Peter: Ok, guys, is everyone ready to save Em and Mike? :D
Valerie: Let's go! :)
Lauren: Yeah!
Micky: Let's go for it!
Davy: Let's get that witch! :p
(The Monkeemobile drives through the forest. It's dark and spooky.)
Davy: Couldn't you ask that Fairy of yours for directions, Peter?
Peter: Maybe we should pull in at a gas station and get a map.
Micky: How hard could it be to find?
(Two young girls, both holding hands, come skipping past. They look rather like Emma and Lauren. Lauren has her own hair back in a red ribbon, in a red peasant skirt over a white blouse. Emma wears a butter-yellow curly wig with a blue ribbon and a blue peasant skirt over a yellow blouse. Both girls carry baskets filled with string, ribbon, and flowers.)
Peter: (Stops the "blonde") Excuse me, miss, but do you know the way to the Glass Mountain?
Girl: (Nods) Yes, I do! I'm Snow White, and this is my sister Rose Red. (Rose Red nods) We're just coming back from there.
Peter: You two better be careful! There's a nasty old troll who wants to eat you up if you cut his beard!
Rose Red: (Grins and nods at a big bear who appears by their side) Oh, that's ok, Mr. Knight. We've got our own bodyguard! ;) (She points through a clump of pines) Just go through there and around the maples, and you'll find the mountain.
Snow White: (Shivers) But watch out for the chimera! It lives in a cave at the base of the Glass Mountain! It's a terrible monster with three heads, one a lion, one a lizard, and one a boar! It'll eat anything that gets in its cave! (She shivers. The bear nuzzles her, and she gives it a scratch. She, Rose Red, and the bear go tra-la-la-ing back into the forest, and the MonkeeMobile moves on.)
Peter: (Grins) Cute kids. ;)
Davy: (Raises his eyebrows) Familiar kids. ;)
Lauren: Weren't they? *smirks*
Micky: *chuckles* And I thought God was finally giving me my wish. ;-)
*Lauren smacks Micky in the back of his head.*
(The others in the MonkeeMobile chuckle as the car skirts the aformentioned pines and maples and finally arrives at a very steep, very shiny hump in the middle of a grassy plain.)
Valerie: (Thoughtful) Peter, didn't Mr. Potts say something about a chimera?
Peter: (Gasps) Yes! He said Margaret might try to feed Emma to the Chimera, then erase Mike's memory so he wouldn't love her anymore! :((
Lauren: *determined* Not if we can help it!
Davy: There's got to be some way we can 'elp poor Em!
Melody: What about that locket, Petah?
Peter: Yeah!
(Peter bites the locket again as Micky slows the MonkeeMobile to a stop. The Fairy, in all her pink-and-gossamer glory, appears in the back of the car next to Davy and Melody.)
Fairy: (Throws her arms behind her head and grins) Hey, nice car ya got here. Real smooth ride.
Peter: Thank you, miss, but we need your help again! Mr. Potts told us Margaret might feed our friend Emma to the Chimera, a really nasty beast!
Fairy: (Waves her hand dismissively) Aw, that thing is a pussy-cat if you know how to handle it right. (Grins) Ok, it's part of a pussy-cat. (Nods at the Glass Mountain) You know how they say music soothes the savage beast?
Lauren: Works on Micky. *shrugs*
(That gets a laugh from the group and Micky's tongue stuck in Lauren's direction. The Fairy just sighs.)
Fairy: All you need to do is play a nice song for the Chimera, and it'll go to sleep long enough for you to rescue your friend.
Peter: Is there something you can do to help Michael, too? We're still pretty far from Castle Lone Star!
Fairy: (Taps her wand lightly on her palm as she thinks) Oh, I have a great idea. The old Sleeping Beauty/Snow White trick. Your friend is already conked out, but I'll fix it so only his true love will be able to awaken him with a gentle kiss. (Grins) And let's say his true love ain't Margaret. ;)
(There's a roar from inside a large hole in the side of the Glass Mountain, and the sound of a familar young woman screaming.)
Micky: Sounds like we better get moving!
