Everyone ready for the next part of the story?

Mike: Yeah. This is gettin' real interestin'...

Peter: I am.

Micky: You bet.

Davy: Sure!

(Fade in on the chandelier at the Montgomery House again. The camera moves back down to the group. Mike sits down at one of the cleared tables.)

Mike: ...An' that's my part.

Emma: What's wrong with a woman mechanic?

Mike: Wouldn't have been normal then, Em.

Emma: But this is a story!

Peter: And before you two get into a fight over it, why doesn't someone else take over?

Emma: Anyone have any ideas?

Micky: I could take over the next part!

Mike: (Raises an eyebrow) This should be interestin'.

Emma: (Rolls her eyes, then sighs and says) Go ahead, Mick.

Micky: So, the guys go back to their garage...

*We fade back in on a large, unassuming building with two sets of double doors on the front.*

(The inside of the building looks more-or-less like the set of Micky's garage, which is to say, it's filled with random bits and pieces of every conceivable car part imaginable, along with a chemistry set. There's just enough room left for the boys and the car. Peter waxes the back of the car, while Mike checks the engine.)

*Davy works on some paper work, while Micky tinkers inside the car.*

Mike: (He pulls away from the engine) I think that'll do it. How's it comin' down there, Mick?

Micky: Good, just a few more little adjustments...

Peter: We really need her to be in tip-top shape. The race is in a few days!

Mike: And we're gonna WIN.

Peter: We need to be careful, though. I'm sure the other men will do whatever they can to come out ahead.

Mike: They don't have a genius workin' for them.

(That's when Max enters, carrying a box. Though he wears a messenger's costume and a very fake mustache and wig, we can tell that it's obviously him.)

Max: (Bad British accent) Package for Mr. Michael Dolenz!

Micky: A package?

Max: (In his excitement, he sounds like himself) Yeah, open it!

Mike: (Frowns) You sound familiar....

Micky: Yeah, I remember that voice.

Max: (Pulls his cap over his eyes) No, nope, never saw you before in my life. (Thrusts the package into Micky's arms, then wiggles his fingers at him) Bye! (Rushes out. The camera follows him around the corner, where we see Abernathy in his usual black costume.)

Abernathy: Did you give him the package, Max?

Max: (Nods) Yeah, Boss. He's gonna get the gas!

Abernathy: Very good, very good. We'll grab the things we need for our vehicle and Dolenz as well, The Sir told me it would be in our best interest to keep him out of the way. He's brilliant with cars, and that could be trouble for us.

Max: (Nods) Right, Boss. (Frowns) Boss, who is "The Sir?"

Abernathy: (Puts a finger to his lips) Shhh! It's a secret! Not even his closest family members know who "The Sir" is! He's the one who gives us all our orders! (Smirks) If this works out, he'll be making big bucks, and we will, too!

Max: (Nods) Uh, right, Boss.

(Cut to back in the garage. Peter tosses the rag he was using to wax the car aside.)

Peter: Well Micky, don't just stand there! Open it!

Mike: I dunno. Somethin' seems fishy about this...

Micky: *Frowns* Yeah, I'm not expecting anything.

Peter: Well, we won't know unless you open it.

Mike: Open it slowly. If it's somethin' that's gonna hurt us, we'll get outta here.

Micky: *Nods, then takes it over to his workbench* Okay, here goes... *opens the package as slowly as he can*

Mike: Damn! (They all jump away as a greenish gas spurts from the package; Micky drops it) That stuff... (he starts coughing) ...smells funny...get to car...

Peter: (He lunges for a door) Oh man...

Davy: Open... doors... windows... *coughs*

(Davy stumbles over to a window as Mike, Peter, and Micky slowly pass out on the floor. Davy opens a window and ducks down behind some crates, just as Abernathy and Max stumble in. They wear odd-looking gas masks that probably weren't invented in 1906. Max loads parts into an empty crate and hauls it out, while Abernathy drags Micky out.)

Davy: *Pops up, a little slowly* Oh no, Mick! *pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket and ties it over his nose and mouth; goes over to Peter and Mike* Fellas, they took Mick! *shakes the two*

Mike: (The gas is starting to dissipate; he blinks his eyes and moans) Huh? Dave? What...happened?

(Peter groans as he starts to get to his feet.)

Davy: That package had a gas in it! Two guys came in and took Mick and some car parts while you were out cold!

