Ok, ladies, everyone ready to kick some fashionable tail feather? ;)

Valerie: Yes. ;)

Lauren: More than you know. ;)

Daphne: I am.

(We open in the huge gardens of Blossom Lilyfair's home. Four cars pull into a full parking lot across from the area. One is Lauren's purple Chevy Bel Air. One is the garishly painted van belonging to the Abbies. The third is Rosemarie, and the fourth is a large dark-green Buick. Lauren and the Angelettes head for the main house. Everyone else gets into the line to enter the Garden Party Fashion Show.)

Emma: (Over her communicator) Lauren, do you read me?

Lauren: Loud and clear, Em.

Emma: We're going to get into the fashion show. Daphne and the Abbies are going backstage. Valerie, Barbara Marion, and I are going to work the crowd and see what we can find out.

Lillian: Hey, what about us?

Audrey: Yeah! How come we can't hit the party?

Emma: You guys need to find Honeywell and see if you can stall the show, or at least throw a few kinks into the works. I don't know if Honeywell is here or with everyone else who went missing, but it's worth a try.

Lauren: We have the fun job.

Emma: If you really can't find Honeywell, don't waste time roaming around the house. Get down here as soon as you can. We'll everyone we can get.

Lauren: Right, Chief.

Emma: (Laughs) Thanks, Lauren. No wonder Mike enjoys his "leader" position.

Lauren: Yeah, it inflates the ego, which isn't a bad thing.

Emma: And mine could use all the inflating it can get.

Audrey: We get to go in that big house?

Lillian: I don't think the garage at my house is that size.

Winnie: I don't think the LA Airport is that size.

Lauren: I don't think Rhode Island is that size.

Emma: (As the Angellettes laugh) Ok, guys. Enough horsing around.

Winnie: There's horses in there, too?

Lillian: She could fit a whole zoo!

Lauren: Perhaps we should get a move on, ladies.

Emma: I agree. The line's moving, and I suggest you girls do too, before security catches you.

Audrey: Time to make tracks, then.

Lauren: Lets vamanose!

Audrey: (Nods; the other two look at her weird) Yeah, you're right. (Shakes her head) Didn't you two uncultured people take Spanish in high school?

Lillian: I took French.

Winnie: I could barely figure English out.

Lauren: I took French, too, but I do know some Spanish words, some French words, and even some English words! *grins*

Audrey: And let's just say "get movin'" in English, because some of those guys in the uniforms are starin' at us, and somehow, I get the feelin' they ain't soldiers home from Vietnam.

Lauren: I think you're right.

(The girls discreetly head towards the house, keeping towards the back paths.)

Audrey: How are we gonna get in? Just walk right through a door?

Winnie: I wanna scale a wall or somethin', like Batman on the reruns.

Lillian: I really don't think.... (They finally walk right over to the glass sliding door that leads to the office. It's unguarded.)

Audrey: So far, so good. Anyone have a lock pick or something?

Lauren: *goes up and tries the door; it's open* Much easier this way.

Audrey: I don't like this.

Winnie: Stop bein' a wet blanket, Aud. You shouldn't look a gift door in the mouth.

Lillian: Or something like that.

(All three enter the office.)

Audrey: Ok, what are we lookin' for again?

Winnie: Some Honey guy, right?

(Lillian is checking under tables and chairs.)

Lauren: Honeywell, that's his name. Dark hair, glasses, nerdy-looking.

Winnie: Let's search the house. First one to find a man in uniform gets to alert the others and have them come to kick his ass.

Audrey: Unless he's good-lookin'.

Winnie: Then we ask him out.

Audrey: And THEN kick his ass.

Lauren: Sounds fair to me.

Audrey: (Takes Lillian by the collar of her peasant blouse, despite the fact that Lillian is taller) Ok Sherlock, let's get movin'.

Lillian: (As Audrey pulls her out of the office) But I ain't finished in there!

("She Hangs Out" begins as the four split up and head down the hallway. Lillian ducks into the ballroom. She sees a security officer and dances with him, finally dancing him into the piano. The piano seems to "burp" as she takes off!)

(Audrey searches the downstairs parlor. She grabs a book and flips through it, not noticing the security guard sneaking up behind her. The guard reaches up to grab her, but she moves away with her book and he ends up falling into the bookcase instead.)

(Winnie lounges by the pool as guards bring her drinks with little paper umbrellas.)

(Audrey and Lillian watch "Shaft" on the TV in the conversation pit in Blossom's room.)

(Winnie finally comes into the kitchen and grabs a donut from a box...at the same time a guard does. She fights the guard for the donut. She finally tweaks his nose, grabs the donut, and runs for it!)

(Audrey and Lillian find Lauren in a gym, showing off her wrestling moves to several guards and trainers.)

(Audrey, Lillian, and Lauren head back towards Blossom's room. Lillian immediately dives into her closet while Audrey and Lauren search the rest of the suites.)

(Winnie is now in another room. She peers in...then shuts the door fast and darts upstairs!)

(We cut back to Blossom's room as the romp ends.)

Audrey: Lauren, I think this is a wild nerd chase. He ain't here.

