Everyone ready for a car chase?

Davy: In that gorgeous machine? You bet! :D

Daphne: This should be groovy! :D

Elizabeth: I can't BELIEVE my mother said that. :p

Lauren: Yeah!

Micky: Always! ;) :D

Austin: I want my brother back! :(

Mick: I'm driving! ;) :D

Maryann: I wanna help Mick! :D

*Mick groans.* :P

Sandra: You've got a couple of years, kiddo. ;)

Shelly: *chuckles* Sounds like fun!

(The group all runs out in the parking lot, following Alex and the robots around cars, trucks, and other vehicles.)

Elizabeth: Does anyone see him? (Shields her face in the rain)

Austin: We lost him! (Groans) What am I gonna do? I want Jordan back, and Mom'll be upset! :(

Mick: Wait... *squints; points across the way* Over there!

Maryann: They're gettin' into that long car! Go save them, Mick! (She tugs at his pants leg) :o :X

Mick: *rolls his eyes; then smiles at her* I'll try to save them if you let go of my pants leg. ;)

Maryann: (Looks up at him adoringly) 'Kay. :X

(She lets go. Davy takes her hand.)

Davy: We'll ALL save them, luv.

Elizabeth: They're gonna pull out of the parking lot! :o

Austin: No! Not with Jordan! :( :o

Sandra: And poor Katie! :(

Micky: Everyone pile into the vehicles! We'll follow them!

Davy: Right. Come on, gang.

(Davy, Maryann, Daphne, Mick, and Shelly climb into the TransAm. Everyone else gets into the van.)

Ursula: (As they get in) What's going on? What's all this about Jordan and Katie?

Maryann: The Bad Man gots them! :o

Mick: Alex has them! Urse, we're gonna need you big time to follow him and get them back!

Ursula: My god. I don't even want to think of what that bloody madman has in mind for those poor kids. Just point me at 'em, and I'll do my best. (Grumbles) Besides, I wouldn't mind taking out that jerk of a Mustang of his. He harrasses me whenever we face off. :p

Davy: Alex's cah talks too? :p

Daphne: I'm almost afraid to hear what it has to say. :p

Mick: *makes a face* Sounds just like Alex. His car is a big mouth, too. :P

Ursula: I'm afraid it takes rather after it's master. :p

Shelly: Too much. :P

Daphne: Maybe someone should contact Em. Not only will she want to know that Alex has her daughter, but she might be able to help.

Ursula: Shelly, use my car communicator. You're closer to it. Micky will have his hands full with the van and Lauren will have her hands full with the other children. ;) :P

Shelly: *nods* Right. *reaches over and pushes a button on the dash near the center of the console*

Maryann: (As the car pulls out) Are we gonna catch the Bad Man?

Ursula: Yes, we are, Maryann, and soon.

Mick: You'd better believe it!

Shelly: Urse, I'm not getting through to Aunt Emma.

Ursula: What? She should be home! I can't imagine she'd go anywhere in this weather. :p :O

Shelly: *pushes the button again* She's not answering!

Maryann: (Eyes widen) Maybe the Bad Man has Aunt Emma, too! :o

Ursula: Good lord, I hope not. We can't lose her. She's one of the leaders of the rebels. :( :o

Mick: That guy seriously makes me MAD! He'd better not have her! X-( :P

(The TransAm follows the Mustang out of the crowded parking lot, ducking around other cars; the van follows a way behind.)

Maryann: Mick, why did the Bad Man take Jordan and Katie?

Davy: Probably to read their souls. :p

Mick: And because he's the Bad Man. :P

Maryann: (Gulps) Mommy and Da told me about that. When the Bad People do it, it hurts. (Grins) Unca Micky did it once, though. He told me I loved horses and my mommy and da and sisters and cartoons, and it didn't hurt at all! It tickled! :)

Mick: *nods* That's true, kiddo, but we're not gonna let Alex do that to Jordan and Katie, because we're gonna rescue them very soon! *adds quietly* I hope.