Fairy: (Her eyes widen) We've got no time to waste! (Makes their instruments appear right outside the Chimera's cave) Play something nice and soothing, to calm the Chimera, before he turns your bookworm pal into kitty, lizard, and piggy food! Bye! (Vanishes in a pink puff of smoke as the group run for their instruments)
Peter: (Takes the lead guitar) Davy, you can play bass. Valerie, take the keyboard - you know some of our songs.
(There's more screaming. A huge animal with the paws of a very large lion and the heads of a lion, a green fishy lizard, and a boar with enormous tusks sniffs at Emma, who shudders and tries to suppress her screams. Her red dress is a bit tattered and her face is dirty, but she's otherwise unharmed. She is chained to the shiny, dark glass wall with iron shackles.)
Emma: (Turns her head, surprised. The Chimera also turns it's heads and growls, snorts, and hisses) Guys!
Valerie: Anyone got an idea of what to play? (Gulps) That thing's coming towards us!
Emma: (Gasps) Guys, get out of here, or it'll try to eat you, too!
Lauren: Don't worry, Em, we've got a plan!
Peter: (City-Lighting Grin) Ok, let's go, Monkees! (Plays "Sometime In the Morning.")
(The Chimera comes up to the group, sniffing at the instruments and the drums, but as the song continues, it eventually gets sleepier and sleepier, it's huge heads yawning. The heads drop off one by one, and by the end of the video, the beast is cuddled in one side of the cave, snoring fit to wake the dead.)
(Melody hurries over to Emma and frees her, unlocking her shackles with a nail file borrowed from Davy.)
Davy: (Indicates the two young ladies) See, guys, I told you me nail files would come in handy some day! ;)
Micky: Oh, all right, Dave, we'll give you that one. ;-)
Valerie: (Covers her ears and indicates the Chimera) Boy, does that thing make some noise!
Peter: He's almost as noisy as Micky sleeping!
Micky: Hey!
*Lauren just grins.*
Melody: (She and Emma tiptoe around the buzz-sawing Chimera) Are you ok, luv? You must 'ave 'ad a dreadful scare!
Emma: I'm fine now. Margaret left me here and took Mike ahead to the castle. (Sadly) I don't even want to think of what she has in store for him. She won't be happy when he wakes up and still won't marry her.
Peter: He'll be ok. The Fairy of the Locket put a spell on him to prolong his sleep. He'll only awaken when his true love kisses him.
Emma: (Makes a face) How mushy can you get? (Her eyes widen) Do you think...I mean, could I...it sounds too good to be true....
Lauren: Oh, come on, Em. *smiles*
Davy: So's a lot of this, and that ain't stopped no one. ;)
Emma: He was still sleeping in the carriage when Margaret abandoned me here. (The Chimera snorts) We'd better get going. I don't want to think of what he'll be like when he wakes up to find he now has no dinner! :p
Lauren: He'd be worse than Micky!
(That gets a good laugh from everyone but Micky, who glares at Lauren, as they unassemble the instruments, stick them in the back of the MonkeeMobile, and prepare to ascend the Glass Mountain.)
Micky: I'm gonna get you back for all these cheap shots, babe. You know that. ;-)
Lauren: *grins* Yeah, I know. ;-)
Emma: Um, guys, just how are we going to get up this thing? It's so slippery, football players in extra-sharp cleats would have trouble!
Peter: (Leans over Micky and pushes a button) This way! The Fairy of the Locket modified the MonkeeMobile! :D
Emma: (Leans over the side as suction cups appear on the tires; her mouth drops open) Oh, good lord allmighty! :o
Davy: I wouldn't believe it meself if I didn't see it with my own eyes, luv.
Peter: Ok, Micky, up and at'em! (Points up the hill)
Micky: *salutes* Yes, Sir!
(The suction cups make odd suction noises as they pull the large vehicle and its human and musical cargo up the hill. On the top of the hill is a little hut with a thatched roof with a green stalk that reaches up into the sky next to it. A very familiar young man (Micky in his "Hansel" costume) is rubbing his hands and preparing to climb it. The hut and stalk are on a thick patch of green grass and pasture in the middle of the glass.)
Peter: (Calls to the boy) Hey there, do you know the way to the Knife Fields? We have to get across them to rescue King Michael from getting married to the evil Witch Margaret!
