(Micky continues down the hall. He notices there's fewer and fewer doors, until he finds one door left at the very end of the hall.)

Micky: Well, here goes nothing. *The door reveals a very large room, resembling a ball room, but it's completely barren of furniture. Micky steps inside. The door closes behind him. He pulls on the door, but it doesn't give. He turns back around and leans against the door as he slowly glances over the room."

Micky: Alone...I'm really alone...

*Fade out on Micky. Fade in on the devils' kitchen. Peter is tied to a chair at the table. Sheila and Alex sit on either side. There's a bowl of popcorn on the table, just out of Peter's reach...if he were to lean over and pluck out the popcorn with his mouth.*

(Sheila smirks as Peter, even under their control, eyes the popcorn.)

Sheila: Hungry, sweet Bard? Don't worry, we'll feed you as soon as we've had our fun with you.

Alex: Which could take a while.

Sheila: I'm so glad we got a hold of him. Right out from under the Knight's nose, too. (She looks at Alex) We'll have our fun with him, then take that lovely, innocent soul.

Alex: Sounds like a plan to me. (Smirks) What do you have in mind for the Bard?

Sheila: Why don't we take him and our popcorn into the Recreation Room, where you keep all your toys?

Alex: Good idea, Milady.

(Sheila takes Peter's arm, and they lead him into the room next to the kitchen...not noticing Micky wander into the room they just vacated.)

*They enter the rec room, which is filled with typical rec items, along with some atypical items.*

Alex: *rubs his hands together* Let’s see. Can't do much harm with a ping pong table, so we'll skip that.

Sheila: (Fingers his neck as she settles him down in an armchair) Shall we collar him first?

Alex: Perhaps we should, just in case.

(Sheila goes to a table and sorts through the items. She finally finds a heavy black leather collar and leash and fastens it around Peter's neck.)

Sheila: There. (Looks towards Alex) Do you want to go first?

Alex: I would love to. And I have a fun idea as well.*brings Peter over to "shooting range"* Here we go.

*Alex moves Peter into the range where the discs fly to be shot at. Peter is instructed to run around and TRY to not get hit. Alex has a certain gleam is his eyes as he describes the rules.*

Sheila: (Sits down with her popcorn) Don't hurt him TOO badly, Alex. I know what you've done to the slaves with this game.

Alex: They aren't real bullets. The worst they do is sting and cause bruises. Those slaves you've seen are the ones that dodge every shot. I jump the counter and beat them up myself! *picks up his gun* Okay, Bard, better get ready to run! *takes aim*

*For Pete's Sake begins as Alex starts shooting, specifically aiming for Peter. Peter runs, trying to avoid the shots the best he can, but does get hit every so often. He'll stagger a few seconds, then run again.*

(Peter occasionally eyes Sheila's popcorn, but he doesn't dare try to get it himself. Sheila continues eating, enjoying herself thoroughly.)

*Alex snitches a handful of popcorn.*

*Peter is clearly getting tired, but continues to run around.*

*As the song winds down, we see Micky wander into the rec room, behind the devils, who don't notice him yet. He sneaks up behind, having seen Peter running around in the shooting range. Micky then makes a mad dash into the shooting range, headed for Peter.*

Alex: *nearly drops the gun* How did he get out!?!?

Sheila: (Stands quickly, upsetting her popcorn in the process) What's he doing? Stop him!

Alex: *takes aim* Let’s see how a shot with some added power works. *pulls the trigger*

*The shot flies straight for Micky, who's almost reached Peter. He realizes he's the target and drops to the ground, groaning loudly as he hits. He rolls as the shot goes sailing over him. He pushes up and grabs Peter's arm. The camera closes in on them as Micky pulls what appears to be a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. He slaps one end onto Peter's wrist, and the other on his own. Micky pulls Peter along, despite Peter trying to make Micky stop.*

Alex: *fuming* Dammit! They're getting away!

Sheila: (Smirks) No, they're not. No one knows they're gone, do they?

Alex: I don't think so...

Sheila: There you go. (Evil smile) They’ll be back.

*Micky and Peter burst out of the shooting range and into a hallway.*

Micky: Peter, stop dragging your feet! Help me out a little here! *Sees the look on Peter's face. He's clearly not happy about being rescued* C'mon, Pete, don't tell me that hypnotizing junk worked!

(Peter glares at him and tries to go in the opposite direction.)

Micky: PetER!!! *tugs on the blond* I don't feel like staying here with a couple of horny devils!

(Peter ignores him and stays put.)

