Peter: I hope you're all ready to help me save poor Michael and Emma! :o

Valerie: We'll be here soon, honey!

Micky: I'm ready as I'll ever be!

Davy: I 'ave a bad feeling about this.

(We open back in the room where Micky, Davy, Jack, Nyles, and the Martinez brothers watch the ceremony. We come in as they're watching the end.)

Jose: That is not nice.

Manuel: Man, that poor guy! What the hell did he do to them?

Micky: I don't believe this.

Jack: There's gotta be something we can do to help him out!

Jose: (Frowns) Hey, I think the ceremony is endin', or somethin'!

(Sheila makes her speech, and Alex extends his claws to reach into Mike's chest.)

Micky: Oh shit!

Manuel: Remind me never to get near THOSE nails!

Jose: He could cut tomatoes with no knife!

Davy: Dammit! X-(

Nyles: I could use those to weedwhack my yard.

Jack: *glares at Nyles* Ny, you're nuts, you know that?

*Nyles just grins.*

(Jose titters in spite of himself.)

Manuel: Look, we've gotta do something. (Handmaidens crowd along the wall, blocking their view.)

Jose: Hey, all I see is brown fabric!

Micky: That's it! I have an idea, guys. *smirks* Everyone, grab a girl. It's time we get in on this little ceremony.

(The six men huddle together, whispering conspiratorial. Cut to outside the door, where six handmaidens stand, hidden by their dark cloaks, as Alex pulls out Mike's soul. Just as there's the sound of an arrow and Sheila's "The Bard!", six pairs of hands reach out of the door and grab six robed forms behind it. We hear nothing but "oofs" and "ows" and the sounds of struggle for a few moments. Cut to the door again; six robed figures once again emerge, but one of the figures is huge and burly, two are much taller, and two are much, much shorter. They barely dodge a flurry of arrows as Sheila and her entourage duck for cover. One of the arrows hits Alex's hand, the one that holds Mike's soul.)

*Alex cries out, holding his hand.*

Peter: I'll take that, Alex! (He gently takes the soul that Alex lets go of as several handmaidens help him get the arrow out of his hand. Peter leans over Mike's chest) Here you go, Mike. I hope I do this right. I've never returned a soul before. (He pushes the white light into his chest as gently as he can, though Mike's face still contorts in pain. Mike's eyes finally flutters, and he looks dazedly up at his best friend.) That's right, Michael. It's me, Peter. I'm here for you. I told you I'd protect you.

(Emma struggles with the ropes that bind her, aided by Peter's arrows snapping two of them. She finally pulls free and hurries over to Mike as Peter frees his wrists and ankles. She gently takes him in her arms, stroking his raggedly cropped black hair and cuddling him. She finally gives him a long, deep kiss. There's a dark blue light around both of them. When it subsides, there's light in Mike's eyes. He takes Emma's hand, squeezing it. Peter beams and takes his other hand.)

Mike: (He slowly sits up. He's been restored to normal. His hair is back to it's usual length, and there's not a scratch on him) I...(looks himself over)...oh darlin'... (He gives Emma a huge hug, which she returns, adding another, shorter kiss. Mike then turns to Peter) Pete...man, I owe you one.

Peter: You don't owe me anything, Mike. You've saved me more times than I can count over the years. (City-lighting smile) Call us even.

Sheila: ENOUGH!

Parador: You little golden-haired brat! You ruin our ceremony!

Peter: Your ceremony was hurting two of my best friends! They don't deserve to lose their souls!

(The handmaidens cover Alex's hand with ointment and wrap bandages around it.)

Alex: Dammit! X-( :P

Parador: (He's turning so red, his head looks like a big tomato) GET THEM! BRING THEM TO ME! I WANT THOSE BOYS' HEADS!

Emma: Uh-oh. (Looks at Mike) Baby, do you think you could fight them?

Mike: (Shaky crooked grin) Of course, darlin'. I could fight them anytime, no matter what tortures Alex puts me through. (But Mike's a little wobbly when Emma and Peter help him to his feet, despite his boast.)

(Mike manages to make his broadsword appear and Emma grabs a feathered staff from a surprised officer as "Early Morning Blues and Greens" begins.)

