Everyone ready for the heart-pounding finale? ;)

(Nothing from the missing Mike.)

Micky: Yeah!

Davy: Ready!

(We open in the lobby of the theater, the same one where the "rescue Mike and Micky" sequence of "I Think I'm A Clone Now" took place, as "Writing Wrongs" begins. Davy finds himself there. He turns around...and think he sees a pretty girl behind the counter. He smiles at her and she smiles at him. He moves in closer to chat her up...and she seems to dissolve like melted butter. He reaches for her but gets popcorn.)

(Davy reaches for more popcorn, but the popcorn maker suddenly seems to explode in popcorn! Davy finds himself literally swimming in it...until all of a sudden, it stops and the popcorn vanishes.)

*Micky walks down a dark hallway. He passes two doors directly across from each other. A blur crosses the hall right after he goes by. Micky stops and turns to look, but doesn't see anything. He turns to start walking again, & the blur goes by again. Micky turns again, but still doesn't see anything.*

(Davy is now in the upstairs hallway where they found Mike in "Think I'm A Clone Now." He walks past the suits of armor. One leans over and taps him on the shoulder, then quickly returns to its original stance. Davy turns around to look at it, but when it doesn't move, he shrugs and heads on.)

(Davy walks past another suit of armor. It taps him again. He turns around and the armor becomes stiff again. As he turns around, the armor puts his gloved "fingers" to the sides of his face mask and makes as goofy of a face as a piece of moving metal can.)

(Davy and Micky's backs are turned to each other. We hear spooky noises over the song. Their backs touch, and they freak out and run in the opposite directions.)

(Davy and Micky walk down a dark passageway. A small light suddenly flicks on. Davy jumps into Micky's arms as something shimmers into view.)

*Micky screams and drops Davy.*

(Davy frowns as something shimmers into view. It looks like Mike...but it might not be. Davy walks over to the image and walks right through it. The image disappears.)

Davy: (Turns to Micky as the music ends) This is crazy. We could wander around here all day playin' wit' Darren or Tommy or whatevah his name is.

Micky: No kidding. We need to ignore anything weird and just find Mike.

Davy: And Micky, we were nevah really able to tell you. We finally got some dirt on our friend Darren...or Tommy. Apparently, he's been suspected of fraud, theft, and mind-manupulating the wives of several officials, but no one's ever been able to find enough evidence to convict him. He also goes under at least one other name, Tommy Holtzinger...and I wouldn't be surprised if that was one of many aliases.

Micky: *raises his eyebrows* Interesting...

Davy: It might help if we got back to the stage, before something else happens. If they're not onstage, we'll search together. Better not split up. We know what happens when we try to take on villains solo.

Micky: Bad things, that's what happens.

Davy: All right Mick, concentrate. (Frowns) And remember, when we ARE on stage, for the love of God, stay away from Darren's fingers! He keeps controlling us with that little finger-to-the-forehead move.

*Micky puts both hands on his forehead and grins.*

Davy: Now, let's concentrate. Back to the stage!

(And we do cut back to onstage. It's totaly dark except for a few soft footlights and some lights in the audience. There's a blue light, and both boys appear.)

Davy: (Looks around) I don't see anythin'.

Micky: Me neither.

(Suddenly, every light in the theater turns on, blazing with brightness and temporarily blinding the two men. As they dim somewhat, there's small explosions of light, color, and smoke all around them. Apple and orange trees seem to burst forth before their eyes. A dazzling rain of fine sparkling dust pours onto them. Images waver, fade, and pop up again - animals, trees, plants. As the two turn around, two more images seem to rise almost Venus-like from the stage. Mike stands calmly next to Darren. He remains blindfolded. Darren stands next to him in a simple black suit.)

Darren: Hello, gentlemen.

Micky: I don't like this.

Darren: I see you found us here.

Davy: I see you love your fancy entrances.

Darren: They confuse the audience. Besides, it is fun.

Micky: It throws the audience off balance.

Davy: You know what we want, Darren. Or Tommy, if you prefer.

Darren: (Makes a face) I hate that name. It was a stupid one. Made me sound like a ten-year-old kid.

Davy: And using your powers to steal people's money and manpulate state officials' wives into your bed isn't childish?

Darren: (Shrugs) It's a living.

(Mike growls a little.)

Micky: Let Mike go!

Darren: Don't worry Michael, you'll get your fill. (Smiles) He wants to show you how he's worked on his powers. He won't be so bossy and stubborn. Isn't that what you wanted?

Davy: Not like this!

Darren: You both wanted to lead yourselves. Michael wanted to be rid of his many burdens, and one of those burdens was leading your group.