("MGBGT" begins as all three cars barrel onto the highway...which, thanks to the weather, is reletively empty for a Lost Angelas freeway. ;) )

(Maryann keeps trying to peek over Davy and Daphne's shoulders and loudly asks what's going on.)

*We see Alex's Mustang pull up to a toll both. He drives right through. The TransAm pulls up and Mick tosses a $10 into the booth. The van pulls up a few minutes later. Micky has the exact change ready and even gets a receipt, plus the receipts for the other two vehicles.* ;)

(Shelly and Mick are arguing over what music to play. Ursula's "face" appears on her monitor...and she looks rather frazzled. :p)

*Mick goes back to driving while Shelly puts a CD in. She sticks out her tongue at Mick.* :P

(Davy peers out a window...and pulls his head back in. Not only is he soaked from the rain, but he's got pie on his face. We see Alex leaning out the window, ready for another shot. ;) )

*The Mustang spits out a smoke screen. Mick makes a face and pushes a button. A fan appears at the base of the hood and blows the smoke away from the car.* ;)

(Ursula appears, fanning herself. :p)

*The van pulls into a gas station. Micky rushes out and fills the gas tank as quickly as he can.* :P

(The kids are all sitting in the car, playing with their toys and squabbling.)

(Maryann leans over Mick's shoulder, asking what various buttons are. She pushes one. A giant can of whipped cream pops out of the roof and squirts on the Mustang's windows. ;) :D)

*Despite Mick's grin, he warns Maryann to not press anymore buttons, but Shelly presses one that squirts chocolate syrup on the Mustang's windows. Urse adds a cherry on her own accord.* ;)

(They pass through a drive-in window. Davy leans in and grabs food for everyone as they quickly pass out of it again. ;) )

*Mick passes up on the hot fudge sundae, remembering a certain warning that Micky gave.* ;)

(Daphne leans out the window...and points to a big oil puddle ahead. :o)

*Mick yanks on the steering wheel and the TransAm goes up on its driver's side two wheels over the oil puddle. Once they've passed the puddle, the car is set down again. Ursula appears, grinning.* ;)

(Maryann squeals and leans into Davy, who hugs her gently. :( )

(This time, it's Maryann who points something out - a net comes flying at them.)

*Shelly pushes another button and a large pair of scissors emerge from the front grille. The scissors cut the net right in half.*

(They're now in a residential neighborhood. Something thumps loudly on the side of the TransAm. Davy sweeps it up - it's the morning paper. He turns just in time to see the retreating back of a newsboy.)

*Mick takes the Sports section and lets Ursula take over driving for a bit.* ;)

(Davy asks for the Lifestyles section, and Daphne helps Maryann read the comics. ;) :) )

(They run through a HUGE puddle that sends all three vehicles swerving onto the sidewalk. They around trees, tricycles, and surprised pedestrians before getting back on the road.)

*Suddenly, the Mustang takes off in a burst of speed, leaving a wake of spray behind from the wet road. Once the spray settles, the Mustang is no longer in sight.* :P

Ursula: (As the music winds down) Ooooh, darn that man...and his Mustang! We lost him! X(

Maryann: How are we going to find Jordan and Katie now? :(

Mick: *pounds his fist on the steering wheel* Da...darn him! :P

Alex: *from the communicator* Well, it seems as though the better driver has won this little race. ;)

Maryann: The Bad Man! :o :p

(Davy pulls the small girl closer to him and narrows his eyes. Daphne growls a bit. X( )

Mustang's voice: Better DRIVER? Ha! I'm the one who did all those tricks! You're just behind my wheel! :P

Ursula: Alex, what do you want with the young Bard and young Scholar? They're of no interest to you, and their powers are not formed enough yet for you or my sister to control them. X( :p

Alex: Oh, but there ARE of interest to me. In more ways than one. ;) >:)

