Is everyone ready for this month's story?

Mike: Yeah...

Peter: (Wary side-glance at Mike) I think so.

Micky: I am!

Davy: Ready.

*We open in the park. A small crew, including Micky, directs the recording of a music video performed by Herman. Herman is singing the Frankie Lane song "Jezebel." He and his back-up band are wearing devil horns.*

Mike: (He stands next to Micky) This is a little cheesy, ain't it?

Micky: *Shrugs* A little, but this is what Herm asked for. He even provided the horns.

Mike: (Grins as Herman struts) He's really enjoyin' this, ain't he? He's a pretty happy man right now.

Micky: Happy doesn't even cover it.

Mike: I just hope this goes well. (Makes a face) At least we can film HIS music.

Micky: *Sighs* Yeah, I know. It's something, at least.

Peter: (He joins the others) Thanks for doing this on a Saturday after today's baseball game, Mick. I've missed being able to join you guys.

Micky: Not a problem, Pete.

Mike: Where's Davy? Tryin' to get on stage?

Micky: Probably, knowing him.

Mike: Anyone want to go grab him, before he ruins a shot?

Micky: I would, but I'm directing.

Peter: I'll do it. (He takes off. A few seconds later, Mike starts sniffing the air)

Mike: I smell...somethin' weird...acrid...

Micky: Mike, please tell me your nose is just acting funny.

Mike: (Sniffs) No... (Eyes widen as a wisp of smoke comes out from behind the stage) Mick, we've gotta get outta here! (Grabs his arm)

Micky: Wha... *Sees the smoke* Well, if we're leaving, everyone needs to leave!

Mike: (Covers his mouth with a rumpled tissue) Micky... (coughs) ...look! (Everyone around them is dropping to the ground, including the group on the stage.)

Micky: *Pulls his shirt over his nose and mouth* Shit!

Mike: We've gotta find...guys...

(Before they can make their way to the stage, a swarm of Zombies jump out from the smoke, followed by Belavarg and Midge. We see the outlines of Sheila, Alex, and Zelda on-stage, wearing gas masks and dragging Herman away.)

Micky: *Points toward the stage* Mike...look!

Mike: (Coughs) Shit! We've gotta get this smoke outta here and get our star back!

Micky: I got... idea! *a huge fan appears in a blue light*

Mike: (Grins as the fan blows the smoke away) Not bad.

Micky: Only "not bad?"

Mike: (Grins) Great idea?

Micky: Thank you.

Mike: (Sees three Zombies coming at them) Ok, so it was a great idea...but now these guys can see us. (Makes his sword appear) I sure as hell don't wanna see THEM. Is it me, or do they get uglier every time we see them?

Micky: They're definitely uglier. *makes his dagger appear*

("Goin' Down" begins as the boys attack the zombies. Mike grabs a microphone from on stage and whirls it like a lasso. He lassos three of the zombies, then tosses Micky the other side of another microphone and makes two more trip.)

*Micky grabs the cymbals and claps a zombie with them.*

(Peter, still coughing, manages to make his Emerald Crossbow appear. He shoots what he thinks is a zombie through the haze. When the haze emerges, we see Davy now has a cat tail, ears, and whiskers. Peter blushes, then concentrates. There's a blue light around Davy. When it subsides, he's himself again.)

*Davy waves his thanks, then ducks a zombie.*

(Peter shoots the zombie. It turns into a fish. The fish flops helplessly on the ground before Peter concentrates and makes it return to the sea. )

(Mike skewers three zombies at once...then lets out a howl and starts jumping on every zombie he can get his hands on!)

Peter: (Frowns) Micky...Belavarg must still be here. Michael's going crazy!

Micky: We need to find him...

(Mike roars...and lunges for the stage as we hear a familiar evil laugh...)

Peter: Michael, no!

Micky: Follow him!

(Mike leaps for Belavarg, his teeth bared and his sword out, ready to strike!)

Belavarg: Well, well, where's a dog catcher when you need one?

(Mike lets out a dog-like snarl and tries to bite at Belavarg's midsection.)

Peter: Michael, down! Don't! I doubt he tastes very good!

Mike: Bad...demon...stop...don't hurt pack...

*Belavarg dodges Mike.*

Mike: Bad...get over here! (He howls and jumps at Belavarg's back, aiming to dig in)

Peter: Michael! (He runs on stage) Stop! You're not a wolf! You're a human being!

Mike: (Stops and looks over his shoulder) Pete?

*Belavarg slips away during the distraction.*

Mike: SHIT! (He growls) Where did he go?

