Everyone ready for an amazing, daring rescue?

Mike: Of whom?

Peter: This will be fun!

Davy: Ready.

Micky: Sure, why not?

(We return to the ballroom of the Montgomery House. Emma grins at Daphne.)

Emma: That was really good, Daph!

Daphne: Thank you.

Mike: Ok, who goes next and gets to save everyone?

Davy: I'll go.

Peter: Ok, Davy. Take it away!

Davy: So, everyone runs for downstairs...

(The camera fades out on Davy as he narrates the story. When we fade in on Davy again, he's leading the group who runs downstairs, except for Daphne.)

Emma: I sent Daphne to call the police, or the Mounties, or whomever is the law here.

Emma: Lauren, how fast can you get the car cranked?

Lauren: Fast.

Emma: Good. We can't stay here. Not if Bela Lensherr is this dangerous! We'll wire for any baggage that isn't still in the cars later.

(The quartet sprint down the long staircase and back into the main courtyard...but Davy stops dead in his tracks when he arrives at the car. The others run straight into him.)

Emma: What happened?

Davy: Bela’s here.

Emma: What? (The camera moves beyond Davy...revealing Bela, who smirks in his immaculate suit. Another man in a suit has Valerie, but it takes three to hold Mike down.)

Mike: The blasted cretin is double-crossin' us, boys!

Bela: What did you expect, my boy?

Emma: We know what you have planned, Lensherr...and I'm going to tell the world!

Bela: I'll deny the whole thing. Whom do you think they'll believe?

Valerie: Aunt Barbara. She's the one who owns a major newspaper! She's very influential.

Bela: *Scoffs* Please.

Emma: Nevertheless, I intend to see that this story is published and you're put in jail, where you belong.

Mike: Bela...you won't...get away...with this...not this time...

(The men wrestle Mike to the ground. One wraps a handkerchief around his mouth.)

Bela: Oh, but I have!

(Abernathy comes downstairs, dragging a very reluctant Max. They're followed by the remaining thugs. One carries an unconscious Peter over his shoulder.)

Valerie: PETER! Oh no...

(Mike looks up, his eyes angry and horrified.)

(The thugs surround them...just as we hear crashing upstairs and the sound of happy, drunk hooting and hollering!)

Bela: What in the world is all that commotion?!

(That's when Daphne comes flying down the stairs, the black men and the hillbillies behind her. The hillbillies wallop men with their pitchforks and kick them and head-butt them. The blacks do some rather nice fisticuffs.)

Hillbilly #1: Hey, you forgot to invite us to the party!

Black Man #1: This is the best time I've had in years.

(The fight spills out onto the courtyard. Bela and the thugs who hold Mike and Val manage to lead them to a secret panel in the stonework. Another thug grabs Daphne and throws her over his shoulder, following Bela.)

Davy: Daphne!

(Davy tries to run after Daphne, but a thug cuts him off, hitting him in the chin.)

Hillbilly #1: You kids go after that side windin' city slicker who took them other folks! We'll cut these yellow-bellied salt-lickers off at the pass!

Emma: Lauren, bring the car around!

Black Man #2: We've already taken the liberty of calling the authorities. They'll be around to aid you momentarily.

Lauren: I'm on it! *runs off for the car*

(The others follow her. Micky and Davy dart across the courtyard to their car. Emma loads the camera equipment Daphne left behind into the girls' car.)

Emma: (Gets in next to Lauren as Davy gets next to Lauren; points as a huge black car seemingly bursts from the caves under the castle) Look!

(Indeed, we see Bela in the car. Abernathy drives. Max holds Valerie, while the others are tied up in back.)

Black Man #1: Let's follow them. We'll bring the local authorities; you stall them.

Emma: Ok Lauren, let's go! We have to get Daph and Val back, and I want that story!

Lauren: We're going!

(We see the hillbillies pour something suspicious from a jug into their engine. Their car jumps a mile when it's finally cranked...and suddenly bursts into the night!)

Emma: What was that all about?

(Everyone just shrugs as the other cars chug their way into the dark of the mid-western evening.)

(Cut to the front of a grimy steel factory, next to a lake. The air is dark with smoke and grit, even though the factory is closed at this hour of the night. The girls' car and the Van Dyke pull up next to the factory.)

