Everyone ready to discover the secrets of the Hotel Caprice? ;)

Peter: I've had enough of the Hotel Caprice!

Mike: Huh?

Micky: I think I've had enough of this hotel, too! :P

Davy: Do we really 'ave a choice? :P

(Valerie and Daphne head down the hall, which is now beginning to fill with mist.)

Valerie: (Swipes mist away) Haven't we done this before? :p

Daphne: Yes, and it wasn't fun, then, either. :P

Valerie: And it's still not... (she waves more away) Hey! I'm not dinner! :p

Daphne: It's still hungry! :P

Daphne: *also brushes some away* Yuck!

Valerie: I have an idea. (Concentrates. A small flame develops around her...and the mist backs off) Fire. It's afraid of fire.

Daphne: That's great, if we want to burn the place down.

Valerie: (Nods and sighs) That's why I didn't do it before or in the Hotel California. I only did it now out desperation. (The fire subsides, leaving a small singed ring on the carpet and a bit of smoke.)

Daphne: *sighs* How are we going to find Davy and Micky? They could be anywhere!

Valerie: Have you tried their communicators?

Daphne: One way to find out. *pulls her communicator out and opens it* Davy? Micky? *pauses; shakes her head* No response from either of them.

Valerie: (Smacks mist away) Great. They probably lost their communicators somewhere.

Daphne: And what are our chances of them finding us?

*Suddenly, a door off to the side is flung open. Micky and Davy run out, Micky with a slight limp. Both swat at the mist.*

Daphne: I'll be darned. ;)

Valerie: Guys? How on Earth...

Davy: Don't ask.

Micky: Seriously, don't ask. I don't feel like thinking about it right now.

Valerie: Well, all right. We'll talk in Rosemarie. We already found Mike and Peter and sent them home.

Davy: Good.

Micky: Now we can get out of here.

Valerie: Let's do so. (Swats more mist away) We have something really important to tell you guys about the building.

Davy: Something othah than about the mist with an appetite to rival Mick's

Valerie: That's part of it. (Concentrates) Let's do this quickly, before we become the mist's next meal. (There's a dark blue light, and the four disappear. Cut to the parking lot. There's a dark blue light next to Rosemarie, and Val, Daph, Davy, and Micky appear.)

Micky: Man, am I glad to see outdoors again.

Valerie: I'm glad to see anything that isn't mist again. (She climbs into the driver's seat; the other three follow, Daph getting in front. She puts the key in and starts the car) Hey, Rosie. We have to get out of here, and just fast enough to not break any traffic laws. I'll explain why later.

Rosemarie: Certainly, Val. The pedal won't be quite near the metal.

(They pull out. Cut to on the road in Malibu Beach, a bit later.)

Valerie: (Driving) ...And that's what we know, fellas.

Micky: Man, I knew that was a weird-ass collection books we found in the old study.

Davy: And why the mist is there, too.

Valerie: It must be the off-shoot of some of Swanford's black magic. I'll bet that's what happened to some of those movie executives' wives he romanced, too. He must have practiced some kind of black magic on them, and either killed them, turned them into something, or let the mist eat them.

Daphne: Gross.

Micky: As nice as it would be to have the nightclub and ballroom, they aren't worth what we just went through.

Valerie: Not unless we can get rid of that mist and of the black magic influence over that hotel.

Davy: I don't think even our powahs COMBINED could do the trick.

Valerie: Micky, what if you did what you and Mike did to the boiler in the Hotel California that got rid of the mist and the alternate dimensions?

Micky: *shrugs* The only way to find out would be to try it.

Davy: I say we try, at least.

Valerie: (Sighs) But we're going to need Mike to do that, and Mike is not feeling very well right now.

Micky: *shakes his head* There aren't enough words to describe just how much I HATE Alex.

Valerie: (Nods) I know he was about to do the same thing to my husband when we found them.

Davy: 'E probably would've done the same to us if Mick 'adn't gone bezerk on 'im.

*Micky rolls his eyes and turns his gaze out the window.*

Valerie: Gone bezerk?

Davy: *side glances Micky, who's ignoring the conversation* Remembah wot 'appened between 'im & Mike several weeks ago?

Valerie: (Exchanges nods with Daph) We've heard stories.

Davy: Well, Mick did that again and slammed Alex into one of the bookcases. Knocked 'im for a loop, then 'e disappeared on us.

Valerie: You...SLAMMED Alex into a book case? (Looks at Daphne) Why didn't we think of that when we were in the boiler room?

Daphne: I don't know.

Davy: The jerk deserved it.

Valerie: How did you manage to slam Alex into a book case, and how can we thank you?

Davy: *again glances at Micky, who still won't answer* Alex pissed 'im off good and, well, Mick slammed 'im into it.

Valerie: I will never anger you again, Mick.

Daphne: Me either.

