Everyone ready to finish this one off?

Peter: Please. :p

Mike: Tell me about it. :P

Micky: Yes.

Davy: Definitely.

(We open with everyone in the backyard but Valerie. While the kids are either running around or sitting on a large old blanket with their mothers, their parents look more than a little bit weary.)

Bob: Hi, gang. How's everyone feeling after that last one?

Emma: More than a little wiped out.

Mike: Yeah.

(Peter, who sits by himself at the end of the table, just sighs and continues to stare at a book he's obviously not reading.)

Bert: What happened after you left the demon's mansion? Has anyone seen them since then?

Bob: Yeah, it seems a little fishy that they just let all eight of you waltz out of there with your lives.

Mike: I'm glad they did! We'd had enough fun with those two!

Emma: And it's not over yet, either. This is the first part of our second four-part series.

Mike: (Groans) Oh no.

Emma: (Grins) Oh yes. (Looks at Lauren) She came up with the great idea of the guys going against the girls waaaayy back in the fall. Shortly after that, we came up with the demons...and thought Belavarg would be perfect for a second "major" villain.

Lauren: Yeah...

Bob: Why a second "major" villain? What's wrong with the devils?

Emma: Oh, you'll eventually see them, too. But to be honest, we thought we needed some fresh faces and something a bit less predictable as an ongoing antagonist. We've been doing this for almost five years now. It's time for a few new additions.

Lauren: And things change.

Mike: (Nods) I'm going to continue to try to work on gettin' the company goin'. And maybe someday (he grins at Micky) you'll be directin' the first music shorts on our new all music TV station.

Micky: Absolutely.

Mike: I really like the idea of startin' a TV station for music, but it'll take tons of money and a lot of creative hands, not to mention people around who know a lot more about TV than us, or even Mick.

Micky: There's someone that knows more than I do?

Mike: We'll need to find people who are still workin' at stations - maybe ones who know about music, too. (Sighs) I didn't mean to cut you out, Mick.

Micky: *grins* I'm just messing with you, Mike.

Mike: (Sighs) The back of my head knew it, but...I really am trying to bring the rest of you into this. I really want this to work, for all of us. I think it'll be good for us. We all need the money, and we all need something to do with ourselves other than nothing.

Emma: It's just a matter of you not going overboard. You ALWAYS do that. You need something else, too.

Mike: Maybe trying to get into TV will be "something else."

Emma: We'll see, honey.

Bob: Peter, what about you? Are you ok?

Peter: (Still looking at his book) No.

Mike: Man, Pete, we understand...

Peter: No, you don't. (He looks up from the book, his eyes clearly haunted) Mike, I did it AGAIN. I went off with someone without reading the contract first...and once again, it got all of us in trouble. (Voice trembles) When will I ever learn?

Mike: Man, Pete... (He and Micky go over to Peter) Don't get down on yourself, buddy.

Peter: Michael, I thought I'd gotten past this! I thought I knew better than to trust someone! I even saw his aura, and I knew it was dark, really dark, but...

Micky: He suckered you in, Pete. He took control before you knew what happened.

Mike: You wanted to believe someone was going to give you that chance, Pete. Who could blame you? We're all going through a rough time right now, and we haven't been helping.

Peter: Guys...

Mike: Pete, I meant what I said at the Club Caprice parking lot. I am sorry for the argument the other day. It was stupid.

Peter: Michael, you know I don't just sit around. I do try to work. I'm just not having much luck right now.

Mike: I ain't havin' the best of luck, either.

Peter: (Looks at Micky) What about you, Mick? How's that movie coming?

Micky: Pretty well.

Mike: When are we gonna all get to crowd into Urse and Rosemarie at the drive-in and see it?

Emma: Which reminds me, as soon as you're up to it, you have to pick up Ursula from the Club Caprice parking lot before she's towed from there.

Mike: (Blushes) Oh man, I totally forgot. It's a good thing she's a car; if she were outside her crystal, she'd kill me.

Emma: You really need to do something so she can go home herself, preferably without looking strange.

Micky: *Snaps his fingers and grins* I've got it! *Turns to Mike* I'm gonna need you to help me with her.

