Everyone ready to do some more cruisin'? ;)

Mike: Sure! This is one story I can get into. ;) :D

Peter: This is fun! :)

Micky: Ready! :D

Davy: Me too, mates!

(We open with the entire crew back in the MonkeeMobile. Micky is working on polishing off the last of his sandwich as they follow the crowd down the street.)

DJ: (As Micky switches on the radio) Hey out there, all you cats and chicks, this is your main brain, the man with the plan for your evening, Steve Fontana! I'll be with you through the wee small hours of the morning, keeping your night rockin' and rollin'! And, speakin' of rockin', let's get things gyrating with the Crickets' favorite "Rock Around The Clock!"

Mike: (Leans back; he's driving now, since Micky's eating) Man, this is the life. Drivin' around town in a hot vehicle, with gorgeous women in the back, the breeze in your hair... (Sighs)

Peter: (Puts an arm around Valerie) Yeah, it IS fun.

Valerie: Don't forget why we're here, too. We're looking for that Cruiser person.

Ursula: I don't know how we're going to find him if we don't know what he looks like!

Lauren: I'd say just look for a street tough trying to help someone...

Emma: Who says "he's" a he?

Mike: What?

Ursula: Hmm. Emma has a point. Women drive cars too, you know.

Mike: Yeah, but...

Emma: But what? "Girls don't do that stuff?"

Peter: So it could be anyone, male or female?

Ursula: Very likely.

Emma: (Looks at Micky) Mick, when you were a teenager in the San Fernando Valley area, where did you like to hang out?

Micky: That malt shop, where else?

Lauren: Does that surprise anyone? ;)

Daphne: (As everyone chuckles) I always liked going to the drive-in myself.

Mike: I say both those places are worth checking out.

Ursula: (Nods) Micky, you know the area best. Where are we closest to?

Micky: We're just over a mile from the drive-in.

Mike: Then that's where we're headed to.

Emma: (Nods) Good. Nesmith Jr. and I are hungry. I could use the biggest popcorn they have.

Peter: I could use a drink myself.

Ursula: I need a drink, too, but we'll stop at the nearest gas station after we hit the drive-in.

(Mike pulls in to the Malibu Beach Drive-In, which looks more-or-less like it did in "Drive-In Crazy," only in better shape. The movie playing looks like a black-and-white B horror pic. A teenage girl runs through the woods, screaming as a wolf man chases her.)

Mike: Well, this is the place. Everyone out and spread around. Talk to people, but don't give away too much. See what they know about this "Cruiser" guy...(sees Emma's glare)...uh, person.

Ursula: I'll chat up some of the cars. Maybe they know something about this. After all, humans aren't the only ones whose necks are being saved by this mystery driver.

Peter: Ursula, you can talk to cars?

Ursula: It came with the installation. I'm a part of this car now; I know the language.

Peter: (Watches as the girl continues screaming as a lumbering creature covered with dripping moss and fake blood comes closer and closer to her) Wow...

Valerie: Um, (grabs Peter) why don't we split up? Peter, Micky, Lauren and I will take the area around the concession stand. The rest of you head over to the playground and the front entrance. Ursula will talk to the cars in the main parking area.

("At the Hop" begins as the group heads in opposite directions. Ursula encounters a group of cars and exchanges honks and purrs.)

*Micky goes into the men's room to do some questioning and, uh, something else, too.* ;)

(Peter peers in the men's room, but Valerie pulls him out again and into the line for food.)

(Emma smiles as she receives several compliments and "congratulations" from some mothers and their children. Mike gets a few sly punches in the arm from husbands.)

(Davy eyes a few attractive young women in pink and black leather jackets sitting on motorcycles, but Daphne drags him away. They chat up a bunch of teenage boys instead.)

*Lauren joins a group of girls wearing poodle skirts.*

(Ursula ends up in a cluster of pink, purple, and aqua cars owned by a bunch of teenaged girls. They giggle, ogling a group of boys at the concession stands. Even the cars almost seem to be giggling, with their high, squealing revvs. Ursula just sighs.)