(Peter lets loose with a shower of arrows over the demons. They hold up umbrellas. ;) )

(Emma uses her staff to lift her plump body as well as she can and kick a few guards, then knocks them down. Parador watches her with hearts in his eyes.)

*Six figures in the brown cloaks start fist-fighting with others in cloaks. One goes down, and the figure removes their hood, revealing Micky. There's a chain reaction, revealing Davy, Nyles, Jack, and the Martinez brothers.*

(Mike attacks several of the men, disarming them but not killing them. He's still somewhat weak, though, and is easily captured when the men knock his sword out of his hand.)

(Sheila confronts Emma. They circle each other warily, but Emma is a little woozy from her struggling and Sheila knocks her down with her own elaborate staff. She pushes Emma into Parador's waiting arms, much to Emma's annoyance and disgust.)

(Peter aims for Parador's arm to distract him, but Alex grabs HIS arm.)

(Micky and his group put their robes back on. The only ones who saw them now snore heavily on the floor. Micky leads them over to the main action in the center of the room.)

Peter: (As the music ends) Alex, get away from me, or I'll shoot your other hand! (Aims his arrow)

Alex: That does it. *pulls out the Sun Stone* One false move, and I'll...I'll use this on all of you!

Sheila: (As Paramor and his men bring Emma and Mike over) Oh don't worry, Alex dear, we have the others well under our control.

Peter: (Turns his arrows to Sheila and Paramor) Let them go, or I'll shoot you again!

Mike: Pete...

Emma: You're ALL crazy!

Sheila: Alex...(smirks)...use it. I thought I was only going to have a tame wolf cub. Maybe I'd like to have a tame little puppy, too.

Mike: No way! (He lunges for them, but sags a bit as they hold him back; he's still a little out of it.)

Alex: Gladly.

Peter: What? (Two of the handmaidens grab Peter and shove him to Alex)

(Peter gulps as the men take his bow and arrows and Alex takes the glowing Sun Stone and pulls it closer to him.)

Alex: Now... >:)

(The Sun Stone glows brightly; there's a golden light over Peter. When it subsides, his eyes widen, and he nearly collapses.)

Peter: Wha...oh, my head....I feel sick...

Parador: (Holds Emma) Enough of all this playing about! I want those boys eliminated NOW!

Sheila: But I want them alive! :p

Parador: (Turns to Sheila) Who is General here, Senora London, you or me? I make the rules! I give the orders! I say, the men die! (Strokes Emma's side; Mike growls and lunges again) But this little one is mine. She will rule by my side as my Evita Peron.

Emma: Absolutely not. You're ugly, your breath smells like cigars and old chili peppers, and I have no interest in you whatsoever.

Parador: Oh, but you will, Senora.

Alex: Yeah, yeah, we've heard this all before.

Mike: She's married, you cretin!

Parador: (Grins evilly) Not married for long. (Smirks) Luckily, I bring my pets with me whenever I can. Bind the two men and dunk them in the crocodile pit.

(Six handmaidens bind Mike and Peter tightly and dangle them over a marshy pit near a broken wall in the back of the room. The two young men are hoisted over the pit full of snapping crocodiles by a makeshift lever and pulley. We can clearly see the raging storm outside the broken parts of the wall as the tremendous wind and heavy rain lashes over the ruins.)

Emma: No... (struggles in Parador's arms) Let me go, you lunatic!

Parador: I don't think I'll ever let you go again.

Sheila: (Mutters to Alex) Is there anything you can do?

Alex: *sighs* Aside from losing control? :P

Sheila: I want their souls, not their detached limbs!

(Cut to high above the crocodile pit, where Mike and Peter swing helplessly.)

Peter: Michael, I'm sorry! I tried to save us!

Mike: It's ok, Pete.

Peter: Are you mad at me?

Mike: No. You did what you could.

Peter: Mike, I don't want to die, and I really don't want to be eaten by a crocodile!

Mike: I'm not looking forward to it myself. There's gotta be some way we can get out of this...

(No one pays attention to a strange groaning and rushing sound. It starts softly, but it gradually grows throughout the next scenes.)

