Everyone ready to rescue Keiko and Daph? ;)

Mike: Yeah.

Davy: Don't worry, girls, we're comin'! :o

Micky: You bet!

Lauren: I am!

(We open as the group rushes out to the alley between buildings, which is now empty of everything but the group's truck.)

Honeywell: Damn it, they got away!

Davy: Not if we follow them!

Honeywell: (Nods) I'll take the truck. Someone take the car and someone else take the bike.

(Mike and Micky open the back of the truck as Honeywell speaks, revealing both vehicles inside the back.)

Micky: All those for the car come with me.

Mike: I'm on the cycle.

Emma: I'm going with him.

Lauren: I'm with Mick. ;)

Davy: I'll take the car. The cycle's a bit crowded. ;) :p

Honeywell. Right. I'll call my men in the truck. Let's move 'em out! (He heads for the truck. The others climb in the truck and drive the vehicles down a ramp and onto the street.)

(Mike and Emma pick up the trail first. We quickly cut to the car; the men hold Keiko, who struggles in her tape and gag, as the Australian woman drives. Cut back to Mike and Emma as Mike speeds ahead, ducking around several surprised pedestrians, including a woman and her dog who is so startled, the dog jumps into her arms. :o )

*Micky, driving the car, gets on the trail. Davy leans out the back passenger side window with a launch propped on his shoulder. He takes aim and shoots a small, round object. The object attaches itself to the trunk of the bad guys’ car. A little red light blinks. Meanwhile, Lauren pulls out a tracing device and switches it on. A little green light appears.*

(Honeywell drives through a chicken stand, following Mike and Emma. Mike and Emma are able to avoid it on the small, speedy motorcycle. Honeywell can't avoid the cart as easily and ends up sideswiping it, sending cooked and uncooked poultry everywhere.)

(Mike tosses one of the cooked chicken wings over his shoulder as they round a corner to catch up with a car. Emma is working on a drumstick. ;) )

*Micky swerves the poultry cart, taking a small side street. He ends up driving half on a side walk. Lauren sticks her head out the window and yells for people to get out of the way.*

(Honeywell drives past a fruit stand, knocking it over and sending fruit everywhere. When we see the truck again, turning a corner, the once-white truck is now pink and covered with various fruits. ;) )

(Mike catches up with the car...but the car spews green stuff all over. Emma and Mike wipe it off before Mike takes a taste of the green stuff and his face turns red. It's wasabi. :o :p )

*Lauren gives directions via the tracer and their car pulls out back onto the street they'd left earlier, except now their car is in front of the bad guys!*

(The woman rams into them, honking her horn and cursing in two different languages. X( :p )

*Micky's car fish tails, swerving off to the side, momentarily disappearing down an ajoining street. The car reappears after a few seconds, driving backwards!*

(The car speeds past Micky, startling a mother with children at a tea shop.)

(The woman sticks her head out...and is hit over the head with noodles. When she looks behind her, her hair is all noodle and waving as she curses bi-lingually. Emma grins and holds up her bowl of noodles as Mike drives ahead. ;) X( )

(Honeywell sips tea as he catches up with the others...though it's not apparent how he manages to drink tea and drive at the same time. ;) )

(The song ends as the car squeals and speeds away, passing both Micky and Mike. Mike stops at a corner and leans over to talk to the also-stopped Micky.)

Mike: Damn, lost 'em! X(

Micky: *leans with his head propped in his hand out the open window* I hate it when that happens. :P X-(

Lauren: The tracer still works, though! :)

Honeywell: (Also stops and leans out, still sipping his tea) Good. Can you tell where they are?

(There's some honking behind them. They're holding up traffic. They ignore it for the time being.)

Lauren: About two miles ahead. They're turning off the main road and still going.

Honeywell: (Frowns) I think I know where they're heading for. There's a stadium out there. It's used for local sports - baseball, sumo wrestling, and the like.