Boy: (Nods and points at a glorious vista - the sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, making the Glass Mountain and the glowing green fields below it sparkle. Just beyond the fields are sharp-top objects that glitter dully in the early morning light.) The Knife Fields are just beyond Old MacDonald's farmland. Just follow the dirt road, and you can't miss it. Be careful, though! It'll tear that really cool carriage of yours apart! (Grins and shakes Peter's hand) By the way, I'm Jack. I'm going to climb that stalk to see what's on the other end. (Winks mischeviously) But don't tell my mother it's there! She thinks she threw the beans out the window!
Peter: Oh, I'd be careful up there! There's a big giant who'll try to eat you up and a singing harp and a hen that lays golden eggs!
Jack: (Eyes get big and his smile gets even wider) Did you say a hen that lays golden eggs? (Runs for the stalk) LEMME UP THERE! (Stars scrambling up the stalk as the MonkeeMobile goes down the other side of the Glass Mountain)
Micky: I like that fellow. ;-)
Lauren: *grins at Micky* Gee, I wonder why?
Valerie: (Sighs, watching the young man climb the stalk) Oh, dear. I hope he doesn't hurt himself.
(The MonkeeMobile goes down the hill at a faster rate. Micky lets out a whoop of glee as they get over the side and finally get to the bottom. Everyone else looks a bit greener, though.)
Peter: Micky, did you have to go so fast?
Emma: It's like driving with my dad in the Catskills! :p
Davy: That was worse than bein' out at sea durin' a storm!
Micky: Sorry about that. *shrugs* You forget, I love roller coasters. *pauses* Well, most coasters...
(Brief clip of a very sick Micky coming off the Sea Serpant during "Boardwalk Ballyhoo.")
Micky: *looks up* Even the film stock is taking cheap shots at me!
(Despite their discomfort, everyone nearly falls over laughing.)
Lauren: Poor wittle Micky! *snorts*
Emma: You're just so cheap-shot-able. ;)
*Micky makes a face, but can't help the grin that appears.*
(The MonkeeMobile is driving through gorgeous country, flat land filled with green fields and old stone manor houses. As they pass by one house, they see a young "woman" - really Davy in his "Gretel" wig and dress, but a handkerchief around his wig instead of a Dutch girl's cap - pulling a bucket of water out of a well. It's obvious the bucket is too heavy for "her," as "she" staggers under its weight.)
Peter: Oh, poor thing! Micky, stop! (Micky does so. Peter and Valerie get out and help the young "lady" with her heavy load.)
Valerie: A little girl like you shouldn't be carrying something heavy like this!
(Davy has to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.)
Girl: Oh, thank you, miss! I'm just carryin' some water in for me stepmum and stepsistah's baths. They were invited to the ball tomorrow in honah of King Michael's return.
Peter: King Michael? (Exchanges worried looks with Valerie)
Girl: Are you daft or something? You didn't 'eah that a Miss Margaret Potts found the King in some litt'l town ovah the Glass Mountain? The ball tomorrow is a reception for their weddin'.
Peter: (Eyes widen - he turns to the others, who also look worried, except for Emma, who looks angry and frightened) No, we didn't hear that.
Girl: (Valerie and Peter put the bucket down on the stoop near the manor's back door) They say 'e's been sleepin', and Miss Margaret aims to wake 'im up and marry 'im by sundown tomorrow. (Shrugs) I wouldn't mind seein' the ball, but me sistahs and me mum say it's no fit place for me. I'm just a little Cinderella, not some fancy lady 'o could catch a man's eye.
Valerie: (Grins) Oh, I wouldn't say that! A little make-up, fix that dress up a bit, find a pumpkin to turn into a carriage. Nothing to it!
*Lauren snickers.*
Cinderella: You really think so?
Peter: (Nods) Oh, I think you'll be sensation, Miss Cinderella! :)
Cinderella: (Nods) Thanks for the kind words! (There's shouting and the sounds of broken crockery from in the manor house; "Cinderella" blanches) I'd bettah get in there. They get into terrible tempahs when I disappear for long! (Vanishes in the house with "her" bucket)
Peter: (Grins) Sweet girl.
