Everyone ready to go to town?

Peter: We've got to find out about Paul's treasure map! :o

Micky: I'm ready!

Davy: Let’s go, mates.

Mike: We're gonna have to be careful, though. We have devils on our tails...again. :p

(We open in the village, a small street of old-fashioned-looking homes, restaraunts, and shops. The group stands in front of one building with a sign that says "Village Museum.")

Mike: Ok, we're gonna have to split up. We're not all gonna fit in the museum at once, and the last place the kids need to be is around something breakable.

John: (Grins, indicating an inn) Why don't some of us get some...liquid libation...while the rest of you explore? ;)

Nyles: *grins* I'm all for that. ;)

Jack: *groans* Oh, great. :P ;)

Emma: Just don't get too trashed, ok, guys? We're going to need most of you for the concert later in the week. :p

Jack: I'll keep an eye on them. I'm not big on liquid libation, anyway. ;)

Maxine: We'll join you, then hit the shops.

Jenny: Some of them look really cute! :)

Tilly: I'm going to go with you to the museum.

Marcus: I'll go with her. Could be fun, and I'm not in the mood for...ahem...libation. ;)

Kimberly: (Looks at Lauren) Why don't we take the kids to that park over there? (Points to the large, grassy area near the manor where the fair was held in "Monkees Mind Their Manor" - several children are already playing games or chasing each other or throwing a large ball)

Katie: Pwetty! :D

Lauren: *nods* Sounds good to me. Give the rugrats something to do. :)

Little Mick: Like the park!

Shelly: Let’s go play!

Mike: We'll join you guys in a few. We want to get some answers about this treasure map business first.

(Mike, Emma, Peter, Micky, Davy, Marcus, and Tilly go into the museum. It's a small building crowded with all kind of historic items, from tapestries and armor to beautiful weapons to furniture...and even a few torture devices.)

Mike: (Nods at the torture devices) What lovely toys. :p

Micky: Oh, wow. :-O

Tilly: Oh god... :p

Davy: *slight grin* Don't go getting any ideas, mate. :P ;)

Micky: Funny, Dave. :P

Mike: Why don't we look at something a little less likely to induce damage? (Steers Micky away from the torture devices and over to a group of armor and tapestries)

Tilly: I'm all for that.

Marcus: Me, too. (Takes her arm, and they go to admire a display of Victorian-era charis.)

(An older woman with gray hair and a sweater to match comes out, a smile on her pleasant round face.)

Older Woman: May I 'elp you, chaps?

Peter: Yes. We want to know if you know anything about Sir Donald Kibbee the Strong, his nephew Paul, and a treasure map.

Older Woman: Ohh, that's one of the saddest stories in our area. So tragic. No one is quite sure who killed Sir Donald, Paul, or Donald's wife to this day.

Mike: We've heard that there may be a map to the treasure said to be contained in Kibbee Manor.

Older Woman: No one seems to know if that's true, either. Paul was said to be a thief, but no one knows what he did with his money.

Peter: (Visably upset) He WASN'T a thief! He wanted to give the money to the villagers! :(

Older Woman: I've 'eard all sorts of stories revolving around poor Paul's intentions and what he was going to do with the money. Some say 'e intended to run off with Violetta or raise an army against his uncle.

Peter: He wouldn't do that! :(

Emma: Would you have heard anything about a map depicting where the treasure was hid? We have....um...good authority to believe that Paul gave one to his associates, a man named Percy, but we have no idea what was done with it.

Older Woman: Ahh, yes, Sir Percy Andrews of Lancastershire. He was Paul's closest friend. They'd known each other since childhood, went to school together. Sir Percy was one of several young men who flew the coop aftah Paul's death. If there was a treasure map, there's no way of knowing where it would be now. It could be disintegrated into a million pieces, for all we know.

Peter: Do you know who else worked with Paul?

Older Woman: Mostly young men, but a few of their heartier sweethearts sometimes joined them. (Hands them a book) This should help you at least partially with information. (Nods at the room) And take a look around. Most of this is odds-and-ends that no longer fit at the Manor. Why leave all this wonderful stuff in storage when the public could use it to learn about what it was like in those days?

Mike: Why don't you guys take a look around? Em and I will see if there's anythin' worth findin' in the book.

Micky: Well, it's needle in a haystack time... ;)

Tilly: This place is amazing! Who knows what aliens could...

Marcus: (Warningly) Tilly... :p

(Tilly makes a face, but does not continue. :p)

Peter: Do you think Sir Percy hid the map in something here?

Marcus: He had to have! We've searched everything at the manor!

*Micky wanders over to a dirt and wood wall and runs his hand over it, feeling around.*

Peter: (Peers inside some armor) Hellooo in there? (His voice echoes)

Micky: *turns to the Older Woman* Do you know how long this wall has been here?

Older Woman: As long as the building's been here, I imagine. Most of the buildings in town date back to the 15th century.

Micky: *makes a face* Something about this wall doesn't seem right. I've done some wood work, and if this wall is really that old... *backs up a few steps, looking at the wall; shakes his head* The age doesn't look even. I think this wall's been repaired fairly recently.

Older Woman: (Thoughtful) Come to think of it, a few years back they DID do some work on the buildings in town, fixing up some crumbling wood and mudwork and such.

Micky: Any way that we might be able to take a closer look at this wall? *turns to the others* I wouldn't be at all surprised if the map is behind this wall.

Older Woman: I don't know if I like the idea of tearing apart the wall, but... (cautiously pulls a few tapestries away from the wall) I hope you're right about this.

Micky: It's the perfect place to hide it. Who'd ever think it'd be hidden behind there? *slight grin* Other than someone who's had more than their fair share of playing with walls. ;)

Older Woman: It's possible. This DID used to be a residence before the Historical Society bought it for the museum...

