Stella: (Turns to Micky) You know, boys, I'm awful hungry. How would you like to see my kitchen?

(Mike shakes his head "no.")

Micky: *nods* I'd LOVE to see the kitchen!

Stella: (Strokes Mike's hair) Why don't you come downstairs with us, Michael? I'm sure you could use something to eat.

(Mike turns his head away, shaking her hand off his hair.)

Micky: *sighs* I know you've gotta be a little hungry, Mike.

(Mike makes a face.)

Stella: Maybe he'll get hungry if we bring him downstairs to my kitchen and workshop. (Grins wickedly) I have quite a few tasty things brewing down there.

Micky: Yeah?

(Mike sees the evil glint in her eyes and backs away as well as he can under the sheets.)

*Suddenly, there's a blue light around Mike. When it clears, he's back in his clothes, standing next to Micky, who has an arm draped around him.*

Micky: I am not letting your stubborness standing between me and something that's tasty!

Mike: (He's untied and the gag’s gone) Micky, didn't you see the look in her eyes? She's evil, man!

Micky: *gives him a questioning look* No, I didn't. And she's not evil! She's being nice, and you just won't join in.

Mike: Micky, didn't you see the look she's giving us?

Micky: No.

Mike: Micky, I really think we ought to get outta here, while she's not payin' attention.

Micky: Why?

Mike: 'Cause I got a really bad feelin' 'bout that chick. She has somethin' in mind for tonight, and it ain't showin' us her refridgerator!

Micky: *dreamy* I hope she has something in mind for tonight.

Mike: I don't think she has that in mind, either.

Micky: *frowns* What do you know, Mike? I like her and wanna hang around!

Mike: (Sighs) Ok, ok Mick. We'll stay. But the first sign of her doin' more than offerin' a midnight snack, we're outta here. I don't care how hungry you are.

Micky: I'm hungry for A LOT of stuff.

Mike: I mean it. I don't care how hungry you are for anything. If she's bad news, we leave.

Micky: We stay!

Mike: For now.

Stella: (She ties a silky red kimono-style robe around her slender waist) Are you boys coming?

Micky: *grins* You bet! *drags Mike with him*

(Cut to the kitchen. It's the kitchen set of the Montgomery House done over as what looks like a cross between a labortory and a kitchen, with bottles of strange substances and powders on racks on the wall next to cabinets of food.)

Mike: This place smells funny.

Stella: That's just our snack.

Mike: Great. (He goes to a large cauldron in the center of the room) What's cooking in here?

Micky: *sniffs* It smells wonderful!

Stella: Don't touch that! (She pulls Mike away) That's our snack!

Micky: Can we eat? I'm starved!

Stella: Certainly. (She reaches into a small refrigerator on the counter and pulls out a pinkish drink.) How would you like to try my new fruit drink, Micky?

Mike: I don't think it's a good idea to drink anythin' that shade of pink. :

Micky: I'll try it!

Stella: (Pours Micky a large glassful) Here you go, Micky. Drink it all!

Mike: Micky, don't do it.

Micky: You can't tell me what to do, Mike. *takes the glass and downs the whole drink; burps* Can I have more?

Stella: (Pours him another tall glass) Have as much as you'd like.

Mike: Micky!

Micky: Mike! *downs the next glass as well and sets the glass down* That is so good! *sways a little* Got some zip to it.

Mike: Micky! (He gets up to go to his friend, but Stella takes his arm) Is he ok? What did you do to him?

Stella: Oh, just gave him a little potion of mine.

Micky: *slumps into the nearest chair* I'm tired.

Stella: Good, my potion is working as it should, then.

Mike: I knew it! I knew there was somethin' wrong with you!

Stella: Calm down, Michael.

*Micky reaches out and pours himself another glassful, the slowly drinks it down.*

Mike: Micky, no! Stop!

Stella: He can't stop.

Micky: *finishes, then eyes the empty container; warily holds up the glass* I need more.

Stella: Why don't you have something else? (She sprinkles something crystaline onto a slice of cake) Have something to eat.