*To make matters worse, a guy and a girl climb into the back of Ursula and start necking.*

(Ursula switches on everything she has in the car, then says "Gooood evening" in the scariest voice she can muster...a voice that sounds a bit like the female vampire on-screen who now hypnotizes the young woman. The pair jump out of the car screaming!)

(Emma makes a face as she stands around an old, post-war car with a bunch of teenagers. Two pairs of booted feet can be seen sticking out from under it. Mike finally emerges. He shakes the hand of the tallest of the teenage boys. He's a bit grimy, but very happy.)

(Peter tries to order organic popcorn and lemon-flavored water, but Valerie nudges him and orders sodas, extra-large popcorn, and enough candy to make even Micky happy for the rest of the night.)

*Micky lies on the hood of one of the cars, watching the movie and munching popcorn.*

(Mike and Emma sit on the swings on the playground and share a kiss...at least, until they hear whistling. A gaggle of teenage boys watch them. Mike grumbles, grabs Emma as gently as he can, and pulls her off to find something less public.)

*Lauren joins Micky on the hood of the car.*

(The rest of them join Micky and Lauren as the song comes to an end, Peter and Valerie bearing food.)

Valerie: Chow's on, gang!

Peter: Come and get it!

Mike: (Takes a box of popcorn and hands another to Micky) And don't eat it all in one breath, Mick. Save some for your next breath.

*Micky sticks his tongue out.* :P

(Ursula arrives at this point. She honks her horn.)

Ursula: I am SO glad you are all out of your teens!

Valerie: Bad night, Urse?

Ursula: I was stuck between a bunch of the most inane idiots I've ever encountered...and that was just the cars! Thank goodness all of you can hold a conversation that doesn't involve the size of the carburetor on the black Thunderbird who lives on Palm Street!

Mike: Urse...did you hear anything about the Cruiser's car? We heard he...or she...had a real unusual model, really strange.

Daphne: Possibly a combination of several models.

Ursula: Yes, I did manage to get some information out of a car owned by two boys. He'd seen better days, poor old fellow, but he claimed the boys "kept him young." You'd never know it by what was falling off of him. (Sighs) To get to the point, he claims to have recognized the Cruiser's car...or at least, bits and pieces. He says he had an uncle who had a chassis like that, a 1949 Mercury. The hood would appear to belong to a 1950 Ford.

Mike: No wonder they can't track the car. It's about eight different cars.

Ursula: Right. I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the car comes from late 40s and early 50s models as well.

Micky: Or more.

Emma: That still doesn't help us find the owner. Has anyone ever tried calling the cops and checking their license plate number?

Valerie: (Shakes her head) We asked the girl at the concession stand about that. She said the Cruiser's license plate is always partially covered in mud, just enough to keep cops at bay.

Mike: Hey Mick, enjoying the movie?

Micky: It's actually a pretty good flick! ;)

(Another car drives in at this point and parks in the empty spot next to the group. It turns out to be Benny and Susie from the deli in a rather beat-up car of unknown make...and Susie's driving.)

Peter: Hey, I know them! (Waves) You're the guy who made Micky's sandwich!

Emma: And you were one of the girls in the deli. (Smiles) Is that your car?

Susie: (Nods) Yeah. We switch off. Sometimes, he'll drive, and sometimes, I'll drive.

Benny: We're both qualified. She works in her old man's shop.

Mike: Susie...Susie Cardelli?

Susie: (Nods) Yeah. (Frowns) Do I know you?

Mike: Let's just say I'm very familiar with your dad's shop.

Peter: Cardelli? Do you work for a Jack Cardelli, at Cardelli's Car Shop on Palm and Main?

Susie: (Nods) I work there after-school and during the weekends. Are you guys new in town?

Davy: We're just passin' through, luv.

Benny: Hey, nice accent! Where you from? London?

Davy: Manchester, actually. That's far to the north of London.

Mike: You guys know this area pretty well, right?

Benny: (Nods) Yeah. I've lived here for five years, since my mom and I came here, and Susie's been here all her life.

