So...is everyone ready to begin? >:)

Mike: No.

Peter: Get us out of here!

Micky: What the hell's going on?

Davy: Mick, did you 'ave anything to do with that trap door?

Micky: Uh, no, Dave.

*We open in a sparsely furnished room, similar to the other "regular" rooms, but this room has several bookcases with books and no visible door. It appears it'd been sealed off from the rest of the building. Davy sits in the only chair. Micky stands at one of the bookcases, looking at what's on the shelves.*

Davy: This is crazy! 'Ow do we end up in these things?

Micky: *glances over his shoulder* We're weirdness magnets. We should officially changed our name from "The Monkees" to "The Weirdness Magnets." *shakes his head and turns back to the books* I don't know, Dave, I don't know. *He slides one book part-way off the shelf and blows the dust off. It swirls up in his face, making him cough.*

Davy: Well, where are we now, and 'ow do we get out? (He tries to concentrate, but nothing happens) That fall must 'ave messed wit' our 'eads.

Micky: *pulls a book off the shelf this time and turns around; motions with his right hand over the room while he holds the book in his left* It looks like this used to be a study. And as far as I can tell, there's no door, so unless you can walk through walls, we ain't going anywhere.

Davy: Do you still 'ave your communicatah? (He checks his wrist; it's bare) I seem to 'ave lost mine.

Micky: *shakes his head* Landed on it when we fell in here. It's busted beyond use. *pauses* Speaking of, thanks for landing on me again, Dave.

Davy: Anytime. (Sighs) So, anythin' interestin' over there?

Micky: Most of these are turn of the century and covered with as much dust. *shakes off the book he holds* This is gross, even for me.

Davy: They must 'ave stopped usin' this part of the 'otel even before it shut down.

Micky: *opens the book; the book itself sounds like it hasn't been opened in about as long as its existence* Geez, this one's written in Latin! *closes the book and puts it back* Someone obviously sealed off the doorway for this room.

Davy: Maybe there's somethin' in 'ere they don't want people findin'.

Micky: *glances warily around the room* That's what I'm afraid of. *Makes a face* By the way, why do you get to have the only chair in here?

Davy: 'Cause you're lookin' at the books, and you can't do that sittin' down.

Micky: I was looking at the books because you took the chair!

Davy: (Crosses his arms) I like the chair!

Micky: You're just staying there because you know I'd like sit for moment.

Davy: Maybe I'd like to sit, too. You said the books weren't too excitin'.

Micky: I thought they weren't exciting, but maybe there's something you might like, if you LOOKED!

Davy: I'd like to see you take this chair. I wanna sit 'ere. Sit on the floor.

Micky: You wanna see me take that chair? I'll take that chair. *leans over Davy and tries to make him move*

Davy: I'm not movin'. You 'ave the whole nice floor theah.

Micky: You're gonna be meeting that whole nice floor up close and personal if you don't move!

Davy: I'm NOT movin'!

Micky: What the hell're you being so stubborn for? All I wanna do is sit for a minute!

Davy: We just fell through the floor and into a room! I landed 'ard on me bum and I don't feel like movin' right now!

Micky: You landed on ME! You are NO lightweight, Dave. I'm achy from the fall and you landing on me as usual, plus my hand's throbbing something awful, and you're pissing me OFF!

Davy: No.

*Micky growls and grabs the front of Davy's shirt with both hands. He pays no mind to his throbbing hand as he glares into Davy's face.*

Micky: MOVE!

Davy: (Squirms) Mick, what in the 'ELL are you doin'? This is Davy, your buddy! Your best friend!

Micky: Some best friend you are! You're always ragging on me for no reason!

Davy: Ow! Mick, you're 'urtin' me...and are probably 'urtin' you 'and!

Micky: *lifts Davy out of the chair* Oh, you mean you care about someone other than YOURSELF?!

Davy: Of course! You, the guys, Daph and Lizzie, the othah girls and kids, my sistahs, Ursula...

Micky: I SWEAR I've NEVER seen someone with as big an ego as you have! You're married with a daughter yet you STILL chase OTHER women! :P X(

Davy: Your ego's just as big, Mick. :p

Micky: *holds Davy up so they're face to face* You're selfish and a spoiled brat! I'm surprised you don't carry a mirror with you wherever you go!

Davy: Mick, what's gotten into you? I know you 'ave a tempah, but I've nevah seen it like this before!

