You boys ready to find out what's going on here?

Peter: Yes, please!

Mike: Huh?

Micky: Ready.

Davy: I am.

(We open with the MonkeeMobile pulling into the Beach Cave. Peter jumps out right away. Micky and Davy haul a now-unconscious Mike onto the couch.)

Ursula: What happened back there?

Peter: I don't know who man was, but he drugged Michael. (Frowned) Got him to sign a contract. I tried reading it, but he got it away before I could get a look at the small print.

Ursula: Which means that small print's important.

Peter: I guess neither of you got a look at the contract, either.

Micky: Unfortunately, no.

Peter: We need to find out what's in that contract and why he specifically wanted Michael! Micky, you're the one who knows everyone in town. Have you ever heard of Damion Lensher before today?

Micky: *Shakes his head* Nope.

Ursula: Maybe it wasn't anything bad...

Peter: Urse, he drugged Michael. There was something in that coffee. (Turns to Micky) And he knew about that spot on Mike's neck that does something to his brain.

Ursula: But how...

Peter: Darn it, his aura is so familiar!

Davy: We're missing something right in front of us.

Ursula: Under the circumstances, perhaps you should find out more about this man.

Peter: (Nods) Micky, you're the one with the contacts. Maybe you could talk to some of your buddies and see if you can get anything? I'll ask Val if she's heard anything at Headquarters, too.

Micky: I'll do what I can.

(Mike groans, making all three Monkees turn around. He finally sits up, rubbing the back of his head.)

Mike: Oooh, my head... (looks around) Where am I?

Peter: Michael, you're at the Beach Cave!

Mike: (Squints) Yeah. How did I get here?

Peter: We drove you here after that Damion Lensher drugged you.

Mike: He did...he couldn't have!

Peter: He did. We all heard it.

Mike: But I remember.... (rubs his head) what do I remember?

Peter: Michael, you can't...you can't do that deal. You just can't. I saw his aura.

Mike: (Shakes his head) I smelled somethin' funny on him myself...but what can I do? I know I did sign that contract.

Peter: We need to investigate this. (Turns to Micky and Davy) You're going to be filming the first video with Daph and the Abbies tomorrow, right?

Davy: Right.

Peter: I wouldn't be surprised if he showed up then, if he's really interested in Michael. He knows about the videos. Perhaps you could find a little bit more about him tomorrow? Discreetly, of course.

Mike: (Sighs) Normally, I'd say you're blowin' this all out of proportion, but I smelled SOMETHIN' on that guy 'fore I started in on that damn coffee. Just don't completely destroy the sets or the cameras, will ya? They don't come cheap.

Micky: Nice vote of confidence.

Peter: Just keep it as quiet as you know how.

Mike: We're all gonna keep an eye on him whenever possible. Even I can tell there's somethin' wrong here...ow. (He rubs his head again)

Peter: (Turns to Davy) Daph and the girls can help as much as they can when they're not performing.

Mike: And I'll be there to supervise.

Peter: (Sighs) I wish I could watch you film, but I have class. I'll talk to you after work and find out what happened.

Ursula: It might not be a bad idea for all of you to meet at the Beach Cave after filming. I'm seriously worried about this.

Mike: I'm startin' to wonder myself.

Ursula: Micky, didn't you say you were working on a few things to help with the filming?

Micky: Yeah, a couple things.

Mike: Got any cameras that could capture a bad guy's movements real quick?

Peter: Wait. You were using two cameras for this video, right? Why don't you use all your new ideas?

Mike: I don't care, as long as the video looks good and we find out what I just signed.

Micky: Don't worry about my cameras.

Ursula: Be careful, Guardians. Whomever this person is, he knows about you. He knew about the weak spot on Mike's neck.

Mike: We'll be careful, Urse.

Peter: Michael, do you think you're well enough to drive home?

Mike: Yeah, I... (but the moment he tries to stand, he almost pitches forward) I'm a little dizzy...

Micky: I'll take you home, Mike.

Mike: Thanks, Mick.

Peter: I can take you home, Davy. My car is at the Montgomery House, which isn't far from here.

Davy: Thanks, Peter.

Ursula: (As Micky climbs into the driver's side and Mike gets in next to her) I just hope this works, Mike.

Mike: Yeah, me too, Urse.

(Fade out on the Beach Cave as the MonkeeMobile pulls out of an exit that opens in one side of the wall. Fade in on what appears to be a set with a massive tree surrounded by fake grass with a swing on it. A pile of fake snow sits on one side, a pile of fake sand on the other.)

Mike: (He comes out, now wearing one of his tailored suits) Ok everyone, we just about ready? Where's Mr. Director?

(The Abbies all wander on, wearing summer sundresses and sandals.)

