*We open at Lauren and Micky's house, in the living room. Some Halloween decorations adorn the room. Everyone sits around, munching on snacks and chatting.*

Emma: (As she puts out another plate of gingerbread) It's so nice to have you guys back!

Mike: It's nice to be back, darlin'. I just hope the media don't come knockin' at our door.

Micky: If they do, we aren't home.

Katie: More! (Emma slices up a little piece of gingerbread for her daughter)

Lauren: *snuggles up to Micky* That's right!

*The twins play Toss Across on the other side of the room.*

Peter: (Sighs) It's nice to be with our families again. Jordan's so cute.

Mike: He really grew while we were away.

Micky: Like a weed.

Peter: I missed Jordan and Val while we were away. I called them every day. I can only imagine what our phone bill looked like.

Emma: I think we can afford to pay for it after that tour.

Davy: We can afford alot of stuff aftah the tour.

Mike: Yeah. (Gets dreamy-eyed) Cars...

Emma: Whoa, dear. We need to pay for repairs on the Pad before you start buying cars.

Mike: It's MY money, and I LIKE cars!

Micky: And I can build more stuff.

Mike: That won't blow us up.

Katie: Boom!

Mike: No boom, Katie.

Lauren: Better not go boom.

Micky: Sheesh.

Peter: (Sighs) Val's at home, taking care of Jordan. I wonder if I should go see them...

Mike: Nahh, Val will call you if she needs you.

Emma: Where are we going to have the annual Halloween party for the kids this year?

Peter: (Nods) We held it at the Montgomery House last year.

Micky: Wanna hold it here? Already got some decorations up.

Emma: (Nods) Yeah, I like that idea. I only just started decorating the Pad.

Lauren: Anyone know what they'll be dressing up as?

Emma: Maybe they could go as fairy tale characters, or animals. I'd love for Katie to be a dog or a teddy bear...

Mike: My little wolf cub. (He runs his fingers through Katie's black curs. She growls, then giggles.) That's m'cowgirl.

Emma: Maybe they could be zoo animals. (Grins) I'm sure Little Mick would love to be a panther.

Little Mick: Me panther! :

Emma: Maybe Shelly could be a tiger, or something different - a flamingo or a kangaroo.

Shelly: Bunny wabbit!

Mike: (Grins and pats Shelly's head) Or a rabbit.

Emma: I think Katie would make a nice teddy bear. (She gently hugs her daughter, who nuzzles her)

Micky: *shakes his head* I haven't decided what I wanna be yet.

Mike: We'll go see if we can find animal costumes for the kids tomorrow. (Shrugs) I haven't decided, either.

Emma: You should be a wolf, baby.

Mike: And walk around with a tail and whiskers when I haven't turned into one? No thanks. Bad enough I do that when I'm pissed. I don't want a tail between my legs when I'm feelin' decent.

*Micky snorts.*

Davy: *puts an arm around Daphne* Wot do you think, luv? Romeo and Juliet?

Daphne: *nods* I like that.

Emma: How about Mama Bear and Papa Bear, baby?

Mike: No. I ain't wearin' an animal costume.

Micky: How about a bull?

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) No!

Emma: Well, what do you want to be?

Mike: Maybe a cowboy...

Emma: We did that last year!

Micky: And the year before that...

Davy: And the year before that...

Mike: Well, it don't involve tails!

Emma: I don't see why we can't be bears. They don't have long tails.

Mike: But they're fuzzy and have hot fur. It's too hot in California for fur.

Emma: You're just afraid that you'll be teased.

Micky: He knows us too well.

Lauren: Mick...

Emma: Baby, I'm getting tired of the cowgirl thing. I wanna be bears. Katie will look cute in the costume.

Mike: (As Emma wraps her arms around Mike, he mutters) Fine, Em, we'll be bears.

Micky: *smirks* And thus the teasing commences.

Mike: Don't you EVEN, Dolenz.

Micky: Was that a threat? I think I'm being threatened.

Lauren: *sighs* Mick, stop it.

Davy: Well, Mick, wot're you dressin' as?

Micky: I don't know.

Mike: And you were pickin' on ME?

Micky: Well, yeah.

Mike: Mick... (He reaches for Micky, but Emma just wraps herself around him harder)

Davy: Before we get a full-blown wrestling match, I've been wanting to ask, Mick, 'ow's you architecture going? Start anothah building yet?

Micky: Pretty good. We just started working on a new store over on the outskirts of town. The spot had a house that was torn down several years ago because it was so run down. The land finally became available, and the new owners hired us to start building a store and maybe some houses.

