Emma: So....everyone ready for a wedding? ;)
Lauren: YES!!!!!!
Mike: 'Bout time those two got hitched. ;)
Micky: Down, babe. *grins*
Peter: (Cracks his knuckles and sits at a piano) Ready here!
Davy: Of course! ;)
Soooo....you and Mick were discussing the wedding....
Micky: Tell Em I want a BIIIIIIIGGGGGGG cake, and then I want another one for the other guests! ;)
Lauren: Okay, Mick, okay. Wait, which one do I get some of? *grins*
Micky: You can have a piece of mine. ;)
Lauren: One piece? *quirks an eyebrow*
Micky: (Grins) Maybe two, if you're good. ;)
Lauren: What if I'm bad? *smirks*
Micky: You'll get three. ;) (Elbows her and grins wickedly)
Lauren: Cool!
(Mike pokes his head in.)
Mike: Am I interruptin' anything between the groom and the bride? ;)
Micky: Not yet. *grins*
*Lauren whacks his arm.*
Mike: Good. Chief Inspector Hamtilton wants to talk to Mick, if he's up for it. Eugenia has dinner on the table in the garden, and Em wants to discuss the wedding plans.
Micky: Don't want much, do you, Mike?
Mike: (Crosses his arms, but he's smiling) I want the same thing everyone else around here wants. I want to see you two hitched and us fed and back relatively safe and sound in California, before we run into anymore lunatics with unfufilled sexual desires.
Micky: I'll talk to the Inspector, then get supper, then talk to Em. How's that?
Mike: (Nods) That's fine. Em wants to talk to Lauren about the wedding, anyway. I think she's even more nervous about this than you two, in some ways. (Shrugs) My wedding was a bit of a hasty affair. I think I was drunk for most of it.
Lauren: I don't think the nervousness has set in yet. Check with me later. *grins*
Mike: Nahh, you're just happy to have Micky back safe and relatively sound. We all are. (Grins at Mick) I guess you're not quite yourself yet, Mick. You aren't bouncing off walls and you haven't blown up half the house. ;)
Micky: *shakes his head lightly* Mike, Mike, Mike... *gets up slowly* I'm up! That's a start. ;-)
Lauren: Moving is another problem. *grins*
Mike: (Sighs) I still don't know what the hell we're going to do about that. Em won't sleep with us, and we've tried sleeping with each other. It doesn't work.
Lauren: *nods* I've been trying to figure that out myself.
Mike: (Nods) I talked to Mrs. Purdy before we left. She said she has a garage apartment for rent behind her house. It's not big and it's nowhere close to new - her house is over a hundred years old - but it's probably cheap, and Mrs. Purdy is an ok lady. She's always bringin' in food and chatterin' about her garden and her cocker spaniel Duke. You guys will still come around for rehearsals and to the beach, of course. ;)
Micky: There's an idea. *gives Lauren a look*
Lauren: That could work. *smiles* Of course, Mike!
Emma: (From on the steps) Mike, is Micky up and around yet?
Micky: He's up, but he isn't quite around yet. *grins*
Mike: (Leans out the door) We'll be down in a minute, Em! (Shakes his head) Em and I just finished talkin' to the Inspector. Apparently, they've apprehended Shrink and his boys. Shrink still doesn't think that what he did to the missin' men was wrong. He says all he was doin' was guardin' his factory. Martinelli's givin' him an earful about that. Martinelli was all for killin' those guys, but his way is to just fill them with lead. (Makes a face) Martinelli's an asshole, but at least he's a mostly sane asshole, which is more than I can say for the people he worked with. He claims the tank was Shrink's idea, too, and it was planned long before that afternoon.
Micky: Figures. *makes a face*
Mike: Martinelli wanted to either fill us with lead or sell us to high-priced brothels in Eastern Europe and Asia after the "lady" got finished with us, but the Lady Plaisir took a shine to Micky and wouldn't let him. Apparently, lady or no lady, he and Shrink planned to go through with sellin' us anyway.
*Micky rolls his eyes.*
Mike: What the Lady thought of all this, we'll never know. I think Martinelli realized that the Lady was already beyond gone. That's why he planned on going through with sellin' us, with or without her knowlege. He was gonna make money offa us and run off before she could try "experimentin'" on him, too.
Micky: Might as well make a profit, huh. Good grief.
Emma: (Peeks in) Hey, guys, Eugenia's dying to feed people, and the Inspector just got through talking with Davy and Grandfather Sebastian.
Mike: I was just fillin' these two in. The Inspector can give them the rest.
Micky: I'm dying to be fed! *raises a hand*
Mike: Eugenia said she'd save an extra couple of plates of food just for you. ;)
Micky: *grins* Okay. May as well not keep the Inspector waiting much longer...
Emma: (Grins) Come on, guys. Let's get this over with. We have a wedding to prepare for! :D
(All four troop downstairs. Micky goes into the parlor to talk to the Chief Inspector and Mike goes into the kitchen.)
Emma: (Stops briefly in the living room on their way to the kitchen) Lauren, are you guys sure you're up for the wedding? We could always postpone it if Micky isn't up to par.
Lauren: *shakes her head* No, he's up for it, all right. Well, I'm not sure if he'll be standing for it yet or not...*grins* but he definitely wants to have it tomorrow.
Emma: (Nods, smiling) Ok! (More nervously) I hope I know what I'm doing. I've never helped to plan anything this big before. The last time I went to a wedding was about four or five years ago. Two friends of my parents were getting married...and the bridesmaids were the bride's eight and ten-year-old daughters. :)
Emma: Nice girls, too. They were friends of my brother. I used to baby-sit them a lot. :)
Lauren: Well, Mick doesn't want much, just two large cakes. One for the two of us, and one for everyone else. ;-)
Emma: (Bursts out laughing) That's Mick, all right. I don't know how well I'll manage two large cakes, but I'll see what I can do. Eugenia already said she'd make the hors d'oeurves, and Mike and Davy have called California to ask some friends of them to help get the pad set up for the party when we get back. Pete's dying to do the music, and Davy wants to be best man. :)
Lauren: Naturally. ;-) We... well, I picked the song.
Emma: Oooh, which one did you pick? :)
Lauren: Even though I absolutely love "Love Light", I thought "I'll Spend My Life With You" would be a better wedding song. :-)
Emma: Oh, awesome! That's so pretty! :)
Lauren: *smiles* I'm very proud of myself. It's perfect!
Emma: Grandfather Sebastian said he'd be honored to give the bride away. :)
Lauren: *blushes* Awe, that's sweet of him!
Emma: Mike's recruiting Darien and his buddies as ushers, and Holly asked to be flower girl. She's quite fond of Peter, too. She and Trista are out there now, listening to him play Bach. :)
Lauren: That's sweet. :-) Geez, you guys have been busy. ;-)
Emma: We were inundated by requests the moment we got back. Everyone wants to talk to the bride and groom, too. :)
Lauren: Tell them to take a number. *winks*
Eugenia: (From the kitchen) Suppah's on, kids!
Emma: Come on. Eugenia's got hot beef stew and home-made bread with peach cobbler on the table. :)
Lauren: That sounds so good! I'm starved!
(The two girls walk into the kitchen happily and join the other guys, who sit at the table while Eugenia bustles around them.)
Eugenia: (Fussing, putting plates and bowls in front of the kids) Oh, goodness, ask for anything you want! You poor duckies deserve it, aftah the day you've had! There are rumors flyin' around the estate like ducks in the wintah, there are!
Mike: (Digging into his second bowl of stew) Aw, Eugenia, weren't nuthin...