X(

Maryann: I'll bet he has Aunt Emmie, too! :o

Davy: Alex, did you kidnap Emma? :p X

Alex: *audible smirk* What do YOU think? ;) >:)

Daphne: Alex wouldn't want Em and Katie...but Shelia would. X(

Ursula: Alex, you know we'll come after them and that nasty machine of yours. X(

Mustang: I can outrun all of you! :P

Alex: *scoffs* Just try it! *muffled* You stay out of this! :P

*The Mustang makes a mechanical razz noise.* :P ;)

Ursula: You'll never be able to outrun me, you overgrown, gas-guzzling junker. X(

Daphne: That's telling him, Urse. ;)

Mustang: You sweet talker, you, Ursula. Come on, talk dirty to me! *Alex snorts in the background* ;)

Ursula: You should know about dirty. You're hardly a clean vehicle. You spew more oil than a tanker truck after a collision, and your fumes smell like Alex's dirty socks. :p

Mustang: I like to leave my mark. ;)

Davy: What did you do with Jordan, Katie, and Emma, Alex?

Maryann: Are you gonna hurt them bad? :o

Alex: The Scholar and her daughter are Shelia's territory. *audible smirk* And the boy has such a lovely, innocent soul. ;) >:)

Ursula: (Under her breath, so Alex and the Mustang can hear...but not Maryann) Bastards. X(

Maryann: What's an innocent soul?

Davy: (Hugs the child) I'll tell you latah, darling. :p

Mick: Don't you ever get tired of pulling the same old crap, Alex? :P X-(

Alex: You have so much to learn, young Savage. ;)

Davy: And you won't be teachin 'im, Alex. X(

Alex: We'll see about that. ;) >:)

Mick: *roars* Where are they?! X-(

Maryann: You tell him, Mick! :D

Alex: Wouldn't you like to know? :P *closes communication, but a blip appears on the monitor in the center console*

Shelly: Hey, is that them? :-/

Davy: What?

Ursula: Yes, it is! :o

Mick: Where are they headed?

Ursula: Back towards the Beverly Hills area, around...(voice trails off)...where Shelia's mansion is. :p

Shelly: Oh, great... :P

Davy: Alex, what are you and Shelia doing wit' them? :p X(

Maryann: They never did nothing to you! :o

Daphne: Never did ANYTHING, dear.

Mick: *tries to raise communication with Alex or his Mustang again* He's cut the communication. :P

Ursula: Oooohhh, when I get my doors on him AND that overgrown pony of a Mustang... X(

Mick: Just save us a tiny bit, Urse. X-(

Davy: Call Micky and Lauren and ask them what they want to do now. I don't know if it's a good idea to go aftah Alex with all these kids in the cars.

Mick: Gotcha. *hits the button*

Micky: Hey, you guys know we're stuck in a huge puddle here!? :P

Shelly: Aw, Dad. :P

Ursula: Oh, dear. Maybe we'd better see if we can help. :p

Davy: Or at least call a tow truck and see if THEY can help.

Mick: We're on our way, Dad. *over his shoulder, to Davy* Don't need a tow truck. Urse can handle it. *grins* ;)

Ursula: I can pull 500 hundred times the weight of this car, David. ;)

Daphne: (Over Shelly's shoulder) Micky, Lauren, did you hear Alex? :p

Ursula: And that darn Mustang. :p

Micky: Unfortunately, yes. *sighs* I think we should head back to the Pad. If we continue after Alex, we can't keep all of the kids with us.

Ursula: I agree. It might help to contact Michael, too. If nothing else, he should know his wife and daughter are missing.

Mick: Okay. We'll swing around and pull you guys out, then head back.

Daphne: Someone should get a hold of Valerie and tell her about Jordan.

Davy: How's Austin holding up?

