(We open in Millie's Cheesecakes And Other Oddities, which looks exactly the same as it did the last time it was seen in "Icing on the Cake," with the Halloween decorations replaced by 50s-esque items. The store is empty. Millie bustles around, wiping tables. The store's festooned with pictures of classic finned cars, jukeboxes, girls in poodle skirts, and guys in leather jackets. Pink and turquoise crepe paper crisscrosses the room. Millie herself wears a huge 50s-style floral dress, her hair in fancy curls.

Millie: Boys should be here soon, then the guys setting up the bandstand...(sound of door opening)...that should be them now.

(Mike and Micky hurry in, shutting the door against a group of squealing teenage girls. Mike wears a tight white t-shirt, black jeans rolled up at the bottom, a loose pink and black shirt over the t, and black boots. His hair is swirled into a DA.)

*Micky sports blue jeans, Converses, black t-shirt, leather jacket. His curls combed are somehow combed down into a ducktail!*

Mike: Whew! We made it. I don't wanna know why buncha crazy girls were out there this early. (Looks at Micky) How did you get your hair to stay like that? What did you do, buy every can of moose in the store?

Micky: Don't ask, but it cost well over $50!

Millie: Hey, fellas. Nice to see you made it. (Grins and looks them over) And you bring back some memories, too. Where did you get those get-ups?

Mike: Actually, I had all this stuff. I just asked a tailor to roll up the jeans.

Micky: I had my stuff, too. I just got the Converses last week. *shows off one foot*

Millie: Very nice. (Frowns) Where's the other two? I thought all four of you were gonna play today.

Mike: I don't know where Pete is. Probably caught in traffic.

Micky: Davy'll be around later.

Millie: Well, all right. (Hands them a list) Here's what you're promoting. We're having a special "Nifty Fifties Carnival" in the parking lot next to the shop. You guys are the entertainment. You'll sign autographs and promote the baked goods.

Mike: What's in the Nifty Fifties Cheesecake?

Millie: It's a caramel-apple cheesecake, like those caramel-apple pies some of the ladies in the old street back in Hoboken used to bake in the 50s.

Mike: (Grabs Mick's list) Mick, don't drool so hard. You'll flood the place.

Micky: *wipes his chin* Sorry.

Millie: You boys can rehearse and go take a look at the carnival. (Sighs) And yes, Mike, you will have security. I don't need anyone hurting you or my customers.

Mike: Good. (Millie heads back in the kitchen) Why don't we go rehearse...

Micky: Rehearse? It's just the two of us! I wanna grab a bite to eat and check out the carnival!

Mike: But Mick...

Micky: But nothing, Mike! We've rehearsed enough lately! We'll do that when Pete and Dave get here! Let’s go get some food & check out the carnival!

Mike: Mick, we haven't done a gig since the Mel Tanovan Program, and that was almost a month ago! Not to mention, these are our neighbors! Don't 'cha want to look good in front of our neighbors?

Micky: We're gonna do just fine, Mike! We know these songs like the back of our hands! *holds up a hand and makes a face* Where the heck did that come from.? *gives Mike a serious look* Mike, if we don't check out that carnival and grab some food, you're gonna find out what a hungry and unamused Micky Dolenz looks like!

Mike: Well, I guess just a few minutes, but...

Micky: But nothing! We're going now!

Mike: Mick... (Chases him into the carnival)

(Mike chases Micky into the carnival grounds as "Saturday's Child" begins. Mike chases Micky into a tent...but several women, half-dressed in poodle skirts, upper halves covered by shirts or robes, angrily chase him out.)

(Mike runs through another tent, which collapses around him, as several men were trying to set it up.)

(He sees a curly head making fresh-squeezed lemonade at a food stand and grabs their arm, but the guy looks nothing like Micky. He comes out with two lemon halves stuck to his chest in strategetic places.)

*Micky's at the duck shooting game, trying to win prizes.*

(Mike finally sees Micky at the duck game. He has a whole pile of prizes. Mike grabs the gun, gives the guy the money, and shoots. As the song ends, the boys walk away from the booth. Micky has an armload of stuffed animals. Mike has nothing.)

Mike: What are you plannin' on doin' with those, Mick? You hardly need them.

Micky: Gonna give 'em to the kids and Lauren.

Mike: Mick, why can't you just listen?

Micky: What?

Mike: I understand you want to have fun. We will have fun, but we have work to do first. We have to do a sound check and set up our instruments. This is gonna be filmed for the local news, too.

Micky: We still have plenty of time to do that!

Mike: (Smiles) We will go to the carnival, Mick. We'll take the kids there after the gig. Besides, the carnival wasn't really open yet.

Micky: *sighs* Oh, all right.

Mike: Why don't we go back to Millie's and see if we can score some of her Nifty Fifties Cheesecake? (Grins) And maybe she can tell us some really great stories 'bout life in Hoboken twenty years ago.

Micky: *grins* Cheesecake? Okay!

(The boys hustle back to Millie's, just as she's directing the installation of a jukebox in the windows. The camera fades out on the jukebox and Millie in her poodle skirt.)