Peter: Michael, calm down. You get crazy the moment he's around, and he knows it. He uses it to his advantage.

Micky: *Runs up* Did I miss all the fun? Damn zombies got me hung up.

Mike: (As the music ends) Not really. Bela got me worked up, then split.

Peter: (As people begin to groan around them) Micky, your our chemistry expert. Do you think these people will be ok, or will we need to call the hospital?

Micky: They'll be fine eventually.

Mike: Good, 'cause we gotta get outta here and find Herman and the villain club.

Peter: Any ideas on where they might have gone?

Davy: *Runs up* Mates! I saw the devils dragging Herman toward the beach!

Mike: Well, that'll help some. There's plenty of caves out there where they can hide.

Peter: And shacks, and fishing huts.

Mike: I have an idea. Why don't we just imagine ourselves to where they are? It'll be faster than checkin' the whole beach.

Micky: Good thinking.

Peter: We could spend all day looking in every cave on the beach for them. Besides, we all know how good they are at hiding.

Mike: Ok, boys. Concentrate on "devils and demons."

Micky: Concentrating...

(There's a blue light around the four. When it subsides, they're gone.)

(Cut to a dark, dimly-lit cave. The only light comes from the entrance and the soft glow of black crystal all around them. There's a blue light in the cave. When it subsides, we see the four Monkees, now in their MonkeeLeague uniforms.)

Mike: (Sniffs) This is the place... (He puts his head on his hand) My head...damn, why do I feel so light-headed?

Peter: The crystal...Michael, it's that black crystal...

Micky: Oh crap...

Davy: This...isn't good...

Mike: (Sniffs) Shit...they're here... (He grabs hold of the crystal to steady himself)

Peter: (He gulps and tries to stand tall) Belavarg...Devils...show yourselves!

Belavarg: *Appears* Here I am.

Mike: (Growls and turns around) You...bad...attack pack! (He wants to lunge but hasn't the energy, so he settles for snarling)

Peter: Belavarg. What have you done with Herman? He means nothing to you.

Belavarg: I didn't do anything with him.

Peter: If you didn't, the devils did.

Micky: Where are they?

Mike: (Sniffs) They're in...back... (Howls)

Peter: (He moves ahead) Devils, where are you? Show yourselves!

Alex: *Standing in the shadows* Why, we're right here in front of you.

Peter: Come out of the shadows, Alex. Stop hiding. We can't hurt you like this.

Mike: (Growls) Don't be too sure about that.

Alex: Oh but I do so enjoy the shadows.

Peter: Where's Herman?

Alex: Right here.

Peter: Herman! Herman, if you're here, please speak up.

Mike: (Mutters) If you can.

Alex: Well, he's a little preoccupied.

Peter: Get Zelda off of him. (Mike snarls behind him)

Micky: And get out of those shadows!

*Herman tumbles out of the shadows, unconscious. He lands in a heap on the ground.*

Micky: Aw shit.

Peter: (He gingerly kneels by him and takes him in his arms) He's ok, just knocked out. (Looks up into the shadows) Zelda, if you've attacked him in any way...

Zelda: I wouldn't hurt him.

Peter: Not sexually, either.

Zelda: *Sighs* Not enough time.

Peter: Good. (He manages to heft his crossbow on his shoulder)

Mike: (Growls) We're leavin'. If you try comin' after us...

Midge: (She emerges from the shadows, wearing a tight dress with a long skirt and fashionable high boots) Hello, gentlemen. I'm glad to see you have brought me little pretty one back.

Peter: (He turns to Midge) Don't you get ideas, either.

Sheila: (She follows Midge, all in red) Please. You can barely move.

Davy: Don't even think about it...

Midge: Too late. Already have. (She pulls Davy close to her) I am going to keep you and have fun with you.

Peter: Don't you dare!

Sheila: Belavarg, perhaps it's time we had a chat with the group's leader.

Mike: (Growls) Yeah, well, here he is.

Belavarg: Not you... *turns to Peter* You.

Peter: (Gulps) M...me? But I'm not...

Sheila: Not a dummy anymore, that's for sure. You've come up with your share of grand ideas lately.

Mike: (Snarls) Don't you hurt him!

Sheila: What should we do with our leader, Belavarg?

Belavarg: Attack, but not by us.

Peter: What do you mean?

Mike: (Growls) Yeah!

Sheila: (Smirks at Mike) Belavarg has an interesting hold on you, Knight, don't you think? Every time you get near him, your animal seems to come out...among other things.