Mike: Please Stella, leave him alone!

Micky: *weary smile* I like cake...just need sugar... *Starts in on the cake. He stops half way through and groans, pushing it away. His head lulls back and he stares up at the ceiling, breathing heavily.*

Mike: Damn it! (He grabs the rest of the cake and throws it as hard as he can against the wall)

Stella: Michael, that was wanton destruction of private property.

Mike: (Ignores her) Micky, are you ok? You don't look so good, buddy.

Micky: *groans* Nooooo...

Mike: Mick! (Takes his hand) That's it. I knew this chick was no good. I've gotta get you outta here!

Micky: *groans* Noooo, don't move!

Mike: (Turns to Stella) What did you do to him?

Stella: Drained his energy.

Mike: Restore it NOW. (Narrows his eyes) Or you'll see what I do when I'm mad.

*A black cat struts into the kitchen and jumps up onto the tabletop. It sits and observes the tense scene.*

Stella: (She goes to the cat and strokes it) Hello, my dear. Where have you been all night? I could have used your help, you naughy kitty. (She strokes the cat's chin)

*The cat nudges her hand, purring.*

Mike: That's it. I'm gettin' outta here, and takin' Mick with me. (He concentrates...but Stella throws a handful of soft black dust over Mike. He sneezes, his blue light fading.)

Mike: What was that? (Continues to sneeze)

Stella: It cancels out the powers of other supernatural beings. (Smirks) Including, apparently, yours.

*Micky groans again and slumps forward onto the table, narrowly missing the cat. The cat hisses at Micky, but Micky doesn't move. He just continues to breathe heavily.*

Stella: Don't worry, kitty. He's of no interest to me THAT way. I wanted his energy, nothing more.

Mike: Why his energy?

Stella: You both have amazing energy, some of the most amazing energy I've ever seen. It's those powers of yours. (She goes to Mike and takes him in her arms; he struggles)

Mike: Let me g... (But she puts his hand over her mouth)

*The cat jumps off the table.*

Stella: We're going to need to do something with both of you while I prepare to drain your spirits.

(Mike's eyes widen; he growls under her hand.)

*The cat suddenly turns into a human-like being. He wears a long black robe and has a pair of horns on his head.*

Man: Stella, dear, would you like a hand now? You've done so magnificently so far.

Stella: Certainly. I haven't had much luck with this one. He's so stubborn!

Man: I can see that.

(Mike struggles as hard as he can. He finally bites Stella's hand, grabs Micky, swings him over his shoulder, and makes for the exit.)

Stella: Stop him!

*The man turns into a large black cat and runs after them. He passes them and stops in the doorway, baring his teeth and growling.*

Mike: Look, cat, I'm gonna get outta here whether you like it or not! (He tries to turn around...but Stella steps in front of him)

Stella: You're not getting away.

Micky: *weakly* Mike...stop...

Mike: Oh yeah? (He concentrates and runs, but Stella throws the powder again. His light dissipates, and he ends up sneezing)

*The cat turns into the man once more. While Mike sneezes, he takes Micky from him.*

Mike: No...Mick...

Man: Perhaps what we need is a bargaining chip. *shows up one hand to reveal VERY sharp fingernails, which he holds to Micky's neck* Now, my boy, will you cooperate?

Mike: Mick!

Man: *lightly presses one to the side of Micky's neck, drawing the tiniest amount of blood* Ready to cooperate?

Mike: If you'll let him go.

*The man lets Micky go. Micky falls to the floor, moaning. The man steps up to Mike.*

Man: I am Belavarg. *points a sharp fingernail at Mike* It would be an excellent idea for you to listen to me.

*Micky continues to moan.*

Mike: Micky! (He hurries over to his friend and cradles him in his arms)

Stella: The tall one has been stubborn all night. (Smirks) I drained the curly-locked on easily.

Belavarg: *nods* We shall have to work on the tall one. Perhaps we should take them elsewhere.

