So, everyone ready to travel back in time to find the Cruiser?

Mike: Yeah.

Peter: Sure!

Ursula: WHAT are we doing?

Micky: I am! :D

Davy: Me, too, mates

(We open with the group piling out of Millie's and heading across the street, to the parking lot where Ursula sits. Everyone climbs in. Micky gets in the driver's seat.)

Mike: (He, Emma, and Valerie get in the middle seat; Peter, Davy, and Daphne are in back. Lauren, of course, has shotgun) Ok, Mick, fire Ursula up, and let's get the show on the road.

Micky: Hey, Urse. *puts the key in the ignition*

Ursula: (There's a smile on her pixeled monitor) Hello, Micky. Done at the fair already? Did you get sick eating too much funnel cake?

Mike: Nahh, we kept an eye on him. Millie still has one or two cupcakes left behind the counter.

Micky: Very funny. :P

Emma: Ursula, we want to take a trip.

Ursula: A drive to Lover's Lane? I know I'm a good size for a regular car, but really, I'm not big enough for all eight of you to...

Mike: (As Peter and Emma blush) No, Urse. This ain't the best place for that kinda thing, anyway.

Valerie: We want to go back in time and explore an urban myth.

Ursula: Micky, I've told you, there are no radioactive monsters in the sewers.

Micky: *mutters* There could be.

Mike: No, not THAT urban myth, Urse.

Emma: Larry told us about a mysterious driver who used to help drag racers in distress during the 50s. Kind of like The Scarlet Pimpernel in a car.

Ursula: And you want to find out who this racer is.

Mike: Right.

Ursula: Why?

Mike: We're seekin' truth, Urse. We want to find this person and help him, maybe give him a little credit for keepin' folks from gettin' killed.

Ursula: Please tell me you don't want to enter ME in a drag race!

Micky: And what's wrong with that, Urse?

Ursula: I've heard of what they do on these races! I don't want to end up a smoking wreck, and I don't want YOU to, either!

Mike: If the rumors are true, Urse, you won't.

Ursula: You're determined to do this, aren't you?

Emma: (Shrugs) What could it hurt? We'll get to see what Malibu Beach was like almost fifteen years ago.

Ursula: (Sighs) Very well, then.

Mike: Ok. Everyone concentrate. You too, Urse. We're gonna need help gettin' you back to the past.

Ursula: (Reluctant) Well, all right...

(There's a series of soft blue lights in various shades, and the entire group, including Ursula, disappears. They re-appear in the same spot...or close to it. They end up parked on the street, next to an old-fashioned butcher shop, which is on the place where the parking lot is in 1973.)

Mike: (Looks at himself) I think we're here, gang. (Grins and slicks his hair back) Glad I changed into this get-up for the show.

Emma: (Sighs - She wears a loose red-and-white shirtwaist dress that hides her showing pregnancy, her brown curls in a perfect twist) Guess there's no covering this. (Indicates her stomach)

Valerie: (She wears a yellow poodle skirt with a white blouse, a yellow sweater around her shoulders, and pristine white and black saddle shoes. Her long auburn hair is in a ponytail held with a white chiffon scarf) I feel like dancing to some Elvis or something.

Lauren: *she wears blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up, Converses, a short-sleeved lavender sweater, and a lavender scarf in her hair* Or how about twisting to Chubby Checker?

Daphne: *wearing a gray poodle skirt, pink blouse, and a pink bow in her hair* They sure did know how to dress! :D

Ursula: Um, everyone...

(Everyone gets out on the sidewalk and looks at Ursula. She is still cherry red and still has extra backseats...but she now has good-sized tail-fins and tons of chrome to spare.)

Mike: (Whistles) Man, Urse, do you clean up well!

Micky: Ain't that the truth!

Ursula: Note there is no label on the side door. A band called "The Monkees" would certainly attract the kind of attention we DON'T want.

Emma: (Looks up) It's dusk now. Why don't we drive around and find out just what year we're in and what's going on tonight?

Mike: You mean, lookin' for some action?

Peter: But how are we going to find action when we don't even know where we are?

Valerie: (Looks around) Peter, we're on the same street we were on when we left. Look. (Points to a shop across from them) There's the building that's Millie's in 1973. Remember, Larry said it was a drug store then?

Mike: (Looks at Micky) We're gonna need you, Daph, and Val to navigate, Mick. You guys know this area and it's history best.

Micky: *nods* No problem!

Mike: Ok, Mick, you do the drivin'.

Ursula: And wait a until we get to know people a bit better to challenge anyone to a drag race, please.

(Everyone climbs into Ursula and heads out onto the street as "Looking For the Good Times" begins. Micky turns onto Main Street...and joins a parade of cars filled with teenagers, college students, young adults, and their friends.)

(They pass by a group of boys in leather jackets singing a lewd version of "99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall." One boy with a thick black ducktail looks a tad embarrassed. The driver, with a curlier brown version of his friend's hair, looks like he's ready to kill everyone in the car but the annoyed girl with the black curls and tight black pants between them.)