Valerie: (Giggles) Familiar girl. ;)
Davy: I thought she was quite attractive meself. ;)
Micky: You would. ;-)
Davy: Shouldn't 'ave any problems findin' a date with 'er looks.
*Lauren rolls hers eyes.*
Peter: Man, we've got to hurry! The wedding is at sundown!
Emma: She still wants to marry him! (Clenches her fists) If she's done something to him, I'll...
Melody: (Takes Emma's hand gently) Now, dearie, it'll do no good to take your angah out 'ere. Wait until we've caught up with that bloomin' witch!
Micky: And take it out on her. ;-) Ok, everyone hang on tight!
(As the MonkeeMobile ventures further, the landscape becomes more and more barren, studded with jagged rocks and pieces of metal. Tall, razor-sharp shadows loom overhead.)
Emma: Good lord allmighty! How are we going to get around that?
Peter: (City-Lighting Grin) Show her the wings, Mick! ;)
Micky: Gladly! *pushes a button*
(The wings pop out, and the MonkeeMobile accelerates as a forest of sharp objects - huge, tree-sized scissors, knives, and razors - looms on the horizon. The large GTO takes off and over the narrow tops, barely missing coming in contact with a very big pair of shears.)
Emma: (Looks around, her jaw on the seat) Oh, man...
Peter: WAAAHOOO! This is great! (Hugs Valerie, then kisses her)
Micky: *beams* There has to be a way to keep all these modifications!
Melody: (Looks down, her eyes wide) Lookit them! Those could be the gardening shears of a giant, they could! :o
Davy: (Points to one particularly large pair of barber scissors) And I don't want to know 'o gets their 'air cut with those! :o
Emma: (Quietly) Oh, Mike, I wish you could see this...
("The Poster" plays as the group soars over the Knife Fields. Gradually, the sharp objects receed and become rolling hills, with nice little towns like Avon-On-Calling and more farms. The group sees quite a few familar faces. "Goldilocks" [Micky] is chased by three people in bear suits, although the largest is obviously less interested in the chase than the other two. "Little Red Riding Hood" [Davy] is also being chased by a wolf who looks suspiciously like Micky. "Hansel" [Micky] and "Gretel" [Davy] wave as they gorge themselves on a now much-larger gingerbread house.)
(We finally come up on a large castle as the song comes to an end. Dark blue pennants with a single red star flap in the breeze, guards blow their horns, and people walk in and out, preparing to give their regards to the returned king and his new bride-to-be.)
Emma: (Looks up at the sky - the sun is now overhead) We've got to find a place to land and get in that castle, before they hold the wedding. Remember, it's supposed to take place at sundown!
Valerie: She'll probably try to concoct a way to awaken Mike without kissing him.
Peter: (Points at a clearing near the castle) Micky, park there!
Micky: Way ahead of you, Navigator Peter!
(Micky lands the MonkeeMobile in a clearing surrounded by a thick grove of trees and well-hidden from the castle.)
Micky: Nobody'll see her parked here. :-)
Peter: (Hops out, then opens the door for Valerie) We've got to figure out a way in there and save Michael!
Emma: You guys should be ok. I doubt Margaret would recognize you in the knight get-ups.
Davy: Where do you think they're keeping Mike?
Peter: In the tower, probably. That's where Princess Gwen was when I saved her.
Emma: Speaking of the Princess, Peter, you're going to have to avoid her. If she sees you, she'll know something's up, and she might tattle to Margaret.
Emma: I have an idea. (Closes her eyes. A blue light surrounds her and Valerie - they're now dressed in black velvet gowns with white lace aprons. Emma carries a feather duster - Valerie has a rag.) We're maids. No one looks at the maids.
Valerie: (Raises her eyebrows) Should I ask how she did that?
Peter: How do you think we're even here? (Taps his helmet) It's the power of the imagination, Valerie!
Valerie: (Sighs) Explain it to me later, Peter. We've got to get to the tower.
Davy: Speakin' of our imaginations, I 'ave a way to make this quickah. (Grins) Let's just beam ourselves up there. ;)
Valerie: It works with humans, too?
Emma: That's how we do all our traveling. :)
Lauren: The easy way to travel. ;-)
Davy: Beats the 'ell out of the Blimm Line. ;)
Melody: Your imaginations created that blue light?
