Ok, is everyone ready to charge the gates of Belavarg's fortress?

Mike: (Smirks) Sure.

Peter: (Eyes slide sideways to Mike, but just says) Yes.

Micky: I am!

Davy: Ready.

(We open as Ursula pulls up alongside the castle. The boys climb out. They all wear their MonkeeLeague uniforms and carry what looks like the "BatHooks" from the "Batman" TV show.

Mike: Tell us why we can't just use our powers to get in again?

Peter: Michael, that would be too obvious.

Mike: And this ain't?

Micky: We need some subterfuge for this.

Peter: (Concentrates; their MonkeeLeague uniforms are now completely black, trimmed with "their" respective colors) There.

Mike: Ok, boys. Everybody up and over.

(All four Monkees toss their hooks at once. Mike starts first...but only Peter notices the slight smirk on his face as he does. Peter frowns.)

*Micky and Davy climb in tandem, tossing each other quiet taunts, beckoning a race to the top.*

Mike: (Nods towards the back of the roof, near a tower) Come on, guys.

Peter: Michael, are you sure you're feeling ok? Your aura's bouncing back and forth again.

Mike: (Smirks) There ain't nothin' wrong with me, Pete.

Peter: No, there's something wrong with you.

Mike: Would you stop it? Everything's gonna be ok, buddy. Trust me. (His smirk grows wider.)

(Suddenly, a trap door opens under the four Monkees! We see them scream as they tumble down a metal tunnel. All four finally land in what appears to be a cage...but the camera pulls back to reveal that it's a prison. We're in the familiar dungeon set used in several other stories, including "The Three Monkee-Teers" and "Dream World." Peter gets up first, followed by Mike.)

Peter: Is everyone ok?

Mike: Yeah.

Davy: I think so.

Micky: *Pats a leg* I can't feel my leg!

Davy: That's MY leg, Mick.

Micky: Oh, well, then I'm fine.

Peter: (Laughs) You two...

Midge: (She's lounging against a torture table, eyeing the boys) I'd say you all look very fine.

Mike: (Smirks) Well hi there, hon. How's about getting us out? We'd be real good.

Midge: Oh, you will be good. Good for me. (She unlocks the door. Mike pulls Peter out; she pulls Davy's arm.)

Mike: Hey there, Pete. How'd you like to see what all this stuff does?

Peter: (Gulps) H...how about we don't?

Mike: (Pushes Peter against the wall) Oh, I think you'd love to.

Micky: Hey now, Mike...

Midge: (She pushes Davy onto the table) You...I have wanted you since I saw you...

Davy: No thanks, luv.

Midge: Oh, you play hard to get to! (She chains him to the table, then goes to a table filled with odd objects) I need to find just the right toy to change your mind...

Davy: Mates, help!

Peter: (He struggles) Michael, let me go!

Mike: Say "pretty please."

Micky: Mike, stop it! *grabs Mike's arm* Leave Pete alone, we gotta help Dave!

Midge: (She pulls out a strange, flat object) Perhaps, we'll start with your... (eyes Davy’s crotch) men parts...

Davy: MATES!

Mike: (Pushes Micky away) You scared now, Pete? Scared as I was when you attacked me?

Peter: Michael...the devils were controlling me, I didn't know WHAT I was doing!

Micky: MIKE! *reaches for him again*

Mike: (Turns to Micky, trying to push him away again) Micky, I'm havin' a conversation with Pete here. Stay the hell out of it.

Micky: No. *Swings a fist, clipping Mike's jaw perfectly*

(Peter pulls away as Mike lands on the floor, unconscious.)

Peter: Micky, thank you!

Micky: *Eyes Mike with a look that could kill* Damn fool. *realizes, his eyes widening* DAVE!

(Peter and Micky lunge for Midge at once. Peter ducks in front of Midge while Micky turns on the Imagination Power strength to break the chains around Davy's limbs.)

Midge: (Makes a face at Peter) You move, Golden Boy. You are very nice, but not pretty.

Peter: You stay away from our friend!

Micky: You okay, Dave?

Davy: Better now, thanks.

