Everyone ready to find a way out of this mess?

Mike: I hope.

Peter: Please!

Davy: Definitely.

Micky: Wha...

(We open where we ended, in the New York Subway station with Peter caught between two sets of warring gangs.)

Peter: There has to be some way we can settle this dispute without bloodshed!

Skull #1: Where's the fun in that?

Peter: Don't you want to live to see another day?

Bleeding Heart #2: Not while that filth is on our turf!

Peter: Look, why don't we do this the civilized way? (Turns to the head Skull) What's your name, young man?

Skull #1: Brian.

Bleeding Heart #1: Jose.

Peter: Why can't you both share this territory? First of all, it's not really yours. It belongs to the city of New York.

Bleeding Heart #1: Share with those jackasses?

Brian: We were here first.

Bleeding Heart #2: And the city of New York ain't care shit 'bout what goes on down here, 'long as we don't kill nobody who rides the subways.

Peter: I'm sure that's not true...

Jose: You obviously ain't been 'round here very long, man.

Peter: I used to live here. Just not in a few years.

Brian: Times have changed, pal.

Mike: (Mutters to Davy) This don't look too good. How fast do you think we could imagine ourselves the hell outta here?

Valerie: I hope Peter doesn't get hurt.

Davy: *Mutters back to Mike* We may have to find out.

Peter: I know they've changed, but...surely you can come up with SOME compromise...

Jose: Yeah. How about I make him (points to Brian) better lookin'?

Brian: I look just fine. You on the other hand... could only look better.

Jose: How'd you like me to rip that smirk right off your face?

Peter: Gentlemen, please! Maybe we could draw up some kind of peace agreement. Does anyone have a pen?

Brian: I'd rather draw on his face!

Jose: How about I give you a one-way ticket to the Museum of Smash-Your-Face-In?

Peter: Look, we really don't want this to escalate into some war...

Valerie: (Mutters) I think we're way beyond that.

Brian: I hate museums. How about I give you a one-way ticket to the hospital?

Peter: (Firmly takes Jose and Brian's shoulders) Look, we don't really want to hurt anyone...

Jose: Shows what you know, Blondie. I'm gonna give him a mouth fulla loose teeth!

Peter: That wasn't at all nice to say...

Brian: At least I'll still have teeth when I'm through with you.

Peter: (As both lunge for each other) Whoa! Gentlemen...now, I'm sure this isn't necessary...

Mike: That's it. (He finally pushes between Brian and Jose) Knock it the hell off, you idiots.

Jose: (Snorts) I'd be mildly afraid of Blondie if he didn't wanna play Ghandi. You, on the other hand, look like you couldn't pick up a record without strainin' yourself.

Brian: *smirks, looking over the top of his sunglasses* You look about as tough as my nerdy brother.

Mike: Yeah, well (makes his sword appear) looks can be deceivin'.

Peter: (Sighs and makes his bow and arrow appear) We don't really want to hurt you.

Jose: What's goin' on? Where did that shit come from?

Mike: Our heads.

Peter: (He points his crossbow to the groups in general) If you don't agree to back off of each other and leave us alone, we will use these.

Jose: Yeah, well Blondie, (pulls out his switchblade) we got our own weapons.

Mike: This thing could cut that dinky cheap blade of yours in half.

Brian: *pulls out a long knife that almost looks like a chef's knife* Even mine could cut down that dinky switchblade.

(The other gang members pull out weapons as well. Some have longer knives, like Brian's. A few have cheap pistols.)

Mike: What did you dorks do, hold up the local five and dime?

Peter: Michael, don't provoke them.

Jose: This could do a lot of damage, man!

Mike: To what, a very thin piece of paper?

Jose: I'm startin' to get real tired of this jerk's mouth.

Brian: I held up a kitchen wares store, if you must ask.

Jose: (Snorts) You? I thought you stole that from some kid's Halloween costume.

(The Bleeding Hearts snicker behind him.)

Brian: Come closer, and I'll show you how real this is.

Mike: (Holds up his sword) Ain't no one goin' anywhere, 'cept for away from us.

Peter: Gentlemen, we really don't want to, but we can get rough if need be.

Emma: (To Daphne) I really don't like the looks of this. Maybe we should try to drag the guys away and get the hell out of here, before someone does something besides talk?

Brian: I'd like to see you two guys be tough! *laughs*

(Mike hacks the blade off Brian's knife.)

Mike: Anyone else got any smart remarks?

Brian: *Scowls* You owe me $4.84.

Mike: I thought it was fifteen cents.

*Brian growls.*

Peter: X-nay, Michael.

Mike: Thirteen cents.

*Brian attempts to lunge at Mike.*

Off-Camera-Voice: Hey, man, lay off that dude!

(That's when the gang we saw on the subway saunter up, as "Tapioca Tundra" begins.)

Gang Member #1: They're under our protection.

Brian: What's it to you?

Gang Member #1: (Shows the backs of their jackets...which now have musical notes on them) The High-Tones don't knock nobody who play good music.

Mike: I like your taste, boys.

Peter: These gentlemen were going to use violence to settle a dispute.

High-Tone #1: They were, huh? Well, we don't dig that sorta junk. We don't play with the toys. (He does a three-pronged backflip...that ends with kicking the knife out of Brian's hand) We're disciples of the School of St. Bruce Lee, man.

Brian: Fancy moves, huh?

Mike: I can dig that. (He hits Jose as hard as he can in the chin, knocking him to the ground)

(This sets off an explosion of literally choreographed fight moves! Four High-Tones kick off the wall and into four Skulls. Two High Tones swing two Bleeding Hearts around until they're dizzy, then spin them over to the stairway. They run up the stairs, looking more than a little green.)

(Valerie dances with one Skull, then sends him flying into a coffee machine in a donut booth. She stuffs a donut into his mouth as he splutters.)

(Mike gives Brian a good shot to his chin.)

*Brian staggers, but comes back with his own shot at Mike.*

(Peter dances the head Bleeding Heart right into the bathroom. We hear flushing. Peter closes the door, wipes his hand, and heads back into the fray.)

(Mike finally knocks Brian out as the song ends. The head High Tone grabs Jose as he comes out of the bathroom.)

Mike: Anyone else want to take a shot at us?

(The gangs all back off. The head High Tone hurries over to Mike.)

High Tone #1: Get outta here while you can, man. We'll handle the rest of them.

Mike: Thanks, man. We owe you a million.

High Tone #1: You won't live to see two cents if you don't high-tail it outta here.

Mike: (Turns to the others) You heard the man. Let's get our rears out of this place.

Davy: We're out of here!

Peter: (Nods; his fists are up) While we still can.

Emma: Micky, how are you feeling?

Micky: Uhhh... not good...

Emma: Lauren's still not feeling right?

Micky: *shakes his head* No.

Peter: (He puts an arm around Micky) Why don't we go back to your place first to try to figure out what happened? If we go to Arizona now the way we are, we'll never get past the devils.

Micky: *nods* Okay...

Valerie: Everyone concentrate. Those who can, think "Micky and Lauren's house!"

*Micky scrunches up his face in concentration.*

(There's a blue light around the group, and they all disappear. The gangs are too busy trying to dance the heck out of each other to notice.)