Ok, who's ready to talk to Honeywell and get some answers?

Mike: Me, if we must. :p

Peter: Me! I'm scared! :(

Davy: These guys really mean business!

Micky: I am!

Lauren: Me too!

(We open as the whole group, including the twins, walk into the Tokyo CIS branch...which looks like the same set used for Inspector Blount's office in "Monkee Chow Mein" with simple Oriental furnishings, like silk scrolls on the walls and bamboo screens in a few places. Honeywell sits behind his desk.)

Honeywell: Keiko! (He goes to her) Are you all right? We heard about the attack in the restaraunt.

Mike: Honeywell, they attacked US. All of us. :p

Honeywell: They must have mistaken you for agents.

Emma: Again. :p

Micky: Everybody's okay, if rather annoyed. :P

Honeywell: Well, Keiko, did you deliver the information?

Keiko: Yes, I did, fortunately.

Honeywell: Good. We're going to need to give you your equipment for this mission and your assignments...

Micky: Equipment? ;) :D

Mike: (Puts up a hand) Whoa there, boy. What's all this "we" business? Haven't I pointed out before that we're NOT professionals?

Valerie: But we seem to be caught in this...again...whether we like this or not. :p

Mike: Yeah, well, some of us would like to keep our minds in one piece, thank you. :p

Honeywell: Look, I promise you, I'll send my best operatives, give you all the finest equipment in the business. Between my men and your own entourage, you'll be as well-protected as we can make you.

Mike: When will you get it through your head that we're NOT spies?

Honeywell: Why don't you ask the others what they want to do?

Mike: (Looks at the rest of the group) Guys...

Emma: (Sighs) I don't like it...but we don't seem to have much choice. At least part of this pornography ring thinks we're involved. :p

Micky: Sorry, Mike, but he said "finest equipment"... ;)

Peter: I'm with Mike. Every time we get involved with spying, we get hurt! :(

Valerie: (Sighs) I don't know WHAT to think. No, we're not spies, but we may get hurt if we get involved...or if we DON'T. They think we're in on this. :p

Davy: (Shrugs) I'm in. I don't mind doin' some spyin' on the side. What about you, Daph?

Daphne: I'm in!

Lauren: I'm in, too.

Honeywell: Someone is going to have to watch the children elsewhere, though. They're a bit young for spying, and I really don't want to risk them getting hurt.

Emma: We could switch off. Half the group could take the kids and the other half could help Keiko, and vice-versa, at least while the boys aren't rehearsing.

Katie: Wat spying?

Honeywell: We're looking for information, young lady, on bad things that some people do, so they can be arrested and punished.

Katie: No-nos?

Honeywell: (Nods) Yes, we look for the people doing very bad no-nos.

Honeywell: Weren't there two other children with you when you came in?

Lauren: *eyes widen* Mick?

Micky: *grins* I think they found the equipment Honeywell just mentioned a few moments ago. *shrugs* I didn't think there was any reason to not let them go in there. There's gotta be workers in there.

Honeywell: (Eyes widen) There's no one on staff right now! They're all on lunch break! :o

Micky: Uhh...uh oh. :-O

Peter: I'm sure the twins wouldn't do any damage! :)

Lauren: Peter, these're OUR kids we're talking about. ;)

(An older man in a lab coat - Mr. Desmond from "Big Apple Monkees" - walks in with a twin under either arm.)

Mr. Desmond: All right, to whom do these youngsters belong? We aren't supposed to have children here, you know.

Micky: I'll take 'em. :">

Mr. Desmond: (Hands them over to their parents) You might want to have a chat with these two about playing with highly explosive compounds. They almost blew this entire building back to North America. :p

Micky: *grins* Trust me, they've already HAD that talk. ;)

*Lauren rolls her eyes.* 8-|

Mike: (Sideways glance at Micky) Highly explosive compound?