Davy: That's a good thing, right? You don't sound too 'appy about it.

Mike: Yeah, you ain't bouncin' off the wall.

Micky: Well, it's only been a few days, but there's been a lot of things are going wrong. Stuff disappearing, accidents...

Lauren: Accidents?

Mike: (Raises an eyebrow) Accidents?

Micky: There's been a story floating around about the house that used to stand there. It seems it was inhabited by an elderly man who killed himself. He didn't want to move out because the city wanted to build the highway right there.

Peter: Oh, poor man!

Micky: Yeah. I don't know all of his details, but the land was tied up in legal issues and didn't become available until recently. A couple of the guys I'm working with have claimed to see the ghost of the man that used to live there. *gulps* Myself included.

Davy: And it sounds like 'e's none too 'appy about the new building going up even though 'is 'ouse is long gone.

Micky: Right.

Emma: What kind of accidents?

Micky: One of the guys suffered a broken leg, another a broken arm. Several beams collapsed. None of them hit anyone, although one almost hit me. I saw it coming and dove out of the way.

Lauren: I KNEW something had happened that day you came home with grass stains all over you!

Mike: I'm wonderin' if we should check it out.

Peter: Michael, I don't think this sounds like a good idea.

Davy: Maybe we should check it out.

Mike: Do any of you want Micky to have his skull split by a falling beam? It sounds like this site isn't safe.

Micky: *winces* Thanks for that visual, Mike. That makes me feel alot better about going back.

Mike: I was only pointin' out the possibilities.

Davy: Why don't us fellas take a look?

Lauren: *nods* We can watch the kids, right, ladies?

Emma: No problem. Just be careful not to get the ghost too mad.

Mike: If it IS a ghost.

Micky: Sure looked like it to me.

Mike: I don't know, Mick. Ghosts...

Emma: (Sighs) Just go along with him, Mike.

Davy: It's far from the weirdest thing we've evah dealt with.

Mike: Oh, I'm gonna go. I don't want these guys gettin' hurt.

Micky: We might as well get going before it gets too late.

Mike: (Nods) Right.

*We fade out as the guys get ready to leave. We fade back in as the Monkeemobile pulls up alongside a chainlink fence. There's a sign for the architecture company hanging on the fence.*

Micky: *climbs out from the driver's side* Here we are. *closes the door*

Mike: (He gets out the other side) Don't look like much.

Micky: Not right now, no. *goes up to the fence and slides a key in the padlock, opening the gate*

*The guys walk onto the grounds where they find the outline of the building made from beams.*

Peter: (Gulps) Guys, I don't like this. This area has really bad vibes!

Mike: I don't see anythin'.

Davy: I don't see anything, eithah.

Peter: (Shivers) I really don't like this. It's like the whole area is infected with bad vibes.

*Micky walks along one side of the soon to be building, inspecting the work already done. He stops, shaking his head, seeing a couple lose beams laying on the ground.*

Mike: (Follows Micky) I take it those weren't here before.

Micky: *bends down to retrieve them* Nope. Anything not attached we take with us when we leave so that nothing gets stolen. *pulls the beams out; a loud creaking noise comes out of nowhere.*

Davy: Wot was THAT?

Micky: *still crouched down; looks around* The ghost. He's here somewhere.

Mike: It's just the fence.

Peter: N...no, Michael, the fence is closed.

Micky: I made sure of that.

*Micky's about to stand when one of the beams he moved suddenly raises in the air and swings mere inches over his head. He yelps, losing his balance, and ends up sprawling on the ground.*

Davy: Mick!

Mike: You all right, Mick?

(Peter stands in the middle of the area, whimpering.)

Micky: Yeah. Scared the shit outta me, though. *gets up and brushes himself off*

Mike: Man, this is spooky. Maybe we ought to...yiiiiii! (He trips over something that suddenly turned up in his path) Ooowwww...

Peter: Michael! (He hurries over to his friend) Are you ok?

Mike: Em's gonna be pissed when she sees that hole in my jeans.

Micky: *glances around warily* Consider yourself lucky that's ALL you got.

Davy: Yeah, mate. We've gotta do something about this ghost.

Micky: Before we lose this job!

Peter: (Wails) Or our lives!

Mike: (Holds up a hammer) I tripped over this. Did one of your boys leave any of their tools layin' around, Mick?

Micky: No, but some of the tools have gone missing.

Davy: The ghost must be stealing the tools and stuff, too.

Mike: Or you guys are misplacing them.

Peter: I wanna get outta here! The vibes are awful!