Peter: Leave him alone, Belavarg! X(

*Belavarg goes to Mike and rubs his neck.* >:)

Peter: (Screams as Mike whimpers) NO! (He starts towards Mike, but Alex and Sheila grab his arms.)

Sheila: Alex, get his crossbow.

*Alex grabs the crossbow.*

Mike: (Pants) I...I can't...think....

Sheila: You don't have to. We'll handle things for you.

Peter: NOOO! (He struggles in Alex's grasp) Micky, run! Get help!

Micky: I'm outta here! *disappears quickly in a blue light*

Sheila: Damn it! (Smirks) At least we still have the rest of you. How's the Knight coming, Belavarg?

Belavarg: Almost...

Mike: (He pants, then opens his eyes...and they're now black) M...master...

Peter: NOO! Don't do it to him! You'll destroy his mind!

Belavarg: Too late.

Mike: Master, what am I to do for you>

Peter: Michael, don't listen to him. He's not your master! No one is!

Belavarg: Attack the Bard.

(Mike growls and leaps for Peter. Alex is still holding Peter. He holds his arms as Mike slams Peter in the chest. He falls to his knees, gasping for breath.)

Mike: (Smirks) How did that feel, leader?

Peter: Michael, this isn't...you...

Mike: Maybe it is, and you don't know it.

Sheila: Oh, this is very good. You were never much of a leader, Bard.

Peter: (Looks up at Sheila) You didn't think that when I was leading you.

Sheila: You had the powers I gave you then. Why did you let them purify you?

Peter: They weren't my powers, Sheila. That wasn't me, just like this isn't Michael.

Mike: Bullshit this ain't me. You just wanna think your peace crap.

Midge: (She and Zelda are holding Davy as Mike yanks Peter by his hair) I do not think he looks like leader to me.

Peter: Owww...Mike, let go!

Mike: No. You're such a baby, Pete. Gonna whine about this, too? (He yanks his hair again)

Peter: (Gulps) No. I won't give in.

Davy: Leave him alone, Mike!

Mike: (Winds Peter's long golden hair around his hand and yanks as hard as he can) You ain't no leader, Pete. You're a baby. Always have been.

Peter: Mich...OOWWWW!

Midge: (Grins at Zelda) And perhaps, we could have fun with this pretty one... (Strokes Davy's hair)

Zelda: *Slides her hands over Davy's chest* Oooh, I'd love to!

Peter: Get off...oof! (Mike kicks Peter in the side; he gasps)

Mike: Oh no, you don't. Let them girls have their fun.

Peter: (He's gasping) Michael... (But Mike kicks him again, leaving him unconscious)

Mike: (Smirks) Took care of him, Master.

Belavarg: Excellent.

Mike: How's Davy, ladies?

Zelda: Cute, as always.

Midge: (Runs her finger over Davy's cheek) This one will not be drained. He will be kept very pretty for a toy.

Mike: He'll make a great toy.

Zelda: He sure will.

Sheila: Now, Knight, pick up the Bard, and we'll...

(Before we can finish, there's a burst of blue light...and she gets smacked in the side with a field hockey stick! She winds up on the floor as Micky emerges with the girls, all in uniform...and four lights behind them...)

Emma: Robert Michael Nesmith, what have you done?

Mike: Nothin' he didn't deserve.

Valerie: Peter! (She takes him in her arms and rocks him gently)

Emma: (She whacks him in the side; he doubles over) Well, that was nothing YOU didn't deserve. You KNOW better than to let them get to you!

Mike: (Gasps and holds his side) Emmm...

*Lauren and Daphne go over to Davy and forcefully take Davy away from Midge and Zelda.*

Midge: Why you... (She goes after Daphne, but finds herself slammed against the wall when Daphne shoves her)

Emma: Good work, Daph. (She gives Mike the biggest kiss she can)

*A strange spray suddenly begins to cover the crystal. Micky grins, holding an aerosol can that he's using to spray the crystal.*

Sheila: (As she gets on her elbows) So that's how you neutralized our crystals.

(Mike just stares at Emma, dazed, and finally passes out in her arms...nearly taking her with him.)

Emma: Whoa, boy! Damn, have you been ingesting rocks? You're heavy!

Peter: (Looks up and into Valerie's eyes) Val? What are you doing here?

Valerie: We're some of the help Micky brought, Peter.

Peter: (Blinks) "Some of?"

(That's when the four lights descend around Belavarg...revealing the four Guardian ancestors.)

Sir Robert: The ladies contacted us, gentlemen. They said you were in grave danger.

Bard Peter: (Holds up his bow and arrow) I thought you removed your hold on Michael's mind, Belavarg.