Mr. Desmond: (Nods and pulls out a white, putty-like substance) Do you see this compound? Looks like ordinary molding clay, doesn't it? (He smooshes it against a table, then lights a taper on the end. There's a BANG, and as the smoke clears, the table is in pieces)

Davy: (As everyone waves the smoke away) Man, don't show off that stuff around Micky! 'E may get ideas!

Honeywell: (Coughs) Or in the main office. That was a perfectly good table!

Micky: I like that! Hey, do you sell this stuff? ;)

Mr. Desmond: Sorry, Inspector. I sometimes get carried away with my work. (Shakes his head) No. It's not quite ready yet. We still need to make a few more tests.

Honeywell: Please, Desmond, if you're going to show the kids the equipment, do it in the labs, NOT in my office. :p

Mr. Desmond: Very well, Inspector. (Nods at the group) Follow me. (Heads through a door. Cut to a room filled with huge computers, chemistry sets, spare parts...and flowers and boxes of Japanese food and tea.)

Mike: Man, you guys are really gettin' into things around here, ain't ya? ;)

Davy: (Takes Micky's arm) Don't drool over everything at once, man. ;)

Micky: Oh, man... *whimpers* =P~

Lauren: *puts a hand on his shoulder* Mick, control yourself. ;)

Mr. Desmond: Now, do you see these flowers?

Peter: These? (Picks up a bunch of exotic-looking orange, pink, and purple blossoms) They're so beautiful! What kind are they? (Leans over to sniff them...but Desmond pulls him away)

Mr. Desmond: Don't do that, boy! Those particular flowers are a very special hybrid breeded by our Asian branch. These emit a sleeping gas. It's not deadly, but when placed directly under a victim's nose, they will fall unconcious for up to five-to-eight hours.

Peter: (Pulls away from the flowers) Oh man... :p :o

Mr. Desmond: (Picks up a bouquet of roses) These roses have very special thorns. When thrown, they are as sharp as any ninja star weapon. (Throws a long-stemmed rose against a foam rubber pad on a wall. It sticks fast, sharp and straight.)

Micky: Wow! :D =P~

Davy: (Nudges Daph) 'Ey, Daph, I finally found you somethin' for Valentine's Day. ;)

Daphne: *half grin* Hmm. I like those. ;)

Mr. Desmond: (Takes some round-looking blue flowers) These look like they have yet to open. They haven't opened because (pulls out a wick) they're really small smoke bombs. When detatched from their stems and thrown, they create enough smoke to distract everyone within a five-mile radius.

Micky: Oh, my... :D

Mr. Desmond: (Pulls a knife from the stem) These knives will cut through most metals up to three inches thick.

Mike: (Grins) I sorta like that. ;)

Katie: Wat dis? (Picks up the chopsticks - Mr. Desmond takes them and pats her head)

Mr. Desmond: Those aren't toys, young lady. These chopsticks aren't for attempting to eat your dinner with. They're a set of miniature cameras. (Rolls his eyes) No, they DON'T come with miniature cameramen. ;) :p

Mike: Darn. I miss Yamashita. ;)

Micky: Rats. :P ;)

Mike: This is crazy! How do you expect us to catch the porn ring with flowers and chopsticks?

Mr. Desmond: One must blend into one's surroundings, my boy. (Takes Micky's hand from a bowl of noodles) Don't touch those! They're a small explosive based around rice flour and an ancient gunpowder technique! :p

Micky: Really? Groovy! :D

Davy: Whatever you do, mate, don't give 'im that recipie. ;) :p

Mr. Desmond: Quite top secret, of course.

Micky: Darn. :P ;)

Mr. Desmond: Of course, Miss Keiko already has her instructions. I wager she could tell you as much about your next assignment as I could. (Nods) You'll be passing as delivery people to a flower arrangement shop in downtown Tokyo that we think may be a cover for the shop's real uses.

Valerie: So, our assignment is...