Maryann: Alex is mean! Jordan is Austin's only brother, and he loves him! :(

Micky: *cringe in his voice* He isn't holding up very well. :P

Davy: We're on our way to pickin' you up. We can't lose any more of the kids like this.

Daphne: Valerie will probably and understandably be upset as it is. :( :p

Maryann: Will he try to hurt all of us? :(

Davy: We won't let 'im now, luv. We're onto 'is game.

Mick: Darn right!

Daphne: We're going to get help from Uncle Mike, too.

Ursula: Micky, we'll be there in a minute.

Micky: Thanks, Urse. :)

(The TransAm turns around and heads back in the other direction. Cut to a quick scene of the TransAm hauling the van out with a hook in front of the smaller car. Another quick cut to the front of the Pad. The former Monkeemobile is already in the driveway. The TransAm and the van both pull up in front of the Pad around the same time.)

Davy: (Pushes aside his wet and pie-covered hair; it's still raining, but not as heavily) Looks like Mike beat us to the punch.

Maryann: That's Uncle Mike's car, isn't it?

Daphne: (Gets out) Yeah, it is. (Frowns) Didn't Emma say she and Mike were meeting to discuss the divorce?

Davy: Yeah, or somethin' like that, I think.

Maryann: Why don't Uncle Mike and Aunt Emma like each other anymore? Katie's really sad.

Mick: Umm, well, it isn't so much that they don't like each other, umm...

Davy: They just can't live with each other anymore. Uncle Mike is too busy with Magnetic South, and Aunt Emma has her books and the kids.

Maryann: Will you ever be too busy for me, Da?

Davy: (Smiles) Nevah, luv. :)

(They go over to the van as the other kids, Micky, and Lauren all pile out. Elizabeth has an arm around Austin, who's wiping his eyes and nose on his sleeves. :(( )

Austin: I want...Jordan...back...they'll hurt him... (sobs) :((

Micky: We'll do everything we can to get them back, Austin.

Davy: (Indicates the Monkeemobile) It looks like Mike got here ahead of us.

Daphne: He's going to get a rather nasty shock. :p

Lauren: And we'll probably be on the receiving end of it. :P

Davy: (Looks at the clouds) Let's get the kids inside. The rain is holding up, but there may be more on the way.

Maryann: I don't want Starlite to get wet! (Clutches her stuffed horse) :o

Micky: Last one inside's soaking wet! ;) *latches onto Lauren; she swats at him* ;)

(Everyone hurries inside. The kids all gather in the living room, dump their bags, turn on the TV, argue over what to watch, and ask loudly for food.)

Davy: Mike? Michael? We're 'ere.

Micky: Hey, Mike?

Elizabeth: He's probably in Aunt Emma's office. (Calls) Uncle Mike?

(Mike comes out of Emma's office, holding a hand to his chest. He wears a suit, but it's a bit rumpled. His eyes are wide, and he looks very worried.)

Mike: (Quietly) They got Em. I felt it. :(

Davy: We know.

Mike: I... (frowns) Davy? Daph? How did you guys...

Davy: (Puts up his hand) It's a long story, Mike, but right now the important thing is getting your wife and daughter back.

Lauren: And Jordan.

Mike: (Frowns) They got them both? I know they got Em. (Puts his hand on his chest again) I felt dizzy and nauseous at work. I ran out in the middle of a recording session with Peter Gabriel.

(The twins and Elizabeth join Mike and the adults, all looking worried.)

Elizabeth: We've got to call Aunt Valerie and get her out of work. Austin's really upset. He won't look at Jordan's bass. :(

Mick: I wanna get my hands on that creep so bad... X-(

Mike: I'd like to bust Alex from here to a galaxy far, far away myself, but right now, the important thing is gettin' the kiddies outta here and figuring out what to do next.

(The phone rings. Everybody runs for it at once, but Lauren gets it.)

Lauren: Hello?

Woman: Is Michael Nesmith there? It's very, very important! We're being raided! :o

Mike: Lauren, who is it?