Davy: (Pops his head out the other side) Well, what are we waitin' for? Let's go get 'em!

Mike: (As the honks get louder) Before these guys start movin' us themselves. ;) :p

Honeywell: (Nods) Right. (Holds out a teacup) Anyone care for some tea?

Mike: Uh, no.

Micky: Maybe later. ;)

Honeywell: Suit yourself. Let's go. (Micky goes first, followed by Mike and Emma and the truck.)

(Cut to the stadium's parking lot. Honeywell parks next to the black car; the kids park next to him. Everyone gets out. Davy runs to the car and looks in.)

Davy: (Growls) Damn it, they're already gone. X(

Micky: Looks like we'll have to go inside.

Honeywell: They're probably in the locker rooms in the back.

Mike: How are we gonna get back there? Those sumo wrestlers could make eight hundred of us! :p

Davy: Nine 'undred of Mick. ;)

Micky: *swats Davy* Funny! :P ;)

Honeywell: You kids are already dressed for the job. (Sees a bucket and mop and hands them to Micky) Have you ever wanted to clean up this one-horse town? ;)

Micky: *grins* Yeah... ;)

(Cut to the concrete-walled halls of the stadium. Honeywell peers in first; he wears a khaki uniform similar to the kids', a painter's hat, and pulls a cartful of cleaning equipment. The kids, all carrying mops, brooms, and buckets, follow him.)

Honeywell: Ok, kids, look for familiar faces or anyone suspicious.

Mike: (Groans) Man, they all look the same to me! We'll never...

(They move out of the way...as best they can...as several gigantic men in sumo costumes waddle down the hall.)

Micky: Holy geez. Those guys're even bigger than I thought they were!

Lauren: TV doesn't do their size justice.

Davy: (Makes a face) Whew! Wouldn't want to go up against THEM in the ring!

Mike: Yeah, we'd be flatter than a pancake in five minutes! :p

Micky: You know, I saw this one sumo wrestler, he'd get on the second set of ropes, in an actual wrestling ring, instead of those circular ones, and he'd jump off and land on his opponent's chest, completely knocking the air out of them! :P

Mike: Where did you see a sumo wrestler?

Micky: I went to one of those live events and their gimmick for the show was they had a sumo wrestler who'd take on any of the other wrestlers and promised to beat them. Needless to say, he did. Flattened them, flatter than a pancake. They needed a spatula to get the poor guy off the ring mat. :P

Lauren: Mick, you said the opponent walked out under his own power. ;)

Micky: Well, the guy still needed a hand getting up. :P ;)

Honeywell: (Nods down the hall) Ok, kids, stay with me. They're probably around here somewhere; I doubt they're in the ring unless they feel like becoming said pancake. Check every door, and if anyone asks questions, say something uncomprehensible, mop the floor, and leave. ;)

Micky: No problem. ;)

(They peek in rooms. Davy peeks in a room and grins when he sees a bevy of lovely ladies in various states of undress. Cut to the hallway, where we see Davy flying against the wall.)

Mike: You ok, boy?

Davy: (As Mike and Micky help him up) Uh, yeah. The sumo wrestlah's ain't the only ones who pack a punch. :o

Micky: Apparently. ;)

(They peek in another room, which turns out to be a practice area for two sumo wrestlers. They clean around the area. One wrestler accidentally steps in a bucket of water. Honeywell tries to get the bucket off the man's foot and is nearly sat on.)

(Everyone grabs hold of the wrestlers this time. They tug and tug at the man and finally get the bucket off of his foot. Both men growl and make gestures to the point that they want to be alone to practice. ;) :p)

Mike: (As the group is literally thrown out) We've really gotta stop leavin' rooms that way. :p

Micky: Yeah, no kidding. :P

Davy: I thought fat gentlemen were supposed to be jolly! :p

Lauren: Not all of them. :P

Emma: (Leans against the wall near the door) This is ridiculous. We're never going to... (the wall behind Emma opens, and Emma falls in.)

