Everyone ready to take on Belavarg?

(Mike howls.)

(There's nothing from Peter.)

Micky: You bet. :P

Davy: Ready.

(We open back in Belavarg's office. The secretary leads Micky and Davy, both now dressed in decent suits, in the room. Belavarg also wears a good suit. He sits behind his desk, looking satisfied.)

Davy: (Cooly) Hello, sir.

Belavarg: Welcome, gentlemen. Needless to say, I was quite pleased to hear of your interest in coming to Dark Star.

Davy: Yeah, we're interested. They're gonna let us outta their contracts. Ain't got no use for us anymore.

Micky: Might as well go where the interest and money is.

Davy: So, Bela, what did you have in mind?

Belavarg: very well. I give you the same offer I gave your bandmates. $5 million annually with raises based on sales, other assorted royalties, and full control over your music.

Davy: (Raises an eyebrow) Just for us? You know, us, who haven't had a hit in almost two years?

Belavarg: Yes. I feel that you have not been at your full potential. I wish to give you the opportunity.

Micky: Gee, with that amount of money, we could fill a pool with the excess.

Belavarg: *sighs* Yes, you could.

Davy: There's somethin' strange goin' on here. Where's the other two?

Belavarg: They are in one of the recording studios.

Davy: For almost two days?

Belavarg: I merely allowed them to use the studio. From there, I cannot keep track of them.

Micky: Which would explain the missing musicians, right?

Belavarg: We are still looking into those so-called disappearances.

Davy: And no one else has asked any questions?

Belavarg: We have no answers for those that have asked.

Davy: Coppahs been here?

Belavarg: Yes, they have.

Davy: Wouldn't it be kind of dangerous, workin' here with people disappearin'?

Belavarg: Everyone has the option to stay or not. However, there has been no real danger.

*Belavarg smirks as the office door opens and a large group of goons troop in.*

Micky: Uh oh.

Davy: Is this how you make your contracts? Should I call me lawyer?

Belavarg: No. This is how I solve problems.

Davy: (He stands) Gee, you ask a few questions, and you get jumped on. (Grins at Micky) You up for a little beatin'?

Micky: *Also stands* Always.

("Someday Man" begins as the two spread out. Davy makes a leap onto the back of one man and knocks out two more at the same time.)

Davy: You take the back half! I've got the front! (He steps on another man's toes hard, then pokes him in the eyes when he starts jumping up and down.)

*Micky does some 'Three Stooges'-inspired hits on the goons.*

(Davy punches one guy while stuffing a sheath of papers from Belavarg's desk into another's mouth. He concentrates and makes books from the bookcase fall down on two more, burring them.)

*About a half-dozen men dog pile on Micky, causing some cartoon dust to rise up.*

(Two of the men are looking for Davy. They look up...just in time to see Davy fly from the ceiling and land right on them. When he gets up, dusting his hands off, there are two goon-shaped holes in the floor.)

*All of the men who dog piled Micky suddenly go flying through the air.*

(Davy grins as Micky springs out of the pile. All of the men who were on Micky hit the walls hard. Micky leaps onto the desk and grabs Belavarg's suit as the song ends.)

Davy: Ok Bela, the game's over. Where's our mates and the missing musicians?

Belavarg: You don't seriously expect me to tell you, do you?

Davy: Micky, run him over.

Belavarg: Perhaps I could change your minds.

Davy: Tell us where are mates and the others are. (Smirks) Or I'll let Micky use you for a batterin' ram.

Belavarg: I'll go one better. I'll bring them to you!

(Belavarg goes to a certain panel and pulls. A panel opens...revealing two figures. One is greenish, but not wrinkly...and definitely Peter. He holds Mike, who now wears only a pair of pants, on a leash. Mike howls angrily, trying to pull the leash off.)

Davy: Mike! Peter! (Turns to Belavarg) What have you done with them?

Belavarg: They're helping me, of course.

Micky: This doesn't bode well.

Davy: What did you do to them? And why does Peter look like he's at the Emerald City?

Belavarg: I've merely put them under my control.

(Mike shakes his head and tries to pull away from Peter, howling and biting at his leash. Peter just holds on tighter.)

Davy: Petah, what are you doin'? (He goes to try to grab the leash from Peter, but he pushes him away...and into the wall.)

Micky: That's not good.

(Mike tries to break over to Belavarg's desk. He looks at Micky, then at Peter, who tugs at his leash. He doesn't want to attack anyone...but he's confused.)

Davy: (As he comes to) Micky...the leash...get at the leash...

Micky: *Puts his hands out to show he means no harm* Peter, it's me. It's Micky. I want to help both of you. Please, let me have the leash.

(Mike nods, straining at the leash. Peter just looks blank.)