Emma: We're not exactly sure about the specifics ourselves, Mel. (Grins) All we know is that it works...and it hasn't failed us yet! ;)
Davy: Well, then, luv, close your eyes and think "Michael's Room in the Castle Lone-Star!"
(There's the familiar flash of blue light, and the group vanishes. When the light subsides, they're standing in a large, opulent room. A table filled with potions and herbs stands on one side. The other is filled with fine rugs and furniture and musical instruments, including a beautiful organ. Mike lays on a large, canopied bed in the back of the room, on top of thick satin and silk sheets, his head surrounded by mulitudes of pillows. He's now dressed in his counselor's costume from "The Prince and the Paupers," but otherwise remains unchanged...and still asleep.)
Peter: (City-lighting Grin) It worked again!
Emma: (Turns to the bed and gasps) MIKE! (Runs to the slumbering monarch and kneels tenderly by his bedside, stroking his sideburns.) Oh, Mike, I've missed you so much...
Melody: (Puts her ear to the door) I 'ear somethin! We've gotta 'ide!
Davy: (Joins her and pales) It's that bloomin' Margaret! Everybody scattah!
(Peter grabs Valerie and pulls her under the bed. Emma ducks behind a full-length standing mirror across from the bed. Davy jumps behind thick draperies next to the bed. Melody squeezes herself behind the bed. Micky playfully pulls Lauren under the purple-velvet-skirted table.)
Margaret: (She enters just as Micky and Lauren vanish beneath the table. She goes to the table and mixes potions, mumbling to herself) This should do the trick to counteract that spell! (Holds up a small, amber-colored bottle) These special smelling salts, once placed under Michael's nose, will jolt him from his deep slumber. (She puts down the smelling salts and holds up a bubbling purple liquid - a hand shoots out and grabs the salts.) And this will remove his recollection of everything he did while a cobbler in Avon-On-Calling. He won't even remember running away. He will be mine, and I will kill him while on our honeymoon and become the sole ruler of Grenwicha!
(She sets the bottle down...but this time, she turns to see another hand shoot out and grab it.)
Margaret: There is something silly going on. Hands do not emerge from tables. (Takes another bottle, this time of green liquid, and pours it on the table. The purple velvet tablecloth vanishes, revealing Micky and Lauren clutching the two bottles for dear life. Both of them grin. Margaret Leans over the table and puts out her hand) I believe you both have things that do not belong to you, Innkeepers. I wish for them to be returned to me.
Micky: And I wish for us to keep them!
Margaret: Surely, you would not like for me to do something nasty to you?
Lauren: *gulps* No, not really...
Micky: And who're you calling "Shirley"? ;-)
Margaret: Now, then, if you would like to keep your human shapes, hand those bottles over.
Davy: (Ducks out of his hiding place) Leave them alone, Margaret!
Melody: (From her hiding place) Davy, be careful, luv!
Margaret: (Whirls to confront the angry Brit) What are you doing here, tailor, and in knight's clothing? This is no concern of yours.
Davy: You're about to 'urt me best friend and 'is wife, and you've already put a man 'o's like the oldah brothah I've nevah 'ad to sleep! I think I 'ave every right to intahfere! Why don't you pick on me, instead of them?
Margaret: You are a cheeky little brat, but I know a way to make you even smaller. (Takes a bright green potion and throws it at Davy. He puts up his hand to shield himself. A lime-green smoke surrounds the boy, and when it subsides, there is a little green frog with very large brown eyes where Davy once stood. She pulls a bell) I'm calling the guards, and they will throw all of you to the Chimera!
Melody: Oh, poor Davy! (Takes Davy in her palm; he croaks forlornly at her)
Peter: (He and Valerie emerge from their hiding spots as Margaret looms over Micky and Lauren once more) Mick, throw it this way!
Valerie: Lauren, I want yours!
*Micky and Lauren toss the bottles.*
(The bottles go over Margaret's head and land smoothly in Peter and Valerie's hands as more knights arrive in the room.)
Margaret: Seize those children! They're going to hurt your ruler!
Emma: No!
