(We open on the dimmed stage of the Royale Theater. The stage is totally empty except for one prop table and the usual stage gewgaws. Mike, Micky, and Davy stumble in from the right wing.)

Mike: Wish someone had thought to turn on a light...

Micky: It isn't so much the thought of turning on a light, it's trying to FIND a light!

Mike: (At the top of his lungs) SOMEBODY TURN ON THE FRIGGIN' LIGHT! (Suddenly, every light in the entire stage area comes on, illuminating the three Monkees onstage. Mike blinks) Ouch.

Davy: Thanks a lot, mate. I think I'm blind now.

Mike: Man, I was hopin' we'd find SOMETHIN' of the guy. Maybe even our wallets. He's probably half-way to Sacremento by now.

Micky: *nods* Man, he really had us eating out of the palm of his hand.

Mike: Can't believe we fell for his shit.

Davy: It really isn't like we 'ad much choice, the way 'e kept controlling us.

Mike: I still don't REMEMBER what he did to me that last time. (Turns to the guys) Do YOU remember what YOU did to ME?

Micky: *eyes widen a bit; puts his hands out* You know I don't remember much when I get into that zone!

Davy: *nods sadly* I remember.

Mike: (Smirks) You know, a friend of mine is the manager of this theater. I don't think he'd be too upset if we made a little noise. There's no show on today. I'd sure like to get you two back for tryin' to make me into a bunny.

Micky: *points at Davy* That was him!

Davy: *turns to Micky* But YOU turned 'im into a puppy!

Micky: *scratches the back of his head* Oh, uh, yeah, that's right...

Mike: The point is, if there's one thing I did learn from that go-around with the magician, it's we need to work on our Imagination Powers and our other ones. How'd you boys like a good sparrin' session? Loser has to treat the other two and himself to Millie's finest and most expensive cheesecake.

Davy: Mike, remember, we're including Mick in this!

Micky: Hey!

Mike: That's why the loser's doin' the treatin'. Expenses include Micky's appetite.

*Micky hmphs and folds his arms over his chest.*

Davy: I 'ope it's 'im, then. *jerks a thumb at Micky, who sticks his tongue out*

Mike: We'll see. (Stands in the middle) Ok boys, this is a magic-only one-on-one-on-one. No weapons, no fists. Just use your imagination. Only rule is, no damage, to people or the buildin'. My buddy will kill us if somethin' happens, and I don't think Mendrek will be too happy when he comes back from his tour, either.

Davy: So be careful, Mick!

Micky: Yeah, yeah... *narrows his eyes slightly at Davy, turning him into a Julius Caesar wannabe*

Davy: 'Eh!

Mike: (Grins) Great idea, Mick! (He concentrates on Micky; when the blue light subsides, he's dressed as Mickey Mouse, complete with ears, tail, whiskers, and bow tie)

Micky: *glares at Mike* Not funny, Michael.

Mike: You sure 'bout that, Mick?

Davy: I think you're rathah cute! And I'm kinda getting to like this toga thing.

Micky: Absolutely, positively NOT funny!

Davy: I think Mick needs to cool off a little. *concentrates; a small cloud appears over Micky's head and rains on only him!*

Micky: *eyes widen* DA-VY!!!

Mike: I like that. (Concentrates; the cloud now showers snow onto Micky) Have a snow cone, Mick.

Micky: Why are you BOTH picking on ME?

Davy: *shrugs* Because we can?

Mike: You're there, and you're not doin' somethin'. Besides, Dave's right. You DO make a cute Mickey Mouse. You should get Lauren a polka dot dress and have her go with you as Minnie for Halloween.

Micky: *shivers, hugging his arms around himself* If I don't get pneumonia before then. *sneezes*

Mike: Someone's gettin' too cold. (Concentrates; hands Micky an unbrella with Mickey Mouse ears on them) Here ya go, Mick! Got it the last time we took Katie to Disneyland.

Micky: *sighs* Don't you two think I got enough of the Mickey Mouse jokes in school when I was little?

