*We open in the MonkeeCave. The place is a little dusty, but not too bad. We see a few sparks fly as we finally see Micky sitting at a table holding various mechanical equipment.*

*Micky holds a screw driver in his left hand, as his right is still in the brace.*

Micky: Come on, you stupid... *grumbles at the project*

*Micky grabs the thing and wedges it against himself, trying to hold it without using his injured hand. A couple turns of the screwdriver, and the project clatters to the floor.*

Micky: Dammit... *smacks the screwdriver on the table and sighs, propping his chin in his good hand*

(Mike and Davy fly in at this point, settling on the floor. Peter just walks in.)

Davy: I told you'd 'e'd be 'ere. *motions to Micky*

Mike: Mick, we were looking all over for you! Why didn't you tell us you came here early?

Micky: *shrugs* We were meeting here anyway.

Davy: *looks over the table* Made yourself at 'ome already, too, I see.

Micky: *frowns* Yeah.

Mike: (Moves some equipment from the largest crystal chair; concentrates and makes a white satin pillow appear under his rear) Ok, guys, we need to talk. Mick, you can fiddle with your gadgets later.

Micky: *mutters* Wasn't getting too far with them, anyway.

Davy: Wot's up, Mike?

Mike: Guys, I've been thinkin'. Now that the movie's done and is comin' out next month and the next album only needs a little more work, we need to start concentratin' on other stuff...like working together. We need to keep a better eye on each other and the neighborhood. The devils almost got us three times in the last six months when we were on our own.

Davy: *nods* That's true.

Micky: Nice to finally hear you say something like that, Mike.

Mike: Mick, I have a son comin'. I'm worried about my home, my family, and my friends. The devils ain't the only weirdoes we seem to attract, you may remember.

Micky: *slight grin* Yeah, I think I remember that.

Davy: So wot's the plan, mate?

Mike: In addition to our studio work and promotin' "Head," we're going to step up training. All of us; the ladies, too. And (long sigh) we're going to revive the MonkeeMen.

Micky: *eyes widen; finally smiles* Mike, I swear if you're kidding...that's GREAT, man!

Mike: I don't like it, but it seems to be the best way to protect our families AND our identities. We're just too well-known.

Micky: I could tell it really hurt you to say that.

Mike: I think the superhero thing is a load of hooey, but I don't have any better ideas.

Peter: I think it's groovy! We get to help people!

Micky: *grins* I could make some more gadgets to help us out, too. *pauses* Uh, well, once I can actually hold onto them again. *reaches under the table and picks up the projects he'd dropped earlier*

Peter: Wow, Mick, what IS all of that?

Micky: Couple of projects I've been tinkering with. Some of it's for Urse, some for us. A few of these are new communicators. Even though we haven't used the Cave very much, I've been using it for working on my projects. Glad I did after the flood.

Mike: Mick, the one gadget you've created for us that I truly appreciate is the communicators. They may have saved our lives during the storm. We never would have known where Val was otherwise.

Peter: Valerie and the girls are really grateful to you and to Davy, Mick.

Micky: Thanks, guys. *nods*

Davy: Weren't nothing. I just did the driving. If it weren't for Mick making Urse float, we all would've been stuck.

Micky: *turns a shade of red; scratches the back of his head* It's nothing, guys. Just doing what I like to do.

Mike: Yeah, but what you like to do saved our lives and the lives of our families and Ursula. We owe you big-time.

*Micky just turns a brighter shade of red.*

Davy: I don't think I've evah seen 'im that shade of red before.

*Micky leans over the table to swat at Davy, grinning. Davy backs off, chuckling.*

Mike: Ok, guys, enough. Do you all still have your MonkeeCycles? Mine just got new tires after the storm, but is otherwise fine.

Micky: Mine's here.

Peter: (Frowns) Um...mine was in the shed in the backyard and it was really hit hard in the storm. It's going to need some work.

Davy: *shakes his head* Mine was in the garage and got some watah damage.

Mike: (Looks at Micky) You and I need to work on a vehicle for the girls, too. Might help to have two MonkeeCars. It could even talk, if you want. Urse could use some company.