Mike: Damn it!

Peter: (Coughs) Did you see... (cough) ...who they were?

Davy: They had these masks on...

Mike: (The package is fizzling out; he kicks it away) I knew that thing was a trick!

Peter: We have to find him! (He gets in the passenger side of the car)

*Davy hops in the back.*

Mike: What's that? (We hear a noisy horn...and see a black car pull out in the open window)

Peter: Isn't that Abernathy's Heimlich car?

Mike: (Figures he'd be involved with this. That jerk just won't leave us alone.

Davy: That's where we knew that voice from.

Mike: (He opens the door to the garage, then climbs in the car) Let's get that jerk!

(Cut to Abernathy's car. Abernathy pulls Micky into the back seat. Max drops the parts in the trunk, then gets in the passenger's side.)

Abernathy: Let's get out of here, Max! Sir wants to meet this young man...and he's their head mechanic and ideas man. Without him, they can't really fix that pile of bolts they call a vehicle.

Max: Right, Boss! (He ties Micky's hands quickly but sloppily with twine that's in the back of the car as Abernathy starts. We see the Monkees' car follow after them as "Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day" begins.)

Peter: (Points ahead as the Van Dyke speeds across Manhattan) There they go! (They skirt around a group of old men, who shake their fists at them)

Mike: Can you see Mick?

Peter: Just the top of his curls.

(Mike tries to shoot ahead, but Abernathy sees them and pulls a lever. Tacks spill out onto the road.)

(Peter grabs a broom and sweeps the tacks away!)

(The two cars drive over a large bump in the road. All five are almost jolted out of their cars!)

*Micky tumbles over, waking himself. He starts working at untying himself.*

(Abernathy pulls another lever...and a cloud of smoke erupts from the back of the car. Mike pulls a lever, and a fan pops out of the side of the car and fans the smoke away!)

(Mike tries to lasso the Hemlich car, but he misses.)

(Peter tries to call to Micky, but he gets hit with a fish Abernathy threw.)

(Max looks over his shoulder, but he only sees Micky on the bottom of the car. He doesn't see him messing around in the back of the seat...)

Mike: (That's when we see more smoke coming out of the back of the car; as the song ends) What in the HECK is goin' on?

Peter: (Points to a lake that's right in front of them) Michael, watch out!

(Mike manages to turn away before the car hits the lake, but Abernathy's not as lucky. They drive right into the lake with a huge splash!)

Abernathy: Max, look what you've made me do!

Max: Me? Boss, I didn't touch nuthin'!

Abernathy: It had to be you! It wasn't me! Who else is in the car?

(That's when Abernathy and Max both look behind them.)

*Micky looks up, wires in hand, and grins.*

Abernathy: Put those back! We can't get out of here without them! (He tries to start the car while Max lunges for Micky.)

Mike: (Stops their car) Micky!

Peter: There has to be some way we can get him to shore.

(Just as Max lunges for Micky, Abernathy, who has been desperately trying to get the car started, pulls another lever. This time, the seat Micky was sitting on springs into the air, launching Micky across the lake!)

Mike: MICKY!

(The camera cuts to Micky in the air again...and then down to the car. We see Micky's legs sticking out of the backseat next to Davy.)

Mike: (Grins as Davy and Peter turn Micky over) Nice landin' there, Mick. Good hang time.

Peter: Micky, are you all right?

Mike: I know you don't like the idea of flyin', but that kinda looked like fun.

Peter: Is anything broken?

Mike: How did you get Abernathy's buggy to jump in the lake like that?

Micky: *Dazedly* Oh, just played with the wires a little.

Peter: Are you ok? Did they do anything to you?

Micky: *Shakes it off* I'm okay. They just tied me up slightly, nothing else.

Mike: What about those parts? We're gonna need them!

Micky: Parts? What parts?

Peter: Max stole a crate of parts from our garage!

Micky: Oh bother.

Mike: (Nods at Abernathy and Max, who still struggle to get out of the pond) Should we help them?

Peter: It would be a great way to test out the new addition we were working on!

Mike: (He gets out of the driver's seat) You're the one who added this, Mick. You should be the captain.

(Micky gets in the driver's seat. He pulls a lever...and tires pop out from under the Van Dyke as it drives into the lake. Unlike the Heimlich, the Van Dyke has no trouble floating. It speeds over to Abernathy's stranded car. Abernathy and Max stare at the floating vehicle with their mouths open very wide as Micky drives right up to them.)