Mike: Ok Mick, what do you have in mind?

Micky: Urse has autopilot, but it doesn't do any good if she's not running. *Grins* How about we do something about that?

Emma: Why don't you guys go over to get her as soon as we finish here?

Mike: Yeah. (Looks at Micky) Up to it, Mick?

Micky: You bet!

Peter: (Sighs) I still feel bad about all this. I nearly killed you guys...with our own powers!

Micky: And we've been through all of this already, Pete, remember?

Emma: (Sighs) That was the problem with this story. I was hoping it wouldn't be too much of a rehash of previous adventures.

Mike: Rehash nothin'! That Stella ain't anythin' like Sheila! Take her potions and boas away, and she's just some bimbo in a pink leather jump suit.

Emma: I think she's smarter than you give her credit for. She did snare you two twice.

Lauren: Em's right.

Micky: I'll give her credit for knowing how to use her potions, but that's it.

Emma: You guys did this with Sheila, too. You didn't want to believe she was evil until it was too late.

Davy: We like to learn the hard way, apparently.

Peter: Well, I'M believing it. I know you guys don't want to think she's as much of a problem as Belavarg, but come on, they're in cahoots.

Emma: Peter's right. You should consider them both highly dangerous. Don't underestimate Stella just because she got upset over her pink jump suit. Have you ever tried to get grass stains out of leather?

Micky: I have.

Emma: Now that we know what to look for, we can be more aware. We can warn our other musician friends to be aware of him, too.

Peter: I just hope this doesn't get too nasty. Michael... (He looks at Mike, frowning) What I did to you...

Mike: ...May have taught me a lesson. I need to be less afraid of my wolf powers and accept the fact that they're in me and I'm not going to get rid of them.

Peter: Our powers are pretty scary, Michael, especially when we can't control them.

Mike: I know. That's what scares ME about my wolf powers - I can't control them. I never know what I'm going to do when I'm an animal. (Gulps) I don't know what Stella gave me. I don't remember much about that. Whatever it did, it made me really confused. I knew I could walk on two legs and think and feel like a human, but there was a really large part of me that said I was a canine walking on stilts.

Peter: I'm not really scared about what my powers can do, but more like what I can see with them. And even then, I can't believe my own eyes...like with Belavarg. I knew I was seeing a black aura, but I didn't want to believe it.

Mike: And Micky, there's your temper tantrums.

Micky: *Nods, frowning* I know, I know. I keep trying, and they just get the best of me.

Peter: And Davy really needs to work on his healing.

Emma: Looks like it's back to the work-out drawing board. We need to work more as a team again.

Peter: Given how well we did at Belavarg's studio with "For Pete's Sake," I'd say we're already half-way there.

Mike: Yeah, but I'd like to avoid more arguments that involve leaving people alone.

Peter: Michael, we can't be together all of the time. We couldn't even when we were living together.

Davy: If we value our sanity at all.

Emma: Peter's right. We can't always be together...but we can be more on our guard. As with the devils, we now know what to look for.

Mike: Right. Those of you who have communicators, use them whenever somethin' don't seem quite right. Micky, have you finished replacing the ones that were lost in the shipwreck last month yet?

Micky: *Nods* Yeah. Finished them last week.

Mike: Good. Give them out again as soon as you can. And while we're on the subject of gadgets, Urse ain't the only one who could use an upgrade. Might not be a bad time to work on the bikes and Rosie, too.

Micky: *Nods* Sure, we could work on them, too.

Peter: (Gulps) And we need to keep a better eye on Valerie. I know Belavarg was doing SOMETHING with her when he had her.

Emma: She's upstairs now, taking a nap. We're all here. We'll make sure nothing else happens, Peter.

Peter: I'm just worried. I know what the Devils did to all of Valerie when she had Jordan. I don't want her to be that traumatized again.

Emma: We're going to make sure she stays away from danger until she has the baby, Peter. Trust me, I wouldn't want Belavarg to do to her what Sheila did to me when I was pregnant with Katie and Robbie.

Bert: So, the demons are permanent villains?

Emma: (Grins) Yes, they are. Very much so. We really liked writing those short stories with Belavarg and Stella that we did early last fall, which is how they ended up here in the first place.

