Ok, so...everyone ready to begin?

Peter: What happened to Michael?

(Mike says nothing. He's still unconscious.)

Micky: I'm ready.

Davy: So am I.

(We open with the MonkeeMobile driving into the Beach Cave. Peter jumps out first, then opens the door and gingerly takes the still-unconscious Mike in his arms.)

Peter: I wish we knew what he did to him. (Turns to the others as they tumble out of the car) Someone needs to call Emma. Davy, you and I might be able to heal Mike enough to at least awaken him. We need to find out what kind of shape he's in.

Micky: I'll call Em. *heads off to his corner of the Cave to use his communicator*

Davy: *Sighs* I hope we can get through whatever was done to him.

(Peter and Davy put their hands on Michael's chest. They concentrate. There's a blue light around him. When it subsides, Mike's eyes flutter open. He frowns.)

Peter: Michael, are you ok? What happened?

Mike: That bastard Belavarg tried to use me for a freakin' experiment, no thanks to you guys! Where were you when I needed you?

Peter: Michael, we rescued you!

Mike: Man, my head... (Holds it) Dark...can't...no...man....

Peter: (Eyes widen) His aura is seriously screwed up. Part of it is dark...but part is light! And there's even a little that looks like Mike's animal half!

Mike: No...damn it to hell! Nooo! (He howls.)

Peter: I think this is beyond our healing capability. Micky, have you gotten a hold of Emma yet?

Micky: *Returns to them* Yeah, she's on her way.

Mike: (His eyes open...and they're black. He smirks) What are you boys starin' at? It's like you ain't never seen me before.

Peter: (Eyes widen) Guys, get back. There's somethin' seriously wrong with his aura.

Micky: What the hell...

Mike: (Shakes his head) You and your auras, Pete. They're gonna get you into a heap of trouble someday. It ain't like you to just jump in and take charge. Ain't you afraid?

Peter: A little...but I'm more worried about you.

Mike: You should be more worried about yourself. After all, you saw my aura. I might just feel like doin' THIS (grabs Peter by his neck) now.

Peter: (Gasps and grabs at Mike's hands) Michael, put...me...down!

Mike: Ain't the big leader now, huh? You scared now?

Peter: Yes...no...Michael...

Mike: You're real scared now. I can smell it on you. (Closes his eyes) I can smell it...smell danger...smell pack... (He howls and drops Peter, who gasps, holding his neck)

Peter: (Gasping) His auras...are...fluctuating! They keep switching back and forth! Daphne and Davy, hold him down or tie him or something until Emma arrives! I think whatever Belavarg did left him completely unbalanced!

*The guys grab a hold of Mike.*

(Daphne hurries in with Emma on her heels as Mike howls and struggles wildly in their arms.)

Emma: What's going on? What are you doing to him? Why do I feel like I'm craving revenge and dog biscuits?

Micky: Belavarg messed with Mike, and he doesn't seem to quite be himself now.

Emma: (As Mike howls and struggles) No kidding.

Mike: (He sniffs...and grins a little when he sees Emma) Mate...you mate...

Emma: Yes, I'm your mate. (She grins at Davy and Micky) I'll handle him now, boys.

Davy: Okay, Em... *lets go of Mike*

Micky: We'll still be right here. *also lets go of Mike*

Mike: Mate... (He nuzzles Emma affectionately) Love mate...

Emma: And Mate loves you, Baby. She always will. (Emma gives him a very big kiss, pulling him as close to her as she can. There's a blue light around him. When it subsides, he grins a very big...and very human...grin.)

Mike: Do that again, darlin'. This animal sure loves it when his female kisses him like that.

Emma: First of all, we have an audience. Save that idea for home. Second...what in the world happened here?

Mike: (Frowns) I don't know. I don't remember anythin' after Belavarg knocked me out on the soundstage.

Peter: (Sighs) That Damion Lensher we caught drugging Mike yesterday is Belavarg the demon in a new disguise.

Emma: WHAT?!

Micky: We found out because of my camera.

Mike: And it gets better, darlin'. That bastard stole our music.

Emma: He...how...

Peter: He made Michael sign over control of our music. Dark Star Records now owns the rights to every last note of music we ever made.

Emma: He can't do that while Mike's drugged!

Peter: I'm going to go home and talk to Valerie. She knows some of the best lawyers in town personally.

Emma: I'll call my sister who's a lawyer in New Jersey. This isn't her field, but she might still have some suggestions.

Davy: *Motions between himself and Daphne* We need to pick up Lizzie.

Daphne: We’ll see you later. I hope you feel better, Mike! *They head out.*

Mike: (Looks at Micky) You and I can work on stuff here. Maybe it'll clear my head.

Emma: Are you sure? Maybe you should come home and lie down for a bit.

Mike: I really think I'll be fine, Em. (He gives her a kiss on the cheek) Honest.

Peter: (Sighs) Your aura is still fluctuating...