Micky: What's gotten into ME? *gives Davy a shake* You're always picking on me, you're always beating on me, you LAND on me every chance you get. If it wasn't for the fact that I KNOW you LOVE women, I'd wonder if you liked ME!

(Davy finally manages to pull away, panting.)

Davy: Mick, you can 'ave the seat! I didn't realize it was that important to you!

Micky: *shakes his head* This is FAR beyond that damn chair... *goes to the nearest bookshelf and grabs a fairly thick book*

Davy: Mick, 'ave you gone mad?

Micky: *growls; holds up the book, taking aim* I'm gonna knock some SENSE into you!

Davy: Micky, no! (Gulps) You're not gonna like this, but... (He jumps on Micky and knocks him to the floor)

Micky: *growls--the book he held is out of his reach* Let me GO! Get OFFA me!

*Micky struggles to get up.*

Davy: Mick, 'ow would Lauren act if she saw you like this?

Micky: *makes a face* Lauren... *frowns, then struggles again* Let me UP!

Davy: You know 'ow upset Lauren gets when you act this way. And what about your children?

Micky: *frowns again* Lauren...the kids... *shakes his head* No! Let me go!

Davy: Micky, you love your family. Don't forget Petah, too. 'E gets upset so easily.

Micky: Peter... *frowns; struggles not so hard now* No! You're just saying all this!

Davy: No, I'm not! Micky, you're not like this at all. You're friendly, fun, and outgoin'. Why do you think you're me best friend?

Micky: *slight growl* Target practice.

Davy: (Grins) Because you're great to be around. Mick, you're brilliant! Do you think I could make a cah talk, much less repair a cah that was wrecked in a flood?

Micky: *frowns* No, you're just saying that.

Davy: No, I'm not! Did you see 'ow 'appy Val was when you sprung Rosemarie on her?

Micky: *shakes his head, still frowning* No...I'm not...I don't believe you!

Davy: 'Ow about all the times you've come up wit' some wonderful scheme to get us out of trouble? Didn't you and Mike blow up all that devil magic in the 'Otel California?

Micky: All I do is mess things up! I just get lucky sometimes!

Davy: What about Ursula and the flood? If you hadn't made Urse into a boat and given us all communicators, most of us might not even BE 'eah, and Urse would be in worse condition than Rosemarie was!

Micky: *closes his eyes and shakes his head* No, I can't...I can't take it, Dave... *a few tears escape*

Davy: (Pulls Micky to a sitting position) Theah theah, Mick. It'll be all right. You're just fine. (Puts an arm comfortingly around Micky's shoulder)

Micky: *tears are still rolling* Davy...what’s wrong with me? Why...why did I do that?

Davy: I don't know, Mick. I was going to ask you the same thing.

Micky: *sniffs* I...I'm sorry, Davy...I did it again...

Davy: Did what again?

Micky: When...when I got mad at Mike...I attacked him...I attacked you. When I went off on Mike...thought Alex did it...it's just you and me here. Got so mad...blanked out for a moment...*eyes widen* Dave, it's ME! I'm the problem, not Alex!

Davy: What? Micky, you're not...

Micky: *shakes his head* When I get mad...like Mike turns into a wolf...I get...the way I just did!

Davy: (Smiles) Then we need to 'elp you learn 'ow to control it, just like Mike 'as to control the wolf thing.

Micky: How? *very slight grin* You set me off over that damn chair.

Davy: Well, now that you know 'ow it 'appens and why it 'appens, maybe we can both concentrate on tamin' that tempah of yours. (Sighs) And I can work on not baitin' you so much. I was bein' an arse ovah that chair. (Chuckles) An' look, we both ended up on the floor anyway.

Micky: *wipes at his eyes with the palm of his left hand* Yeah, we did. *laughs a little, then frowns* Dave?

Davy: Yeah, Mick?

Micky: You're frickin' heavy, you know that? Twinged my hand picking you up.

Davy: You may be skinny, but you're no cream puff, eithah. ;)

Alex: *appears in a black light* Oh, BARF! You two are making me SICK!

Micky: Alex!

Alex: Yeah, that's me. *folds his arms* I liked how your tantrum ended with the Knight better. This one ended really sloppy.

Davy: Ended wit' fewah people gettin' 'urt.

Alex: Where's the fun in that?

Micky: Get outta here, Alex!

Davy: Alex, go back to the rock you crawled out from undah.

Alex: That's a new one. *glances around* I see you found the old study. *pulls a book off the shelf, then blows the dust at Davy and Micky*

Micky: *coughs* Dammit...go away!

