Everyone ready for our next story? ;)

Mike: Yeah. At least we'll be on the ground, Mick. ;)

Micky: Thank God! *kneels down and kisses the ground; makes a face* Ew... :P

Lauren: Mick... :P 8-|

Peter: That can't taste good. (Looks at the camera) And I'm ready!

Davy: Me too, mates.

(We open about three months after the group's return from England, on an elaborate terrace on the ocean by a mansion. The boys play "Ticket On a Ferry Ride" as various people in good clothes mill around, chatting and eating food on an elaborate buffet. We briefly see two familiar faces, a red-head and a curly-haired man with a mustache and goatee, before the camera cuts back to the crowd around the guys. The people clap as the song ends, and a big fellow with curling hair walks onstage.)

Man: That was the Monkees, the stars of "Magic Monkee Business," which just wrapped up filming yesterday and will be shown on NBC this fall! Let's give them all a big hand, folks! (The crowd claps and cheers. Peter smiles, but Mike yawns a bit and waves.)

*Micky stands and bows from behind the drum kit. Davy just bows.* ;)

Man: (Nods) Let's hear it for the other musicians in our special, the Westley Collings Quartet, the MacKenzie Sisters, and Eva Beryl, all up-and-coming singers with Headquarters Records, your headquarters for great music! (More clapping)

(The Westley Collings Quartet are two young women and two young men, all in colorful 70s bell bottoms and paisleys. Eva Beryl is dressed less outrageously in a bright but elegant gown. The MacKenzie Sisters are three young women with long, dark curling hair and soft, peachy faces. They all wear simple pink sundresses.)

Man: I don't know about you, but I think I'm pretty hungry, so why don't we settle down with those great munchies, courtesy Millie's Goodies and Other Oddities in downtown Malibu Beach? ;)

(The guys and the man all come off the platform as the guests mingle and head for the buffet.)

Man: (Joins the boys) Great work, guys. Should go over really well in the ratings. :)

Mike: Uh, yeah, James, that's terrific.

Peter: That's wonderful! :)

Micky: *as he picks up his video camera* Awesome!

Davy: That's great.

Mike: Sure.

James: They say they're already looking for writers for your next special. Something really groovy.

Mike: Why specials at all? Why not movies? Or a full series?

James: (Puts up a hand) Whoa, boys, you'll have to go to management there. I'm just the director. Don't squash me. ;)

*Micky is filming the exchange.* ;)

James: (Grins at Mick) What you tryin' to do, steal my job? ;)

Micky: No, just playing with my new camera. ;)

Mike: Which he's been doin' ever since he bought the damn thing right after we got back from England. Mick, don't you ever get tired of playin' Orson Welles? :p

Micky: *shakes his head* Nope. ;)

Peter: I think it's fun! (He gets in front of the camera) Tape me again, Mick! :D

James: Looks like I have to get in line. ;)

Micky: Nah, jump in, James! The more the merrier! *laughs at Peter's antics* ;)

Peter: Hey, Mike, why don't you join us? :D ;)

Mike: Uh, no thanks. I'm safer on THIS side of the camera. ;) :p

Micky: *makes a face at Mike* He's no fun. Besides, if he DID get in front of the camera, who knows what it'd do to my lens? ;) :P

Mike: Hey! I'll do somethin' to your lens... (growls and reaches for Micky's neck) ;) :p X(

Micky: *ducks away* Touchy, touchy! :P

Peter: Guys, knock it off! (Looks around) Where's Davy?

James: Yes, where is Davy? (Looks around) I hope he wasn't trampled by all his rabid female fans. ;)

Micky: I think he snuck off to find Daphne. ;) :P

Mike: Maybe we ought to find him. I'm afraid he may just get trampled. Those kids are crazy about him.

Micky: I've yet to get a trampling on film. ;)

James: (Puts a hand on Micky's shoulder) Well, now's your chance. Everyone loves a good car wreck. ;)

Mike: Yeah, well, our fans have been known to do some wreckin' when they get in the mood... :p

Peter: I hope he isn't hurt! :o

Micky: I'm sure he's fine. ;)

James: (Points to a group of young women) If I know that little nut, that's the mostly likely place to start looking for him. ;)

Mike: Come on. (They hurry over to the group. Davy is, indeed, surrounded by teenage girls and signing autographs; some even give him kisses on the cheek, giggling about how he's "such a cutie!" ;) )

Davy: (He's blushing as the guys - and Micky with his camera - finally catch up) Oh...oh man... (turns to see the other three) Um, hi, guys.

Mike: Just can't stay away from the fans, can you, boy?

