Ok, Dave, Daphne, you guys ready to save poor Micky and find out what's going on in the future? ;)

Davy: Don't worry, Micky, we're comin'!

Daphne: Yeah, we're on our way!

Micky: Good! :-O

(As Peter jerks Micky out of his seat, we cut to the 1971 Davy and Daphne walking down the hallway. Davy is playing with a cube-shaped object with colorful "tiles," twisting it and turning it this way and that...and getting very frustrated. ;) :p)

Davy: God-darn thing. Little Mick musta done somethin' to this puzzle, 'cause I ain't gettin' anywhere on it. :p

Daphne: *shakes her head* Davy, do you HAVE to play with that now? :P

Davy: Relaxes me mind, luv. (Looks around) And it certainly needs relaxin'. I wish we'd gone wit' the othahs, instead of agreein' to go lookin' for Micky. (Grins) I could sure use some dinnah with a pretty lady. ;)

Daphne: *nods* I would've loved dinner with a handsome man, but we're talking about Micky here. ;)

Davy: Yeah. There wouldn't be anythin' left, anyway. ;) :D

*Daphne chuckles.* ;)

(That's when a familiar scream rips through the air.)

Daphne: Uh oh.

Davy: (Eyes widen) Daphne, that's Mick! I think 'e's in real trouble! Come on! (He makes the cube disappear in a dark blue light, draws his sword from its scabbard, and dashes down the hall)

Daphne: *follows Davy* I'm right behind you!

(Davy runs to a room with a huge, dark door. He starts pushing at the door before Daphne indicates a small box with a lot of buttons.)

Daphne: Wanna try this before you throw out your shoulder? ;)

Davy: Oh. (Starts pressing buttons randomly) What IS this thing?

Daphne: *shrugs* Looks like what they're using instead of keys.

Davy: I'll take a key any day. :p (Makes a face, then uses the other end of his sword to smash it; there's a clicking sound) Much easiah. ;) (Opens the door and gestures inside) Aftah you, my darling? ;)

Daphne: *grins* Why, thank you, sir. ;)

(They step in just as Peter is shoving Micky towards the closet, where the two women struggle. Daphne still sits in the chair, running her fingers over the computer console with a silly smile.)

Davy: (Roars) PETAH TORK, PUT ME BEST FRIEND DOWN THIS INSTANT! X(

Micky: *fights against Peter* Yeah, listen to him! :P

(Davy charges at Peter and jumps on him, knocking him to the ground, as "Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere" begins.)

Peter: (He stops fighting the moment he sees Davy) D...Davy? But...it can't be...you're in "The Network!"

Davy: One of me is.

Micky: *whew* Let’s get outta here! :P

Alex: Not so fast! :P X-(

Peter: (Pulls away from Davy) What's going on? How...

Davy: Petah, what 'ave they done to you?

Micky: He's been corrupted. :P

Peter: (Pins Davy to the ground) Made me stronger, Davy...or whoever you are. Made me smarter, and a star on my own. I'm not some weak, dependant, innocent dummy anymore.

Davy: Petah, you nevah were!

Micky: *moves to pull Peter off Davy* That's right, Pete! :P

Peter: (Narrows his eyes) You...you who gets all the girls! What do you know what it's like to be me?

*Alex grabs Micky from behind and pulls him away.*

Davy: (Quieter) You who got married first. :p

Peter: Married...

Davy: (As Peter rolls off of him, holding his head) Daph, get the woman at the computahs and those girls! They must be victims of Shelia's and Alex's. :p

(Peter just sits on his knees and groans, his head in his hand.)

Davy: (Turns to Alex, his sword drawn and his eyes blazing) Now, didn't I say to leave me best friend alone?

Micky: *stomps on Alex's foot--he jumps away howling, holding his foot* I got it, Dave! :D ;)

Davy: Good. I'll get HIM. You help Daph with the othahs.

Daphne: Simpler is always better. ;)

Micky: Right!

Peter: (Looks up, his eyes somewhat clearer) D..davy? Mick? Master, what's going on? :o

(Davy blocks Alex as Micky goes to Daphne to help the other Daphne.)

Davy: What do you think you're doin', Alex?

Alex: Adding more disagreeable souls to "The Network."

Davy: You ain't doin' nothin' of the sort! I don't know 'ow those ladies got there, but I suspect it wasn't because they felt like runnin' around mostly naked and tied up wit' their 'eads shaved. :p

Alex: *folds his arms; smirks* Gee, you figured all that out on your own. ;) :P

Davy: Alex, let them go.