Davy: (Raises his eyebrows and reaches for bread) Weren't nuthin'? We were almost killed, shredded, brainwashed, and sold into prostitution, and he said it weren't nuthin'!
Peter: (Shrugs and dantily cuts the beef in his stew) Well, it was SOMETHING....
Lauren: Something all right...
Eugenia: (Grins and puts bowls in front of the girls) And you two were bloomin' 'eroines, I 'eard! Saved them boys from bein' carried away, you did! You girls deserve to be made Dames of honah by the Queen 'erself! :D
Emma: (Grins and digs into her soup) Wow, thanks, Eugenia!
Lauren: Really? *grins, then digs in her bowl*
Eugenia: Really! I've 'eard some of the worst things went on in that factory! All them poor workahs, turned into robots servin' that beastly Lady Plaisir...and that weren't even 'er real name!
Peter: No, it was Nora. She didn't like men, so she wanted to make them suffer.
Emma: She went WAAAAAYYY overboard doing it, though.
Lauren: She was so overboard, she was at the bottom of the ocean!
(Micky comes in and flops down in a chair next to Lauren.)
Micky: Hi, babe. Hey, gang, what are we talkin' about? (Eugenia puts a huge, steaming bowl of stew in front of Micky, who eats it up greedily)
Eugenia: And you (pats Micky's back as he practically inhales the food), you poor boy, that Lady Plaisir ought to be thrown in the clink and nevah let out, aftah the things they say she did to you!
Mike: Too late, Eugenia. The Lady Plaisir went to her deserved reward when she tried for Micky one too many times and accidentally went flyin' into her own TV.
(Peter turns pale at the mention of this. Emma notices his expression and makes a face.)
Lauren: *shrugs* I ducked, and she went running into it.
Emma: Could we not discuss that at the dinner table? You guys are worse than my sisters!
Lauren: *sighs* There are happier things to talk about, too! *glances at Micky, who's practically licking his bowl clean*
Eugenia: (Beams) That's right, the weddin'! I ain't been to a good weddin' since me sistah got married three years ago! I can't wait to 'elp get you two ready.
Mike: I've been to one wedding, and it was my own.
Lauren: Never been to one, so the help will be greatly appreciated.
Davy: I almost made me sistah's weddin'.
Peter: I went to some weddings in Connecticut.
Emma: I've been to one wedding, but I was a guest, not a participant.
Micky: *holds up his bowl* Can I get more?
Eugenia: Of course! 'Ave all you want, you poor duckling! You must be stahved, aftah your long day! (Pours a big spoonful into Micky's bowl)
Micky: *grins* Thanks, Eugie!
Lauren: Maybe you oughtta just leave the rest of that in front of him, Eugenia. ;-)
Eugenia: 'Ow 'bout we compromise, luv? (Puts the bowl in the middle of the group)
Lauren: *grins, refilling her bowl* That'll work!
Emma: You bet! (Refills her bowl as well)
Peter: Eugenia, you make the best stew I've ever tasted. (Also refills his bowl)
Davy: Eugenia is the best cook in the world. She nevah minded it when I would come down 'ere to watch 'er make all the goodies. :)
Emma: (Grins) Come on, guys! We've got a wedding to plan!
Mike: (Gets up and puts an arm on Lauren and Mick, who grins at each other) And these kids are rarin' to go! ;)
Micky: You bet your wool hat. *grins*
*Lauren snickers, shaking her head.*
(We see the wedding preparations to the tune of "When Love Comes Knockin' (At Your Door)." Mike directs Darien and his four buddies in decorating the rose garden and setting up chairs.)
(Emma makes her way around Eugenia in the kitchen as the plump blonde woman cooks up little snacks for the wedding guests. We see Emma mixing up cake batter and having to slap Micky and Lauren's fingers away from the cake, then from the icing. The cake is a bit lopsided, much to Emma's annoyance.)
(Cut to Peter playing "Here Comes the Bride" for Holly, who giggles in delight.)
(Back to Mike and the boys. All five boys are tangled in streamers and crape paper, much to Mike's frustration. He goes to help untangle them...but they pull him in as Davy and Grandfather Sebastian come out, shaking their heads.)
(Back to Emma and the cakes. They're both huge sheet cakes, and Emma's doing her best to decorate both. The largest has a very wobbly "Congratulations, Micky and Laur"....the "Lauren" is blurred, thanks to Mike, who takes a swipe of icing. Emma chases him out with a spatula.)
(Cut to Davy fussing over Micky, who wears his white outfit from the "Circle Sky" sequence in "Head." Micky is still wearing his sneakers; Davy's trying to get him into white dress shoes, without success.)
(The song finally ends as we get to the girls on the other side of the house, where Emma is doing the same to Lauren.)
Emma: (Pulls at the collar of Lauren's ruffled, Victorian-style blouse over good pants) Lauren, I want you to look perfect! (Emma herself wears her peach gown trimmed with purple-and-white flowers and swiss polka-dots and white sandals, her hair in a bun with a purple satin ribbon)
Lauren: *whines* It's too much fuss, Em!
Emma: Now, now, I just want you to look nice! (Straightens her lavender and white veil for the fortieth time and sighs) I guess I'm just nervous.
Lauren: Try being on this side of the veil!
Emma: (Laughs) No thank you, honey, I'll leave that to you. (Sighs) I don't know how Mike and my folks did it. This is really awkward. (Sighs) To think, only yesterday, you and I were just walking on the beach, goofing off and wonderin' what we were going to do with our lives...and now, here we are! (Sighs) They grow up so fast! ;)
Lauren: *her eyebrows arch* You sure it wasn't just yesterday? ;-)
Emma: (laughs) Feels like it, doesn't it? ;)
Lauren: *laughs nervously* Yeah.
Emma: Don't worry, baby. Micky's a good man, and he loves you, and you love him. Everything's gonna be ok. Mike told you about Mrs. P's offer, right?
Lauren: Yeah. I'm fine with that. I'm just worried about staying conscious through the whole ceremony!
Emma: Davy and I will be there to hold you up! ;)
(Mike sticks his head in.)
Mike: The guests are ready, girls. The groom is as ready as he's gonna get. ;)
Lauren: *lopsided grin* Why doesn't that surprise me? ;-)
Emma: (Nods) Well, come on. We've got to meet the others down at the Rose Garden.
Lauren: I'm coming, I'm coming!
Mike: (As Lauren goes downstairs, veil trailing behind her, he takes Emma's arm) Man, it feels like only yesterday, those kids were chasin' each other, and now here they are, man and wife. (Sighs) They're leavin' us, Em.
Emma: (Shakes her head as the two walk downstairs) No, they aren't, Mike. Family never really leave. ;) (The two walk to the garden arm in arm.)
(Mike goes to Peter, who sits at the piano. Holly is first in a simple purple summer dress, carrying a basket of flowers. Emma follows, carrying a small bouquet of purple and white roses. She sits down in front as Grandfather Sebastian comes in with the bride. Micky stands next to the priest, a tall, young fellow with a shy smile. Davy is with him, also in his white "Circle Sky" outfit. Lauren finally comes up to them and Davy and Grandfather Sebastian go and sit next to Emma up front. Eugenia is crying already, as is Trista.)
Priest: (As Micky and Lauren take each other's hands) George Michael Dolenz, Jr., do you take Lauren Beth Miller to be your lawful wedded wife?
Micky: *grins* You bet I do!
Priest: (Chuckles) And Lauren Beth Miller, do you take George Michael Dolenz, Jr. to be your lawful wedded 'usband, in sickness and health and all that?
Lauren: *gives the priest a strange look, then smiles* I do!
Priest: (Hiccups) I now pronounce you two kids husband and wife! (Grins at Micky) You may kiss the bride. A lot. ;)
Davy: (Grins) Don't need to tell 'im twice, Reverend!