Davy: Can't disappoint me public. ;)

Mike: How do you do it? :p

Davy: Just comes natahrally. :D

Micky: And he's so humble, too. ;)

Davy: *grins* Thank you, mate. ;)

Mike: Oh, good grief. :p

Peter: I, for one, am deeply jealous. :p

Micky: *dull glare at Peter* That's my line, but you did that very well! ;)

Peter: Thank you! :)

Davy: Did you fellas 'ave a reason for breaking up my fans or not? ;)

Mike: Yeah. We've gotta meet the girls in an hour for lunch. I didn't really wanna go to this, anyway, but Val said it was good for business. :p

Davy: Well, why didn't you say so? ;)

Mike: This party's really been a snore anyway. Ain't nobody fun here. (Indicates a man with Eva Beryl; the latter is slightly larger and is stuffing food into his mouth and pockets) There's that Eva Beryl with her new husband - the third one, I think - stealin' food and makin' love. :p

Micky: *aims the camera* I love the zoom lens.

Mike: (Indicates the stage) There's James blabbin' to the producers and a couple of the writers on ideas for the next special...

*Micky follows the direction.*

Peter: (Eyes widen; tugs at Mike's sleeve and points towards the end of the buffet) Michael?

Mike: And there's...(turns to Peter) Yeah, Pete, what?

Peter: Sheila! Alex!

Mike: Pete, what would they be doin' here?

Micky: Where? *turns his camera in other directions*

Mike: (Puts his hand on Micky's shoulder as Peter points to two distinct and familiar figurers leading the Wesley Collings Quartet out the door near the buffet) Mick, stop makin' the audience sick.

Peter: (As Mike directs Micky to the door) There they go!

Micky: Oh man... *lowers the camera once they've left*

Davy: This is not good. :P

Peter: (Tugs Mike's jacket) We've got to stop them! :o

Mike: Pete... (But Peter's already pulling him out the door)

Micky: Wait up! *follows them, with Davy right behind him*

(They end up in a large field being used for a parking lot; in fact, it's the mansion and lawn set from "Monkees to the Future" redressed with fewer 80s trappings. Mike indicates a large Mercedes and pulls the other three behind it. Sheila has one of the members of the male members of the Wesley Collings Quartet against another car; it's obvious from the goofy look on his face and on that of his fellow male member that she's seducing or has seduced both.)

Mike: (As she rubs his buttocks and pushes her hands into his pants...though the cameras don't show too much) This is disguistin'.

Peter: I think I'm gonna be sick.

*Micky says nothing, but aims the camera in that direction.*

Davy: *groans* Mick... :P

Micky: What? *turns his camera and points out more action going on* You think that's bad? Get a load of what's going on over there... *points off to the right. Alex is having some fun of his own, near a van. Both of the girls from the Wesley Collings Quartet are leaned up against the van, grinning stupidly. Alex runs his hands over one of the girls, who appears to be giggling.*

Mike: We've gotta get outta here before they see us and report this.

Micky: At least I have the proof. ;)

Davy: And there I thought you were just being a perv... *Micky slaps a hand over his mouth* ;)

(Sheila smirks...and opens her fingers to reveal long claws. The young man opens his mouth to scream, but she runs a finger across his neck. She then gently rubs his head. We cut back briefly to the guys and don't see much besides Sheila reaching for the boy's chest. His eyes widen and he tries to sob, but can't, as he's now muted.)

Mike: (Gasps) Oh, my GOD! :o

Peter: She...she's taking their souls! :o

Micky: *breathes out* Holy shit...

Davy: Damn... :P

(The boy collapses as she goes to the other one. He tries to run, but she merely glares. There's a black light around the boy, and he falls, paralyzed. She mutes him as well and we see a shot of her sharp nails before cutting back to the shocked boys.)

Mike: Oh...oh man, are we in deep shit...

Davy: We need to do something, mates...

Micky: You mean other than puke our guts out from watching this? :P :-&

*We see a shot of Alex with the girls from the viewpoint of Micky's camera, but as Alex readies to remove the girls' souls, the camera seems to slip and the picture goes black until we turn back to the guys. Micky proves his point by gagging, placing the camera sideways on the ground as he steadies himself.*

Mike: (Pats Micky on the back) Man, are you ok?

Micky: *as he straightens, looking a little flushed* Fine. That sight and the last food I ate weren't playing nice together. :P ;)

Peter: (He's looking more than a little green himself) What are we going to do?

(A black light surrounds the two young men. When it subsides, Sheila collects two male rag dolls with button eyes and yarn hair. >:) )

*A black light surrounds the two young women. When it subsides, Alex picks up two female rag dolls with button eyes, yarn hair, and overly generous chests for being dolls.* >:) :P ;)

Mike: (Mutters) Figures. He's even perverted with stuffed toys. :p

Peter: (Whimpers) Michael, we've got to do something!