Micky: *steps up to Peter* Peter, I'm really sorry to have to do this. I hope you don't remember this later. *makes a fist and punches Peter square in the jaw. The blond slumps into Micky's arms.* Sorry Big Peter, it was for your own good. *He picks up Peter in a fireman's carry and runs down the hall.*

(Several handmaidens are already chasing after him, some wielding weapons.)

Micky: *sees the handmaidens; groans* Oh come ON! All I wanna do is get out of here! *attempts to concentrate; a few handmaidens drop as if they were bowling pins, others continue after him* That was interesting.

*One of the handmaidens throws their knife, which hits the wall right in front of Micky. He gives a girly scream!*

*Another handmaiden gets in front, blocking Micky's path toward the exit. The handmaiden twirls their sword like an expert. Micky sets down, the wrist attached to Peter's dangling. He uses his free hand to mimic the sword handling. The handmaiden runs at him. Micky sidesteps, causing the handmaiden to crash into the wall and knock themselves out.*

*Micky picks up Peter again and heads out the door as the devils enter the hallway. Micky finds the stairs & starts heading up.*

Micky: Man, Pete, what've you been eating lately?

*Micky reaches a set of wooden stairs leading to a trap door. He pushes the trap door open and pushes Peter onto the floor. He climbs up and closes the door after him. Micky stays on the floor a moment to catch his breath and realizes he's in a wine cellar.*

Micky: Well, now I know where the devils get their hooch from. All right, heavy Peter, c'mon.. *picks Peter up again and heads for the stairs; pushes through carefully and finds the main floor of a saloon* Great, like they won't notice me carrying Pete. Hm... *goes out*

(As Micky makes for the swinging doors, he hears a "Hey!" A demon holding a bar towel starts towards him.)

Micky: *grins* Hi, how ya doing?

Demon: Where you goin' with that slave, buddy?

Micky: Gonna take him to do some outside work.

Demon: No way, Buddy. Master says he's a special one an' they need him downstairs.

Micky: What're you talking about? I'm your Master, you moronic demon!

Demon: Where's your scars?

Micky: Had to cover them up. Long story.

Demon: And what about the fur on your face?

Micky: Can't a guy shave and not have it be a natural disaster?!

Demon: There's somethin' wrong here. I thought you said you'd be busy downstairs for days and you weren't to be disturbed under pain of death.

Micky: What's with the twenty questions? Can't I get a little air after some fun!?

Demon: (Smirks) You can go for weeks without coming up for air if the conquest is good enough.

Micky: *growls* I'M NOT ALEX! LET ME LEAVE, YOU BIG UGLY DEMON!

Demon: (Grabs a bottle) If you're not Alex, you ain't leavin', pal.

Micky: That's what you think!

(The demon runs at Micky with the bottle.)

Micky: Bye! *runs out of the saloon, Peter still over his shoulder*

Demon: Hey, come back here! (The demon chases him, but the nimble Micky is already halfway down the dusty street and into the desert) Damn. Master ain't gonna like this!

*Micky glances over his shoulder and, seeing the demon isn’t giving chase, he stops and puts Peter down. He then sits on the ground, breathing heavily.*

(Peter, who lays on the ground, begins to stir.)

Peter: (Groans; croaks) Micky?

Micky: Peter! *leans over him* Oh man, are you okay?

Peter: (Nods and winces as he slowly pulls himself to a sitting position) Yeah, I'm all right. My jaw hurts a little and I'm still kinda sore and bruised, and my chest hurts, but I’ll live. (He looks around) What happened? How did we get out here? The last thing I remember was looking at Alex's machine, and... (He whimpers)

Micky: *sighs* They hypnotized you. It's a long story. As for your jaw, I'm sorry.

Peter: (Frowns) My jaw? You did it? (Puts his head in his hand as well as he can) I don't remember a thing since that machine.

Micky: *puts a hand on Peter's shoulder* I had to do it, Pete. That was what snapped you out of being hypnotized.

Peter: (Nods) I understand. (Holds up his arm) How did this happen? Did the Devils...um... (Blushes)

Micky: Um, no, I did this. *now he blushes* I don't know how to open them.

Peter: So we're stuck like this?

Micky: Yeah. :P

Peter: (Faint grin) Well, at least I won't have to worry about losing you.

Micky: Or me losing you.

Peter: So...where are we, and how are we going to get home?

