Ok, everyone ready to at least begin the finale? ;)

Lauren: Yeah!

Mike: Let's show the world what GOOD music is all about. ;)

Micky: Definitely!

Mick: Ready and rarin'. ;)

Shelly: I'm ready!

(Peter just smirks; Jordan looks worried.)

(Emma and Katie growl and roar.)

(We begin at the Music Society Festival grounds behind Shelia's mansion. Huge stadium seats are surrounded by vendors selling food, souveniers, and records and cassettes. A black vehicle pulling a trailer pulls up to the main gates.)

Robot Gate Guard: Only authorized vehicles allowed on the grounds, sir.

Vehicle: (Grumbling) "Authorized," my...

Mick: *leans out the window; holds out a rumpled up paper* We're a part of one of the bands playing here today.

Robot Gate Guard: Transporting robots and equipment for today's broadcast?

Mick: *nods* Yeah, along with most of our band's instruments.

Robot Gate Guard: Got the robots for your band?

Mick: *rolls his eyes* Yes. Why do you think the trailer's so big? :P ;)

Robot Gate Guard: Very well. You may enter. (Points to a large field where several cars with trailers are seen) All authorized vehicles go to Parking Lot B near the stage.

Mick: Thanks. *pulls away and mutters something not so nice under his breath* ;)

(Micky drives to the parking lot...but drives THROUGH it instead of into a spot and around to the main stage. What they don't see is the lights of a certain familiar large black Mustang switching on and pulling out of its parking spot.)

(The TransAm finally stops as close to the stage as it can get. Micky, Lauren, Valerie, and the twins climb out.)

Mick: Getting through the gate was only like pulling teeth. :P

Valerie: (She's dressed like a band "groupie" in a canary yellow T-shirt, jean jacket, jeans, and boots) Ok, let's get the others out, before they melt in that trailer.

Ursula: What do they mean by "robots for the band?" :-/

Micky: Sounds like a requirement for being a part of the concert, having robots in the band or working with the band in some way. Probably brought on by Shelia. :P

Valerie: She's not the one obsessed with technology. All she cares about is gathering souls. :p

Mick: It was passed by Shelia, but I'm sure Alex thought of it. :P

(Micky and Lauren go to the trailer and unlock it. Davy, Daphne, and a group of people in bright-colored band T-shirts, jackets, suits, skirts, shoes, and sneakers climb out, carrying equipment, monitors, and instruments. All are sweating bullets. Davy and Daphne wear the same outfits they wore the day before.)

Davy: I felt like a bloody meatball in there! :p

Daphne: I'm surprised we didn't drown in sweat. :p

Micky: Sorry, guys. It was the only way to get everyone in.

Ursula: All right, that's enough. It's time to split up.

Davy: Right. Lauren, you and the twins are gonna take the musicians backstage and start finding out what's going on...and maybe doing a bit of sabotage until Mike's group is ready. ;)

Lauren: Gladly. ;)

Ursula: Micky, you take anyone computer-minded and see what you can do with The Network while your wife and children are causing distractions onstage and everyone else is making distractions inside. ;)

Micky: Gotcha, Urse. ;)

Daphne: Davy and I get to go inside and help save the prisoners! :D

Ursula: Carlita said she and her group would search for Emma and Katherine, but you two and your group are to find and release Peter, Jordan, the elder Daphne, and anyone else Alex has imprisoned who haven't been put in The Network.

Davy: Hey, what about you?

Ursula: I'm keeping an eye on the grounds.

Shelly: (Hands Davy and Daphne two small phone-like objects) Here's two communicators for you guys to stay in touch with us.

Davy: (Frowns) These don't look like any communicatahs I've evah seen...

Shelly: (Grins) That's Daddy. He took some of that fancy Japanese technology and applied it to our communicators. They're more like phones, but they don't need wires. They can even take pictures! :D

Micky: Awesome, huh? ;)

Davy: I knew we shouldn't 'ave let Micky watch all-night re-runs of "Get Smart." ;)

Micky: *wags a finger* I'll have you know that's I've used a lot of what I saw in those shows, and it’s only backfired on a few times. ;)

Ursula: I'm sure you could discuss old times all day, but for now, you really need to get moving, before someone spots us here.

