Everyone ready to save the day again?

Mike: We'll see...

Peter: Sure!

Micky: More than you know!

Davy: I'm ready, mates.

(We open on a set in a film studio. We hear a young man carrying a placard say "Changes, Take 4," close the placard, and pull out as a scene from the Monkees' new movie is filmed. Peter hits a "waitress" who turns out to be a female impersonator. The camera follows Peter's back as he complains to Jack Nicholson and another man just barely visible behind the camera's view.)

(Suddenly, there's screams from behind Peter and Jack, back on the cafeteria set. The two men run out to the set to see a large group of people in shirts with huge, flowing sleeves and odd symbols, chanting and holding up odd objects and screaming and chopping up the set and wailing about saving everyone's soul.)

Peter: Oh my...what's going on?

Jack: I don't know what's happening, but I KNOW I don't like it.

Man: (Wails in Jack's face) We are saving your SOUL, man, your SOUL, and the soul of every person who dared to appear in this blasphemous film!

Peter: But it's not!

Crewmember 1: Hey, it took us days to finish that set!

Crewmember 2: Get these guys outta here!

Jack: You guys are NUTS, you know that?

Man 2: No, YOU are the one who is nuts! We've heard of the horrible, ungodly things that go on in this film, and we are here to tell you it should not be shown to the public!

Peter: Stop it! We're proud of our script, and of getting to be in a movie!

Man 3: (Grabs Peter) We will SAVE you, brother...even if you don't want to be! We will SAVE the world from people like you who will poison their minds!

Peter: (As another man grabs Jack) No! I don't want to be saved!

Jack: Let go, you jerks! X(

*As the crowd gets uglier, there's a loud crash. One of the walls crumble, revealing three familiar men in red and black outfits, shaking dust off of their heads.*

(The men wear black masks that cover the tops of their heads, including their hair. The tallest and thinnest lands in the middle of a group of cultists; the other two land on top of each other.)

Man with Mask: *groans* Man, get offa me! You're always landing on me! This was supposed to be a grand entrance!

Man With Mask 2 (Familiar British Accent): Why you always got to be in me way?

Man 1: I wasn't IN your way!

(Peter's eyes widen. HE recognizes those voices, but he says nothing.)

Man With Mask 3: (Very heavy southern accent; as the cultists grab him) Now there, pardners, that's no way to greet a fella.

Cultist 2: What are you, in that strange costume, and why do you interrupt our ending of this evil?

Man With Mask 3: 'Cause you ain't endin' evil, pardner. You're tresspassin' on private property.

Man With Mask 1: *gets up* And you're causing more trouble than you think you're putting an end to.

Man With Mask 3: All these people wanna do is make a little ol' movie in relative peace, so couldja please leave and let them finish their scene?

Jack: Yeah, why don't you listen to these oddly dressed fellows? X(

Peter: Um, yeah!

Man With Mask 3: Yeah, those lil' ol' boys over there weren't doin' no harm. (Mutters) Well, not THAT much harm, not here, anyway...

(Peter makes a face, but once again says nothing.)

Cultist 1: We're saving souls here. You are intruding on our work.

Man With Mask 3: You're intrudin' on these folks' movie!

Man With Mask 1: "Saving souls?" I've seen better bad guys on TV.

Man With Mask 2 (Quickly switches from British to Scottish) Eye, you be worse intrudahs! You shouldn't even be heah, 'less you be makin' wee films yourselves!

Peter: Yeah!

Man With Mask 3: Let's show these boys some real soul-savin', boys.

Man With Mask 1: Get them!

*The three costumed men collide with the cultists. A fight ensues, and a large cartoon cloud covers the entire group. Cartoon stars of various colors appear, along with odd sound effects written out in odd-shaped "thought balloons." *

Peter: (Groans and mutters) Someone's been watching too many "Batman" reruns again.

(When they come out, the three costumed men have the cultists tied up with rope and have freed the crew, Jack, and Peter. :D)

Crewmember 1: Wow, I've never been saved by a superhero before!

