Everyone ready to finish this one off?

Mike: Before we GET finished off. :p

Peter: Please! :o

Micky: Definitely.

Lauren: The sooner, the better. :P

Davy: Wot she said.

(We open in the Montgomery House. Mike sits in his favorite chair. Micky is sprawled on one side of the couch, Emma on the other. Peter is spread out in another chair. Davy and Lauren sit on the floor with the kids. Micky has Leah in his lap.)

Bob: Hey, guys. Micky and Peter, how are you feeling after surviving a car explosion and hormonal devils?

Micky: *makes a face* I'm still sore. Got a few bruises that won't go away, too.

Peter: Same here. Sore, achy, and bruised in places I didn't know I could be bruised. The girls took us to the hospital after we got back and I found out my ribs are slightly cracked. It's not bad enough that the pain is unbearable, but it's not fun, either.

Mike: Rubbed a little where I was tied, but Sheila wouldn't let anyone do anythin' worse to me. (Mutters) She was gonna save it all for later.

Micky: You wouldn't have wanted to see the look on the doc's face when he checked out me and Pete.

Davy: Are you sure it wasn't just because 'e 'ad to look at your face, mate?

Micky: *tries to reach out to swat Davy, but cringes & pulls his arm back* Ow. I'll get you back for that remark when I don't hurt so much.

(Emma and Peter laugh. Mike snorts.)

*Lauren rolls her eyes.*

Peter: (Holds his rib cage and makes a face as he finishes laughing) Ow.

Mike: No dirty jokes for a while, Mick. Pete can't laugh. ;)

Micky: Pete doesn't laugh at those jokes anyway. It's the other jokes that'll cause problems.

Davy: Maybe you should keep your mouth shut, Mick.

Micky: Maybe you should, Dave.

Lauren: Children, I know you're catching up on lost time, but knock it off, okay? :P

Mike: Yeah, you're actin' worse than the real children. I don't hear them bickerin' over every little thing.

Davy: Okay. Sorry, Mick.

Micky: Sorry, Dave. (Frowns) Waitaminute, I got a question. I just thought of something. *turns to Davy* No comments!

*Davy just holds his hands up, not saying anything.*

Emma: Ok, Mick, shoot. (Grins as Mike raises an eyebrow) Not literally.

Micky: Yeah...well, I was wondering around the hallways at the ghost town complex. There was a whole bunch of foliage that grabbed at me. It had almost completely covered me, then it started falling away like someone was chopping at it... :-/

Lauren: I...might've had something to do with that. All I know is I saw the visual, and that was the first thing I thought of. So that really happened, then?

Micky: Wow. Freaky.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. I wonder if we can all do that?

Emma: We can. That's how we ladies helped you guys out of that crazy computer Alex trapped you in last year.

Mike: Yeah. Come to think of it, we've done it too, though I don't think we knew it. We helped you guys with that ice maze in New England a few years back.

Emma: We can visualize when our soulmates are in trouble, as long as one or the other has working Imagination Power...and we can send power to help out.

Micky: I know mine sure as heck wasn't working at that point.

Lauren: I'm just glad that we knew you were alive, because the news reports were horrible.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. It was all over the noon news.

Peter: Valerie's at Headquarters now, setting up a press conference to make sure every news outlet knows by tomorrow that we survived a car bombing set up by insane fans and that we're battered but alive.

Micky: I tried to get her to say that we returned from the grave, but she just rolled her eyes and groaned. *shrugs*

Lauren: Mick... *groans*

Peter: But we didn't, Mick!

Mike: (Looks at Micky) Although you did once, sorta.

Micky: *makes a face* Ugh, don't remind me.

Lauren: Micky, I think you might've hit your head in the accident. Are you sure the doctor said you don't have a head injury?

Micky: Positive. Uh, who're you again? *snickers*

*Lauren kicks him lightly.*

Micky: *laughing* Owww. That was a bruise.

Davy: 'E sounds fine to me.

Mike: (As Emma laughs and Peter laughs as much as he can) Yeah, sounds fine to me, too.

Bert: So, where did the idea for this one come from?

Emma: (Points to Lauren) This one is totally on her.