Emma: (Sighs) This is so beautiful!
Micky: Woo hoo!!! *takes Lauren in his arms, dips her, and kisses her deeply*
(Grandfather and the guests clap and cheer. Peter bawls into Mike's arms, and even Mike's got tears running down his cheeks. Holly jumps into Trista's arms, and the two beam. Emma stands and claps for all she's worth. Davy wolf-whistles. Even Anna Maria smiles at Davy from her place in back; he catches her eyes and gives her the Jones grin.)
(The two run down the aisle together as the guests stand and Peter plays "I'll Spend My Life With You." We see a montage of Micky and Lauren together...chasing each other in "Dream World," Micky surprising Lauren with the ring in "Wild West Monkees," Lauren helping Micky after he gets sick in "Boardwalk Ballyhoo," the two on the camping trip when he sings "Love Light.")
(Emma finds Lauren and finally gives her a big hug.)
Emma: Congratulations, sweetie!
Lauren: Thanks, Em! I'm still on my feet! *laughs*
Mike: (As he and Peter join them.) You're doing better than me. I still don't remember what happened after Phyl and I said "I do" and we went down the aisle. ;)
Peter: (Grabs Micky and Lauren in a huge hug) That was SOOOOOOOOOOOOO gorgeous! You two are going to be very happy together! :D :x:((
Micky: Happier if you don't crush us first, Big Peter!
Davy: (Grins) Um, Petah, you might want to let them go sometime. ;)
Peter: (Drops them; they look a bit worse for the wear) Oh, sorry, I just got excited! :)
Lauren: I can breathe again! *grins*
Anna Maria: (Puts her arm around Davy) Hi, guys! That was really sweet! I wish you all the best of luck! (Shakes both their hands. Lauren can't help noticing she wears a red-and-white-polka-dot dress and bow that makes her look rather like a certain cartoon character...) ;)
Davy: I'm gonna see Anna Maria the next time we're in England.
Anna Maria: The factory is staying open. Lauretta is the new head foreman, and there's talk of us being sold to the BBC or some American film studio.
Mike: (Puts his arms around the two newlyweds) Well, guys, I just called California. Seems they're dyin' to greet Mr. and Mrs. George Michael Dolenz, Jr. there, too. ;)
Peter: (Scratches his head) Couldn't they just say "hi" on the phone?
Micky: My only complaint about this is hearing "George" so much. *grins*
Emma: After this, Mick, we swear you'll never have to hear it again. ;)
Micky: Good!
Mike: Unless Lauren gets really mad at you. ;)
*Lauren just grins.*
Micky: You wouldn't do that, would you, babe?
Lauren: Might consider it. ;-)
Davy: (Crosses his arms) I think she would, Mick. It'll keep you in line, anyway. ;)
Mike: Might be just what you need, boy. ;-)
Micky: *sticks his tongue out at Mike* Boy? ;-)
Davy: (Punches Mike lightly in the arm) Yeah, 'e's married now, Mike!
Peter: They're really not kids anymore, guys, so don't call them kids!
Emma: (Sniffles) I guess they aren't, are they? (Sighs) I feel like a real mama bear who's seeing all her cubs leave the den one by one. :) :((
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* We're not exactly leaving, Em.
Mike: You're movin' out, ain't ya?
Peter: But they'll be down the street!
Micky: Only to Mrs. Purdy's apartment. *grins*
(Mike puts his arms around Emma, who wipes at her eyes with the back of her arm.)
Grandfather Sebastian: (Comes in, smiling) Oh, there you are! The guests are wondering if you're ready to cut the cake.
Mike: If it's edible, Micky's ready for it. ;)
Micky: Of course! Lead me to it!
Davy: (Elbows Lauren) Think you can handle that stomach, Laur?
Lauren: I hope so. *shakes her head, chuckling*
(Davy whispers something into Micky's ear as they head for the Rose Garden. Micky grins wickedly.)
(The group arrives in the garden. Trista and Serena wheel out a big table filled with the two big cakes. The decorations on both cakes are done in purple-and-white icing and are wobbly but there. One cake says "Congrat.lat.s M.ck. . Laur")
Emma: (Blushes and whispers to Lauren) Sorry, honey. People kept taking swipes at the icing! I couldn't keep the boys' hands out! :P
Lauren: I'm surprised this much survived. :-)
(Eugenia hands Micky the cake-cutter.)
Eugenia: (Still sniffling) 'Ere you go, 'oney. It's a tradition for the bride and groom to cut the first piece togethah.
Mike: And then they're supposed to feed it to each other. ;)
Lauren: They cut together because the groom usually needs supervision. *grins*
(That gets a laugh from everyone but the groom, who tries to look annoyed when he's really amused, and Mike, who just rolls his eyes.)
Micky: (He and Lauren cut the cake together as cameras flash and people clap) Well, folks, here's to a lifetime of eating together! Here's cake in your eye, babe! (Grins and smooshes the cake in Lauren's face)
Lauren: *licks her lips* Good cake. *picks up a piece and smooshes it in Micky's face* What do you think, curly?
Micky: (Grins, licking some off his nose as people either look at them funny or double over laughing, depending on how well they know them or how "refined" they are) I think this stuff is tasty! (Points at his best man) And before you ask, it was Davy's idea. ;)
Davy: (As Lauren takes a slice of cake and starts toward him) Now, 'old on a minute, Laur...
Lauren: I was wondering what he was whispering about. *grins at Davy* C'mere, Dave!
(Davy squeaks and starts to take off, but Lauren gets him before he can.)
Lauren: How do you like it!? *laughs*
Davy: (Pulls some of the cake off with his fingers) I think Emma's quite a cook, but it's gonna be 'ell on my white suit. ;)
Mike: (Grins and picks up a slice of cake) Hey, is this a private food fight, or can anyone join in? ;)
Peter: (Jumps up from the piano, grinning wickedly) Oh, boy! ;)
Emma: (As Mike advances on her) Mike, I'll never cook for you again if you ruin my dress...
Lauren: See what you've started, Davy! *laughs*
Grandfather Sebastian: Now, now, children...(but Peter, who threw his cake at Mike, aims wrong and hits Grandfather right in the chest)
Grandfather: Oh! This is a good suit!
Peter: (Sobs) Oh, I'm sorry!
Grandfather: I...I...(picks up a slice of cake and smooshes into Peter's face)...I want to give you some, young man! ;) (Licks his own lips, prying an icing rose off his cheek) Hmmm, not bad. Tastes rather of violet. :)
Emma: Miiiiiikkkkeee! (Runs off, Mike chasing her with a slice of cake)
Micky: *grabs another piece of cake, yells* FOOD FIGHT!!!
(This launches us into a quick-time food fight. The maids, Darien, and his four buddies happily join in. The more "refined" guests scatter, ducking around corners or under chairs and tables.)
(Emma comes running back in, her face - but not dress - covered with cake. Now she's chasing Mike with cake, as he has none on him yet. She finally corners him by the table and smooshes cake on his face, or as much as she can, as he's wearing his glasses. He takes off his glasses, she takes off hers, and they both end up laughing so hard, they can barely talk.)
(Eugenia and Grandfather Sebastian mischeviously smear food all over each others' faces. Grandfather turns around...and into another piece of cake, this one held by an already cake-ized Lady Carlisle, who grins at him.)
(As the quick-time fight ends, the maids and Darien are sweeping up the mess, and the six kids, Grandfather, Eugenia, and Lady Carlisle stand around the table, eating the hors 'd overs and the remains of the cake and laughing hard.)