(Darren leans over and whispers in Mike's ear again. Mike once again growls and makes a lunge for Micky!)

Darren: He's really quite good with his wolf powers now.

Micky: Wait, Mike, no!

(Mike pounces on Micky, knocking him to the floor.)

Davy: Mike! What are you doin'? (He grabs Mike's back)

Darren: David, let them alone.

Micky: Mike! Geddoffame!

(Mike concentrates on Micky. There's a blue light around him. When it subsides, Micky is now a kitten.)

Darren: Payback's a beautiful thing.

Davy: Bloody 'ell! (He concentrates. The cat turns back into Micky.)

Micky: *whew* Thanks, Dave!

Davy: Mike, what are you DOIN'? Why ain't ya fightin' this?

(Mike lunges for Davy this time. He jumps on him and knocks him towards an orange tree...but they go straight through it!)

Davy: Figahs. It's all fake, ain't it?

Darren: (Shrugs) If you say so.

Micky: *goes after them* This is crazy!

(Mike concentrates again and hits Davy. The hit knocks Davy across the theater and into the wall behind the audience. He slumps against the wall, unconcious.)

*Micky concentrates on Davy, waking him up and returning him to the stage.*

Davy: Wot...wot 'appened?

Micky: *points at Darren and Mike* They happened.

Davy: Oh god. Micky, wot are we gonna do?

Micky: Uhh... uhh... *shrugs*

Davy: There's got to be some way we can bring him back.

(Mike attacks them both again as they return to the stage. They jump away in opposite directions. Mike goes after Micky.)

Davy: Mike, stop! This ain't you! You nevah let yourself be controlled...by anybody!

Micky: I can't take this much longer!

Davy: Mike, maybe we do lean on you a little too much. Maybe we do think you're bossy and one of the world's biggest control freaks. That don't mean we ain't your friend! :o

Micky: *still being chased* Yeah, man! We like you no matter how much you tell us how we should do things. *runs into a wall while distracted and slumps to the floor* Ow.

Davy: (Goes to Micky) You ok, man?

Micky: I think I jarred my brain.

Davy: You be careful there. You don't have a lot of brain to lose.

Micky: *makes a face* Very funny, Dave.

(Darren is whispering in Mike's ear again. Mike howls and begins sniffing, looking for the other two.)

Davy: Mike! Mike, stop! You're not a dog! You're a human bein', just like us, no mattah what your powers are!

Micky: *groans* Not again!

Davy: Mike! Mike, don't! (He puts his hand on Mike's heart) Please, Mike. We're your best buddies. We're like your brothers! Us and...Peter.

Mike: (Soft, whimpery) Guys? Guys, is that you?

(Darren narrows his eyes. His image wavers.)

Micky: *follows Davy's lead and puts his hand on Mike's heart* Yeah, man, we'd never do anything to hurt you...intentionally!

Mike: But...but you don't like me. You think I'm just some control freak who pushes you too hard. I don't wanna push you anymore.

Davy: We know you're tryin' to do what's best for the group. You have to remember, man....it's called a group for a reason.

Micky: And when did we ever say we didn't like you?

Mike: No one likes someone who's rude and bossy. (Frowns) Micky, you told me you were tired of me not listening. I'm listening now.

Davy: You're not rude, Mike...well, not often. And one of the things we DO like about you is your take-charge attitude. You always know what to do, and you do it.

Micky: That's right! *pauses* And I admire anyone who can put me in my place!

Mike: (Smiles) Thanks, guys. I only push you so hard because I want you to play your best. I know you can be great if you focus.

Davy: That's great, but when we say we're tired, well, that means we're tired, not "one more time."

Mike: I just wanna help you.

Micky: And we don't mind the help...to a certain extent.

Mike: (Sighs) There are certain things I just can't help. I ain't used to bein' a part of somethin'. I guess I've always been in charge of things.

Davy: We understand that, Mike, but there's give and take in every group, and more than any focus on powers, you need to learn how to give.

Mike: Guys... (gulps) Help me. Help me learn how to give. Help me get Em back. Help me find my way again.

Davy: We will. But first (takes Mike's hand and puts it on his heart) you need to help yourself.

Micky: *nods* Right.

Mike: (There's a small blue light; he smiles) Thanks, guys. I know how mushy this all sounds, but you're my best friends. (Sighs) And Pete is, too. Someday we have to get him back and make the Guardians of the Light whole again. (Frowns) I know I'm the one who drove him away. He never forgave me about the "Head" album or the way I treated him while we were makin' that movie.

Davy: He drove himself away, Mike. He just needs time to figure everything out.