Peter: (He gently pushes Midge into a chair) Davy, Micky, chain her down. I'll get Michael, and we'll get out of here. (He gently scoops the still-out-of-it Mike into his arms.)

Midge: (Grins) I like men who like foreplay.

Micky: *Gives her the same look that could kill as he and Davy chain her down to the chair* Shut up.

Midge: You're the director, the camera-person. (Makes a face) You cannot give me orders when there are no cameras.

Peter: (He rejoins the others) Let's get out of here and find Belavarg and the others. If she knows, it's a good bet he knows, too.

(Mike stirs a little, but Peter rubs his neck.)

Peter: I hate to do it to him, but I think he's going to have to stay out of it. His aura's going insane. It keeps jumping back and forth between two or three different lights.

Micky: *Nods* And because I can't promise I won't do more than knock him out next time.

Peter: (Sighs) I can't bring myself to hurt him. Not after what I almost did to him a few years ago. But if he tries to hurt the rest of you... (Looks straight up at Micky) You have my full permission to run straight through him.

Micky: I just hope I don't have to...but I will if I need to.

Peter: (Nods) Right. Let's get out of here. (They head up the winding staircase as Midge struggles. She finally stops struggling...and laughs)

Midge: That was fun. I wonder how my lover is doing upstairs? (Smirks) We WILL turn the White Knight, and we WILL have all of them.

(We fade out on the dungeon and in on Belavarg's laboratory, a maze of tubes, pipes, Bunsen burners, and chemicals of various colors. The furniture here remains heavy old European antiques, but the room is painted a somewhat lighter color, and there's a large window that pulls in sunlight...and reflects four lights in red, green, blue, and white bobbing in behind Belavarg's back. The lights flicker, then seem to take the forms of four men...)

Belavarg: *Turns* What the hell...

Sir Robert: (We see the four ancestors - Georgiano, Lord David, Peter the Bard, and Sir Robert Del Naysmythe - all carrying their weapons and looking angry) Hello, Belavarg. It's been a long time, mon ancient ennemi.

Bard Peter: I thought the Evil One banished you!

Belavarg: *smirks* Perhaps he did, but would I listen?

Sir Robert: Georgiano's ancestor informed Madame Ursula that you have attacked my ancestor. (Narrows his eyes) Just as you've attacked me before. I know how strong his energy is...and mine.

Belavarg: And you feel left out?

Bard Peter: (Holds up his bow and air) My ancestor is not the only one who can read auras. I've read yours. (He puts his hand on Belavarg's shoulder before he can stop him...and pulls it back, shaking his hand like he's been stung) You...you want to destroy us! All of us!

Sir Robert: Why did you take my ancestor's music? You know how much it means to them...and us.

Bard Peter: They told us what you did. Why did you make him sign that contract? It might as well have been a deal for his soul.

Belavarg: Because music is the one thing that links ALL of you.

*Georgiano curses in Italian under his breath.*

Sir Robert: It is the one thing we all hold dear. We are all musiciens.

Bard Peter: You...you....swine!

Lord David: You bloody bastard!

(Sir Robert launches himself at Belavarg without thinking, thrusting his sword at him as hard as he can.)

Bard Peter: Robert, be careful! He is full of tricks!

*Belavarg makes his own sword appear out of nowhere and blocks Sir Robert's strike.*

Sir Michael: You monstre! Release mon ancestre!

Bard Peter: What have you done to Michael Nesmith, the new White Knight?

Belavarg: I was trying to corrupt him, but his friends interrupted before I could finish.

Sir Robert: He is going dement! Crazy! He is switching between evil, good...and animal! You have driven the poor man mad! (He shoves Belavarg against his work table and jumps at him, sword at the ready)

Bard Peter: Micheal, watch out!

*Belavarg ducks away.*

Sir Michael: (Growling) You release mon ancestre from that contract. Music means nothing to you, or to any demon.

(He lunges for Belavarg again...but Belavarg is ready for him this time.)

*Belavarg strikes the side of Michael's head with the handle of his sword.*

(Robert falls to the floor, dropping his sword. Peter gasps and goes towards him.)

Bard Peter: Robert! My friend!

(Belavarg grabs the sword as two zombies block Bard Peter. Four more surround the other two.)

