Everyone ready to find out what happened to the guys?

Valerie: Yes! :o

Mike: Man...

Lauren: YES! :-O

Davy: Wot in the world...

(We open in the familiar yellow parlor room of the Montgomery House. Jordan plays with blocks on the floor, while Valerie sets up cookies, juice, sandwiches, and snacks for her visitors. Once in a while, she'll stop and sniffle or wipe her eyes on her sleeve, but she'll see Jordan out of the corner of her eye and go back to what she was doing.)

*The doorbell rings.*

Valerie: I'm coming! (Pats Jordan's head) Jordan, could you be a sweetie and stay there while Mommy gets the door?

Jordan: (Nods) 'Kay. :)

Valerie: (From out in the hallway) Hi, Lauren. Want me to get Leah's diaper bag?

Lauren: Yeah, thanks. *her smile is obviously forced*

Valerie: (Sigh as they come closer) I guess you haven't felt anything more, either.

Lauren: *shakes her head* No.

Valerie: (As they enter the room) Peter's not right. There's something strange about him. He's alive, I know that much, but he's bruised, sore, voiceless, and isn't thinking too clearly. I feel like I've been trying to think through soup for most of the day.

Lauren: *raises an eyebrow* You too?

Valerie: (Nods) Yes.

Jordan: (He grins a familiar Tork grin when he sees the twins) Hi! Come play!

(Valerie's eyes get misty when she sees that smile...)

Little Mick: Let’s play!

Shelly: Yeah!

Jordan: (Holds up a block) I makes a tower!

Little Mick: Can I make one, too?

Shelly: You just wanna make one so you can knock it down.

Little Mick: *nods* Yeah ;)

Jordan: Ok. Here! (Hands Mick a block)

Lauren: *hugs the sleeping Leah to her chest* Man...*sniffs*

Valerie: Lauren, we'd be happy to have you and the kids stay here until...well, for now.

Lauren: I'd like that...uh, we'd like that.

Valerie: (Calls to the kids on the floor) Micky? Shelly? Would you like to stay with Aunt Valerie and Jordan for a few days? We have this big house with that big yard outside, and sometimes we get lonely.

*The twins cheer.* :D

Jordan: Yay! :D

Lauren: I think that's a yes.

(There's another knock on the door.)

Mike: Hey, Val?

Valerie: You can come in. It's open. (Valerie rolls her eyes, then turns to Lauren) I'm sure they'd figure out a way to imagine it open, anyway.

(Mike, Katie, Emma, and Barbara Marion, their elderly neighbor, comes in next. Katie runs right over to the trio playing blocks.)

Katie: Oooh, you're buildin'! Can I play, too?

Jordan: Sure!

Mike: (Sits in his favorite big armchair; he looks haggard. Emma sits on the other side of Lauren) Hi, girls.

Emma: Oh honey... (Emma gives Lauren as big of a hug as she can without waking Leah; she's crying)

Lauren: Thanks, Em.

Mike: Man, I can't believe this...

Mrs. Marion: (Puts her hand on Lauren's shoulder) I offer my condolences to both of you.

Lauren: Thanks. *sniffs again*

*Davy and Daphne come in with Lizzie.*

Mike: Oh good, we're all here.

Lauren: "All..." :(

Mike: Well, as many of us can be here at the present moment.

Mrs. Marion: (Sighs) I wish there were something we could do. (Looks at Valerie and Lauren) There's still a chance that they're alive, right? You said they never found the bodies.

Lauren: *nods* Yeah.

Valerie: (Softly) There's more than a chance they're alive, Mrs. Marion. We KNOW they're alive.

Mrs. Marion: (Frowns) But how...

Davy: Luck? *mutters so only Mike can hear, whom he's nearest to* Or imagination power...

Mike: (Softly; to Davy) That's what I think, too. (Out loud, to Mrs. Marion) That's what we're gonna try to explain to you. It's really kinda complicated.

Mrs. Marion: What is? How do you know they're alive?

Valerie: Mrs. Marion, we can...feel it.

*Lauren nods.*

Mrs. Marion: You can feel it.

Valerie: We're all connected with our significant others that way.

Mrs. Marion: Soulmates?

Lauren: Yes.

Mike: How did you...

Mrs. Marion: I read a lot. Most of it is Gothic romance, but I dig into fantasy and science fiction on occasion.

Davy: That's good. It'll make it easier to believe.

Mike: I think the best way to explain would be to show, not tell. (He concentrates. The keys to the MonkeeMobile appear in a dark blue light)

Mrs. Marion: (Eyes widen) Oh my...

