Ok, is everyone ready to go after Mick and Peter?

Valerie: Yes!

Mike: Hell yeah!

Lauren: Definitely!

Davy: And they bettah be in one piece! X(

(We open in one of the buildings in the ghost town. The building looks as if it were a shop at one time, with long shelves and a counter, but now seems to house the handmaidens. Five of the handmaidens break off from the others. Two go outside with the rest of the group. The remaining three duck behind the door as it slams shut. The remove their hoods to reveal Lauren, Daphne, and Valerie.)

Lauren: Well, we've gotten this far already. That's a good sign.

Daphne: We just got inside the door.

Lauren: *shrugs* It's a start.

Valerie: (Raises an eyebrow) You and Mick have definitely been spending too much time together lately.

Lauren: Yeah. Which makes me wonder, how're you feeling, Val? I've been feeling better for about the last hour or so.

Valerie: (Nods) So have I. Whatever they did to them, the boys seem to have recovered from it or fought it off. (Smiles) In fact, I feel quite nice.

Lauren: That's another good sign.

Daphne: I wonder what's going on. The devils wouldn’t just leave them alone.

Valerie: No. Maybe they got away and are roaming the halls or wandering around the underground complex.

Lauren: Oh, I hope so!

Valerie: Come on. It's more likely that they'd keep them below-ground. I know visitors are rare to this part of the desert, but you can never take too many chances. Even Sheila knows that.

Daphne: Right. We just have to figure out how to get down there.

Valerie: I'll bet any door in the building that used to lead to a tornado cellar probably goes to the complex now. (She demonstrates by flinging open a small, slanted door on one side of the building. It reveals a long, carpeted stairway.)

Lauren: Well, isn't that handy.

Valerie: It has to be. The devils aren't that stupid...plus, this area gets nasty sandstorms. They can’t have outside entrances for everything.

Daphne: Shall we? *motions to the stairway*

Valerie: Unless you want to go back out there and play follow the handmaiden, yes.

Lauren: Let’s go!

(As the ladies head into the complex, we cut to the group of handmaidens again. They're walking down a hallway in the complex. This time, two of the handmaidens break from the group and duck into a door. They remove their hoods, revealing Mike and Davy.)

Mike: Man, I can't believe we got roped into actually looking FOR the devils, instead of getting away from them as fast as we can.

Davy: Well, the odds are that if we find the devils, we'll find Micky and Petah.

Mike: (Sighs) We're supposed to be keepin' the devils busy while the girls find the guys. I can't believe I let Val and Lauren talk me into this.

Davy: They talked me into this, too, mate. We're not only do this for the girls, but for Petah and Mick, too. Who knows wot those devils 'ave done to them?

Mike: I know. (Sighs) I'm just scared, especially for Pete. It's his damn innocence the Devils are after. (Frowns) And I noticed somethin' a couple of months ago at the hotel...

Davy: Wot's that, Mike?

Mike: Alex tried to hypnotize me with some stupid watch, but it didn't register. The only thing he did was make me look at his ugly face more than I wanted to. I think Lauren mentioned it didn't work with her, either. (Grins) I think we're finally startin' to outsmart that bitch and her clone toy at their own game.

Davy: About time.

Mike: They've been pullin' these tricks for so long, our minds are used to them.

Davy: Yeah. Makes me wondah wot they might've tried on them this time?

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. (Looks left and right) Come on. Alex probably has a hundred labs and such around here. They have to be in one of them. (Concentrates - his broadsword appears in a dark blue light. He puts it in a holder on his back) Better get the weapons. We may need them here, especially if we're gonna keep the devils busy.

Davy: *concentrates; his rapier appears, sheathed on the side of his belt* Good idea.

Mike: Ok men...um, Dave...let's go. (They head out into the hallway, putting their hoods back up, and make their way into one of the rooms.)

*The room turns out to be the rec room where the devils played earlier with Peter.*

(The devils storm in shortly after the guys arrive. The guys immediately go to opposite ends of the room and try to look like they're supposed to be there.)

Sheila: Alex, I told you, losing them could be the best thing that happened to us!

Alex: And just how do you figure that, Milady?

