(We open in a discoteque, basically the Vincent Van Go-Go set from the original "Monkees" with more strobe lighting and different furniture. The Monkees themselves are playing "I'm A Believer" onstage. Emma and Lauren sit at a table in the front, grinning.)

Emma: I can't believe the guys were able to get us in here for free! This is one of the hippest discoteques in town!

Lauren: I know! It's always nice to be in with the band.

Emma: And the guys are really "on" tonight, too.

Lauren: *sighs* Micky's really tearing up the drums.

Emma: Mike's so sexy tonight. I'm so glad they wore their velvet 8-button shirts.

Waiter: (A young man comes up to them) What will it be, ladies?

Emma: I'll just have a Coke right now, please.

Lauren: Iced tea, lemon, no sugar, please.

Waiter: Sure, girls! (He leaves them and goes to the table next to them. A fairly familiar, dapper older gentman sits at the table alone) Hi, Boss.

Man: Well, did they make their orders?

Waiter: Yeah. We're gonna lure the others backstage and drug the bigger girl while she's alone.

Man: Yes. I want the blonde boy and the taller girl unharmed, but you can do what you want with the others.

Waiter: Yes, sir. Shall I prepare the potion now?

Man: Don't. Not where people can see you. Here. (He quickly hands him a small bottle) Use this. It's strong enough to knock her out for a short while.

Waiter: (Takes the bottle) Yes, sir. We'll be on your call.

Man: Good. I can't let them see me. The girls don't recognize me, but the boys do. I've already botched this job once myself. I can't let it happen again.

Mike: (Into the microphone as "I'm a Believer" ends) We're gonna take a ten-minute break. Don't anybody go nowhere.

Man: (Eyes widen; into a small microphone in his suit jacket) You in the back, stall them. Keep them back there!

(Cut to the backstage area. The boys put their instruments aside.)

Mike: Man, we're so on tonight, it isn't funny!

Micky: I love it! The crowd out there is great, too!

Mike: (Looks out to the stage; we see Emma and Lauren getting their drinks through the curtains) Yeah, they are.

Peter: This is so groovy! Let's go join the girls!

Micky: Let’s go!

Mike: Yeah. I could use a drink myself. (He looks out at the girls again)

Peter: Mike, you really dig Emma, don't you?

Mike: Me? Nahh. She's a nice enough kid, but we fight like cats and dogs.

Micky: Oh, please. I am more than willing to admit that I dig Lauren and I wanna go sit out there with her for a few minutes.

Mike: I KNOW you're hung up on her.

Micky: Am I that obvious?

Davy: Yes, you are, mate.

Micky: Okay, just checking.

Stagehand: (Pokes his head in) Hey guys, do you own the huge red car with the yellow "Monkees" label out front?

Mike: Yeah, I don't think the Four Martians own it.

Stagehand: Your car's on fire.

(Four sets of eyes widen. All four guys drop their instruments and rush outside. The stagehand smirks and talks into a walkie-talkie.)

Stagehand: They fell for it. Ok boys, you know what to do.

(Cut to the parking lot. The MonkeeMobile is parket on the other side, near an alley.)

Mike: I don't get it. She looks fine. Mick, check her engine.

Peter: Maybe someone made a mistake.

(The guys don't notice the shadowy figures coming up behind them...)

Micky: *opens the hood & looks in* She looks okay...

Mike: Hurry up, Mick! The girls are waiting!

Micky: Yeah, yeah, I am!

Peter: (He turns around...and sees the shadows) G...guys...

Mike: (Doesn't even turn around) What, Pete?

*Suddenly, the MonkeeMobile's hood is taken from Micky’s grip and clunks him on the head. He sags to the ground in front of the car.*

Davy: Petah, wot's wrong? *turns around* Uh, Mike?

Peter: Michael! (A hand reaches out and clamps itself over his mouth, dragging him into the shadows)

Mike: What in the... (More hands make a grab for him) Hey! Let go! (Another one clamps over his mouth)

Davy: *as hands reach for him* Wot's going on? *a hand clamps over his mouth as well*

(Davy and Mike are dragged into the alley behind the discoteque. The man we saw earlier stands next to the back door of the building.)

Man: Very good, gentlemen. You'll get a special reward for this.

Mike: (Growls) Zero. What the HELL are you doin' here? Didn't have enough of us when we got Peter's soul back?

Zero: You're a clever one, Michael Nesmith. Too clever. (Smirks) You won't be able to make any of your little speeches about love and music this time. I'm going to fix your and your little friend here so that you'll never be able to interfere with me or my people ever again.

Davy: Just 'ow do you plan on doing that?

Zero: It’s not hard at all, Mr. Jones. (He grins, holding up a rock from the weeds springing up along the building) But you and Mr. Nesmith will be.

Mike: I don't like the sound of that. (He struggles more)

Davy: I don't, eithah.

Zero: This looks like an innocent rock, doesn't it? Just a harmless, ordinary piece of concrete and glass. (He holds it up; it glows) It wants to grow. It wants to spread, make more.

Mike: How's it gonna do that?

Zero: You'll see. (He moves menacingly towards the boys with the stone.)

(Cut to Emma and Lauren in the club. The waiter brings them their drinks.)

Waiter: Here you go, ladies!

Emma: Thanks. (She sips her Coke) I wonder where the guys are?

Lauren: I don't know. I would've thought they'd be out here by now.

Emma: Maybe something happened to them. (She drinks her Coke faster) Boy, this is good. I wonder if they add a little something extra?

Lauren: Maybe you got more syrup in it than usual.

Emma: (Yawns a little) Maybe. (She leans on the table) Why don't we go look for them? (Drinks more Coke) Boy, that's good.

Lauren: *gives Emma a sideways look* Are you okay, Em?

Emma: Me? Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. I worked late last night. (Yawns a little again)

Lauren: But you were fine just a few minutes ago...

Emma: It comes and goes. (Smiles) Shall we go find the boys?

Lauren: Yeah, we'd better go look for them. Maybe we could split up. How about you check backstage and I'll check the parking lot?

Emma: Sounds good (deep yawn) to me.

(Lauren heads for the parking lot as Emma makes her way backstage. Cut to backstage. Emma roams around, looking for the boys.)

Emma: (Frowns when she sees their instruments on the floor) That's funny. It looks like they dropped these in a hurry...but why would they do that? Mike and Peter (deep yawn) adore their guitars. (She leans over) Here's Davy's (yawns again) tambourine. (She sits down on an old leather couch in the back) I'm sure the guys and Lauren wouldn't mind if I just closed my eyes for a few minutes. I'm so tired...worked hard... (The moment her head hits the couch, she's out like a light and snoring lightly. There's a soft black light next to her. Zero appears, smirking.)

Zero: What a lovely sight. Come to me, my Sleeping Beauty. I'm going to take you to your new home. (He gently gathers her in his arms) MY home.

Emma: (Murmur) Your home...

Zero: Yes, my home. (he runs his finger across her cheek) You'll like it there, my pretty one. (Growls) But first, we have to get that annoying curly-locked boy and his little lady friend. (He disappears with Emma in his arms in a black light.)