Everyone ready to trap Frazzlemeyer and the monsters...before he traps Mr. Cartwright?

Peter: Let's go.

Mike: This should be interestin'.

Micky: Ready.

Davy: So am I.

(We open in the main room, with Lauren, Herman, and Peter keeping an eye on the dark factory while Micky, who stands behind them, tries to work the controls.)

Peter: I really hope the others can distract the monsters.

Lauren: At the very least, we have our secret weapon.

Peter: No kidding. I can't believe he WANTED to be a monster.

Lauren: I can't believe Sach argued with him for it.

Peter: They probably just want to eat the costume. (Looks over his shoulder) How's it coming, Micky? Have you figured out how to get your ice cream in there yet?

Micky: Almost got it...

Peter: (Eyes widen) Hurry, Mick! I hear someone coming!

(Lauren, Herman, and Peter duck behind some of the equipment. What looks like long, lumbering shadows at first, though, turn out to be Emma, Mike, Slip, and Sach.)

Peter: Whew! (As they come out from behind the machinery) You guys scared us!

Slip: *Turns to Sach* Take your mask off, jerk.

Sach: I ain't wearin' a mask.

Slip: *Smirks* My mistake, my dear man.

Peter: (Sighs) We thought you were the monsters!

Mike: We thought YOU were the monsters!

Herman: Depends on who you talk to.

Mike: We did get the nets set up, just like you asked.

Emma: Davy and Daphne are working on the buckets of ice water.

Peter: Good. Mike and Em, you two go up to the catwalks and make sure the nets come down at the right time.

Mike: Ok. Slip and Sach, you guys know what to do to bring the monsters in. Nyles is already doin' his part.

Slip: I got it. An' I'll make sure Sach gets it, too.

Sach: Thanks, Chief, you're so kind!

Peter: Valerie and Millie will be getting Frazzlemeyer and my father-in-law down here before he can give him the ice cream.

Micky: I'm ready!

Herman: That's great, Mick, because here come Frazzlehopper!

Peter: Frazzlemeyer...and everybody move!

(People duck under equipment and behind doors as Frazzlemeyer comes out, with Valerie, Millie, Mr. Cartwright, and several other older men in nondescript suits.)

Millie: I told you, Frazz, I ain't here 'cause of the competition! I'm here 'cause there's somethin' wrong with your ice cream!

Frazzlemeyer: There's nothing wrong with my ice cream! It's very popular.

Valerie: It's damaging people's minds!

Frazzlemeyer: It's doing no such thing!

Morgan Cartwright: Mr. Frazzlemeyer, my daughter is not only a very intelligent woman, but the head of her own company. If she says it, I believe it.

Frazzlemeyer: What does the head of a music company know about making ice cream?

Millie: What does a guy who spent most of his life workin' as an accountant for Sealtest's labs know about ice cream?

Frazzlemeyer: How do you know that?

Millie: I run a soda shop. I hear things.

Frazzlemeyer: If you don't believe me, taste my ice cream! It's the best anywhere!

(Valerie's eyes widen. She immediately turns to the pair of sneaker-clad feet sticking out from under the conveyor belt.)

Millie: (Mutters to Valerie) I sure hope Micky fixed the ice cream, or you're going to be fathering your father for a while.

Valerie: Me too.

Frazzlemeyer: (He puts on a pair of rubber gloves from an assistant and scoops a bit of ice cream from a box, then hands them to Morgan and the others) Well?

Morgan: (Tastes it and shrugs) Not a bad vanilla. Perhaps a bit oversweet...

Frazzlemeyer: Is that all? It's not the best ice cream you've ever had?

*Suddenly, there's a very loud sneeze, which is quickly followed by the sound of a hat walloping someone's head.*

Frazzlemeyer: What was that?

Millie: (Rolls her eyes) I think that's what they call a sneeze, Frazz.

Morgan Cartwright: (To the piece of equipment where the sneeze came from) Bless you!

Sach: Thank you!

Frazzlemeyer: I smell a rat...and I don't like rats in my factory. You can come out (stamps on a hand that can be seen behind a podium) NOW!

Herman: *Comes out holding his hand* Why, you little...

Frazzlemeyer: Boys, get this trespasser out of here now!

Herman: Just try it!

Frazzlemeyer: Oh, I won't. (He lets out a whistle...and dozens of goons appear around them.) They will.

("Can You Dig It?" begins as Frazzlemeyer's goons lunge for Herman...only to find themselves on the floor when Slip and Micky jump on them!)

(Millie happily knocks Frazzlemyer to the floor.)

(Valerie grabs her father's arm and leads him away from the romp and outside.)

(Peter sees the goons coming and joins the fray. Everyone steps around and over the unconscious Frazzlemeyer.)

(Millie ducks away from the goons and follows Valerie out the door to meet the cops.)

(Peter grabs one of the ice cream hoses and squirts one of the goons with it. He ends up in a heap on the floor.)

*Suddenly, a bunch of the monsters enter the room, led by Sach and a rather familiar figure covered in vanilla ice cream.*

(Jessie runs after them, grinning.)

(The monster attacks other monsters as Davy and Daphne run in with buckets of water and hoses! They squirt everyone in the room...not being all that discriminate.)