Emma: (Indicates her husband) That's not what I'm seeing.

(The four lights follow Belavarg into a separate cave. There's less crystal here. Sir Robert ducks in front of Belavarg, his beloved sword at the ready.)

Sir Robert: You are the one who has caused this. Mon ancestre would never turn on his amies that way!

Bard Peter: (Holds his arrows out) Restore his mind! He can't stay this way!

Belavarg: Not a chance.

Sir Robert: The others need him. He is no slave to YOU.

(Sir Robert lunges for Belavarg, lifting his sword for the cut.)

*Belavarg blocks with his sword.*

Bard Peter: (As Robert slashes at him again) Robert, don't let him get to you.

Sir Robert: Why him? You have stolen the man's music and his sanity...his very life!

Belavarg: Because I can.

Sir Robert: But he is not like this. He is like me - a leader. A strong man, Not some animal for you. (He pokes Belavarg in the back) You were never as good of a cavalier as you thought.

Bard Peter: (He shoots his arrow, barely missing Belavarg's nose) You know I will not miss again.

Sir Robert: You were behind the attack on their friend this afternoon, weren't you, Belavarg? It was not the Devils. They don't care about music.

Belavarg: I needed to get to them somehow.

Sir Robert: I suspected it was a trap. (He smashes again Belavarg) You want all of them as slaves, don't you, the way Julia does.

Bard Peter: (Gasps) It's their energy. You know we have special energy because of our our powers. It's more concentrated and stronger than normal human energy.

Belavarg: You guessed.

Sir Robert: You are going to make them into one of your nightmare creatures!

Bard Peter: No...he can't. I don't think our powers will allow him to drain us fully. It's too strong. (Narrows his eyes) But without most of our energy, we will not have strength to fight him.

Sir Robert: (Slashes Belavarg's arm) You restore him NOW, Demon. Before I do much more than hurt your arm.

Bard Peter: (Looks up) I hear someone else coming.;

Sir Robert: (As Alex enters) Alexander. You would have some hand in this.

Bard Peter: (Puts out his arrow to Alex) You will not harm us or them any longer.

Sir Robert: They are not your playthings.

Alex: *Waves the glass tubes he carries, one in each hand* Oh, I think I will do a little more harm...

Sir Robert: You'll stay away from all of us.

(That's when we hear some kind of "whump"...and Zelda is knocked head-over-heels into the room, followed by Midge! They both end up against the wall. Lauren and Daphne come in behind them, shaking hands.)

Mike: (Emma has her arm around him) Nice work, ladies.

Sir Robert: Tres grande.

Sheila: (She stumbles into the room) I really think we ought to get out of here, before something else happens. It's getting too crowded around here.

Sir Robert: (Narrows his eyes) Julia.

Sheila: (Smirks) Hello, Robbie. I'd love to get you on the floor right now, but you're dead and I'm feeling like I might be. Another time.

Sir Robert: (As Bard Peter blanches) You are tres disgusting, Julia.

Sheila: Thank you, dear. You always did know how to compliment a lady. I don't know about the rest of you, but I have a headache. I'm going home. You can come along later if you feel like it. (Eyes Mike and Sir Robert...but doesn't go past smirking) I'll take care of the rest of you later. (She disappears in a black light)

Sir Robert: The next time I see that woman, I will put my sword in her.

Mike: I'll do the other side.

Bard Peter: (Holds his arrow on Belavarg) What of you, demon?

*Belavarg just disappears in black smoke.*

Mike: He's a chicken. He never sticks around for very long.

Sir Robert: He has always been like that.

Bard Peter: (Turns to Alex) And you, Alexander...

Alex: Bela's got the right idea. *disappears in a black light*

(Zelda and Midge also disappear in dark lights.)

Mike: (As Sir Robert roars and lets out a long stream of French expletives) Damn them! (He groans) Pete's hurt pretty bad. I think I may have bruised his sides good.

Sir Robert: (As Micky and Davy hurry in) Besides pauvre Pierre, is everyone else fine?

Mike: No. I feel like a total jackass.

Micky: I'm all right.

Davy: No harm here.

Mike: Where's Herman? Is he ok?

Emma: I think he's still out in the front cave. We're going to send him back to the filming site as soon as he awakens.

Mike: We need to get back to the filming site and see if we can finish. (Frowns) But we'll need to meet all of you in the Beach Cave this evening. (Looks at the ancestors) Including you.

Sir Robert: Us, mon ancestre?

Emma: (Nods) It's about time we answered some questions.