Peter: Mike?

Mike: (As he tries to make the rope swing across to the walkways circling the second floor of the central room) Yeah, Pete?

Peter: I'm glad you're my best friend. I want you to remember that. Even when we're old and not stars anymore, even when you yell at me and I forget things, I'll always be glad you're my friend.

Mike: (He can't help smiling) Yeah, me too, Pete. No one listens to me like you do.

Peter: And you know how to make me feel better when I'm upset.

Mike: Yeah... (Frowns; there's a fracas below) Hey, what's that?

Peter: (Looks down) Mike, I don't believe it! The handmaidens are FIGHTING the men!

Mike: You're kidding!

(We see an overhead shot of the ensuing fist fight from Mike and Peter's perspectives as "Do It In the Name of Love" begins.)

(Two of the "handmaidens" jump on two officers. They cover their eyes, "riding" them until all four run into the crumbling wall and knock themselves out. The hoods fall back to reveal Manuel and Jose.)

*Two of the other "handmaidens" do an "Abbott and Costello" routine on several officers, effectively knocking them out. They pull their hoods down to reveal Jack and Nyles.* ;)

(The shortest handmaiden stamps on Parador's foot. He lets Emma go, and she thanks the handmaiden, then grabs a discarded staff and takes off to rescue the boys. The handmaiden pulls down their hood to reveal Davy.)

(Cut briefly to Mike and Peter, who grin as they watch the fracas below.)

*The last handmaiden is stopped by several officers. The figure produces a small, dark package, and tosses it at the officers. It explodes in the air in front of them in a bright light, momentarily blinding them. The figure then punches out each of them and cracks it’s knuckles.*

(Emma grins at the figure. Her smile fades as she looks up...and sees the rope holding the two boys break as the wall behind them crumbles from the intensity of the wind.)

*The figure pulls another package from the cloak and tosses it into the water. The crocodiles dip below the surface, as the surface freezes solid, then softens. Peter and Mike land safely as the figure pumps their fist.*

(Emma runs to help Mike and Peter. She’s joined by Valerie as she and the Goodtimers run into the room. Val brandishes her sword; the Goodtimers join Nyles and Jack's fist fights.)

(Charlie and Chester help Manuel and Jose to their feet. They just manage to get the brothers out of the way as sections of the wall fall in, burring the officers and breaking the ice on the croc pit.)

(Valerie and Emma confront Sheila and one of the handmaidens. Emma and Sheila duel furiously with staffs. Valerie duels with the handmaiden, but manages to disarm her and knock her out.)

(Mike gets his sword from the stone table, then confronts Alex as he runs for the main entrance. X( )

(Peter shoots several demons. The Goodtimers knock a few more into the crocodile pit or out the crumbling wall.)

Mike: (As the music ends) Stop right there, Alex! It's over!

Alex: *still holds the Sun Stone* That's what you think! I still have this!

*A cloaked figure, the same one with the "packages," runs up to Alex and Mike.*

Cloaked Figure: *familiar voice* Hold it just a minute, Alex. I got a little surprise for you! *pulls out another package* This is for you. *hands the package to Alex, who takes it warily* Bye! *waves and pulls Mike away a bit.*

Mike: What in the...(looks into the hood) Mick?

*Micky tilts his head up just enough for Mike to see him grin.*

Mike: Mick, what in the HELL...

Alex: *turns the package over in his hands* What the hell is this? *Turns it over a few more times. It suddenly begins smoking* HEY?! :-O

*Micky backs Mike up just a bit more.*

Mike: Hoo boy. :p

*The package smokes even more. Alex's eyes widen as much as possible. The package explodes, causing a small dust storm. When it clears, Alex is singed and empty-handed.*

Alex: The Sun Stone! NO!

Mike: (Laughs) Good work, Mick!

Micky: *pushes his hood back* Thank you, Mike.

Alex: Dammit! X-(

Parador: (He's struggling with Sam; sees the destruction of the Sun Stone) Noooo! All my plans! You have ruined them, you stupid brat! (Lunges for Micky, jumping right on top of him and Mike.)