(Daphne and Micky are trying to revive the other Daph, while Peter continues to moan on the floor.)

Alex: Now, why would I let them go, after going through all that work to GET them? :P

Davy: Alex, I'm warnin' ya. Let them, Micky, Petah, and the woman go. We've got othahs 'ere with us who will MAKE you.

Alex: *makes a face* I've already SEEN what they can do. :P

Davy: And you know wot I can do, soooo...(indicates the door) you can leave, or I can kill you.

Alex: Or I could get some of my robots in here to throw ALL of you into "The Network!" :P

Davy: Try it, William Shatnah. :p ;)

Alex: *grins* I think I will! *smacks a button on the wall; within seconds, several robots enter the room.*

Peter: (Frowns) Uh-oh. He brought in the BIG guys. :o

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Oh, please. :P

Davy: Well, well, this will be fun. ;) (Slashes at one robot's middle, which falls down over his knees. The other robots titter as he slinks away. ;) )

(Davy slashes another robot...which bends over and starts reciting poetry. ;) )

Micky: Uh, Dave? ;)

Davy: What, Mick?

Micky: I know an easier way to get rid of them. ;)

Davy: Why? I'm 'avin' fun! ;)

Alex: *eyes narrow* What...

Micky: *folds his arms* Leave some of these robots to keep Alex occupied enough for us to get outta here! ;)

Davy: Not a bad idea, Mick, but 'ow do we do that?

Daphne: They're after US! :p

Peter: Micky, what do you mean?

Micky: Simple. *goes over to a keyboard and hits a couple quick keystrokes; straightens* There. ;)

*All of the remaining robots stop going after them and instead turn their sights on Alex.* ;)

Alex: Oh, shit. :P

Micky: See? :D

Davy: Now I remembah why we're friends. ;) :D

Daphne: Nice job, Mick! ;) :D

Peter: M...Master? (Stands shakily, torn between Micky, Davy, and Daphne and Alex)

Micky: Come on, let’s get outta here! :D

Davy: Right. Come on, Petah.

Peter: Davy...or whoever you are...I...

Micky: Peter, come with us! We're your friends! We can take you to Valerie! ;)

Alex: No! *still getting backed up by the robots*

Peter: Valerie?

(But there's the sound of more robot feet as Alex is backed futher into the wall.)

Daphne: We'll have to come back for him. (Goes to the other Daphne) Help me with her. She's useless!

(The older Daphne is rubbery-legged and wobbly as Daphne and Micky help her to her feet.)

Micky: *sighs* Alex sure knows how to make things hard on us. :P

Davy: (Looks at Peter) The next time we come back, Petah, we'll bring you Valerie. Don't worry!

Peter: (Nods, his smile looking more like his old one) Yes, please bring her, and tell her I miss her more than anything! :X

Micky: *grins* We will, Peter. We promise!

Alex: *sneaks away from the robots* Oh ladies... ;)

Daphne: Don't even THINK about it. I don't care what age you are. You're STILL a creep, and I'm not falling for your lines again. :p

(The other Daphne just looks up, smiles at Alex and Davy, and passes out.)

Davy: (Goes to catch her) Whoa, luv! Easy there, girl!

Alex: Why don't I just take her off your hands? *grins--a black light surrounds him and older Daphne. They disappear*

Davy: DAMN HIM!

Peter: M...master?

Micky: Dammit! X-(

Daphne: Let's get out of here! Peter, we'll bring Val to you.

Peter: (Gentle smile) Cross your heart? :)

Davy: Yes, Petah. We're not like Alex. We wouldn't lie to you.

Micky: Yes, cross our hearts, Peter! :)

Davy: Come on, guys. Let's go. (There's a dark blue light, and Micky, Daphne, and Davy fade out. Alex returns shortly after the blue light fades. Peter sits at a computer, his head on his hands, as the robot guards turn to Alex.)

Guard 1: Sir, they're gone!

Alex: *annoyed* I KNOW that! :P X-(

Guard 1: You want us to search the area?

Alex: Yes. Find them, bring them back, and put them in "The Network!" X-( :P

Guard 1: Yes, sir. Right away, sir. (The robots walk off. Alex sits at the computer terminals next to Peter. The women remain in the closet, whimpering and whining fearfully.)

