(We open in an opulent nightclub. Micky and Mike sit in one corner, listening to the band play a pounding instrumental tune.)

Mike: Man, this is a hot group. I wish the others could have come with us.

Micky: *nods* Yeah, they don't know what they're missing!

*Micky continues to tap a couple pencils on the tabletop in tune to the beat.*

Mike: (Frowns and nods at the table next to them) Mick, that chick is starin' at us.

(Indeed, a tall, slender blond woman sitting alone at the next table watches them with interest as she sips her drink. She wears a long red gown trimmed with sequins and feathers and carries a huge red feather boa.)

Micky: *drops his pencils* Her?

Mike: Yeah. There's somethin' weird about her. I sense danger.

Micky: I think I'm sensing something... *turns away*

Mike: Yeah?

(The woman goes over to them as the song ends.)

Woman: (Smiles) Hello, gentlemen. Aren't you two members of the Monkees?

Micky: Uh, yeah, we are.

Woman: I'm such a fan of yours! (Smiles a blinding white toothpaste smile) I'm Stella Umbridge. I've seen all your specials. You're such creative young men, and you make such wonderful music!

Mike: Thank you.

Micky: *grins* Thanks!

Stella: (Sits down with them) Would you like a drink? It'll be my treat.

Mike: Ma'am, you don't know us.

Stella: Oh, but I feel like I do. I've read about you in all the fan magazines!

Micky: *leans back in his chair* Really? Tell us more.

Stella: (Her fingers creep over to Micky's; Mike makes a face) For instance, Micky Dolenz, I know that you're the crazy drummer who loves building and R&B music and his family and food.

Mike: And we DO have families, so...

Micky: *waves off Mike* Let the lady speak, Mike. Always interrupting.

Stella: I know you're an amazing drummer despite not having played for very long, and that you were once a child star. (Grins) You're still a star.

Mike: (Voice goes up a little) Miiickkk...

Micky: *turns a little red* Aw, gee...

Stella: And I know you have long legs and thick, curly hair that you used to straighten... (Smirks and looks downward) And the rest of you isn't bad either.

(Mike clears his throat and turns a little red.)

Micky: *grins, but crosses his legs* Awe, you're just being nice.

Stella: Hardly. (Her right hand steals under the table at this point) So, what are you boys doing after the set?

Mike: Going home. Our WIVES are waitin' for us.

*Micky's eyes widen as he yelps a little.*

Stella: (She smirks as her hand steals further) Why don't we go to my house? I have a mansion in the Hills.

Mike: I don't think we want to go anywhere with you, lady.

Micky: *voice is higher pitched* But she's asking nicely. *sticks his index finger knuckle to his mouth to keep from yelping again*

Mike: Lady, I think it's time we went home. There's somethin' wrong with you. You don't smell right.

Stella: How could I not smell right? (She strokes Micky's cheek) Micky wants to come with me, doesn't he?

*Micky nods.*

Mike: We ain't goin' anywhere with you!

Stella: (Pulls Micky closer to her) Oh, but you are. Micky likes me. He knows I won't hurt him. (Smirks) Much.

Micky: *giggles* "Much."

Mike: What are you doin' to him, lady?

Stella: Making sure he'll come home with me. (Frowns) Why isn't it working on you?

Mike: 'Cause I know better.

Stella: No, because you're hard-headed. They were right about you at Columbia.

*Micky chuckles.*

Mike: Mick, we're getting out of here. (He grabs Micky's hand, but she takes it away)

Stella: No, you're not, Michael Nesmith. You're coming with me.

Micky: *giddy* Oh, come on, Mike! Don't be such a killjoy!

Mike: Micky, there's somethin' wrong with her!

Micky: *motions to Stella* Her? Nahhh! She's nice! Man, you're just suspicious of everybody!

Stella: Micky, I want both of you to come with me. How can we get Michael to come?

Mike: (Narrows his eyes as the band ends) Don't play that game with me, lady. I've been there before.

Micky: *grabs Mike's arm* Oh, just come on, would ya?

Stella: (As they stand) Bring him with us, Micky. Do what you have to.

Mike: Micky, are you crazy? (Tries to pull away)

Micky: *his grip is firm; smiles* You're coming with us, Mike.

Mike: Micky, don't you sense it? There's somethin' wrong here! (Groans) Oh man, this happened the first time we met Sheila...

Stella: (She takes her boa) We'll take my car. It's valet-parked.

Micky: *keeps an unusually strong grip on Mike's arm and pulls him up; smiles* It's okay, Mike! This isn't Sheila! We'll go party.

Mike: Micky, we ain't goin' to a party! I smell danger on her!

Micky: *sniffs* I smell purfume! And it's absolutely intoxicating! Come ON, Mike! *tugs Mike along with him*

Stella: I knew there was something strange about you. You both have an odd kind of energy, but yours (takes Mike's other arm) is almost animal.

Mike: Yeah, and you're gonna see just HOW animal if you don't let me go!

