Everyone ready to explore Blossom Lilyfair's mansion?

Valerie: I just hope you girls don't get into trouble...

Lauren: Don't worry about us! ;)

Daphne: Yeah, we'll be just fine! ;)

(We open in the tastefully decorated beige hallways of Blossom Lilyfair's mansion. Daphne and Lauren walk down the hall, trying to look like they belong.)

Daphne: Maybe we should have put on disguises or something, stolen outfits from the maids...

Lauren: Don't worry, we'll be quick!

Daphne: Here's the first room. I hope they're not locked. I don't have a hair pin on me.

Lauren: Neither do I... *tries the knob & it opens*

Daphne: (Looks around) Anyone home? (The moment she enters, a light turns on...revealing a huge suite awash in frilly, pastel flower-prints. Everything is soft, floaty, lacy, and/or flower-trimmed, from the sheets on the bed to the huge sunken area with the table, chairs, and TV.)

Lauren: Did you turn that light on, Daph?

Daphne: No. There isn't even a light switch. Must be on remote control.

Daphne: (Walks around) Get a load of this place, hun? Could it get any frillier?

Lauren: I kinda doubt it. *makes a face*

Daphne: Wow! (She throws open two double doors...to reveal an enormous walk-in closet) Check this out! This is more clothing than I've seen in your average department store, and it's ALL really fancy stuff!

Lauren: *peeks in* And it's all so girly!

Daphne: Yeah, I don't see any sneakers or jeans in here. Either she keeps them in another closet, or this is her idea of hang out clothes. (Pulls out a dress) You go through the room. Check drawers, other closets. We need to find proof that she has something else in mind for that Fountain of Youth Skin Cream besides making your skin glow. (Nods at a door) There's probably other rooms to search, too. I'll bet this is a whole suite. It must be her private suites.

Lauren: *nods* Right. *goes over to a bureau and pulls open a drawer; eyes widen* Uh, Daph? Check this out!

Daphne: (Holds up a light, ruffled pink dress) This dress is awfully...young...for a 40-something woman... (puts the dress aside) Yeah, Laur?

Lauren: *turns to Daphne* She's got TONS of her own cream here in the bureau!

Daphne: (Shrugs) So she uses her own product. She probably decided to test it on herself. (Frowns) Is there more? (Opens a jar and sniffs it) I wonder what this stuff is REALLY made out of?

Lauren: What do you think? *opens the other three drawers, producing a total of 20 jars*

Daphne: Wow. She's really into this, isn't she? (Frowns) She must be that desperate for it to work.

Lauren: I wonder if she HAS to keep using it...

Daphne: Yeah, but why?

Lauren: So she doesn't revert to her real age?

Daphne: That would explain a lot...but why would she need 20 jars of this stuff?

Lauren: I wonder how often she has to use it. It might depend on how long she's already been using it, too. Her skin might be getting used to a certain amount and she has to use more every so often.

Daphne: Like a drug.

Lauren: Exactly.

Daphne: I wonder how young she wants to be? I saw dresses and pant suits in there that would look childish on us, and we're in our late 20s.

Lauren: No idea, but if she goes much farther, she's gonna look really silly.

Daphne: (She digs further into the drawer) I wonder where she keeps important papers?

(Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.)

Lauren: Tell me that was you, Daph!

Daphne: No, it wasn't me!

Lauren: It wasn't me, either!

Voice #1: Open up in there! This is security!

Daphne: Shit!

Lauren: Dammit! We gotta hide!

Daphne: Over there! (Pulls Lauren behind two flowery lace curtains as three large security guards burst into the room)

Security Guard #1: Hello?

Security Guard #2: I know I heard voices.

*Lauren starts wrinkling her nose behind the curtains. There's a flowery freshener scent to the curtains, and it's bothering her nose! Lauren starts a sneeze. She gets a finger under her nose in time, but she's still wrinkling her nose.*

Security Guard #1: I saw two ladies walkin' upstairs just a few minutes ago. Miss Lilyfair said no one was supposed to be up here durin' the party but her, the servants, and us.

(Daphne leans over and tries to stop Lauren's sneeze without being seen!)