*Lauren adjusts Leah to free one hand, then holds out her hand and concentrates. Micky's drumsticks appear. Her lip quivers.*

Emma: We can all do it, Mrs. Marion. Even the kids.

Mrs. Marion: I see. Is this something you were born with, like Superman, or were you chemically enhanced, like Spider Man?

Mike: (Faint grin) You never struck me as a comics fan, Mrs. Marion.

Mrs. Marion: (Chuckles) I've borrowed them from Micky.

Emma: (Hugs Lauren and Leah, then adds) We were born with it. It's been passed down for over 500 years. It's a really long story.

Davy: If we evah 'ave a free week, we'll tell it to you.

Mrs. Marion: (Grins) I'll be waiting for that. (More serious) So, these powers allow you to feel your loved ones?

Mike: Yeah. We know when they're in danger or in trouble.

Valerie: And the boys are definitely in danger.

Mrs. Marion: If you're so sure, do you have any idea of whom would blow the car to hell and gone?

Davy: Intahresting choice of words.

Mike: Yeah, I think we do. (Looks at the room in general) Have you guys been gettin' the devil stomachache lately?

Emma: I thought that was just my pregnancy.

Lauren: Yeah.

Mrs. Marion: Devil stomachache?

Daphne: It's like a warning...uh...

Valerie: Mrs. Marion, do you believe in the Devil?

Mrs. Marion: Devil? I'm assuming you don't mean the horns-and-cape variety you see at Halloween.

Davy: Not quite.

Mike: Long story short, the guy most people knew as the Devil and his niece were after us for our powers and (makes a face) our good looks. We took out the older Devil about four years ago, and his niece and her minions have been chasin' us ever since.

Mrs. Marion: I'd ask you if you were serious, but the last time I saw faces as serious as yours was right after the Battle of Okinawa.

Mike: We are dead serious, Mrs. Marion. Everythin' we tell you today has to be kept secret. Lord only knows what the media would do to us if this broke out.

Mrs. Marion: The niece is after your powers?

Davy: Among othah things.

Valerie: (Nods) And Peter is especially attractive to her. He has other powers he was born with in addition to the ones we all share. He can sense emotions in other people. He sees them as lights around the person he calls auras.

Mike: (Growl) He has the most innocent, gentle soul of all of us, too. The Devils have been after him since we first got together in the winter of '66. We didn't realize it at the time, but they went to people they'd worked with before, some of them pretty weird, and sicced them on us. (Looks at the others) I can name a thousand times Zero was onto us and we probably didn't even know it. Remember the Gypsies, or the guys with the monster they wanted to sing? Or how about that Middle Eastern country whose princess was real interested in Davy?

Davy: The Aliens, Wizard Glick...

Mike: (Looks at Davy) Didn't you guys say some European ballerina went after Peter, and we almost lost him that time?

Davy: Yeah. *snickers* Micky in that chicken costume...

Mrs. Marion: They seem to like their minions imaginative. I feel like I've walked into an episode of one of those cliffhanger mystery serials from when I was a girl. (Chuckles) And I'd love to see Micky in a chicken costume. It would certainly be interesting.

Mike: Yeah, I missed that one, too. I was recoverin' from tonsillitis at the Pad durin' that. I didn't know the whole thing happened 'till the guys told me about it later.

Davy: Which Mick shared all in one breath. I still don't know 'ow 'e did that.

*Lauren blows her nose.*

Mrs. Marion: Do you know where they are now?

Mike: Yeah, I think we do.

Valerie: I'll bet they have them in Arizona.

Mrs. Marion: How do you know that?

Davy: *shrugs* That's the usual spot.

Valerie: They live there. The current Devil, her companion, and their people built a home under an abandoned ghost town that was repaired by her company. (Pause) Have you heard of Past, Present, and Future Inc?

Mrs. Marion: (Nods) They're a huge antiques and building restoration company. One of the best in the business, I've heard.

Mike: Yeah...at takin' souls. They're owned by the Devil herself. The niece took over when we killed off ol' Beezlebub.

Mrs. Marion: (Eyes widen, but she nods) I see.

Mike: (Looks at the others) We've gotta go there. We're goin' to Arizona.

Mrs. Marion: Whoa. First of all, Mrs. Nesmith is in no condition to be going where there are devils. Second, what about your children?

Emma: We'll keep an eye on them while the others go after Micky and Peter. We've done this before.

Daphne: We know the drill.

Mrs. Marion: Perhaps it would be best if we worked on a strategy. If this Devil has Peter and Micky and knows how close all of you are, she must then assume the rest of you will follow.

Davy: Of course they're expecting us. They always expect us.

Mrs. Marion: (Grins) Then maybe we should do something they WON'T expect.

