*We open in the MonkeeCave. All four guys are there in costume, having just returned from doing a "rescue."*

Mike: (As he lands) Nice work, guys.

Peter: (Makes a face as he lands) I wish I hadn't gotten caught in those electrical cords! :p

Davy: *lands* You're getting bettah, Petah. You didn't crash, and you weren't as wobbly, eithah.

Micky: *lands* No, I'm the one who keeps crashing into stuff. *grumbles as he sits at the workbench*

Mike: You need to work on landin's, Mick.

Micky: I didn't used to have a problem with my landings.

Davy: You're just out of practice, mate. You'll get the 'ang of it again.

Mike: Yeah guys, remember, we ain't done this for a year.

Micky: *sighs* Yeah. *pauses, makes a face* Is anyone else feeling weird all of a sudden?

Mike: (Puts a hand on his stomach) Oh, shit. I know that feeling.

Peter: (Does the same) Me too.

Davy: And me. One of them is 'ere.

*There's a flash of black smoke that reveals Alex, who promptly doubles over laughing.*

Micky: *stands: growls* Alex... *Davy grabs his left arm and shoulder to hold him back*

Alex: *through his laughter* Who...who's your tailor? *wipes his eyes* Oh, man, I was wondering why I've had nightmares about those costumes!

Mike: You say one word, Alex, and I'll knock your teeth out. (Smirks) Or imagine Lauren over here to give you a buzz cut again.

Alex: *eyes light up at the mention of Lauren's name* Could you bring the Mother over here?

*Micky growls again. Davy holds tight, but he's straining a bit.* X(

Micky: Dave, lemme go! I want a piece of that devil-jerk!

Alex: *still snickering; walks over to Micky and pats his cheek* You are so cute when you're pissed off.

*Alex side-steps as Micky reaches for him.*

Mike: Mick, cool it. Lauren ain't really here, and we'll make sure she won't be. (Grabs Alex's hand) And I wouldn't do that if I were you, boy. I don't think he appreciates it.

Alex: No? How about you? *pats Mike's cheek with his free hand*

Mike: (Roughly grabs the other hand) Don't do that, boy. What do you want?

Peter: Alex, go away!

Alex: *grins despite Mike's grip on both of his hands* I want to raid your lovely hiding place. *turns a grin at Micky* Thanks for the tools and parts that you don't know you let me borrow.

*Micky manages to drag Davy two steps closer this time.*

Davy: Mick...

Mike: Oh no, you don't. (Mike yanks both of Alex's arms behind his back) You did this to us two weeks ago. We ain't gonna let it happen again. Are you gonna leave, or are we gonna have to get rough with you?

Alex: Ow! I think you already are rough! *pauses; grins over his shoulder at Mike* I didn't know you liked that sort of thing.

Mike: Don't start with me. I ain't lettin' you get my goat. I'm not in the mood to be fuzzy.

Alex: Damn. You do make an adorable wolf, too. (Grins)Besides, all I have to do is show up, and I piss off the Savage.

Micky: That's true.

Davy: Petah, 'elp me with 'im!

Peter: Micky, no! (He grabs Micky's other arm)

Mike: Alex, we ain't gonna let you take whatever you want, and there's only one of you and four of us. I'm only gonna say this politely once. Please leave. Now.

Alex: Too bad for you that I don't answer to politeness. Makes me sick to my stomach. *there's black light. His arms are freed; he hip-tosses Mike to the floor*

Peter: Michael! (Peter runs to his best friend as he gets to his feet) Are you all right?

Davy: Petah!

Mike: Yeah, I'm fine. Just shook me. (Glares at Alex)

*Micky breaks free from Davy and runs toward Alex, but comes to a screeching stop as a black light surrounds Alex. When it clears, there's four of him.*

Alex: *stands in front of the other three; all four fold their arms* You were saying something about there only being ONE of me?

Mike: Damn.

Peter: Alex? But how...

Micky: *eyes widen; mutters* Holy shit...

Alex: Oh, just some of my new tricks. And all three of these guys are just as fun as I am. *waggles his eyebrows; reaches for the stunned Micky* But you, brother, get the real me.

Mike: GET OFF HIM! (He pulls his sword out and runs for Alex)

Peter: Michael, no!

Alex: *grins* Now now, White Knight. I'd be mindful of whom you're dealing with. *grabs at Micky's injured hand, causing the drummer to yelp*

Micky: Miiiike!

Alex: I'd back off with that overgrown toothpick, if I were you, Knight.

Mike: So help me Alex, if you hurt him...

Alex: *smirks* You'll what?

Peter: Alex, let him go. He's almost your brother! You don't want to hurt him!