Security Guard #3: Hey fellas, I think I heard somethin'.

*Lauren can't hold in the sneeze any longer and lets a fairly loud sneeze rip. She clamps both hands over her mouth, her eyes widening.*

Security Guard #1: Now I KNOW I heard somethin'!

Daphne: (Whispers) Maybe if we hold really, really still, they won't see us.

Security Guard #1: (Pulls the curtain away to reveal Daphne) Hello, young lady. What are you doin' up here?

Daphne: Or maybe not.

Security Guard #3: (Reveals Lauren) Well hello there, cutie. Dust caught in your throat?

Security Guard #2: What are you two doing up here? Shouldn't you be downstairs with the other guests?

Daphne: Um, we got lost looking for the bathroom...

Security Guard #2: There's three downstairs!

Lauren: We're really bad with directions.

Security Guard #1: You're so bad with directions that you can't tell down from up?

Daphne: Yes.

Lauren: I'm dyslexic. *shrugs*

Security Guard #3: What's with hiding behind the curtains?

Daphne: We were looking for my contact lens.

Lauren: See, it rolled, and...

(Suddenly, the door bursts open. Honeywell jumps into the room.)

Inspector Honeywell: Ladies, you really must go! The guards saw you, and...

Daphne: Oh good grief.

Lauren: A little late, there, Honeywell.

Security Guard #1: What is this, open house night? Is he yours?

Lauren: *sighs* Yes and no.

Inspector Honeywell: I came to warn you, and possibly save you...

Security Guard #1: Maybe you can explain what you and your girlfriends are doing up here, shorty.

Inspector Honeywell: (Bristles at the "Shorty") We were looking for my contact lens.

Security Guard #2: Your girlfriend already used that excuse, and you're wearing glasses.

*Lauren slaps her forehead.*

Inspector Honeywell: We were...um...

Daphne: Leaving. (She starts across the room, waving as she goes) Bye!

Lauren: Bye! *follows Daphne*

Security Guard #1: Oh no, you don't...

("The Girl That I Knew Somewhere" begins as the security guards go after the girls. The girls duck away from them. Honeywell attempts to block the guards, but they run right over him.)

*Honeywell is left behind, lying on the floor with footprints on him and groaning.*

(Daphne throws piles of clothes onto one guard, trying to slow him down.)

*Lauren creates a trip line and baits one of the guards. He finds the tripline and falls face first on the floor.*

(Honeywell tries to stand and fight one of the guards, but he only needs to tap him with his night stick to knock him out again.)

(Daphne pulls a sleep mask over one guard's eyes. He wanders around the room, bumping into things, as Daphne takes off.)

*Lauren sneaks up on one guard and throws a blanket over his head. He immediately starts snoring standing up!*

(Daphne and another guard sit in the conversation pit and watch TV together, sharing a bowl of popcorn.)

(Honeywell gets back up...only to be knocked down by the other two guards chasing Lauren.)

(Daphne throws the rest of the bowl of popcorn on her guard and takes off.)

*Lauren's stuck between two guards, running from opposite directions at her. She sneaks out from between them at the last moment and they run into each other.*

(The song ends with the girls tying the three guards together with silk sheets from Blossom's massive bed. They help Honeywell to his feet again.)

Inspector Honeywell: (Dazed) Is the earthquake over, Mommy?

Daphne: We got the guards down, no thanks to you.

Lauren: And I thought the guys were joking about how big a wuss you are.

Inspector Honeywell: Maybe we'd better be going now. I don't think Miss Lilyfair will appreciate her guards being bound like that...not to mention what you girls did to her rooms.

Daphne: Best idea I've heard all night. This party was a drag, anyway.

Lauren: You're not kidding.

Inspector Honeywell: Just one thing, ladies. (Makes a face) I think I sprained my ankle. (He leans on them as we cut to downstairs. Blossom Lilyfair is chatting with Emma and Valerie again. The girls have their plates this time.)

Blossom: I have the most wonderful idea! Why don't all of you come over to my house tomorrow afternoon for tea? It'll be simply lovely.

Valerie: I have work...

Emma: I don't think that's a good idea.

