Everyone ready for a chat?

Mike: We need it.

Peter: I agree.

Micky: Definitely.

Davy: Ready.

(We open in the Beach Cave almost exactly as we began Part 2...with Mike leaning over a pair of booted feet sticking out from under Ursula. Peter and Davy polish Rosemarie.)

Mike: Need anythin' else, Mick?

Micky: *Slightly muffled* No, all set.

Mike: How does she look, Mick? Alex do any major damage?

Micky: Nothing major, but enough to keep me busy for a little while, which is good.

Mike: Yeah. We have a lot to talk about. First of all, how's Lauren?

Micky: She's okay. Just needed some rest, and she's fine. *sighs* She said she thinks I actually had it worse.

Mike: You might have. Maybe you should go home and do some restin' yourself.

Micky: If I rest, I'll think, and thinkin's not really what I wanna do right now. That's why I'm down here, workin' on Urse.

Peter: Micky...how are you feeling right now? (He tosses the rag he was using to wax Rosemarie into a bucket) You did go through a lot. You too, Michael.

Mike: (Sighs) I'm fine.

*Micky just makes a noise that doesn't really answer the question.*

Peter: Seriously, Mick. You can talk to me. You know I can see your aura...and it's still a little shaky.

Micky: *Rolls out from under Ursula and sits up* I've only been as scared as I was here one other time. I think we all remember what happened then...pretty close to the same thing that happened yesterday. I'm still trying to get back to normal.

Mike: Mick, we all are.

Peter: (Nods) How do you think I felt about being dropped in the middle of Nebraska?

Mike: Or getting stuck in the New York Subway, jumped on by Zelda, and turned into a mouse?

Micky: *Eyes flash* I was nearly FROZEN to death in the Arctic, but that doesn’t bother me nearly as much as fuckin' Alex taking Lauren's soul!

Mike: Mick, I know how you feel. That little bastard took Em's soul a few months ago. It nearly killed me. Why do you think I agreed to go with them? I wanted to save her!

Micky: *Opens his mouth, then shuts it and puts his head in his hands* I know, Mike. I just need time.

Mike: We understand that.

Peter: Don't forget, the holidays are coming.

Micky: *Nods* I know.

Ursula: You can let it out, Micky. You all went through hell and back, pardon the pun regarding my sister. By the way, she's fit to be tied in fifteen different ways right now. Did they really arrest her?

Davy: They sure did, thankfully.

Mike: Last we'd checked, she, Alex, and Zelda were all under arrest and pending trial. Sheila has great lawyers...but the cops have a list of infractions ranging from kidnapping to grand theft larceny to unpaid parking and speeding tickets.

Ursula: Good. It's about time she went into jail and stayed there. A few months behind bars with no one to rescue her will do her some good.

Mike: Yeah. Alex and Zelda are goin' with her. They're both accessories to kidnapping and theft...and the have their own long lists of crimes.

Peter: And I can't say I'm sorry to see her go.

Micky: Alex should be glad he's only going to jail.

Ursula: My sister's lucky all of you released the souls when you did. I was about to send her further underground than the Arizona Complex.

Mike: Urse...how did we get you out of the car?

Ursula: My spirit can be released when an extreme amount of love - the strongest emotion of all - is focused on my encasement.

Mike: Is that how the kids and Lauren got you out...and after us?

Ursula: (Nods) You should be proud of all of them. (Turns to Micky) Lauren and the children did the right thing by coming to me.

Micky: They didn't exactly have many other options.

Ursula: They were still a tremendous help. More than they know. (Sighs) I haven't felt this good in years!

Mike: So, when you feel loved....

Ursula: I feel power. That's probably how I was able to defeat my sister.

Mike: (Turns to Micky) And it looks like your little guy is a chip off the old man. He tackled Sheila like a Dallas Cowboys quarterback!

Micky: Yeah, I noticed. I don't know if I like that.

Mike: I'm not sure how I feel about Katie bein' able to do what I can, either.

Peter: Jordan's getting better with his auras.

Mike: Robbie just wants to play rough like his sister. I hope he doesn't end up gettin' hurt. He must have gotten Em's side of the family, 'cause I ain't seen any wolf in him yet.

Peter: Austin's too young to be discussing powers of any kind.

Davy: Lizzie's got some strength showing. We'll see if anything else becomes noticeable.

Peter: Hey Micky, have you heard from Al since we got back?

Micky: Yes. He says he'd love to write a book about what we all went through, but respects our secrets, so he won't.

Mike: Hell, maybe we're the ones who should be writin' books. Under assumed names, of course. Or comic books. We'd be like the X-Men of the Fantastic Four or somethin', without the rock guys and guys with huge claws.

Micky: Maybe we should. *frowns* He also mentioned he wasn't feeling very good. He figured he's paying for that kiss he gave Zelda. Poor guy sounded like he was about to hack up a lung.

Mike: Maybe he picked up somethin' from her.

Peter: Is he still going to look for his brother in New York?

Micky: *Shrugs* As soon as he's feeling better. He did talk to Nielson again. He said bail was posted in New York.

Peter: Well, that's a good thing.

Mike: I'm assumin' Brian's still alive, then.

Micky: Yeah. Al said he was gonna try talkin' him into coming back here.

Mike: I just hope he can stay away from the LA gangs. They're said to be even tougher.

Micky: I guess we'll see.

Mike: How's Rosemarie feeling?