Mike: No! (He holds Micky close to him)

*Micky continues to moan, his eyes barely open, breathing heavily.*

Stella: I think they're both handsome specimens...and VERY powerful, especially the tall one.

Belavarg: I sense the power. Let’s take them to my chambers. We can use my equipment to further work on them.

Mike: Please, don't! He's hurt enough!

Belavarg: *shakes his head* Makes no matter to me. Bring him and come with us, or I WILL kill him.

Mike: I...I...have no choice.

Belavarg: Very good. Now, come.

Mike: (He gently gathers Micky in his arms; whispers to his friend) Don't worry, Mick. I'll get us outta here.

Micky: *still moaning; quietly* Mike...sorry...

Mike: (Sighs) That's all right, Mick. I'll think of somethin'.

*Belavarg leads the way, as Mike follows, carrying Micky. Stella brings up the rear. They walk down a long, dark hallway. Belavarg opens a door at the end.*

Belavarg: Inside. Make yourselves at home.

(Mike stops dead when he walks in the room. It's a stone walled and floored room filled with odd devices, powders, potions, and chemicals of all kinds on shelves, walls, and counters. There's heavy chains along one wall, an antique couch on another.)

Mike: Um, maybe this was a bad idea.

Micky: *tries to open his eyes; quietly* What...

Mike: (Softly) No, Mick. You don't want to see this. It'll give you worse nightmares than you already have.

Belavarg: *enters behind them* Quaint, isn't it?

Stella: What are we going to do with the curly-locked one?

Mike: (He holds Micky close to him) If you want me, don't hurt him worse than you already have.

Belavarg: *shakes his head* There will be no further harm to him as long as you cooperate. Now, let me take him.

(The demon takes Micky from Mike before he can further protest.)

*Belavarg take Micky over to the wall with the heavy chains. He shackles both of Micky's wrists. Once Belavarg lets go, Micky slumps, only being held up by the chains.*

Belavarg: That will keep him out of our way and allow us to keep an eye on him.

Stella: Now, how shall we drain this one? (She makes a face) I don't know how he did it, but he resisted my powers and my perfume.

Mike: THAT'S how you were able to reel Micky in so quickly. He's devoted to his wife. He would have never gone with you otherwise.

Belavarg: He is also not as strong-willed as you are. *turns to Stella* We shall need some select potions to drain this one.

Stella: Very well. (She goes to some of the racks and starts putting powders and liquids together)

Mike: (Steps back) Select potions?

Belavarg: A stronger combination, if you will. Certain potions are more useful for certain strengths on one's will.

Micky: *tries to hold himself up, still breathing heavily* Leave Mike alone...

Mike: (Stands as tall as he can and sticks out as much chest as he can muster) You won't break my will.

Belavarg: We shall see about that.

Micky: *slumps again, gasping* Nooo...

Stella: (Over her shoulder) It's just about ready, Bela.

Belavarg: Excellent.

(Mike concentrates while Belavarg and Stella are leaning over their potion. Suddenly, there's a small explosion by the rack of powders on the other side of the room...and explosion that creates lots of smoke.)

Stella: (Gasps and coughs) What in the...

Belavarg: *coughs* What happened?

Mike: Micky! (He emerges from the smoke next to Micky, coughing) Boy, I didn't know how strong that stuff was! (He yanks at the chains) I'm gettin' you outta here, buddy.

Micky: *gasping for air* Mike! *coughs; weakly* Go...Mike...leave...

Mike: No, Mick. (He finally gets the chains off) I ain't leavin' without you. We're buddies, remember? (He gets Micky over his shoulder and makes a break for the exit)

Stella: (Sees Mike duck through the doorway) There they are! They're getting away!

Belavarg: After them! They mustn't get away!

(And we launch into "Goin' Down" as Mike makes a break for the exit. He runs in a room first that holds a huge, soft bed covered with silk sheets...but immediately turns away when he sees they're occupied.)