Lady Carlisle: (Grins) Well, I will say this for you kids, you sure know 'ow to liven up social functions! ;)
Eugenia: (Giggles) I ain't 'ad so much fun since me 'usband and I went to Brighton and got caught neckin' undah the boardwalk! ;)
Micky: *shrugs, grinning* Didn't want it to be boring. ;-)
Grandfather: (Laughs and pulls icing off his face) I doubt life with the six of you would ever be boring, Micky. ;)
Lauren: *jerks a thumb at Micky* Or with just him!
Mike: (Grins and pries pieces of cake off his lenses) Crazy, nerve-wracking, unpredictable, but never borin'. ;)
Micky: *sticks his tongue out at Lauren, then wipes a dab of frosting off Lauren's cheek* Mine! *eats it* Good frosting, Em!
Emma: (Grins; she's wiping off her own glasses) Thanks, Mick! It must be good. I think half the household took swipes of it at one time or another. ;)
Davy: Sure beats the last party we 'ad at the pad. Micky didn't 'ave to wear a dress this time. ;)
Mike: Oh, yeah, right, the chaperone thing.
Micky: *nods* That's right!
Peter: I didn't see Tarzan or Mr. Clean this time!
Lauren: *grins* Thank goodness!
Emma: (Winks at Micky) Did you ever give back the ring? ;)
Micky: Of course I did! *looks like he's thinking about it*
Davy: (Slugs Micky) You were interested in goin' with that General for a minute, Mick, admit it. ;)
Micky: He was talking about Venice, Dave!
Grandfather: (He and Lady Carlisle raise their eyebrows) You never mentioned a chaperone party, Davy.
Davy: (Fiddles with his tie) Well, Grandfather, it's a long story...
Grandfather: How many other things haven't you told me about your adventures, young man?
Davy: Well...
Peter: Did you ever tell him about the time I sold my soul to the Devil?
Lady Carlisle: What?
Mike: (Crossing his arms) And there was the time Davy almost got married to some hillbillly chick who thought he was cute. Almost got all of us killed.
Davy: Now, 'ey there, that weren't my fault! I was goin' for 'elp, and she just grabbed me! She pretty much jumped on all of us!
Emma: (Glares at Mike) All of us?
Peter: Or the time we were playing that sweet sixteen gig and almost lost it because the birthday girl was so into you, she couldn't take her history final!
Davy: Now, she was a nice girl, too, and it weren't my fault she got 'ung up on me...
Mike: Or the Fern incident.
Davy: (Makes a face) Don't even start with me there, Mike.
Grandfather: Fern?
Peter: Her mother was almost as nuts as Lady Plaisir! She wanted Davy to dance with her daughter on the Hack Amateur Hour, but she tricked him...and us!
Davy: 'ey, you guys weren't much bettah than Fern and me...and you sabotaged us, anyway!
Peter: I would have been great if I could have gotten that milk trick to work!
Micky: Only because you deserved it, Dave.
Mike: Yes, you did deserve it, boy. You were acting like a complete jerk over that girl. You coulda broken up the band.
Grandfather: Davy, what have I told you about chasing young women?
Davy: (Squirms) I know, Grandfathah, but...
Grandfather: (Frowns) How many more incidents like this have there been?
Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Too many.
Lauren: *grins evilly* There was April...
Peter: And the Middle Eastern princess...
Emma: Didn't you fall for that girl at the Rockathon, Dave?
Grandfather: Middle Eastern princess? How on earth...
Davy: 'Ey, she practically kidnapped me!
Peter: He even had a big blonde girl on his knee in my fairy tale dream!
Mike: Oh, yes, and he was chasin' girls all while we were in Vegas. Could barely get him or Micky to concentrate on the gig.
Micky: Hey! *glares at Mike*
Mike: Your mind was on the slots and spendin' our rent money, not chicks.
Lauren: *chuckles* I love watching him sweat that one!
Emma: And what about you? (Frowns at Mike) I seem to hear about you chasing a few luscious lovelies in Vegas yourself, Mr. Nesmith! (Pokes his chest) What do you have to say to that?
Mike: Well, I...
Davy: (Grins) She's got you there, Mike. You did as much girl-chasing as the rest of us durin' that trip. ;)
Mike: Well, it was Vegas, and we almost got arrested, and I wasn't thinkin' straight.
Micky: And what's your real excuse? *grins*
Grandfather: Almost arrested?
Lady Carlisle: (Sighs) Another long story, I suppose?
Mike: (Emma is giving him looks that would chill Death Valley in July) Em, it's the same deal as it was with Mick! I was just foolin' around, and this is before we met you girls!
Emma: (Crosses her arms and pouts) I'll give you that. As far as I know, you haven't gone as off the deep-end as Davy.
Davy: And don't forget Petah and the Druvanian Ballerina! (Fingers his chin) Still don't know what she saw in 'im.
Peter: Well, it can't be you in every story, Davy! (Sighs) She was a little too much for me! Those eastern Europeans are too passionate!
Micky: They dance funny, too.
Mike: (Scratches his head) When the heck did that happen?
Grandfather: Druvanian ballerina?
Davy: You just went into the 'ospital to 'ave your tonsils taken out. It was right aftah the alien cloned Micky.
Grandfather: Cloned him?
Lauren: *grins* Too bad the clone didn't want to stay on Earth.
Lady Carlisle: Now, really, kids, you shouldn't watch so much strange sci-fi.
Peter: (Shakes his head) No, this really happened! True story! These weird aliens made a robot clone of Micky and sent him to earth to create distruction and wreak havoc, but we re-wired him and made him our friend! :)
Mike: (Shakes his head) If it was anyone else, I wouldn't believe it, but given everything else we've been through, it doesn't surprise me.
Grandfather: No wonder Stanton insisted on going to you kids about this. Davy, you never told me about any of this in our letters.
Davy: (Looks at the floor) I didn't want you to worry, and I knew you would. We've had some seriously strange things happen, sometimes dangerous.
Peter: Like that biker rally!
Grandfather: (Raises his eyebrows) David's quite fond of motorcycles, and he tells me that Mike and Micky are, too. I would think you'd enjoy a pleasant bit of time with your fellow cyclists.
Mike: Would have been more pleasant if we hadn't almost gotten killed by a big group of nasty cyclists who were coming through town.
Micky: Peter couldn't get his moped started.
Peter: (Frowns) I don't know what was wrong with it!
Micky: You're supposed to peddle it, Peter.
Peter: I am?
Micky: *nods* Yes, you were.
Mike: (Shakes his head) Next time, Pete, I'll have a side car and you can ride with me.
Peter: Ohhhhhhhh! (Looks embarrassed, then perks up at Mike's suggestion) Ok! :)
Lauren: And no more trying to karate chop tables... *turns a pointed glare* Micky!
Lady Carlisle: Karate chopping tables? Biker groups? I next expect you kids to say you've headed off an alien invasion!
Mike: (Grins) Been there, done that. ;)
Micky: Got the t-shirt. ;-)
Grandfather: (Looks expectantly at Davy) More aliens?
Davy: That's an even longah story, Grandfathah, but it basically 'ad to do with a plant who needed to go 'ome.
Emma: (Can't help giggling) He needed to phone home. ;)
Lady Carlisle: I know people keep looking for signs of intelligent life out there...but intelligent plant life?
*Lauren laughs so hard she has to lean on Micky to keep from falling over.*
Peter: And that Wizard Glick! (Frowns) He looked kind of familiar...so did the Devil...and Millie Rudnick....
Mike: Pete, I doubt they're all the same person. (Rolls his eyes)
Emma: (Still giggling) No, not all the same person...three different people. ;)
Lady Carlisle: It sounds like you kids will literally go to hell and back for each other!