Lauren: A woman asking for you.

Elizabeth: For Uncle Mike?

Lauren: She says something about being raided...

Mike: What?! (Grabs the phone) Hello? Andi, this...hey! Put her back on! What's going on? (Growls) You can't do that! (Growls louder) I ain't nuthin' of the kind, Shelia! What kinda drugs that mad scientist clone of yours been givin' you lately? Shelia, you can't do this! I'll call my lawyers and have them sue your ass off!

Daphne: Mike, the kids! Your language! :p

*Micky just rolls his eyes, a slight smirk appearing. He shakes his head.* :P

Mike: Shelia! I'm comin' down there, and you ain't stoppin' me! That's MY company, and you just can't march in... (There's a click. Mike slams the phone down on the reciever, growling and grumbling and cursing in Spanish. X( )

Lauren: What happened?

Mike: Shelia annexed Magnetic South. She and that tin can army invaded the downtown headquarters and arrested everyone there for fraud, copywright infringement, and treason. (Growls) The people at the headquarters and in those studios didn't do anythin' wrong. They have nothin' to do with anythin'. They're all just tryin' to get on with their lives. X(

Micky: *groans* Great. :P

Mike: There's only one place the kiddies will be safe, and that's the Bar N Ranch. We'll take them all there. They can stay there as long as they need to.

Davy: Ranch?

Daphne: I'm assuming you don't mean dressing. ;)

Mike: Our second home. I bought it for Em and the kids with the first major profits from Magnetic South. We used to go there in the summer and during holidays, but I've been living there for the past few years. It's fairly isolated, and it has the best security system money can buy.

Lauren: It'll be perfect.

Mike: Lauren or Micky, call Valerie and tell her what's goin' on and to meet us at the Bar N when she can. She knows where it is. She used to take the boys out there to visit us durin' the summer.

Lauren: I'll do it. *goes back to the phone, picks up the receiver, and dials*

Mike: The rest of us will get the kids together and outta here. They'll have a great time at the Bar N. There's horses and cattle and chickens and real cowboys and cowgirls who take care of them all. ;)

Austin: (Tugs on Lauren) I want to talk to my mom. :(

Lauren: Val, Austin wants to talk to you. :) *hands over the phone*

Mike: (Walks into the living room, where the girls play with their new toys and the boys squabble over what show to watch now) Hi, gang. Long time no see. :)

Maryann: (Looks up) Hi, Uncle Mike. Look at my new horsie! He's Starlite! :D

Mike: So he is, little darlin'. ;)

Leah: *smiles* Hi, Uncle Mike! :)

*Larry and Billy continue to argue over the remote.* ;) :P

Mike: (Takes the remote) Whoa, cowboys! What's all the fussin' about?

Larry: I wanna watch Voltron!

Billy: I wanna watch Transformers!

Mike: (Leans over) Well, I know somethin' better to do than watchin' TV. How 'bout we go on a nice trip to Uncle Mike's house? I live on a ranch. You'll all get to meet real cowboys and cowgirls and ride horses and see a cow get milked. ;) :D

Leah: Really? :D

Mike: (Nods) Really. Cowboys don't lie. It's in our code of honor. ;) (Crosses his heart)

Davy: (Mutters to Micky) Uncle Mike's watched too many John Wayne movies. :p

*Micky snickers.* :P ;)

Mike: We're gonna take everyone home and get them all packed up, then head over to the ranch before the rain starts again.

Maryann: Can I bring Starlite? :D

Mike: 'Course you can, cowgirl. We don't have any horses like that on the Bar N, and I think the world should have more horses like that. ;) :)

Austin: (Sniffles and gulps) Yeah, Mom, I love you, too. Yes, I'll be good for Uncle Micky and Aunt Lauren and Uncle Mike. (Blushes) Mom, of COUSE I'll pack clean underwear and socks! :p (Softer) Mom, be careful. I don't want Alex to hurt you, too. I love you too, and I'll be careful. Here's Aunt Lauren again. (Hands Lauren the phone)

(Austin is the color of the roses in the vase on the table when he returns to the living room. The other kids are snickering. ;) :">)

Lauren: *smiles after Austin* We'll see you in a bit, Val. Bye. *hangs up* Val's on her way to the Ranch.

