Everyone ready to take on the devils?

(Mike roars. X( )

Peter: Before they hurt something else! :o

Valerie: Let me at 'em! X(

Micky: Lets get 'em!

Davy: Ready!

(We open at Micky and Lauren's house. Valerie is on the phone, talking angrily to someone on the other line. Emma grumbles and growls, looking over a small stack of papers.)

*Lauren and Daphne sit on the couch. Daphne is asleep. Lauren watches the twins play on the floor in front of her.*

Valerie: Thank you, Sergeant. Yes, I promise. I told you...we did NOT mean to ram straight through those sets! (Pause) Yes, but....(sighs) all right, Sergeant. Fine. Good afternoon. (She hangs the phone and turns to the girls) I got him to not press charges for endangerment and wanton destruction to public property, but we do have to pay for the damaged sets.

Emma: (Mutters) Well, that's a relief.

Lauren: Yeah. :P

Valerie: When I get my hands on Sheila, I'm giving HER the bill.

Lauren: Stuff it down her throat, please.

Emma: I'll do it myself. (Throws the papers across the table) According to these, three custom cars have gone missing from Columbia in the last few weeks, but they weren't big stars or well-known cars, and none of them had anything in common other than being custom cars owned by young men. There weren't even any women in this batch.

Valerie: I'm assuming this batch was all Sheila, then. What ARE they after?

Emma: (Mutters so the twins can't hear) Besides sex.

*Lauren makes a face.*

Emma: (Sighs and looks at her watch) I have to get moving. I need to work on some stories, and I'm going to have to pick up Katie from the Cartwright Mansion soon. (Looks at Valerie) Thanks for lending your sister's nanny's services again. :)

Valerie: You're welcome...and Matilda thanks you, too. Chrissy really is getting too old for a nanny, but she's part of the family. She loves taking care of Jordan and Katie, with Chrissy's help, of course.

Emma: (Hears screams from on the beach) What's that?

Lauren: The heck...

Valerie: Oh, god! (Points to the beach beyond Mick and Lauren's house; demons chase and attack people who are picnicking and sunbathing)

Emma: What in the HELL are they doing? Can't they let off steam in the desert or something?

Lauren: Guess not.

*Daphne still snores lightly.*

Valerie: There aren't many of them, but they're disturbing the peace. Em and I will get them.

Emma: (Cracks her knuckles) Let me at 'em! I need to let off steam. I've spent most of the day behind my desk or sitting at this table.

Lauren: *chuckles* You do that, Em.

Valerie: We'll be back in a minute. (Leans over to the twins) You two take care of your mommy and auntie, ok? Aunt Em and I are going to stop those bad demons from scaring people. Halloween's NEXT month!

*Both twins nod.*

Emma: Ok, Val, MonkeeWomen AWAY!

Valerie: But Em, all we've got to do is walk down the steps and onto the beach!

Emma: That's no fun! (They head out the door, still arguing over how to get there)

(Lauren watches them go out...not noticing the dark light that appears behind her. There are steps behind her and the sound of people moving around in the living room.)

Lauren: Daph? *turns...*

(A hand reaches out and presses against Lauren's mouth, and two more hands rub her head in familiar circular motions.)

Sheila: Shh, Mother. Quiet. You, the Huntress, and the children are coming with us.

*Lauren whines, trying to get any type of sound out, her eyes wide.* :-O

Sheila: I knew you'd be trouble. (She runs a finger against Lauren's throat; a small black light is seen) Better keep you quiet. I already put the Huntress in a deeper sleep.

*Lauren tries to shake her head, to avoid being muddled.*

Sheila: (As the handmaidens push her gently onto a chair, holding her shoulders) Oh, but you are coming with us, Mother. (The handmaidens caress Lauren's forehead, calming her; Sheila leans over her ear) Calm yourself now, Mother. You will come with us. We will not harm you or your children or the child inside you. You are bait to capture your husband and the other Guardians.

*Lauren still struggles, but her movements are becoming more sluggish. Her eyes narrow, giving Sheila the best glare she can manage.*

Sheila: Don't struggle, Mother. Keep calm. Listen to me and my handmaidens. (The women move their hands across Lauren's cheeks and temples) Yes, Mother, think of nothing but the sound of my voice. You are ours. You will come with us and do what we say. Just stay calm and quiet.

*Lauren is fading, but mouths a four letter word she doesn't typically say followed by the word "you."*

Sheila: Now now, Mother. Such language. There are children here!

*Lauren sticks her tongue out, but her eyelids are drooping.*

(Sheila continues whispering into Lauren's ear. The handmaidens now caress Lauren's cheeks and forehead gently. Lauren's eyes close.)

*Lauren's head nods forward. She's completely out.*

Sheila: (Whispers) You will come with us now, Mother. When I snap my fingers, you will awaken fully under our control. (Sheila snaps her fingers)

*Lauren raises her head. Her normally blue eyes are now nearly black. She looks on, expressionless.*

Sheila: (Smirks) Good, very good. (That's when two voices are heard) Arrrgh! I thought the demons were supposed to be taking care of those two!

Emma: (From outside) We're good, aren't we? Took out those demons like they were a bunch of stuffed animals!

Valerie: Those obviously were NOT Sheila's better demons.

Emma: (Turns to the French doors) I liked how you threw that demon into the hot dog guy's cart. (frowns, jimmying the lock.) Huh? I don't remember the door being... (Looks in the French doors at Sheila and the handmaidens standing over Lauren) Lauren! Sheila! Oh, my god!