Mike: Ok! (Concentrates again - Micky still has whiskers, but now has long doggy ears, a big black nose, floppy shoes, and a Hawaiian shirt and beat-up jeans with a little green hat on top) You look more like Goofy anyway.

Davy: *laughs* Oh, Mike, that's a riot!

Mike: (Snorts) He DEFINATELY makes a better dog.

Micky: *frowns* All right, maybe I deserve this.

Mike: (Concentrates; now Micky and Davy are both dressed in pink ballet tutus, tights, and pink hair-ribbons) This is SO much more fun than beatin' each other to a pulp.

Davy: 'Ey?! Mike, that isn't funny!

(Mike snorts, grinning.)

*Micky appears to be steaming. He shakes a fist and advances on Mike...until he loses his footing and slips, landing with a thud on the floor.*

*Davy looks around innocently.*

Micky: *groans* That was my tail bone...oww...

Davy: Sorry, Mick, but you 'ad that "I'm gonna kill you" look in your eyes.

Mike: Yeah, man. No murder here, ok? You'll make the floor sticky.

(Mike concentrates. Micky is now dressed as a hippie in some of Peter's wilder clothing, complete with his "Beads" headband, longer hair, platform shoes, and flowers and peace signs painted on his cheeks.)

Mike: So peace out, man.

Micky: *points to the headband* Well, at least you got one thing right.

Davy: *makes a flower appear in his hand and gives it to Micky* 'Ere you go, mate.

Mike: (Grins) Stop makin' me hungry.

Micky: You guys are an absolute riot, you know that?

Mike: Yeah, we know.

Micky: I knew I wasn't gonna like this game.

Mike: Aw Mick, why don't you take your turn now?

Micky: *whiny* Because you guys haven't let up on me long enough to do anything to either of you!

Davy: *wiggles a finger in one ear* Ow, Mick, don't do that!

Mike: Well, here's your chance. (Flings his arms out) I'm open. Do your worst. ;)

Davy: *eyes widen* Uh, Mike? Little word with you about that?

Mike: I can take it, Dave.

Micky: *growls* I'll do my worst! *concentrates; his eyes narrow, but nothing happens* What the... *tries again; still nothing*

Davy: *uncovers his head* Are we still among the living?

Mike: Yeah, we're fine. I just confirmed somethin' I've suspected for a long time. Mick, when you go into one of your rages, you can't use your Imagination Powers. I can't do it when I'm a wolf, either.

Micky: ...What? But, I...huh?

Davy: 'E's speechless!

Mike: We'll probably have to ask Urse for all the particulars, but I think the extra powers fizzle out our regular ones.

Davy: Thank goodness!

Micky: *shakes a fist* Dave...

Mike: Ok, Mick, now you really do have to calm down. I'd actually like to see what you can do.

(Shoots a look at Davy) Which means no comments from the Peanut Gallery. (Concentrates. When it subsides, Davy now wears a peanut costume.)

Davy: Hey, where's my top hat and cane?

*Micky almost grins, but he still looks rather ticked off.*

Mike: Sorry, forgot. (Another blue light, and Davy now has his little top hat and cane)

Davy: Much bettah.

*Micky rolls his eyes and folds his arms, frowning.*

Mike: Oh, sorry Mick. Did you want to be a banana?

Micky: No!

Davy: Mick don't seem to wanna play nice. Mike, maybe you could try to sooth the savage beast some'ow.

*Micky raises an eyebrow at Davy's comment.* :

Mike: I can do that. (He makes headphones appear) Here ya go, Mick. (Plops the headphones over his curls) Music to soothe the savage beast.

*Micky listens to the music, seemingly lost in it.*

Davy: *waves a hand in front of Micky's face and gets no reaction* Wow, Mike! 'Ow'd you do that?

Mike: I didn't. The sounds Micky's hearin' out of those are the sounds he wants to hear. (Grins) And Lauren. Lots of Lauren.

Davy: I'm glad WE can't 'ear wot 'e's 'earing.