Micky: Well, this is the ghost town over the devils' hideout. *pauses* How's your thumbs feeling? *puts his up in a motion to hitch hike*

Peter: (Chuckles) They're fine. It's not like I haven't done this before. When I first came here from New York, my car broke down outside of Vegas and I had to hitchhike to LA. I just hope no one asks questions. We're handcuffed, and we look like we just got out of Vietnam.

Micky: *nods* You ain't kidding. *sighs* And we may as well get going. Who knows when someone will actually stop for us?

Peter: It took me over a week to get to LA...and it's not a week away from Vegas.

Micky: Exactly. And that's if we looked better than we do. *stands, wincing*

Peter: (Stands; also winces) Ow. No kidding. (Sighs and starts to head for the road) Come on.

*"Little Red Rider" begins as the guys get to the highway.*

(Peter sticks out his thumb as a car comes, trying to keep the hand with the handcuff out of sight as much as possible.)

*Micky looks on, the handcuffed hand behind him, holding Peter's back as well.*

(The first car goes by without so much as a glance, leaving the boys coughing in the puff of smoke it leaves behind.)

*Micky raises a fist and rants and raves. Peter lowers his fist and admonishes him.*

*Another car comes along, slowing as it nears the guys. It seems to pass them in slow motion...with a full moon pressed to the window. Peter looks shocked. Micky looks like he's trying not to laugh.*

(We get another car, which seems to slow...then tomatoes and paper cups are thrown out the windows at the guys. Peter licks his face and grins - home-made tomato sauce! Micky's not as amused, though, and Peter just barely manages to stop him from charging after the car.)

*A pick up truck slows as it nears the guys and stops just in front of them! The guys go over to the passenger window, then back off when they realize the driver is a kid joyriding! The truck peels out, fishtailing as sirens are heard. The guys watch two police cruisers go whizzing by.*

(The next car is driven by a beautiful woman in a red Camaro. She passes by slowly, tossing her hair and teasing the boys, but she doesn't stop.)

*A beat up station wagon that looks like it flew through the air and crash-landed rattles it's way past the guys, moving so slowly that they can hear the family riding in it singing. It doesn't stop, either.*

*As the song ends, an eighteen-wheeler comes along and slows. The truck is hauling large cement cylinders on its flatbed. The guys go up to the passenger side.

Micky: Um, excuse me, we're trying to get to Malibu Beach, California. Would it be possible for us to hitch a ride with you?

Driver: (A portly, grey-bearded fellow in a brown cap and white shirtsleeves pops his head out; British accent) Lookin' for a ride there, fellows?

Peter: Yes, please! Can you do it?

Driver: Normally I'm not allowed to take passengahs, but you boys look like you could use a lift. As long as you're out before my boss sees you, there can't be any 'arm in it.

Micky: Thank you so much! We really appreciate this!

Driver: You're welcome. There's one catch, though. I'm a little strapped for space up front, so if you don't mind... (Points around back)

Micky: Oh, sure! That's fine! Thanks again!

*Peter waves his thanks and gets tugged along as Micky heads for the flatbed. He climbs on and helps Peter do the same. They pick one of the middle cylinders.*

Peter: Wow Micky, this is fun! I've never ridden in a truck like this before! I can't wait to tell Valerie!

Micky: *grins* This is definitely interesting! Check out of the scenery! *points out one side as the truck starts forward*

Peter: (Watches as beautiful desert vistas go by) Wow!

Micky: Man, I'm just glad someone finally stopped. We seriously need to get home as quick as possible.

Peter: I wish we had a way to contact the girls. They took my communicator.

Micky: And I lost my watch in the explosion. *shows the shallow cut on the top of his wrist*

Peter: I hope they're ok.

Micky: Considering we're both conscious and aware and not under the devils' control, I'm sure they have to be feeling better than they probably were.

Peter: But they don't know that we're on our way home. What if they try to come for us?

Micky: *opens his mouth and pauses that way* ...Oh...

Peter: Micky, what are we going to do? I don't want the Devils to hurt them! They've done enough to US!

Micky: *rubs at his temples* I don't know. I guess we could try our powers, or somehow get to a phone.

Peter: We'll use the first phone booth we find in LA. Do you have any change? They must have stripped my pockets after the explosion.

*Micky turns out his pockets, frowning.*

Peter: We'll call collect, then.

Micky: *sighs* So...now what?

Peter: Unless that nice man has a car phone, (he leans back) we enjoy the ride.

Micky: I'm taking a nap, then. *leans back as well and closes his eyes*

Peter: (Shakes his head) I'm going to sit and think for a while. It's so beautiful out here. (He smiles as his friend goes to sleep) Night, Mick.