Micky: *sighs* Good. Now, can we please stop talking about this?

Valerie: Ok, now we have to get home and see what we can do about this!

*A blaring horn is suddenly heard behind them.*

Micky: *looks behind them* Aw shit. It's Alex again!

Davy: And that bloody Mustang of 'is.

Valerie: Rosemarie, we have to get away from that creep! The one with the big black Mustang!

Rosemarie: I see him. That Mustang sure is ugly!Consider getting away done.

Valerie: Isn't that thing ugly? And his owner is uglier!

Rosemarie: I refrained from mentioning that since he bears a striking resemblance to Micky, and if I ever need something fixed, I'd like to be on Micky's good side.

Micky: No, he's still ugly. In more ways than one.

Valerie: He's one of the devils who keep attacking us. Rosie.

Rosemarie: That fact has been filed under useful info. Thanks for the tip.

Valerie: Let's show that jerk what we can do, Rosie.

Rosemarie: You got it!

(Valerie pushes a button as "My Share Of The Sidewalk" begins.)

*Micky immediately leans over into the front and pushes a button on the dash. An oil slick spills out onto the road, causing Alex's Mustang to spin around at warp speed. When it stops, there's cartoon stars floating above the Mustang.*

(Valerie pushes a button as the two cars stop at a light. A paint brush pops out and paints the front window black, so Alex and the Mustang can't see!)

*Micky pulls out two joysticks from under the back seats and hands one to Davy. They watch out the back window as they use the joysticks. We see the Mustang swerve this way, then that. It ends up acting like the ball in a pinball game, including the "TILT" at the end.*

(Another paint brush pops out of the trunk. It speed-paints the entire Mustang, which now looks like a hippie's rainbow. Alex is covered with painted hearts and flowers.)

*The guys are now pressing the buttons on the joysticks, causing Imagination Power energy balls to shoot from Rosemarie at the Mustang.*

(When they hit the mustang, they leave blue and red splats on the windshield.)

*As the song fades out, we see the black Mustang finally pull off, no longer tailing Rosemarie.*

Davy: 'E's gone, finally.

Valerie: I wonder where he went to? Back to the hotel?

Micky: I hope so.

Valerie: Well, let's get home. We need to make our plans and find out what to do about the hotel and how we can save it, not to mention check on Mike and make sure he's ok.

Daphne: *nods* Right.

(Cut to the cave. Ursula drives in with all four Monkees, followed by Rosemarie with Valerie and Daphne. Everyone is now in their MonkeeMan costumes, including the boys.)

*Everyone gets out of the cars and take up various seats around the main room of the Cave.*

Mike: (Sits in front of the Monitor) Ok, we've gotta figure out how we can get into that hotel and back into the boiler room without becoming mist-chow or Sheila and Alex catching on.

Daphne: Val did have something using fire earlier...

Davy: We could carry torches with us.

Mike: The trouble with using fire is figuring out a way to contain it without burning us or the buildin'. Remember what happened to that wax museum last year? The Hotel Caprice is made of brick in' stone and probably not as flammable, but it can still burn.

Davy: Then 'ow about we feed Mick something spicy and 'e could breathe fire at the mist to keep it at bay.

Micky: *who's taken a seat at his work table; sticks his tongue out* Very funny, Dave.

Mike: (Shakes his head; Peter and the girls chuckle) Cute, but no. Maybe we could carry a lantern or something.

*Davy shrugs.*

Valerie: Some kind of lantern might work, as long as we don't drop them.

Micky: *drums his fingers on the table* There's gotta be something we could use... *eyes widen as a realization hits him* I've got it! I know what we can use!

Mike: Yeah?

Peter: Something you've worked on here?

Micky: Wait... *runs down the side hall; there's sounds of rummaging*

Davy: This could take a while. ;)

*Micky returns with two items that look like lanterns. One is tucked under his right arm, the other he holds in his left hand.*

Mike: What'cha got there?

Micky: *sets the items on the table one at a time* Lanterns of a sort.

Valerie: Of a sort?

Micky: See, regular lanterns aren't all that safe, and you can't use them indoors, anyway. These are specially designed for indoor use and are kid-proof. The material is fire resistant, so even if you knocked it over, the fire wouldn't catch on, but you can still see the flame perfectly. They're also heat resistant. *lays his left hand on the clear casing* If I did this while there's a fire in it, it wouldn't burn me.

Mike: Made them to use around the kids if you guys ever lost power again?

Micky: *shrugs, then nods* Exactly. ;)

Valerie: They should do fine for now. We need to get blueprints or some kind of a map of that hotel to figure out where to come in. Some of us could distract the devils while the others go to the boiler room and protect those doing the work there.

Micky: I'll go to the boiler room.

Mike: As will I.

Davy: I'll help protect you two.

Daphne: I'll distract.