*Davy accidentally hoses off Herman. He waves his apology. Herman waves with one finger.*

(Now everyone is slipping and sliding! Frazzlemeyer tries to get to his feet to start the conveyor belt...but a hand slams on his before he can pull the "on" button.)

*Micky waggles a finger at Frazzlemeyer. Uh uh uhhh!*

(Mike falls over one of the ice cream monsters. He finds himself covered in goop!)

(Emma grins. She takes some of Micky's ice cream and heaves it at a goon. It knocks him right into an ice cream vat!)

*Sach finds himself a perch and does color commentary into an ice cream cone.*

(Mike nods. He runs over to drop the nets as Emma flings ice cream at goons.)

(Peter flings ice cream at a whole line of goons, knocking them down dominoes-style. )

(Emma grabs ice cream cones and puts them on top of the heads of the monsters on the floor. Look, goon-cones!)

*Slip flings some fists at the goons, 'sticking' to the baddies that won't mess him up any further.*

(Emma flings ice cream at what she believes to be a familiar behind...but turns out to be Micky's.)

*Micky makes a face, but then shrugs and laughs.*

Mike: (Calls from above as the music ends) Nets comin'! (The nets drop onto the entire group. Valerie, Millie, Sergeant Nielson, Morgan Cartwright, and Nielson's squadron storm in just in time to see Frazzlemeyer emerge from under the net)

Frazzlemeyer: (Points to the kids, some of whom are also pulling out from under the nets) Officer, I want you to arrest these people for trespassing!

Millie: Hold it, Frazz. They're trespassin' for a good reason.

Frazzlemeyer: How could they have a good reason? Look what they did to my men!

Mike: His men attacked us!

Sergeant Nielson: Just tell me what this is all about, everyone.

Peter: Mr. Frazzlemeyer, what happened to Freddy Rogers?

Frazzlemeyer: How should I know?

Mike: He sold you the place. (Narrows his eyes) Or did he?

Nyles: *Joins them still about half covered with ice cream, he's dragging a former monster with him* Don't forget about Freddy Rogers here

Mike: Nyles, would you like to pull off his mask and reveal him to everyone? He was a surfing buddy of yours.

Sergeant Nielson: Mask? What is this, a comic book?

*Nyles yanks off the mask to reveal Freddy.*

(Freddy is a tall, lanky fellow with long, frizzy golden hair and a goatee. He looks around, dazed.)

Freddy: Man, where am I? (Looks at Nyles) Dude, how did I get here? (Holds up his ice-cream-clad hand) And what's with the gunk?

Nyles: It's a long story, man.

Emma: And that's not all. (She pulls off another mask, revealing a young woman) He's been kidnapping people from his store and using them to scare people away from his formula.

Sergeant Nielson: Is this true, Frazzlemeyer?

Frazzlemeyer: Yes...no...how could it be? Monsters!

Millie: Forget the comic book. This is startin' to sound like a Saturday mornin' cartoon.

Micky: You might wanna check out his ice cream formula, Sarge. It causes a sorta of brain drain on anyone who eats it.

Sergeant Nielson: Brain drain?

Freddy: Man, is that why my head feels like it's bein' drummed on?

Morgan Cartwright: Were you going to do that to me and the others, too?

Frazzlemeyer: Yes...no.... (throws up his arms) Darn it! It was the only way I could get you to listen! You wouldn't put my ice cream in your chain any other way!

Morgan Cartwright: Why don't you tell us the full story?

Frazzlemeyer: Yes, I was an accountant for Sealtest, but I was also interested in working in the labs. I'd developed a great new ice cream that could limit thinking capacity. I thought, if I became smarter, and maybe shared it with my bosses, we could be smart enough to become rich beyond our wildest dreams! (Growls) But those imbeciles fired me after I told them what I had! They thought I was kidding! Didn't believe me!

Mike: (Mutters to Micky) Gee, I wonder why?

*Micky grins.*

Sergeant Nielson: (Takes Frazzlemeyer's arm) Ok, buddy. Why don't we go down to the precinct and talk this over?

(The rest of the squad are rounding up the goons and helping the former monsters clean off the last of the ice cream.)

Millie: (Grins at the MonkeeLeague and their friends) And you know...I think those banana splits are in order.

Sach: Millie?

Millie: Yes, Sach, all you can eat, with extra cherries on top.

Sach: You're so nice! *gives her a big hug*

Slip: Sach!

Millie: (Hugs him back, then grins at the others) It's the least I can do. You saved my business. All of you.

Mike: You're our friend, Millie. The kids think of you as their grandma. We had to do it.

Slip: Yeah, Mill, it weren't nutin'.

Millie: Slip, I know you hate this, but (gives him a little hug) you deserve it, too.

Slip: Aw, that's just mushy.

Sach: Chief, you're turnin' red.

Slip: Yeah, well, so what if I am, hmmm?

Sach: Nutin'.

Millie: (Grins) Come on, everyone. Let's go celebrate, before Slip gets any redder.

Peter: Now you're talking!

Micky: All right!

(Everyone heads out as the camera focuses on the remaining ice cream mess and the now-silent factory and we fade out on the scene.)