Well, are we all ready to begin now?

Mike: Yeah.

Peter: I'm ready!

Micky: I'm ready.

Davy: So am I, mates.

(We open with the MonkeeMobile peeling out of the mansion as "My Share of the Sidewalk" begins. Three non-descript dark cars and Alex's huge Mustang follow.)

(Mike can't help it. He sticks his head out the window and lets his tongue hang before Emma pulls him back in. ;) )

*Micky pulls out a box of dog biscuits and waves one at Mike.* ;)

(Mike growls and turns away...but snitches a biscuit when Micky's back is turned. :p ;) )

*Micky munches on the biscuits.* ;)

(Valerie lets out a squawk as the Mustang streaks ahead and pours nails on the road. :o )

*Micky hits a button on the dash that pops out a huge vacuum like machine in the car's grill. The machine sucks up the nails before they reach the tires.*

(The nails, however, do hit one of the dark cars, forcing it off the road. Two more cars follow the Mustang and the MonkeeMobile.)

(The Mustang throws a huge cannonball at the MonkeeMobile. Peter screams and points at it. :o >:) )

*Micky pushes another button and pops a huge metal baseball bat out of the trunk. The bat swings and hits the canon ball, sending it back towards the Mustang.*

(The Mustang just barely squeals out of the way before the cannonball splashes into the Pacific Ocean, surprising a group of surfers so much, a few fall off their boards.)

(The Mustang spews fog-like smoke. Alex smirks as they go into Malibu Beach's main street. ;) )

*A set of super-bright fog lights come on. Micky grins widely.*

(The Mustang, the MonkeeMobile, and one of the dark cars suddenly leaps out of the fog. As the fog clears, we cut to the other car, which is now sticking out of a pond in a park. One of the security guards has a duck sitting on his head; the other throws his water-logged walkie-talkie on the ground in annoyance.)

(Micky turns the MonkeeMobile off to a side road to avoid the cars; the Mustang keeps going on the main road, but the last dark car follows them. We briefly switch to a map as we see the MonkeeMobile evade the guards' car. Dotted lines go all over the map, making circles and loops that no car could do in real life. Both cars end up on the beach as picnickers, surfers, joggers, swimmers, and beachcombers scatter in all directions. The cars knock over several surf boards, a lifeguard stand, a row boat, and crunches a few blankets into the sand as they speed across the beach. Micky finally pulls away as the last car runs into a sand dune. Women, surfers, and beachcombers come up to the befuddled guards as they get out of the car and smack them with picnic baskets and surf boards. The MonkeeMobile speeds across the beach and back onto the road as the song ends. There's a blue light as the MonkeeMobile pulls up at the Pad. Everyone piles out, including a now-human Mike, panting.)

Mike: Man, was that some wild ride!

Micky: That was fun! I wanna do that again! :D ;)

Lauren: Another time, Mick, when we're not being chased. ;)

Peter: At least we lost Alex.

Emma: Speaking of Alex, could someone FINALLY tell us what's going on?

Valerie: For the benefit of those of us who tuned in late. ;) :p

Lauren: Right. :P ;)

Mike: Oh, man, how do we explain this, 'specially since the thing with the guards was sorta my fault, in part... :p :">

Peter: Mike, you defended us!

Emma: Why?

Peter: We saw Sheila and Alex take the souls of the Wesley Collings Quartet!

Emma: (Frowns) I heard of them. I bought their first album a few weeks ago.

Micky: Well, as of right now, it's doubtful there'll be a follow-up album. :P

Valerie: There'd BETTER be! That's a Headquarters Records band! I signed them six months ago, and their first album is doing really well, better than expected! :p X(

Davy: They're currently a couple of rag dolls for the devils' amusement. :P

Mike: Sheila and Alex got to them. They probably promised them somethin', then cornered them in the parkin' lot and turned them into dolls. :p

Valerie: WHAT?! Damn them, are they gonna do this to EVERY band I sign? Those are nice kids and good performers! X(

Emma: I don't see how this makes it your fault, Mike.

Mike: I...well, I kinda attacked Sheila...

Peter: ...AFTER she threatened us!

Mike: She got me pissed and I turned into a wolf and attacked her. She called the guards, and they saw me and woulda sent me to the pound or the zoo if it weren't for the guys. :( :p

Emma: Honey, what have I told you about watching your temper around people?

Mike: (Sits next to her) I know, darlin', but I...I just can't help it. Sheila and Alex do that to me. :p

Emma: You can't let them get to you, Mike. What if those guards saw you transform?

Mike: (Groans) I know! :p

Valerie: Well, do you have any proof that Sheila and Alex did...something...to the Quartet?

Mike: Mick, tell me the camera's ok after all that! :p

Micky: *pulls out the camera* The camera's fine. ;)

Peter: Micky filmed the whole thing! :D

Emma: You FILMED the whole thing?

Micky: Of course I did!