Bard Peter: You cannot harm us! We are spirits, like Lady Ursula!

Belavarg: It would appear that I've figured out how.

(Sir Michael barely has a chance to get to his knees before Belavarg grabs a small cage off the table. It looks like something that would be used to hold lab animals.)

Sir Robert: (Growls again) What is that thing?

Bard Peter: It looks like cage

Belavarg: That is exactly what it is.

Bard Peter: But we're too large to fit in it!

Sir Robert: (Rolls his eyes) Non, Pierre. I believe it is for our spirit forms.

Bard Peter: Oh.

Sir Robert: (As Belavarg reaches for a test tube) You'll not put me in that little cage. I am no animal, alive or dead!

Bard Peter: Lady Ursula will be angry if she finds out you have attacked us, much less the living Guardians!

(Belavarg smirks and picks up Sir Robert's sword with his other hand.)

Sir Robert: Do not touch that! It was made for me by the finest sword-maker in all of Paris!

(Sir Robert finally gets up to try to strike Belavarg again, even if he goes through him. Belavarg is ready for him, however. He easily pulls away from the enraged spirit.)

Sir Robert: You always were a coward. You would never fight, just vanish!

(Georgiano and Lord David start for Belavarg, but he points Sir Robert's sword at them.)

Sir Robert: Don't harm them!

(Belavarg ignores him and starts towards them with the sword and the vial of liquid...when suddenly, a hole burns through the door! The camera shoots through the hole, revealing Micky holding out his hands and Davy and Peter behind him, grinning. Peter now has a half-conscious Mike on his back.)

Peter: Good work with the fire power, Micky!

Sir Robert: (Turns to Georgiano) He is most certainly your ancestre.

Georgiano: *Smirks* That, he is.

Peter: (He turns to Belavarg, his eyes as angry as they'll ever be) You restore Michael this minute! Whatever you did to him destroyed his mind! He's suffering from split personality disorder. The poor man can't decide if he's good, evil, or a wolf!

Mike: (His eyes flutter open) Huh...Pete...

Peter: Michael, how do you feel?

Mike: Is Micky playin' "Randy Scouse Git" on my head?

Peter: No.

Mike: That's how I feel.

Peter: Reverse the spell NOW, Belavarg. Or I'll turn the entirety of Mother Nature on you. You know I can. You've seen me do it.

Mike: (Smirks evilly) You don't wanna see Pete handle Mother Nature when he's mad.

Peter: (Puts Mike on the floor) I don't like the sound of that...

Mike: Which one do you want me to take on first, Master?

Peter: Michael, stop it!

Mike: (Shakes his head, as if trying to clear it) Pete...

Belavarg: Michael, attack anyone!

Sir Robert: (He gets in front of Mike) Non, mon ancestre! He is not your commandant! No one is! You commande yourself!

Mike: But...he...I...

(Mike finally collapses on the floor on his knees, screaming and holding his head to his hands.)

Mike: Can't...think...attack...don't...I AM A MAN! (He lets out a long, confused howl.)

Peter: Belavarg, fix him! Make him right!

(Zombies are already surrounding the boys. Sir Michael lets out his own growl.)

Sir Michael: Georgiano, Lord David, you attack those creatures. Keep them from us while the rest of us take on Belavarg.

(Peter shoots the cage Belavarg holds. It turns into a potted geranium that even sprouts while Belavarg holds it.)

Peter: Davy, see if you can heal Michael enough to get him on his feet. Micky, you come with me. We're going to help Sir Michael take Belavarg down.

(Peter shoots at Belavarg again. He misses Bela himself but gets his test tube, which turns into a butterfly.)

(Sir Robert grabs his sword and duels furiously with Belavarg...until Micky taps him on the shoulder and takes over.)

Micky: *Grins* I'd suggest fixing Mike now... *grin turns into a scowl* or else we're gonna let the cops know about a TON of illegal chemicals not made for home usage and show them EXACTLY WHERE to find them.

Peter: (Nods) I thought some of these (indicates the chemistry set) didn't look quite right.

Belavarg: *Growls* Fine. *grabs a vial from the table* This will fix him.

Sir Robert: Give it to him...and don't harm him in any way.

