(We open in the MonkeeCave. Mike plays his blonde guitar and works on a song.)

*Micky walks in, having heard the guitar playing.*

Micky: New song, Mike?

Mike: Just workin' a few things out. (Makes the guitar vanish in a blue light and turns to Micky) Hey, Mick. I guess you know why I asked you here. We're gonna do some work on your powers.

Micky: *sighs* Yeah, I had a pretty good feeling. So...how do we do this?

Mike: (Smirks) First... (Gives Mick a good hit in the gut) We've gotta get you mad.

Micky: *doubles over* Ooof! Mike...

(Mike grins and knocks Micky onto the floor as "Good Clean Fun" begins.)

Mike: Come and get me, slow poke!

Micky: *growls and groans* Slow poke? I'll give you slow poke! *gets to his feet and goes after Mike*

(Mike just ducks away and lets Micky run into the wall.)

Micky: *staggers* Oww, man.

Mike: C'm on, Mick! You can do better than that! (Tweaks his nose and runs)

Micky: *holds his nose* Quit running away and let me pummel you like a man!

Mike: Just try it! (He makes a running jump and literally leaps - though obviously with the aid of wire - over to the other side of the cave's main room, well away from Micky)

Micky: Stand still!

Mike: Nahh! (He ducks away from Micky again)

*Micky roars and launches himself at Mike.*

(Mike stands in front of three crystals, showing his reflections. He makes a face at Mick.)

*Micky slams into the crystals. No Mike.*

Micky: *rolls over, panting* MIKE!!

(Mike reappears on the other side of the room.)

Mike: Ready to get me now, Mick?

*Micky yells and runs to Mike.*

Mike: (As the music ends, Mike appears right next to Micky and grabs him by his collar, lifting him off the ground) Whoa, boy! You seem to be a little mad about somethin'.

Micky: *eyes wide* A LITTLE mad?! Put me DOWN!

Mike: (Does so) Down, boy. Ok, let's focus. What's makin' you mad?

Micky: YOU!

Mike: Good. Now, close your eyes and try to focus your energy on me.

*Micky just stares at him for a moment. Finally, he closes his eyes.*

Mike: Now, try to think of what you're doin', 'steada just bein' mad. How do you want to get me, and what do you want me to do?

Micky: *eyes remain closed; breathes a bit more noisily* I want you to stop annoying me. I just wanna make you stop.

Mike: Ok, now how ya gonna do that?

*Micky kicks Mike on his left side, then backs off, his eyes open and wide again.*

Mike: (Lands on the floor and winces) Ouuuucch! (He looks up, half-smile) Well, that's a start. How do you feel when Alex is raggin' you on?

Micky: *fists clench at his side* I feel like I wanna pound on him until he's black and blue and bleeding and until he stops his damn ragging!

Mike: Can't blame you. That's exactly how I feel. You have to try to channel that into something that will get rid of him...without damaging your fists.

Micky: *stares at Mike for a few moments, then sighs and frowns* How? I feel like I can't THINK when I get pissed.

Mike: I'm the same way, Mick. That's where the focusin' and heavy breathin' comes in. Imagine you're in bed with Lauren.

Micky: *eyebrows raise* Uhh... *blushes* what?

Mike: (Grins) See? You're focusin' better already. Now, to make sure you keep focus... (Taps Micky on the shoulder) You're it.

Micky: Hey!? *chases after Mike* That was a dirty trick!

Mike: All's fair in love an' learnin', Mick. (He kicks Micky in the rear)

Micky: *nearly stumbles, then turns a glare on Mike* What'd you do THAT for?

Mike: 'Cause it's nice to have fun for once.

(Mike concentrates. When it subsides, Micky is dressed like a little girl in a short red ruffly dress, red Mary-Janes, and a red bow in his hair. He even has a lollypop!)

Micky: *looks like he's in pain* Mike, I am going to KILL you!

Mike: Remember, FOCUS! (Smirks) And get some pants.

*Micky looks like he's ready to explode, but clamps his eyes shut and tries desperately to concentrate. Slowly, a blue light appears and slowly dissipates to reveal he's back in his own clothes.*

Mike: There you go! Now, (grins) come and get me!

*Micky runs at Mike full speed with every intent of slamming into him!*

Mike: Holy... (they both go flying into the back wall) Yeowch!

*Micky pins Mike to the floor, eyes wide & breathing heavily.*

Mike: You won, Mick.

Micky: ...What?

Mike: You still need a little work...but you were able to get me down. That's a good start. You've just gotta learn to put your energy into somethin' other than murder...no matter how much we all want a piece of Alex.

