Everyone ready to find Lauren, the kids, and the cars? ;)

Mike: Hell yeah

Peter: Yes.

Davy: Definitely.

Micky: Yeah...

(We open right where we left, in Sheila's suites above the General Store. Alex and Sheila are still bound hand and foot.)

Sheila: This is ridiculous!

Alex: Worse than ridiculous.

Sheila: Maybe we'd better use our powers to get it off. (Struggles) I can't believe how tightly five-year olds can tie knots!

*Just then, Zelda is dragged in by a couple demons who saw the kids leave the room.*

Zelda: What happened here?

Sheila: I thought you were watching the Guardians' brats!

Zelda: I tried to, but they stuck me in a cage. Fortunately, the demons got me out after they saw the kids leaving here.

Sheila: As you can see, those brats decided to have fun playing games with us and trussed us up tighter than a Christmas goose. (Growls) And the Savage's son destroyed at least five priceless antiques while having a temper tantrum.

(Sheila nods at the knocked over and smashed items Little Mick left on the floor after his rampage.)

Zelda: I see that. *turns to the demons that dragged her in* Help me untie them.

Demon #1: Ok! (He grabs Alex, tears the rope off of him, and drops him) There! All gone!

Alex: Ooof! *groans* Thanks a lot.

Zelda: *Finishes untying Sheila* There.

Demon #1: Anytime, Master!

Sheila: Thanks. (She gets to her feet) We have to find those children. Who knows what else they might break while they're all running around...not to mention, they have the Mother.

Alex: Lets go find them.

(Cut to the above-ground ghost town, in the center of the town's only street. There's a blue light. When it subsides, the seven MonkeeLeague members are there, in their uniforms and carrying their weapons.)

Mike: (Looks around) This is Arizona, but I don't see nobody.

Peter: We'd better have a look around. The Devils could be anywhere.

Valerie: (Nods) And we have to stick together. Every time we separate when we're here, we get into trouble.

Mike: Let's start in the General Store first. Seems like a good place for a couple of bored devils to hang out.

Davy: Right. *claps Micky's shoulder*

Emma: Micky, how do you feel now?

Micky: *Shakes his head* Not good.

Emma: Still listless?

Micky: Yeah.

Mike: We need to find her pronto, then.

Peter: And we'd better be careful. We can't let the devils know that their little ruse with Al didn't work.

Davy: Right.

Emma: (Nods as they make their way over to the General Store) They think we're still scattered to the seven corners of the world.

Mike: (He peers inside) Looks like it's all clear. No devils.

(They walk into what appears to be the General Store set from "Wild West Monkees," with fewer old-west items like gunpowder and more beauty and health care products, as well as modern foods and items related to sex and sexual matters.)

Peter: (Sighs) This is the devils' shop, all right.

Mike: Don't ask if you can buy anythin', Mick.

Micky: Not interested.

Emma: (As we hear heavy footsteps coming downstairs) What's that?

Valerie: I hope it's the Avon lady.

Daphne: I doubt we're that lucky.

(The demons who had helped until the Devils upstairs arrive in the General Store.)

Demon #1: (Points to the Monkees) Hey, don't we know those guys?

Demon #2: (Points to Micky) Ain't he Master?

Demon #3: Master, you look terrible.

*Micky just groans.*

Demon #2: (Points to Peter) And he's the old boss! The one who could go in the shadows!

Peter: I can't do that anymore. (Grins) I have even better powers.

(Peter concentrates. Suddenly, a ripe orange seems to jump up...and into the demon's face!)

Demon #1: (As "She Hangs Out" begins) Hey! I didn't say I wanted orange juice! (Wipes his face)

(Mike grabs a jar of facial cream and throws it right at a demon. It splatters all over his face, making him look like he's been hit with a pie.)

*Davy sprays seltzer into the face of one demon.*

*Micky wanders away from the group and leans against the wall by the front windows.*

(Valerie grabs ice from an ice machine next to the door and throws it down a demon's back. He jumps a mile!)

(Mike and Peter dump barrels of pickles on another demon.)