Micky: *nods* Sure!

Peter: Val needs a new car. Hers was damaged beyond repair. She's really upset. She loved that little blue car. She says she hasn't bought one because she hasn't had the time...but I know the real reason is she misses her old car.

Mike: (Frowns) As a car lover, tell Val she has my deepest sympathy.

Micky: I bet we could help her with that.

Peter: Mick, what do you mean?

Mike: (Grins at Mick) I think I know.

Micky: *grins at Mike; to Peter* You said Val needs a new car, and the ladies need a car as a group, so why kill two birds with one stone?

Mike: We'll build Val a new car. Better yet, do you know where they towed Val's old car?

Peter: I think it's at Cardelli's, but guys, how...

Micky: *holds up his left index finger* Uh uh uh. From here on, Pete, it's a surprise.

Davy: Everybody look out, Mick's got the "I'm going car-parts shopping" look.

Mike: I'm goin' with him. If I don't, he'll buy the entire store.

Micky: *grinning* You're a stone drag, you know that, Mike? *winks*

Mike: Better a stone drag then you draggin' every stone, iron pipe, and wire in the place.

Davy: Well, now that all this is decided, wot do we start with?

Mike: Let's go out for some trainin'. We'll get into the suits and just roam the area. (Sighs) I ain't got anythin' better to do. The studio's gonna be closed for another couple of days.

Peter: Michael, I think you're just trying to avoid Emma.

Mike: She's drivin' me up the wall. All she does is cry n' eat nuts.

Peter: Maybe being a superhero will give her something to do, too. I know she can't fight, but she can help us in other ways.

Mike: Anyone have any plans?

Peter: (Shakes his head) The people draining the yard aren't coming in until later.

Micky: All I've got is the radio station, and I'm not on until midnight. I'll have to hold off on the architecture for a few weeks.

Davy: No plans 'ere.

Mike: Good. We'll fly around LA and the suburbs, just checking things out.

Peter: Groovy! (He closes his eyes; there's a blue light, and he now wears his MonkeeMan uniform)

Davy: *dark blue light; now wears his uniform* I'm ready, mates!

Micky: *blue light; now wears his uniform; tugs at the sleeve over brace* Let’s go flying!

Mike: (Sighs) All right. (dark blue light; he now wears his uniform) Let's get movin'. (He pulls his cape around him, trying to hide the tights somewhat, as he takes off) :p

Micky: *laughs* Mike, wait up! *takes off*

Davy: Ready Petah?

Peter: Yeah!

(Peter runs and takes off. He's shaky, but he does manage to stay in the air.)

Davy: *claps* You're doing great, Petah! *takes off after him*

(Cut to the guys in the "air" - well, sort of. They're obviously on wires in front of a projection.)

Mike: Let's head for downtown Malibu Beach and Studio City first. Most of the stores will probably have re-opened by now. (Pulls on his black head covering) And don't forget these!

Peter: Right. (Pulls his on)

Davy: 'Ey, Mick, you remembahed the extra lahrge for your 'air, right?

(Mike snorts.)

Micky: *pulls his on* And you remembered your small one, right?

*Davy blows a razz at him and puts his on.*

Mike: Cool it, guys. We don't...(suddenly, there's a beeping).

Davy: I got it, Mike. *pulls out his communicator and flips it open* Looks like we have something already...

Micky: What is it?

Mike: Terrorists?

Peter: A little old lady needs help crossing the street?

Micky: A kitty stuck in a tree?

Davy: No...women in 'igh 'eels stealing bell bottoms from clothing stores!

Micky: Wha... *makes a face* There's no way I heard you right, Dave.

Mike: You're kiddin'.

Peter: Oh good. Valerie's birthday's next week. I need to get her something anyway.

Davy: Why would I kid about this? Mick's the one who likes to invent odd burglaries.

Micky: As jokes, yes!

Mike: (Sighs) I don't know 'bout this. The last time we went up against high fashion, we were embarrassed and lost a couple of good friends.