Mike: Been there, done that, too. Got the T-Shirt and the baseball hat. ;)
Peter: They stuck their necks into the fire for me! :D
Micky: It got pretty darn hot, too! ;-)
Mike: We really thought we were going to lose Pete for a while there.
Grandfather: What was this about being arrested?
Mike: Which time are you talkin' about?
Grandfather: You've been in jail more than once?
Micky: There was the ghost town...
Mike: And the time those jerks set us up with that phony movie studio...
Peter: And we were arrested because Micky won all that money in Vegas and it was stolen! :o
Micky: Except we didn't know that!
Mike: Yeah, I'm still pissed off about that. The cop who arrested us was breakin' the law almost as bad as the gangsters who set the whole darn thing up in the first place. He really had no right to make us sign somethin', then just bring us in.
Emma: Let's put it this way. Between what the guys have gone through and what we've all gone through together, we're all just very happy to be standing here, now, and having this converstation. :)
Davy: Micky once mentioned 'avin' a nice dream 'bout bein' chased in Paris. (Elbows Micky, who blushes)
Micky: *whines* Dave!
Lauren: How nice?
Davy: We were actors who weren't 'appy with our scripts, so we went ovah to Paris and got chased by girls. ;)
Emma: (Sighs and looks away from the boys, muttering) A bit too true to real life...
Mike: Man, I'm not an actor! I'm a musician!
Peter: Me, too!
Micky: I could be an actor.
Davy: And I've been an actor. That's 'ow I met the boys in the first place, Grandfathah, when that tour of "Olivah" I was on gave out in California and I didn't 'ave no place to go. Micky took me in, then Mike, and then we all found a place togethah. (Points over his shoulder) And I weren't any 'appier 'bout livin' with his sistahs then 'e was! 'Is mum is one of the nicest ladies in LA, but the kids don't keep their noses outta nothin'!
Mike: (Grins) I seem to remember hearin' these stories before we got the Pad. ;)
Micky: *nods* I'll admit it, my sisters were terrible! Man, privacy was not a thing to be had in that house.
Davy: And Mike were bein' grouchy all the time. I think I got two words outta 'im the whole time we lived together...unless 'e were showin' me 'ow to play guitar. ;)
Mike: Hey, I'd just gotten over a divorce! I wasn't exactly at a high point in my life!
Peter: I met you guys when you were at the restaurant I was working in. :)
Emma: Lauren and I met them when we brought back Micky's jacket one afternoon. ;)
Mike: Or was set up. ;)
Micky: *points at Davy* He left it out there! I tore up the whole Pad looking for it!
Davy: (Grins at Emma and Mike) We did it to further the course of true love!
Grandfather: (Chuckles) I did hear this story. ;)
Emma: Lauren didn't have the courage to talk to Micky on her own, so I kinda talked to Davy and friends of Davy's and had him leave Mick's jacket on the beach so Lauren could "find" it and have a reason to go to the Pad.
Lauren: *blinks* You set me up?
Emma: (She and Davy blush and look sheepish) Well, it was the only way we figured we'd get you two together.
Davy: We nevah meant any 'arm, luv. Just tryin' to 'elp.
Lauren: Well, I'll be snookered...and I was!
Micky: *slings an arm around Lauren's shoulders* See what you got out of it? *grins*
Emma: I wanted to talk to Mike, but I didn't know how. I'm always either working or writing, and if he wasn't preparing for a gig, he was inside, writing songs. Neither of us go out much. I thought it would be a great chance to meet him, too.
Lady Carlisle: (Chuckles) Well, I think it's very romantic.
Eugenia: (Sighs) It's almost bettah than one o' me romance novels! :x
Mike: (Sighs) I think we'd better be movin' along. They're holdin' a party for these guys back at the pad, and the bride and the groom should put in at least something of an appearance. ;)
Grandfather: (Sighs and puts his hands on Davy's shoulders) Davy, I'm going to miss you terribly, but I know you're in good hands here.
Davy: (Grins) Right, Grandfathah. I'm with my family (grins at the others) and no villain or lady on Earth or anywhere else will evah change that! :D
Mike: Damn straight, boy! :)
Eugenia: (sighs) I'm going to miss you all! It'll be so quiet around 'ere without the lot of you! (Bawls. Lady Carlisle hands her a handkerchief, which she accepts gratefully.)
Lady Carlisle: Look me up the next time you're in Manchestah, kids. I'll show you my stuffed animal collection. My husband is the owner of one of the largest teddy bear factories in the world. ;)
Emma: (Grins) Did I say I liked you, Lady Carlisle? ;)
Lauren: We will, we will! ;-)
Peter: I'll miss you too, Eugenia! This has been some strange trip!
Eugenia: But it just goes to show that the best things can come out of some of the worst calamities! (Goes back into the kitchen and emerges with a picnic basket) 'Ere's some sandwiches and leftovahs from the party the othah night. Should feed you all right propah for the next few weeks.
Emma: (Grins and juts a finger at the boys) With these guys around? We'll be lucky if it lasts the next few hours! ;)
Lauren: Or minutes, with Micky nearby. ;-)
Davy, Mike, and Peter: HEY!
Micky: I can't help being hungry! *grins, moving for the basket*
Emma: (Slaps Micky's finger - he's poking around in the basket) Save it for when we get home. :p
Micky: *pouts* I've already heard that line once in the last hour... *glances at Lauren, who looks around innocently*
(The kids burst out laughing, and even the adults chuckle)
Lady Carlisle: Bettah let these newlyweds get 'ome, so they can start in on the important stuff! ;)
Grandfather: (Smiles) Alice, you're terrible. ;)
Micky: *grins* I like the way she thinks!
Lady Carlisle: Thank you, Sebastian. I'm rathah proud of it. ;)
*Lauren covers her face with her hands, blushing and laughing.*
(Sebastian and Lady Carlisle follows Pearly, Darien, and Amarah, who carry their bags. The three vehicles sit out front.)
Davy: (Climbs into his jeep as Mike and Emma get on the bike and the others get in the MonkeeMobile) Thanks for everything, Grandfathah. We'll never forget this trip!
Grandfather: (Nods) I only wish it could have been more pleasant for you and your friends, David. (Smiles) But all's well that ends well, I suppose.
Mike: (Grumbles) Until the next time we get chased by some maniacal villain plotting to take over the world and our d...
(Emma elbows Mike before he can use the vulgarity.)
Pearly: Come around again soon, Dave! If anyone ever tries a wee bit of havoc like that, I'll 'elp you show them what a real Irishman's made of! ;)
Davy: We'll make sure to ask you along next time, Pearly. ;)
Peter: I hope we never have a trip like this again! (Grins) Except for the wedding, and the camping. :)
Mike: (Grins as he revvs up the motorcycle) I dunno, Pete. We've visitin' Mick's imagination next. God only knows what he's got in mind. (Grins at Emma) And you know I've got to save you at least five times in the next stories, Em.
Emma: (Winks) We'll see.
Micky: I don't understand why Mike is so worried about my imagination.
Lauren: Weeeeell.....
Davy: I 'ave a pretty good idea. I am your best friend, Mick. I know 'ow you think, which is pretty frightenin' now that I do think about it. ;)
Micky: Yeah, well, the way you think ain't no walk in the park, either!
Peter: Don't make us end up under mind control again! I didn't like that!
Micky: *shakes his head* No. No mind control. Don't worry, Big Peter. :-)
Peter: Oh, good! (Grins) I don't want to have more war nightmares!
Micky: *sighs* No war nightmares, either, Pete.
Emma: (Raises her eyebrows) Lauren, what do you and Mick have in mind for the next story?