Emma: Well, this is lovely.

Micky: And Bela's car. Figures.

Emma: He did have a head start on us. (Frowns) We have to get in there, find the others, and get the scoop on his nefarious doings! But how?

Micky: We need a distraction so we can sneak in We need...something...

Emma: Maybe we could set of the equipment, if we could figure out how to...

(That's when they hear a "ka-CHUNG!" and the whirr and grind of moving machinery.)

Emma: (Runs to the window and wipes off some of the grime on her dress sleeve; points inside) Oh my! Look!

*The others follow, watching out for any signs of Abernathy, Max, or thugs.*

(Cut to the inside of the factory. It's a network of conveyor belts and old-fashioned machines filled with gears and wheels and levers. Bela stands next to one of these levers. Mike, Peter, and Daphne are tied to a belt that leads to a grinder...and then a boiling pot of melted steel! One of the thugs holds an unconscious Valerie in his arms. Abernathy and Max stand next to Bela, gawking at the machines.)

Abernathy: This is an amazing set-up, sir! How'd ya do it?

Max: What is all this, Sir?

Bela: These machines melt steel for car parts.

Abernathy: So you're gonna turn them into car parts? That's a much better use for 'em!

Bela: Among other things.

Mike: You crazy jackal! You'll never get away with this!

Bela: Oh, but I will!

Peter: The others know, Bela! They've probably already contacted the police...and Miss Redmer is a reporter! She'll tell her newspaper!

Bela: I'm shaking.

Mike: Damn it, Bela! I've dealt with you before. You're just some two-bit tyrant who uses anyone he gets in his hands.

Emma: (Cut back to outside) We have to get in there!

Micky: Hey...a window!

Emma: It should be just wide enough for us to get in!

Micky: *Pries it open* In we go! *climbs inside*

(Cut to inside the factory. Mike, Peter, and Daphne continue to struggle as the conveyor belt inches closer to the rock-grinder.)

Abernathy: This is great, Sir! We're gonna get rid of them for good and win the contest!

Max: And that old dope Babbitt will have to take our car designs...and maybe even sell to you!

Mike: No way! Babbitt cheap, but he'd never sell out to you!

Bela: Oh, he certainly will.

Abernathy: We'll keep an eye on them, Sir, and take care of the others if your boys ain't done that already.

Max: Yeah! No one's gonna try to get past us!

(What they don't hear over the sounds of the noisy machines are the whispers of four voices...)

Micky: We've gotta get Bela out of here.

Emma: (Points to Bela as a man hands him his hat and he turns to Abernathy) I don't think we'll have to. Looks like he's getting ready to go.

Micky: *Grins* Nice. Ask, and ye shall receive. I wonder if that would work with money, too?

Emma: I wouldn't push it.

Abernathy: (Cut to the main floor) We'll catch up with you out west, Sir. when we're done watching their demise.

Bela: Very well. *leaves*

Mike: (Growls) Darn it, Bela, come back here and fight like a man!

(Bela just laughs as he leaves with two of the thugs. Another one sets Valerie on a chair; she groans, stirring.)

Abernathy: (Makes a face) I'd...have my way with her, but I think she's Sir's property. We'll just tie her up for now.

Emma: (She and Lauren hide behind a piece of machinery) Val's no one's property! (She turns to Lauren) You handle Abernathy and Max. I'll get the thugs out of the way.

Lauren: Gladly. *walks up behind Abernathy and Max and taps Max's shoulder* Guess whoooo?!

Max: (Jumps a mile) Don't do that! (He finally sees who taps him) It's you! AAAHHHHHHHH! (Screams like a girl and dashes for the nearest piece of furniture to hide under, which turns out to be a desk)

Lauren: *smirks, turning to Abernathy* I love that.

Abernathy: (Sniffs) Well, I have no intention of reacting the same way. I'm not afraid of you, little girl.

Lauren: Oh really?

Abernathy: Really. I could sit on you!

Lauren: *Motions for him to do it* Well, come on and try it!

Abernathy: I will! (He tries to sit on Lauren, but he's too fast and she gets away)

Lauren: Come on, you can do better than that!