Lauren: Sorry, fellas.

Mike: Why do I have the feeling I'm gonna end up as a dog again?

Emma: We'll see.

Lauren: Weren't you two gonna go get Urse and work on that little project?

Mike: Yeah, we were. Weren't you two gonna finish the interview?

Bob: What do you girls have planned for next month?

Emma: Something a bit more original. Micky's gonna get to play some tennis.

Micky: *Crows* About time!

Lauren: *To the guys* Go!

Mike: Yeah, yeah. Come on, Mick. Let's go get Urse, before the cops really do tow her away.

Peter: We'll finish the interview segment.

Micky: See ya later!

(Mike and Micky disappear in a series of blue lights.)

Emma: (Grins) That reminds me. (She makes a pink stuffed bear appear on the table) Everyone's light is now back to the regular blue color. I guess we were all "purified" when we joined our weapons.

Peter: (Makes the book disappear in a blue light) Including mine.

Lauren: Good. It was getting confusing who had what color lights.

Bert: Did you ladies get your updated powers?

Emma: We won't know until there's another attack (grins), but we sure did get some snazzy new weapons.

Bob: What's all this about tennis next month?

Emma: Those of you who found this story to be a bit too "dark and edgy" will enjoy the next two stories we have coming up, both intended to comedy/action. They'll get a little bit ugly, but nothing like this one.

Peter: I definitely found this one to be too dark. While it's nice to know that I can manipulate nature (frowns), I didn't mean for it to try to kill you guys.

Emma: (Pats Peter's shoulder) We know you didn't, Peter. Why don't you finish out the Interview Segment? That might cheer you up.

Lauren: Yeah.

Peter: Thank you. (Turns to the camera) Thanks for reading this month, folks. We hope all our Irish readers and anyone who loves to party enjoys St. Patrick's Day! See you in the spring!

*Cut from Micky and Lauren’s house the Beach Cave as the guys drive into a large hidden door.*

Mike: (As he climbs out of the MonkeeMobile) Yeah, Urse, I know. I swear I'm sorry for leavin' you there for so long. Em can't drive, and I had the keys on me anyway.

Ursula: Do you know what might have happened if the police impounded me...and took a good look at my insides?

Micky: Yeah, they'd see you naked!

Ursula: No, they'd see all of the things you put in me, many of which you will not find in ordinary cars.

Micky: *Shakes his head* Urse, I think I need to program a sense of humor into you.

Mike: She does have a point. We need to be more careful about where we leave the equipment. We'd never explain half this stuff to outsiders.

Micky: I know, I know. I was just trying to lighten the situation.

Mike: (Grins) I know that, too. (Pats Ursula) Well, at least you got to have a nice chat with the other cars in the lot. See anyone good lookin'?

Ursula: No, I was too far out from the regular customers. Just a couple of elderly Buicks, one of which was a rather rude old man.

Mike: (Looks at Micky) You do need to work on her sense of humor.

Ursula: He does NOT.

Micky: Yes, I do.

Mike: But for now, let's see what else we can do. I haven't even given her a good check-up in a while.

Ursula: (Nods) I could use an oil change and a tire pump, among other things.

Mike: (Opens Ursula's hood) Ok Mick, you go under. I'll take a look at the engine.

Micky: Look out, Urse, I'm comin' in!

Ursula: Just be careful down there, Micky.

Mike: (Sighs as he works on the engine) You really did need your oil changed, didn't you?

Ursula: It's felt rather gunky for days now. (Giggles for a moment) Oooh Micky, that tickles!

Micky: Ooops! Sorry Urse!

Ursula: That's all right, Micky. At least you aren't poking. You're always so gentle with me!

Micky: I try, Urse. *After some brief shuffling* Okay, Mike, all set for the oil.

Mike: Got 'cha. (Mike goes to a table and picks up a bottle of oil. He returns to the car and pours it in the cap.)

Ursula: (Sighs) Ahh. I needed that.

Mike: Feelin' better now, Urse?

Ursula: Very much so.

Micky: That was an EXTREMELY satisfied sigh there, Urse.

Ursula: You don't know how badly I needed that oil change.