Lauren: What can I say? I was inspired by wrestling.

Davy: Wot the 'eck does wrestling 'ave to do with car explosions?

Lauren: You've never watched WWE programming, have you?

*Davy just rolls his eyes.*

Lauren: They'd HAD what could've been a great storyline where the CEO was supposed to have just gotten into a limo that exploded. Well, unforeseen circumstances ended the story abruptly, so I borrowed it for us.

Emma: Considering how hastily we conceived this one, I think it came out extremely well. In fact, this probably holds the record for the shortest amount of time from idea to actual main story. I think Lauren came up with this idea last month or the month before.

Lauren: It was near the end of June, so a little over a month. About six weeks, I think.

Bob: What happened to the story you were going to do this month?

Emma: This month's original story, "The Great Big Slumber," has been moved around our schedule a couple of times. It’s planned for January at the moment.

Micky: I'm not so sure I like that title.

Emma: Nahh, you'll like it when we get to it. Matter of fact, you get to be the hero of that one.

Micky: Me? Really? :D

Emma: Yup.

Lauren: There it goes, straight to his head.

Mike: Great, it'll be puffed up until January.

Micky: Hey!

Emma: (Nods at the gathering storm clouds on the horizon) Those clouds should give you a hint about next month's story.

Peter: We're doing a story about clouds?

Emma: (Rolls her eyes) No, we're going to do a dramatic story about a flood. No devils, no explosions, and the only crazy gadget will be Ursula. The devils will reappear later in the fall. Like "Hotel California," this is essentially the first part of a two-part story. Look for the second half in November.

Micky: See? I KNEW it was a good idea to make Urse able to float!

Emma: When Lauren suggested this idea, I thought it would be a great way to further explore Sheila and Alex's ghost-town hide out and find out what it is they DO there besides make handmaidens and make crazy computers.

Mike: This story only confirms that I don't wanna know what they do there.

Peter: I now know more than I want to about those two.

Micky: My thoughts exactly.

Emma: Like it or not, guys, they're major characters, and we generally only see them when they're picking on you.

Micky: Well, THAT put my mind at ease.

Mike: By the way, my threat from last month still stands. If either of those Devils tries to touch us inappropriately ever again, male OR female, I will ring their necks.

Micky: Then you owe them something for both of us.

Bob: So, what was your favorite part?

Mike: Kickin' demon and handmaiden ass.

Micky: Surviving.

Peter: Being a ghost!

Lauren: Showing off my wrestling moves.

Davy: The popcorn fight was groovy.

Emma: Spending quality time with the kids and Mrs. Marion.

Mike: Darlin', why did you write yourself out again? I miss you when you ain't in the stories!

Emma: Someone had to help Mrs. Marion with the kids. (Sighs and looks at her stomach) Besides, I'm more than half-way through my pregnancy, and I don't really want Alex and Sheila to mess with our child again.

Peter: Mrs. Marion? What does she...

Mike: Pete, we told her everythin' we could get away with explainin'. We had to tell SOMEONE. We needed her to watch the kids...and we needed advice on how to get past the Devils. Every time we send an army out after them, they end up almost grabbin' all of us.

Emma: I thought it was time we had a human mentor again. As fond as I am of Ursula, we can't see her all the time.

Micky: I could fix that.

Lauren: Mick, no.

Mike: Mick, leave her in the car for now. She's happy there, and she makes herself visible when we need her to.

Emma: Besides, Mrs. Marion's a nice lady, she's seen a lot of unusual things most people haven't, and the kids adore her. (Looks at Micky) And Micky adores her cooking.

Mike: How often are you over there snitchin' cookies an' meat loaf?

Lauren: Every chance he gets.

Micky: Yeah. ;)

Bob: Speaking of the kids...how's the gang?

Katie: I'm a cowgirl! My Indian friend n’ I are gonna save the nice Sheriff from the bandit!

Jordan: I'm the Sheriff! The bad Bandit put me in a cave, an' he's gonna blow me away!

Little Mick: I'm the bad bandit!

Shelly: I'm the nice Indian!