Jack: Well, THAT was some crazy shit.

Crewmember 2: I thought those guys were only in the comics!

Crewmember 3: I thought they were filming "Shazam" down the hall!

Jack: I'm curious if they have a contract.

Crewmember 4: If you ain't from "Shazam," who ARE you guys?

Man With Mask 1: *plants his fists on his hips and "strikes a pose"* We are...The MonkeeMen! :D

Crewmember 1: (Raises an eyebrow) You are, huh? /:)

Peter: They must be fans of ours!

Man With Mask 1: Naturally!

Man With Mask 2: And now, it be our duty to get these troublemakahs to the propah authorities.

Man With Mask 3: That's right, boy. So, my fellow MonkeeMen, UP UP AND AWAY!!!! (They take off through the MonkeeMen shaped holes they made, carrying the moaning cultists.)

Crewmember 1: That's it, I'm never takin' that drug my buddy gave me ever again.

Crewmember 2: Was that supposed to be an example of the counter-culture?

Jack: I'm not sure, but I'd like to talk to their agent. ;)

Crewmember 4: Either someone left the special effects running on the "Logan's Run" set, or those were freakin' real superheros.

Peter: Um, Jack, do you think Bert and Bob would mind if we called for lunch break?

Jack: I don't think they'd mind at all.

Peter: Good. I've got to...um...go somewhere. I'll meet you back here after lunch.

Jack: *nods* Okay, Peter. See you later.

(Peter takes off as the crew repairs the damage to the set. Quick cut to an alley just outside of the nearest police station to Columbia Studio. Peter ducks in the alley just as a blue light is seen in a phone booth near the alley. Three familiar figures in regular clothes join Peter in the alley.)

Mike: (Shakes his head) Man, what a bunch of looneys.

Micky: *grinning* That was fun, though. It made for a good workout.

Peter: Guys, what was that all about? I thought you were on strike!

Mike: We're in the process of renegotiatin', Pete. Besides, you guys were in trouble.

Peter: How did you know?

Mike: We were talkin' about the negotiations at the MonkeeCave.

Peter: And you saw the cultists break in on the monitor.

Mike: (Nods) Right.

Peter: I thought...I thought you were mad at me.

Mike: I ain't thrilled with you, but Jack and the crew didn't deserve to be attacked by a bunch of religious nuts.

Micky: And I've been wanting to test the new suits.

Peter: I guess you finished them then, Mick.

Mike: We're still workin' on all the bugs...

Micky: "All" the bugs? The suits are practically perfect! :P

Peter: (Grins) How's the car coming?

Mike: She's gettin' there. I didn't think you cared.

Peter: Michael, I promised Val...

Davy: (Takes Mike's arm as he makes a face) Mike, not here, ok?

Mike: Fine.

Peter: Are you guys going to be working on the car later? I'd love to come around after work and see how she's coming.

Mike: Well...

Micky: Sure, why not? *side glances Mike*

Mike: (Shrugs) It's a free country.

Peter: (Sighs) Well, I have to be getting back to the set and really eat something. (Smiles) Would you like to join me for lunch? :)

Mike: (Looks at Davy and Micky) Why don't you guys go on? I'll grab somethin' quick and go back and work on the car.

Micky: You sure Mike?

Mike: Yeah. Gotta talk to Em, too. She's workin' on some story or the other at home.

Peter: All right, Michael. We'll see you later.

Davy: Lets grab some food, mates. Supa'eroin' is 'ungry work.

Micky: Don't have to tell me twice.

Peter: (Smiles) Sure, guys. (Waves at Michael, but he's already walking down the street) Good bye, Michael. Don't work too hard.

(Fade out on Michael walking down the street and the shadows of early afternoon surrounding him; fade in on those shadows in a different position, as it's now evening. Emma, Valerie, Micky, and Davy surround the MonkeeMobile. A pair of long, lanky legs stick out of the front.)

Emma: So, Mick, do you have our uniforms ready?