(Fade out as everyone but the kids, who build block towers, lean together. Fade in on Alex's room with the overstuffed couch and the stereo system. A blanket with several lumps under it covers the couch. Sheila is sound asleep in a huge armchair, a bowl of popcorn in one hand.)

*A curly head emerges from under the blanket, followed by another. The camera cuts to a shot of Sheila sleeping, and when it pans back, Alex is standing, wearing only a pair of pants and grinning widely. Alex leans over Micky, who remains on the couch. He runs a finger across Micky's throat, giving him back his voice.*

Micky: *weakly* I hate you!

Alex: Hate me? I thought you were having fun! *glances at Sheila* Hmm. She fell asleep.

Micky: Guess she didn't think it was that great.

Alex: What? X(

Sheila: (Eyes flutter open) Hmmm? Huh? (Looks around her. Sees Alex and Micky and makes a face) Darn, I missed it.

Alex: *sighs* Ehh, don't worry. *points at one upper corner of the room* It's on film.

Micky: WHAT!? *cringes at being loud* Oww...

Alex: Did I forget to tell you?

Sheila: Want me to get one of the girls to make more popcorn?

Alex: Let’s wait on the popcorn for now. I have an idea for our favorite Savage. I'd like to show off a little trick I've been working on.

Sheila: What kind of little trick?

Micky: What're you gonna do?

Sheila: What are you up to, Alex?

Alex: *pulls Micky up; Micky is still clad only in his boxers* Follow me, Milady. I think you'll appreciate this.

Micky: I know it's cliché, but you're not gonna get away with this!

Alex: *wraps Micky's arm around his neck, then gives him a quick kiss on the lips* I love it when you're cliché! Now c'mon...

*Micky makes faces, obviously disgusted.*

(Sheila tries to hide her amusement at Micky's disgust.)

*The trio walks down a hall, then down a set of stairs. They stop at the bottom.*

Alex: Here we are. *props Micky against the wall* Now, whether you believe me or not, Savage, this floor is completely empty of anyone else. We're simply going to leave you down here to wander around aimlessly. There's no way to get out, so enjoy! *claps Micky's shoulder, then shoves him to the floor* Quick Milady, back out the door so I can seal off the floor.

Sheila: What do you mean, this floor is completely empty?

Alex: *as they go out the door and it closes behind them* There's no handmaidens, demons, or any other creatures. The Savage is completely ALONE.

Sheila: That's one of his major fears, isn't it?

Alex: Yes, it is. While he's occupied, we can have a little more fun with the Bard.

Sheila: Ahh, yes. I believe the handmaidens are currently attending to him. Let's relieve them, shall we?

Alex: Let’s.

*As the devils head upstairs, the camera switches back to the sealed off floor and Micky, who's just sitting up after being shoved down.*

Micky: Oh man. *glances around* There's no one else down here? I can't be the only one here. There has to be someone else...

*Micky stands, finally, wincing from the cuts, bruises, and devil-handling.*

Micky: All right. *opens the door nearest to him*

*"Mommy and Daddy" begins as Micky goes into the room. A light turns on when the door closes by itself to reveal that it's entirely covered inn mirrors! Micky rubs at his eyes, trying to remember which way he came in. The mirrors mess with him, making him think his reflections are jumping off the mirrors at him. Micky is finally able to push a mirror out and stumbles into a different hallway.*

(Micky next wanders into a room that seems to be one big jungle. He even wears his khaki outfit and pith helmet from "Head.")

(He wanders out of the jungle...and into a frozen wasteland. Micky now wears a heavy fur coat, mittens, and thick pants. He scoops himself a snow cone in a paper cup, and even adds cherry syrup. As he finishes his cone, he looks up...just in time to be buried by a pile of snow.)

*As Micky digs feverishly to get out, he notices the consistency of the snow changes. He's back in normal pants and shirt, and finds himself trying to dig his way out of a room full of popcorn!*

(A door bursts open, and Micky literally surfs out on a wave of popcorn!)

*The popcorn gives way to greenery. Vines seem to be growing out of everywhere, and they're reaching out for Micky! He moves away from one wall and leans against another. After a few moments, he looks down to find he's half wrapped in vines! As the song ends, he struggles, but the vines won't give!*

Micky: *yells* HELP! Anybody got a weedwhacker?

*As the vines wrap around Micky's chest, he notices they're starting to feel looser. He watches as they fall away from him as though someone was actually hacking away at them!*

Micky: What in the world?

*Once Micky is fully freed, he runs out of the greenery and looks back at it, breathing heavily.*

Micky: I can't stand this. I've gotta find a way out of here.