Peter: They're having a great time. (Looks at Micky and Lauren) Val and I talked this over, and we were wondering if you two would like to stay a few more days while Micky and I recuperate. It could be a mini-vacation. We have that huge backyard and the ballroom and Jordan's playroom for the twins to play in, and there's tons of food.

Micky: Oh, Pete, that would be fantastic! Frankly, I really don't think I could handle the kids jumping all over me right now.

Lauren: Thank you, Peter, we really appreciate that.

Peter: It'll give them plenty of room and other things to jump on. We had a small playground built for Jordan two months ago. (Makes a face) I don't think I could handle the kids jumping on me, either, even Jordan.

Emma: Micky, let's let you finish this one off. You're the one who ultimately saved everybody with that brilliant invisible paint idea.

Mike: And it worked, too. Who'da thunk?

Micky: Thanks, Mike. *grins at the camera* Everyone have a great August. We'll see you again in September! Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! (Fade out on the parlor room of the Montgomery House.)

(Cut to a close-up of Micky in a cowboy hat and his normal clothes. He carries a toy gun.)

*Micky spins the gun on his finger, then tries to holster it, but ends up sticking it in his pocket instead.*

(Cut to Mike in his all-black gunslinger outfit from "Here Comes The Monkees," "Monkees In A Ghost Town," and "Wild West Monkees." He also has an obviously toy gun. He snickers when Micky sticks his gun in the wrong place. He spins his and tries to holster it, but gets his tangled in his belt. He ends up undoing the belt, and his pants fall down.)

*Davy rolls his eyes at Mike and Micky's gun mis-handling. He pulls two toy guns, spins them, and holsters them. He grins...then gets lassoed. He turns to see Micky holding the other end of the rope, smirking.*

(A toy arrow lands at Micky's foot. Peter, dressed in his hippie Indian costume from "Monkees In Texas," beams and holds out another one.)

*Micky lets go of the rope and picks up the arrow. There's a blue light around it. When it clears, the arrow is rounded. Micky settles the rounded arrow on his head, making it look like he'd been shot through by the arrow.*

(Peter bursts into laughter...but then groans a little. His ribs are still tender.)

(Mike rolls his eyes and "shoots" Micky.)

*Micky puts both hands on his chest, as though he'd been hit. He staggers around a bit, then falls to the ground. Upon contact, he winces, clearly aggravating some bruises, but he continues to do his dying act. After several moments, he finally stops and remains still.*

*Davy made a face at the "death" scene, rolling his eyes. He's clearly saying, "What a ham."*

(Mike just shakes his head. Peter claps his hands vigorously.)

(There's more clapping as the camera pans to the right to reveal the guys had an audience. The twins, Katie, and Jordan laugh and clap for their daddies.)

Katie: You're so funny!

Jordan: Do more! Do more!

Micky: *lifts his head* Any requests?

Shelly: *jumps on Micky* I wanna be the sheriff!

Micky: *winces* Ooooff! Shel, I think you're finally getting as heavy as your brother.

*Shelly laughs and keeps pouncing on Micky, who's starting to look pained.*

Davy: *seeing Micky's discomfort* 'Ey, Miss Shelly, come 'ere! Wanna see 'ow a real gunslinger twirls 'is guns?

Shelly: *nods, climbing off of Micky* Can I? Can I?

*Micky moans.*

Mike: You won't see it from him, then.

Katie: I'm a cowgirl! (Looks at her father) Right, Daddy?

Mike: 'Course, little darlin'.

Jordan: Can I shoot the bow n' arrow, Daddy?

Peter: (Hands it to Jordan) Of course, little man.

Little Mick: *climbs on a short wall, pretending it's a horse* Ride 'em, cowboy! Yee haaaaa!!!

Katie: (Runs around the group, chanting) I'm a cowgirl! I'm a cowgirl!

Mike: Whoa, cowpokes! Before we head out west, why don't we all take our naps?

Katie: Awww!

Jordan: (Yawns) Ok.

Mike: Come on, little cowpokes. We'll play Western again after your naps. 'Sides, your Daddies have some rehearsin' to do in the ballroom, since we're all here.

Shelly: Okay.

Little Mick: I'm not tired!