Maxine: We're missing Daph's husband, too. Isn't he supposed to be in the video with us?

Jenny: Daph, have you seen Davy?

Mike: Or Micky, for that matter. Or Damion Lensher, who was supposed to show up here, too.

Maxine: Maybe they're checking the cameras or something?

Micky: *Leans out from behind one of the cameras* Why are you guys always asking where I am? I'm right here.

Mike: Where have you been? (Whispers to Micky) Workin' on the cameras?

(That's when two more figures walk onto the set. Belavarg is back in his new, dark-haired human form, wearing a conservative suit. Midge trails after him. She now looks as demure as can be in a plain tweedy suit and gray flats, her black hair in a bun, the violet eyes behind glasses. She carries a pad and takes down everything Belavarg says.)

Mike: (Points to Belavarg and Midge) There he is. (Frowns) Wonder who the chick is?

(Davy emerges at this point, wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt with sandals. He goes up to the other two.)

Mike: (Grins) Nice, Dave. Is Al the Caterer doin' wardrobe?

Davy: Did Mike just make a joke?

Micky: I wish I'd known. I would've recorded it.

Mike: (Chuckles and shakes his head) Ok, you two. (Points to Belavarg and Midge) There's our target. We've gotta keep an eye on that guy and find out what he's up to. You told Daph an' the girls, Dave?

Davy: Yeah, I did.

Mike: Ok. I'll keep an eye on him from the other side. I'm gonna appear briefly in this video, too.

Maxine: We're ready here, Mr. Director!

Micky: All right, places, people! *pauses* Roll 'em!

(The playback for "Changes" begins as the cameras turn towards Davy and the girls. As the song begins, it seems to be spring. Davy pushes Daphne in the swing. Maxine and Jenny plant plastic "flowers." Kimberly meditates.)

(Mike's head pops out of a cardboard sun as he sprinkles yellow glitter over the four...making faces to the point that he finds this embarrassing and wishes they'd gotten someone else to do it.)

(Mike sees Belavarg and Midge walking around behind him. He grabs another bag that's next to him and sprinkles it on them. They both end up sneezing. It was sneeze powder.)

(Belavarg and Midge are still sneezing when they pass Maxine, who has left the stage while Davy and Daphne dance briefly. She tries to get their autographs. When Belavarg hands her the paper back, she discovers it was written in invisible ink.)

(The cameras cut to what's now a summer scene. Davy watches Daphne as she "tans" in her bikini. Maxine and Jenny share a picnic. Kimberly tosses a Frisbee.)

(The Frisbee suddenly flies off-camera and hits Belavarg square in the chest!)

(Mike appears in a costume as "the wind." He's trying to blow them away from their picnic lunch, but the girls cover it.)

(Midge smirks and eyes Davy with some interest. That's a lovely one. He'd be nice in her collection.)

(Mike frowns and tries to blow Belavarg and Midge away, but Belavarg just brushes him off.)

(Midge nudges Belavarg and points at Davy. Isn't that one cute? Can she keep him?)

(Mike makes a face. He doesn't like the way Midge is looking at Davy...at all.)

(We end with Mike, now wearing a white turtleneck with beads on it, white jeans, white boots, and a white knit scarf, throwing snow as "Old Man Winter." The entire group now wears hats, scarves, gloves, and boots. Davy still occasionally eyes Midge, who eyes him back. Mike rolls his eyes as he continues to toss snow. Kimberly, Jenny, and Maxine throw cotton "snowballs" at each other...and then turn and throw them at someone off-camera.)

Micky: *calls out* Cut! Print! That's a wrap, everyone!

Mike: (Looks up and makes a face) Next time, someone else gets to play the weather.

Kimberly: You're just mad because you didn't get to throw the snowballs.

Maxine: (She, Kim, and Jenny hurry over to Micky; they all lean over him at once) Did we do a good job of distracting that guy? Did we?

Micky: You did great.

Jenny: Thanks! (She shivers) There's something about that Mr. Lensher that gives me the creeps.

Kimberly: Want me to give him a good karate chop? Or better yet, a knee in the important places?

Micky: As much as I'd like to see that...

Maxine: The guy ain't really done much yet but look creepy.

Mike: (He joins Micky) Hey, girls. That was nice. Maybe we could do one more take this afternoon. I want this to be good, an' it's obvious Davy wasn't payin' attention. (Points behind him. He, Midge, and Daphne are chatting under the tree. Daphne obviously is not very happy.)

Maxine: I don't like the way Davy's flirtin' with that lady...or Daph's looking at her.

Micky: *Sighs* Dave probably doesn't even realize what that he's paying her too much attention, but I doubt he's actually flirting.

Kimberly: Tell that to Daph. We'd better get over there, or there might be blood we can't explain in this video's script.