Peter: Master...why can't I see my wife and sons? I miss them more than words can say. :(

Alex: Could they do what I did for you? I don't think so. You've been quite happy here. *sneers* Until they appeared and messed up everything. :P

Peter: (Shakes his head) I don't like what we're doing. I'm starting to wonder if it's right. (Nods at the two women) Do they really deserve that?

Alex: They will be much better off than they were, and what we're doing IS right! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

Peter: (Whimpers) It HURTS people! :(

Alex: *narrows his eyes* No, it doesn't.

Peter: (In a small voice; nods at the women) Why don't you read their souls before you put them in? You'll see how they feel.

Alex: I don't need... *pauses; slight smirk* Actually, that isn't such a bad idea, Peter. ;) >:)

*Alex saunters his way over to the women, kneels by one, and places his hand just above her heart.*

ALex: Let’s see. (Smirks) Well, well, well, it seems this one, at least, knows of bit of information. She knows where another First National Radio studio is. *grins* Excellent. That will be VERY useful.

Peter: Will there be a raid?

Alex: Of course there will be...now. ;) >:) *pauses; frowns* Unfortunately, she doesn't know who that "Rio" person is. :P

Peter: M...Master...there's something strange about "Rio." I got close to him tonight. I saw his aura. It's very familiar, but the cloak muffled it.

Alex: Familiar, you say? Interesting. Perhaps the next time we’re "graced" with "Rio"'s appearance, we could see what else you can get off his aura. ;)

Peter: (Nods) I wish my head wasn't so murky. I've seen his aura before. It was someone close to me...

Alex: Never mind that now, Peter. For now, why don't you help me put the ladies in "The Network?" ;) >:)

Peter: Tell me it won't hurt them. :(

(The women let out horrified squeals and wails.)

Alex: It won't hurt them. ;) >:)

Peter: Do you want to start draining them, Master?

(The women shriek at the top of their lungs, shaking their heads and struggling.)

Alex: *nods* Yes. >:)

(Peter nods at Alex and starts typing on the console.)

Peter: By the way, Master, what did you do with the Huntress?

Alex: *moves next to the console* I put her back in her room. She’ll be nice and safe there. ;)

Peter: What do you intend to do with her, anyway?

Alex: Oh, I've always wanted something pretty on my arm. ;) >:)

Peter: So, she's a slave?

Alex: *evil smirk* Yes. She will be much happier that way. ;)

Peter: (Nods; then turns to Alex) Master, I'm done. It's your turn. You may drain their energy and store them now.

(The women scream at the top of their lungs and squirm as hard as they can.)

Alex: *nods* Excellent. *takes up a seat at the console and taps some keys*

*The entire machine begins to glow dark blue. The lights in the room go out, while the machine stays lit. The machine hums and eventually drowns out the screams. As the hum fades, there are no more screams. The glow dissipates quickly, leaving the room in total blackness momentarily before the lights come back on. There's a ding.* ;)

Alex: *smirks* They are in "The Network." ;) >:)

Peter: And their souls have been removed?

Alex: Yes. >:)

Peter: What of the Lord of the Manor? Do you know how to get into that "safe haven" and remove his soul?

Alex: *frowns* Unfortuantely, I hadn't even HEARD of such a thing, *smirks* but I can try.

*Alex taps a few keys, then pauses, looking at the results. He shakes his head, then taps some keys again.*

Alex: *pounds a fist on the table holding the console* Dammit, where the hell IS this "safe haven?" I can't even FIND it on the computer. :P

Peter: Micky made it. It's probably well-hidden. :p

Alex: *slams his fist harder* Damn him! X-(

Peter: What do we do now, Master?

Alex: *turns a glare on Peter, then smiles* Peter, could I have a few...words...with you? ;) >:) :P

Peter: (Gulps and pulls back) This won't hurt, will it? :(

Alex: *still smiling* Not at all, Peter, not at all. *stands and escorts Peter out of the room* ;) :P

(Cut to Lauren and Micky's house. Emma, Lauren, Katie, and the Dolenz twins are sitting in the living room, chatting. Jordan and Austin are leaned over a computer, playing a game.)

*Suddenly, there's a dark blue light from the foyer, but, naturally, doesn't get anyone's attention. The younger Davy and Daphne appear in the doorway. Davy turns back into the foyer. Muffled voices are heard, which finally gets everyone's attention.* ;)

Emma: (Frowns) Hey, what's that?