Valerie: What... *looks inside also* Oh NO!

Emma: This is gonna hurt, and Mick will have to fix it later, but... (She goes barreling through the glass door, almost falling over several handmaidens; as she comes to, she groans to the camera) Kids, please do NOT try that at home! Oh, my head...

Valerie: *runs in after* Em!

Sheila: You are NOT spoiling THIS plan, Scholar!

Emma: Get away from her, Sheila! What have you done to her?

Sheila: It's not you I'm after, Scholar. I'd like to kill you right here and now, but there's too many witnesses.

*Valerie makes a face.*

Emma: (Shakes Lauren's shoulder) Lauren?

*Lauren turns a glare on Emma and shakes her hand off her shoulder.*

Emma: (Frowns) Lauren? (Looks at Sheila) What have you DONE to her?

Sheila: Oh, she's just under a nice, simple trance. Nothing harmful.

Valerie: Change her back NOW!

Emma: Harmful my ass! (She aims a punch for Sheila's head, but Sheila grabs her fist and twists her arm behind her back) Ow! Oooh, when I get my hands on you...

Sheila: You're outnumbered, Scholar. (The handmaidens grab Valerie) My girls are stronger than they look.

Valerie: Let me go! *struggles*

(Two of the handmaidens come out with squirming twins in their arms.)

*The twins cry "Let me go!"*

Sheila: Is that any way to greet an old friend? Don't you remember Auntie Sheila?

*They stick their tongues out.*

Sheila: (Sticks hers back out at the twins, then turns to the handmaiden holding Shelly as Emma struggles) Did you send the Huntress along? (The handmaiden nods) Good. You can send the children along now as well. The rest of us will meet you there. (The handmaiden nods again, and she and the other handmaiden with Little Mick disappears in a black light)

Emma: No! No!

Valerie: Bring them back!

Sheila: They're part of my plan, Aristocrat, along with their mother. (Sighs) I grow tired of all this squawking. It gives me a headache. (She makes black scarves appear) We'll get you two out of the way for now, make sure you can't alert your husbands and fellow Guardians. (She lets Emma go and rubs her head; a handmaiden does the same to Valerie. Both women collapse on their knees, panting.)

Emma: Sheila...bitch...let...Lauren...go....

Valerie: Must...warn...fellas...

Sheila: (Yanks Emma's wrists behind her back) Not at all, Scholar. I'm not giving her up now that I've got her. (Smirks and ties it with black scarves; gives more to her handmaidens) Let's make sure these ladies don't cause any more trouble.

(Sheila and the handmaidens surround Emma and Valerie; scarves fly, muffling curses. When they move, the two women are wrapped from head to toe with scarves and gagged.)

Sheila: That should hold you two long enough for us to get out of here. (She turns to Lauren) Rise, Mother. Come with me.

*Lauren nods, then stands.*

(Sheila and the other handmaidens disappear as Emma and Valerie scream and curse through their gags. We see the girls squirm on the floor for a few moments. Emma finally manages to get her gag off.)

Emma: Oooooh! The NERVE of that witch! (Tries to move her wrists around) I think I could get my communicator open enough to tell the guys what's going on...

*Valerie mumbles into her scarves, nodding.*

Emma: (Moves her wrist around a little more; we hear a "click") Oooh, I got it! (Tries to pull her wrist as close to her head as she can, which isn't very far) Scholar calling Guardians! Come in, Guardians!

Mike: (Voice over on his communicator) Em, what is it?

Emma: Baby, Mick and Davy aren't going to like this, but Sheila's struck again. She kidnapped Lauren, Daph, and the twins, and have Val and I smothered in her signature scarves.

Mike: Oh, shit. This ain't a red-letter day for the good guys. Alex got a hold of the tank.

Emma: Oh good lord!

Mike: (Fainter) Micky, Dave, Alex got Lauren, Daph, and the twins.

Peter: (Faint sob) Oh no!

Micky: WHAT!?!

Davy: BLOODY...

Mike: We're already on our way, Em. We'll meet you there.

Emma: We'll be on our way as soon as we can get out of this.

Mike: You sure you don't want us to come and help?

Emma: Honey, we've gotten out of worse. Go help Lauren, Daph, and the kids.

Mike: I'd argue with you, but we're wastin' time. Get to the desert hide-out as soon as you can, darlin'.

Emma: We will! And Baby...

Mike: Yeah, darlin'?

Emma: I love you.

Mike: Darlin', I know. ;)

Emma: (As he signs off; sigh) Val, do you think our imagination power would work well enough to get this stuff off of us?

*Valerie mumbles something and nods again.*

Emma: (Concentrates; a dark blue light surrounds her, and the black scarves vanish) Thank goodness!

*Valerie concentrates. Her scarves disappear in a blue light.*

Valerie: Good. Those things are a definite fashion faux pas. :P ;)

Emma: No kidding. Come on, let's get Ursula and go catch up with Sheila.

Valerie: Yeah!

(She runs out of the door...and stops dead in her tracks. The driveway in front of the garage is empty.)

Emma: Oh no. Oh no no no no...

Valerie: *follows* Em, what... *stops in her tracks as well* Oh, shit.

Emma: She stole the car. She stole the GOD DAMN FREAKIN' MONKEEMOBILE! X(

Valerie: Unbelievable...

Emma: (Turns to Val, barely in control) We're going to have to take your car. Not only would Mike kill me if I touched his precious cars or motorcycles, I don't drive. :p

Valerie: Come on, then...

(The two trudge off to the Montgomery House as the camera fades out on Micky and Lauren's house.)