Valerie: Then I'll distract as well. I wish we could bring the other girls, but Emma's in no condition for fighting, and someone has to help her with the children. :p

Davy: So all we need is a map or blueprints, then?

Mike: (Nods) Mick has those at the house. He and I asked for blueprints from Darren before we even went over there. I wanted to know what we were gettin' into.

Micky: *grins; said blueprints appear on the table in a blue light* Voila.

Mike: (Everyone gathers around the blueprints) I wonder if there was a way we could get in through the roof, and if it would even be safe if we could...

Valerie: (Leans over) We could try the west side, near the nightclub...

*We fade out on the planning and fade in on the Dolenz house. Lauren, Emma, and the older kids are in the living room. Leah and Lizzie sleep in the nursery.*

Emma: I can't wait to see what you kids look like in your costumes at the party tomorrow!

Lauren: They're gonna be adorable!

Little Mick: Costumes, yay!

Katie: I Wonder Woman!

Emma: (Grins) And you'll be a great Wonder Woman, Katie. You look the part.

Katie: I Wonder Woman! (She holds up a piece of rope and tries to twirl it around) Gonna lasso you, Little Mick! You the bad guy!

Little Mick: *pouts* I’m not bad guy!

Katie: Awww! (Grins) Can I still rope you?

Shelly: Rope him! ;)

Little Mick: *whines* Shhheeeellllllllyyyy!

Lauren: *winces* Geez. I wish he hadn't learned that whine.

Emma: Definitely too much time around Daddy.

Lauren: No kidding.

Emma: (Leans back against the couch and rubs her stomach) He sure is kicking something fierce, speaking of taking after fathers.

Lauren: *chuckles* Sounds about right. *sits back, sighing*

Jordan: Me Superman!

Katie: N' I'm Wonder Woman! Everyone's gotta tell the truth!

Little Mick: Me gonna fly now! *puts his arms out in front of him and runs around*

Emma: (Groans) Why did I suggest they all go as superheroes again?

Jordan: Strong! (He picks up a small chair...as well as he can...for emphasis)

Lauren: It won't last much longer, thankfully.

Katie: (Looks at Shelly) Who you gonna be? You Supergirl?

Shelly: *nods* Yup! I'm Supergirl!

Little Mick: Me Batman!

Lauren: *chuckles* Mick, Batman doesn't fly!

Little Mick: *pouts again; then grins* Bat-hook!

*Lauren slaps her forehead.*

(Emma giggles. So do the girls.)

Katie: Wonder Woman has in-vis-e-ble plane!

Jordan: I fly! (He runs around) :D

Katie: We stop bad guys!

Jordan: Yeah!

*The twins run after Katie and Jordan.*

Lauren: *sighs; turns to Emma* Pretty soon Leah and Lizzie are going to be a part of this. *pauses* I have to wonder about wanting to have another.

Emma: Are you going to have more? We haven't decided yet. Let's see how this one comes out.

Lauren: Yeah, *grins* I finally gave Mick the green light.

Emma: That'll make him happy.

Lauren: Oh, it did. Then again, I kinda had to so he wouldn't go running the red light.

(Emma laughs.)

Emma: Mike'll be happy when THIS one comes out. I'm actually glad the guys decided to consider buying the Caprice. It'll give him something to do other than gripe about his music and hover over ME.

Lauren: On the other hand, that's another thing added to Mick's LONG list of things to be fixed, repaired, or overhauled.

Emma: (Sighs) I hope they can do SOMETHING about the Caprice. Maybe they can get the guys who did the Montgomery House to fix them.

Lauren: All I know is if Mick says HE'S doing the work on it, he is NOT going to like the end result of what I give him.

Emma: He will NOT be doing it. He has enough going on.

Lauren: No kidding. I just get the feeling he's going to say he'll work on it.

Lauren: And with all the work Mick's been doing since the flood, he's been rather short-tempered. I hope THAT goes away real soon.

Emma: I hope it does - and fast! Mike's been really nervous around him ever since he hurt his hand.

Lauren: I still don't understand what happened. Yes, Mick does have a fiery temper, but one, it never lasts long, and two, and most important, it isn't violent. What's worse is that Mick doesn't know why it happened either.

Emma: I don't know what that is, either. This is completely out of character for him.

Lauren: *shakes her head* It's just really strange.

Katie: (Runs to her mother) Mama, can we have lunch now?

Emma: (Smiles) I don't see why not.

Familiar voice: Did someone mention lunch?

Lauren: *looks up* Oh no...

Alex: *appears in the doorway to the living room in a black light* I KNOW I heard a mention of lunch. Am I late?

Emma: (Pulls Katie close to her; Jordan runs to her as well) What are you doing here, Alex?

Katie: You're the bad man! Go away! Don't want you here!

Jordan: Oh no!

*Lauren moves in front of Emma and all of the kids.*

Little Mick: Bad man go away!