Katie: (Blue light; a staff appears) It had BETTER not be those jerks! :p

Jordan: Katie, I don't think they'd come here this late at night.

Lauren: Daph? What's going on?

Davy: (Grins) Hey, guys. We brought a little surprise for ya. ;)

Micky: *loud enough to hear* Who're you calling "little," short stuff? :P ;)

Davy: (Ignores Micky’s comment) And a noisy one. Lauren, we found him. :D

Lauren: *eyes widen* Mick?

Micky: *appears in the doorway...finally* Well, it ain't the tooth fairy. *grins* ;)

Daphne: And brought him home in more-or-less one piece, imagine that? ;)

Micky: *grins at the two younger counterparts* Very funny. :P ;)

Katie: (Frowns, eyes wide) Uncle Micky?

Micky: *nods* That's me. :)

Jordan: Mom told us they took control of you! :o

Austin: Are you ok?

Katie: Do you still give noogies? ;)

Micky: Yeah, I'm fine. *to Katie* Would you like an example? ;)

Katie: Um...

Shelly: Say no, Kate. ;)

Katie: No, Kate. ;)

Emma: Mick...how... :o

Shelly: Daddy! *also goes over to hug him; Lauren moves a little, but doesn't let go* ;)

Austin: How did you get out?

Mick: *gets up, but just gives Micky a grin* Welcome home, Dad. :)

(The other kids all surround Micky, asking questions.)

Micky: *chuckles at Lauren and Shelly still hanging onto him* Alright, alright, if I can detach these human magnets, I'll try to explain. ;)

Katie: Did you see when Rio appeared? He blared Monkees music that took out the guests! :D

Micky: *puts his hands up* Geez, kiddos, one at a time! :D ;)

Davy: Hey, kids, give Uncle Micky breathin' room! ;)

Emma: Kids, settle down. Let Uncle Micky tell us his story, and then we'll tell him ours. :)

Davy: You sure that's a good idea? We could be 'ere all night. ;)

Micky: *glares at Davy* I'm still getting shots from the Young One here. ;) :P

Emma: Micky, just tell us before we all die from suspense. ;)

Micky: Alright, alright! Yeesh. (Thoughtful) Let’s see. I was on my way to help out some buddies with a job they had. The fools thought they could handle it themselves, but they realized they needed me.

Lauren: Mick, downgrade the ego, please. ;)

Davy: 'E's still got an ego that could swallow whole continents? ;)

Daphne: (Smacks Davy) You're one to talk! :p ;)

Austin: And we thought OUR Uncle Davy was bad! ;)

Katie: They were ALWAYS teasing each other, like brothers. :)

Micky: *ignores Davy's comment* Anyway, I stopped off for a snack before going to the site, and I ran into Alex. Or rather, he ran into me. Literally. :P

(We see a "thought balloon" over the kids' heads of an animated Micky running into Alex, complete with sound effects, a "Bam!", and both of them grumbling and rubbing heads with huge lumps on them. ;) )

Micky: We do the struggle thing and start drawing attention, so he black lights us to some field where he calls on this army of robots...

Jordan: (Eyes widen) Wow... :o

Lauren: Sci-Fi territory, anyone? :P

Austin: Did you meet Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker, too? ;)

Davy: Who?

Micky: No, unfortuantely, they had the day off. ;) :P

Emma: (Grins) We'll have to show you guys those movies. REALLY good sci-fi flicks. ;)

Katie: Mom and I are crazy about them. ;)

Micky: *rolls his eyes* ANYway, he catches me, does the muddle thing...and it's very hazy here. I know he did something after muddling me, but I don't know what. I was initially a slave. *pauses* Until "The Network" came into play, and I became a soul collector. *bows his head a little* :P

Katie: (Frowns) Oh god, Uncle Micky... :o

Jordan: (Eyes tear) You poor man! :((

(Katie goes to Jordan and puts her arms around him.)

Emma: Jordan, it's ok. Uncle Micky is safe with us now.

(Austin joins Katie by Jordan's side. :( )

Lauren: *side hugs Micky* Mick...

Micky: *shakes his head; quietly* It gets worse before it gets better. *sighs* Alex didn't create "The Network," like he says he did. *barely a whisper* I did. :(

(Everyone looks up at once.)

Jordan: Uncle Micky, no! :(

Davy: (Puts his hand on Micky's shoulder) Mick...