Daphne: If this really takes pictures...(puts a phone in front of Davy and Micky)...say cheese! ;) (There's a small flash - Davy grins widely and grabs a dazed Micky ;) )

Micky: Oh, thanks. :P

Daphne: (Giggles) Oh, this is a keeper. (Shows Lauren and the twins the picture on the small monitor - Davy's got a big, toothpaste smile and is all sweaty, while Micky just looks dazed and confused)

Lauren: That is a DEFINITE keeper! *chuckles* ;)

Ursula: If you're all finished with teasing Micky...

Lauren: *still chuckling* Okay, Urse! *gives Micky a kiss before he starts off, shaking his head* ;)

Davy: (Gives Micky a small hug) Sorry, mate. You know me and cameras. ;)

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Right. I should know better. :P ;)

(Everyone chuckles and splits into their separate groups.)

*We follow Micky as he cuts back to Shelia's mansion. He goes to the same door he used a few days prior to sneak in. He sneaks down the hall to the computer room and goes in.*

(There are a few other people with him, mostly geeky-looking guys and one girl.))

Geek 1: Hey, man, you got the password for this?

Geek 2: Geez, Anthony, he only lived here! Cut the guy some mustard! :p

Geek 3: Do you know this is a federal offense?

Micky: *flexes his hands--glares at the geeks* So's this whole operation. :P

Geek Girl: Do you know how many federal offenses Shelia and Alex are committing just by having this thing? :p

Micky: Everyone just take up your own console. I've got this one. Use whatever computer skills you have to get into the system. We're looking for the section on how to release the souls. If you find it, let me know before doing anything else. Got it?

(Variations on "got it." Everyone sits down at a console and starts typing like mad.)

Geek 4: This is the most complicated programming I've ever seen! :o

Geek Girl: I've seen worse in the school system. ;)

Micky: *sighs* This is going to be interesting. *sits down* :P

*We cut to another room in the mansion and see Daphne sitting in a chair. Alex stands by as a female robot finishes Daphne's makeup.*

Female Robot: What do you think, sir? (Pulls Daphne around to show him; she wears a tight black silk skirt and a hot pink silk shirt over a black blouse, long, dangling hot-pink earrings, and simple black and pink makeup. Her spike heels are black Italian leather, and her hair is long and fluffed around her shoulders. She smiles her silly smile, her eyes blank.)

Alex: *grins, nodding* Excellent job. She looks perfect. >:) ;)

Female Robot: She's ready to go with you to the concert now. Should I prepare her room for both of you later?

Alex: Yes, that'd be wonderful. >:)

(Daphne opens her mouth to giggle, but she remains silent. She takes the Suzanna doll from the dresser next to her chair and plays with it. The doll now wears a fancy purple gown and has a short, black wig.)

Alex: You love your new doll, don't you? ;)

(Daphne nods slowly, stroking the doll's hair. She sets her on the dresser against the makeup case, posing her arms and legs.)

Alex: Take good care of her. Good dolls are tough to come by. *smirks; pauses* Now, are you ready to go to the concert?

(Daphne nods and stands...but she lurches and almost falls on her rear. She's smiling and rolling and wiggling. She keeps trying to get up and falling again, her mouth opened to laugh but unable to do so.)

Alex: Okay, my dear Huntress, you're going to actually need to stand up on your own. *he stands her up, then concentrates on her. A slight black light surrounds her, stabilizing her from falling over*

(Daphne now stands, her mouth still open to laugh, but a bit steadier. She looks at Alex and smiles, leaning on his arm.)

Alex: *nods* Much better.

(She points towards the door, then pulls out a pamphlet on the Music Society Festival and indicates the photo of the stage area.)

Alex: Yes, we'll go to the stage. Matter of fact, you'll be ON the stage. ;) >:)

(Daphne smiles and leans against Alex, trying to kiss him.)

Alex: Not now, my dear. Later. *smirks and leads her out of the room*

(We follow them to the stage. Human-like robots in colorful clothes play an instrumental as humans and robots bustle around. Peter comes onstage with Jordan.)

Peter: So, here it is, Jordan. My home away from home. This is where the New Commadore Project rehearses, practices, and plays many gigs.

Jordan: It's nice.

Peter: What do you do in your spare time? Do you play instruments, write music or stories... (Picks up a bass and begins tuning it)

Jordan: *nods* I do all of that.