(There's a whistle and a "yoo-hoo!" from behind a door. A finger crooks out...and a long, shapely, half-bare leg appears as a hand runs over it. Several of the thugs whistle and follow the finger.)(Emma darts out from behind a door that says "broom closet." She grabs a chair and shoves it in front of the door, locking most of the thugs in it.)

*Davy works at freeing the others from the conveyor belt.*

Peter: Oh Davy, thank goodness!

(Abernathy ducks away from Lauren's swing.)

Mike: (As the belt gets closer to the grinder) Hurry, Dave! We've gotta catch up with Bela...not to mention start the next leg of the race!

Davy: I'm hurrying as fast as I can!

(Abernathy makes his way over to the control lever for the conveyor belt. Micky rubs his hand and is about to pull the lever when Abernathy grabs his elbow.)

Abernathy: Just what do you think you're doing, boy?

Micky: Oh, just gonna shut this conveyor off. What do you think YOU'RE doing?

Abernathy: Getting rid of some nuiscences! Including you! (He grabs Micky's arms, and they struggle)

Micky: Get off me! *swings Abernathy against the controls; the conveyor stops*

Abernathy: Blast it! The Sir won't like this!

Mike: (As Davy frees him) Where's Abernathy? Let me at that fiend!

Peter: I must get to Valerie!

*Lauren is chasing Max around the room.*

Emma: (She's holding the door as the thugs yell behind it) Yeah, yeah.

Max: Stop her! She's gonna hurt me!

Lauren: Come here!

Peter: Valerie! (He climbs off the conveyor belt and goes to untie her)

Emma: (She's still holding the chair to the door) Would someone help me here?

Peter: (He goes to Valerie) Are you ok?

Valerie: (Sighs) Oh Peter...

(That's when the thugs burst into the room, pushing past Emma. Peter's still untying Valerie.)

Abernathy: Get them! Get all of them! (Yells) MAX!

Max: I'm busy, Boss! (Lauren has him in a headlock)

*Lauren just smirks, holding tight.*

(Mike and Micky go after the thugs...which gives a smirking Abernathy the chance to start the conveyor belt again as "Hold On Girl" begins.)

(Peter ducks away as Emma shoves a chair in front of a thug, letting him trip over it.)

(Mike and Micky grab a steel beam and run into several thugs with it, including Abernathy.)

(Lauren now has Max on the floor in a wrestling move.)

(Davy struggles to free Daphne, but one of the thugs gets on the conveyor belt and starts fighting him.)

Mike: Shit! (He barely ducks away from another thug) Mick, see if you can get to the levers again. I'll keep these guys busy.

Emma: (She shoves a table at one thug, but he skirts it) We can't keep doing this all night!

(That's when the doors to the factory burst open! Men in Mountie uniforms rush in, including one fellow with very large arms and heavy sideburns under his hat.)

Mountie: Ok, where's the fire? Someone said there's a kidnapping here!

Abernathy: (Eyes widen) Max, we have to get out of here!

(That's when the windows suddenly smash in! The hillbillies land on the floor, carrying jugs of whiskey and home-made booze.)

Hillbilly #1: You can't come to the party, so we brought the party to you!

Black Man #1: (They come in through a back door) Cease and desist!

Mike: (Sees Davy struggling to free Daphne) Micky, help Dave! (He shoves Abernathy into the waiting arms of the Mountie, then grabs the lever and stops the machinery again.)

*Micky runs over to help them.*

(The hillbillies hand some of the thugs their jugs. Pretty soon, we have thugs walking into each other, putting their arms around each other, singing "Sweet Adeline," and doing jigs.)

Abernathy: (He pushes through the fighting Mounties, black men, hillbillies, and thugs) Max! MAAAX!

(Max finally pries himself away from Lauren.)

Max: Let's get out of here, Boss! That dame is crazy! She's gonna kill me, Boss! She really will!

Lauren: I'm not finished with you!

Abernathy: (He pulls away) This place is getting too busy, anyway. Let's go catch up with the Sir.

Max: Yeah. It'll be safer out west! I'd rather take my chances with the Indians than with (juts a finger in Lauren's direction) HER.

Mike: Abernathy! (He tries to go after him, but ends up fighting two thugs instead.)