*Micky just continues to moan.*

*The next room that Mike tries is full of greenery, including one very large plant with sharp teeth. It tries to snap at them, but Mike manages to slam the door on it.*

(Mike hurries past another room filled with what looks like ghosts.)

*The next room reveals the filming of a horror movie. Mike apologizes and backs out slowly.*

(A pretty blond girl tries to pull Mike into the closet in the next room, but he hurries off, apologizing. He's in too much of a hurry for that stuff!)

*While moving down the hall, Mike sees a bunch of little, round, furry creatures going in the opposite direction.*

(We get a shot of Mike going in the opposite direction as well. He's being chased by a huge black cat!)

(The cat finally cuts off Mike in front of the front door. Mike turns around and goes in the opposite direction.)

*...Where the cat blocks Mike from returning to the hallway!*

*Suddenly, a trap door opens below where Mike stands. He and Micky slide down a chute. At the bottom, it opens to a room, where Mike goes tumbling and Micky lands with a pronounced thud. Micky moans.*

Mike: Ouch! (Rubs his rear as the music ends) Maaannn, what a ride! (Turns to Micky) I guess you're not feelin' better.

Micky: *tries to move, but can't* Noooo...

Mike: (Stands gingerly and looks around; they're in a dark room, sitting on a pile of straw) There has to be a way outta here. (Goes to the heavy wooden door and pulls on it) It's locked, damn it.

*Micky tries the best he can to push himself up, but ends up just groaning.*

Mike: (Returns to Micky) Mick, conserve your energy. (He tries to fluff the straw) Just lay down here, buddy. I'll think of a way outta here.

Micky: *whimpers* I'm sorry...

Mike: (Sighs) Mick, I ain't gonna lie and say I'm not mad at 'ya...but she is a pretty chick. Ain't you guys always tellin' me not to beat myself up over shit? That won't help us now.

Micky: *breathes heavily again* Can't even move...

Mike: Lean on me, then. Maybe you'll inspire me to find a way outta here.

*Micky tips himself against Mike, almost knocking him over.*

Mike: Whoa, boy! (He gently rights Micky again, letting him rest his head on his shoulder)

Micky: *quietly* Mike... *closes his eyes*

Mike: Yeah, Mick. You go to sleep. (He strokes Micky's head) I'll get us outta this somehow.

(Mike looks up arruptly as the door opens. He snarls when Belavarg and Stella saunter through the doorway.)

Mike: Don't you touch either of us, you two.

Belavarg: Now where is the fun in that? (Nods at Stella) Stella, my dear, I believe it best to work on the tall one here.

Stella: We've already tried it! He just ran away.

Belavarg: Then what would you suggest, my dear?

Stella: He needs to be subdued quickly, before he can use that power of his.

Belavarg: Be my guest.

(Stella pulls several chains off the top of a table. She quickly shackles Mike's wrists together, then does the same to his ankles.)

Mike: What? Damn it! (he struggles) Let me go!

Belavarg: Excellent.

Stella: (Tugs on Micky's curls) What about him?

Belavarg: He is of no worry. Besides, the tall one will cooperate better with his friend nearby.

Mike: What do you want energy for?

Stella: Why, it's the base of my powers! It keeps me energized and youthful!

Belavarg: And you're worth every bit of it, my dear. *wraps an arm around her shoulders and kisses her cheek*

(She pulls him into a deeper embrace. Mike makes a face)

Mike: Mannn...

Stella: Perhaps we should wait to do more until we don't have an audience.

Belavarg: Perhaps. (Makes a face) Unfortunately.

Mike: Why don't you do it now and wait to work on me n' Mick?

Stella: Oh no, we're not falling for that!

Belavarg: *walks over to a table that holds various containers, picks up two of them, and returns* Here are a couple potions that should work nicely.

Mike: (Moves back) Oh shit.

Stella: How are we going to get him to take them?

Belavarg: Might as well do this the simplest way we can. *goes over, puts one down, and forces the other down Mike's throat*

Mike: I...ohhhh... (He leans against the wall) My head...

Stella: I think it's working!

Belavarg: It would appear that way.