Shelly: Go home!

Alex: Geez, nice welcome.

Lauren: Get out of here, Alex. NOW!

Alex: *grins* Oh, I'll get out of here, but not without what I came for. Now, everyone keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times. *grins as a black light surrounds everyone, even Leah and Lizzie in the other room*

Emma: No! Alex, leave the children alone!

Katie: What's going on?

Jordan: Mommy!

*Everyone disappears. We switch to a room in the hotel. Two black lights appear. One reveals Alex, still smirking. The other appears on the table set up and reveals Lauren.*

Alex: Well, here we are again. *leans over Lauren, who's strapped to the table* I love meeting you like this.

Lauren: I'd rather see you in Hell.

Alex: Feisty as ever, babe. I love it! *brushes his fingers along her cheek*

Lauren: Get those slimy paws OFF me! What's this all about anyway (makes a face), besides the obvious.

Alex: Oh, but this IS all about the obvious, and yet different at the same time. *pauses* And I'll bet you're wondering where the others went to.

Lauren: What did you do with them? The kids...and poor Em. Can't you let her bear children in peace?

Alex: You have to ask that? *starts tracing his fingers on her upper chest* The children are being watched by a group of handmaidens in the ballroom. The Scholar is being kept elsewhere, for now.

Lauren: Where is she?

Alex: My my, you seem a bit hot under the collar, babe. *undoes the top two buttons on Lauren's blouse* The Scholar is in the nightclub, if you have to know.

Lauren: Get your hands off me, you creep!

Alex: *grins widely* Babe, you drive me WILD! *kisses her hard, then backs off. Alex goes to the opposite wall and wheels over a small machine. He leaves in at the foot of the table Lauren is on.*

Lauren: (Tries to wipe her lips) What in the HELL are you DOING, Alex?

Alex: I figured that since you don't like to cooperate and have fun with me, I'm going to create of version that WILL willingly have fun with me!

Lauren: You're WHAT?!

Alex: *very evil grin* Ready to be cloned, babe?

Lauren: No! Damn you, Alex... (She struggles, trying to concentrate...but nothing's coming)

Alex: Your imagination powers won't work in here due to the occult magic that's floating about. Babe, you might as well just lay back and relax. *smirks as he presses a button on the machine*

Lauren: No... (She struggles as hard as she can)

*The machine slowly sends out a dark-colored beam that starts to envelope Lauren. Eventually, it covers her entire body. Alex watches, arms folded. He waits for the light to diminish, then rolls the machine to the foot of the other table in the room.*

Alex: Watch this, babe. *pushes the button again. The same light goes out over the table. When the light diminishes, it leaves behind an exact duplicate of Lauren.*

Alex: A much improved version of the original cloning machine that Milady used on the Savage.

Lauren: Oh my god...Alex, this is how YOU were created, wasn't it?

Alex: You do catch on fast. And now... *goes over to the clone and moves around so Lauren has a clear view* ...a short show, and you'll get to meet yourself.

Lauren: What are you doing?

*Alex merely smirks, then leans over the clone, kissing her, running his hands over her body. He ends by running his hand over just above her heart.*

Lauren: I feel sorry for her now. Created less than two seconds, and you're already manhandling her.

Alex: Unlike you, she enjoyed it.*Straightens as the clone opens her eyes.*

Alex: *to the clone* Hello, Zelda. Sit up and meet our guest.

Zelda: *sits up and turns to Lauren; evil grin* Well, hello there...sis.

Lauren: Zelda? Where do you guys come up with these names?

Alex: *wraps an arm around Zelda's shoulders* I like that name. Besides, I ain't the one writing this stuff.

Lauren: Well, what now? (She struggles) I'm glad you two are happy and everything, but...

Alex: And now we make you forget everything that's happened here, and make sure it's STAYS forgotten.

Lauren: Alex, you're crazy!

Alex: You should know about crazy. Zelda, if you would be so kind as to muddle our guest.

(Lauren struggles as hard as she can.)

Zelda: *grins* You got it, Alex. *goes to Lauren and rubs her temples. Alex goes to a table and picks up a syringe and a bottle, then returns to Lauren.*

Alex: *fills the syringe* This won't hurt...much.

*Alex straightens Lauren's left arm, then empties the syringe into it. He nods for Zelda to stop muddling.*

(Lauren slumps to the table, her eyes muddy and confused, her face placid.)

Zelda: Very nice, Alex.

Alex: Thanks, babe, I thought so. Now, while she's nice and confused, I'll take her to the nightclub and leave her with the Scholar. I have to work on a few things before I can work on anyone else.

Zelda: *grins and loops her arms around his waist* Don't take too long.

Alex: *giggles stupidly* Oh, I won't, I won't

*Alex undoes Lauren's restraints, then picks her up. We fade out as Alex leaves the room with her.*