Micky: I was under his control until it was almost completely built. *runs a hand through his hair* I let him take control of it, but I kept it maintenanced. I was also the one who put all of those poor people IN the damn thing! :( X-(

(Davy says nothing, but squeezes Micky's shoulder. :( )

Micky: At that point, I didn't want either of them to know that I wasn't under their control anymore, so I played the double agent gig... *gives Lauren a sad look* which Lauren and Davy knew about.

Jordan: (Wet, large eyes turn to Lauren) Aunt Lauren, you...knew? :o

Emma: (Frowns) Lauren...

Lauren: *nods* Yeah, I knew. *shakes her head* Mick was giving information to Davy and me about what Shelia and Alex were up to. We didn't want to put Micky in more jeopardy than he was already in by letting anyone else know. We didn't think he'd be stuck in that position for so long.

Emma: That's how you, Davy, and Daphne were always coming up with the info on Shelia's latest activities. You told me you planted someone on the inside, but you never said WHO.

Lauren: We figured it was the best way to explain what had happened at the time.

Katie: Wow! :o

Jordan: (Still sniffling, he stands, goes to Micky, and puts his hand on his shoulder; shaky) Uncle Micky, you're still upset that you did all those things...but you're happy that you're home now, relieved that the double agent job is over, and (frowns) worried for the people Shelia and Alex still have.

(Davy's eyes widen at Jordan's revelations. :o )

Micky: *smiles at him* You hit the nail right between the eyes.

Daphne: Jordan, you...

Katie: Inherited Uncle Peter's emotion powers.

Jordan: Uncle Micky... (the fifteen-year-old throws his thin arms around Micky, hugging him as hard as he can)

Austin: (Does the same) We're just glad you're home now!

Micky: *gets his arms around as many of them as he can* I am, too! :)

Mick: *nods* This would make a great sci-fi movie story plot! :D ;)

Shelly: Mick! :P ;)

Katie: (Laughs) George Lucas ought to hire you. ;)

*Micky laughs.* ;)

Lauren: Just don't forget to get your father's permission to USE the story, first. ;)

(Everyone laughs now. :) )

Mick: Can I have permission, Dad? Can I? ;) :D

Micky: Only if we co-write it, boy. ;)

*Mick whoops with joy.* :D

Davy: Ok, gang, now it's your turn. What's this about meetin' "Rio?"

Daphne: Is he dishy? :X

(Davy elbows her. :p)

Katie: (Shrugs) Your guess is as good as mine. He wore this really heavy cloak. :p

Emma: "Rio's" people must have been the ones who were in the robot costumes. That wasn’t our idea. We were just stagehands and on the celing beams. I'll bet they drugged the wine, too.

Davy: That must 'ave been why the othah Daphne was actin' peculiar. :p

Daphne: Poor fool drank the drugged wine.

Micky: *eyebrows raise* They drugged the wine? *snickers* ;)

Lauren: What's so funny, Mick?

Emma: Mick, I'm assuming you didn't drink it, since you're as lucid as you'll ever get. ;)

Micky: I was briefly at the dinner, at one of the back tables. I had a glass of the wine, but when I picked it up, I had a sense of deja vu and tossed it over my shoulder. *grins* Thanks, Em. ;)

Emma: Anytime. ;)

Katie: (Eyes widen) We saw Tork and the New Commodore Project there, too! He looked like...

(Emma nudges Katie; she makes a face, but says nothing)

*Micky nods subtly.* :P

Jordan: Who did he look like? I've never seen them. They only run videos on the Trinity networks, and they tour a LOT.

Emma: Someone we knew once, Jordan. That's all.

Davy: Micky, do you know who those two women were who were in that strange closet-like thing?

Micky: *thinks* I remember Alex mentioning something about raiding one of First National's studios. (Eyes widen) You don't think? :P

Emma: (Nods) Must have been some of their people.

Davy: We should 'ave taken those poor girls wit' us. You should 'ave seen what they did to them. They were bound, gagged, their 'eads were shaved, and they were screamin' at the top of their lungs. :p

Daphne: Did we mention they were mostly naked and he was drooling? :p

Davy: I was not!

Micky: Sure, Dave. :P

Jordan: (Whimpers) What happened to those girls?

Davy: We don't know. They were still in the closet-thing when we left.

Micky: They're more than likely in "The Network." That's what that closet thing is. :P

(Katie growls. Jordan whimpers. :( X( )

Micky: Alex wanted me to put them in, but I refused. I figure he's done it himself by now.