Sheila: The rest of them don't know they've gotten loose. We have the Bard's communicator, the Savage's was gone before we found him, and their powers should still be fairly shaky from the explosion and our fun. They have no way of telling the others they've escaped. The other Guardians are probably on their way here as we speak, if they’re not already here.

Alex: Well, since you put it THAT way...

(Mike narrows his eyes under his hood and snorts as he messes around with the popcorn maker.)

*Davy rolls his eyes, hearing Mike's snort.*

(Mike smirks and nods at the popcorn maker as he adds more and more popcorn, more than it really needs.)

Sheila: When one or two disappear, three or four of the others will follow. We probably won't get the Scholar this time, due to her pregnancy, but the others...

Alex: Are fair game. *pauses* You know, I could go for some popcorn. You?

Sheila: Some more won't hurt us. It'll make for a nice snack while we await the arrival of our Guardian toys. (They go over to Mike, who immediately pulls his hood further over his face) So, how's the popcorn coming?

(Mike gestures at the popcorn maker...but Sheila can't see the big, sly grin under his hood.)

Alex: *looks at the machine* Is there something wrong with it?

*"Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow)" begins as Alex leans over the popcorn maker. The machine spits kernels out every, causing Alex to shield his face, but not before getting a facefull of them.*

(Mike jumps back as popcorn floods the room!)

*Davy also jumps back. They high five each other behind the devils' backs.*

(Mike, wading among the piles of popcorn, finally gives Alex an uppercut that knocks him flat on his back.)

*Davy trips Sheila, sending her flying backwards into the popcorn.*

(Mike grabs a handful of popcorn and shoves it in Alex's open mouth.)

*Alex just groans, some of the popcorn not staying in his mouth.*

(Mike and Davy watch as two of the demons actually swim through the popcorn, spitting it out and rubbing it on them and throwing it at each other.)

*Another demon surfs over the popcorn!*

(Mike shoves some popcorn down Sheila's shirt. She screams.)

*Alex gets back up, sputtering popcorn. He chases Davy.*

(Sheila chases Mike as well as she can in piles of popcorn. She finally takes hold of Mike's hood and pulls it down, revealing the grinning White Knight with a handful of popcorn.)

Mike: (Over the music) Want more, Sheila? I could find a couple of cows to give you about ten pounds of butter.

*Alex manages to grab Davy's hood and pull it down. The clone lets out a frustrated girly scream and continues after Davy, who keeps ducking under the popcorn and popping up somewhere else.*

Sheila: Enough of this! (She gives Mike a swift kick that lands him on the floor in popcorn)

Alex: *reaches into the popcorn and pulls Davy out* Ah HA!

Sheila: See, Alex? I KNEW if we caught two, the rest would come after them.

Alex: Yeah, but we still only HAVE two. :P

*Davy and Mike exchange glances. "Only two?"*

Sheila: They can't work without each other. The others will return.

*Alex counts on his fingers, but keeps messing up.*

Mike: (Growls) I get it. I heard some of your conversation back there. Micky and Pete escaped, didn't they?

Davy: *grins* Even aftah nearly being blown to bits, they still outsmarted you two!

Alex: *shoves a handful of popcorn into Davy's mouth* Have some more popcorn, Lord.

Mike: (Smirks) I underestimated those two. If they can figure out a way to bust outta here, they'll figure out a way to get us out under your dumb noses.

Alex: "Dumb?" I'll give you dumb!

Mike: Just try it.

*Alex swings a punch. It connects squarely with Mike's stomach, doubling him over.*

Alex: Looks like I tried it.

Davy: Mike, you okay?

Mike: (Puffing) Yeah. (He straightens up, still winded, and glares at Alex) Damn you, cheap imitation bastard!

Alex: Ooh, ow, that hurt my feelings. *rolls his eyes*

(Mike takes another swing at Alex, but he grabs Davy as Sheila lunges for Mike.)

Sheila: Now Knight, don't do that. (She makes black scarves appear on the ping pong table) We're really going to have to subdue you.

Alex: *smirks* Good.

Sheila: (Her fingers draw down Mike's arms) First of all, we must subdue you.

Davy: Leave 'im alone! 'E was provoked!

Alex: Shut up or you're next, short stuff.

