Emma: LAUREN!!!!!
(Emma throws her arms around her friend.)
Lauren: EMMA! *returns the hug*
Emma: I don't know if it can happen that fast, but...
Mike: What?
Davy: What did you two do up there?
Peter: (He holds a book he's been staring at intently) What happened?
Lauren: Hey, now, that's for us to know, and you to find out. ;-) *to Emma* Yeah, I don't know if it could happen that fast, either! *shrugs*
Emma: Actually, I think you'd need to go at it a few more times, but...still...god, it must be one of those years (takes Lauren in her arms and just grins).
Mike: Would someone tell us what the hell is goin' on around here?
Lauren: LoL! Hey, it's our imaginations. ;-)
Emma: Why don't you tell our distinguished producers? (Rubs Lauren's tummy)
Lauren: *swats Emma's hand* Oh, stop! *grins*
Davy: (Eyes widen; he drops his nail file) You didn't! In three days?
Micky: Didn't what? *grins*
Mike: Yeah, what's she talkin' about?
Davy: Mike, you really are dense.
Peter: (Grins) Maybe Micky and Lauren should break the good news. It is theirs. :)
Micky: And Mike's the one who should know!
Bert: What's the news, kids?
Lauren: We're not sure of it, yet, though. It's a maybe for now. *grins*
Micky: *snickers* Kids!
Emma: The cubs have grown up, Bert! (Hugs Lauren and Micky)
Lauren: *swats Micky's arm* God, I hope not! Singular is plenty!
Mike: (Frowns) Lauren, you're not...
Lauren: I might be. *grins*
Mike: (Puts down Black Beauty; hugs Lauren and slaps Micky on the back) Congratulations, guys! Man, I can't believe it, the kiddies are havin' kiddies! :D
Emma: (Laughs) Mike!
Micky: *stumbles from the slap* Mike! *laughs* Damn Texan...stonger than he looks...!
Mike: (Grins) Just excited, Mick. I've never been an Uncle Wolf before. ;)
Peter: (Gives them a smaller hug than usual) This is so exciting!
Bob: Oh, and congratulations on your wedding, Lauren and Micky.
Lauren: Thanks, Bob. :-)
Micky: *buffs his finger nails on his shirt* All in a day's work.
Peter: (He's also working on his guitar) The best kind of happy ending. :D
Bob: Didn't seem like you kids would get to the happy ending for a while there. Mike and Micky, I'll bet you two in particular are happy to be out of that adventure.
Mike: No kiddin', Bob. I only got my damn lips glued together. I'm gonna have nightmares about that for the rest of my freakin' life.
Micky: These chicks are evil, I tell you! *hugs Lauren* Well, evil in a good way. *grins*
Lauren: Good answer. :-)
Mike: Em, where the hell did you come up with some of that stuff?
Lauren: I've been wondering the same thing.
Emma: Read something besides car magazines sometime, Mike. Then you'll know. ;)
Mike: Hey, I read other stuff, too.
Micky: Not what she's been reading!
Peter: He reads music sheets and guitar magazines!
Emma: Some of those mysteries can get REEEEEALLY nasty...and then there's my dad's action movies... ;)
Mike: That's it, she's layin' off the damn Dashiell Hammett stuff from here on in. :p
Bert: Where did the basic ideas for both stories come from?
Emma: The factory story was inspired by sequences in...(looks at Lauren, then at the boys, and sighs)...a movie we both like.
Lauren: The camping trip was inspired because it's really the only exciting thing to do in Berkshire County.
Davy: We visited Em's home. It only seemed fair to visit Lauren's.
Lauren: Although we weren't exactly near my home.
Lauren: We were in the general area, atleast.
Emma: Come to Wildwood in the winter. Then there won't be anything exciting to do. The boardwalk looks like a ghost town, and I always avoid it. :p
Mike: What the hell kind of movies you girls been watchin' that inspired all that shit in the factory?
Emma: I tried to tell you this earlier Mike, it's a very strange film. (Crosses her arms) Let's just say the fellows who wrote it were sky-high on drugs and their own egos at the time of its creation.