Peter: Good. Trinity could use young, fresh talent. (Frowns) Where the hell is the rest of the band? They should be here by now! All I see is robots! :p

*Jordan winces.* :P

Peter: You really need to get used to this, boy. I want us to be close. We're going to work as a team from now on. After we...talk...tonight, I'll teach you how to read and remove souls. I assume you haven't learned any of the more advanced spells yet, such as the animal transformation or paralyzing spells.

(The robots are gathering behind Peter, picking up instruments and tuning them, fiddling with amps, and working on equipment.)

Jordan: *eyes widen* Uhhh... :-O

Peter: (Narrows his eyes) I'll take that as a "no." I can't believe you're so behind on your spells! What has Ursula and your mother been teaching you kids? :p

Jordan: *quietly* How to help people, not hurt them.

Peter: We DON'T hurt them. We help them. That's what Master Alex told me. We help lost souls out of their agony.

Jordan: *warily* Okay.

Peter: (Makes a face) Where IS the band? (Sighs) Oh, well. Maybe we can rehearse until the rest of the guys arrive. You'll like them. They're all dedicated Trinity musicians. (Nods) Remember the song I taught you last night, "Gettin' In?" We'll start with that.

Jordan: Okay, Dad.

(The two begin "Gettin' In." The robots eventually join them, giving the song a tinny sound. Alex walks out to the rehearsal area with Daphne on his arm and watches them. He and Daphne clap for them as they finish.)

Peter: Thanks, Alex, but where's the rest of the band? They're never this late! No Trinity artist is allowed to be late for a major event! X( :p

Alex: *eyes narrow, but he has a small smirk* They SHOULD be here by now. X-(

Peter: I can't rehearse with a bunch of tin cans! :p

Alex: *sighs* Why not? That sounded just fine. Why don't you try another song? *slight smirk*

Peter: But this isn't my band! They're just scrap heap leftovers! :p

Alex: What does it matter? Try another song.

Peter: I don't do electronic music. (Takes Jordan's hand) Come on, son. Let's go find my band. :p (He storms off the stage with the boy in hand)

Robot Musician 1: That didn't go well. Didn't you tell him that we were going to be his new back-up group?

Alex: *shakes his head* Musicians. :P *to the robot* No, I didn't. I didn't think it would matter that much. He'll work with you, I'll make him if I have to.

(Cut to backstage on the main stage, where humans and robots bustle. Smaller bands of young people, mostly teenagers, play to the crowds onstage, but the bands backstage are all made up of robots like the one that played backup for Peter.)

Shelly: (Looks around her in surprise) Ok, this is weird. Where's all the human musicians? Except for the garage bands, they're all robots! :o

Mick: *makes a face* I've got a bad feeling about this, Shel. :P

Shelly: Mom, do you know what's going on? I thought humans were supposed to be playing at this thing, not a Radio Shack convention! :p :o

Lauren: *shakes her head* I don't know, but I have the feeling Alex and Shelia had something to do with it. :P

Shelly: Maybe we could ask a robot what's going on.

Mick: Think they might give a legit answer?

Lauren: I don't think it would hurt to try.

Shelly: (Taps on a robot's shoulder) Excuse me, Mr. Threepio, but why are there so many robots here? I thought this was a music concert.

Robot Musician 2: It IS a concert, young lady. We're the bands who are playing tonight. Master Alex said the human bands all dropped out, so we're taking their place. We're going to play the music Master Alex wrote just for this special occasion.

Shelly: What happened to the original bands?

Robot Musician 2: We don't know. We assume they got sick, or were called elsewhere.

Shelly: (Rolls her eyes) Ten major bands and singers do NOT suddenly all get sick at the same time.

Mick: *snorts* Not unless it's the plague. :P /:)

Shelly: Mom, I don't like this. Alex and Shelia must have done something to those bands.

Lauren: I don't like it, either. I'm willing to bet that all of those bands have probably been put into the Network. *makes a face* :P

Shelly: Why replace them with robots?

Lauren: I'm not sure. We can only speculate. I'd take a guess it's because the robots won't go against Shelia and Alex.

Shelly: They'll play the music they want them to play. (She frowns, then her eyes widen) They went against their own people. Mom, there are no human musicians at ALL besides the garage bands that belong to no label. (She indicates the robots singing and tuning instruments backstage) No Trinity artists, either.

Lauren: *sighs* I hope Micky can figure out how to get all those poor people OUT of the Network.