Lauren: Ew. :P

Mike: At least, we HOPE he filmed it. :p

Micky: I got it, I got it. :P

Mike: Yeah, well, you're not the world's greatest cameraman. Remember how we let you film Katie's birthday party?

Micky: *pauses a moment* I wasn't completely familiar with the camera at the time. :P

Mike: Mick, you gave me seasickness...and I WASN'T on a boat. :p

Micky: Well, soooorry! :P

Peter: Maybe we ought to see just what's on those reels before we go to the police.

Valerie: My father may have something we could use...

(There's a black light in the middle of the living room. Alex and Sheila appear, the latter grumbling. Sheila now wears a bright jumpsuit, her arm and face bandaged. ;) :p)

Sheila: Well, well, what do we have here? We seem to have hit a family meeting. ;)

Mike: (Growls) Get outta here, assholes, or I'll go animal and bite the bitch in the butt again! X(

Alex: Who decorated this place? :P ;)

Emma: We did. Now, if you have nothing better to do than insult our furnishings, I suggest you leave. X(

Sheila: Oh, we're not interested in games this time. We just want those reels.

Alex: See, we're also quite the film buffs. >:)

Mike: You ain't gettin' them. X(

Peter: We're going to give them to the police!

Sheila: They'll nevah believe you.

Mike: You'd be surprised what cops will believe these days. Your old friend Sargent Nielson would LOVE to see you back in the slammer, Sheila. ;)

Sheila: I won't be going back, White Knight. You'll be turning those reels over to us.

Alex: So fork 'em over.

Mike: (Looks at Micky) Think Nielson would take Alex as a substitute? ;)

Micky: Oh, definitely. ;)

Sheila: Enough of this clowning! Give us the reels! (She narrows her eyes and makes a staff appear in a black light) X(

Emma: (Makes her hockey stick appear in a dark blue light) Oh, so that's how you want it, Devil Woman? X(

Peter: No! Not in here! :o

Mike: Damn it, you two, this is OUR house, and we don't want no devils here! X( (He grabs Alex and tries to force him to the door as "Apples, Peaches, Bananas, and Pears" begins.)

(Peter takes Alex's other shoulder in an attempt to help while Emma holds off Sheila.)

*Alex puts his arms out to stop him from going through the doorway.*

(Mike grabs Alex's feet and Peter takes his torso and they attempt to throw him out the window. ;) )

(Valerie takes a broom handle and knocks Sheila's feet out from under her with it.)

*Micky goes to the closet across the room and retrieves the reel to reel to play back his recording.*

(Mike and Peter, joined by Davy, attempt to give Alex the "one, two, three" out the bedroom window.)

*The trio does manage to get Alex out the window, but as soon as he's out, there's a black light and no thud.*

(Mike and Peter lock the door. Mike seals it with dark-blue light. The two shake hands, grinning.)

*Black light appears in the middle of the room as Alex reappears. He heads over to where Micky's still trying to set up the reel to reel.*

(Sheila smirks and tries to corner the pregnant Lauren and Daphne, but she's once again knocked off her feet, this time by a hockey stick. Emma and Valerie grab the squealing female devil and run for the back door. Lauren opens it, and they toss her into a sand dune, which falls over her, covering her with sand. They, too, shake hands. ;) )

*Lauren waves "bye bye."* ;)

(Mike grabs Alex's feet out from under him as he tries to sneak up behind Micky and the reel to reel. Davy joins Micky to help as Mike wrestles with Alex. Peter closes his eyes. Alex is now bound with garlands of flowers. His face is covered with peace signs and flower power signals. ;) )

*Alex is so mad, smoke pours from his ears.* X-( :P

(Mike and Peter pick up Alex and toss him into the same sand dune the girls just tossed Sheila into. Mike turns to the group as the music ends.)

Mike: Look, guys, I'm thinkin' we'd better split up. If we stay here, they'll just keep comin' back.

Micky: Good idea.

Emma: (Nods) You'll have to watch the reels somewhere else. I don't particularly want those devils to destroy this house or get their hands on US, especially Lauren and Daphne. We've had enough of that. :p

Valerie: You could watch it at the mansion.

Mike: No. That's one of the first places Sheila and Alex will look.

Micky: We need to go somewhere that isn't one of our homes.

Valerie: You could try one of the movie studios. They'll have security.

Mike: Yeah, but will Columbia let us on the lot just because we're four guys who make a special every couple of months?

Peter: We have to try!

Valerie: Even if Alex and Sheila show up there, they probably wouldn't be allowed in. THEY haven't made a movie or a TV show, or even a special. ;)

Emma: We'll go to the Headquarters offices and find out more about the Wesley Collings Quartet. It may help us free them if we know how Sheila and Alex hooked them in the first place.

Peter: Maybe we should have asked them before we threw them out...

Mike: It's a little late to think of that now. :p

Micky: Like they'd tell us. :P

Emma: Speaking of, we'd better get moving. We could pick up the kids; I'd rather they were safe with us girls, and they've been to Headquarters before.

Mike: You girls take the MonkeeMobile. We could take the jeep - it's pretty non-descript - or go back for Lauren's car.