Mike: (Puts his arm around Austin) Moms can be embarrassin' sometimes, Aus, but just be glad yours cares about you. Mine didn't even ask where I was half the time. :p

Austin: I miss her. She, Jordan, and Aunt Chrissy are the only family I have. Aunt Chrissy doesn’t even live here anymore. She moved to Bakersfield with her husband and baby son. :(

Mike: Ok, rugrats, up and at'em. We've gotta get outta here now, before somethin' ELSE disappears. :p

Maryann: Larry n' Billy can make their lunches disappear! :o

Elizabeth: Yeah, into their stomachs. ;)

Sandra: Or into the cat. ;)

Micky: *grins* Alright, alright... *snickers* Let's get a move on. ;)

(The kids once again round up their packages. Mike is the last person out. He locks the door, holding something long, thick, and wooden under his arm.)

Mike: (Holds out Emma's familiar, but now a bit more tattered and dented, field hockey stick) I thought we could use this. Emma uses a thicker staff now. (Quietly) And it makes me feel a little closer to her and Katie. It's stupid and childish, I know, but... (shrugs)

Davy: If it makes you feel better, man, that's all that counts. :)

Lauren: That's right, Mike. :)

Mike: (Looks up at the sky; the rain has stopped, but the clouds remain) Come on. Let's get going while the rain is takin' a breather and before rush hour and you can't move on the LA Freeway. :p

Davy: The Freeway still gets jammed? :p

Mike: It's worse now. Try gettin' to a major executive's meetin' durin' rush hour. :p

Lauren: Or just getting home from work in decent time. :P

Davy: I wish there was a way they could figure out how to clear things out a bit. :p

Mike: We'll work on the answer on the way to the Bar N. It's a couple of hours from here. (Grins) Now, who gets the honor of comin' with Uncle Mike up to the Bar N? ;)

(The kids' hands all go up at once...even the twins'. ;) )

Mike: Whoa, don't everyone sign up at once! ;)

Mick: *shrugs* It sounds like fun. ;)

Mike: How about I take the Jones ladies in the Monkeemobile, and Mick n' Lauren keep their rugrats in the van? ;)

Maryann: I want to stay with Mick. :X

*Mick's eyes widen.* :P

Mike: (Grins and whispers to Micky) I've seen that look before. I do believe that little lady has stars in her eyes. ;)

Micky: *grins* No kidding. Poor Mick can't seem to shake her, either. ;)

Mike: Yup, she's a Jones, straight through. ;)

Davy: And what's wrong wit' that, luv? I think they're cute together. ;)

Daphne: Little Mick doesn't. ;)

*Mick rolls his eyes, making a face.* :P

Maryann: (Squeaks as a drop of rain splashes on her nose) Oooh, it's raining again! (Covers the white stuffed horse) Starlite will get wet! :o

Mike: Ok, gang, everyone in the cars. Maryann, you'll come with me an’ your sisters.

Maryann: Awww! :p

*Mick mouths "Thank you."* ;)

Mike: (Mouths "Anytime" to Mick, then turns to Maryann) Mick don't know nuthin' bout horses. We can talk about horses on the trip, and there's more room in the backseat for you guys to stretch out and stay out of each other's way. ;)

Maryann: Ok! I love horses! :D

Davy: (As another drop of rain falls) I suggest we get in the cahs, or the 'orse ain't the only thing that's gonna get wet. :p

(Everyone climbs into their cars, including the Monkeemobile, and takes off, passing a sign that says "LA Freeway - 3 Miles" on the way as we fade out.)