Peter: (Grins at the car) How are you feeling, Rosie? Val was worried about you.

Ursula: Yes, dear girl, how are you? Thank goodness Alex didn't get beyond fiddling with me.

Rosemarie: I feel great! That Alex is rather a bungler. He actually made me feel even better.

Micky: *Slight grin* Well, that's good to know.

Ursula: He must have just given you a tune-up. (Actually shudders) He poured that nasty Goo all over me. You don't know how greatful I am to you two, Peter and Micky, for removing that awful wax coating. Not to mention the older children.

Micky: It was nothin', Urse.

Peter: (Nods) We did what we had to for a very good friend.

Ursula: You did more than that. You saved me. (Sighs) Much like your ancestors did. I'm so glad to be able to see all of you improving your skills the way you are! I never got to see them increase their levels, or watch their children grow. For me, that's the greatest reward of all.

Mike: I'm just glad we're still alive after all that. The girls are, too. They're all watchin' the kids now and makin' sure they get cleaned up and take naps.

Ursula: How are the other women feeling?

Mike: Em's just fine. A little worried about Lauren's delicate condition, but otherwise fine. She was starting in on pies for Thanksgiving when I left.

Davy: Daph's just fine.

Peter: Valerie’s great. I left her feeding Austin. Jordan had just gone down for his nap.

Ursula: Perhaps we need to start being more careful with these parties. My sister may be in jail, but you do have other enemies.

Mike: (Looks at Micky) Looks like it's back to the security system drawin' board.

Micky: Yay.

Mike: I think we ought to step up trainin' once the holidays are past, too. We haven't used our trainin' island in months.

Peter: (Nodded) And we need some more rest after all this and Christmas and Thanksgiving. Valerie told me when we got back that her trip to that deserted island was so relaxing, she's considering booking all of us a week-long trip to a tropical island sometime in February or March, when we're not as busy.

Mike: That could be useful...

Micky: Love it already!

Davy: That does sound nice.

Peter: Valerie said she was going to make a group meeting and discuss it with everyone eventually, but she wanted me to throw it out to you guys before we get together. She's going to call the women and tell them about it.

Mike: If we can find someone to take the kids, we could probably use the time off.

Micky: We know a fair handful that could watch the kids.

Peter: We'll have to discuss this in the next few weeks. Valerie will need to make reservations soon if she wants to get rooms for all eight of us by February.

Ursula: All of you should go. We'll be fine here.

Mike: Yeah. It sounds good.

Peter: And with the devils in jail for good, we won't have to worry about anyone snowing on our parade, like they did on that trip to the New England ski resort a few years ago.

Mike: I hope they stay there for good.

Ursula: They're all there this time. Sheila doesn't have Alex to break her out.

Peter: Nielson told me he's determined to make those accusations stick. Even the best lawyers in LA couldn't get her and the other two out of jail entirely.

Davy: That's good to hear.

Mike: They deserve to be in jail for what they've done to us alone. (Looks at Micky) Especially you and Lauren. Not to mention Em.

Micky: *Nods* No kidding.

Mike: I'm just glad we found that box. Good thing Daph's got a great eye.

Micky: You're glad?

Mike: Micky, how did you know she'd gotten her soul back? I'm assumin' there was a light involved, given the show we saw when Daph pressed that button.

Micky: *shrugs* I just felt... whole... again.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. That's how I felt when Em's soul was released, too.

Peter: You do look much better now, Micky. You up for helping with Thanksgiving dinner? We're going to do it at the Montgomery House this year. I want you to make the turkey.

Mike: You sure that's safe?

Micky: *Ignores Mike* I'm up for it, Pete.

Peter: Valerie or I will be in the kitchen at all times when we're not playing host and hostess. I want to make those wheat rolls. Mother gave me her recipe.

Mike: Em's already makin' three kinds of pies, two kinds of bread, and her mom's famous "Magic Bars." (Grins) I've tasted them. They live up to their name. Chocolate chips, coconut, and condensed milk on a cookie crust.

Peter: Sounds sweet.

Mike: Yeah, they are, but they're good. Em says her mother got the recipe from some book on dealin' with PMS.

Peter: I'm the cook in our family, not Valerie. I don't think she's ever had to cook for herself a day in her life. She'll be contributing meat, cheese, and vegetable trays from her father's grocery store chain.

Mike: Em's the cook. I'd end up contributin' Pop Tarts.

Ursula: You know, it's getting late. Maybe you ought to return to your wives now, before they all worry about you.

Mike: (Looks at his watch) Damn, she's right. I told Em I'd be back in time to chop cranberries for cranberry bread.

Peter: (He pats Ursula on her hood) Thanks for all your help, Urse. If it wasn't for you and Lauren, we'd still be scattered across the globe.

Mike: (Pats Rosemarie) You too, Rosie. You're both damn good vehicles.

Ursula: Thank you, Peter. I'm just glad that all of you are home, and with limbs and souls intact.

Rosemarie: Thank you, all.

Mike: Anytime, ladies. (He puts his arm around Micky; Peter does the same to Davy) Ok, guys. Let's go home to our wives.

Peter: Sounds good to me.

Micky: Me too.

Davy: Same here.

(The camera focuses on the cars as the four men head out the door. The door shuts, and the lights - in the cars and the Beach Cave - dim, leaving the two cars in an eerie, yet placid, blue glow as we fade out on the scene.)