Lauren: *matches Micky's grin* You'll see. ;-)
Davy: (The jeep is in front) Well, is everybody ready to go 'ome?
Micky: *leans on the horn, calls out to Davy* Move it, will you! *laughs*
Mike: Let's head out! (Emma throws her arms tightly around him)
(The group rides out in front of the estate. As they hit the gate and get on the highway, a blue light surrounds them...and when we see them again, the cars are riding along Beechwood, a few blocks from the Pad.)
Emma: (Opens her eyes) Groovy! :D
Micky: Home sweet home!
Davy: The imagination really is the best way to travel! ;)
Lauren: Cheaper, too. ;-)
Peter: We're home! We're home! (Hugs Lauren, since Micky's drving.)
*Micky smirks at Peter through the rear view mirror.*
Lauren: Peter, I can't breathe!
Peter: (Lets Lauen go and grins at Micky) I'll hug you when we get in the driveway. ;)
Micky: Something to look forward to.
Peter: Ooops. Guess I'm just happy to be back!
Lauren: *sucks in a breath* I'll say! ;-)
(All three vehicles finally pull up alongside the Pad...where several cars are already parked. Millie Ruddnick runs out with a plateful of cheesecake.)
Millie: (Waves) Hi, kids! Look what I brought as a wedding present! ;)
Mike: (Grins) Hi, Millie. Where's Larry?
Micky: Cheesecake! *jumps out of the MonkeeMobile*
Millie: (Hands the cheesecake to Micky, who runs inside with it, eyeing it greedily) He had to make some moving 'rounds, but he'll be around later. (Grins) Thanks for letting me handle the food! I haven't cooked for a crowd this big since my own wedding!
Nyles: (Pokes his head out) Hey, man! Great to see you home! (Nods at the car) Need help with the luggage, man?
Mike: We'll bring in what we can now and get the rest later, Nyles. Thanks anyway.
Nyles: Great, man! You gotta come in here! Party's really goin' great, man! (Goes back in)
Davy: (Shakes his head) Well, come on, gang. Let's party until we drop.
Peter: Or end up like Nyles. ;)
Lauren: Or run out of food. ;-)
Mike: Yeah, man, Micky's already in there! He's probably eaten half the house!
Lauren: *calling out* Micky, save some for us! *runs inside*
(The others drag their luggage in the Pad. There's already a pretty big crowd. There's the elderly neighbors, Micky's little sisters and mother, Lauren's parents, a bunch of Davy's girlfriends, Nyles, and many of the guys' fellow musicians. Millie is handing out food to the crowd with Mrs. Purdy and Mrs. Filcheck.)
Mike: Man, this place is already hoppin'!
Nyles: Couldn't wait to get the party started, man! (Grins dazedly) So, where's the bride and groom? I wanna tell them how awesome I think this whole marriage thing is!
("I'm a Believer" is playing on the jukebox in the background. A bunch of musicians are playing cards with Mr. Schneider...and losing rather badly. ;) )
Mike: (Shakes his head as he troops upstairs) Never met a dummy who could play like he can.
Peter: (Goes into the downstairs bedroom but looks up) Thank you!
Mike: I was talkin' 'bout Schneider.
Peter: Oh. (They both go into the bedrooms - Davy follows Peter. Emma heads for the basement.)
*Micky is piling a paper plate with food. He's already finished the cheesecake.*
Lauren: *walks over to him* You gonna stand by the food all night? *smirks*
Mrs. Flicheck: (Shakes her head) Now, now, Micky, you'll get sick if you keep eating like that!
Micky: I need my energy! *mows down a couple cookies*
Millie: (Grins) And you can't make love on a sick stomach. Trust me, it doesn't work. ;)
Lauren: *slaps a hand over her eyes* Millie *chuckles*, I doubt he's gonna listen. ;-)
Mrs. Filcheck: (Chuckles) He's always been like that. He used to finish his lunch before anyone else when he was in elementary school. (Grins) I was the lunch counter lady at George Washington Elementary for 30 years. I've known Micky since he was knee-high to Millie's cheesecake! ;)
Micky: *pauses in eating* Awe, Mrs. Filcheck!
Mrs. F: I can't believe you're all grown up and a married man now, Micky! Why, I can remember when you were telling jokes in the school cafeteria and making the milk come out of your nose! (Grins) I always wanted one of you kids to tell me how you did that. ;)
Micky: *blushing* Uh, well, it takes alot of practice!
Davy: (He has his arms around one of the female guests) 'E's got a lot of amazin' talents, Mrs. Filcheck.
Peter: (Frowns) Where's Mike and Emma?
Davy: (Shrugs) They went out for a walk on the beach. Said the party was gettin' to be too much for them.
Micky: Party poopers!
Nyles: When are those two gettin' hitched?
Peter: I don't think they ever will. Mike's scared of making another mistake, and Emma's just scared.
Millie: (Shrugs) Took me three years the first time...and then another fourteen after the first time died. Rome wasn't built in a day, you know.
Peter: (Sighs) They really love each other, though. They're just not used to showing it.
Lauren: They'll be okay. They've got each other, and that's what really counts.
(We cut to Emma and Mike, both of them on the beach, holding their shoes in one hand and each other's hands in the other. Mike wears his "Circle Sky" white suit.)
Mike: (He's laughing) You guys didn't!
Emma: (Grins) We did. We used to run around and play Tag and Blind-Man's Bluff inside when Mom and Dad weren't home. We got to be very good at covering our tracks. (Sighs) I miss that, sometimes. The girls and I used to tell stories together on hot days, usually based around whatever we were into at the time. Came out sounding like a really bad kids' action show, but it was fun. :)
Mike: You're lucky. I grew up alone, pretty much. I wasn't all that popular at school, and I didn't have any brothers or sisters.
Emma: Mike, for all the fun I had with the girls, there were times when I couldn't relate to them at all. We fought like cats and dogs when we weren't inventing stories. They both had their friends they used to hang out with, and I had no one. All my friends had parents in the Coast Guard and moved out of town. (Sighs) I guess I stopped trying to make friends after that.
Mike: At least both your folks were there. My mom left my dad when I was a kid.
(Mike picks up a stone and throws it. Emma picks it up and throws it, and it skips.)
Mike: (Shakes his head) I've never been much good at that.
Emma: (Grins) It's all in the wrist. (Sighs) Mike, I love Dad, but he wasn't around half the time, either. He's a commercial fisherman. He was always on the ocean.
Mike: When I met, Phyl, something inside of me just...snapped. Like I knew she was the one, just by seein' her. I asked her to marry me right away. (Makes a face) It was probably a mistake. I don't know if we were in love or what, but we fought something horrible and ended up mutually ending the relationship. I think she moved back in with her brother somewhere in Burbank to be in their band, or somethin'. I don't see much of her anymore.
Emma: Mike, I don't know much about marriage. I don't even know much about love.
Mike: You don't seem to have a problem lovin' the guys and me and Lauren.
Emma: (Shakes her head) That's not what I mean. (Turns to the ocean and sighs)Love means having to give something of yourself. Love means getting hurt. I've been hurt before, and I'm not ready to be hurt again.
Mike: Not always, Em. Look at Micky and Lauren. They're so much in love, it's almost disgusting, and they've only argued once...over a very sensible issue.
Emma: (Looks out to sea) I don't fight well.
Mike: (Crosses his arms and watches as the breeze blows through the loose strands on the back of her neck) You coulda fooled me.
Emma: With you, it's different.
Mike: Why?
Emma: (Sighs) 'Cause you're so stubborn! It's not like trying to argue with my sisters.
Mike: I guess I'm just used to gettin' my own way.