Davy: If it weren't for 'im, you wouldn't be around! *makes a face*

Mike: I'll think of six different ways to shove this down your ass. Or (smirks) hack off your family jewels and use them as toilet plungers. ;)

(Peter looks a little green at that one.)

Alex: *makes a face* I believe that from you. *pauses* I really don't care if he's almost my brother. I have no warm feelings towards any of you, so what would I care? Besides, this is my only bargaining chip at the moment.

Micky: *winces* Mike, stop arguing with him!

*The other three Alexes have fanned out, combing over the Cave, looking for tools and metal parts.*

Mike: Peter and Davy, go after the other Alexes and stop them from takin' anythin' important. I'll handle Alex the First.

("Papa Gene's Blues" begins as Peter and Davy run to opposite sides of the cave, chasing after the remaining three Alexes. Peter shoots the first one he finds, pinning his shirt to the crystal wall. He takes the part he was fingering away and shakes his finger. It's not nice to steal!)

*Davy goes after one pushing tools into a bag. Davy shoves this Alex's head into the table. Alex #3 fades out in a poof of black smoke.*

(Peter gives Alex #2 a cup of something from Micky's chemistry set. He accepts it eagerly. Nothing seems to happen for a few seconds, but finally he turns blue, then green, then orange, all while making weird faces, before finally exploding in a puff of pink smoke. Peter looks into the cup in surprise.)

*Davy rounds the wooden table where Alex #4 plays keep away with one of Micky's projects. He picks up a gun-like object, points it at Alex #4, and pulls the trigger. A red beam shoots from the gun, hitting Alex #4 squarely in the chest. The last of the multiple Alex's slumps to the floor.*

(Peter nods at Davy. They set him on a spot in the floor. The two pull a lever. A part of the cave roof opens, allowing the spot on the floor to spring up...and throw Alex #4 out of the cave!)

*Peter and Davy return to the others as the song winds down.*

Davy: Well, Alex, looks like you lost your 'elp. ;)

Alex: *makes a face* Back to the drawing board with THAT idea. All right... *pulls Micky to him, one arm wrapped around him, the other still gripping Micky's injured hand* Looks like I need a full body shield now. Thanks, bro.

Micky: *growls; wincing* You'd better have something in your pocket...

Alex: Would you like to find out?

*Micky rolls his eyes, making a face.*

Alex: All I want is a small amount of crystal from the Cave.

Peter: For what?

(Mike slowly inches behind Alex.)

Alex: For my latest experiment, of which you do not need to know about.

Peter: Yes we do, so we can stop you!

(Mike gets directly behind Alex.)

Alex: Please, Bard. I'm not THAT stupid!

*Micky tries to look behind him. HE saw Mike go around behind Alex...*

Davy: *playing along* How much of the crystal are you looking for?

Alex: Not much. Just need one piece, an inch in diameter. Do we have a deal?

Mike: (Conks Alex on the head with the handle of his sword) No deal, Alex. We like the crystal where it is - in the cave.

*Alex slumps to the floor, out cold. Micky moves a few steps away and turns in time to see Alex's unconscious form disappear in a black poof of smoke.*

Micky: *eyes widen* Whew, man...

Peter: You ok, Mick?

Mike: If that jerk hurt your hand worse...

Micky: It's as okay as it was before, really. *nods*

Davy: *shakes his head* That bloomin' devil needs a 'obby besides showing up to annoy us every so often.

Mike: You'd think Sheila would give him more to do.

Peter: I wonder what Alex needs the crystal for?

Micky: I don't know, but it doesn't sound promising.

Davy: I sweah, if I nevah see that devil's face again, it'd be too soon. *looks at Micky* Sorry, Mick.

*Micky sticks his tongue out.*

(Mike and Peter chuckle.)

Micky: *rolls his eyes; turns to Mike* Man, Mike, I owe you one for that rescue. I really thought he was gonna damage me more.

Mike: I won't let him hurt anyone again. We're onto his tricks now. (Frowns) Sheila must be pretty busy with PPF business if he's gettin' this bored. I wonder what's goin' on?

Peter: I'm not sure I want to know.

Micky: I wish she'd give him a job there or something!

Davy: *shrugs* 'E'd make a great test dummy.

Mike: Or cook for the demons.

Davy: Nah, 'e'd eat everything before the demons got to the food.

Micky: I know that one was an indirect shot at me.

Davy: Maybe. ;)

Mike: Ok, ok, you guys. Why don't we go back to Malibu Beach and see if Em has any peanut butter cookies left in the canister?

Micky: Gladly!

Davy: Everyone out of Micky's way. ;)

Mike: I knew that would revive you, boy. (All four laugh as we fade out on them taking off into the sky)