Mick: Because this is getting WAY out of hand. :P

Shelly: We've got to distract them! (Grins) The last garage band should be ending soon. Why don't we have a bit of fun? ;)

Mick: *grins* Yeah! ;)

Shelly: Our other people are around in stagehand costumes. We could get through to them on the communicators and tell them to do a bit of friendly sabotage. ;)

Lauren: Good idea. Let’s do that. ;)

("Midnight" begins as Lauren and the twins split up. We cut to Ursula, who drives cautiously around the grounds, stopping whenever anyone looks curious. The Mustang follows her; he, too, stops whenever anyone looks their way.)

*We cut to Micky and the geek squad in the computer room. One is playing solitaire. Another is sleeping. Another stares blankly at the screen. Micky types feverishly, then stops, pounds his fist on the table, curses, and goes back to typing.*

(Cut back to the stage. The first robot band has taken stage. One robot opens his mouth to sing...and a cow's mooing comes out. Another tries to play a guitar and gets the sound of cars honking. A third slams his guitar onstage, which instead of a crash, makes a sound like a donkey. Cut to the twins leaning over a record player attatched to the robots' amps, giggling. ;) )

*Cut back to the computer room. One of the computers is smoking. One of the geeks uses a fire extinguisher on it. Micky looks up momentarily, shakes his head, and returns to typing. The geek playing solitaire begins a new game.* :P

(Cut back to Ursula, who has turned a corner. She stops suddenly...and the Mustang stops suddenly, running lightly into her. She makes a noise like a razz and takes off, leaving the Mustang making choking noises and covered in bits of grass and dirt clods.)

*Back to the computer room. Micky remains hunched over the keyboard, typing like a madman. The geeks have given up and are now playing Mah Jong on the floor in the middle of the room.*

(The next robot band, an all female one, is attempting to sing onstage. The lead singer begins to dance...but she starts dancing double, then triple, time, and finally dances offstage and falls into the crowd. Mick holds up some crossed wires offstage and grins at a couple of stagehands before a few robot guards chase them backstage. ;) :D)

*The rest of the band is hit with cream pies. Lauren stands off to the side, pie in hand, then lets it fly. One comes from the other side, thrown by Shelly.*

(Back to Ursula. She is now pulls an ice cream cart. Children and their parents follow her, buying ice cream and putting the money in a cup on her side. The Mustang stops along side of her and nudges her, rubbing at her wheels. She takes a large dish of ice cream with her hook, dumps it on the Mustang's roof, and takes off in a cloud of dust and melted ice cream, once again leaving the Mustang choking and fuming.)

*Cut back to the computer room. The geek squad is now napping on the floor, the Mah Jong tiles still spread out. Micky continues to type and sweat. He has sweat dripping off of him. It's so bad that he now has a towel on his head to soak it up.* :P

(Cut back to the stage, where the sun is now setting. A robot group dressed in ripped sweatshirts, jeans with huge holes, and spiky metal Mohawk "hairdos" is playing a noisy, indecipherable song. Suddenly, the amps blare out the theme to "The Smurfs" and two guys in big blue and white Smurf costumes run onstage. They dance a bit before the metal robot musicians chase them off. ;) )

*Cut back to Micky, still typing and sweating. He's now shirtless. He stops a moment and shakes his head. His eyes go crossed, then revert to normal. He starts typing once again. Suddenly, the computer screen says "TILT." Micky slams both fists on the table, on either side of the keyboard.* :P

(Cut back to Ursula. She's still driving around the grounds when she sees Alex and Daphne on the grassy area near the edge of the stage, where Alex is giving directions. She goes after them...and the Mustang goes after HER.)

(Cut back to the stage as the music winds down. The stage is empty; it's at an intermission. The sun is slowly sinking into the sea.)

Shelly: We're going to need more help out here. I'll bet Alex and Shelia are saving the big guns for after dark, when the prime-time televised part begins. :p

Mick: I'd be willing to put money on that. :P

Shelly: We've got to call the others and see how they're fairing and possibly get them out here.

Lauren: Right.

Shelly: Mom, you try to get Daddy. I'll get Uncle Davy, and Mick can get Ursula.

Mick: You got it, Shel!

Lauren: I hope Micky's been able to get somewhere with the Network. :P

Shelly: (Opens her communicator) Uncle Davy? Uncle Davy, are you there?