Lauren: And would you believe it was a comedy...drama...etc.? *winks*
Mike: I'll believe the "etc." :p
Micky: I don't like the way she said "etc."
Emma: There's a lot of "etc" in that movie.
Peter: (Looks up) Anna Maria seemed very familiar. I know I've seen her before.
Davy: Yeah, Martinelli, too.
Emma: (Grins) Let's say I kinda borrowed them. They both came from the (coughs) movie that inspired the factory story. They were the only actors, other than the four main ones, that I could fit in.
Bob: Well, what's next?
Peter: (Grins) I want to go back to my fairy tale dream...only this time, I'll save a real girl, not Mike! (Thoughtful) But maybe I could save Mike, too, and Em...
Mike: Just don't subject me to weird lights or glue my lips shut. ;)
Micky: We're still debating my story. It would be nice to just spend some time on the beach...
Emma: Ummm...I'd love to spend some time on the beach...
Lauren: But that's only how the story will begin. ;-)
Davy: (Looks up from his nails) Oh, come on, Mick, I know you and Lauren are dyin' to play "The Avengers Go to Miami Beach." ;)
Micky: That's right! I never got to see you in the cat suit, babe!
Mike: (Groans) Oh, great, James Bond crossed with the Beach Party movies. I ain't Sean Connery or Frankie Avalon.
Peter: I think it'll be way groovy!
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Mick, there's nothing you haven't seen. *quirks an eyebrow*
Emma: By now, I'm certain you've both seen everything fifty times or more. ;)
Micky: How would I know? I lost track of the time.
Lauren: He did!
Mike: (Winks) I'm sure you did. I was only supposed to be on my honeymoon for a week. (Thoughtful) I think we emerged...about five days after that...or something like that. ;)
Bert: Davy and Lauren, these were your stories. How did it feel to be the heroes?
Lauren: Rather liked it! I got to beat up on the main villainess!
Davy: Absolutely wonderful. I've always wanted to do a good old-fashioned action story.
Micky: That was old fashioned?
Davy: 'Ey, only the bad guys got badly 'urt and there was a 'appy endin', right?
Emma: (Mutters to herself) Which is more than can be said for the movie the factory story came from...
Micky: *points to his head* I could've been scarred for life!
Mike: And don't get me started on my lips.
Peter: I did not like that damn war dream! (Thoughtful) It was great to save the guys, though. I don't often get to be a hero, either.
Mike: That reminds me, Pete. What was all that babble in the box about conceptual reality, or somethin'?
*Micky grins.*
Peter: (Grins back at Micky) Micky understands. The girls do, too. (They nod) Simply put, Mike, Davy, the mind separates images into real or unreal for later use. The TVs Lady Plaisir made rearranged those images, distorting what was filed into fantasy or reality. She had a harder time with you two because the two of you are less in tune to this and resist more. She later used those images to control us, to make us feel pain or pleasure, when the drugs...the orange-red liquid...kicked in.
Davy: (Makes a face) It's a lot easiah just kickin' your way out of the box.
Peter: Maybe it is for you, Davy, but that's not my way.
Lauren: I was just happy to kick her.
Bob: The Lady Plaisir...where did she come from? She was different from your previous villains, but did have some things in common with them.
Emma: Yes, she did. On one hand, yes, she was a woman, and she wasn't after land, as in "Wild West Monkees," or world domination, as in "Dream World." She wanted revenge, but took it too far.
Peter: On the other hand, she had some things in common with the other villains. Like Alakazam, she attempted to force control on versions of us. Like Lord, she tried to force her sexual activities upon an unwilling victim...or several, in this case.
Mike: (Winces; Micky whimpers) Pete, please don't mention what that damn bitch tried to do.
Peter: (Quietly) I'm sorry, Michael. I was just answering the question.
Davy: Petah, where did you get all of that reality and fantasy talk, anyway?
Peter: (Holds up the book he's been reading throughout the interview) I've been doing a lot of reasearch in the past few weeks, Davy, and I took philosophy in college before I dropped out.