Micky: No way! Our guys are good! They wouldn't misplace...

Davy: *eyes widen* Mick, look out! *dives, shoving Micky and himself out of the way as a screw driver flies and sticks out of the beam that Micky was standing near*

Micky: *as he and Davy look up and see the screwdriver* Holy shit!

Peter: That wasn't there before!

Mike: You guys gotta be more careful.

Micky: *gets up* More careful? I could've been killed by that!

Davy: The ghost is trying to get rid of us!

Mike: If there's a ghost at all, he wouldn't have any reason to not like us. Mick maybe, he's the one who's been workin' here, but we ain't hurtin' anythin'.

Peter: This whole AREA is angry! It doesn't want people here!

Micky: No, I think you're wrong, Mike. The ghost doesn't want ANYONE here! He doesn't want anything built here! He just wanted to be left alone, but now that he's been disturbed, he's pissed off! He won't be happy until he runs us off!

Davy: And 'e probably won't listen to reason, eithah.

Mike: I think you guys are just...ow! (He runs into a board that nearly knocks him over) Where did that come from?

Micky: Where do you think, Mike?

*A wheelbarrow filled with cement sits around the back of the building. A bucket floats in the air above it and dumps water into the cement. A stick mixes it together. Once mixed, the bucket scoops up some of the cement and floats over the top of the building...*

Micky: *goes to Mike* NOW do you believe me?

*As Davy goes to Peter, the bucket of cement is poured out onto the ground, right behind Micky.*

Mike: Mick! (He pulls Micky away before any of it gets on him)

Micky: Whoa!

Peter: (Yells to the house) Please, sir! We're not here to do any harm! We're trying to make a new store, so people can shop here! People will be happy here, just like you were!

Mike: Pete...

Micky: Why do I doubt that asking nicely is going to work?

Peter: I have to do SOMETHING! I'm scared!

Mike: Pete, what are you scared of? No one's touched you yet!

Peter: I don't want them to!

Micky: *sarcastic* No, he just wants to kill me, that's all.

Davy: Mick...

Micky: No, hey, I'm fine with that! *starts to walk away from the others* I had enough! Hey ghost, here I am! You wanna get rid of me and my coworkers, fine! I'm right here!

Davy: 'E's bloody crackahs.

*We suddenly see a hose snake from around back and aim itself at Micky. It turns on full blast, hitting Micky square in the chest, knocking him back several feet and onto the ground, still spraying. Behind the hose, we see a faint human-like figure, with his arms folded.*

Mike: Micky!

Peter: (Points behind them) Oh my...oh my..g...guys...

*Micky does his best to turn his head from the water spray.*

Davy: *looks where Peter's pointing* That's 'im!

Mike: Give me that! (Yanks the hose away, ignoring the fact that he's getting soaked) Someone turn this damn thing off!

Peter: It's...you're...you...

*Davy runs to the faucet and turns it off.*

Ghost: *appears as a 60-ish man with gray hair, wearing a plaid shirt and pants* This was MY house! Now it's gone! I WON'T let anyone take the land from me!

*Micky sputters, coughing, still on the ground.*

Davy: *returns* You're not even really 'ere! 'Ow can you still use this land?

Ghost: It's MINE!

Mike: That's great an' everythin', pal, but Davy's right. It's lousy what they did to your house, but that's the breaks. We ain't hurtin' ya.

Ghost: I just want all of you to leave me alone!

*Micky's back up on his hands and knees, but he's still coughing and spitting out water.*

Mike: Look, pal, all we want is for you to stop hurtin' us. We didn't do nuthin' to ya.

Ghost: *points at Micky* He's one of the ones taking over my land! And you're with him! I want all of you gone!

Peter: But sir...

Mike: We ain't takin' your land! Someone else already bought it!

Ghost: *roars* IT'S MY LAND!

Davy: *helps Micky up* Oh boy...

Micky: *coughs* Not good.

Mike: Look buddy, they're already buildin' on the land, and there ain't nothin' you can do about it. You're dead. Either you learn to put up with it, or you leave.

*The ghost groans loudly, disappearing, but continues to howl.*

Peter: Michael, see what you did? You only made him madder!

Mike: Yeah, but this ain't his land anymore.

Peter: To him, it is.

Micky: *coughs* Peter's right. There has to be...some way to...get through...to him.

Mike: Without us gettin' hurt.

Davy: Preferably.

Mike: (Grabs the hose and waves it) Look, pal, we don't wanna cause any trouble. We just want you to let these guys do their jobs, ok?