Valerie: (More wall crumbles in, revealing the wind whipping through the jungle, blowing debris everywhere. Valerie dodges a large piece of the ceiling that falls into the crocodile pit) Time to abandon ship! This place is gonna blow!

Peter: Micky, do you have another bomb?

Mike: Yeah. Sounds like you have the same idea. We've gotta cover the crocodile pit.

Micky: *nods* I have several more. ;)

Peter: We could make that part of the wall (indicates the groaning wall on the right side) cave in, and that would make enough of a bridge for everyone to escape to safety.

Mike: And we mean EVERYONE. (Looks at Alex) Devils, too.

Micky: Works for me.

*Micky pulls out another package and tosses it at the wall indicated. The wall blows up and creates a bridge.*

(Emma and Sheila work their way around the crocodile pit, but Emma's weary from her earlier ordeal. Sheila knocks Emma down and is about to jab her with her staff when the force of Micky's bomb causes her and almost everyone in the room to fall to their knees. They fight briefly, rolling over and over. Emma finally manages to kick Sheila aside and make a break for the bridge. The Goodtimers join her.)

Peter: Come on! (Peter helps Valerie onto the "bridge," avoiding the crush of officers who run over it, some carrying their unconscious fellow officers.)

Manuel: Let's get outta here, man!

Jose: Party's really over!

Micky: Everyone out!

Parador: No! NO! (He grabs hold of Mike; they get into a knock-down, drag out fist fight. Parador seems to be winning, since he's in good shape and Mike is worn out from his ordeal.)

Emma: (As she goes over the bridge, she sees the fight) No! MIKE! (Micky grabs her arm as she starts to him)

Micky: Mike can take care of himself! We gotta GO!

(Micky and Davy pull her out. Mike and Parador struggle, rolling on the edge of the crocodile pit. One of the crocodiles snap at the serape tied around Parador's waist; Mike manages to pull away as the crocodile drags Parador into the pit screaming. He tries to get the serape off his waist, but only becomes more and more tangled in it. Cut to Mike making for the bridge as we hear fading screams and the sounds of crunching and more falling stone.)

(Sheila sighs, swings Alex over her shoulder, and follows Mike and the remaining officers out of the rapidly crumbling, flooding ruins. The remaining handmaidens and demons have enough sense to disappear in a black light as the walls cave in, falling into the pit and the flood waters, crushing the stone furniture. In a final spectacular crash, the entire group watches as the ruins cave in, along with the southern end of the hotel, to Manuel and Jose's shock and dismay.)

(Everyone remaining stands in water up to their ankles as we hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. Military jeeps, huge trucks with big tires, and cop cars pull up as close to the remains of the hotel as they can as the dirty, weary group trudges through the water.)

(Carmelita, Lauren, and Daphne pile out of one of the cop cars. Emma and Mike and Valerie and Peter embrace and kiss. Carmelita embraces her brothers, then turns sadly to the remains of their home and livelihood.)

Emma: Mike, are you all right?

Mike: No, but I'll be better once I have a hot shower and some time in bed with you.

Peter: Oh, Valerie, that was so scary...I've never been so scared...

Valerie: (Strokes her husband's gold hair) It's ok, honey. It's all over now.

Lauren: *fingers the cloak Micky still wears* I don't think I'm gonna ask about this for now, anyway.

Micky: Fair enough, babe, fair enough. *kisses her forehead*

*Davy and Daphne hug and kiss and don't come back up for air immediately.* ;)

Valerie: Where's Parador?

Mike: (Makes a face) In a crocodile's belly. They decided to have him for a snack right before I took off.

Emma: (Makes a face) Oh god...

Micky: Couldn't happen to a nicer guy. ;)

Sam: Man, that was some nasty shit. What HAPPENED in there?

Valerie: (Sighs) Why don't we all go with the cops and the locals, and we'll exchange full stories at the nearest hotel after we've all rested and taken hot showers?

Mike: Preferably a hotel in decent shape, with no ruins under them.

Valerie: (Nods) Come on, guys. They said they'll come back for the bus when the weather's better. We didn't lose much; almost all of our stuff was in the bus.