Bert: What was with the box? You ended up in there at least three times, not to mention the somewhat similar tank.
Emma: Both concepts came from the (coughs again) movie that inspired the factory story, but it wasn't explained what the boys were doing in the tank in the original movie...so, we explained it a bit more thoroughly here.
Lauren: And did rather well, too :-)
Mike: But a tank? Since when did we start lookin' like fish?
Peter: I think the box was supposed to represent our universe, in a way, how the Lady Plaisir closed us out and, once again, controlled us. The tank was the ulitmate expression of this, the four of us trying to jump out of trouble...only to be captives in an even smaller and more permanent box.
Mike: And those damn dreams...(groans)...man, next time you guys surprise me, remind me to appreciate the thought, or at least act less like an asshole. And not to laugh at cripples.
Peter: Yeah, Mike was a jerk in my dream, too! What was with that?
Micky: I don't know, but no more Coke machines!
Emma: I wouldn't mind knowing that myself, because that also came from (coughs again) the movie. Lauren and I have been trying to figure out why (clears her throat loudly) one of the actors and writers of the film would present himself so badly.
Lauren: Just cannot figure it out.
Emma: I suspect he may not have had as much to do with the film's genesis as he would have liked, and the others, even in their drug-induced state, picked up on his behavior and incorporated it into the film.
Mike: Man, what the hell kind of film did you chicks watch?
Emma: One of a kind, Mike. ;)
Lauren: *grins* That's for sure. ;-)
Bob: Well, what's going to change for the next stories? Same format?
Emma: More or less. We like the format - one warm-up story that's just for silly fun and one darker, longer action-drama oriented story.
Peter: But could we be a bit less sadistic in the next one? You've got to remember, some of our fans are children.
Emma: (Sighs) Yeah, I think I did overdo it in this, Peter.
Lauren: It worked for the story, Em.
Mike: Yeah, we've got Micky comin' up next. God only knows what he and Lauren have in store for us.
Emma: Micky's gonna want to rescue Lauren five hundred times. ;)
Micky: Well, that goes without saying. She will be rescued atleast once. *Lauren quirks an eyebrow* And we've gotta find out if she really is pregnant or not. *Lauren elbows him in the gut*
Bert: Geez, you kids move fast. ;)
Bob: And then there's the other two. Mike, when are you going to ask Emma to marry you?
Mike: When I'm good and ready. I ran blindly into one marriage, and I'm not doin' it again.
Emma: And I'm not all that crazy about marriage in general.
Davy: Oh, come on, Mike, you know you're dyin' to get 'er in bed.
(Both turn the color of Jersey tomatoes.)
Emma: I'm not ready for that yet, either.
Mike: (Glares) Davy....
Micky: Could end up like us-- *receives another elbow in the gut*
Emma: You guys and my real family are more family than I can handle at the moment. :)
Mike: We'll see, Davy. We'll see.
Mike: Hey, Pete, tell us more about that dream of yours. I want to know what I'm gonna be chasin' after next.
*Lauren grins.*
Mike: Only Pete dreams low-budget dreams.
Peter: Well, I was a vagrant who fell in love with a princess, but she wasn't a very nice princess. Davy was a tailor, and he was Little Red Riding Hood in pigtails and Gretel. Micky was the innkeeper and Goldilocks and Hansel. Mike was the cobbler and the Princess.
Mike: (Frowns) Princess? Me?
Micky: C'mon, Mike, I think you'd make a lovely princess!
Emma: (Nearly falls over laughing) And you looked sooooo cute! (Pinches his cheek)
Lauren: *grins* A tough princess, at that. ;-)
Peter: I had to save the Princess from a fire-breathing dragon who spoke in riddles and a tall tower that looked a lot like it was in downtown Malibu Beach, but we had the help of the Magic Locket! There was a fairy who told all of you to make a suit of armor and shoes and magic weapons for me, so I could rescue the Princess, and the fairy had a Brooklyn accent.
Davy: A fairy had a Brooklyn accent?
Lauren: I liked that fairy.