Abernathy: How...how....

Max: That car's floatin'! How did ya do that?

Micky: Wouldn't you like to know?

Abernathy: Yes, I would!

Mike: We ain't tellin' a guy who stole things from us our secrets.

Abernathy: I'll give you your parts back!

Mike: (Looks at Micky) Did ya hear that, Mick? He's gonna give us our parts back.

Abernathy: Just get us out of this lake! It'll rust the Heimlich!

Micky: It's a deal. *pushes a button; a line with a hook shoots out & attaches to the Heimlich*

(The boys tow the Heimlich back onto dry land. When they finally get on shore, Max and Abernathy jump out of the car and kiss the ground...and they both find themselves spitting out dirt.)

Mike: That couldn't have tasted very good.

Abernathy: You are incredible, young man.

Peter: Micky's the best!

Micky: *Shrugs* Nah.

Max: (He hands him the crate) Here's what we promised ya!

Abernathy: (Mutters to Max) Did you take all the important parts out?

Max: (Nods) Yeah, Boss, just like ya told me.

Mike: (Takes the crate) Thanks. You two be careful now. Don't go drivin' into any more lakes.

Peter: And stay away from our vehicle! We haven't done anything to yours!

Abernathy: I'm still going to win this contest! My boss will have that contract, make no doubt about it!

Peter: Your boss?

Max: Yeah, the boss we don't even know about!

Abernathy: (Elbows Max) Enough, Max. We can't tell them about the Sir! They'll find out about his plan to dominate the American auto industry!

Mike: (Crosses his arms and grins) Do tell.

Abernathy: He... (Realizes he's said too much) I think we ought to get going now.

Max: (Over his shoulder as Abernathy cranks the gas) Thanks for gettin' us out of the pond!

(There's a blast of a car backfiring, and the Heimlich jumps back on the road before Peter can even call out "Anytime!")

Mike: (Turns to Micky) I know I was down on you addin' that boat, but...

Micky: Go on.

Mike: Ok, ok. You did good, Mick.

Peter: (He and Davy are going through the parts box) Um, Micky? Michael?

Mike: Yeah, Pete?

Peter: I don't think everything's here.

Mike: Darn it! (He grabs the box, then puts it between him and Micky) See everythin' we should need here?

Peter: (Hands Micky a list) This is everything I remember that was missing.

Mike: And Pete has a heck of a good memory.

Micky: *Sighs* Those dorks kept some of the parts and gave back the rest!

Mike: Figures they wouldn't play fair.

Peter: What are we going to do now?

Mike: We need to find another garage near here.

Peter: I think there's one just on the outskirts of Brooklyn.

Mike: Wanna try them, Mick? Must be a new one.

Micky: We'll have to, we don't have much of a choice.

(We fade out as the boys turn around, the tires going back into the main vehicle, and head back towards the city. Fade in on the Montgomery House ballroom. Mike, Emma, and Peter sit on the bandstand. Everyone else sits in tables and chairs.)

Valerie: (As she comes in) The kids are fine. Even the twins seem to be in bed, for once.

Mike: Good. I know they don't usually get a lot of sleep when they're all together.

Valerie: So... (she grins) what did I miss? I heard the tail end of Micky's story when I was coming downstairs.

Emma: It's 1906, and we're entering a car race against an evil mastermind!

Valerie: Sounds exciting.

Mike: Who wants to take over next?

Emma: I'll go next. Let's bring the women into the action and show Abernathy's intentions towards them.

Mike: He wouldn't do anythin' to ladies!

Emma: Wanna bet?

Valerie: Go on, Em.

Emma: The boys headed back towards the small towns just outside of Brooklyn...

(Cut to what looks like a street on a small town. The Van Dyke rumbles into a nicely whitewashed garage.)

Mike: (Looks around the somewhat disorganized garage) Hello? Hey, is anyone here? We need to buy some parts!

Emma: (She, Daphne, and Lauren come out of a side door. She, Lauren, and Daphne all wear overalls like the boys'. Emma's is golden brown. Lauren's is purple. Daphne's is pink) What can we do for you... (She makes a face) Oh, it's you.

Mike: What are you girls doin' here?

Lauren: Workin'.

Emma: Daphne and I were developing photographs. Lauren was working on her car.