Katie: Me neither.

Micky: *kneels carefully next to his son* The sooner you take your nap, the sooner we can play cowboy again, and the sooner we can have supper.

Little Mick: Supper! Okay, Daddy, I'll take my nap.*hugs Micky*

Davy: Bribes 'em with food. Big surprise.

Katie: No nap!

Mike: Food don't work with Katie. (Looks at his daughter) Little darlin', if you don't take your nap, Mama's gonna be awful upset, and you know how she's been cryin' and carryin' on lately.

Katie: 'Causa the baby?

Mike: Right. Mama gets real upset when she has a baby in her tummy, and you don't want Mama to be upset, right?

Katie: (Sighs) Ok.

Peter: (Sighs; to Micky, softly) And Mike guilt-trips them.

Micky: I can see that.

Mike: (Smiles and takes his daughter's hand) Come on, darlin'. You're always gonna be my little cowgirl.

Katie: Really, Daddy?

Mike: (As they go upstairs) Really.

(Cut to a dim room upstairs. It's the nursery in the Montgomery House. There are now four little beds and a crib, along with baby and toddler toys, shelves of books and records, and a record player. Leah and Lizzie sleep peacefully in the crib. Katie lays in her bed, but she doesn't sleep. She finally turns to Shelly in the next bed.)

*Mick fidgets with his pillow.*

Katie: "Shelly? Hey Shel, are you awake?"

Shelly: *her eyes pop open* Yup. I'm not tired.

Katie: I'm not, either. I just went because I didn't want Mama and Papa to be mad.

Jordan: (Pops one eye open sleepily) Huh?

Mick: *sits up and folds his arms* I'm hungry!

Katie: You're always hungry! You know our Daddies won't let us have supper until we've taken our naps.

Jordan: (Closes his eyes again) Uh-huh. Why 'ya always hun'gry, Mick?

Mick: Daddy says I'm a growing boy! *puffs out his chest*

Shelly: Good grief.

Katie: Yeah, you're growing, all right. You're gonna get bigger than Mama if you keep eating so much, and Mama has a baby in her tummy!

Mick: No, I won't!

Jordan: (Yawns) That's nice.

Shelly: He's still skinny. Mommy says he'll be skinnier than Daddy. *chuckles*

Katie: I won't wanna sleep, and I don't wanna eat! I wanna play Cowboys n' Indians again!

Jordan: We can't. We'll wake up the babies, an' our daddies will be mad.

Mick: I've got an idea! We could tell a story about cowboys!

Katie: Ok! That should work, as long as we don't make a lot of noise and wake up Leah and Lizzie!

Jordan: (Sleepily) Ok.

Katie: Who's gonna go first?

Mick: Me! (He begins) It was a warm, sunny day. Tumb...tumle...tumweeds...

Shelly: *grinning* Tumbleweeds?

Mick: Yeah, what she said were rolling by...

*We switch to a shot of Little Mick in western garb, watching the tumbleweeds go by.*

Mick: We should have tumbweeds... *Shelly says "tumbleweeds" from somewhere...* ...Yeah, those. We should have races with them.

Katie: (Comes out on the porch; she wears a little blue-and-white cowgirl outfit, a feminine and less showy version of her father's costume from "Nightmare Revolutions" and "Monkee Masquerade") Yeah. I bet it would be fun!

Mick: That's two votes!

Shelly: *joins them; she wears a sheriff's outfit* I've got a badge!

Katie: I've got a (she holds up a pie) cream pie! I'm the best cream pie shot in all of Malibu County!

Mick: Watch where you're aiming that!

Katie: Sorry! I'm gonna take down some bad bandits! They've been stealing candy from all the candy shops in town! I'm the best pieslinger the west ever knew! I can take down a bad guy with one hand behind my back!

Shelly: I heard those bandits are tough!

Katie: But I'm tougher!

Mick: I believe her.

(Two figures ride up to the Sheriff's office. It's Mike in his blue-and-white cowboy costume and Emma in a brick red gown that does not hide her growing pregnancy. Mike has a large badge on his suit that says "Marshall.")