Emma: (Makes a face) I wish there was a way we could find First National's headquarters and help them out.

Katie: (Grins) Mom, Dad! You're going to see Dad about the divorce arrangements in the morning, and he's got connections. Maybe he'd know about First National! :D

Emma: (Shakes her head) Honey, your father wouldn't know the first thing about something like First National. Magnetic South is entirely different. They're mainstream and big-time. First National is small, portable, and underground.

Katie: What difference does it make? Dad knows EVERYONE in the music and video industry!

Davy: I don't see 'ow talkin' to Mike about all this could 'urt. 'E might 'ave some ideas.

Micky: He's ALWAYS got ideas.

Emma: Yeah, about how to make more money and get more musicians to sign with Magnetic South.

Katie: Mama!

Daphne: Em, how did you and Mike...you know...fall out?

Emma: (Sighs) It was around the time Peter...died. Peter wanted to leave the band. He didn't think his voice was being heard enough, or his music. He wanted to form his own band. Mike wanted him to stay, but didn't know how to tell him. Peter's not a huge fan of country-rock, and Mike was trying to lean the Monkees in that direction. (Makes a face) They screamed at each other, in front of me and the children. They fought. Peter won, but he was so horrified with what he did to Mike, he fled. We later found out from Valerie that Shelia lured him to her mansion and killed him.

Davy: (Makes a face) I always knew Mike's stubbornness would cause serious damage someday.

Emma: He was never the same after we got word of Peter's death.

Katie: Mom, I don't think so! Daddy's always been good to me, Jamie, and Little Robbie!

Emma: (Frowns) Katie, you're just another part of his empire. He's never there for you. He was never there for me after Peter died. He closed himself off at the Magnetic South offices and the Bar N Ranch, hiding and immersing himself in his work. Did he ever come to your school plays, or Robbie's band concerts, or Jamie's poetry readings? Did he? Who does all that?

Katie: Maaaammmaaa....

Emma: Katie, don't start. All he cares about is his work.

Davy: (Whispers to Lauren) Are Katie and Emma always like this? Even in 1971, there's friction between those two...usually over Mike.

Lauren: *nods; whispers* Yeah. This is pretty standard.

Emma: (Looks up) I've got to take Jordan and Austin home. Their mother will be worried sick about them. (Sighs) I'll call Mike when we get home and see if he knows anything about First National. Maybe I could talk him into giving all of the kids, including the little guys, a tour of Magnetic South studios as a cover.

Katie: (Grins) Come on, Jordan! If we get home now, maybe we'll be in time for "Moonlighting!" :D

Jordan: I think that show is stupid. If Maddie and David like each other, why do they fight so much? :p

Katie: Because they like each other, silly! ;)

Emma: Come on, kids. Your mom will be worried to death if I don't get you home soon. (Over her shoulder as she ushers the kids out) I'll call you in the morning if I can get the tour, Lauren.

Lauren: Okay, Em.

Austin: See you later! I'm glad you're not corrupted, Uncle Micky!

Jordan: And don't feel so bad. You got out. That's all that counts.

Micky: *chuckles* Thanks, guys.

Austin: You're welcome!

Jordan: (Nods) Yeah.

(The group heads out. Davy and Daphne plop on the couch.)

Davy: What about us? Where do we live?

Micky: Weeeell, since you two pretty much saved my hide earlier, why don't you stay here for the night? *puts his arms out* We got plenty of room!

Davy: No problem. We don't know where else to go, anyhow.

Daphne: Just like old times. ;)

Davy: 'Ey, kids, do you still share a room?

Shelly and Micky: *glance at each other; both makes faces* No!

Micky: That changed REALLY fast.

Daphne: I would have died if I had to share a room with my brothers!

Davy: Me sistahs weren't exactly eagah to share livin' quartahs, eithah.

Shelly: *Makes a face* Mick's too messy.

Mick: *rolls his eyes* Oh, come on, Shel, you're room ain't exactly that neat.

Shelly: At least you can see the floor in my room!

Davy: Somethin' ELSE ain't changed. ;)

Daphne: So, where do you want us to crash? Is the bath tub still open? ;)

Micky: Only if you really wanna.

Davy: 'Ey, Lauren, does Micky still snore? ;)

Lauren: Do fish swim?

Micky: I never hear the end of this. :p

Davy: And you nevah will, I fancy.

