Everyone ready to rescue Mike?

Peter: What's going on? Where's Michael?

(A faint howl from Mike.)

Micky: Ready.

Davy: I am, too.

(We open right where we left off - with the goons surrounding Davy and Micky on the soundstage.)

Davy: We've got to get outta here and rescue Mike! Belavarg got him! Do you think we could use Imagination Power on these guys?

Micky: I don't know...

(Suddenly, "snow" starts to fall on the goons...or at least, shredded cotton. A red-headed blur drops on two goons from nowhere, while a blond and slender brunette swing in on a rope from the catwalks, the latter looking more than a little queasy.)

*Daphne runs in from the side and tackles a goon.*

(Davy grabs another goon and throws him into the tree, knocking him out.)

Davy: (Ducks away from another goon) Micky, watch out! The last one is comin' at ya!

*Micky ducks, then moves upright, bring a fist under the goon's chin & knocks him out.*

Kimberly: (As she knocks the last goon to the ground) What was that all about? We saw those guys threatening you up there and thought we'd give you a hand, so to speak.

Maxine: (Makes a face) We saw that Mr. Lensher guy take off with Mike. I knew he was up to no good!

Davy: Long story short, that Mr. Lensher is very bad news...and he has Mike and is probably going to do very unkind things to him. (Turns to Micky) Is the film still ok?

Jenny: The film?

Maxine: Why would he want our video?

Micky: Not that film.

Davy: Did the film get hurt in the brawl? We're gonna need that.

Micky: It's fine.

Kimberly: What's going on? What film? What does Lensher want with Mike?

Micky: That filmed proves that Lensher isn't who he says he is.

Maxine: I thought that guy comin' out of the blue was too obvious.

Kimberly: Yeah! And what about that secretary chick of his?

Davy: Yeah. She was somethin', wasn't she?

*Daphne elbows Davy HARD.*

(Davy gasps and doubles over, leaning against the tree.)

Micky: Uh, before any more damage is done, we really ought to get moving.

Davy: Yeah. You...call...Petah...can't...

Micky: *Pulls out his communicator* Pete?

Peter: Yes, Mick? What is it? I'm on my way out of class now.

Micky: We're swinging by to pick you up. We'll explain when we do.

Peter: All right, Mick. I'll see you there. I wasn't going to do anything this afternoon anyway, just meet Michael and grade some papers.

Micky: *Sighs* Like I said, we'll explain when we pick you up.

Peter: (Frown in his voice) All right, Mick. I'll see you there. (There's a click as we sign off.)

Maxine: Is there anything we can do?

Micky: Let the other ladies know we're after something important & we'll be in as soon as possible later.

Maxine: All right. You guys gonna be ok?

Davy: Yeah, we'll be...fine. (Looks up at Daphne) Daph, you ready to...kick some rear?

Daphne: You need to ask?

Davy: Ok, then. Let's...go... (He gasps again) But first...let me get my breath. You have one hell of an elbow, Daph!

(They leave Davy to try to breathe normally as the two groups separate and the lights on the soundstage dim.)

(Fade in on the MonkeeMobile, this time pulling up in front of what looks like a fairly typical high-school. Peter stands on the curb, checking his watch. He wears a pale-orange shirt with brown slacks and brown oxford shoes...but there's a hint of beads under the shirt and his mis-matched socks under the shoes. He wears his hair a bit shorter, though it's still longer than average for a teacher in the mid-70s, and he still has a fairly heavy mustache.)

Peter: (As he gets in next to Daphne in the second set of seats) What's going on? Where's Michael? Your auras are all really worried.

Davy: Mike's gone, Pete. Belavarg got him.

Peter: WHAT?!

Davy: It's like we thought. Lensher was Belavarg. He drugged Mike into signing a contract that gives him full control over all aspects of our music.

Peter: He did...no! He couldn't have! He can't! How?

Davy: He did. We both saw it, right Mick? He told Mike not only did he drug him into signing that contract, but it's totally legal and binding. Belavarg is now the sole owner of our music.

Peter: Micky, tell me this isn't true. Our music is the one thing we all own that we love equally!

Micky: I wish it wasn't.

Peter: What happened to Michael?

Davy: Bela sicced a bunch of goons on us and grabbed Mike while the rest of us were occupied.

Peter: (Frowns) Why? Why Mike?

Micky: Because Belavarg thinks that Mike is still leader, head of the company, and in charge of the music.

Peter: (Nods) You're right. He left before Michael and Emma made Val and I co-leaders last fall. (Frowns) Mike IS the sole head of Magnetic South Media, though...but he's not entirely in charge of the music... (grins at Micky) Mr. Director.

Davy: Yeah. Mike gave Mick a free reign over all editin' and music mixin' (chuckles) god help us.