Daphne: No problem.

Emma: Well, folks, let's go, before the kids and the Devils get cranky. :p ;)

Lauren: Yeah.

(Everyone gets into the MonkeeMobile and the jeep, and the two cars go in separate directions once they get on the main road. The camera follows the MonkeeMobile in a few shots obviously culled from the TV series; we even accidentally see the guys instead of the girls in a few brief shots. The MonkeeMobile finally pulls up in front of a non-descript office building in downtown LA. The four girls, with the four kids in tow, head in. Cut to an office upstairs; it's done attractively and brightly, with relatively comfortable furniture and pictures of Peter, Valerie, and Jordan behind piles of papers on the otherwise neat desk.)

Valerie: Ok, everyone, take a seat. (Goes to an antique chest by the a wall and opens it to reveal baby and toddler toys, stuffed dolls, and games) I keep these here for Jordan when I have him at work. I'll sometimes have him in the mornings when I have no other appointments.

Katie: Yay! (Pulls out a doll and sits down next to Jordan, who plays with a stuffed puppy dog.)

Emma: That'll keep the munchkins occupied. Even Lauren's. ;)

Lauren: Amazingly enough. ;)

Valerie: All right, ladies, let's get down to business. First of all, I'll call my secretary Agnes. She has the contracts and the names of the members of the Wesley Collings Quartet and the keys to all files.

Daphne: Okay.

Valerie: (Dials a number on the phone on her desk; Katie tries to show Jordan how to do the same thing with a play phone, so he can be like his mommy) Hello, Aggie? Yeah, it's me, Val. Could you do me a big favor? I need the contracts and files on the Wesley Collings Quartet. We want to go over their contracts and figure out what kind of a raise to give them for their second album. Yes, really. No, I can't get the shorter guy's autograph at the moment. (Sighs) No, Aggie, I haven't had THOSE thoughts! Not recently, anyway. I'm a married woman, remember? (Pause, then a grin) You can? Thanks, Aggie, you're the best. I'll make sure to pick up that chocolate and strawberry milkshake just for you the next time I'm out. Bye!

Emma: What was all that about?

Valerie: (Grins) It cost me a chocolate and strawberry milkshake, but Aggie's bringing the files and the contracts here as soon as she can get them out. ;)

Lauren: Gee, and I thought you were going to owe her something major. ;)

Valerie: (Rolls her eyes as the other two chuckle) I'm sure Aggie will be able to get those autographs on her own lately...and if she can't, I'll drag both those guys over to her when we get them back to pay her for this! ;)

(Aggie, a small, slightly delicate-looking woman with frizzy hair, enters. She holds a small stack of papers and a folder.)

Agnes: (Smiles) Here you go, Val, everything we have on the Wesley Collings Quartet! (Frowns) Are you sure you can't get me Shaun and Nate's autographs?

Valerie: Positive, Agnes. They're a bit...busy...today.

Agnes: Ok. (Smiles) Well, happy reading, ladies! Just tell me when you're ready to put it back! :) (She heads out again)

Valerie: (Turns to the girls with a smile) Agnes is a gem. Almost as sensitive and naive as Peter, but amazingly good at her job and can type at least 50 words a minute! ;)

Lauren: *nods* I'll say. ;)

Emma: (Hands the girls the folders and stacks) Ok, names are brothers Shaun and Nate Alistair, Shaun apparently older by a year, older sister Linda Alistair, and Amy Andrews, a friend of Linda's. They started the band after seeing the Beatles in "A Hard Day's Night"; worked on it in clubs in Seattle, Tacoma, Portland, and northern California before they were (looks at Valerie surprisingly) spotted by Valerie and Peter Tork at a club in San Diego.

Valerie: (Nods) Peter and I went to that club right before we went on that last tour. It's a great place to find young, unusual, up-and-coming talent.

Emma: (Breathes) What if you weren't the only ones who came to that club that night...or to approach the Quartet?

Valerie: You think Sheila and Alex may have gotten to them first?

Emma: I'll bet they promised them the gigs to get them noticed. How do you think they ended up in San Diego if they were all the way up north?

Valerie: Why not LA?

Emma: Too obvious. Alex made that mistake with his thirty young ladies.

Valerie: (Nods) Leslie Evans came up in the world too fast, too soon...

Emma: Too NOTICEABLY. Sheila is obviously not going to repeat Alex's mistakes with four souls, two of them belonging to attractive males, at stake. :p

Valerie: (She's going over the contracts) Anything else?

Valerie: (Thoughtfully) I suspect, unlike Leslie Evans, the talent is genuinely their own. They ARE talented. But they do kind of look...

Emma: Like an older Partridge Family.

Lauren: Weird.

Emma: She must have gotten to them in Northern California, maybe when we were in Texas or Japan earlier in the year...or heck, even last year, before their usual Christmas siesta.

Valerie: The question is, where is she keeping them now?

Emma: I think it's time to consult our mentor. ;)