(They pass a group of giggling girls in a lavender Ford next. One girl, a pretty blond in a simple white dress, sits in the back. She smiles at her friends, but looks sort of shy and a little grumpy. Most of the girls lean out of the car and wave and whistle.)

(Emma gets annoyed when Mike winks back and rolls up his window. No peeking at the locals!)

(Another car drives by. This one has two people lip-locked in the back-seat. The driver and his shier girl are trying their best to ignore it.)

*Another car has a full moon in the rear window!*

(Mike growls, leans out of the car, and lets loose with a full stream of Spanish expletives we thankfully cannot hear.)

(We next pass a car driving backwards, with an older man screaming to his young teenaged son to get his mother to the hospital on time!)

(Peter makes a face at a busty blonde with fluffy hair and full red lips driving a pink convertible with real leopard-fur seats and driving wheel.)

(Mike chuckles at a young man grumbling to the very perky and very happy 12-year-old girl he has next to him.)

*Micky points out the window at a gang of guys on motorcycles.*

(Mike makes a face at their tough faces. They smirk at them and openly flirt with the girls, calling things like "Where you been all my life, baby?")

(Emma wrinkles her nose and turns away. Valerie tosses her hair and ignores them.)

*Lauren shakes her head, disgusted. Davy seems to be staring. Daphne swats the back of his head.*

(Mike yells a few Spanish epithets at them, then orders Micky to leave them in the dust at the next light.)

*As Ursula finishes passing the group, she spits out some extra exhaust. The motorcycle gang coughs and fans it from their faces.*

Mike: (Over the music, which is ending) So there!

Peter: (As the music ends) What was all that about?

Valerie: Just a bunch of idiots who think large motorcycles and larger leather jackets make them cool.

Mike: I wonder where we could find out what day it is?

Lauren: *points ahead* There's a deli coming up on the right.

Mike: Sounds good. Let's stop there. We could get some info and some grub at the same time.

Peter: (Grins) That'll make you happy, Mick.

Micky: Need say no more! *turns into the drive*

(There's already a couple of cars parked in the small lot next to the little deli. The group enters to see your typical convenience store. A man behind the counter and a tall, thin boy with dark eyes and heavy black curls run up and down, making sandwiches and handling the register. Mike picks up a copy of the Malibu Beach Register.)

Mike: (Reads) "June 15th, 1959." (Shrugs) Same day, different year.

Tall Boy With Glasses: Hey Harvey, I'd like a medium pepperoni sandwich with extra onions, hold the mayo.

Boy With Red Hair: And I'll stay away from your breath for the rest of the night.

Boy With Strawberry Blond Curls: You trying to stink up my car?

Boy With Black Hair: I want the usual American cheese hero with extra mustard and lots of pickles. And pickle juice on the side.

Mike: Hey there, fellas. What's goin' on?

Boy With Red Hair: Food, at the moment.

Boy With Black Hair: New in town?

Emma: You might say that.

Boy With Curls: (Nods at Emma’s stomach When's the bun coming out?

Emma: Not for a while.

Tall Boy With Glasses: (As he gets his sandwich) We just graduated yesterday afternoon. This is our last summer before we... (frowns)

Boy With Black Hair: Before we leave.

Valerie: College?

Boy With Red Hair: (Shakes his head) Gonna work in my dad's insurance office and go to business school.

Tall Boy With Glasses: Joining the Army at the end of the summer.

Boy With Curls: Going to college for the meantime, but what I really want to do is sell my comedy scripts to TV.

Peter: Have you lived here all your lives?

Tall Boy With Glasses: (Shrugs) Since I was five. I'm Charlie. (Gets his sandwich with a grin)

Boy With Curls: Call me Willie. Everyone does.

Boy With Black Hair: Anthony.

Boy With Red Hair: Ronnie. Charlie's the only one who wasn't born here, but we've been friends since kindergarten.

Harvey: Are you guys gonna order, or are we going to have a tearful reunion right here?

(The tall, quiet boy behind the counter is trying to keep up with Micky's order.)

Boy: You want HOW many layers?

Harvey: Benny, what's takin' you so long?

Benny: The biggest hero sandwich in history.

Lauren: Miiiiick... :P

Micky: Okay. That's it.

Benny: (Looks at his watch) Harvey, could you finish this sandwich? I'd really like to get going before we close. I have things to do.

(Mike turns to Davy and raises his eyebrows at Benny's comment.)

Harvey: Again?

Benny: I'll make it up to you next week.

(The girls we saw in the car earlier enter, laughing and chatting about that new movie with Sandra Dee and Troy Donahue, "A Summer Place," and how hot Donahue was and how romantic the movie was. The girl in white sort of tags along behind, a little bored. Benny perks up when he sees her.)

Anthony: (Grins) Women. ;)

Girl In White: Hi, Harvey.

Harvey: Hi, Susie. The usual?

Susie: Yeah.

(Mike leans back, watching them, as Micky gets his sandwich as best he can.)