Everyone ready to travel to Bavaria and Berlin?

Ursula: Yes. We'll get lost more easily in a large city.

Sir Robert: Oui.

Georgi: Ready.

(We open on an overgrown path through the woods. It's the same woods seen in many, many stories, as well as in several original Monkees episodes. Three weary travelers in dark cloaks and carry packs and bags. The smallest one just shakes her head and sighs.)

Ursula: No, Georgi, we can't stop and eat lunch. We just ate lunch an hour ago!

Sir Robert: Do you do anything besides eat?

Georgi: Of course I do.

Sir Robert: In the past few weeks, you have done nothing but eat, blow things up, chase wild animals, and snore in my ear.

Georgi: That's who I am.

Ursula: Sir Robert, Georgi has been a great asset. He's hunted for us and cooked many meals.

Sir Robert: It is not like I can't hunt.

Georgi: But I hunt better.

Ursula: Boys, boys, please. Let's not fight. You've done enough of that over the past few weeks. (Sighs) What we need is something to do that will earn us money. We can't keep living off the land forever. Not all of us know it as well as Georgi.

Sir Robert: It certainly won't be selling animal meet. (Smirks at Georgi) Are you still working on that powder of yours that makes explosions?

Georgi: Of course I am.

Sir Robert: Perhaps we could sell that...if you could finish it.

Georgi: Maybe.

Ursula: We have to figure out something! (Frowns and looks up) What's that sound?

Sir Robert: It sounds like whistling to me. It is probably the wind.

Ursula: No, it is human.

Sir Robert: I'm wondering if we should hide...

(But the person appears before they can hide. It turns out to just be a young man with long golden hair and brown eyes. He's strolling down the road, carrying one small bag, another one slung over one shoulder, and a mandolin under the other. He's the one who is whistling. He stops instantly, his eyes wide.)

Young Man: Who is there? Who are you?

Ursula: Don't worry, young man, we mean you no harm! We're fellow travelers, like yourself.

Young Man: You will not rob me?

Sir Robert: Not unless our ami Georgi sniffs food on you.

Young Man: (Blushes) Actually, I am a bit hungry. I have not had food in long time.

Ursula: (Hands the young man part of a loaf of bread) Would you like some bread? We're on our way to Berlin, but we can share with you.

Young Man: Well... (he takes the bread) ...all right. (He smiles a familiar warm smile) I'm on my way to Berlin, too! I'm hoping to become a great musician!

Ursula: You're a musician?

Young Man: (Nods) I was only able to bring my mandolin, but I play other instruments, too.

Sir Robert: (Nods) I play mandolin. I taught myself when I was in the army and needed to pass time.

Young Man: (Turns to Georgi) What about you? Do you play instrument?

Georgi: No, I don't.

Young Man: I could teach you. I learn to be a teacher at school in Bavaria.

Sir Robert: You are a teacher? What are you doing here?

Young Man: (Blushes harder) I...uh...left school. I was not fond of school anymore. I wanted to play music.

Sir Robert: Hmm. Perhaps...if you could teach Georgi to play something....we could all be musiciens.

Young Man: What?

Ursula: What do you mean?

Sir Robert: Georgi, would you be willin' to learn an instrument? Being musiciens would be a wonderful way to earn money!

Georgi: *Shrugs* I guess so.

Ursula: (Frowns) I hear something else. (Everyone jumps off the road as a carriage passes by them)

Sir Robert: (Sighs) I wish we could ride, instead of walk. That covered carriage looks nice, and we have walked for days.

Georgi: Why don't we just hop on one?

Young Man: (Points) Here comes another covered carriage!

(The carriage rumbles along as everyone ducks for the woods. It stops for a moment as two men feed the horses.)

Sir Robert: (Nods; whispers) Ok, everyone, now! (They all tumble into the carriage. Sir Robert manages to get Georgi in just as the carriage starts again)

Sir Robert: (He ducks under a barrel...and finds himself nose-to-nose with Georgi) Out, Georgi! This is my barrel!

Georgi: Nuh uh! This is my barrel!

Sir Robert: (Sighs) We can't fight in here all day. We will attract attention. I guess we're stuck.

Georgi: Okay. I'm taking a nap.

Sir Robert: I can't. I'm too excited for sleep. Maybe you'd better stay awake, too.

*But it's too late. Georgi's already snoring.*

(Sir Robert just sighs and tries to edge away from Georgi.)

(Cut to a stock shot of a large medieval city. We cut to what looks like a market square filled with people selling every sort of thing on the planet. The carriage stops off to one side of the square. Cut to inside the carriage. Robert shakes Georgi's shoulder.)

Sir Robert: We are here, mon ami.

Georgi: *Groggy* Hm?

Sir Robert: Come on. (They climb out of the barrel. Cut to the back of the carriage. They all jump out, just in time to see it drive off into the city.)

Young Man: (Sighs) This is so exciting! I have not been to Berlin before!