Davy: I'm afraid to touch him, man. Don't want to turn him into dust.

(Mike shakes his head.)

Micky: Peter, please. Give me the leash. *Gently puts a hand out*

(Peter blinks. He goes tentatively to Micky to hand him the leash. Mike nods, howling eagerly. He’s about to hand Micky the leash when there's a roar from Belavarg's desk. He leaps over to them.)

Davy: (Growls) Belavarg, stay away from them! You' ve done enough! (He tries to concentrate, but Bela swats his head, distracting him enough that the blue light goes out.)

Belavarg: My dear boy, I've just begun!

(Belavarg grabs hold of Mike's leash, almost yanking him to the ground. Mike lets out a loud howl and tries to claw Belavarg.)

Belavarg: Bad boy!

(Mike tries to bite at his leash and collar, then at Belavarg...but Peter clamps his hand over his mouth.)

Davy: No! (He lunges for Belavarg...but he's too late to stop him from rubbing Mike's neck. Mike starts to whimper, though he struggles.)

Belavarg: Much better.

(Mike nuzzles into Belavarg as Peter releases his mouth. He whimpers and paws the large demon.)

Davy: Good idea, Mike! (He takes a swing at Belavarg) You release him, demon! He's no dog! He's a man!

Belavarg: *Dodges Davy's fist* Perhaps, but he makes a much better dog than a man!

(Mike snarls and tries to claw Belavarg again. Davy takes the distraction to hit Belavarg in the jaw.)

*Belvarg stumbles back a little.*

(Mike tries to bite Belavarg in the shoulder as Peter holds Micky back.)

Davy: I ought to do worse to 'ye. The man has enough problems without you messin' wit' his mind! (He attacks Belavarg again, intending to hit him in a private spot. Mike bites Bela's arm.)

(Peter manages to shove Micky back against the bookcase.)

*Micky slumps against the bookcase, knocked for a loop.*

(There's a series of blue lights as Davy moves to hit Belavarg again. When they subside, Emma, Lauren, and Daphne appear.)

Emma: Mike! (She goes to him) Oh honey, are you ok?

(But Mike doesn't respond in words. Instead, he cautiously sniffs at her.)

Emma: (Growls) Damn it, honey, you're not a dog! You only have a wolf's senses, not it's body!

Davy: (Grins) You girls sure are a sight for sore eyes.

*Lauren goes to help Micky up.*

(Peter turns to Daphne, intending to attack her...but Davy yelps and plows into him.)

Davy: Daph, you go after Belavarg. I'll handle Peter. (Wrestles Peter to the ground)

Emma: (Takes Mike's hand as he nuzzles her chest, his nose moving up to her neck; he gives her a gentle lick) Oh honey, what have they done?

*Belavarg takes a hold of Mike's leash and disappears in a poof of smoke.*

Davy: (As Peter disappears; he's just tangled) Can someone help me, please?

Emma: MIIIIIKKKKEEEE!!! NNOOOOO!!!

Micky: *Rubs at the back of his head* Y'know, this is really getting annoying.

Emma: (She's near-crying) He's a dog again! I can't believe this!

Davy: How did it go with Stella? Did you girls find anything?

Emma: You might say that.

Davy: Where's Val?

Emma: (Looks at her feet) We lost her. Stella turned Valerie and Zelda into dolls and took off with them.

Davy: (He goes to Daphne) Are you ok, luv?

Daphne: *nods* Yeah, I'm okay.

Emma: We have to find them! Stella must have done the same thing to Peter that she did to Alex!

Davy: Alex? He's involved in this?

Lauren: Was. Stella drained him of his powers.

Emma: (Nods, nearly in tears) That's how she got so powerful!

Davy: That does explain how she was able to do what she did in the park.

Emma: (Gulps) And it gets worse. We know what she does to her victims. She drains them. Drains them dry. Those zombies who are their minions are shells of all those missing musicians, and who knows what else?

Davy: (Makes a face) That's lovely, that is. The witch is more of a bloomin' monster than her mate.

Emma: We have to save them!

Lauren: And we will. We just have to figure out HOW.

Emma: I know where he probably took them - that private suite. Let's get in there!

Davy: I agree. Who knows what those two are doin' now?

Emma: Just imagine yourselves where Belavarg and Stella are. (Murmurs) Oh Mike, I hope I'm able to help you...

(There's a series of blue lights around the office. When they subside, the entire group is gone.)

Secretary: (Comes in) Hello sir, you have call... (Frowns) That's funny. I could have sworn I saw a light and heard noise in here. (Eyes widen at all the unconscious men) Oh, oh my! I really should... Police! (She runs out to her desk as we fade out on the unconscious men in the office.)