Micky: Yeah, yeah...

Davy: 'Ey, Mick...how did Mike and I have a falling out? They say I ain't speakin' to 'im...

Micky: You have to ask, Dave? First of all, you're both pretty stubborn. I've lost count how many times I'VE been the mediator in your debacles. *shrugs* The farther Mike withdrew from the group, the more you didn't like it. It doesn’t help that Mike wants nothing to do with the group itself now. Last time I saw him, he at least spoke to me, just not about anything related to the group, which doesn't leave much to talk about. *smirks* Yes, even for me.

Davy: Why wouldn't he want to join the Monkees? The band is our Mike's LIFE!

Micky: Well, Mike started leaning even more in his own direction, pretty telling the rest of us that we HAD to conform to the changes. He just wanted total control, and none of us were willing to give it to him. It hurt Peter. You got pissed off at him. I blew up at him a couple times. *pauses* I may still have one of those scars...

Davy: (Sighs) Mike DOES get like that, the whole "control freak" thing...

Micky: But he went overboard with it. The rest of us couldn't stand it anymore.

Davy: (Frowns) And you broke up.

Micky: Yeah. *sighs*

Davy: (Sighs) What are we going to do now, Mick? How can we get Mike to listen...especially if he thinks we're still mad at him and you're under Shelia and Alex's control?

Micky: *shrugs* I don't know, man. I think, right now, proving to him that we aren't really still mad at him would be easier than me not being in Shelia and Alex's control anymore. As it was, I was usually around. Heard, but not seen, you know?

Davy: I 'ave a pretty good idea. :p

Micky: Yeah, I figured you would.

Daphne: (She and Shelly turn to Davy and Micky) We've discussed it. I'm going to sleep in Leah's bed tonight. Davy will sleep in Little Mick's room on his floor...providing he can FIND it.

Davy: Luv, why don't we just settle on the couch? We're married wit' four children 'ere.

*Micky snorts.*

Daphne: (Pats his cheek) But not in OUR time, dear.

Davy: Awwwww!

Daphne: Save that thought for our wedding day, but for now, keep it to yourself. There are children around.

Mick: Hey, we're not THAT young!

Davy: Luv, this isn't anythin' they ain't 'eard their parents discussin' on a regular basis.

Shelly: *smirks* We've pretty much got the ear plug market cornered.

Lauren: *groans* Shelly!

(Davy and Daphne double over laughing. )

Micky: *big, evil grin* Better break 'em out, then. ;) >:) :D

Lauren: MICK!

Daphne: Maybe we'd better all get some sleep, before some of us end up killing each other before Shelia, Alex, and their robots do.

Lauren: Good idea!

Mick: *to Davy* I'll try to show you where my floor is.

Davy: You do that, Mick. (He puts his arm around the teenager, and as they go upstairs) So...what are the women like in 1986?

Daphne: (Watches Davy and Mick walk upstairs) I'm going to smack that boy and his libido someday.

Lauren: *shakes her head* Trust me, Daph, it really won't make much of a difference.

*Micky grins.*

Daphne: Tell me he doesn't still chase women here. You said he was married, forty years old, with four daughters and his own business!

Lauren: No, the only woman he chases is you. *smirks at Micky* I tried smacking Mick and HIS libido, but it didn't do a darn thing. :p

Micky: It only made me want her more.

(Daphne laughs heartily.)

Daphne: You two sure haven't changed! Still crazy about one another?

Micky: Daph, it's been months since I've been home to stay. Need I say more? ;)

Shelly: Oh no. I hope I can find my Walkman. :p

Daphne: I think you'll have a sixth kid by next year. ;)

Lauren: No offense, but, God, I hope not! I don't think my body could handle another.

Micky: *eyes her* Oh, I think it could, babe. ;)

*Shelly makes gagging noises.*

Daphne: (Snickers, then turn to Shelly) Why don't we leave these two to do do that voodoo that they do so well and go upstairs and hit the sack? (Frowns) And by the way, what's a Walkman?

Shelly: Okay, *grins* Aunt Daph. *as they start to head upstairs* A Walkman is a little radio and tape player that you can carry around with you. It's a really awesome thing! *they disappear up the stairs as Shelly continues talking*

Micky: (Turns to Lauren with a very wicked grin) Wanna make up for lost time? ;)

Lauren: *matches his wicked grin* Now, that's a really SILLY question.

(The two go upstairs together, arm in arm. )