Sir Robert: Well, we must find place to eat. I am sure Georgi will want to eat.

Georgi: Of course!

(They enter the tavern. It's the same bar/tavern set seen in many, many stories, here with more dirt on the floor and everyone in peasant tunics drinking ale. There's two men on stage playing the mandolin, but they aren't very good. Some people throw bottles at them.)

Young Man: (Winces at the crowd) That's not very nice.

Sir Robert: I have seen much worse. (They sit down at a table. A waitress in an outfit that does nothing to hide her considerable bosoms takes their orders) What is your name, garcon?

Young Man: (He blushes again) I am rude. My name is Peter Thork of Bavaria.

Ursula: (Nods) My name is Ursula. (Sighs) I was born in this city, but I haven't been here in many, many years.

Sir Robert: I am Sir Robert Del Naysmythe, of Alsace, France.

Georgi: Georgiano Dolenzia, but everyone calls me Georgi.

Waitress: (She brings drinks) Now, what would you be eating, yah? Would you like house sausage and cheese?

Georgi: Everything you have as quick as you can.

Sir Robert: (Rolls his eyes) I will have a plate of sausage, cheese, and apples, please.

Peter: (As Ursula orders the same) Oh my, you can eat a lot, Georgi!

Georgi: This is just an appetizer.

(There's more yelling going on as the men try to finish their set. They just aren't very good, and the patrons are letting them know it.)

Sir Robert: I wish they would calm down and allow us to eat.

Peter: Those men are playing badly.

Sir Robert: That is no reason to interrupt our meal.

Peter: I can play better than that. (He stands, ducking a bottle of ale, and heads for the stage)

Ursula: Um, Peter, I don't think that's a wise decision...

(The waitress has brought Georgi's spread as Peter left. It takes up most of the table and a smaller tray next to him.)

(The two men have fled the stage, one leaving his mandolin as he did. Peter just pulls out his mandolin and plays "Come On In." Sir Robert looks up from his sausage...as does half the room.)

Ursula: (Smiles) He's rather good.

(But the men are starting to look annoyed again with one man playing one small ballad. Sir Robert finishes his sausage and runs on stage as Peter ends the song.)

Peter: Robert? What...

Sir Robert: I will help you. Just follow me. (He grabs the mandolin and starts "Carlise Wheeling." Peter joins in, smiling though the song sounds rather peculiar performed by a man with a French accent.)

Ursula: (She's beaming now) Yes, they're very good. I think they'll make a fine musical duo. Don't you agree, Georgi?

*Georgi nods, his mouth full as he finishes off his spread.*

(The men are interested now. They're still noisy, but they don't throw anything, either.)

Sir Robert: (Frowns at the cat-calling men) Maybe we'd better try another one. (He nods at Peter, and they start "All the King's Horses.")

Ursula: (Sees the men starting to move a little) They're quite good, but they need...something...

(Georgi has just about finished with his huge meal...and is working on the last of Robert's sausages.)

Georgi: *Mouth full still* What?

Ursula: There's still not something quite right about their performance, just two men with mandolins. This song needs something...

*Georgi just shrugs, finishing his food.*

Ursula: Why don't you join them on stage? I'm sure you could figure something out.

Ursula: Perhaps you could do a little dance and people will throw coins?

Georgi: *Shrugs* Okay.

Peter: (He stands as Georgi joins them) Do you play mandolin, Georgi? We could find you one.

Georgi: *Shakes his head* No. And I don't dance. *shrugs* Maybe I could pound out a beat on something...

Sir Robert: (Shoves two of the barrels in front of him) How about these?

Georgi: These might work... *settles behind them and starts tapping them with his hands*

Sir Robert: Can you sing, Georgi?

Georgi: I've sung before.

Sir Robert: Got anything to sing now? We'll just play along.

Georgi: I know one...

Sir Robert: Bon. (Ducks a bottle) Sing it, quick! Before we end up with dented heads!

*Georgi quickly launches into "Mary, Mary" and pounding on the barrels.*

(Now, everyone's really getting into it, dancing and singing and yelling and having a whale of a time. Ursula just leans back and watches them, amused.)

(Cut to the entrance. Zero, Julia, Belavarg, and several of their soldiers enter. They're given a large table right out front.)

Julia: (Smirks and points to the stage) They were right, uncle. Those shopkeepers lead us right to them. Those musicians look rather familiar.

Sir Robert: (His eyes widen as the song ends) Georgi, don't those people look tres familiar?

Georgi: *groans* Yes, they do look familiar.

Peter: (Frowns as they end the song and Robert hastily puts the mandolin aside) What is wrong?

Sir Robert: See those people? (Points at Zero and the others) They are after us. They want to kill us.

Peter: (Gasps) How horrible! What have you done?

Sir Robert: They attacked Georgi's family and tried to make me into a slave. We and our ami Ursula are running from them, but they keep catching us.

Peter: I will do what I can to help you.