Lauren: We'd better move on then. If he is here, we'll run across him eventually.

Winnie: (Darts into the room, waving her cream donut) Guys! Guys! I found somethin'!

Audrey: You found breakfast, and you couldn't share it with us?

Winnie: (Rolls her eyes) I found him! Or at least, he looks like a nerd. He looks a little older than what you described, though. His neck is kinda wrinkly. I thought I found an elephant with glasses at first.

Audrey: Well, lead us to him!

Lillian: (Pokes her head out; she wears a pearl earrings-and-necklace set) Aw, do we have to? I haven't had this much fun dressin' up since the last time we went on tour!

Audrey: Git outta there, Win! That stuff ain't ours!

Lillian: You're no fun. (She finally emerges, taking off the earrings and dropping them back in the closet)

Audrey: Ok Win, where did you find him?

Winnie: In a closet, of all places! Who woulda thunk to look there?

Lillian: I was hopin' for a secret passage or somethin'!

Audrey: What do you think this is, "Scooby Doo?" Man...

(The follow Winnie downstairs... but don't see the guard who whispers into his walkie-talkie as they head to the back of the house, near the kitchen.)

Winnie: Here he is! (She pulls the closet open. Honeywell is, indeed, tied up there. Part of his face and neck look like a flesh-colored prune. He's bound and gagged.)

Audrey: Someone didn't eat his Wheaties.

Lillian: Man, how much time do you spend in the sun?

Lauren: No, it's more like how much of that cream was used on him. *shakes her head* He may be fairly incompetent at times, but he didn't deserve this.

Lillian: (Takes the gag off his mouth) You ok, man?

Honeywell: (Sighs) Except for the fact that my face and neck feel like the Sahara, yes, I'm fine. To be honest, I was unconscious until just about a few hours ago, and I felt dizzy and nauseous when I awoke. They must have drugged me after you left, Mrs. Dolenz.

Lauren: *nods* Here, let’s get you untied. *goes behind and unties him*

Honeywell: (As Lauren and Lillian help him to his feet) Thank you. Where are we?

Audrey: We're in a mansion belongin' to some fancy chick named Blossom.

Honeywell: Miss Lilyfair must not have had the time to transport me to where the others are being held.

Audrey: Maybe we should head back to the garden and tell everyone we found your friend here.

Lillian: I wish there was a way we could help you, Mr. Honey.

Honeywell: It's HoneyWELL, young lady, and I could always talk to Desmond about finding an antidote to this cream. You did give him the liquids, right?

Lauren: Yes, we did.

Honeywell: Very good. I suggest we do what the other lady said and head for the garden party.

(They head for the office door they came in...but the hallway is now blocked by a squadron of security guards.)

Honeywell: Oh dear.

Lillian: Um sorry, officer, we got lost, and...

Security Guard #1: (Into his walkie-talkie) We found them, Miss Lilyfair. Three black chicks, the short chick in the ugly sneakers, and the wrinkled nerd.

Honeywell: Nerd?

Audrey: So we're three black chicks. Wanna make somethin' of it?

Lillian: Um Aud, may I point out that these good men have guns (pushes at the barrel of one gun) and we don't?

Winnie: (Grins at another man) Hey good lookin', what are you doin' for dinner tonight?

Security Guard #2: (Grins) Nothin' at all there, honey. You free?

Winnie: Yeah. I'm free to do (knees him in the family jewels) THIS!

Lauren: *goes up to the first security guard* I'll give you ugly sneakers! *turns sideways and shoots out her leg, kicking the guard in the gut*

Honeywell: It wasn't very nice to call me a nerd. (He hits the third security guard in the jaw...and both reel back in pain) What, is your jaw made of granite?

Security Guard #3: Is your fist made of granite?

("Valleri" begins as the girls swarm around the guards. Honeywell continues to try to duke it out with his guard.)

(Winnie and Lillian lure two guards into the closet. When they emerge, they're wearing the guards' uniforms, and the guards are tied up and sitting in their socks and boxers.)

(Honeywell finally gets the guard back towards the wall. He hits the guard again, and the guard falls this time, out cold. Audrey comes out from behind him, holding what's left of a vase. She grins and nods at the girls, then the guards. Grab his uniform!)

(Audrey takes on another guard. She holds Winnie's donut under his nose, luring him into the kitchen. We hear the sounds of someone being knocked over the head with a pot over the music. When Audrey emerges, she's wearing the guard's uniform.)

*Lauren pulls back a fist and slugs the guard, knocking him unconscious. She grins, folds her arms, and rests a foot on the out-cold guard.*

(The Angellettes clap for her as the music winds down.)

Audrey: Nice work, Lauren.

Lillian: You are so good!

Honeywell: Very good, Mrs. Dolenz. Now, I suggest you take that guard's uniform, before he awakens and realizes he was knocked out by a woman.

Lauren: Gladly. *pulls his uniform off of him*

Honeywell: Let's get to the Fashion Show. We'll call Desmond from there.

Audrey: You got it, boy. (They grab some rope from the closet to tie the guard up as Lauren grabs the uniform and we fade out.)