*Davy grumbles.*

(Sheila pushes the struggling Mike onto the ping pong table. She reaches for the black scarves and yanks Mike's wrists over his head, then holds his legs between hers. When Sheila and the camera pull away, Mike is tied to the ping pong table, his hands strapped tightly over his head, his legs spread provocatively. He growls angrily through his gag.)

*Alex smirks.*

Sheila: (Heads over to Alex and Davy with the rest of the scarves) Now, for his little Lordship.

Davy: Back off, Devil Woman!

*Alex rolls his eyes and conks Davy on the top of his head. Davy sags to the floor, out cold.*

Sheila: Thank you, Alex. That little one is so feisty. It'll make this much easier.

Alex: You're welcome, Milady. *binds Davy to the table* There.

(Mike shakes his head, growling and yelling under the gag.)

Sheila: Leave their voices for now. We WANT the others to hear them. (Fingers Davy's face) You know, Alex, you didn't get a chance to enjoy his Lordship at the hotel this summer. I certainly had enough fun with him.

(Mike's eyes widen, and he roars under the gag.)

Alex: You know, you're right! *rubs his hands together*

Sheila: (Smirks at Mike) I'm saving you for later, White Knight. You're special.

(Mike roars again.)

Alex: I get first dibs?

Sheila: On the Lord of the Manor, yes. The Knight, on the other hand...

(Mike tries to nudge Davy awake, but he's too tightly bound.)

Alex: *makes a face* Nah, he's all yours. *pauses* Wish I hadn't knocked him out so quickly.

Sheila: You could always wake him up.

Alex: Good point. And I know just how to wake him.

*Alex leans over Davy and kisses him roughly, waking the Brit. As Davy squirms and growls, we cut to Micky and Peter in the truck. The flatbed eighteen-wheeler has reached Malibu Beach, near familiar surroundings. Micky continues to snore as the truck slows.*

Peter: Micky! Mick, we're home! (Shakes him awake)

Micky: Huh? Wha... *blinks; grins sleepily, not completely awake* Hi, Pete... :)

Peter: Micky, we're in Malibu Beach, on La Vieragas Avenue near the junkyard! We're home!

Micky: *his eyes open wide* Home! Oh, Pete, I've never heard such wonderful words! *wraps the blond in a hug, tugging at Peter's cuffed arm*

Peter: Me either, Mick! (Also hugs Micky, then laughs when he feels the tug) One of the first things we have to do is figure out how to get out of these. No offense Mick, but I'm not THAT attached to you.

Micky: *turns a light shade of red* Uh, yeah, sorry about that again.

Peter: You were trying to help. I don't mind, as long as we can find a way out. Maybe there's a skeleton key at the Montgomery House.

Micky: If not at yours, I know I have one at mine.

Peter: (Leans against a shack on the edge of the junkyard) Maybe we could try the Imagination Power. We've had a good rest, and I don't think anyone here will notice it.

Micky: *nods* Good idea. Let’s hope it works.

(Peter closes his eyes. There's a blue light. When it subsides, the boys stand in the main foyer of the Montgomery House, in their regular clothes, though they're still battered, bruised, and handcuffed.)

Micky: It worked! All right, Pete!

Peter: (Blushes) Well, I did what I could. At least it got us home and fixed our clothes.

Micky: I wonder if it would work on the cuffs?

Jordan: Daddy? (Before Mick can concentrate, the little auburn-haired boy runs over to his father) DADDY! (Yells into the house) Nana Barb’ra, Auntie Emmie, Daddy's home! My Daddy! :D

Peter: Hi, little man! (He lifts Jordan as well as he can with his handcuffed wrist)

Jordan: Hi, Daddy!

*The twins bolt straight for Micky, who kneels down before they have a chance to not just bowl him over, but Peter and Jordan as well.*

Little Mick and Shelly: DADDY!!

(Which makes Peter kneel down as well. He lets Jordan go and grins at the twins. Jordan grabs his side.)

Micky: *wraps his free arm around both of them* Rugrats! Boy, did I miss you two trouble makers!

*Little Mick hangs himself off Micky's neck with his hug. Shelly kisses Micky's cheek, then hugs his side.*

Emma: Guys? (She comes out, followed by Katie and Barbara Marion holding Leah) You're back, and in one piece, too!