Mike: (Goes to Emma) You ok, darlin'?

Emma: (Rubbing her rear and back) Ok, who put that door behind me? :p

Honeywell: Door?

Lauren: *slirght grin* A door? ;)

(Honeywell leans in and turns on a light as Mike helps Emma to her feet. They reveal another, more narrow hallway. We still hear the sounds of the crowd cheering the sumo wrestlers on, but fainter than before. It's also a shorter hallway, with only two doors at the end of it.)

Honeywell: I do believe we've found it.

Mike: Well, we've either found them, or someone really felt the need for privacy.

Micky: Let’s check it out!

(They head down the hallway, and as they get closer, they hear squeals and shrieks.)

Woman: (On the other side of the door) Calm down, dear. Why don't you just have a drink? You must be thirsty after your ordeal.

Keiko: I do not want a drink! Let me go! :P

Woman: Let her go, gentlemen. We don't want to hurt her. (Sound of liquid being poured) I'm very thirsty. I think I'll have a drink. Are you sure you don't want one, dear?

(Sound of someone drinking liquid.)

Woman: Yes, it's quite good, and it's doing no harm. The gentlemen are going to have some, too.

(More sounds of drinking, then of more pouring.)

Woman: I'm sure you want some, dear. You must be parched after your long day.

Keiko: No. :P

Woman: (Sound of the bed squeaking and squeals) Oh, but you will have a drink, dear. It'll make you feel so much better. (More pouring, then gurgles and squeals) Good, boys. Hold her down. They should have an effect in a few minutes.

Keiko: *groans* Ooooohhh... :P

Woman: Now, then, how do you feel, darling? Better? >:)

Keiko: Uhhhmm... *groans*

Woman: I'm sure you do. Why don't you show us how well you feel? Do you feel like having fun?

Keiko: Fun?

Woman: Lots of fun, rather like the wrestlers out there, but...softer. Why don't you take your clothes off? I'll bet you look much nicer without that hot jumpsuit. ;)

Keiko: *suddenly giggles* Oh...kay... ;)

(Mike puts a hand over Davy's mouth to muffle his growls as we hear the sound of a zipper and fabric moving)

Woman: Boys, turn on the camera. Now, we're going to have some fun for the camera. Would you like that? Would you like the boys to play with you for the camera? They have lots of toys they'd like to show you. ;)

Keiko: *giggles again* Like toys...

Woman: Boys, turn it on. Now, as for you...

Davy: (Growls again) I'm goin' in. They can't do this to 'er! She's just a kid! X(

Honeywell: I don't think that would be...

(Davy rams into the door...and is about to do it again when it opens and he goes flying in. The woman glares at him and at the group in the door. Keiko is artfully arranged under some thin silk blankets on a mat in the middle of a ring. The shelves and pegs on the walls are filled with ordinary gymnaisum objects...and some more of the strange metal, plastic, and feathered objects from the flower shop. Three men stand behind a camera; there's a pile of large videos on a table. Davy runs to Keiko, who is now giggling helplessly.)

Davy: Luv, wot 'ave they done to you? Are you all right? I won't let them film you this way!

Woman: What on earth are all of you doing here? This is private property!

Honeywell: Actually, ma'am, if you want to get technical, we're on some very public property, and as soon as my men and the local police arrive, you're under arrest.

Davy: (Gently shakes Keiko) Luv, please, talk to me! Are you all right? :o

Emma: (Joins Davy) Dave, we went through the same thing with what we believe was her original partner. She's probably gone by now. :p :(

*Keiko just giggles again.*

Mike: Is the camera still on?

Woman: Why?

Mike: Oh, no reason. (Winks at Micky as the men turn the camera off and join them)

*Micky returns the wink.* ;)

Mike: Look, darlin', before you call in the sumo boys to mush us into ground pork, just what IS all this? (Sweeps his hand around to indicate the gymnasium/makeshift studio)

Woman: It's one of the bases for our operations.