Davy: (Cut to him, Daphne, and another small group walking around inside the mansion) Yeah, we're 'ere. Ain't any other place we're gonna be. ;)

Shelly: Any luck finding the prisoners?

Davy: No. We 'aven't seen anyone besides robots. They must all be at the concert.

Lauren: *opens her communicator* Mick? How's it going Mick?

Micky: *cut to him slumped in front of the keyboard; groans* The whole thing is completely different! *glances behind him* And my geek squad is snoring behind me. *sighs and pounds his fist again, but accidentally hits the keyboard. There's a ding*

Lauren: What was that?

Micky: *eyes widen* I think I just found a starting point! :D *starts typing again*

Shelly: Daddy, did you imagine a microwave in there? ;)

Micky: Not yet, Shel, but if I do, I'll make some popcorn for ya. ;) :D

Shelly: With extra butter! :D

Mick: *into his communicator* Hey, Urse? What's going on?

Ursula: I've got Alex on the run, but the Mustang is after ME. I wish he'd learn to keep his carborators to himself. :p

Mick: *makes a face* Run him off a cliff or something! Teach him a lesson he'll never forget! ;)

Ursula: I'm afraid there are no cliffs in the immediate victiny. (There's a squeal) Oh, damn, just ran into a citrus juice cart. (Growls) Oooh, I lost him! I can't talk anymore, Mick. Alex vanished with Daphne. I'm going to find him and maybe see if I can shake the Mustang. Keep an eye out for Alex. (Gulps) And I'm worried about my sister, odd as it may seem. Somehow, someone has (quieter) removed her soul. I felt it earlier. Removed her soul and rendered her plastic and stupid. :o :(

Mick: *eyes widen* You're kidding!? :-O

Ursula: No. I felt it several days ago. Someone has tortured and removed my sister's soul.

Mick: *to the others* Did you just hear what Urse said? Shelia's soul was removed! :-O

Ursula: Please tell the others...(another squeal)...ooh, ran into a pastry cart! I've got to pay attention to the road. I'll talk to you later. (Signs off)

Lauren: What? How?

Shelly: Someone took SHELIA'S soul? Why would someone want HER soul? She's the Devil, for crying out loud! :o :p

Lauren: Unless a certain someone put HER in the Network... :-O

Mick: No way! You think Alex actually did that?

Lauren: He very well could've.

Shelly: But Shelia CREATED Alex! Why would he do that to HER?

Lauren: He wants to be in control. He's been second in command all this time. He probably couldn't stand not being in the spotlight. :P

Shelly: Shelia never cared about the robots or the drugs, or even really The Network. All she wants is her music and to collect souls.

Mick: And that wasn't enough for Alex. Wow...

Shelly: We've got to find Alex! He's gone nutsoid!

Mick: Totally! :P

Shelly: (Nods at the stage) We've got to hurry! The Intermission will end soon, and Alex could be anywhere! :o

(The three head for the darkened backstage, and as they step into the dark, we fade out on the trio and fade in on the hallway, where Peter is dragging Jordan down the hall.)

Peter: DAMN Alex! The New Commodore Project hasn't shown up yet! X(

*Jordan whimpers.*

Peter: Oh, stop it. You're whining like a five-year-old. Your mother's been too soft on you.

*Jordan frowns.* :(

Peter: (Gently takes his son by the shoulders) Jordan, please, don't give me that look. I must find Master and my band. My music means everything to me. I can't play music with that overgrown junk pile Master sent out there.

Jordan: *quietly* So play your music for us! :)

Peter: (Frowns, confused) What do you mean?

Jordan: You just said that your music means everything to you. We're your family. We'll let you play your music. We'll even help you and play music with you!

Peter: But my band...Master...

Jordan: They won't give you freedom to play whatever you want. You've already seen that in your band not showing up. We'd never do that!

Peter: I play...(realizes; quietly)...what Master and Milady tell me to play. This morning was the first time I've played "Gettin' In" in almost six years, since I left the Monkees. (Softly; to Jordan) Will you play with me?