Emma: Who were those guys in the big leather jackets riding the motorcycles?

Benny: (Narrows his eyes) When did you see those assholes?

Susie: (Makes a face) Local gang who calls themselves the Wild Riders. They've terrorized Malibu Beach for almost two years now.

Mike: They don't sound like your typical lovable hubcap thieves.

Benny: No. They go to a place and tear it apart. They challenge inexperienced local kids to drag races, usually with the car as the prize. They break glass in old folks' homes and graffiti everything in sight. X(

Susie: They have no respect for anyone who isn't like them. Women, younger or weaker kids, it's all the same to them. They don't care about anything but themselves. The irony is, most of them come from relatively rich families. It's not like in the LA ghettos. These kids have families who want them. They just don't want to be wanted.

Lauren: That's sad.

Susie: I'd be more moved if they'd let us alone. They...

(The noisy sound of many motorcycles at once interrupts Susie. The same group of motorcyclists in heavy black leather jackets Micky left in the dust roar into the Malibu Beach Drive-In. We now see they have "The Wild Riders" in red flame-colored script on the back of their jackets. An older man in a neat suit runs up to the group, waving his hands.

Man: Boys, please! Not here! We don't want any trouble here!

Large Boy: (Smirks) We ain't here to make trouble. We're just gonna watch the movie. (Looks at the others) Right, boys?

Wild Rider 2: That is, if you get a buncha hot chicks to bring us food.

Man: Yes, anything you say! Girls! Bring them popcorn, soda, anything they want!

(Benny's eyes narrow as a group of pretty girls bring food to the Wild Riders. They throw their food on the ground. They drive their motorcycles across the drive-in, nearly running into several cars. They grab people's glasses, dump popcorn down pants, and start random fights with various college and teen boys.)

Mike: (Growls) These asses...

Susie: I wish there were something we could do about them.

Mike: There is. (Looks at the others) Anyone want to teach these creeps a lesson?

Micky: You bet! ;)

(The 50s song "Beep Beep" starts up as Mike climbs into Ursula, beckoning anyone who can or wants to join in to do so. Peter and Valerie opt to stay by the car, but Susie pulls out and joins them before Benny can protest. Emma sighs and pulls out of range. She's not in any condition for fight romps.)

(The two cars surround the motorcycles on either side. A few motorcycles actually seem to sidle up to Ursula and purr at her!)

(Mike thrusts his fingers into his belt loops and strides over to the gang, flanked by Micky and Davy. He gets right up into the face of the leader...only to have a straw paper blown in his face. Another member dumps popcorn on his head.)

(Two guys just burst out laughing at Micky and Davy as they take what they think look like offensive poses.)

(A few more try to flirt with Lauren, Daphne, and Susie. Susie finally just gets mad. She decks one of the guys who was trying to put his hands in an inappropriate place.)

*Lauren and Daphne deck the remaining guys.*

(Ursula squirts windshield wiper fluid onto the two motorcycles flanking her, making them seem to cough and sputter.)

(A fistfight breaks out all over the drive-in, with people being thrown here, there, and everywhere. The man in the suit tries to get between combatants, but he just gets thrown over the concession stand by two Wild Riders.)

(Mike and Micky fling one guy into the air. We see him sailing past the movie screen, where another fistfight seems to be breaking loose, this one between townspeople and vampires.)

(Peter and Valerie spray the Wild Riders with soda from the concession stand.)

(Two of the Wild Riders try to get Ursula's trunk open. When they do, they're hit with pies in the face.)

(Emma ducks away from a Wild Rider and a college student being thrown over a car. She goes to the other side to find Micky and Davy shaking hands.)

Susie: (She drives up with Benny as the song ends) Maybe we'd better get out of here. The Wild Riders are leaving, and I think I saw the manager calling the cops.

Mike: (Indeed, we hear sirens in the distance) Yeah, you're right, Suz. (Nods at Ursula) Come on, guys. Let's make tracks, before we end up in jail fifteen years early.

(The two cars speed out of the drive in as the fight continues and we see the lights of police cars in the distance.)