*Micky nonchalantly plays with the camera.* ;)

Mike: ONE of?

Woman: I have several bases in Tokyo and Kyoto...and stops all over the world.

Emma: For what? And why?

Lauren: And how?

Mike: That leaves "when" and "where," doesn't it? ;)

Woman: My father was a gangster in Australia, Liam Buttram. I'm just carryin' on Dad's buisness, you might say. (Mutters) It was the only way they'd accept a woman in any place besides behind the rice cooker and tea pot. (Out loud) I'm Delia Buttram. When Dad died, I'd just finished college. I'd never known any business but this one, so I took it over (smirks) with a few profitable additions. ;) >:)

Emma: Like the white slavery ring? X(

Delia: Japan and the eastern Pacific were hit hard during World War II. We're helping to replentish the population. >:)

Mike: (Eyes widen) Did your father ever deal with a fellow named Vincent Martinelli?

Delia: (Rolls her eyes) Small-time American gangster. Heard he was caught after shacking up with a British chit who went off her bird. He promised us a shipment of young men that never came. :p

Mike: (Growls) WE were almost a part of that shipment! You've been doin' this for at least THREE years? X(

*Micky's fists clench. He makes a face.* :P X-(

Emma: (Growls) Oh, shit, I remember that. If it wasn't for one of the factory forewomen, that asshole would have sold these boys to YOUR white slavery ring. X(

Delia: (Gives the three Monkees a business-like once-over) I can see why. You're not bad-looking, if a bit thin for my tastes. The little one alone would go for a good price around here, and the one with the curls would fetch a nice profit in Western Europe...

Mike: Stop puttin' price tags on us and tell us what you gave this girl! X(

*Micky growls.* X-( :P

Delia: That's another little addition. Drug trafficing is also immensely profitable. ;)

Davy: You betta not 'ave 'urt 'er! She's barely a child!

Delia: She'll be fine in a few hours, after which we'll give her a bit more and ship her out to the Soviet Union, or maybe to South America...

Honeywell: (Sees Micky and the camera and grins) Neither she nor you are going anywhere, Miss Buttram. I'm afraid you're under arrest.

*Micky grins, waving.* ;)

Delia: There's no proof.

Emma: Actually, Miss Buttram, there's abundant proof. We have extensive photos of your activities in the flower shop. ;)

(Delia growls. X( )

Lauren: And now we have video to back it up. ;)

Delia: (Puts out her hand) Give me that film (smirks), and your other woman friend will live. ;) >:)

Davy: Daph! What have you done with her? :o

Delia: Oh, she's fine, Davy Jones. (Smirks) Did you think a fan wouldn't recognize the three of you, even without Peter Tork? ;) :X

Mike: Celebrity can be a real drag sometimes. :p

Micky: A major drag. :P

Delia: In fact, I was thinking of using her to make a bit more...profit. She's too well-known to film or sell, so (looks directly at Davy) how about a million dollars to get her back? ;)

Davy: I... (looks at the others) ...guys, I don't want Daph to get hurt... :(

Mike: You know, we have some blackmail of our own. We could trade Daph for that film Micky's having so much fun playing with. ;)

Micky: Yeah. ;)

Delia: You make sense. (Puts out her hand) Give me the film, and I'll take you to your friend.

Honeywell: No, Miss Buttram. We want to see the girl for ourselves.

Delia: You don't believe she's all right?

Honeywell: After what I saw here, not by a long shot. :p

Davy: Wot about poor Keiko?

Honeywell: Get her some good, stiff tea and some clothes. We'll bring her and sober her up in the truck.

Davy: (Nods as he and Emma help the still-giggling Keiko to her feet; Emma wraps a sheet around her) Daph had BETTER be all right.

Honeywell: She'll have to be, or they'll be no trade.

Delia: You'll find out. (She pushes another secret door that leads out to the parking lot; the others follow her)