Jordan: *smiles* Yes, I will...Dad. :)

Peter: (Smiles one of his big, gentle dimpled smiles; his eyes are somewhat less clouded) Thank you, son. (He gives Jordan a big, gentle hug :) )

Jordan: *sniffs, returns the hug* Thank you, Dad. :)

Peter: Let's get back to the stage. I'm scheduled to play soon. (Grins) Tell me all about Katie and the band you two have started. :D

Jordan: *nods, smiles* Sure! :D

(Fade out as the two walk down the hallway, Peter's arm gently around his son's shoulders; fade in on Valerie, Davy, Daphne, and a group of people walking down the hallway. All are armed with laser guns. Daphne carries her spear, Valerie has her short sword, and Davy has his rapier.)

Davy: (Makes a face) I wish we'd taken the onstage job and let Lauren and the kids rescue the othahs. I 'aven't seen anyone but robots, and we've checked every room in this 'all. :p

Daphne: *nods* At least, if we do come across any humans, we'll know to rescue them. That and we get to carry these laser guns. ;)

Davy: (He makes a face at the gun) These things make me uneasy. What if we shoot a 'ole through somethin' or accidentally melt our feet? :p

Valerie: Don't point it at your feet, and you won't have to worry. :P ;)

Davy: (Nods at another room) Why don't we try this one?

Daphne: Why not?

(He breaks the eletronic lock on the door with the handle of his sword again and cautiously enters. It's a large lab, and it's filled with lines and lines of men and women bound and gagged with silk scarves. Most are still dressed, but some are being stripped by the robots. Others are having their heads shaved or being wrapped with cloth.)

Davy: (Eyes widen; roars) WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE? :o :p X(

Daphne: Oh my God! :-O

Rebel 1: What the heck is this, a lunatic’s barber shop?

Rebel 2: Nasty way to make a porn video, man. :p ;)

Valerie: Something like that. :P

Robot 1: (Looks up from starting to remove the jacket of one of the female prisoners) Who are you people? Do you have authorization?

Daphne: Who's up for taking down some robots? :D ;)

(Lots of "Me!"s and raised, waving hands. ;) :D)

Davy: Authorize THIS, you asshole! (Davy swishes his blade across the chest of the robot; when he moves, the robot now has a D slashed across his front)

Davy: (To the camera with a grin) I've always wanted to do that. ;) :D

Daphne: Take this! *throws her spear; it goes through three robots, which resemble a barbacue spit* Groovy! :D

Rebel 3: (Shoots a robot, then looks at Daphne strangely) "Groovy?" Did you just walk out of the wrong decade or something? :p

Daphne: *makes her spear return to her hand* So what if I did? :P ;)

("Oh What a Night" begins as laser blasts richochet around the room.)

Davy: Valerie, take some of the rebels and free the prisoners! The rest of us will handle the robots!

Valerie: Ahead of you, Davy! *directs some of the rebels in untying people*

Daphne: *twirls her spear* Who's next? ;) :D

(Four robots run up to Daphne at once, one brandishing an electric razor.)

Daphne: Oooooh, I'm shaking! :P

Davy: (Sees another with a razor) This is going to be fun. ;) (He concentrates. The razor turns, seemingly on it's own accord, and attacks the robots. It chases them right out of the room. ;) )

*Daphne starts to twirl her spear faster, until it can't be made out any longer. She knocks down all four robots in one motion. She stops the twirling and leans on the spear, smirking.*

(Two robots are looking around for the rebels...when two rebels fall on them from above and knock them down. ;) )

(Two robots run at Davy at once. He ducks them, and they run into each other, denting their heads and falling over. ;) )

*Freed prisoners help beat on the robots.* ;)

Davy: (As he's being pinned to the wall by robots) Um, guys, you know, this isn't very neighborly. Why don't I make a spot of tea and you boys have a spot of oil and we just have a nice little talk? :o

*Daphne uses her spear to trip up some of the robots going after Davy.*

(A black arrow flies into one robot, immediately shorting it out as smoke appears. A green arrow hits one robot in the shoulder, taking him out but not causing the damage the other one did)

Davy: (As the music ends) Oh, thank GOD. (He goes to Daphne's arms, then looks up...to see Peter and Jordan in the door, standing in identical poses. Peter has a mechanical bow and his arrows are black, but the two otherwise look very much alike, from the expression on their faces to their slight slouch.)

Valerie: (Her eyes widen) Peter! Jordan! :o

Peter: (To Jordan) We have to work on your aim, son. (Looks up and grins) Valerie...my Val...is that really you? :D :X

*Jordan just grins.* ;)

Peter: Val, I've missed you. (He starts towards her, followed by Jordan, making his way around the piles of ruined robots on the floor.)