Davy: (Coughs; swats dust away) Before we MAKE you!

Alex: *looks at the title on the book* "The Art Of Dramatic Writing" by Ladros E. Grieve. Sounds familiar. *pauses* Now, now, boys, I just came to visit.

Davy: Your visit is NOT wanted.

Alex: Well, maybe not by you two, but I can think of someone who wouldn't mind my dropping in. *grins in Micky's direction*

Micky: *eyes widen* Don't even THINK about it, Alex!

Davy: They wouldn't, Alex. Eithah of them.

Alex: Too late. I already did. I'll bet Lauren's wondering where you are. *turns to Davy* The Huntress is okay... *turns back to Micky* but my preference is the Mother.

Micky: *frowns* You son of a bitch.

Alex: What was that, brother? And you kiss Lauren with that filthy mouth? Yuck!

Davy: If you're so fond of Lauren, why did you practically turn me poor Daph into a dog a few yeahs ago?

Alex: I made her my pet. There's a difference: I never touched HER. However, the Mother...repeatedly.

*Micky growls, his fists clenching at his sides. He still frowns.*

Micky: I hate you, Alex.

Davy: That's not what Lauren told me, Alex. You DID touch 'er. That's 'ow you made 'er your slave! (He puts up his fists) I won't let you do it again, to Lauren OR Daph, or any of us!

Alex: Ooooh, little Mr. Tough Guy. *snorts*

Micky: *puts an arm out in front of Davy, holding him back* Dave, I want him.

Alex: *eyes widen; grins* You WANT me? I've waited so long to hear those words.

Davy: (Grins and steps back; he knows what Mick's doing) I'd be careful if I were you, Alex. Our Mick is a tigah when he's mad.

Alex: Oh, I am REALLY scared. What's he gonna do, out SNORE me?

Davy: You'd be surprised what a panthah man can do when 'e's mad.

Micky: *moves closer to Alex* You stay away from Lauren.

Alex: *moves a step closer to Micky* No way. I wanna get nice and close to her!

Davy: Alex, I'm warnin' you. You don't want to get on our Mick's bad side.

Alex: *sarcastic* I'm shaking so badly.

Micky: *steps up to Alex; in his face* Stay. Away. From. Lauren!

(Davy steps back into a corner. As he pulls back, he notices something white and wispy coming through a crack in the walls...)

Alex: *evil grin; husky* I wanna hear her scream MY name!

*Micky lets loose a loud growl, then takes both hands & shoves Alex hard, slamming the devil into the nearest bookshelf, knocking the whole thing over. Micky looks on, shaking slightly.* X( X( X( :P

*Alex disappears in a black light, with no parting comment.* :P

Davy: (Watches the mist curly slowly but surely into the room) Uh, Mick...

Micky: *aggravated & a few octaves too high* What!? *turns; his look softens; notices the mist* What's...that?

Davy: I dunno... (pulls away as the mist curls around him) ...wait! (Brushes the mist off) Do you remembah that damn mist at the 'Otel California? The stuff that seemed to be tryin' to eat us? :p

Micky: Yeah? *eyes widen, realizing* No way!

Davy: (Pulls back as the mist winds its way through the room) We gotta get outta 'ere!

(The mist surrounds the two young men. They both slap it away as much as they can.)

Micky: This is INSANE!

Davy: This stuff is crackahs, it is!

Micky: We need some type of doorway & get the hell outta here! *Grins* Dave...I've got an idea...

Davy: Yeah?

Micky: Don't watch this.

Davy: (Raises his eyebrows) All right. (Turns around, slapping the mist away)

*Micky glares at one of the walls, then closes his eyes and remembers Alex's taunting. He growls and runs at the wall, going right THROUGH it! There's a crashing sound as he rams through to the other side, along with a long and low groan.*

Davy: (Spins around, slapping the mist away) Mick! Micky! Are you all right? (Ducks through the Micky-shaped hole in the wall)

Micky: *lays in a hallway on the other side* Owww...offhand, Dave... *groans* I'd say I'm hurting. Can you...help me up, please?

Davy: Certainly, Mick. (He helps Micky to his feet) Do you know where we are?

Micky: *holds his aching right hand across his aching chest* Umm...not really.

Davy: (Helps Micky limp over to a door) At least there seems to be a door in this room. (He opens it) Shall we, Mick?

Micky: *half grin* Why the hell not?

(We fade out on the two as they head into the dark hallway.)