Mike: That's the idea. (He sighs) I hate to do it, but if we want to be able to finish this story, we're gonna need him. (He gently removes the headphones) Feel better, Mick?

Micky: *blinks* Wow. I think I owe ya one, there, Mike.

Mike: Jus' savin' our backsides. I didn't need you to take out a couple of important body parts or the back wall of the theater.

Micky: *sighs* Sorry about that, guys. I thought I had a handle on that. Guess I still need to work on that.

Mike: Why don't you an' I work on it together at the Cave?

Micky: *nods* I'd like that a lot.

Davy: It's probably bettah only one of us doing it, too. More than one of us tends to get your dandah up REALLY fast.

Micky: Actually, it's mostly just you, Dave.

Mike: But for now... (He moves back) I was serious, Mick. (Flings his arm out again) Do your worst. You need to practice, too.

Micky: *gulps* Uh, okay, um...

Mike: Do what you want, as long as you don't kill me or anything else (makes a face) an' please don't turn me into an animal. We get enough of that.

Micky: Okay... *concentrates on Mike--Mike is suddenly wearing the hula outfit from the "I'll Be Back Up On My Feet" video*

Mike: (Blushes) Oh god, I was TERRIBLE at that! (Sighs) Ok, ok Micky, good one.

Micky: *half grin* Thanks.

Mike: Ok, Davy. Take a turn.

*Davy grins and concentrates, turning Mike into Princess Gwen. Micky falls over laughing.*

Mike: (Looks at himself and groans) Oh merciful heavens... (He concentrates; Davy now wears his Little Red Riding Hood outfit) You make a better woman than I do.

Davy: Might as well round this out... *concentrates; Micky is now Goldilocks*

Micky: *stops laughing* Heeeeyyy...

Mike: (Shakes his head) Oh man. I'd rather be a cowboy. (He concentrates - Micky now wears his full Indian outfit, complete with headdress) A

nd a cowboy needs an Indian to round up. (He makes a rope appear and ropes Micky with it)

Micky: *frowns* Hey, man, I was about to give you a compliment!

*Davy concentrates on himself and ends up in his white cowboy outfit.*

Mike: (He now wears his blue and white cowboy outfit) And a cowboy needs a horse. (Concentrates - Micky is now dressed in the horse costume from "Don't Look A Gift Horse In the Mouth" without the mask)

*Micky groans.*

Davy: Wait, you're missing something! *concentrates--a bowl of cream of rootbeer soup appears* There.

Mike: (Makes a stick of salami appear) Want some salami?

*Micky concentrates himself out of the horse costume and back into his regular clothes. A bag of hard rolls appears in his hand.*

Micky: Sandwiches?

Mike: Sure! (Grins and concentrates. Micky is now dressed as a sandwich, complete with green tights)

Micky: *getting aggravated* Stop that!

Davy: Mate, I'd rethink the tights, though.

Mike: Your turn again, Mick.

*Micky concentrates, but nothing happens. He growls, then takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. He changes back to his clothes, slowly opening his eyes.*

Micky: *shakes his head* I keep losing the power.

Mike: (Returns to his own clothes) I know how you can regain your power, Mick.

Micky: *gives Mike a wary look, one eyebrow raised* How?

*Davy returns to his own clothes as well.*

Mike: Why don't we invite the families to Millie's with us? (Smiles) I'll call loser and say it'll be my treat. (Grins) And you and the twins can order whatever you want.

Micky: *finally smiles* I'd like that. *nods* Thanks, Mike.

Mike: You're welcome. We'll work on both of our powers, yours and mine, this evenin'. (Turns to Davy) And we'll see if we can do somethin' with your powers too, kiddo.

Davy: *grins* Gee, thanks, Mike.

Mike: You're welcome. Come on, guys. Let's go eat. Millie's cheesecake waits for no man or Monkee. ;)

Micky: Ain't that the truth!

Mike: Hell yeah! (As the boys walk out, the lights go out on the stage again, plunging the stage back into dimness, which we fade out on.)