*Suddenly, there's a black light in the middle of the room. It clears, and Alex stands with his arms crossed.* X-(

Peter: Master! :o

Alex: Peter... X-(

Valerie: No! Let him go, Alex!

Alex: No way! :P

Peter: Master, (looks at the musicians and rebels staring at Alex with hatred in their eyes) what's going on? Why are all the bands here instead of onstage? Where's The New Commodore Project? Why won't you allow me to play my own music? I've always played the music you give me. And why can't I play with my friends and family?

Alex: *sneers* They're human. They question what I do. *eyes narrow* You play whatever I tell you to! You DON'T question it. X-(

Peter: But I'm a human, not a machine! (Valerie runs to him, taking him in her arms) I love my music, and my family...and I hate what I do here.

Valerie: Alex, what have you done to these people, and what did you do to my husband? X(

Alex: *to Peter* YOU DO WHAT I SAY! X-(

Peter: (Looks at Valerie, then at Jordan, then at the rebels and musicians) I...I... (his gaze turns to the pile of robot remains on the floor; quietly) Alex, I'm not a robot.

Valerie: He's not some piece of metal that exists for you to give him orders, Alex! He's a living, breathing human being, and one of the finest musicians I've ever known!

Trinity Musician 1: He plays more instruments than a one-man band! :o

Alex: I don't care WHAT he is, other than he WAS mine! X-(

Valerie: He's his own man! He doesn't belong to anyone! X(

Peter: (Steps up to Alex; he's shaking, but determined) Alex, I want to play my own music, and I want to play with my friends and my son. My son made me understand this. I want to go back to my wife and my children. I miss teaching. I miss helping young souls instead of hurting them. I never wanted to be a rock star. All I've ever wanted is my music.

Alex: I let you play music. X-(

Peter: It's not my music, or the music I want to play. I can't feel it. There's no passion in it, no soul. I want to FEEL again, Alex.

Valerie: (Goes to him and takes his arms) I'll help you. I love you, Peter. I want you to come home.

Peter: Valerie...

Alex: NO! :P X-(

Jordan: Dad, please come home with us! :)

(Valerie kisses Peter as deeply as she can. When he pulls away, his eyes are clear, and they're BOTH red...but smiling. ;) :D)

Peter: (Puts his arms around his wife and son) Son, I'm going to come home. :D

Alex: Nooo! X-( :P

Peter: Valerie, I love you. I've always loved you. You and the boys are all I've been able to think about, no matter where in the world I was.

Valerie: Do you really mean it, honey? All the women you met on tour... ;)

Peter: Just wanted me because I was a rock star. They didn't care about who I was inside.

*Alex is fuming so much, he practically has smoke coming out his ears and nose!* :P X-( ;)

Davy: 'Ey, someone douse the Dolenz fiah, quick! ;)

Daphne: Gladly! *blue lights herself a garden hose* Why don'tcha take a cold shower, Alex? *hits Alex squarely with water from the hose*

(Everyone in the room doubles over laughing...even Peter, Valerie, and Jordan. ;) :)) )

Alex: Ahhh! :P *a black light begins to appear around him*

Davy: 'Ey, come back 'ere! We ain't through wit' you yet! :p

*Alex hits the floor, looking like a fish out of water, before the black light finally dissipates and he's gone.*

Daphne: *stops the hose* Aw, no fair! I wasn't done! :P ;)

Peter: (Sees the people in various states of undress) We've got to get you people back into your clothes and find out what's going on.

Musician 1: We don't know! All we know is instead of being brought to the stage when we arrived, we were dragged in here with robot hands all over our bodies, takin' off our clothes and shavin' down our hair.

Valerie: But why put all of you in here? If you're in here...

Peter: Who's playing the concert?

Davy: (Looks at Daphne) You don't think, luv...'e wouldn't...

Daphne: *shrugs* Maybe he would.

Peter: He wouldn't what?

Davy: We've got to go find Micky. He'll be able to figure this out. He probably built the originals in the first place.

Peter: Figure WHAT out?

Daphne: Long story. :P

Davy: (Looks at Peter as he heads for the door) Robots, Petah. (he walks out, followed by the others)