Peter: (Indicates the three Martinez siblings, who are being led to a car by two cops. Jose sobs, Manuel looks grim, and Carmelita's face is ashen) What about the Martinezes? That hotel may not have been nice, but it was their home!

Valerie: (Watches as cops lead a protesting Sheila and Alex to a paramedics' van to get Alex's hand looked at; grins) I know who would be PERFECT to fix the hotel. (Turns to the others as a fierce blast of wind almost knocks her over; shivers) But not now. Let's get out of here, guys, before we join Parador inside his crocodiles!

(Everyone gets into cop cars or trucks or vans, loading as many of their things as they can from the bus. Emma insists that she and Mike rides in the parametic's van with Alex over both Alex and Mike's objections.)

(Cut to a simple but elegant modern hotel room. Spanish-style furniture, these in GOOD shape, decorate the huge room. The windows surrounding it are boarded up and we hear wind howling somewhat more mutely, but inside all is warm and cheerful. The Monkees, their wives, and the Goodtimers all sit around the coffee table, playing "Acapulco Sun." Mike puts down his guitar when he's done.)

Mike: Ok, everyone, you all said you'd tell your parts when we were clean and rested. You can spill it now. Lauren and Daph, how did you get the cops to come to the hotel on the wild chance that there really were ruins there?

Lauren: They didn't believe us about the ruins, but we mentioned Parador, and not in the nicest terms. The cops knew about our concerts and preferred to not lose us to some local nutcase. They didn't want to come out, but since we ARE major rock stars... (Shrugs)

Peter: Val, where did you and the Goodtimers go?

Chester: We ran into a few too many dead ends.

Sam: That place was a maze! How did them Aztecs figure it out?

Charlie: No wonder they ain't around anymore. They probably got lost in their own temples.

Valerie: We went looking for you after we'd figured out you were gone, but we kept backtracking and running into guards. I thought we'd NEVER find the main room.

Mike: Em, are you...

Emma: Baby, I'm ok. They didn't do anything to me besides take my voice. Yes, even Alex and Parador. The question is, how are YOU? I saw what they did to you. (Squeezes his shoulder) My poor baby. You're gonna need some serious TLC this week. You must be so sore...

Mike: In places I never thought could be.

Peter: I ended up in the ceremony room after I got lost. I saw everything. (Frowns) Oh Michael, I couldn't stand to let them do all those awful things to you...and then Alex took your soul, and I just...I wasn't thinking.

Mike: Pete, I'm sorry you had to see that...(grins) but I'm glad you jumped in when you did.

Emma: You distracted everyone and you returned Mike's soul.

Sam: What about the hotel and those crazy Mexican folks?

Valerie: (Grins) I already gave them my suggestion. (Indicates the next room; Carmelita and Sheila are fussing at each other, while Alex watches Manuel and Jose argue over something, rolling his eyes) Sheila and Alex are going to build a brand-new hotel next to the excavated ruins, with PPF footing the full bill.

Emma: I get it. That'll keep them busy for a while.

Micky: Serves 'em right. ;)

Valerie: Especially since I insisted that they help with the rebuilding, too, or no deal. They'll help build the hotel and dig out the remains of the ruins piece by piece...or be sent to jail again. ;)

Peter: (Smiles) Well, I guess that's that. Parador's gone, too?

Mike: Taken out by his own crocodiles. I almost feel for the guy; he was crazy, but in the end, he was done in by his own hungry pets.

Peter: But what really matters is...we're did it. We saved each other, and now the Martinezes will not only have a nice hotel, but people who will visit it to see the ruins!

Mike: And amen to that. Just one thing, though.

Emma: What, Baby?

Mike: Let's never, EVER let Micky plan another vacation!

Micky: Hey! :P

Lauren: Mick... ;)

Micky: *sighs* Oh, alright, fine. No more vacations.

Mike: That's all I want to hear. (Holds up his coffee cup) To the Monkees, the Goodtimers, and their good women.

Peter: Here's hoping that we always remember that when we're a team, we can make magic!

Mike: Except for makin' lousy vacations better.

(Micky grumbles as everyone clinks coffee and chocolate mugs and the camera fades out on the laughing group in the room, with one last shot of the sun breaking through a crack in a boarded-up window.)