Emma: Me, too. That's partially why my sisters and I fought so much. One person wanted to do things a certain way and the others didn't, so we'd fight and end up in our rooms, pouting. (shrugs)
Mike: (Grins) There's a difference now!
Emma: (Laughs) Yeah. I actually win sometimes.
Mike: Only because I let you. (Watches her as the sun starts setting) Em, you look so pretty like that, with the sun in your hair...it's like one of those really corny old love songs on my 78s. ;)
Emma: (Smiles) Sometimes, the corniest love songs are the best.
(Mike hesitantly goes to her, takes her in his arms, and kisses her.)
Emma: Mike, don't... (ends up kissing him back)
Mike: God, Em, I wish you knew how wonderful you are. You just don't have any confidence.
Emma: (Sighs) I'm not wonderful, and I don't deserve you. I'm just some plain child.
Mike: There are times when I wonder what some Texan hooligan is doin' with a woman as elegant and pretty as you. You're so damn smart, always with your nose in those books and your long words. I read car magazines. I've seen you readin' books longer than the Bible!
Emma: (Pulls away) God, Mike, I'm scared to death of you!
Mike: Of me?
Emma: You're so smart and so in control. You always know what to say and do, and you never panic or lose your cool. I fly into hysterics at the least thing, I panic at the drop of a guitar pick, I'm fat and plain. Just ask the guys in Wildwood who lean out their doors and tell me how fat and ugly I am!
Mike: You shouldn't let them get to you. They don't know nothin' 'bout you, darlin'.
Emma: I just don't like being treated that way. I want respect. I need respect.
Mike: (Kisses her neck) I respect you. (Grins) You'd probably whack me over the head with that hockey stick of yours if I didn't. The guys respect you, too, and so does Lauren.
Emma: Mike, this is serious!
Mike: I am bein' serious, darlin'. I love you. (Sighs and takes her hand) It's just that, well, we don't have no money, and the band's not exactly burning up the charts, and the Pad's fallin' apart, and...
Emma: (Sighs) Mike, I don't care about being rich and famous. I prefer my privacy, and I'm not impressed by celebrities. All I ever wanted was a nice little place to write in and enough money to do it all the time.
Mike: (Holds her) I want to give you that, darlin'.
Emma: I want to give it to myself. (Looks up at him) Don't you think I wish you guys could find a nice little club where you could get a permanent gig? I know you love music as much as I love writing.
Mike: You can't do everything yourself.
Emma: (Smirks) I can do most things.
Mike: You can't fall in love by yourself. (Kisses her again; she sighs)
Emma: (Takes his hand) Come on, Mike. Let's go back to the party. I want to get some food and talk to the bride and groom before they head out on their honeymoon. :)
Mike: Did they ever decide where they were going to go?
Emma: (Grins) If they did, they didn't spread it around. Lauren didn't say anything to me, that's for sure. :) (They walk back, lost in their own thoughts, as we fade back to the Pad, where people are still partying. Micky and Lauren are shaking people's hands and receiving hugs and congratulations)
Mr. Bennett: (Smiles) Good luck, kids! My wife Louise and I were married for the best forty years of my life. :)
Micky: Thanks, Mr. Bennett. Maybe we can beat forty years. ;-)
Davy: (Grins) Wouldn't doubt it.
Millie: (Grins) Where are you kids goin' on your honeymoon? ;)
Peter: You never did tell us!
Lauren: I didn't? *feigns surprise* Well, we decided to try the great outdoors again, this time with a cabin. :-)
Micky: She won't tell me where it is, though.
Davy: (Grins) I suppose there'll be no bears and an unlisted phone numbah. ;)
Lauren: *grins* Exactly!
Peter: You wouldn't want to be eaten by a bear on your honeymoon! That wouldn't be fun! :p
Micky: No, it wouldn't, Pete. *shakes his head*
(Emma and Mike emerge at that moment, hand in hand, both looking thoughtful.)
Mike: (Makes his way through the crowd, with Emma close behind) Hey, guys. Ready to play?
Davy: Where 'ave you two been?
Emma: (shrugs) Just talkin' on the beach.
Mike: Nothin' excitin', Dave. We kept our clothes on. ;)
Micky: Still could've been more than talking...
Emma: (Makes a face) We kissed. That's all we did.
Micky: Ah HA!
Emma: You know my feelings on that subject.
Mike: Micky, don't go there.
Micky: *shrugs* Sorry, man. Gettin' kinda antsy. *grins*
*Lauren rolls her eyes.*
Mike: (Grins) How about we get your mind on somethin' besides that thing between your legs?
*Micky looks down, pretending to be clueless.*
Davy: (Laughs) Nice try, Mick, but you know darn well what 'e's talkin' 'bout. ;)
Mike: (Nods at the bandstand) How about the customary celebratory song? ;)
Emma: (Pushes through the crowd to the bandstand) And we certainly have enough to celebrate! :)
Micky: Hey, can you blame me for tryin'?
Peter: (Claps his hands) Oh, boy! Come on, guys! (Runs over to the bandstand)
Micky: C'mon, babe, looks like we won't get to leave until we play.
Lauren: *takes Micky's hand* Looks that way. ;-)
(The group manages to make their way to the stand, getting into their now-customary positions.)
Mike: (Looks at Micky and Lauren) How 'bout the bride and groom choose our next romp? Somethin' uptempo. :)
Micky: Uptempo, huh? *twirls his sticks*
Peter: Something fun!
Lauren: Oh, let's see. How about "Let's Dance On". :-)
Mike: (Sighs) What the hell. :)
Peter: Dance music! :D
Micky: You're just mad because I get the vocals!
Emma: (Grins) Might as well. The crowd is already on it's feet. :)
Mike: Yeah, well... (The song is counted off before Mike can launch into Micky.)
("Let's Dance On" is mostly shots of various people dancing ala "Here Come the Monkees" and "The Chaperone." Among the "guests" at the Pad are a woman in a very skimpy pink genie costume who keeps popping in and out and an attractive, slightly older woman in a witch outfit. Nyles tries to goose her, but she wiggles her nose and he turns into a yellow frog.)
(We briefly see Tony the Tiger gobbling up Frosted Flakes, then letting out a roar...which Micky then does, but louder.)
(Millie dances with Larry, Mrs. Purdy continues to give out food, Mrs. Flicheck dances with Mr. Bennett, and Babbitt runs through the scene, chased by Micky's two younger sisters.)
Babbitt: (Runs up to the kids as the song ends) Dolenz, I'll let you guys have a month's rent totally free if you'll get your mom to call off those brats! :o
Micky: Really?!
Mike: Well, he can't do that, seeing as he's not going to be livin' here shortly. ;)
Babbitt: Make it two months' rent then, and I'll fix that busted radiator.
Micky: C'mon, Mike, it's for you guys.
Mike: (Grins) Ok. Pete, why don't you take the girls? You're pretty good with kids.
Peter: (Puts aside the bass) Sure! (Grins) Come on, girls! Let's go play hide and seek in the bedroom! (He chases the giggling girls upstairs.)
Babbitt: (Lets out a sigh of relief) Thanks, guys. (Grins and takes Micky's hand) Oh, and congratulations, Dolenz. Glad to see one of you bums turned out to be somethin'.
Micky: Thanks, Mr. Babbitt, I think.
Babbitt: (Takes a box out of his pocket) I have a weddin' present for you kids.
Micky: You do?
(Hands the kids the largest box of Corn Flakes on the market.)
Babbitt: (Grins) I know somebody who works at the Kellogg's factory in downtown LA. Gives me tons of the stuff. ;)
Lauren: Now all we need is a huge carton of orange juice. ;-)
Micky: Wow, thanks, Mr. Babbitt! *grins*
Babbitt: Just don't drag anymore horses inside, ok?