Micky: *grins* But we sure had fun getting BACK at high fashion.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah...we did. (Shakes his head) But was it necessary to REALLY fall asleep durin' the ceremony and snore in my ear, even if it did unnerve Quaggie-poo?

Micky: Yes.

Peter: He was really asleep?

Mike: Well...(sighs)...come on, guys. Let's check it out. It'll be good practice. (Glares at Davy) But no eyein' the perpetrators, ok, Dave?

Davy: Wouldn't think of it. Daph would knock me out if she found out.

(The boys land in front of an elaborate Art-Deco storefront with the words "The Modern Woman" in a bold, stylized sign above a huge window filled with naked mannequins. Mike shoves the door open. Micky and Davy follow, but Peter stops to inspect the window. There's something awfully real about those dummies...)

*Micky comes back out and drags Peter inside with them.*

(Inside, we find women in skin-tight black heels and jumpsuits stripping more mannequins of their clothing, jewelry, and accessories. A somewhat older woman with long blond hair in the back pops up from behind the counter with a bag of cash and yet another mannequin, this one larger and wearing a bright dress and heels.)

Older Woman: I think that's the last one. Lord, did she put up a fight for a fatso!

Mike: (Runs in front of the older woman and puts out his hand; in his heavy Texan accent) Halt! I ask you, Madame, that you stop this really stupid crime and return all this money and merchandise to its rightful owners!

Peter: (Eyes widen as he looks around the room) M...michael....guys...

Older Woman: What the hell is this, a nerd convention?

Micky: *eyes narrow* Who you callin' nerds? :P

Older Woman: You with the lousy fashion sense. The short guy's the only one who has the legs to pull tights off.

Woman Thief 1: What's with the Superman imitation?

Mike: We, ma'am, are the MonkeeMen, and we demand you return these purty little dresses and shoes and the dummies who wear them to the store and the staff. (Nods at Micky and Davy) You two go find the staff and customers. They've gotta be hidden somewhere 'round here.

Older Woman: (Laughs her head off) Hardly, Supernerd. They're right in front of you.

Peter: Guys, THE MANNEQUINS ARE PEOPLE!

Micky: That's gonna cause a few problems.

Davy: I don't believe it.

Older Woman: (Dangles a needle in her fingertips as the other women thieves come up behind them) This is just a little formula I've been working on. Once injected into a human, it hardens their skin into plastic for three hours, which will be long enough for my girls and I to get out of here before the cops arrive.

Mike: You mean, all these dummies.

Micky: That's insane!

Older Woman: (Shrugs) It's a living. Be glad it isn't permanent. (Frowns) And not all of the mannequins were human. Some really are just dummies.

Mike: (Grabs the woman's arm) You're comin' with us, lady. You obviously need some serious time in a nice little looney bin.

Older Woman: That's what you think, Superman. (Three other women come up behind Peter, Davy, and Micky and grab their arms, aiming needles at them) Do anything nasty, and your three buddies will find themselves modeling those awful getups for a few hours.

Peter: (Wails) Yikes!

Micky: *to the camera* This is ridiculous.

Mike: What's this all about anyway, lady?

Older Woman: (Smirks) Just a fun version of a world takeover. We're going to steal all of the clothes in the city. I have a formula at home that's stronger than this...and this one will stick. When all of the city's most beautiful actresses, models, and fashion designers are turned into plastic and they have nowhere to turn for gorgeous clothes and women to fill them, they'll turn to Satina and her ladies of Satina's House Of Glamour!

Mike: That's the dumbest world takeover story I ever heard.

Satina: Don't look at me. Look at your wife. She wrote it.

("Laugh" begins as Satina tries to duck around Mike. He grabs her, but two of her women grab HIM from behind. He struggles as hard as he can. Satina comes at him with the needle, smirking.)

*Davy flips the woman holding him over his shoulder onto the floor. He crushes the needle she held.*

(Peter closes his eyes. The woman who held him is surrounded by a blue light. When it subsides, she's now a hippie in bell bottoms and a peasant blouse, with flowers on her cheek. Her needle is a flower. She throws the flower on the ground and stomps out, annoyed.)