Micky: *Lets Mike up, but he remains seated on the floor* I don't know if I can, ESPECIALLY if Alex is involved.

Mike: That's where the practice comes in. (Mike and Micky get to their feet. Mike dusts himself off.) It's a matter of workin' on it.

Micky: I don't know if I can! I just get to certain point and I just lose it! I feel like I have no control whatsoever!

Mike: Mick, you've seen ME mad. You KNOW what I'm like when I'm a wolf. We both need to learn a little control where our powers are concerned.

Micky: *sighs* I know.

Mike: Let's do it one more time. (He nudges Micky's foot again) You're it!

Micky: *frowns* I'm not falling for that again.

Mike: Ok! (He concentrates. This time, when there's a black light around Micky...he now looks like Alex, complete with goatee) Hello, brother.

Micky: *eyes widen* Wait a minute...

Mike: Hmm, not a bad look for you.

Micky: This isn't funny, Mike!

Mike: I think it is. I'll bet you couldn't get me like that.

Micky: But...but...I'm still me! I just look like...like... *starts to hyperventilate*

Mike: Oh man. I wanted you to get mad, not to get nuts! (He concentrates. Now, Micky wears a peasant blouse, tight black pants, and black heels) There. Is Sheila better? I'd make you Zelda, but you're too tall.

*Micky screams and clamps his hands over his eyes.*

Micky: *whines* Change me back!

Mike: All right, Mick. Sorry 'bout that. I was tryin' to help. (He concentrates. When the light subsides, Micky is now dressed in a ruffled skirt with a huge fruit headdress) How about some flamenco?

Micky: *throws a piece of the "fruit" at Mike* CHANGE ME BACK!

Mike: (Ducks the fruit) Ok, ok. I'm just tryin' to HELP you!

Mike: Ok, ok Sticks. (He changes Mick back to his regular clothes)

Micky: Sticks? Look who's talking.

Mike: At least I can see through my hair. When was the last time you whacked off that bush of yours?

Micky: *his hands immediately go to his 'fro* Bush!?

Mike: I'm sorry. Make that a tree.

Micky: TREE?! *clenches his fists*

Mike: Did I say tree? How about a forest?

*Micky is so mad, he's shaking. He takes a few steps torwards Mike, then stops. He closes his eyes. A tree grows where Mike is standing. It picks him up in the branches.*

Mike: Wha...what?

Micky: There's your forest!

Mike: (Grins) Well, it's not what I was expectin', but...good work! You did somethin' besides pummell me into the ground.

Micky: I could still do that.

Mike: Uh, no, I think I like the tree better. (Nods at the tree) Which reminds me, could you tell your buddy to let me down now?

*Micky makes the tree disappear, letting Mike down a bit roughly.*

Mike: Ouch! (He manages to sit up) Damn tail bone... (Looks at Micky) Could you be a little more careful next time? I might have to use that rear end!

Micky: You're just lucky I didn't know you into next Tuesday!

Mike: Gonna grab your chemistry set and blow me away...if you can figure out how to do it without blowing up yourself?

*Micky steps up to Mike, fists clench. He stares at him...and that's all.*

Mike: (Puts an arm around Micky) By George, I' think you've got it, George!

*Micky lets rip an aggravated scream and grabs Mike's shoulders, shaking him.*

Micky: DON'T CALL ME GEORGE!!!

Mike: Owwwww! You can let go now, Mick!

*Micky shoves Mike away from him, then drops to his knees.*

Micky: I CAN'T DO IT!

Mike: Mick? (He joins him the floor) I guess I pushed too hard.

Micky: *breathing heavily; shakes his head* I can't keep control past a certain point. Everything turns red, and I feel like I'm watching myself!

Mike: Well, we just found your limit, buddy. I can only take so much, too. So can anybody. (Smiles) That's human.

Micky: *runs his hands over his face, nodding* Mike, I really appreciate all this effort in helping me. *throws BOTH arms around Mike, hugging him*

Mike: (Allows the hug for once) You're welcome, Mick. I'm kinda goin' through the same thing. At least you stay human when you go bezerk!

Micky: *pulls away* Yeah, but I FEEL like I turn into an animal.

Mike: Sometimes, I think our minds are just tellin' us somethin'. You an' I are the ones with the crazy tempers...even before all this started.

Micky: *half laugh* Yeah.

Mike: Let's go to the Pad. Em said she was workin' on a recipe for soft blueberry cookies she got out of some English cookie book Davy gave her.

Micky: *nods* Now, that I can definitely go for.

Mike: Come on, before the kids eat them all.

Micky: Let’s go!

(We fade out as the two head for the exit.)