Micky: I think you need to calm down a little, Mike. *Reaches around, touches the fingers of his free hand to the back of Mike's neck, and rubs slightly to calm him*

Mike: (Whimpers) Mick...

Stella: He does feel less tense now.

Micky: *smiles again* Lets go have some fun.

Mike: No... (But they manage to lead him out the door as we fade out.)

(Fade in on a large, elaborate room that looks like Sheila's room in "The Devil and Mike Nesmith" with more up-to-date furniture and carpeting. Stella comes in first, followed by Micky leading Mike. Mike continues to whimper.)

Mike: Mick, I really don't like this.

Micky: Mike, what is there to worry about?

Stella: What are we going to do with him? He's still so tense! (She strokes his chin) But so handsome, just like all of you are.

Micky: He needs to be shown how to have fun. *makes a face* Mike always has trouble with fun.

Mike: Mick, I don't think she wants to have fun.

Micky: I do.

Stella: What shall we do with him while we're having fun?

Mike: (Starts to move back) Nothing. (He concentrates; a dark blue light glows around his hand)

Stella: What IS that you're doing?

Micky: *grabs Mike's hand and the light disappears; shakes his head* Why won't you cooperate, Mike?

Mike: Micky, she's evil!

Stella: How do you know that?

Mike: I smell danger on you, lady! Evil! Darkness!

Stella: There has to be a way to calm and subdue him. He'll interfere while we're having our party.

Micky: I'm afraid we'll have to tie him up.

Stella: It's a shame. He's strong and has that animal instinct, but he just can't seem to relax.

Mike: Not around you, lady!

Micky: *sits Mike down in a chair, then rubs the back of his neck again* Calm down, Mike. *makes a length of rope appear and wraps it around him*

Mike: Micky, don't...

Stella: Good. Once you're done with him, we can begin.

(She's already removing clothing, taking off her stockings, dumping the feather boa on a vanity chair.)

Micky: *ties a knot in the rope and straightens* There. All set. *claps Mike's shoulder*

Mike: Micky, please...let me go.

Stella: Mute or gag him and we'll begin.

Micky: Sorry, Mike. *makes a gag appear and ties it over Mike's mouth*

(Mike moans under the gag and tries to struggle.)

Stella: Now...shall we begin?

Micky: *grins* You bet! *pulls his shirt off as he goes over to her*

Stella: We're going to have lots of fun. This will be a wonderful party! (Makes a bottle of champagne in a pewter bucket of ice appear)

Micky: Ooooh! Last time I had champagne was New Year's Eve!

Stella: Well then, you're in for a treat! (She pops the cork open and pours two glasses; hands one to Micky) Cheers! (Clinks glasses with him and sips hers)

Micky: *sips his* So, what did ya have in mind for our little party? *He kicks off his sneakers.*

Stella: (Leans against him and rubs his chest) You are so comfortable...

Micky: You're not so bad yourself. *waggles his eyebrows*

Stella: What, an old girl like me? You're just saying that.

Micky: No, I'm not.

(She pulls her hands further down his chest and into his shorts...)

Micky: *yelps* No, I'm DEFINITELY not just saying that!

Micky: *slips his hands under her top* Wanna make use of that empty bed?

Stella: What for, my Micky? (Grins) Want a wider playing area?

Micky: *also grins* Yeah, I do!

Stella: I have an easier idea. Why don't we just push the beds together?

Micky: Brilliant! Allow me. *Concentrates. There's a blue light; the beds are now together* Ta da!

Stella: What IS that amazing power of yours? I sensed it back at the club...

Micky: *taps the side of his head* It's all up here.

Stella: (Runs her fingers across his shoulders and down his spine) What do you mean "in there?"

(Mike yells under the gag, but it's so garbled we can't understand him. His eyes are wide and horrified.)

Micky: *shudders* Imagination. Pretty much anything we think, we can do.

Stella: What are you thinking of now, my Micky?

Micky: *grins* How to get the rest of these clothes off you.

(Mike rolls his eyes.)

Stella: I like the way you think. Why don't you show me some more of your power? (Nods at Mike) How'd you like to relax your friend a bit more?

Micky: *hopeful* Then can I remove your clothes?

Stella: Whatever you wish, my Micky.

(Mike's eyes widen. He struggles harder, growling under his gag.)

Micky: *wide grin* Thank you! *goes over to Mike and rubs his temples*

(Mike struggles a little, but finally slumps, panting and glaring at Micky and Stella.)

Stella: How did you do that?

Micky: It's called muddling. *shrugs* It's just part of our powers. Just press your fingers to someone's temples and rub.

Stella: And this subdues you.

Micky: *nods* Yeah.

Stella: What else can your powers do? (She strokes Mike's hair. He tries to shake her off, but she grabs his hair hard)

Micky: Oh, anything really. *pauses* Um, I thought you wanted to party with me?

Stella: (Her hands sneaks down Micky's back and into his shorts again) Oh, I do. Why don't we use those powers of yours to REALLY party?