Mr. Desmond: Find the head of this pornography ring and the main headquarters and call us. We'll put them out of business. Inspector Honeywell will probably give you more details.

Emma: (Takes Katie's shoulders) We need to decide who is going to watch the kids and who is going to do this.

Mike: I'm goin'.

Peter: I'll watch the kids. They’re always so good when I watch them! :)

Micky: I'm going!

Valerie: I'll stay with Peter and the children. I need to handle some tour business, anyway. I'm afraid I simply don't have the time to go gallavanting all over Tokyo playing spy.

Daphne: I'll go!

Davy: As will I.

Lauren: *shrugs* Ah, what the heck, I'll go, too.

Emma: And me.

Mr. Desmond: There's two more things I need to show you. Follow me.

Mike: We've gotta follow him. (They follow him, imitating his slightly stiff-legged walk all the way, even the kids. ;) )

(The group heads down a stairway and arrive at a garage. A small, shiny car and a sporty motorcycle sit in the garage.)

Mike: (Grins) Oh, man... :D

Micky: Wow! :D

Mr. Desmond: These are the latest model of two local companies. We think they're of not bad manufacture, and at the rate Japan is turning these out, they could compete with Detroit in the automobile industry within the next ten years.

(Mike runs his fingers lovingly over the motorcycle; the others admire the car.)

Katie: Wow, pwetty car! :D

*The twins go "Vroom, vroom!"* :D

Mr. Desmond: In addition to being equipped with all the standard accessories, we have a few unique additions to show you. (Gets into the driver's seat and pushes a button, revealing a green screen) First, you have your radar. (Holds up a small, magnetic device) Attatch this device to any metalic surface, and you can follow it up to a hundred miles.

Katie: Wow! :o

Mr. Desmond: You have your oil slick (pushes a button - oil spews out of the back) and smoke screen (pushes another button - we see a small burst of smoke). This (points to a button) deposits nails to puncture tires.

Micky: I love this. :D

Davy: You would, mate. ;)

Mr. Desmond: I'm rather proud of this one. (Pushes another button - two guns pop out of the front hood) Front and rear guns. Can shoot at speeds up to 150 miles per hour.

Mike: What 'bout the motorcycle?

Mr. Desmond: Similar equipment to the car, but more flexibility and, for obvious reasons, smaller guns. You do have something else, though. (Flips open some small, wing-like objects on either side) The motorcycle can fly in the air for a very short time, short enough to jump over, say, six-to-eight cars.

Mike: Flight AND speed? Tell me when this baby is on the market. ;) :D

Emma: Oh no, you don't! You already have two motorcycles! :p

Mike: We could use a third, just in case the first two break down. ;)

Mr. Desmond: That should be everything you'll need. Now, are there any questions? ;)

Micky: Yes! Can I move in here? *Lauren slugs his arm*

Mr. Desmond: (Chuckles) Um, no, I'm afraid we have no living facilities here. ;)

Lauren: Thank goodness. :P

Mike: Besides, I wouldn't trust him around all this stuff. He's worse than the kiddies when it comes to blowin' everythin' to here, there, and gone. ;) :p

Mr. Desmond: (Raises his eyebrows) You have dabbled in chemistry, my boy?

Micky: Dabbled? I've MORE than dabbled...

Lauren: It's more like he's EXPLODED. ;)

Mr. Desmond: Perhaps we could...exchange scientific ideas. Nothing formal, of course. ;)

Micky: *grins* Of course. ;)

Mike: (Groans) Oh, no. That's the last thing Mick needs. A kindred spirit. :p

Mr. Desmond: Why don't we discuss the fine art of creating explosions while I take all of you back upstairs for your briefing? ;)

Micky: Works for me. ;)

Mr. Desmond: You know, boy, I think I like your spirit. (Puts his arm around Micky's shoulder as the group walks back upstairs)

Mike: (Grumbling to himself, as he's last) God, we're in trouble. :p