(The girls all go over to Daphne and take her aside. Midge turns to Belavarg, sighing.)

Midge: Why did you not say these enemies of yours were so handsome? I would like to keep that little British one.

Belavarg: Why would I know if they were handsome?

Midge: True. You are male. You do not know how to appreciate these things. (Smirks) If I make potions to get you that tall one, I want you to bring me the little one.

Belavarg: *Nods* Consider it a deal.

Midge: Now, why don't we tell him about our contract and bring him to our home? We can discuss it there...and show him all the fun we have planned for his little group.

Belavarg: One at a time, my dear.

Midge: (Smiles) Of course. I'll meet you there. Two of my boys will be driving me. (Waves her fingers lazily at him) Don't be late. (She heads off. Several stagehands watch her rear end in the tight, knee-length brown skirt as she leaves.)

Mike: (Makes a face as Davy joins them) What were you doin', boy? You'd better have been grillin' Lensher and his secretary for information besides her phone number.

Davy: Of course, I was trying to get information! Daph would kill me if I did anything else.

Mike: (Looks up and sees Belavarg coming towards them) Oh shit, here comes trouble. Mick, get the camera rollin'.

(Mike pulls away, closer to the set, as Belavarg approaches. Micky and Davy pull discreetly behind the camera.)

Mike: I'm gonna do this straight off. What the hell was goin' on with the coffee an' everythin' yesterday?

Mike: (Sniffs) There's somethin' funny about you, man. Somethin'...dangerous....

Belavarg: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Mike: Last night, man! When I was in your office, you drugged me and made me sign some contract. The boys saw me do it.

Mike: I want an explanation. What was on that contract that was so important, you'd drug me to get me sign it?

Belavarg: *shrugs* Total control over your music, as well as when, where, and how it's performed and marketed.

Mike: (His eyes nearly bug right out of his head; vague squawking is heard from behind the cameras as well) WHAT?! But...how...you can't...you can't DO that, you bastard! Our music is ours! It's all we have! It's all I have!

Belavarg: You signed it over.

Mike: But...but....I was drugged!

Belavarg: *Smirks* No, you weren't.

Mike: The guys saw me! They heard everything! They can protest!

Belavarg: And I'm denying it.

Mike: Well, it's four against one, pal! We can call up every lawyer on the planet!

Belavarg: But mine would win.

Mike: You can't do this! (Growling) I won't let you take our music. It's the only thing we all still have.

(Mike continues snarling as Belavarg just smirks at him. There's a blue light, and Mike finally turns into a wolf, leaping at Belavarg as hard as he can.)

(Two gasps are heard from behind the cameras as Belavarg grabs Mike by the neck, despite his snapping angrily.)

Belavarg: Well, aren't you cute?

(Mike continues snapping at Belavarg, trying to bite his neck.)

(That's when a small bolt of fire hits Belavarg. He drops Mike, who hurries behind the camera as Micky and Davy saunter out, both smirking.)

Micky: Actually, you're lying through your teeth... *eyes narrow* Belavarg.

(Mike looks up in surprise at first, but then nods. It would make sense with the familiar smell and Peter's insistence that his aura is familiar. He snarls again and looks like he may almost run for Belavarg. Micky gently pulls Mike's fur.)

Belavarg: Excuse me?

Micky: We saw right through your little disguise. *pats the camera* Thanks to this camera that reveals true identities.

Belavarg: You damn brat! You've ruined it already!

Davy: I think we can call that a confession.

(Mike nods as he finally returns to his human form.)

Mike: How do you think lawyers will react to me signin' a contract for a demon?

*Belavarg lets rip a whistle.*

(A group of what looks like larger stagehands enter. All are big, burly, hairy, and less than attractive.)

Mike: (Smirks) Oh boy, one of those "let's get rid of the lackeys in five seconds" romps. We can do these in our sleep.

Micky: *Grins* Oh goody!

(Mike's version of "My Share of the Sidewalk" begins as the boys all jump at the goons at once. Mike literally jumps jumps on one guy, knocking him into the snow/cotton-covered ground.)

(Two of the goons grab poles and try to go after Davy and Micky.)

(Mike ducks as two of the goons come at him at once. They land on each other, smacking each other in the head and conking out.)

*Belavarg comes up behind Mike and throws a large, dark cloth over him. He brings a fist down on the side of Mike's head, then grips him tighter as he sags. More goons arrive as Belavarg leaves with Mike in tow still under the cloth.*

Davy: (Gulps and gets closer to Davy as the goons get closer) Damn, man. Not only did we just lose Mike...but I think we're in serious trouble.

Micky: I'd say so.

(And we fade out on the tense scene as Belavarg drags the unconscious Mike out of the soundstage.)