Mike: Ok, fellas, ready to call the cops?

Peter: I am! I'm scared! :(

Micky: I told you I got it on film! :P

Davy: Now we'll nevah 'ear the end of it. :P

(We open with a repeat of the scene in Part 1 where Alex and Sheila seduced the Wesley Collings Quartet...but the film stock is noticeably grainier and very, VERY jumpy, swishing and swirling every-which-way. The screen finally goes blank, and we realize we've been watching a film on a pull-down screen. We cut to Micky, Peter, and Davy standing behind Micky's camera.

Peter: Oh, man, we've watched the reels twice now. You got it all! :o

Micky: Told ya. ;) :P

Peter: I hope Mike gets back soon. He looked pretty green.

Micky: Well, I will admit to needing a warning to those who get sick on quick movements to take heed when watching my film. :P

Davy: A warning and a bathroom in running distance.

Micky: Funny.

(Mike comes in the basement, wiping his lips on the back of his suit jacket. He's still a little pale, but otherwise fine.)

Mike: That's the last time I watch anythin' you've filmed, Mick. :p

Micky: Sorry, Mike.

Mike: Ok, now that my stomach's settled and we know we have evidence, let's get it to the cops, before Alex and Sheila try to get US.

Peter: Who will call the police?

Mike: Why don't we find a pay phone upstairs or at least near-by?

Davy: Good idea.

*The guys leave the basement, headed upstairs to find a phone.*

Mike: We gotta get through to Sargent Nielson, then give him the reels and back off. We've had enough fun with Sheila, Alex, and their twisted little minds. :p

Peter: Mike, I'm scared! What if Alex and Sheila come after us or the girls?

Mike: Then we'll turn them over to Nielson. I'm tired of dealing with their crap. Their ragin' hormones ain't our problem. :p

Micky: No kidding. :P

*There's a sudden black light coupled with smoke for effect, followed by a "Tsk, tsk, tsk."* ;) :P

Alex: That's no way to speak of old friends.

Mike: (Turns around...and immediately steps in front of the other three, doing his best to shield them) Alex. What are you doin' here, and how did you know we were here in the first place?

Alex: It seems that you have some incriminating film. That's what I'm doing here. Besides, where else would you choose to WATCH the film? ;)

Mike: This film's goin' to the cops, and you are, too. We've had enough of you and your sex-obsessed, snot-assed mistress! X(

Alex: You flatterer. ;)

Micky: *points over Mike's shoulder* And we've had enough of your ugly face! *pauses, rethinking his comment* :P X-(

Mike: (Mutters to Micky) Um, Mick, checked a mirror lately? ;) /:)

Micky: *shrugs* Well, it's the scars more than anything. :P

Alex: Why don't you just give me the film, and I'll find my own way out? ;) >:)

Mike: Nothin' doin', jackass.

Alex: Then I'll just have to TAKE it! :P

Peter: No! :o

Micky: Not a chance!

Mike: We won't let you, clone breath! X(

Alex: Oh no? *points at the reels in Micky's hands; the reels rise in the air*

Micky: Hey! :P

Mike: Cut that out! (He narrows his eyes and concentrates; the reels return to Micky)

Peter: Guys, people are gonna see you and ask questions... :">

Alex: So? ;) >:)

Mike: Nahh, we're right outside a movie studio. They'll think it's a special effect. ;)

*Alex grabs for the reels, but Micky pulls away.*

(The reels fall to the ground as "Shake 'Em Up" begins. Mike manages to grab them and join the other three as they make a dash for the gates, followed by Alex.)

*The floor suddenly turns to ice. The guys go sliding, the reels flying from Mike's hands and landing in Alex's. He grins.* >:) :D

(Mike glares at Alex. The guys are now on ice skates. There's a dark blue light, and Alex falls through a trap door in the floor, dropping the reels. Micky skates by and picks up the reels as the guys return to solid ground and the skates vanish.)