Peter: (Trots over to Micky, joined shortly by Davy) Mick, what's going on?

Micky: I've got an idea that the map is behind this wall.

Peter: Is there any way we can get in?

Older Woman: Please be careful! :o

Mike: (He and Emma join them) What are you guys doin', scarin' this poor lady?

Micky: We're not scaaring her! Well, not on purpose, anyway. But I think the map is hidden behind this wall.

Mike: Well?

Emma: Maybe there's a lever or button or something...

Micky: Hmm... or a fake wood pannel. Everybody look for an odd-looking wood beam.

(Everyone, including the older woman, run their hands over the walls, searching for a loose brick or anything that might be a lever or just doesn't belong in the wall.)

*Micky runs a hand over a beam, which suddenly moves in farther than the rest. There's a grinding sound, and a tapestry rolls out of the wall from above and lands right on Micky's head.* :P ;)

Older Woman: Oh my!

Micky: Ummm, did I just find the map? :-/

Peter: Micky, are you ok? :o

Micky: *lifts the tapestry from over his eyes* I'm fine. It just got a little dark in here. ;)

Mike: (He and Emma get the tapestry off of Micky and start to unroll it, but the older woman takes it from them) Be careful! This is a priceless artifact!

(The others lean over it, marveling over the faded but attractive needlework.)

Emma: You know...didn't you say that women were part of Paul's group?

Older Woman: Supposedly there were some, mostly chits following their husbands and lovers.

Peter: That's why it's a tapestry. They had the women SEW the map! :o

Micky: Well, whadaya know!

Mike: No wonder no one could find it.

*Micky buffs his knuckles on his chest.* ;) :D

Emma: And even if they'd found it...they probably wouldn't have thought anything of it. It was just another tapestry.

Peter: A perfect hiding spot. :o

Tilly: (Tugs on Marcus's sleeve) Ain't that the Satan chick from the hotel? The one who used to live with the Satan cult guy? (Points at the door as Shelia and Alex enter.)

Mike: Oh, shit. We gotta get this away from them.

Older Woman: But this belongs here! It's a priceless artifact! :o

Micky: We'll take care of it and bring it back when we're done with it!

Mike: Is there a back way out of here?

Older Woman: (Points) Through the side door, near the gift shop. Wouldn't you like to buy a souvenier?

Mike: Lady, we've GOT one!

Emma: Oh, here! (Grabs a bunch of T-shirts off the racks and hands the woman money) Might as well get SOME souveniers from this trip other than a monumental headache!

Older Woman: (Beams) Thank you! All proceeds go to the Historical Society and to restoring our village to as close to it's original state as we can! :)

Peter: Let's get out of here!

Mike: (Stuffs the map in a bag) Let's head for that bar. Maybe we'll lose them there.

(We see the kids run outside. Shelia and Alex notice them too late to stop them. They buy a few t-shirts and follow them as "You Just May Be The One" begins.)

*Micky runs behind the bar and pulls an apron on. The Martians, along with Jack, sit at the far end. Chris calls for a drink, which Micky slides to him. Alex sidles up to the bar and asks for a drink. Micky grins and slings the drink to him, which then slides off the end of the bar and crashes to the floor.* ;)

(Alex gets hit in the face with a sponge. ;) )

(Chris walks out of the bar with two tall, gorgeous young women on his arms. ;) :X)

(Emma and Mike sit down at the bar. Emma orders drinks for both of them...and Mike's annoyed when it turns out to be Shirley Temples. :p)

(Mike orders a stiffer drink when Emma's back is turned. He gulps it before she has a chance to see what he ordered. He orders another drink...not noticing the hand that puts several drops of liquid in it. :p ;) )

*The Martians play a game of Darts. Jack keeps score, but the guys start throwing wild and in his direction. He dives for cover behind the bar.*

(The Abbies duck under the dart-throwing, then come right back up to head outside and do a bit of shopping. ;) ))

(Shelia tries to grab for Peter...but he ducks around the dart-throwing. Cut to the Martians throwing darts...and then cut back to Shelia, who is now pinned to the wall with darts and screaming obcenties we fortunantly can' t hear over the music. ;) )

Emma: (As everyone regroups and the music ends) Maybe we'd better get out of here.

Micky: Good idea!

Mike: (Looking a little bright-eyed) Right.

Emma: Some of us more than others. :p

Mike: Who has the map?

Peter: You did!

Mike: Oh, yeah. (Hands it to Emma) Guard it with your life, darlin'.

Emma: Thank you. Look, let's round up the others and maybe head somewhere else. I don't like this, and they're all getting too sloshed for words. :p

Mike: Uh-huh. Let's go.

Emma: We'll go over to the park with the kids.

Peter: Yeah, they'd never try for us with all those people!

Mike: Um...yeah.

Micky: Let’s get outta here.

(They all stumble outside, some more obviously drunk than others. Mike is the last one out.)

Soft Voice: (From the alley next to the pub) Michael?

Mike: Uh...huh? (He turns around...and two pairs of hands grab at him. We see Shelia and Alex, both snickering)

Shelia: Well, at least we got the Knight. (She strokes his cheek; he growls) :X

Alex: And it was easier than taking candy from a baby. *considers it* ;)

Shelia: He had a few good drinks at the bar...made even better with some of that special liquid you were working on. ;) >:)

Alex: *grins* Wonderful stuff, isn't it? ;) >:)

Shelia: Why don't we take him back to the Manor? I'm sure the others will be looking for him. ;) >:)

(Mike grumbles and struggles...but then moans. There's a black light, and the alleyway is empty.)