Peter: And the Town Crier Baby who told you that I was captured. You all came and helped me, but we almost lost, because the Princess took the Locket and Mike wouldn't help fight. He looked like he was fighting, but he wasn't even trying! :p
Mike: (Puts his arms around Peter) Aw, come on, Pete, you know I'd help you outta any trouble you get in.
Emma: Unless your own skin is at stake.
Lauren: Right. He was just kinda waving his arms around.
Peter: Oh, and Mike really liked the Princess! He's the one who suggested I ask to marry her, but when I asked, she took off her wig and said she was already married! She was really Mike!
Lauren: Or a Mike clone. :-)
Mike: (Frowns) But Pete, I was already divorced by then.
Davy: (Rolls his eyes) Figuahs e'd drool over 'imself.
Peter: I thought we could go back there, maybe meet a witch and sing a lot!
Micky: I vote for the singing part of that!
Peter: I'm going to have a job this time, and I'm going to save a real girl!
Emma: I could run a book shop...
Lauren: The Innkeeper could probably use a maid of some sort.
Micky: You bet he could, babe!
Davy: We'll need lots more girls in this story...and not just us. ;)
Mike: (Elbows Davy) Not too many. That promise to lay off the girl-chasing in these stories still holds, Davy. It's gonna be bad enough with you when we get to the beach story.
Davy: 'Ey, I just went aftah Anna Maria and a couple of the maids.
Micky: We're gonna try to limit his chasing on the beach. Trust me, it's already decided.
Mike: How many was a couple? Those maids were awfully cute.
Davy: (Counts on his fingers) Um....about three or four...Serena was already engaged, and Amarah (blushes) well, she was interested in another girl...
Mike: Pete, don't let him chase any cute milkmaids in your story, ok?
Peter: Mike, all I remember is one pretty girl sitting on Davy's knee, and she didn't say anything.
Mike: (Shakes his finger) Just don't overdo the ugly stuff kids, ok?
Peter: Mike, you give orders like a king sometimes!
Emma: Yeah, Mike, this isn't "No Man's Land." :p
Micky: And the jester hasn't had his fun yet!
Lauren: *mutters, smirking* Yes, he did...
Mike: I suppose that will include men lusting after your new bride?
Micky: Of course! *grins*
(That gets a laugh from everyone, and even Mike can't resist a smile.)
Micky: I said I'm gonna rescue her, didn't I?
Lauren: Oh, brother. Why do I get the feeling I may want to sit out his story?
Emma: Ooooh, Mick, what do you have planned for poor Lauren?
Mike: (Puts his arm protectively around Emma) As long as you don't have it in mind for all the ladies.
*Micky just grins.*
Emma: Miiiikkkee...
Lauren: *turns a glare on him* You best be careful, curly.
Micky: *still grinning* I'll only pick on my babe.
Mike: Good. Em's been scarin' me enough lately with all the shit she's been readin'
Emma: (Makes a face) Remind me never to read St. Matthew's fanfiction right before going to bed ever again. :p
Peter: (Frowns) She's the one who made me a devil!
Micky: Remind her, Mike!
Mike: (Smacks Emma's shoulder) Don't read all that weird crap before you go to bed.
Emma: Oh, trust me, I won't! (Throws her arms around him and burries her face in his chest; in a small voice) I don't want to lose my Mike muse!
Lauren: That is too cute!
Davy: (Grins) The way you're 'oldin' 'im, luv, 'e won't be goin' no where for a long time!
Micky: Speaking of going nowhere, *nudges Lauren* Babe, you're putting my leg to sleep...
*Lauren turns enough to stick her tongue out at him, but doesn't move.*
Mike: (Over Emma's shoulder; she's sobbing) Lauren, save your amorous feelin's for when we're off camera. (Strokes Emma's hair) Aw, come on, Em, none of that stuff really happened...
*Lauren just grins.*
Emma: I know, but we've run into so many scary villians...I don't want you to turn into a..a...jerk-off music executive. I want you to be my warm, caring, strong Father Wolf....