Mike: (Looks up and glares at them) I WILL...get us...out.

Belavarg: *picks up the other potion* We shall see about that.

Stella: (Grabs Mike's chin) Why can't you just give up, Michael? (She turns to the demon) Your turn.

*Belavarg goes back to Mike and again forces the potion into him.*

Mike: No! I... (he tries to stand and only falls on his hands and knees) ...I can't let you take Mick...

Stella: No matter how much we drain him, he just keeps fighting.

Belavarg: Amazing. I have never seen such a will. Perhaps, we shall have to make him cooperate again. Stella, dear, how would you like to borrow the curly-haired one for a while?

Stella: Oh, I'd LOVE to!

Mike: Don't you DARE.

Belavarg: Go right ahead, my dear.

(Stella gently gathers Micky in her arms and lifts him up. Supporting him, she throws a bluish powder over them...and they disappear in a puff of blue smoke.)

Mike: MICKY!

Belavarg: Don't worry. Stella will take good care of him.

Mike: Somehow...I don't believe you.

Belavarg: Believe what you will. *retrieves another potion* This one should work quite nicely.

Mike: Get...away...from me! (He pulls away again, trying to break his chains)

*Belavarg grabs a hold of Mike and forces the potion into him.*

(Mike gags and sputters, finally slumping to the ground.)

Belavarg: Finally.

Mike: (Gasps) Why...you? You...not...young...not human...

Belavarg: No, I am not. I worked under Mr. Zero for a very long time. I went on my own shortly before his untimely demise at the hands of you and your friends. *smirks* If you had the power to defeat the Devil himself, then I want it for ME.

Mike: Then you know who we are.

Belavarg: Yes, I do.

Mike: And you know who I am. (He tries to draw himself to his feet, leaning on the wall) I am...the White Knight.

Belavarg: Does it look like I care?

Mike: You know what I'm capable of doing. (He holds onto the wall, puffing)

Belavarg: Show me.

(Mike concentrates as well as he can. His sword appears in a wavery blue light.)

Belavarg: *chuckles* So be it. *his own sword suddenly appears from nowhere*

(Mike is barely able to lift the sword to defend himself against Belavarg's thrusts.)

Belavarg: *laughs* The great White Knight...this is a laugh!

(Mike just narrows his eyes and thrusts harder.)

Belavarg: Zero must have been soft when you vanquished him!

Mike: I'm tougher than I look, Belavarg. (He swings the sword as hard as he can at the demon)

*The demon is now doing his best to block Mike's hits.*

(Mike keeps coming as best as he can at the demon, still a little shaky but better.)

*Mike backs Belavarg to the wall, giving the demon nowhere to go.*

Mike: Who's laughin' now?

Belavarg: I admit, I underestimated you, White Knight. You are a worthy opponent.

Mike: Yeah, Zero underestimated me, too. (He gets closer to Belavarg) Let us go. Tell Stella to restore Micky's energy.

Belavarg: I cannot do so willingly. You must defeat me first.

Mike: (Growls) Very well, then. (He lunges hard for Belavarg)

*Belavarg dodges, but misses his return shot and stumbles.*

(Mike finally gets the demon on the ground and knocks his sword out of his hand. He shakily holds his sword to his throat.)

Mike: Enough for 'ya?

Belavarg: You have won, White Knight. *suddenly turns into the small black cat again and dashes out of the room*

Mike: Hey, come back here! I ain't done with you yet! (Grumbles) Coward.

(Mike finally manages to break apart his chains. He makes his sword disppear...but the effort almost makes him fall over.)

Mike: Man, that guy really messed with my head. I've gotta find Mick and get outta this house of horrors. (Concentrates) Best way to do it... (He disappears in a dark blue light)

*Mike's dark blue light reappears in a different bedroom. We see Micky sprawled on the bed, in his shorts, on top of the blankets. His eyes are closed, and he’s practically gasping for breath.*

Mike: Mick! (He hurries as well as he can to his friend) I've gotta get you outta here, before she turns up again.