Peter: (Shakes his head) We don't want to hurt Michael. He's our good friend and the leader of our band! (Points at Margaret) But she does! She wants to kill him, so she can be Queen and rule all by herself!
Margaret: (Laughs as Emma ducks out from behind the mirror) Why would I kill King Michael, little musician? I saved him!
Micky: You didn't save him, you kidnapped him!
Peter: (Quietly) Maybe he didn't want to be saved. Maybe he was happy the way he was.
(Emma returns to Mike's side as Princess Gwen herself, looking royally annoyed, joins them.)
Gwen: (It's Mike, all right, sideburns, screech, and all) Margaret, what the hell is goin' on in here?
Margaret: (Points at the kids) These children have come to abduct your cousin and take him away from his duties (nods at Emma, who holds Mike's hands) especially that girl!
Valerie: Your highness, that's not true!
Peter: (Immediately goes to Gwen and bows before her) Your Highness, don't you remember your Bridge?
Gwen: (Laughs) How could I forget the little serf who helped me out of the mud and saved me from that asshole Harold? (Pats Peter on the plume) I'd grant you anything, my little bridge.
Peter: Princess, Miss Potts may have brought your cousin home, but what she's said about my friends and how she came about Michael is all lies. She tricked Michael into coming back. It was she who cast the sleeping spell over your cousin, not us! The Fairy prolonged it until the woman Michael really wants to marry could come to him.
Gwen: (Glares Margaret down) You told me he came of his own free will and a malicious fairy put the sleeping spell on him! You told me you were the one who would break the spell!
Margaret: I...I...(she starts moving toward the door) I'll rule this country anyway, with or without your precious King Michael!
Gwen: Guards, stop her! (Two of the guards grab Margaret, who struggles and screeches so loudly, even Gwen cringes)
Micky: *sticks a finger in an ear* That one hurt.
Gwen: (Nods at Emma, who leans sadly over Mike, her head laying on his lap, tears running down her cheeks) Get that peasant off of my cousin! He's the king, and she's nothing but the lowest form of serf!
Peter: (Puts out his hand to stop Gwen before she can go over to the bed) Gwen, you know I still like you a lot, but for once in my life, I have to put my foot down. It doesn't matter if Mike is a king or a cobbler, or if Emma is a peasant or a princess. They love each other dearly and would do anything for each other.
*The others nod.*
Melody: (Nods at Davy) And it don't mattah if 'e's a frog or a tailor, I still think 'e's cute. (Kisses the frog - it turns back into Davy. She's wide-eyed)
Davy: (Looks himself over) I'm me again! Thank god!
Micky: Aw, I was getting to like you as a frog. ;-)
(Davy sticks his tongue out at Micky.)
Emma: (She hasn't paid any attention to anything else that's gone on) God, Mike, I..love...you... (takes his chin in her hands and kisses him. She finally pulls away, blushing)
(All is still for a moment. No one dares to even breathe. Finally, Mike's eyelashes flutter, and the chocolate brown eyes open and look into Emma's. She smiles gently.)
Mike: Em...you're here...
Gwen: Well, would you look at that! A peasant rescues a king!
Emma: (Sits on the bed beside him and hugs him as hard as she can) Yes, Mike, I'm here.
Mike: (Emma helps him slowly to his feet; he takes a look around) Where am I? Last thing I remember, some old lady wanted me to eat an apple. I don't know why I ate it. Felt compelled to for some reason. I ended up feelin' sorta dizzy, and that's all I remember...(he frowns) The damn apple must have been enchanted.
Peter: Margaret must have put a spell on you to make you want it.
Mike: (Sees Margaret struggle in the back of the room and points at her angrily) As your king, I order you to arrest this woman and her father! They kidnapped your ruler and two innocent young women and tried to force me and Lady Valerie into wedlock with them.
Valerie: (Grins) We took care of Potts. The only place he'll be going for a long time is the bird cage.
Peter: We turned him and his knights small, just like he did to Valerie! :D
Mike: (Laughs) Oh, man, wish I could have seen that!
Davy: Potts should still be behind bars at 'is place. ;)
Gwen: Be that as that may be, we still have a wedding to prepare for!
Mike: Yeah (indicates himself and Emma), between us!
Emma: (Dazed) What?