Mike: I won't, Em. I won't. I promise. (Continues stroking her hair as she sobs)
*Micky rolls his eyes and tries in vain to shift on the couch, but Lauren remains propped against him, sitting on one leg.*
Peter: (Pats Emma on the back) Em, those stories are frightening, but they're fantasy, like our stories.
Davy: She does 'ave a point about all the shit that's 'appened to us.
Micky: I'll try to take it easy on you guys. *pauses* Babe, I can't feel my leg anymore...
Mike: Lauren, let Micky go. You don't want him to end up with a squished leg.
Micky: Bad enough one's shorter than the other!
Davy: Come on, Lauren, that's me best friend you're squishin'.
Lauren: *hmphs and moves next to him. It's now more crowded on the couch* Okay, now I feel like I'm gonna fall off!
Micky: *sticks his tongue out at Lauren* Serves you right for putting my leg to sleep! It's all tingly now!
Mike: (Over Emma's shoulder - she continues to lean into him) I'll bet she can make that go away. ;)
Peter: Hey, Micky, are you going to save Davy, since he got to save you?
Davy: (Winks) Just go easy on me, Mick. I ain't good at bein' saved.
Lauren: I could help that, Mick. *grins*
Micky: I don't know if I'll save anyone else yet. I haven't quite pulled my ideas together yet.
Mike: You oughtta try it. Should make for an interestin' story, savin' your wife and best buddy.
Micky: Consider it...considered. *makes a face* Something like that.
Peter: (Grins) Boy, you two must have had a great time at the cabin. Your minds aren't quite working yet. ;)
Davy: (Points to Micky with his nail file) 'As 'is evah worked? ;)
Micky: That was a bit uncalled for, Dave!
Lauren: *shrugs* Well, we never did actually get to really look around the cabin...
Davy: Nah, all they needed were the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. ;)
Micky: No, we found the living room, too!
Mike: (As Emma turns to face the others, still sniffling a bit) I'll bet the couch has a dent in it a mile wide. ;)
Micky: And the floor...
*Lauren elbows Micky again.*
(Everyone bursts out laughing again, including Emma, who looks much better but still won't let Mike go.)
Bert: And here's the big question. Micky and Lauren, how does it feel to be man and wife?
Lauren: Feels like a dream I never want to wake up from!
Micky: I couldn't be happier! :-)
Mike: (pretends to wipe a tear) Oh, man, I just LLUUUVVE happy endin's! ;)
Emma: (Sighs, more serious) Me, too. (Hugs Mike again)
Peter: Their auras could light up the whole solar system!
Davy: I'm glad you guys are 'appy, man. Aftah all we've been through, no one deserves 'appiness more than you two. :)
Micky: Thanks, Davy. *pauses* Hey, babe, when'll you find out if you're pregnant? You never did tell me...
Emma: Or any of us, including me...
Bob: Wouldn't mind knowing here, either.
(Mike and Emma both glare at the producers.)
Mike: This is a family affair, Bob. :p
Lauren: Doc said she wasn't sure if she'd be able to get a real answer yet. Could still be too soon.
Mike: Yeah, I'd say too soon...
Micky: Awe. You wanna talk about torture!
Bob: Just let us know when you find out.
Mike: Why? It's her damn business.
Lauren: Maybe some time during your story, Mick.
Bob: Could change the storylines...
Mike: So what?
Peter: Mike, calm down. (To the camera) You'll find out when Lauren knows for certain.
Emma: And not before then.
Lauren: Thank you, Peter. :-)
Peter: You're welcome. Mike's right, it is your business, but your being pregnant will have an effect on the stories.
Bert: Well, what do all of you think about the possibility of having children around?
*Micky grins.*
Emma: (Shakes her head) I have no idea. I mean, I like kids, but it'll be so different...
Mike: (Sighs) Micky's dyin' to teach his kids how to blow stuff up.
Peter: I think it'll be groovy!
Micky: Among other things...
Lauren: I'm still a little nervous about it.
Emma: (Looks at the other guys) That reminds me, guys, we have your wedding present here.
Micky: Yeah?
Peter: Right! We meant to give it to you at the party, but we didn't have the chance!