(Mike just whimpers as Davy puts his hand on his chest, trying to heal him even a little.)

*Belavarg gives the contents of the vial to Mike. When it's all gone, he steps away, scowling.*

(Mike continues whimpering for a minute. He gasps as a navy light and smoke appears around him. When the smoke dissipates, we see him on his feet, still holding his head...but his velvet brown eyes are clear and their regular color.)

Sir Robert: Mon ancestre, how do you feel now?

Mike: Still like Mick's drummin' in my brain, but not like I wanna kill someone. (Turns to Belavarg) Except for him. We still have the matter of the contracts to settle. That contract isn't legal. I signed it while under the influence of your probably illegal drugs.

Belavarg: Perhaps... *laughs, then he disappears in a puff of smoke, the laughter fading out*

Peter: (As the ancestors curse in various languages behind him) Darn it!

Sir Robert: He always does that. Even in his own home.

Mike: (Nods at the ancestors) Thanks for comin' in like that, guys.

Sir Robert: Thank your Micky. He is the one who informed Ursula of the danger.

Micky: *shrugs* There wasn't much else that would've worked.

Mike: So, where the hell have you guys been for the past five years or so?

Sir Robert: Catching up with our femmes, mon ancestre.

Bard Peter: We have had a lot of catching up to do!

Sir Robert: We had to pry Georgiano away from his Laryen with crowbar.

*Georgiano just grins.*

Sir Robert: We have not come because you did not need us. You needed us now.

Mike: Why? 'Cause Belavarg decided he was in the mood to mess with me?

Sir Robert: You are the leader...or one of them, from what your Peter has told us. If he corrupts you entirely, he may be able to corrupt all of you.

Mike: (Groans) Great. Just wonderful.

Peter: I think we ought to get out of here, before Belavarg decides to go back

Mike: Yeah. (Narrows his eyes) I think we may have a law suit against Dark Star Records on our hands.

Peter: (Turns to the ancestors) What about you? If we ever need you again...

Sir Robert: (Shakes his head) Do not worry, mon ancestres. Lady Ursula will tell us if you are in great danger.

Peter: (He smiles at the four spirits) Thank you. You helped us more than we can ever repay. :)

Sir Robert: (Bows) It is our grande plasir, ancestres.

Micky: Thanks, guys!

Bard Peter: You're very welcome!

Sir Robert: Until we meet again! (The four men fade out, returning to four lights as they bob and dart out the door.)

Peter: I think we'd better head out, too.

Mike: I need some aspirin and a good kiss from Em.

Peter: We'll get you home first. I'll get you out. Your head probably isn't up to using your powers.

Mike: Thanks.

(There's a series of blue lights. When they subside, the boys are gone. Fade out on the lab. Fade in on the dungeon. Midge is still tied to the same chair she was tied to before.)

Midge: (Makes a face) I wish Bela would hurry up and come downstairs for his evening torture session. This is not comfortable. Those silly boys didn't lock the chains nearly tight enough for real torture!

*Belavarg arrives in a puff of smoke and shakes his head upon seeing her. He undoes the chains, letting her free.*

Midge: Thank you, dear. Those silly boys do not know the first thing about torturing someone.

Belavarg: I noticed that.

Midge: How did you do with them?

Belavarg: Not well. Their ancestors showed up and made me fix the one I was trying to control.

Midge: The tall, thin one? (Sighs) I guess this is back to, what is saying, writing board.

Belavarg: Not quite. I didn't completely fix him. I just made the differences less obvious.

Midge: So he's still under our control?

Belavarg: Yes.

Midge: This is good. (Sighs) We just have find a way to get all four of them together. I would like to torture that little one. He's very pretty.

Belavarg: Well, we may have another chance. Ms. Staffer called earlier, saying she had an idea for another business we could buy out that has ties to those boys.

Midge: That sounds very good. It will bring them to us?

Belavarg: *Nods* Yes.

Midge: That is wonderful. Just wonderful.

Midge: (Takes his arm) Shall we enjoy some time together and celebrate our new army of evil? >:)

Belavarg: Let’s.

(The camera fades out on the two as they head upstairs, laughing evilly all the way. >:) )