*Davy throws a blanket over the head of another demon.*

(Daphne grabs a demon and a couple of clothes items hanging on racks, and pulls him behind a curtain. A few minutes later, the demon runs out...now wearing a peasant blouse and stuffed into bell bottom jeans like what Sheila wears.)

*Micky finally wanders out the door of the shop.*

(Valerie and Daphne dump jars of marbles and bath salts all over the floor. The demons all roll on the floor until they fall flat on their faces!)

Valerie: Maybe we'd better get out of here while the going's good!

Mike: Yeah. (Looks around) Has anyone seen Micky?

Davy: He was over... *points to where Micky was initially* bloody hell! Where did he go? :P :-O

Mike: I'm gonna find him.

Peter: (Shakes his head) Michael, maybe we'd all better do it.

Davy: He couldn't have gotten far.

Mike: (Nods) I'll be back in a minute. (He heads out before anyone can protest further) Now, if I were Mick, where would I go? (He tip-toes to the building next-door, trying to be quiet)

(Mike peers in the building. It would appear to be a dress shop - there's modern and antique clothing hanging on racks throughout the room, and an antique cash register in back. Micky is huddled near the back of the room, next to a dress dummy in a fancy Victorian gown.)

Mike: Micky? (Frowns) What happened, man? Did you run into more demons?

Micky: *His forehead is resting on his knees; quietly* No.

Mike: Shit. You're feelin' Lauren, ain't ya?

Micky: Yes. Feel horrible.

Mike: Is she still here? Is she...gone?

Micky: *Looks up; appears on the verge of tears* I don't know. Very numb...

Mike: Listless? (Frowns) Like Em was when she lost her soul?

Micky: Yeah.

Mike: (Clenches his fist and growls) Damn these bastards. I didn't like it when they did it to Em, much less Lauren...and she's carrying another soul in her, too.

*Hearing this sets off Micky's tears. He leans his head forward on his arms on his knees, bawling.*

Mike: Mick...oh man... (He awkwardly puts his arm around Micky) Pete's so much better at this...

Zelda: *Appears through the door, flanked by handmaidens* Well, well, what have we here?

Mike: (He stands, pulling Micky behind him) Screw you, bitch. He's hurtin'.

Zelda: All the better time to go after him.

Mike: Don't even try. He's havin' enough problems.

Zelda: I'm after both of you. Amazingly enough, you both managed to return from where you were sent somehow.

Mike: We bounce back like that.

Zelda: I'm sure there's an untold story behind your return. However, you're here now, which is just as good.

Mike: (Growls) Don't even get close to me. (He concentrates...and Zelda is now attached to the ceiling) Or I'll do that, and worse.

Zelda: *Screams* Handmaidens GET ME DOWN!

(A squad of handmaidens hurry in. They get on each other's shoulders and finally pry Zelda off the ceiling.)

Zelda: *Angry* Get them!

(The handmaidens attack Mike. He makes his sword appear, then does his best to hold him off. There's just too many of them. They surround him as he lunges at two with his sword. Two more pick up Micky.)

Mike: Get your damn hands off him!

Micky: *Weakly* Mike!

Mike: I'm comin', Mick! (He tries to push his way through the handmaidens, but they surround him and grab his hands. One takes his sword and hands it to Zelda)

Mike: Don't you touch that, bitch!

Zelda: *Takes the sword* Beautiful weapon. *grasps it with both hands and points it at Mike* I’ll bet you didn't know Sheila's been working with me on my sword skills.

Mike: I ain't scared.

(The handmaidens pull Micky over to Zelda, shaking him a little.)

Zelda: *Lowers her sword, puts her index finger to under Micky's chin, and lifts his head* Poor Savage. You look so sad and lost.

Micky: What did you do to Lauren?

Mike: You took her soul, didn't you? Or someone did.

Zelda: I have no idea. I was...busy...elsewhere.

Micky: *Suddenly reaches out for Zelda, screaming* What did you do to her!?

Mike: Micky, she just said she don't know!

Zelda: *Drops the sword to fend off Micky* I don't know! *Pushes Micky away* Get him out of here! Take him upstairs and make him relax!

(The handmaidens drag Micky into a back room where the stairs to the upper floors probably is. Mike tries to reach for his sword on the floor, but the handmaidens still hold him.)