Lauren: Awe, you didn't have to!
(Mike and Davy drag out a big, square box wrapped in plain paper and string.)
Micky: What the...
Mike: We figure, if you're gonna live on your own, you'll need some stuff.
Davy: Well, open it!
Emma: You'll appreciate it, trust me. ;)
Micky: A box? *grins, then gets up, stumbling slightly* Leg still hasn't woken up... *goes to the box, while Lauren gets up to follow*
Emma: (Hands the two an envelope) And this goes with it.
(The two rip the paper open, untie the string...and pull out gleaming new pots, pans, and other kitchen utensils while their friends sit on the couch or chairs, grinning.)
Emma: I'm not going to be feeding you all the time, so we figured you two would need some of your own cooking stuff.
Mike: Yeah, Micky's bottomless stomach never rests. ;)
Micky: Oh, man!! *grins as widely as possible*
Lauren: Mick, you're gonna be cooking half of the food, since you'll be eating 85% of it.
Emma: Don't forget the envelope. ;)
(The two open the envelope and find a card. Inside the card is gift certificates for a cooking class for couples and a sheath of gift certificates for the grocery store Emma works for.)
Peter: There you go, Micky! Now you can eat your own food, whenever you want!
Micky: *sniffs, wiping away a non-existant tear* This is the most beautiful gift I've ever gotten!
Emma: I pulled a few strings at the store for the certificates, but I don't mind the extra hours. ;)
Lauren: This'll be a huge help! ;-)
Mike: We seriously had no idea what to get you guys...until we hit on the fact that neither of you can cook worth beans. ;)
Peter: I've eaten Micky's cooking. It's nice...if you like your food extra-burnt. ;)
*Lauren and Micky exchange glances; both nod.*
Emma: And you don't have anything practical, like cooking utensils or furniture or cleaning stuff.
Micky: Yeah. We still have to move, too. Man... *sticks his tongue out*
Davy: At least you'll be able to eat at 'ome for a while. It'll be on packin' crates, but it'll be food. ;)
Lauren: Unless they packed our stuff for us. ;-)
Emma: Took me a few weeks to move in when I lived alone...and I never did get much furniture. My shelves were all crates.
Mike: (Grins) We'll help you move, don't worry.
Micky: *slings an arm around Lauren's shoulders* Just tell me where to put the boxes!
Emma: I've moved before. I can help.
Mike: Me, too.
Peter: (Shakes his head) All I had when I moved out here was my guitar and some clothes. I lived with friends when I was in New York.
Micky: Great! *to Lauren* And all you have to do, babe, is direct traffic. :-)
Davy: Don't look at me, eithah. I lived outta 'otels from age 14 'till I met you guys, and me parents lived in the same place all their lives.
Mike: You're still gonna carry boxes and stuff though, guys. You ain't gettin' out of that.
Peter: Of course not! I'd love to help!
Davy: As long as I don't strain meself. I've got a date comin' up.
Micky: *to Davy* Oh, please. You, I'm not worried about. That's why Lauren's gonna tell us where to put the stuff. :-)
Emma: Oh, good grief, an expectant mother can't be carrying boxes!
Mike: We'll do that!
Lauren: Why do I get the feeling this is gonna get annoying? I may have to hurt him before I even find out if I am expectant!
Peter: He's just worried about you, Lauren, and your possible unborn child. That's natural.
Bob: Have you considered whether it could be a boy or a girl yet?
Lauren: *grumbles* It'll still be a little annoying.
Micky: *shrugs* Either...or both. ;-)
Lauren: What have I gotten myself into?
Emma: (Grins) That's why I haven't visited my folks in four months. I've been trying to stay out from underfoot during my sister's pregnancy. I love my family, but I've seen my mom go through three pregnancies, plus they're fixing up some of the upstairs rooms for her and her new son.
Davy: And I saw me mum pregnant with all me sistahs. (Grins) Trust me, Lauren, you'll survive. ;)
Micky: *blinks* Babe, you won't be asking me to go out and buy rocky road ice cream in the middle of the night, will you?