*A second woman takes Micky's other arm. The first tries to stick him with the needle, but he tugs away and spins, slamming the second woman into the first. They fall to the floor, out cold. Micky picks up one of the needles, unscrews the atual needle, and stuffs the vial up his left sleeve. He winks at the camera.*

(Peter and Davy throw a cape over Satina, making her drop the needle. Mike pulls the women holding him together, knocking both of them out.)

(Satina goes after Mike. They wrestle, Mike trying to get the needle from her hand.)

(Peter hands flowers out to all of the ladies, who seem genuinely happy to receive them.)

*Micky sees Mike wrestling with Satina and runs over. Not sure of what else to do, Micky dives and crashes into her, sending them both sprawling.*

*Davy holds up a "10" sign.*

(Mike grins and slaps Mick on the back in thanks. He gestures to Davy and points at a rack of clothes. He hops on and nods at Dave to do the same.)

*Davy goes through the clothes, tossing some aside. He pauses on a pair of pants that look like Micky's infamous striped pair. He drops them, making a face.*

(Mike makes a face and tosses them in a trash can, then indicates the empty rack. He and Davy give the wheeled rack a shove. Mike concentrates. A dark blue light surrounds the rack, making it go super-fast!)

*After the rack goes whizzing by, Micky waves a checkered flag.*

(The rack runs into Satina and a group of her women, knocking them all over. Mike and Davy hop off and shake hands.)

(Peter and another woman play hide-and-seek around the pants racks. Peter finally sneaks off when she looks the other way.)

(Mike freezes a pair of pants when one of the woman reaches for them. They look like cardboard and are too stiff for her to wear!)

(Peter turns a necklace of beads into a daisy chain. The girl who wears it isn't as delighted. She just sneezes. Mike takes one of the daisies and eats them.)

*A couple of the women chase Micky, who runs into a section of the store that has wigs. The women look for him, but all they see are different wigs on plain busts. They shake their heads and continue on. One particular curly head pops up and grins.*

(Mike concentrates. A rack of dresses blow in front of Satina, blocking her exit.)

(She tries to duck around them, but Mike stops her and concentrates. A wind suddenly arises from nowhere and blows her right back into the store...and into a display of purses and hats! The face that looks out from under a bright pink, wide-brimmed, flower-trimmed hat is one of pure rage!)

(Peter concentrates on the floor under Satina. She tries to stand, but finds herself standing on very soft moss, and falls right back down again!)

(Satina advances on Peter and Mike as the music ends)

Satina: Enough! I don't know how you're doing all this, but it stops now! You're both going to be statues, and I'm going to be the only beautiful woman in the city!

(Mike concentrates; there's a blue light, and the wind begins again.)

Micky: *yells* INCOMING! *swings by, holding onto some cord meant for hanging signs one hand; holds a large piece of cloth, draped over his right arm, and drops it onto her. He crashes somewhere beyond the main floor.*

Davy: *appears with a length of rope and ties Satina up* There! All nice and gift-wrapped for the police. Could use a couple of eye 'oles.

*There's another crashing sound near where Micky landed. He finally appears, brushing himself off and wincing.*

Peter: Mick, are you ok?

Mike: Yeah man, you're damaged enough!

Micky: *shrugs* I lost my grip on the cord. I'm okay. No new injuries.

Mike: Good. We're going to hit the phone booth on the end of the street to call the cops and return these mannequins to their original state. If we all do it together, I'll bet we could pull it off.

Davy: Let’s give it go, then!

Mike: Ok, everyone think "Statues into humans!"

(The guys concentrate; Peter closes his eyes. There's a series of blue lights in various shades over the room. When it subsides, only about half the mannequins remain. The rest are all women, some in various states of undress.)

Peter: Um, maybe we'd better get out of here and call the police.

Micky: Before we’re bashed over the head with purses!

Mike: Yeah. To the skies, MonkeeMen! (He heads through the still-open door as we fade out on the groggy women.)