Mrs. Marion: If I didn't see a few bruises, I'd never believe you were in an accident at all!

Katie: Uncles! (She runs for Peter and flings her arm around his neck) Hi, Uncle Peter n' Uncle Micky!

Peter: Hi, Miss Katie! (He takes Katie in one arm and Jordan in the other.) Oof! Boy, you kids are getting heavy!

Micky: *chuckles, undoing the younger Micky's headlock; stands, bringing Peter up with him* It's a really long story, Mrs. Marion. *leans over Leah* Hi, little miss! *he tickles her tummy with his free hand*

*Leah grabs a couple fingers and holds on.*

Micky: *laughs* She won't let me go!

Katie: She likes you! She won't let me go!

Emma: Guys, how did you get here? The others went after you!

Peter: (Eyes widen) What!?

Micky: *rolls his eyes, frowning* Oh no...

Mrs. Marion: David and Michael were going to distract Miss Saunders and her people, while the women were going to find YOU.

Micky: *turns to Peter* We have to go after them!

Peter: But how are we going to do it without getting caught again?

Micky: *eyes narrow* I have a few ideas...

(Cut to the garage of the Pad. The MonkeeMobile sits among three other cars and a motorcycle. The shelves are laden with car parts and tools, but unlike Micky's garage, there's no chemistry set or chemicals beyond spray paint and oil cans, and everything is in more-or-less decent order. There's a blue light, and the boys appear in the dark room.)

Peter: Are we in the Pad garage? (There's the sound of something clattering and falling over) Ouch! Ooh, that was my toe! Someone turn off the dark!

Micky: *drags Peter with him, feeling for the light switch* Hang on, it's here somewhere... *he finally finds it and sheds some light on their situation* There we go.

Peter: Micky, do you know where Mike keeps the keys for the MonkeeMobile?

Micky: No, but I know where I kept mine.

*Again, Micky drags Peter along, this time to the other side of the garage. He rummages behind a few things, then turns with a keying dangling from his fingers.*

Micky: *grins* Found 'em!

Peter: Great! (Grins) I'm glad they didn't take Ursula with them. I guess they didn't think they'd need her.

Micky: Me too. *they try to go opposite ways around Urse and tug on each other because of the cuffs* Oww...

Peter: Micky, we can't go anywhere until we get these off!

Ursula: (Her console lights up) Gentlemen...

Micky: Hiya, Urse!

Ursula: First of all, thank goodness you're safe. From the disgustingly happy vibes I'm receiving from my sister, I thought she had both of you well in her power.

Micky: Well, she came kinda close.

Peter: Micky says she had me for a while, but he saved me!

Ursula: Good. (Sighs) Unfortunately, the others had no idea you were safe. They took off for Arizona (mutters) and told me I'd be too "conspicuous" to bring along.

Micky: *frowns* That's why we're here now. We have to go get THEM!

Ursula: Well, jump in, gentlemen, and we'll save them from themselves and my sister together.

Peter: There's a slight problem with that... (Peter holds up their cuffed hands, blushing)

Ursula: How did that happen? One of Julia or Alex's little games?

Micky: Um, no, that was me. Long story.

*Urse pops her trunk. A thin-metal contraption appears. The guys hold up their cuffed wrists and watch, Peter wide-eyed and Micky grinning, as a laser beam cuts through the cuffs on each of their wrists. The cuffs clatter to the floor.*

Ursula: There. That was a good addition, Micky. I knew it would come in handy someday.

Micky: *still grinning* Thanks, Urse. I thought it would, too.

Ursula: All right, gentlemen. Micky, the garage door opener is on my left as you enter, near the button for the guided missiles.

Micky: *nods* Thank you!

Peter: (As he gets in the passenger side) Micky, what HAVE you and Michael been doing to Ursula?

Micky: *grinning like a kid in a candy store* Just some fine-tuning.

Ursula: I think you'll like it, Peter. Ok, Micky, let's go kick my sister's tail end back to London.

Micky: You got it, Urse! Yee haaaawww! *realizes what he just said, then laughs*

Peter: (Laughs, then does his best British accent) Right, mate!

*As the guys and Ursula laugh, Micky hits the garage door opener and pulls Ursula out onto the street. They head in the direction of Arizona.*