Mike: Yeah. Let's get to the police with this! You didn't tape the part about the dolls. We'll just tell them it's kidnapping. :p

Davy: And let 'urry! :P

Sheila: Good work, Alex. (Makes her two souls disappear) There's two more souls given to us...(smirks at the dolls) and two more wonderful slaves. Rather attractive, too. ;) >:)

Alex: I think so. ;) >:)

(Peter tries to get up as the boys start to leave, but he accidentally smacks into a car and lets out a howl of pain. :p :o )

Sheila: What was that?

Mike: (Mutters) Nice one, Pete. :p

Peter: I'm sorry! :((

Micky: Everyone stay still. Maybe they won't see us.

Sheila: Alex, did you hear something?

Alex: Yeah, I did.

Sheila: (Points to the parked cars) Over there, by the blue Mercedes! (They hurry over to the car...and find the boys trying to sneak off) Just what do the lot of you think YOU'RE doing?

Mike: Leavin'.

Micky: *waves* Bye!

Sheila: (Eyes narrow as she notices the camera) What's with that, gentlemen? I thought the filming was over.

Micky: Huh? Oh, this? Nothing. *points at the lens cap that he'd just put back on* See, the lens cap is still on.

Mike: Sheila, we came out here to get the MonkeeMobile and go home. You may have noticed this party is a drag.

Sheila: Oh, it is? Didn't seem that way to me. ;) >:)

Davy: Well, it did to us. :P

Sheila: Alex, I do believe we have four little snoops on our hands.

Alex: *nods, folding his arms* It does seem that way, doesn't it.

Sheila: Now, what should we do about our snoops, hm

Mike: (Growls, his face turning red) You ain't gonna do NUTHIN', bitch. X(

Peter: (Whimpers) Oh, Michael, not here... :o

Micky: *grumbles* We need to work on an invisibility power.

Alex: Your choice, Milady. ;) >:)

Sheila: (Goes to Mike) I think they'd make adorable rag dolls too, don't you? Like the dolls in their likenesses you find in stores. I have a full set of those in my room, you know. (Plays with Mike's tie; he slaps her hand away, growling angrily)

Mike: You ain't touchin' ANY of us! I won't let you NEAR us! Especially NOT them! X(

(Mike lets out a final roar as a dark blue light surrounds him; when it subsides, a large black wolf leaps onto Sheila, biting and scratching her. She screams, attracting security guards.)

Peter: Michael, no! (Grabs his fur)

Security Guard 1: (As they run over to the fracas) What's going on? How did that thing get here?

Sheila: Help! Help! Get this brute OFF of me! :o X(

Alex: *points at the wolf* That...THING...attacked us!

Peter: No! He was only defending us!

Alex: Why? We didn't do anything!

(Peter manages to drag the enraged Michael off of Sheila, who lays on the ground, a bit bloody and scratched.)

Security Guard 2: Want us to call animal control to get that beast?

Peter: He's my friend...(points at Alex and Sheila)...and they were hurting some nice musicians! They...hurt...their souls! :p :(

Alex: *goes to Sheila; evil grin* Are you okay, my dear? Do you want them to call Animal Control? >:) ;)

Sheila: No, just take him to the pound. I'll...reclaim...him later. ;)

Peter: (Sobs) So you can hurt his soul, too! (Turns to the guards) You've got to believe us! We have evidence! We saw them hurt those poor musicians! :(

(The guards throw loops of rope around Mike's neck, trying to control the raging canine.)

Alex: What are you talking about? All we have are dolls we bought for our neighbor's kids!

Peter: (Indicates Micky) We taped it! We saw them hurt those kids! :((

Guard 1: What kids?

Peter: The Wesley Collings Quartet!

(Two guards help Sheila to her feet; two more try to drag Michael away, but he resists, tugging at his bonds and growling angrily. X( )

Peter: You've got to believe us! Micky filmed it!

Security Guard 2: He did, did he?

Micky: I've got it right here! *motions to the camera*

Security Guard 1: Where ARE those kids?

Peter: (Points at Alex) They have them!

Alex: Does it LOOK like we have those kids?

Peter: Please! :(

Security Guard 1: I'm afraid we saw this animal (tugs at Michael) attack Miss London.

Peter: He was just trying to defend us! They're bad people!

Security Guard 3: We're going to have to at least take him to the pound, son, if not the zoo.

Sheila: (A paramedic called to the scene wraps her arm with a bandage) Good. :p

Micky: Now, wait just a minute here, pal...

Davy: 'E's never 'urt anyone before! This fella 'as incredible sense for people who do bad things. ‘E was just trying to protect us!