Micky: *wide grin* Okay!

Stella: (She leads Micky to the bed) Why don't you tell me more about these powers? (She runs her fingers through his curls) Where did they come from?

Micky: *giddy* We inherited them, but never would've know about them if we hadn't found Ursula. She's a crystal.

Stella: A crystal has a name? (She kisses him deeply) Tell me about this crystal.

(Mike frowns. He knows she's up to something with all these questions.)

Micky: She's Sheila's sister. They're both nieces of the Devil, but Ursula's nice. She helps us fight against Sheila and her protege. Urse already helped us get rid of the Devil.

Stella: The Devil! (Mock gasp) How awful!

Micky: Yeah!

(Mike rolls his eyes again.)

Stella: How could little boys like you fight the Devil?

Micky: We're not little! We've been fighting them for a couple years now!

Stella: You're so amazing! I knew I liked your energy! (She draws Micky closer to her and kisses him again)

Micky: *moans as they part* Man, you REALLY do something to me!

Stella: I certainly hope so. (She kisses him again, running her fingers down his shorts. Mike groans helplessly.)

*Micky moans again*

Stella: Yes! Yes! (She leans further into him) You are so GOOD, my Micky!

Micky: *grins* You ain't seen NOTHING yet. *He smothers her with a deep kissing, pressing to her.*

(Mike tries to growl under his gag.)

Stella: You're wonderful, Micky!

Micky: So're you, Stella.

(Cut to Mike. His eyes widen as he watches the two, struggling lightly.)

*We hear moaning and other various passionate noises from the other side of the room.*

(Mike groans and struggles again, trying to free himself and get to Micky before his wife REALLY hurts him.)

(Cut back to Micky and Stella. They're both under the sheets now, their bodies mostly covered.)

Stella: Feel better, my Micky?

Micky: *sighs* MUCH better, thank you.

Stella: Why don't you show me more of those powers now?

Micky: Sure! Anything you wanna see in particular?

Stella: Why don't you try to get Michael to have some fun?

Micky: Okay! *there's a blue light; he's back in his shorts as he gets out of the bed. He goes over to Mike* Think you can do that, Mike? Pretty easy, huh?

(Mike rolls his eyes and concentrates. Micky is now fully clothed again.)

Micky: *looks down at himself* Hey! Well, one turn deserves another. *concentrates; Mike is now in just his shorts*

(Mike makes a face and concentrates. He's now dressed again. He glares at Micky.)

Micky: *shakes his head* Mike, Mike, Mike. You never learn, do you? Just too stubborn for your own good. *Muddles Mike again.*

(Mike slumps forward as Stella strokes his hair.)

Stella: He's so handsome, so manly. He's very strong-willed, isn't he?

Micky: Incredibly.

Stella: Are his powers the same as yours? I sensed something...animal...about him. (She runs her fingers down his neck, where Micky did; he shudders, gasping under his gag) Yes, quite animal.

Micky: Yeah, his powers are similar. He turns into a wolf when he gets pissed enough.

Stella: A wolf? Like a werewolf?

Micky: No, just a wolf. Furry and four-legged.

Stella: Very interesting. No wonder he smelled danger. (She looks at Micky as she strokes Mike's neck; he groans under the gag) I'll bet there's many things you'd like to try on him. He's so tough. He must be hard to work with.

Micky: You have NO idea.

Stella: Why don't you? (Whispers in his ear) If you show me your powers, we'll do something extra-special.

Micky: *giggles* Oh MAN!

*Micky concentrates. There's a blue light. When it subsides, Mike is dressed in a tutu.*

(Mike makes a face and growls as well as he can. Stella just bursts into laughter.)

Stella: I think he looks attractive! What lovely legs he has!

(Mike just struggles harder.)

Micky: How about this? *another blue light--now Mike looks like Robin Hood*

(Mike makes a face. He doesn't mind Robin Hood...but the tights have got to go!)

Stella: Oh, I LOVE the tights!

Micky: *chuckles* Wait, how about THIS one? *anotehr blue light; now Mike is dressed as Cupid*

Stella: Oh, how adorable! (She runs her hands up his chest; he just snarls)

Micky: I have one that I think will be your favorite. *Concentrates. The blue light around Mike fades, leaving us with a view of Mike from the waist up as he's now completely naked.*

Stella: (Beams, delighted) Oh, that's GORGEOUS!

*Micky snorts.*

(Mike tries to pull away and cover himself, not an easy thing to do when he's bound and gagged.)

Stella: Oh, I knew it! I knew I wanted both of you the moment I saw you!

Micky: Got a preference?

Stella: Yes, him on my bed and ready for fun.

*Micky concentrates again. The blue light reveals Mike now on the bed, still nude and under the covers.*

Micky: There we go.

Stella: Thank you, my Micky. (She smirks) This is going to be fun. I'm so happy I found you two.

(Mike struggles; he's still bound and gagged on the bed.)

Micky: *smiles* You're welcome.