn into a wolf when you're angry, but that never lasts more than ten minutes at the most!

Mike: I...dog...man...

Emma: Honey, you're a man. You're a man...and you're my husband.

Mike: I...mate...no! (He attacks her again, lunging for her back. She manages to jump aside this time.)

Emma: (Turns angrily to Stella) You...how did you do this? How did you confuse him like this?

Stella: Very carefully.

Mike: She...mistress...

Emma: She's nothing of the kind! She's a nasty witch who is trying to use you!

Mike: Mistress...say...attack...

Emma: Mike, don't listen!

(He knocks her to the ground again, holding her down. Her field hockey stick skitters across the floor, ending up at Stella's feet.)

Emma: (She tries to reach for her stick and hold Mike off at the same time) Oh man... (Stella grabs her stick before she can)

Stella: Well, well.

Emma: Mike... (Her hands reach up to touch his hair) What did they do to you?

Mike: Dog...dog train...

Emma: No, you are NOT a dog! (Her fingers run through his hair) You're a human. Just because you can smell and hear and run like a wolf, doesn't make YOU one.

Mike: Mate...

Emma: (Nods) That's right! I'm your soulmate. We love each other.

Mike: No...fight...noise...

Emma: Yes, we fight. (Smiles) But it doesn't mean I don't love you, honey. I love you more than I've ever loved any man.

Mike: Love...mate...

Emma: You love me. You have two wonderful children and a beautiful home that we fixed ourselves with me! We're the leaders of the Guardians of the Light...and you're the leader of The Monkees.

Mike: (Looks away) Not...lead...Peter...strong...

Emma: Maybe he is strong, but you have the instinct. (She takes his hand) See this hand? This is a human hand. Strong and supple and graceful. The man who has these hands has written beautiful songs with them, saved dozens of people, made love to his wife. Could a dog do that?

Stella: *Stomps her foot* No, no, no!

Mike: No...dog...not...do...that...

Emma: (Looks up at Stella) Oh, go ride a broomstick!

Mike: Not...mistress...

Emma: No. She's not your mistress. No one is. You're your own man, and you're proud of it. (Softer) And so am I.

Mike: Love...mate...

Emma: I love you too, honey.

(She helps pull him into a sitting position. There's a dark blue light, and Mike's Diamond Sword appears in Emma's hand.)

Emma: This is yours, honey. Your beloved weapon. (Shoots a glare at Stella) And I believe you have mine. (She concentrates. Her field hockey stick appears in another dark blue light, vanishing from Stella's hands.)

Mike: Love...mate...most...

Emma: And I love you most. (She touches the field hockey stick to the sword with one hand and grabs Mike for a passionate kiss with the other. There's a white-copper light around them. When it subsides, Mike now has his normal hair do and wears his white and black 8 button shirt. Emma's field hockey stick is now heavier, looking more like a curved staff with amber inlay.)

Mike: (As he helps Emma to her feet) Darlin'...

(Emma just kisses him again.)

*Stella growls and makes herself and Mike disappear!*

Emma: (Eyes widen in shock at her empty arms) Mike! (Looks around her; screams) MIIIKKKEEE! (We fade out on Emma's look of frustration and horror)