Micky: They're all set & ready to be tried out. Be right back! *ducks into one of the rooms and returns holding two boxes* Here. *hands one to Emma and the other to Valerie*

Emma: (Takes it) Thanks! We'll try them on right now!

Micky: Please do! I think I got the right sizes.

Valerie: I suppose you had Lauren try hers already. They must be working since she wasn't harmed in any way.

Micky: I've added a few tweaks since Lauren was my guinea babe.

*Valerie rolls her eyes and heads off to put her suit on.*

(Emma just shakes her head and follows Valerie.)

Micky: What? :-/

Mike: (Pulls out from under the MonkeeMobile) I think that should be the last of it. (Frowns) Did the girls try on the suits?

Davy: They just went.

Mike: I really don't like this. I don't want them gettin' hurt.

Micky: They won't get hurt any more than our usual run-ins with the devils. Besides, that was one of the tweaks I put in: additional protection. Those suits are like full-body bulletproof vests.

Mike: Good. I know what Em told me Sheila did to the girls back in the winter.

(Peter flies in, back in his regular clothes. Mike turns to the car, ignoring him.)

Peter: Hi, guys! How's the car coming?

Micky: It's coming along great! She's almost ready.

Peter: Is Ursula really in there? Did you really do it?

Mike: Only one way to find out. (Mike climbs in the driver's seat and pushes a button. The dashboard pops open, revealing buttons, radars, and small monitors. He pushes another button, and a smiling pixeled face appears on the main monitor.)

Ursula: Hello, Guardians.

Micky: Hey, Urse.

Peter: Hi, Ursula! How do you like your new home?

Ursula: It's certainly mobile.

Mike: How do you feel, Urse?

Ursula: Somewhat safer.

Micky: You should. You've only got over one ton of steel and other metal surrounding you.

Ursula: And missiles. Don't forget the missiles.

Micky: How could I forget the missiles? We'll get to those in good time. ;)

Mike: Yeah, well, this way, we'll be able to keep a better eye on you. You'll be livin' in the Pad's garage now, with my other cars n' motorcycles. Mick redesigned the garage's security system after Alex and Sheila broke in and attacked the MonkeeMobile.

Ursula: Speaking of my sister...

Mike: (Groans) Do we have to?

Ursula: (Ignores the comment) Speaking of my sister, if what I'm feeling is any indication, she and Alex have finally returned from Mexico and are back at their home in Arizona.

Mike: Great. Just great. Just what we need, on top of the movie and everythin' else.

Micky: Goody.

Davy: Wondahful.

Ursula: You'll have to keep an eye on each other and your families more than ever, especially Daphne.

Mike: Yeah, we all know Sheila and Alex love to mess with pregnant women.

*Valerie and Emma come back into the room, wearing their suits. The suits they were are similar to the guys'. They have red tunics and black skirts. Valerie wears red leggings. Both have black capes, along with red and black eye masks.*

Valerie: I must admit Micky, you've outdone yourself this time.

*Micky just grins widely.*

(Emma twirls around in her skirt, beaming. Mike whistles.)

Mike: Darlin', you sure got some nice legs.

Emma: Years of bike riding, dear.

Peter: (His jaw is almost on the floor) Val...wow...you sure look...great....

Valerie: Thank you, Peter.

Peter: (Takes her hands) Oh, wow...

Emma: Why don't we take Ursula out for a spin to celebrate? I could make everyone dinner at the Pad.

Mike: Come on, darlin'. We got a maid who comes in to do that...

Micky: Yes, yes, and YES! :D

Emma: I'd rather cook for my own family.

Peter: Us, too?

Mike: (Mutters) Yeah, why not.

Emma: Mike, don't start, ok?

Mike: I won't. (Gets in the car) Come on. Let's eat.

Ursula: Are you sure you're all right, Michael?

Mike: Yeah, I'm fine. Everythin' just fine.

*Micky rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything.*

Emma: Mike... (She gets in next to him as the screen fades out on the MonkeeMobile disappearing in a dark blue light)