Mike: Micky will take care of me.

Emma: That's the first time I ever heard you suggest that anyone takes care of you.

Mike: I ain't never been attacked by a demon like that, either.

Micky: I can keep an eye on him.

Emma: Well, all right. Call me on the communicator the moment something strange happens.

Micky: Will do.

Mike: (Smiles that gentle grin again) We'll be fine, darlin'.

Emma: (She practically gets hearts in her eyes) Yeah... (She disappears in a blue light)

Mike: (Turns to Micky) Gets 'em every time.

Micky: Yeah, it does.

Mike: Ok, Mr. Scientist, what'll we work on first?

Micky: Your choice. Whatever will help you.

Mike: How about we work on Urse? I bet she could use a tune-up.

Micky: Sure!

Mike: (As Micky pulls out his tools) How you feelin', Urse?

Ursula: I'm all right, but Mike, I'm not sure about you.

Mike: Urse I'm feeling... (He frowns. closes his eyes and puts his head on his hand) Oooh...

Ursula: Mike, what's wrong? You look pale.

Mike: (When he takes his hand away from his head, his eyes are black) There ain't nothin' wrong with me, Urse. I feel fine.

Ursula: Oh dear...Micky! I think there's something SERIOUSLY wrong with Mike!

Mike: (Mutters and kicks Ursula's back right-hand tire) Tattle-tale.

Micky: I'm not blind, you know, Mike.

Ursula: Sticks and stones may break my windows, but your skinny foot will NOT hurt me, Mike.

Mike: (Turns around to Micky, a very evil smirk on his face) It can sure do some damage to the ol' Savage, though.

Micky: *Eyes widen* Mike, I'm here to help you!

(Mike aims a sharp kick at Micky's midsection.)

*Micky's caught by surprise. He doubles over, gasping for air.*

Micky: *Coughs* Mi-ke!

Mike: (Bends over, smirking) I seem to remember gettin' attacked by you one time. The time you had to go and take that dumb potion that gave you eight hundred different personalities. Maybe it's time I evened the score. (He hits Micky on the side.)

Micky: *Eyes widen again; groans* Oh crap...

Mike: (Grabs Micky by the hair) How does it feel to be on the receivin' end of a bad temper?

Micky: *Winces and slaps at Mike's hands* Well...I sure hate irony right now...

(Suddenly, Mike finds himself sprawling on the ground. The camera moves over to the car door that knocked him over.)

Ursula: Leave Micky alone, Mike! There's something seriously wrong with you!

Mike: (Wincing) Damn you...Ursula...

Micky: *Slight grin* Nice kick...Urse.

Ursula: Thank you. I couldn't bear to let you get hurt. (Slight grin in her voice) You do the best work on my insides.

Micky: *Eyes Mike* Keep that in mind, Urse. I'm not in the clear yet. *starts to get up*

Mike: (Growls) Why you standin' up for him, Urse?

Ursula: Because you've gone stark raving mad!

Micky: *Leans on Urse to pull himself up* She's right, man.

Mike: I ain't crazy! I'm tired of all the trouble we get in. I'm tired of havin' to scrimp and save to get this damn company goin'! I'm really sick and tired of all our god damn rotten luck! (Tackles Micky)

*Micky lets rip a scream a twelve-year-old girl would be proud of.*

Ursula: Mike, stop! Get off of him! Whatever Belavarg did to you turned you insane!

Mike: (Snarls) Ain't so clever now, are ya Mick?

Micky: *Covers his head with his arms* Mike! What have I done LATELY?!

(Mike just continues growling and snarling. He starts pawing Micky, ignoring the fact that he has no paws.)

*Micky tries holding Mike back with one arm as he snakes the other around behind Mike, aiming his hand for his neck.*

(Mike's eyes widen as Micky rubs the back of his neck. He whimpers and rolls off Micky, closing his eyes.)

Ursula: Good work, Micky!

Micky: *Continues rubbing just to be safe; tries to calm himself* Thanks, Urse.

Ursula: How do you feel now, Micky? He gave you a terrible beating.

Micky: *Waves it off with his free hand* I've had worse. I'll survive.

Mike: (Whimpers; when he opens his eyes, they're his normal warm brown color) M...mick? What happened? (He frowns) Why...did I do that? I just attacked you! I hurt you! You're my friend!

Micky: *Stops rubbing and gives him a faint smile* You couldn't help yourself, Mike. You're not in full control of yourself. You may have done it, but it wasn't your fault.

Mike: Micky, I don't know what's wrong, but I have to stop it. I don't want to hurt anyone, or even kill them.

Micky: I recognize that feeling. We're gonna do everything we can for you, Mike. I promise.

Mike: (Smiles a gentle smile that's very different from his usual little one) I know you will.

(We fade out on the two and Ursula in the Beach Cave, with Mike's hopeful look and Micky's worried one.)