Micky: *cracks his eyes open; still gasping* Mike...

Mike: (He makes Micky's clothes reappear on him in a wavery dark blue light) Come on, pal. We gotta go. I ain't feelin' up to par myself. I just got past Bela the Bastard.

Micky: *weakly* Beat...him...

Mike: (Half-smile) Yeah.

Micky: *gives a slight grin, the best he can manage, as his eyes slip closed* Yay...

(Stella comes in at this point, now just wearing a short red slip, red feathered mules, and a big grin.)

Stella: Ready or not, lover boy, here I come! (Frowns) What are you doing here, Michael?

Mike: Leavin'.

Micky: *weakly* Bye...

(Mike concentrates. He and Micky disappear in a wavery dark blue light.)

Stella: (Stamps her foot and screams) DAMN IT! (Yells to the room) Belavarg, where are you?

*The black cat scampers in, then changes to his regular form.*

Belavarg: Let me guess. We lost BOTH of them.

Stella: Bingo.

Belavarg: *sighs* Back to the drawing board. *eyes Stella* However, my dear, there is no reason to waist such a lovely outfit.

*Belavarg takes Stella in his arms as we fade out on them.*

*We fade in on the Dolenz living room. There's a dark blue light that reveals Mike and Micky. Micky lays on the couch, still breathing heavily.*

Mike: Lauren! (He turns to his friend) Mick, I'll get Lauren for you. She's a night owl. I'll bet she's still awake or just in bed.

Micky: *weakly* Please...

(Mike goes into the kitchen and stumbles back out a few minutes later with Lauren in her pajamas.)

Mike: Lauren, this is worth missin' the last innin' on the radio.

Lauren: I hope so, considering I haven't been able to sleep anyway with my stoach doing flips! Where WERE you guys, anyway? *pauses, seeing Micky laying on the couch* Oh my. Mike, what happened?! *Rushes to Micky's side and runs her fingers through his curls.*

Micky: *tries to smile; weakly* Babe...

Mike: It's a long story, Laur. We both got dosed by a demon and a witch. He got the worst of it. I'm hopin' I can sleep what I got off without Em knowin' it was anythin' besides a nightmare.

Lauren: *frowns, nodding* I want the WHOLE story from both of you tomorrow. For now, I have to figure out how to get Mick back to normal. This is gonna take more than just a kiss.

*Lauren places both hands on Micky's chest, causing him to gasp, but then his breathing finally returns to normal. She then moves her hands over more of his upper body in a manner resembling that of getting one's circulation moving. It's slow, but she eventually goes over his entire body, then blue lights a bandaid onto his neck to cover the cut.*

Micky: *groans, then blinks his eyes* Wow, you did, babe... *Smiles and sits up, then rubs at his limbs.* I really didn't wanna know how a rag doll feels up close and personal. *glances over at Mike* Well...

Mike: (Puts up a hand) Micky, it's all right.

Micky: *nods* Okay.

Lauren: *wraps an arm around Micky* You're both back, that's what matters. But, like I said, I want to hear the WHOLE story, no matter how long it is, tomorrow. Hear me?

Micky: *nods* Got it, babe.

Mike: Got it. (Looks at his watch) I'd better be gettin' home. With my luck, this is the one night Em decided to stay up late. (He pats Micky on the shoulder) I hope you feel better, Mick. I'll come back in the mornin' while Em's feedin' Katie to help with the explanations.

Lauren: Good. Now... *wraps her other arm around Micky* I am curious why I've felt...ah, hell, it's late, and we're all adults...why I've felt horny all evening? If you don't feel like answering that, you could help remedy that feeling.

Micky: *grins, leaning his forehead against hers* Consider the remedy challenge accepted.

Mike: Um...I think I'll leave now. (He blushes) Bye. (He hurries out the door before they can see his red face)

Lauren: Mike just left?

Micky: Yeah. Think he was blushing. (Grins) Anyway, let’s go take care of that remedy.

*There's a blue light as we fade out.*