Peter: (Mike has to duck the bucket that goes flying at his head) Nice work, Michael. Now you've REALLY made him angry!

(A board is swept under Mike's feet as "Daily Nightly" begins. Mike crashes to the ground.)

*Davy and Micky run off in different directions. The wheelbarrow moves toward Micky, who side steps in, diving out of the way.*

(Peter helps Mike back to his feet. Mike squawks and rubs his elbow. He landed on exposed nails.)

*Micky regains his feet and eyes the wheelbarrow. He slowly backs up to the fence, but gets a jolt when he touches it. He drops to his knees, puffing from the electric shock.*

*Davy is tripped up by the hose, which then winds itself around him.*

(Peter runs to Micky's side to try to help him. Mike tries to get the hose off of Davy.)

(Peter helps Micky to his feet, leading him around the beams. As he does, Micky trips over something. Peter picks it up. It's another tool, a spade.)

*Davy and Mike dodge a couple bricks flung in their direction.*

(Two piles of chains almost seem to attack Davy and Mike. The chains wrap themselves around Mike before he can get out of the way, but Davy manages to escape them. The hose winds itself around Micky's ankles, knocking him to the floor.)

*The hose continues to wind itself around Micky.*

(Peter tries to pry the hose off of Micky, but it won't budge.)

*A long extension cord finds its way to Davy, also tripping him by wrapping around his ankles first, then continuing until he's completely tied up.*

Peter: (As the music ends; he struggles with the hose around Micky) Mick! Guys! I have to get you out of this! :o

Micky: Pete, try to talk to him! You can see his aura. maybe you can get through to him!

Mike: (Gasps; the chains are tightening around him) Pete, please! You're the only one he ain't been attackin'!

Peter: (Gulps) Well, I'll try. (He turns around in the center of the house) Sir...um, Mr. Ghost?

Ghost: *angrily, from somewhere* What?

Peter: Sir, please let my friends go. They're like my brothers. You wouldn't want them to die like you did. They honestly didn't mean to hurt you or your house. They're just trying to help Micky's friends keep their jobs and some nice people build this store.

Ghost: *appears in front of Peter* I've still been forced out! I'll have nowhere to go!

Peter: Sir, we can't help what happened many years ago. We can't help that you lost your land.

Ghost: *frowns a little* It may not be mine, but it's the only place I have to go!

Peter: Maybe it wasn't fair that you lost your house...but what about other people? People who are still living? You never know who may move in. Some nice family could start a little store here. Maybe a nice little family deli, and the family lives above it. This would be a wonderful place to raise children.

Ghost: You...you really understand, don't you?

Peter: (Nods) Yes, I do. I can see your aura. Don't ask me how. You were treated badly by the city and forced out of your home, and that would make anyone upset. (Smiles) But even ghosts eventually have to move on. I don't think a new family living here will be a bad thing. They'll be able to make wonderful memories and see their children grow up, just like you did.

Ghost: *nods* Yes, you're right. I was just so angry about what happened. *frowns* I'm sorry.

*The other three are released from their bindings.*

Mike: (Gets to his feet; kicks the chains) Daaammm...

Peter: Thank you for letting my friends go, Sir. We really didn't mean any harm.

Ghost: I truly am sorry about what I've done to you. *smiles* Thank you for making me understand.

Mike: No hard feelin's, man.

*Micky and Davy also get to their feet.*

Davy: Yeah, mate.

*Micky nods his agreement.*

Ghost: *begins to fade* Now, I can truly go home! Thank you, boys! *disappears*

Peter: You're welcome!

Mike: Well, what do you know? All the guy needed was for someone to tell him he didn't need to hang onto his land anymore.

Davy: 'E probably didn't realize it.

Micky: *sighs, weary* Glad he finally did.

Peter: He was still too attached to the past. His real home (points upwards) is up there.

Mike: (Looks at the rapidly darkening sky) And I think it's about time we went home, too.

Peter: Micky, are you ok? He really gave you a hard time.

Micky: Yeah. Still reeling from the spray wash.

Davy: Face it, mate, you really needed that showah.

Mike: Yeah Mick, I got one too.

Micky: Lets just go home so Mike and I can dry out.

Peter: Why don't we go back to the Pad and get some hot cocoa?

Mike: Now you're talkin'.

Micky: Gladly!

Davy: You said it, mate.

Mike: Let's go. (All four boys head out...and jump as they hear an owl hoot. The camera fades out on all of them dashing for the MonkeeMobile as we get a last glimpse of the moonlight on the construction site.)