Micky: *shrugs* Yeah.

Peter: He's probably trying to do something that'll make Michael less able to lead us...and in turn, he figures he'll break US apart. (Grins) What he didn't count on was Michael figuring out how to delegate responsibility.

Micky: Finally.

Peter: And this is a good reminder of why he did. (Sighs) Does anyone know where Bela is?

Micky: No, but I know how we can find him: Imagination Powers.

Peter: That'll work. Mick, turn down this road behind the school. There's nothing back here but woods and school sports grounds. Most teams are practicing indoors at this time of year.

Micky: Aye, aye, Captain.

(Micky does so. As they drive, there's a blue light around the car and its occupants. When it subsides, the car and occupants are gone. Two teenagers who were necking behind a tree do a double-take when they seen the light...and then go right back to necking.)

(Cut to the front of Belavarg's castle on the hill. The MonkeeMobile appears right on the hill alongside the castle.)

Peter: Oh man, that's Belavarg's home? I thought he lived in some mansion!

(Micky pulls the car up alongside the castle. Everyone climbs out.)

Peter: Does anyone know if this place has a back door?

Micky: Not a clue.

Peter: Well, we got here via Imagination Power. We could probably get in that way.

Micky: We can try.

Peter: Let's all do it. Your Imagination Power is the strongest, Mick. Yours combined with the rest of ours might be enough to get past any barriers Belavarg has on this house of horrors.

(There's a blue light around the four. When it subsides, they're now in what looks like a huge entrance hall, with the same heavy European antiques found in Belavarg's room. All four now wear their MonkeeLeague uniforms and carry their weapons.)

Peter: (Sets his Emerald Crossbow) Be on your guard, everyone. Bela may know we're here. He knows we'll go after Michael.

(In deed, the moment the group moves, there's a puff of smoke all around them. When it subsides, a huge group of the green-skinned, dried zombies surround them.)

Davy: Uh, yeah, I'd say it's a pretty good guess that the demon knows we're here, Petah.

Peter: Get through these things as quickly as possible. We have to find Michael! (He shoots one, turning it into a greenish butterfly as the first, more music-hall-esque version of "War Games" begins.)

(Davy cuts down a heavy tapestry. He tosses the other side to Micky. The two run down the length of the hall, knocking zombies over with it.)

(Peter shoots an arrow through a whole row of zombies, turning them all into dominoes. He pushes them over.)

Peter: (Looks up at a chandelier over the remaining zombies; grins) Guys, back away. It may hurt this antique, but it'll get rid of these guys.

(Peter finally shoots an arrow through the rope holding the chandelier. It falls on the remaining zombies, shattering as the group scatters and turning the zombies into dust.)

Peter: (As the music ends) Whew! That was a close one. Is everyone ok?

Micky: Oh, just dandy.

Peter: Let's get upstairs. If Belavarg's anywhere, he's probably up there.

Peter: Come on, everyone.

(Cut to upstairs. The camera moves into another large room with lots of older furniture...and some very modern lab equipment. The bookshelves, however, are loaded with dusty old tomes, some of which appear to be centuries old. Mike lays on a table, his wrists chained with a dark metal, his mouth gagged tightly with heavy cloth. Belavarg putters with his chemicals.)

(Mike groans and mutters, but is unable to say much else, thanks to the gag. Belavarg finally picks up two beakers of blackish fluid and walks over to him, smirking.)

*Belavarg yanks the gag off Mike. He forces the first beaker into the young man and starts for a second one on the table.*

(Mike sputters and tries to turn from him. Just as Belavarg reaches for him, the door flies open! Peter leads the others into the room.)

Peter: Michael! (Nods at Mike) Micky, untie him. His aura looks... (frowns) ...all wrong. It's like it's half-dark, half-light...

Davy: Belavarg, what are you doin' to the poor bloke?

Peter: Talk, Belavarg. What are you doing to him, and why did you try to steal our music?

*Micky goes to Mike to free him.*

Belavarg: I simply want control over all of you.

Peter: (Narrows his eyes) By taking over our music. That's the only thing we all own equally, all love equally.

(Mike falls in Micky's arms, unconscious.)

Peter: We have to get Michael to Emma. She'll be able to help him at least a little. (Narrows his eyes) Don't think this is over, Belavarg. My wife will sic an army of lawyers on you...and if Michael's hurt, we'll throw in more than a few weapons, too.

Belavarg: Take him. Be my guest.

Peter: We have to. He's hurting. (Turns to Micky) Let's get out of here. We have to get Michael home.

Micky: *Grunts, hefting Mike in his arms* He isn't the only one who’s hurting.

(There's a blue light around the group. When it subsides, they're gone.)

*Belavarg begins to laugh evilly as we fade out.*