Blossom: You'll get even more of an exclusive story for your paper, Mrs. Nesmith. I'll tell you all about me and my new line of cosmetics. (Looks at her watch) Which reminds me, I really do need to get to my other guests.

Lauren: *joins them* We're ready to head out.

Blossom: So soon?

Lauren: Early day tomorrow.

Emma: (Leans over Lauren and whispers) What went wrong?

Lauren: *whispers* Everything...but I think we might've figured something out.

Emma: (Nods) All right. We'll talk in the car. (Out loud) I'm sorry Blossom, but we all have work in the morning.

Valerie: And I'll switch my shift to the morning in order to be able to join that lovely tea party. (Manages a smile) I'm looking forward to it.

Blossom: So am I, dearie. So am I. See you tomorrow. Bring your (smirks at Lauren) little friends. Maybe they'll find something almost fashionable by then. (She flounces off)

*Lauren growls, clenching her fists.*

Valerie: (Takes Lauren's shoulder) Whoa! No murder here, Lauren. You'll make the dance floor sticky.

Emma: Let's get out of here. Tell us what you found in the car.

*Lauren just nods, still fuming.*

(Cut to Rosemarie. Valerie drives as the other two explain what happened.)

Lauren: ...And then we helped Honeywell hobble his way out. That man truly is next to useless. He makes Maxwell Smart look like a genius!

Daphne: No wonder the guys are always complaining about him.

Valerie: (Sighs) He must be good at SOMETHING to have kept his job as long as he has.

Lauren: Brown-nosing?

Emma: He's probably more the pencil-pushing type.

Valerie: Girls, I don't know what finding 20 jars of her own skin care cream proves, other than she's very fond of using her own cosmetics.

Emma: I think they have a point. Why would anyone need 20 jars of skin cream?

Valerie: Dry skin?

Lauren: Addiction.

Daphne: We think she might have to keep using more and more to keep from reverting back to her original form.

Emma: And if she has to, I'll be other people have to as well.

Valerie: We don't know this for sure. We need some proof that the skin cream is more damaging than just letting a few wrinkles show.

Emma: Let's go to that tea party she was talking about tomorrow. It'll be just us four girls and her. We can snoop around again.

Valerie: We'll have to figure out a way to do it without looking suspicious. Tonight will be bad enough as it is. She may end up banning Daph and Lauren from her house, or at least from her rooms.

Lauren: *sarcastic* Oh darn!

Emma: There has to be a way we can search her home without arousing suspicion!

Valerie: I think there is.

Emma: Got an idea, Val?

Valerie: There is one thing Honeywell is good for. (Grins) He knows someone who can make useful things. Remember Desmond?

Lauren: You mean Micky's idol?

*Daphne chuckles.*

Emma: (Nods) I know what you mean. He can create ways we can wander around in there without causing distractions. (Frowns) And we need to wangle an invitation into the factories, too. Lauren, I know what happened the last time we visited a factory, but we need to find out the truth about what these skin creams really do and where those missing people are!

Lauren: Hopefully, this visit won't be a repeat version.

Valerie: If we can't get around her...maybe we can bring her with us.

Emma: What do you mean?

Valerie: We'll hide in plain sight. Get her to show us the house and search while she's doing it.

Daphne: I like it.

Emma: It's sneaky, and it's not nice...but it'll work and it'll get me my story.

Valerie: It's settled, then. Tomorrow, we go to the tea party and go to Desmond to see if he can help out. Besides, we're overdue for a briefing with Inspector Honeywell.

Emma: And we'll need to try to recruit the guys to babysit again. How are Davy and Micky feeling?

*Lauren and Daphne exchange withering looks.*

Lauren: Still sick and whiny.

Valerie: And Peter is still in jail. Mike won't like it, but I think he, Jack, and Nyles will continue to babysit. Maybe they can recruit the Four Martians or the Abbies to help.

Emma: Speaking of the kids, let's get home and get them to bed. Katie's dying to hear about Mama's big fancy party.

Daphne: And the guys probably think they're just dying.

(The girls all laugh as the camera focuses on Rosemarie driving off into the lamp-lit Beverly Hills night.)