(Cut to a set filming a sci-fi movie. The Monkees tip-toe past men in rather odd-looking, oversized ape costumes. The men give them a strange look, but say nothing. :-/ )

*The guys stop once off the set and look around for Alex. A fishing line with a magnet on it lowers and attaches to the tin the reels are in. The line gets just above Micky when he finally turns to find the reels dangling over his head.* :P

(Peter grins and makes a bigger magnet appear. The guys help him aim it and regain the tins. ;) )

(We next see the guys running through a South Seas film, where a group of "natives" in outlandish feathered costumes are doing a dance. Micky grins, grabs a headdress, and joins them. Mike just groans...but Peter follows. ;) :p :D)

*Davy also gets in on the act.* ;)

(Mike finally drags the three of them away as Alex tries to barrel through the number, only to be squashed by dancers and carried away. ;) :p)

(Cut to Mike, dressed in a Robin Hood-style outfit, with tights and everything. He makes his broadsword appear and joins the costumed actors in a dueling scene, even dueling with the villain. The "villain" shrugs and knocks the sword out of Mike's hand. He's about to "skewer" him when he's distracted by a green arrow that barely misses his head. Peter, also dressed in a Robin Hood-type outfit, looks up and grins. He runs to Mike grabs his arm as the surprised "villain" looks on.)

(Alex looks around, grumbling and muttering and cursing...and not noticing four Monkees making faces at him on the catwalks above. ;) )

(Peter gulps, wandering around a haunted house set alone. The sound effects are scaring him. Suddenly, a man dressed as Dracula jumps out of the shadows. Peter screams and drops the reels in his haste to exit the set...not to mention knocks over several walls, two cameras, and two camerapeople.)

*Alex scoops up the reels, grinning.* ;)

(Suddenly, the silhouette of a huge, drooling monster flanks Alex. He...and several minor assistant directors...scream and follow Peter off the set. The "monster" pulls off it's head, revealing Mike. He scoops up the reels and goes off in search of Micky and Davy. ;) )

(Mike groans and puts his head in his hands. Micky and Davy are standing behind a camera, animatedly discussing a women-in-prison movie being filmed...including several obvious gestures toward the ladies in torn bikinis having catfights. Mike grabs both Monkees by the collar and drags them off before they can run out and drool over all those half-naked women. ;) :p)

*Both argue with Mike, motioning wildly with their hands and arms, but Mike ignores them and continues dragging them away.* ;)

(The four Monkees run onto a city street scene; a 30s gangster movie is being filmed. The gangsters, including one rather familiar man with fat cheeks and a full gray mustache, are surprised and even a little amused as the four young men push costumed extras aside, grab a vintage vehicle, and take off.)

(The vintage sedan flies through the Columbia Studios at a breakneck pace, upsetting several productions, including knocking over two soap opera lovers about to kiss, accidentally knocking two black guys into a mock-car-wash, and knocking a kid in 40s costume into a lake as Davy blows a kiss to the pretty girl he was trying to woo. ;) )

(The car is pursued by another vintage vehicle, one driven by Alex, of course. Mike steps on the gas pedal, almost literally flying over another pool, this one with a big, slimy green monster wading out of it. He grins and waves. ;) :D)

*Micky waves back, out the window.* ;)

(Mike finally comes to a skidding halt just near the studio gates. The guys all climb out of the car.)

Peter: (Points - there's a whole mob of people following them, wanting their vehicle back or autographs or just to know what in the HELL is going on) Um, guys, I think we'd better move! :o

Davy: *nods* Good idea, mate.

Mike: (As they hurry out of the gate) Um, I think it might be safer to call the cops from somewhere else.

Micky: *looks at the angry mob again* Let’s get outta here. :P

(Alex finally makes his way through the crowd as the guys disappear in a blue light.)

Alex: Dammit! X-( :P

(A long, black limousine pulls up alongside Alex. The window in the back slowly rolls down to reveal Sheila. She leans out the window, smirking.)

Sheila: Hullo, dear. Got what you came for?

Alex: *makes a face* No. They decided to play Hot Potato with it and I couldn't hang on. :P

Sheila: (Her smirk never wavers) I rather figured you wouldn't. There's four of them and one of you, for one thing. (Nods in the limousine) Ms. Beryl and I have something in 'ere that may bring those boys and their incriminating film out of hiding. ;) >:)

Alex: *bends down to the window to see inside* Ahhh.

Sheila: Get in. We're going to set a trap that will rid us of those meddling guardians and my sistah once and for all...and get rid of those reels before the police manage to see them.

Alex: Good. *opens the door and slides in* >:)

(We have a close-up of the limousine taking off down the street with palm trees and movie studios in the background as it disappears in a black light and the screen fades out.)