Davy: (Grins) I'll be more careful the next time a little boy asks me to watch 'is pet. ;)
Babbitt: And no dogs. You know my rules.
Mike: Don't worry, Babbitt. Micky's movin' out. ;)
*Micky sticks his tongue out at Mike.*
Babbitt: No more warewolves, either. (Looks around) By the way, you kids wouldn't have seen that Mrs. Arcadian around anywhere, would you? I've asked everywhere in Philadelphia, and no one has ever heard of her!
(Davy, Emma, and Mike put hands over their mouths or turn away to hide their giggles.)
*Micky backs away slowly.*
Mike: (Gets a hold of himself first) Um, no, Babbitt. I think she moved to...um, er, Bermuda the day after the party, and she said she'll never be back.
Davy: (Picks up quickly) Didn't leave a forwarding address, eithah.
Emma: And she's not interested in coming back. Said she didn't like the neighborhood after all. Too quiet.
Babbitt: (Shakes his head) And she was really cute, too. I can't stop thinking of her. (Brightens) I've been wanting to take a trip to Bermuda! (Walks off, trying to practice his limbo and just looking silly.)
Micky: What've I done? *almost laughs*
Mike: (Grins) Well, that'll get rid of him for at least two or three weeks. ;)
Davy: Until 'e figahs out the only thing in Bermuda is sand and natives. ;)
Lauren: If he doesn't get lost in the triangle first. ;-)
Mike: Hey, maybe he will! ;)
(Brief clip of Babbitt on a ship, trying to look into fog...and seeing Mike and Micky frantically working a smoke-making machine. ;) )
Emma: Someone get Peter, so the bride and groom can say good bye to the crowd, the bride can throw her bouquet, and Micky can finally get to do what he's been itchin' to do for months. ;)
Micky: That sounds like a plan!
Lauren: Good grief... ;-)
Emma: I'll go find Pete. (The crowd has already dispursed, to play cards or eat or drink or receive words of wisdom from Mr. Schneider. Emma comes back out of Peter and Davy's bedroom a minute later, looking a little annoyed and a little amused.) Um, Micky, you'd better come help me...
Micky: What happened?
Mike: Oh, they didn't...
(The two little girls are running all over the bedroom, giggling and jumping on beds. Peter is tied hand and foot on the floor, a rag stuffed in his mouth.)
Mike: Oh, man....
Micky: Gina, Debbie, why'd you do that to poor Peter?
Gina: We're playin' "Cowgirls and Bandits," an' he's the bandit!
(Emma takes the rag out of Peter's mouth. He grins sheepishly.)
Peter: I guess the game got out of hand. :">
Mike: I'm just glad you didn't send me after them.
Micky: You guess?
Mike: You can't let the kids run all over you like that!
Micky: The only time they did this to me was while I was sleeping. *pauses* Hey, waitaminute...
Peter: Aw, we were having fun!
Emma: (She and Davy are untying Peter; Micky and Mike are retrieving the girls from the beds) Yes, but Peter, they need to be told "no" on occasion. You know no one's allowed to jump on the beds.
Lauren: Micky jumps on his.
Micky: Don't help, babe.
Mike: Come on, lil' pardners. We're gonna say good-bye to your brother and your new sister. :)
(Mike and Emma glare at Micky but say nothing. They herd the kids to their mother, who hugs both Lauren and Micky, especially Micky. Lauren's folks also hug them, with Lauren's dad whispering something to Micky that causes his eyes to widen and Micky nods furiously, then finally the old folks and Millie and Larry, who has arrived in his overalls.)
Mike: (Puts his ams around both) Man, I'm gonna miss you two. It's gonna be too quiet without Micky bouncin' around and Lauren watchin' cartoons with him.
Emma: (Hugs Lauren) Good luck, honey! Have a great trip!
Micky: I'll make up for it when we visit. *grins*
Lauren: Thanks, Em. I may need it. ;-)
Davy: (Hugs Lauren, then elbows Micky) Finally gonna get into 'er pants, eh?
Peter: (Elbows Davy) David!
Micky: *blushes* Always the subtle one, Dave. ;-)
Lauren: I did not hear that.
Davy: Well, enjoy it. Aftah everything you two 'ave gone through, especially in the last week or so, you deserve it! :)
Micky: Thanks, man. :-)
Lauren: Behave, Davy! ;-)
Davy: I'll try. I've only got two dates lined up in the next week or so. ;)
Mike: Yeah, he usually has about five or six by now. ;)
Micky: *grins* You're losin' your touch, David.
Davy: 'Ey, we just got back! I'm only gettin' started! ;)
(Peter grabs the two in one of his crushing hugs, bawling on their shoulders.)
Lauren: *gasps* Peter!
Micky: *groans* Pete, you're soaking my shirt.
Peter: You guys have such beautiful auras! (Let's them go with a city-lighting grin) I wish you both the best of luck!
Micky: Thank you, big Peter. :-)
Lauren: Thanks, Peter!
Peter: You're welcome! :D
Emma: (Turns the duo around) Well, are you gonna leave?
Mike: Yeah, you've got a whole life to start! :)
Lauren: *holds up the bouquet* I gotta toss this first.
(All the unmarried girls in the group gather around.)
Lauren: *grins* Em, go long! *turns around and throws it*
(Emma goes in the way back...but Mike's there, too. They both run into each other and catch it at the same time.)
Emma: (Looks at him with a grin) Ohhhh...
Micky: *chuckles* Doesn't that just figure. ;-)
Mike: (Looks at her, smiling gently) Good catchin', darlin'. ;)
Lauren: I don't think Mike should've been in that group. *laughs*
Mike: (Shakes his head) I was standing in the back, behind the group. That's how hard you threw the darn thing!
Lauren: I said go long. *shrugs*
Emma: (Grins, pointing at Mike) And you can't go longer than him! ;)
Millie: (Laughs) Well, are you kids' gonna be off? (Wipes her eyes) I may flood the place! ;) :((
Micky: As much fun as watching those two is... *puts an arm around Lauren's shoulders* Well, babe, it's up to you now. You ready?
Lauren: *nods* Then we're off. Bye, guys! *She and Micky wave as the familiar blue light envelopes them and they disappear*
Emma: (Sighs as the guests return to the party or start to leave, and she and Mike go on the veranda) Well, they did it, Mike.
Mike: (Smiling; he's got the bouquet) Yeah. Ended up ok in the end for them, didn't it?
Emma: (Nods) Yeah, it did. They'll be all right. Lauren can handle Mick just fine, and Micky brings her out of her shell.
Mike: Guess that leaves the four of us.
Emma: (Sighs again as the sun slowly dips into the horizon) It's going to be strange to be the only woman in the house.
Mike: You'll get used it it, and the kids aren't gonna be gone for long. We have a gig comin' up.
Emma: It's just that so much is going to change. Nothing will ever be the same again, Mike.
Mike: That's not all bad, Em. The kids are together, Davy's pursuing at least three or four girls as we speak, and Peter's probably got a couple of ideas for new songs. (Smiles) And we'll finally have some time to ourselves.
Emma: Yeah, finally... (they end up in a deep kiss as Millie sticks her head out)
Millie: You'd think it was you two who were gettin' married! (Grins) Come on! I got Larry to bring over some more cheesecake, and they're startin' in on some weird song about porpoises or dolphins or somethin' on the jukebox.
(Mike and Emma pull apart, blushing bright red.)
Mike: Well, I, um, think we'd better go back inside.
Emma: Uh, yeah, me too.
(The pair return to the party, hand in hand, their minds on the past, the present...and the future.)