Lauren: You heard 'em, Emma. ;-)
Peter: (His grin could light the entire kingdom) You're going to do it, Michael?
Gwen: Michael, now...
Mike: (Holds Emma close to him) Gwen, I don't care what she is, this is the only bride I want.
Emma: Marrying...me? Us? Did I get lost here?
Micky: *puts an arm around each of them* Come on, you two crazy kids are perfect for each other! *grins way too widely*
Emma: (Glares at Mike) Mike, I'm not Phyllis! I'd like it if you'd consult me first!
Mike: What do you want? Me on my knees?
Gwen: She's got a point, Michael. She's gonna be involved in this too, you know.
Mike: (Makes a face and gets on his knees) Oh, all right. (Takes Emma's hand and looks into her eyes with a mixture of annoyance and hopefulness) Em, will you marry me?
Emma: (Nods; very quietly) Yes, Mike. Yes, I will.
*Micky whoops with joy from behind them.*
Valerie: Oh, that's sweet! :x
Peter: Michael, that's wonderful! (Takes Emma and Mike in one of his crushing hugs)
Lauren: *smiles* About time. ;-)
Gwen: It's about time you got around to producing an heir, boy!
Davy: Told 'ya they'd get hitched. ;)
Micky: *puts an arm around Gwen* I like the way you think! *sees her glare and backs off*
Lauren: *slugs Micky in the arm, grinning* I know what he meant. ;-)
(Emma and Mike just remain in each other's arms, holding each other.)
Peter: This is great! (Blushes, then turns to Valerie) Val, would you like to...go on a date when we get home? I could take you to that nice little cafe where we had our first date.
Valerie: (Smiles) It's been a long time since we had a nice date together, Peter. I want to talk about that piano duet we were working on. :)
Davy: Let's just add to the love here! (Grabs Melody and sweeps her into a kiss)
Micky: *drapes an arm around Lauren's shoulders* Ain't love beautiful? *sniffs*
Lauren: Yes, it is. And you're overly sentimental. *grins* :-)
Melody: (Her eyes widen when they finally break apart) COO-EE! Boy, you are good! ;) :o
Davy: No one bettah. ;)
Micky: So humble, too, aren't ya, Dave?
Davy: (Punches Micky on the arm) Takes one to know one, mate! ;)
Micky: Of course! ;-)
Emma: (She's still a bit dazed) I can't believe this...
Mike: (Looks around) I think it's time to go home again, gang. Our work here is finished.
Peter: Yeah! (Hands Gwen the locket) Here, you can keep the Magic Locket now! We won't be needing it at Malibu Beach!
Valerie: (Grins) Yeah, we have our imaginations! ;)
Gwen: (Pats Peter again) Oh, that's so groovy of you, my bridge!
Mike: (Nods at Gwen) Gwen, I want you to watch the kingdom. You'd probably make a better ruler, anyway.
Gwen: (Crosses "her" arms in a very Mike-like fashion) Don't tell me you're running out again, cousin! Do you know how long it took for me to explain your absense to all of our counselors and the Royal Embassadors and...
Mike: (Shakes his head) Gwen, I have business elsewhere. These guys need me. You've been rulin' the kingdom just fine.
Peter: Valerie, maybe your friends at work could watch my shop.
Valerie: I don't know if the Russian girls have any knowledge of music, but they would attract attention! ;)
Emma: I could sell the book shop...
Melody: I'd keep an eye on the inn for ya, Mastah and Mistress Dolenz!
Micky: *nods* Sure, Melody. That'd be great!
Lauren: *smiles* Thanks!
Peter: (Grins) I think it's time to go home again. I miss the Pad, our instruments and the beach and our gigs!
Mike: And the lovebirds have barely had time to get settled into their new place yet!
Micky: Besides, it's my turn now! *grins widely*
Lauren: Be afraid. Be very afraid. ;-)
Mike: Aw, come on, it couldn't be that bad!
Davy: (Groans) Oh, good lord, that's right. That's the scariest thing I've 'eard all night. :p
Micky: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Davy. :-P
Peter: At least he won't turn you into a frog! (Turns to the others) Ok, everyone, hold hands! (They do.) Close your eyes and think "the Pad at Malibu Beach"!