*Davy and Micky are finally able to release Daphne from the conveyor belt. Davy dips Daphne, kissing her. Micky grins.*

(Peter is still trying to untie the dazed Valerie. One of the thugs accidentally puts a knife through her ropes, freeing her. A Mountie and a thug fall into her chair, which tips her into Peter's arms.)

Valerie: My hero!

Peter: (Blushes) Uh...uh...uh...

(No one sees Abernathy and Max duck out the back door the black men came in.)

Mountie Captain: (Joins Mike, Emma, Lauren, and Micky in the middle of the room) Good work, there. I'm Captain Logan of the Northwest Mounted Police. We got as many of these men as we could, but we couldn't find the ring leaders.

Mike: Abernathy and Max got away again! Darn it!

Captain Logan: My men can only follow them so far, but we'll contact my counterparts in the western US.

Mike: We'll be followin' them, too. We're part of a race goin' to Los Angeles.

Captain Logan: I've heard of that race. It's supposed to be really big. You're all involved, even the ladies?

Lauren: Of course!

Emma: (Grins) I'm a reporter for the New York Star. I'd like an interview with you and your men before we leave, sir. It'll be a wonderful story for my readers!

Captain Logan: (Shrugs) If you want, but there ain't much to what we do, ma'am. We catch criminals.

Emma: Yes, but you helped save us!

Captain Logan: (Points over his shoulder at the thugs and the hillbillies, who are now attempting to sing "Angel Band") I'd thank those guys first. Whatever they gave them knocked the fiends out long before we arrived on the scene.

Mike: As much as I'd like to have what they're havin', we have to drive. I think it's time we got out of here, before Abernathy and Max come back for us.

Emma: Let me get my interview first!

Captain Logan: I can give you a quick one, ma'am.

Emma: (Whips out a paper and pad from nowhere) Tell me everything about your job, sir!

(Mike just rolls his eyes. Peter brings Valerie over, laughing.)

(The camera moves up to the conveyor belt, where Davy and Daphne are still kissing.)

Davy: I love you, Daphne.

Daphne: I love you, too, Davy.

(We fade out on the two kissing on the conveyor belt..and fade in on a grinning Davy and Daphne in the Montgomery House, now back in their 70s clothes.)

Mike: You would end like that.

Davy: And why not?

Peter: Ok, ok, guys. I'm going to go next. We need something a little quieter after all that. How about a river ride?

Mike: (Shrugs) Sounds good.

Emma: That could be interesting.

Micky: Sure.

Davy: I like it.

Peter: Ok. We begin with everyone on the road again...

(Fade out on Peter telling the story in the ballroom as the crystal chandelier sparkles. Fade in on the morning sun shining over the Van Dyke. Davy now drives the car. Mike reads the map. Micky plays with a gadget and Peter has a book in his lap, but neither seem to really be paying attention. They both have dreamy looks on their faces.)

Mike: What's goin' on back there? You guys have been awfully quiet since we left that factory, and that was days ago.

Peter: Just...just thinking. We haven't seen the girls in a while.

Mike: Man, we left them behind ages ago!

Peter: Yeah...

Mike: Come on guys, we're winning! Just think of what it'll be like when we have that prize money and our car designs are on the market! Won't that stick it to Bela!

Peter: (Sighs) Michael, have you ever thought of getting married?

Mike: Me? Nahhh. Ain't gonna tie myself down to one woman.

Peter: What about you guys? Davy? Micky?

Davy: I do like Daphne...

Micky: Maybe...

Mike: Oh, for crying out loud! You're all getting mushy on me!

Peter: (Pokes his arm) No, I still feel pretty firm.

Mike: Don't go lettin' your guard down 'cause there's women competin' in this race. It's still a race.

Peter: Michael, I don't know if it's as important anymore. I still want to sell our car design, but...

Mike: But what? I thought we were gonna earn enough to start our own business together!

Peter: We will, but...

Mike: Pete, come on. It's just us, remember?

Peter: But Valerie...

Mike: Pete, she's a rich chick! She'd never go for penniless guys like us! :P

Peter: She seemed to like me before...

Mike: (Sighs) Mick, Davy? What do you guys think?

Davy: Well...

Micky: I don't know...