*Lauren shakes her head.*
Emma: Well, my mom did have this thing for mashed potatoes with ketchup when she was pregnant with Anny...and when she was pregnant with Keefe, I think it was Doritos...
Lauren: Doritos, I could handle...
Mike: Besides, you'll have us night owls to call over here if you need anything.
Micky: Good! I'll be able to get some sleep!
Emma: I can help in the daytime, when I'm off work.
Mike: (Pats Lauren's tummy) And, of course, we'll have to teach Micky or Lauren Junior what good music is. ;)
Peter: I'll write a song for the baby shower! :D
Mike: It'll be hearin' country and rock and folk music in the womb. ;)
Micky: And my singing! *grins*
Mike: And all of our singin'. ;)
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Guys, I don't even know if I am yet! *chuckles*
Emma: Yeah, guys, don't count your chickens before they hatch.
Peter: (Grins) Or your humans. ;)
Davy: (Sighs) Things are gonna be different now, ain't they? You guys will be movin' out, and whether Lauren's pregnant or not, you'll probably be startin' a family. We ain't gonna be able to keep doin' these stories.
Peter: Just 'cause things are going to change doesn't mean it will be all bad!
Emma: The stories won't change! After all (smiles at Lauren) to quote a friend of ours, sometimes, things change, and that's good. And sometimes, things don't change, and that's good, too. :)
Mike: I'm kinda lookin' forward to bein' an Uncle Wolf. ;)
Lauren: *grins* That's right. It's still our imagination. We'll work something out. :-)
Emma: And you never run out of imagination!
Davy: (Sighs) I've gotta get ready for me date. (Hugs Micky, then hugs Lauren) Congratulations, you two. I really do 'ope you 'ave all the 'appiness in the world.
Lauren and Micky: Thanks, Dave. *glare at each other*
(Everybody bursts into laughter.)
Peter: The twins are back!
Mike: Man, you two are all the kids you need! ;)
Davy: (Grins) I'm just glad to be part of a family...'ere and in England. 'ave a great night, guys. (Heads out)
Peter: I'm going to finish my book, then get something to eat. You guys want to come with me?
Mike: Naw, gonna work on my song.
Emma: I'm ok, Pete.
Micky: *glances at Lauren* Think we're gonna hang out.
Peter: (Hugs Lauren and Micky a bit more lightly) Well, I'm just happy you're happy! Have a wonderful night, (winks) twins! ;) (Heads out the door)
Emma: Why don't you two go in the next room and...make more kids? ;)
Lauren: Like he needs more ideas, Em! *jerks a thumb at Micky*
Mike: Yeah, inspire me, guys. ;)
Micky: Sure! *grabs Lauren's hand and starts pulling her to the other room*
Lauren: *laughing* Mick, you're gonna make me make a rut in the floor!
Mike: Hey, remember, she might have a little one in there!
Micky: Right, man! *stops pulling and scoops Lauren up instead* Night, you two! *Lauren waves as they leave the room*
Emma: (Chuckles) What are we going to do with those two, Mike?
Mike: (Grins) I think they're perfectly capable of doin' things themselves, Em. (Strums his guitar) What do you think they have planned for us?
Emma: (Shrugs) I have the feeling Micky and Lauren might be saving the worst torment for each other...although you never know with those two. And I can't imagine Peter would do anything too horrible to us. (Softly) Mike...play "Listen to the Band" for me.
Mike: Em, you're still scared.
Emma: (Sighs and leans against him) Just play it for me. I want to hear you sing.
Mike: After what happened in the factory, I'm glad I can hear me sing, too. I hope we never have to go through an ordeal like that again.
Emma: (Sighs, to herself) Don't be too sure about that, Mike. The imagination can be a very dangerous thing. (To Mike) It's my favorite song of yours...maybe ever. :)
Mike: (Smiles) Aw, how can I resist a lovely lady with eyes like that? (We fade out as he starts to play and Emma listens, both lost in their own worlds)
(And we go into "Porpoise Song" over production-still credits except for the four boys' final head shots and "A Raybert Production.")