Everyone ready to check out Frazzlemeyer's?

Mike: Yeah.

Peter: I'm almost afraid of what we'll find there...

Micky: You bet.

Davy: I am.

Nyles: Ready, man!

Slip: As long as there ain't no more monsters.

Sach: I don't like monsters.

(We open with a look at what seems to be a cooler area. There's nothing but boxes and more boxes of ice cream, cones, bowls, spoons, bananas, and sundae toppings. Huge bottles of chocolate syrup and cans of strawberry and pineapple topping line the walls. Mike peers in, then looks over his shoulder and waves to the others.)

Mike: Looks like the coast is clear, gang.

Peter: (Shivers) Brr! I wish we could have gotten in somewhere else besides the cooler!

Mike: We sure as hell couldn't go in the front way after yesterday.

Peter: We have to get upstairs. That's where we saw Frazzlemeyer and Freddy Rogers.

Mike: (Sniffs; makes a face) I smell danger in here. Big-time. Not like devil danger, but nothin' warm n' fuzzy, either.

Peter: Great.

Mike: (Looks up) Do you guys hear somethin'?

Peter: (Looks up) It sounds like...moaning...

Mike: Like the moaning we heard last night.

Slip: I ain't goin' in first.

Sach: Me neither.

Mike: Then I'll go in. (He goes into the darkness beyond the cooler...and a few seconds later, we see him turn and run in the opposite direction.)

Micky: I think he found something.

Peter: (Points as ice cream monsters come lumbering after Mike) MONSTERS!

*Sach yelps and tries to run away, but Slip grabs a handful of the back of his sweatshirt.*

Davy: Not again.

Jessie: Is this where we do the in-and-out of doors thing, like on "Scooby Doo?"

Nyles: Looks like it.

Mike: Let's get outta here!

("All the King's Horses" begins as everyone scatters. Mike pours chocolate sauce on the floor, letting the monsters slip on it.)

*Slip goes over to a hose on the wall. He waves Sach over and directs him to turn the wheel and turn on the water. Slip holds the end of the hose and directs it at the monsters as water starts spraying out.*

(Peter grabs buckets of ice to harden the melting ice cream. He stops two monsters dead in their tracks.)

Mike: Guys, they ain't monsters! Keep meltin' them!

Jessie: Now this is REALLY startin' to sound like "Scooby Doo!" (She manages to push two into huge containers of sprinkles with a broom.)

(The two remaining monsters chase Micky and Davy over to a freezer.)

Mike: (As the music ends, Micky and Davy duck away...and the monsters slide into the freezer) Good work, you two.

Micky: No sweat!

Peter: Ok, Slip, Sach, you can turn off the water now.

*Sach turns the wheel to turn the water off. Slip swings the end of the hose, smirking.*

(When the water subsides, the camera reveals...people wearing rubber suits and rubber masks.)

Peter: I'll do it. The blond guy always pulled the masks off in "Scooby Doo." (He pulls off one of the rubber masks...to reveal a teenager in a Frazzlemeyer’s Ice Cream Treat t-shirt and cap.)

Mike: Ain't that supposed to be Frazzlemeyer, or at least someone familiar?

Peter: It is familiar! I think that's one of the people who works here! That guy took our order yesterday!

Mike: (Pulls off another mask) And I think this chick is a waitress!

Jessie: (She pulls the mask off of one of the people who landed in the sprinkles) Hey, I think this is a delivery guy!

Mike: What's goin' on here?

Peter: (Frowns) None of these people are Freddy Rogers, though. We saw Frazzlemeyer attack Freddy!

Mike: (Makes a face) Maybe we'd better clean up in here, before someone comes back. We're trespassing.

Peter: (Nods) This isn't like a cartoon. We could get in real trouble if someone finds us in here.

Mike: Besides, we already know at least one thing Frazzlemeyer's up to.

Peter: In addition to brain drain, he's kidnapping.

Mike: We'll have to check upstairs at night or another time.

Peter: Right.

*We fade as the group starts to head out. Fade in on everyone back at Millie's.*

Slip: *Folds his arms He stands behind Sach, who seated at a table.* How can you eat ice cream after what we just went through?

Sach: Easy. Stick the spoon into it, then stick it in my mouth.

Mike: (Watches Micky eat a huge hot fudge sundae) He's not the only one who don't have any problems with it. Ain't you gonna spoil your dinner?

Micky: Didn't we have dinner already?

Slip: I'm glad Millie has more than just ice cream.

Mike: No kiddin'.

Millie: (She comes out with everyone else's orders) Here you go, gang. (Shakes her head at Sach and Micky) I can't believe how much you two eat.

Micky: Still? After all the years you've known me?

Millie: I figured you would have slowed down a little by now. Don't you usually have to compete with the kiddies at home?

Micky: Yeah.

Slip: Kids, nutin'. Try competin' wit' Sach.

Micky: I'd like to.

*Sach nods, his mouth full.*

Slip: Gluttons.

Mike: Normal Mick.

Slip: Normal Sach. Don't mean he ain't a glutton.

Millie: So, what's all this about monsters and ice cream men and goons and Frazzlemeyer draining people?

Peter: We think Frazzlemeyer is using his ice cream to drain people of their intelligence, even briefly.

Davy: We saw it happen to Slip right in front of us.

Micky: How could you tell?

Slip: You wanna say that to my face, Mick?

Micky: I think I did.

*Slip seems to pull his hat out of nowhere and belts Micky with it.*

Micky: Hey! *covers his head* Where do you hide that hat of yours anyway?

Slip: Whadaya think pockets are for?

Micky: *Grumbles* Hiding your weapon of a hat, apparently.

Millie: Slip, what have I told ya 'bout doin' that where people can see it?

Slip: *Actually blushes* Sorry 'bout that, Millie. I swear I been better. This lug just brings worst outta me.

Sach: *Nods* That's right, Millie. He ain't been carryin' it up until today.

Micky: Mike used to say the same thing about me. Didn't you, Mike?

Davy: That was me, mate.

Micky: Don't everyone gang up on me, yeesh.

Slip: *Turns to Millie* I won't let it happen again, Millie. I'll just stay away from 'im.

Davy: Good luck with that, mate.

Millie: I'll make sure you do. Why don't you go mop the back room and get the last muffins out of the freezer?

Slip: *Nods* Okay, Millie. *Heads out a bit sheepishly to do as told.*

Peter: Maybe we ought to call the girls and tell them what's happening and that we'll likely be doing another stake-out tonight.

Davy: Good idea, mate.