Mike: You got a car, huh?

Lauren: *Folds her arms* Yeah, I do.

Mike: This your place?

(Micky is looking around, exploring every nook and cranny.)

Lauren: Yup.

Mike: Got any spare parts? We kind of...lost some.

Emma: Why am I not surprised?

Lauren: Maybe. What do we get in return?

Mike: We don't really have much money...

Emma: How about Daphne and I get to ride with you?

Mike: No way. We're a four-man team.

Emma: I intend to cover this race, whether you like it or not.

Lauren: And we don't really care about money.

Mike: Maybe we could trade somethin', then...

Emma: Treat us like equals.

Mike: What?

Emma: Stop acting like we're going to break just because we're not men.

Mike: I don't like it when some chick talks to me that way.

*Lauren quickly grabs Mike’s arm and twists it behind his back.*

Lauren: Well?

Mike: (Gasps) Yewwouch!

Peter: Miss! (He runs up to her) No violence!

Mike: Ok, I get...your point...

Lauren: *Lets go* Good. I wish it hadn't taken this to get through to you.

Peter: Look. Instead of trying to hurt each other, why don't we have a race? Just a short one, nothing as arduous as the big race next week. That'll prove who's the best.

Emma: I like that. We can just go to the lake and back.

Lauren: Fine with me. I had no intentions of doing much damage anyway.

Emma: First person to the lake and back has to pay for those parts.

Mike: You bet. We're gonna win. The Van Dyke is the most amazing car in the whole country!

Lauren: *Smirks* You ain't seen mine.

Emma: Bring her out, Lauren! Let's show those boys what a REAL winner looks like.

*Lauren heads out to the back. A few seconds pass before we hear an engine roar to life.*

(A purple-painted car drives out to the main workshop. It's a bit sleeker than the Van Dyke, and a bit larger.)

Mike: Nice.

Peter: Wow! It's beautiful!

Emma: (Grins at Lauren) Meet our baby.

*Micky's eyes widen, and his jaw drops open.*

Davy: You've rendered Mick speechless.

Lauren: Thank you, fellas.

Mike: (He climbs into the Van Dyke) It's a nice car, but how does it run?

Emma: Like a champ.

Mike: Ok guys, let's go. Where's Davy?

Emma: Where's Daphne?

*Davy and Daphne are gazing rapturously at each other.*

Emma: Blast it! (She grabs Daphne) Come on, Daph!

Mike: (Grabs Davy's arm) Come on, Dave!

(They drive out to the main street as "All the King's Horses" begins. Emma gets in the middle, pulling the yellow ribbon that holds her hair out and waving it around. When she throws up her hands, she jumps in Lauren's vehicles, and both cars take off!)

(Mike grins as he looks over his shoulder. They're ahead, and the girls seem to be way behind.)

(Peter waves his hands in front of Davy's face. He has stars in his eyes.)

(Emma grins at Lauren and points at a lever. Time for the secret weapon!)

*Lauren shifts the lever and the ladies' car takes off like a rocket!*

(All four guys look amazed as the car blasts past them and down the street...then turns around and blasts past them again before they've even gotten half-way!)

Mike: (As he turns around) What in the HELL was that?

Micky: *Slowly grins* I'm in love...

(The song ends as the Van Dyke pulls into the girls' garage. The girls are already there. Emma reads a magazine. Daphne checks her camera. Lauren inspects a car part.)

Emma: What took you so long?

Mike: What in the...how did....

Emma: What were you saying about women mechanics?

*Micky goes over to the ladies' car, drops to his knees, and starts bowing.*

Mike: Oh geez, Mick...

Emma: It's about time one of you boys showed proper respect.

(What they don't see are two black shadows peering into Lauren's garage...)

Mike: Ok, ok. (Steps around Micky, then turns to Lauren) If we put the parts in...would you tell us at least somethin' of how you did that?

(Cut to the two shadows, who watch intently from the front entrance.)

Peter: Or we could all put the parts in together.

Micky: I'd like to put them in... *smiles at Lauren* if you'd be willing to help me.

Lauren: *Smiles* With a face like that, how can I say no?

Mike: He does that to me, too. Works more often than I'd like to admit.

Peter: Well then, (he puts his arms around Lauren and Micky) let's get cracking!

(We fade out on the two shadows as they snicker evilly, watching Lauren and Micky bustle around the vehicles.)