Micky: *Brief silence for a moment* You know, that's a pretty good code phrase for being horny.

Mike: (Chuckles) Come to think of it...

Ursula: I wish I had a reason to be.

Micky: Well, it is!

Mike: Man, all I want to do tonight is lay in bed with Em and hold her until one of us passes out from either exhaustion or bein' squeezed too hard.

Micky: *Sighs* I need an oil change.

Mike: Is Lauren still holdin' out?

Micky: We're better than before. I do think there is still something bothering her, but she keeps denying it. *Sighs* I'm willing to bet it's something to do with Alex, though...

Mike: I wouldn't be surprised, either. Alex has attacked her more than anyone else.

Micky: And that's exactly what I base it on.

Mike: You just have to try to remind her that you ain't Alex.

Micky: I don't know if it's that easy, though. *Starts tinkering underneath*

Mike: (Shuts the hood) No, it won't be that easy. Nothin' worth doin' is easy. You just gotta keep talkin' to her.

Micky: I just want her to be happy. That's all. I still can't help but wonder if I’m the real problem. *More tinkering*

Mike: And Em... (He sighs) I think she's just pissed about the whole "I'm not spending time with her" thing again, not to mention our lack of money.

Micky: Hm. I was hoping Lauren would be at least a couple months pregnant by now. *Tinkers again* That's a little tough when the oil doesn't get changed often. *There's a clang, followed by a short yelp.*

Mike: You ok, Mick?

Micky: *A little whiny* Yeah. Jammed my pinky twisting the wrench. I got too worked up.

Mike: Need any help, Mick?

Micky: Nah, just about done anyway. *A few moments pass, then he wheels out from under Ursula and sits up, inspecting his finger*

Mike: Maybe we should get it looked at...

Micky: *Looks up at Mike* It's just gonna be a bruise. *Gets up* What've we got in here? *motions to under the hood*

Mike: (Opens the hood) The engine could use some cleanin'. Maybe a little work.

Ursula: Be careful in there, you two!

Micky: Urse, we know what we're doing!

Mike: Yeah. We've been workin' on cars for years. See anythin' else in there, Mick?

Micky: *Leans in farther* Well, there's something here... *There's a brief shock, then he spins away from the car, shaking out his fingers* OUCH!!

Mike: Mick!

Ursula: Oh dear. Micky, I'm sorry about that!

Micky: *Still wincing and clenching his fist* No, Urse, I shouldn't have touched.

Mike: Need anythin' for that, Mick?

Micky: No, just waiting for the tingling to stop. *Heads for the work bench* I'll just grab a couple tools and... *Trips over a tool on the floor and lands with a thud. He groans* This...is not...my day.

Mike: Man Mick, what have I told you 'bout leavin' this stuff layin' around? (He picks up the wrench on the floor) These can jump out and bite you!

Micky: Which is why I'm suddenly kissing the floor. Thanks for the warning, Mike. *pushes up*

Mike: (Puts the wrench on the table and helps Micky to his feet) Sorry, Mick.

Micky: Man, I don't know if I should touch anything else, the way I'm going here...

Mike: Aw, come on, Mick. No one else could come up with some of the stuff you've added to our vehicles.

Micky: *Sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose; when he takes his hand away, he has grease on his face* I suppose there isn't anything else that could happen...

Mike: Nahh. You'll be fine.

Micky: *Raises an eyebrow at Mike, showing off the grease mark very nicely* You sure?

Mike: No, but no one else will work on Urse with me.

Micky: All right. *Rubs at his face again, leaving more grease*

Mike: By the way, Mick...nice nose.

Micky: Huh? What's wrong with my nose?

Mike: (Grins) Oh...nothin' that a little soap an' water won't cure.

Micky: *Rolls his eyes, sighing* Figures. Let’s just attempt to work on Urse before... *Glances upward* something falls on me.

Mike: (Looks up) Nahh, those walls are made of stone. Ain't nothin' gonna fall from them.

Micky: Thankfully.

*The guys leave over, looking at Ursula's engine as we fade out.*

(Cut to the credits sequence. "Long Title" plays over stills from the "production." We end with the words "A Raybert Production" over a shot of Belavarg laughing evilly.)