Mike: Sheriff Dolenz, I'm Marshall Nesmith, and this is my wife, Em. We came here to tell you the baddest bandits in all Malibu County just blew up the safe at the Ninth National Candy Bank and stole all the candy in the county, and we need your help to stop them! (Looks at Emma) Did I have to say that? I feel like a dork.

Emma: This is their round robin, dear. Just play along.

Shelly: Oh no! That's awful!

Mike: They stole all the candy, and they took the guy who runs the bank, too. He's a real nice guy. His mama and papa are Indians who live aroun' here, and sometimes, he plays piano at the bandstand for everybody. (Mike rolls his eyes at the corny dialogue when the kids aren't looking)

Katie: (Frowns) Oh, I know him! His name is Mr. Jordan Thorkleson, and he's my best friend ever! I have to help him! (She holds up her pie)

Shelly: *motions to herself and Mick* We can help! We'll get Jordan back and stop those bad bandits!

Mick: Then we can have pie!

Mike: Right. AFTER your naps.

Katie: Come on, guys! Let's save Jordan!

(We launch into "Oklahoma Backroom Dancer" as the kids run out to the street. Mike and Emma just watch them, Emma laughing, Mike rolling his eyes and muttering.)

(The kids all ride out in a little cart, pulled by a small brown pony. Katie holds a stack of cream pies in the back.)

*We see two figures in black, one taller, the other shorter, sneaking around in the background.*

(Two Indians whoop around by a large tee-pee. It's Valerie and Peter in versions of Peter's hippie Indian costumes. Valerie explains that they're angry that the bad Bandits stole their son and all their candy, and they want to help them! Peter cries as Valerie points them in the direction of the bandits.)

(The kids wave at Davy and Daphne. Daphne holds Lizzie, and Davy has a huge bucket of popcorn. They sit in theater seats on the side of the road, watching everything that goes on.)

*One of the dark figures snitches a box of JuJuBees from Davy.*

(Cut to a small cave on the edge of a "canyon" that looks like four-year-olds drew it. Jordan sits in a cave in the canyon on a crate of candy. He wears a little suit that was once neat, but is now dirty and stained, and his face is smudged with dirt. He's very, very scared!)

*We see the shorter figure reveal herself as Lauren. She folds her arms and glares at the other, who turns out to be Micky. Micky is surrounded by candy wrappers, some eaten, some used to make the giant gingerbread house he stands in front of!*

(The pony cart arrives, and the kids all jump out. Katie starts throwing pies at everything and everyone!)

(Jordan squeals and ducks behind a crate of candy.)

*Micky stands in front of the gingerbread house, protecting it.*

(Peter and Valerie arrive shortly after, followed by Davy, his family, and their popcorn. Valerie runs in front of Micky. This man wanted to build a gingerbread house! That's why he took the candy!)

(Jordan runs to his daddy. No, the bandits weren't mean. They gave him lots of candy!)

(Katie harrumps. Aw, she wanted to be a pieslinger!)

(Mike and Emma arrive. Mike asks Sheriff Shelly if she wants him to book 'em.)

*Shelly shakes her head. They had good intentions, even if they did go about it the wrong way.*

(Everyone cheers. Katie and Emma give out the pies for lunch instead of throwing them. Peter hugs Jordan, who gives his daddy a kiss. Davy, Daphne, and Lizzie cheer and eat popcorn.)

(Fade out on the song and the western sketch set; fade in on the Montgomery House Nursery. The four Monkees peer in the room, but the kids are sound asleep.)

Mike: I coulda sworn...

Peter: See, Mike? I told you they were sleeping!

Micky: *shakes his head* Mike, you aren't alone.

Mike: Well, come on. Let's get supper together, then wake them up. We'll let them have their nap.

*Micky's stomach growls.*

Davy: Shhh! Mick, you'll wake them up!

Micky: Sorry.

(The guys head out. As they do, three pairs of eyes pop open, and we hear some giggling before the eyes close again and we fade out on the peaceful scene.)

(Fade in on the credits as "Oklahoma Backroom Dancer" continues over scenes from the "production." We end with the screen shot of all the families in front of the gas station from "Riders On The Storm" and the words "A Raybert Production.")