Zelda: *Grabs the sword again* The Savage just made a horrible mistake, but the handmaidens will work with him. Right now, you have my interest.

Mike: (He struggles in the handmaidens' grasp) You pull that shit, an' you'll have the others runnin' in from wherever in the world you dumped them. Em can feel everythin' you do to me.

Zelda: I'll take that risk. Ladies, let’s take him upstairs as well.

(The women drag Mike upstairs. Cut to the upstairs area, which is decorated in shades of violet ranging from pale lilac to dark royal purple. Stuffed animals are stacked on shelves and on beds...but one bed, the largest bed with a huge fringed canopy, is empty.)

Mike: Makes me feel like drinkin' Welch's.

Zelda: I'm glad you approve.

Mike: What, you gonna serve me grape soda?

Zelda: No, I have a better idea. Ladies, tie him down.

*The handmaidens do just that, tying his wrists and ankles to the bed posts.*

Mike: You're gonna get kinky, ain't ya?

Zelda: *Grins* Of course I am.

*The handmaidens leave as Zelda climbs on the bed next to Mike.*

Mike: Zelda, first of all, I ain't interested in anyone 'sides my wife. Second, we both have someone we'd rather get kinky with.

Zelda: That may all be true, but sometimes, when one feels the need, that need should be taken care of. Now, *opens his shirt and runs her hands over his chest* you do feel very nice.

Mike: You an' Emma are the only ones who say that. Everyone keeps tellin' me I'm skinny.

Zelda: Mmm... *runs her hands down his stomach and undoes his pants* let’s cut to the chase.

Mike: (Struggles) Hey! I don't want... (But Zelda kisses him, cutting off his protests)

*Zelda continues kissing him as her hands slip into his pants.*

Mike: (Gasps) Zelda...no...

(He tries to squirm away from her.)

Zelda: *Smirks as she pushes her fingers on him* You're not going anywhere.

Mike: Em...gotta find Em...

Zelda: Oh no, you're not! *pushes as hard as she can*

Mike: (He pushes back) I want my wife!

Zelda: *Rubs him* You are not cooperating.

Mike: Of course, I ain't. You have me tied to the bed, which is not exactly comfortable, and you are NOT my wife.

Zelda: *Grabs a glass from the nightstand and forces the liquid down Mike's throat* Then I'll have to MAKE you cooperate!

Mike: No... (But the liquid does go down his throat. He coughs and sputters)

Zelda: That should help you relax.

Mike: (He settles down with a small smile on his face) Yeah...

Zelda: Good, now I can go to town.

*We fade out as Zelda starts to do what she said. We fade back in on Zelda leaving the room with Mike. She's now in a silk purple robe and walking with a slight skip in her step.*

(This is another purple room. This room is more of a living room. There's more stuffed animals, a fireplace, antique tables and chairs and couches with thick purple cushions. Micky lays on the one bed in the room, an antique four-poster. He is bound and gagged. Zelda leans over him and takes the gag off.)

Zelda: Hello, Savage. Sorry my handmaidens were so rough with you.

Micky: *His face and eyes are red from crying* Where's Lauren? I need Lauren!

Zelda: You have me. Aren't I close enough?

Micky: No! I feel like I'm dying without her!

Zelda: Then let me revive your motor. (She starts untying him)

Micky: I don't want you!

Zelda: Why not? (She looks at herself) Do I have bugs in my teeth?

Micky: You're not Lauren! :

Zelda: You need to be calmed down. (Makes a vial appear) This is the same stuff I gave your buddy the White Knight.

Micky: No, please! I just want Lauren!

Zelda: I just want you to answer a few questions! (Makes a face) Alex told me that car of yours is being stubborn! Won't tell us how to get the crystal out!

Micky: *Whimpers* What car?

Zelda: The one with your mentor who gave you your powers in it?

Micky: I want Lauren! Please! I can't take it much longer!

Zelda: You'll get Lauren...after you tell us where in the car you put that crystal!

Micky: I can't...thoughts jumbled...I need Lauren!

Zelda: You can't think? I can't...I gotta have you! (As she climbs on him, she pulls her purple robe off...and purple silk covers the camera's view as we fade out on soft purple and groans from behind the silk cover.)