*Micky nonchalantly flicks off Mike's blindfold. He looks around, whistling innocently.*

Mike: (Blinks, then grins) Guys...thanks. I really do feel like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders now. (He concentrates; his broadsword appears in a blue light) Now, why don't we go show Mr. Prestigious Illusionist that we have a few tricks of our own up our sleeves? (He concentrates again. Suddenly, all of the trees fade, flicker, and vanish in a blue light, and they're on a bare stage again) Like that.

Micky: This, I like! *makes his dagger appear*

Davy: Let’s show 'im wot real magic is.

("Daily Nightly" begins as more light and smoke surrounds the theater. Strange, dragon-like creatures appear around Mike. He goes after them, listening for the sound their wings make. Every time he sticks his sword into one, they quiver and fade.)

Mike: Guys, it ain't real! Don't let it get to you! We gotta find Darren!

Micky: We're trying!

(Davy confronts a horde of moving suits of armor, like the ones in the hall. They swing mace and chain and huge broadswords at him.)

(Mike concentrates. Suddenly, he puts out his sword...and a huge wind tunnel appears around the dragons! They're sucked into the tunnel and vanish in a burst of sparkles.)

*Micky confronts a jungle-like scene. He swings through on a vine, yelling like Tarzan and waving his dagger. The entire "jungle" disappears.*

(The remaining animals are blown into sparkles. Mike grins and waves to Micky on his vine. Let's help Davy and finish off this jerk!)

*Micky gives a thumbs-up, then jumps from his vine.*

(Davy concentrates. His rapier takes on a wavery, almost watery appearance. He slashes each of the suits, rusting them. Something with a mass of curly runs past their backs at super-human speeds, rusting their backsides. A huge wind takes care of the rest, blowing them into nothing but dusty piles of tin.)

Mike: (As the song ends; he has his sword drawn and is swirling around) Ok Darren...or Tommy, whatever your name is. Where are you?

Darren: (From the theater boxes on the very top level) Actually, my name isn't Tommy either, and I'm right here. (Waves)

Mike: (Growls) Ok pal, it's your turn. You've messed with us and with our minds for the last time. (His sword glows white) You don't mess with the Guardians of the Light without gettin' some retribution.

(Darren doubles over laughing.)

Mike: (Growls) What's so funny?

Darren: You think I want to HURT you? (Grins) Not men with wallets like yours.

Mike: No, you just want to rip us off.

Darren: Partially, yes. I also really did want to help you.

Micky: *folds his arms* Strange way of showing it.

Darren: Could you have done some of the things you just did even a few days ago?

Mike: Well... (looks at the other two) Come to think of it, my sword never lit up like that before. I was never able to take out a fleet of dragons like that, either.

(There's a flash behind the boys. When they look back at the front of the stage, Darren now stands there.)

Darren: I'm sorry I've frightened you the way I did. I really did want to help you with your powers. I've never met anyone with powers like yours. You facinated me. I didn't mean for things to go as far as they did.

Mike: What about you bein' a thief and manipulatin' chicks?

Darren: (Shrugs) The women didn't take much manipulating. They were bored stiff. And the thefts.... (shrugs) magic is not the most lucrative career.

Mike: Look, since there seems to be no harm done, we promise not to go to the cops if you promise to stay outta our heads from now on.

Darren: That's a deal, Mr. Nesmith. Actually, today is my last day here anyway. Tomorrow, I leave for Sacremento. (He smiles) Farewell, Guardians. Remember that your greatest strength lies in each other...and in yourselves. (There's another puff of green sparkles, and the screen is suddenly filled with green smoke. When it subsides, the guys are on a bare stage alone. Darren, the armor, the smoke, and his props are gone.)

Mike: (Shrugs) I don't know what to say on this one. (Looks at the other two) Are you guys ok?

Micky: Fine. *makes a face* Confused as all hell, but I'm fine.

Davy: About as okay as can be expected. I think.

Mike: I guess all's well that ends well. (Grins) Who wants to go for a milkshake before we head home? I have money... (he reaches in his pocket, but frowns) My wallet! It ain't there!

Micky: Well... *reaches for his wallet* Mine's gone too!

Davy: *checks for his* That bloody...

Mike: (He laughs and shakes his head) Damn boy is somethin' else. (Grins) I think Em has ice cream at home. We'll make our own milkshakes WITHOUT using magic.

Micky: I'm all for it.

Davy: Me, too.

Mike: Come on, men. Let's go eat. (They walk out of the theater with their arms around each other. Darren's laughter echoes through the theater as they walk out, and continues echoing even as the camera fades out.)