Sheila: (Indicates her bitten and scratched arms) Look at what he DID to me! Look at my arms! Look at my dress! Do you know how much this cost me? It's vintage! X(

Davy: That's what she says.

Micky: *sneaks over and comes up behind the guard; deepens his voice* I'll ready him to go to the pound while you get these kids to realize what they did here was wrong. ;)

Security Guard 1: (Frowns) Um, ok, sir. Maybe it'll be easier on the kids if they can't see him going.

Micky: Of course. ;)

Sheila: (Frowns as Micky takes Michael's ropes and the security guard goes over to Peter) What in the...

(Davy and Micky undo Mike’s ropes as the security guard puts his arms around the sobbing Peter.)

*Micky and Davy trade chuckles as they free Mike and start their getaway.* ;)

Peter: (Looks up and sees his friend; grins) Michael! (His exclamation kicks off our next romp, "I Never Thought It Peculiar." Mike rushes up to the security guard and grabs the seat of his pants, making sure to bite the fabric, not the skin. He drags him over to the two other guards and let them fall over each other. ;) )

(Michael leaps into Peter's arms; he embraces his furry friend. :) )

*Davy and Micky high-five each other, then run in opposite directions as one of the guards starts towards them.*

(Mike runs between the man's legs, knocking him into a bush, as he and Peter run for the mansion, followed by Alex. As they get through the door, they see Alex coming from one direction and two guards coming from the other. Peter and Michael duck into a door, letting all three run smack into each other. ;) )

*Micky grins, tilting his head out from behind his camera, having recorded the collision.* ;)

(Peter ducks behind a cart filled with laundry. He grabs the cart and runs towards three more guards, knocking them into the cart and sending it towards the laundry chute, letting the men crash into it.)

*As the men slide down the laundry chute, Davy leans into the chute, calling "Don't forget to write!"* ;)

(Mike pulls several large linen tablecloths over two more guards and runs off while they're tangled in the linen.)

(Peter sees a piece of candy on the floor. He picks it up, allowing a guard to fly right over his back. As Peter throws the candy away, Mike pulls the guard over to the laundry chute and knocks him in. ;) )

*We see Davy on the phone. One of the guards comes over to get him, but Davy offers him the phone. The guard takes the phone while Davy sneaks away.* ;)

(Cut to the front hall as the music ends. The girls have arrived, all dressed in summer clothes. Daphne is definitely six months pregnant. ;) )

Emma: (Looks at her watch) Where ARE they? We aren't THAT late!

Daphne: Sorry about that, Em. (Shrugs) Nature called.

Valerie: The party should be almost over by now!

Lauren: But we're talking about the guys. Two of them wouldn't know "on time" if it bit them in the butts.

Emma: Micky probably got caught up filming everything in sight. (Turns to Lauren) Hey, Lauren, how are you feeling...considering?

Valerie: (Grins and winks) How's the newest little Dolenz coming? ;)

Lauren: *grins* So far, so good. My stomach doesn't seem to be growing as fast or as much as with the twins, so I'll take that as it's only one little one this time. ;)

Emma: Which I'm sure makes you happy. ;)

Lauren: Definitely. ;)

(There's a crash and a shout, and three human Monkees and one wolf come barreling into the main hall, followed by more guards.)

Emma: What's going on?

Valerie: Filming the next special already? ;)

(The wolf runs up to Emma, nudging her. She looks into it's large brown eyes...and gasps.)

Emma: Honey? (Puts her hand over her heart) Oh, Mike! It's you! What happened?

Lauren: *sighs* They got into trouble again. :P

(The wolf tugs on the skirt of Emma's blue and red summer dress, pulling her towards the main door.)

Micky: *hides behind where Lauren's sitting* Hide me!

Lauren: *shakes her head* Oh, brother. :P

Peter: Val, do you guys have a car here?

Valerie: Well, we came over in Lauren's car, and the MonkeeMobile's here...

Peter: We'll take the MonkeeMobile. I know, it's recognizable, but it's the only thing that will fit all of us short of a bus.

Emma: What's going on?

Peter: (As the guards and Alex close in on them) We'll tell you in the car.

Lauren: In that case, do we really wanna know? :P

Micky: No, but you're gonna anyway. ;)

Valerie: (Sees Alex) Um, maybe we'd better get going.

Peter: (Nods and grabs her hand) Come on!

(They pull the women out to the parking lot. Everyone piles into the MonkeeMobile, which roars off as Alex and the guards arrive.)

Security Guard 1: Should we follow them, sir?

Alex: *growls; to himself* Dammit. *out loud* Yes! I want them to pay for what they did to my girlfriend!

Security Guard 1: We'll call people to go after them, then. (Pulls out a walkie talkie as we fade out on an annoyed Alex and the MonkeeMobile peeling off into the distance.)