You boys ready for some serious spying?

Mike: And be careful!

Peter: You know how the devils are!

Micky: Okay, Daddy, we get the point!

Davy: I'll keep an eye on Mick.

(Mike rolls his eyes. Peter chuckles.)

(We open in a parking garage in downtown Los Angeles. We see Davy park his jeep, then jump out of the driver's side.)

Davy: You all set, mate?

Micky: *Jumps out the passenger side* You bet I am. Spying is my middle name.

Davy: I'm almost rather looking forward to this. (Looks at Micky) As long as no one pushes me in front of rays that make you 50 feet tall.

Micky: How was I supposed to know that's what would happen?

Davy: Well, don't push me at all. We don't need to call attention to ourselves. Do you have the disguises?

Micky: Yup! We're all set.

Davy: Good. We'll change as soon as we find a bathroom. We'll need to go easy on the Imagination Powers here. That would really give us away, especially if all three devils are here.

(The two start walking down to the elevator...only to jump aside when a familiar black Mustang swings by them!)

Davy: Shit! I think that's Alex! (He grabs Micky and pulls him and the equipment behind a jeep)

Micky: Okay, THAT was too close!

Davy: (Watches as Alex removes some equipment and a briefcase from the Mustang and walks off, grumbling) Maybe we ought to follow him.

Micky: Sounds like a good idea to me.

Davy: Come on! (He and Micky run behind the cars as Alex walks to the elevator. Alex pushes the button for the elevator just as Micky trips over a piece of equipment he dropped.)

(Davy pushes their heads behind the cars, hoping Alex didn't see anything.)

Davy: Mate, are you ok?

Micky: Oh, fine. I like to kiss the floor.

Davy: Alex is looking this way! Duck! (He ducks back down) :O

(Alex looks over his shoulder...but seeing nothing, he shrugs and steps on the elevator.)

Davy: That was close. (Helps Micky to his feet)

Micky: *Brushes himself off* Thanks, Dave.

Davy: Anytime. (Nods at the now-empty parking lot) Let's get moving. Alex is probably way ahead of us by now.

(They head to the elevator. Davy presses the button.)

Davy: You sure you know what you're doin' if anyone asks us what kind of repair men we are?

Micky: Of course! Computers are new, and they require repairmen. Besides, I've been working with computers for several years.

Davy: Yeah, we have to look like we know what we're doing. Here. (Hands Micky a fake mustache) Put yours on.

(Davy puts on his thick fake mustache and beard as they enter the elevator.)

Micky: *Puts his mustache, then wiggles his upper lip* Wonder if I should really grow one of these?

Davy: Don't make yourself look any worse than you already do. (Strokes his chin) How do I look with a beard?

Micky: Worse.

Davy: Thanks, mate. (The elevator opens.) Let's go see if we can keep an eye on Sheila the Evil and the Nasty Squad.

(The duo leave the garage and head out into the sunshine and next-door to a huge, glass-and-metal skyscraper. Cut to inside. Micky and Davy get off of another elevator. They both now wear jumpsuits and carry bags and boxes with tools and equipment. Davy wears a long wig. Micky wears a red baseball cap turned backwards.)

Receptionist: (The woman at the front desk in the spartan, gray-and-black lobby turns to Micky and Davy) May I help you gentlemen?

Davy: Yes. We're here to work on your computer system.

Receptionist: (Checks a clipboard) I have no one here listed that's supposed to repair anything today.

Davy: Mr. Alex called us personally.

Receptionist: You'll have to take it up with him.

Davy: You can call him, if you want.

Receptionist: (Points to Alex and Sheila coming out of a door) Here's Mr. Alex and Ms. Saunders now.

Sheila: (As she and Alex join them) And Alex, I just can't allow you to... (Frowns) Hello, gentlemen. May I help you?

Davy: Yes, we're Quickie Computer Repair. We're here to take a look at your system.

Sheila: I don't remember hiring any computer repairmen...

Alex: Actually, I did request repairmen. I've been too busy to check things out myself.

Sheila: We're having problems with our computer system?

Alex: Not a problem per se. I just feel some of the equipment isn't running up to par.

Davy: Well, we'll have your equipment running like clockwork in no time!

Sheila: You two are awfully familiar. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Davy: Um, no, I've never seen you before in me life, Miss.

Sheila: (Squints at Micky) Have you ever done any other work for us?

Micky: *shakes his head* No, but I've done a lot of work around town.

Sheila: (Sighs) Well, Alex, you can show them where to get started. Meet me in my office afterwards.

Alex: *Nods* Right this way, fellas. *leads the guys to the room next to Sheila's office, which we see her enter behind them*

Davy: (Looks around the room, which is filled with file drawers, metal cabinets, and huge, blinking computers) Is this the main computer console?

Alex: This is it. When you're finished, leave the bill at the desk.

Micky: Will do.

Davy: Right, sir. (He turns to Micky with a grin) I can't believe they just left us here with all this stuff...and right next to Sheila's office, too! Do you want to get info from the computer, or listen in on the Devils?

Micky: *Tosses a glass to Davy* What do you think?

Davy: Have fun. Don't do too much damage. (He puts a glass to the door and sets up a reel recorder, which he attaches to another glass set against the wall.)

(Cut to the next room. Sheila sits at her desk, shuffling papers. Alex sits in the seat in front of her.)

Sheila: Alex, I've called you in today to tell you we're going to have to find another media company to buy.

Alex: You're kidding?

Sheila: It was purchased by the Staffer Company. You've heard of them? They mostly specialize in pre-packaged, frozen, and canned goods. I occasionally eat their frozen meals when I work late.

(Davy leans against the door.)

Sheila: It's owned by a Lillith Staffer, the daughter of the original owner. Said to be quite sharp...and quite ruthless.

(Davy leans further into the door. He now has a stethoscope)

Sheila: I have no idea what she intends to do with it. Probably just there to add money to her coffers.

Davy: (Turns to Micky) Sounds like Sheila wanted to buy some media corporation, but someone got to it first. Do we know any movie or music studios that are for sale?

Micky: *Thinks* Uhhmmm...

Davy: Wait, there's more. (He leans against the wall again) Something about stars...

Sheila: (As we cut to their side) I still want Dark Star Records. It would be the perfect way to gather souls.

Alex: *Nods* I definitely agree.

Sheila: Perhaps we could negotiate with Ms. Staffer. She sounds like a sensible woman.

Alex: It couldn't hurt to try.

Sheila: Perhaps we could even become partners.

Davy: (Cut to him and Micky again) You ever heard of a Staffer Company that sells frozen food?

Micky: Of course I have! I love their foods!

Davy: It sounds like they're the ones who bought (eyes widen) Dark Star Records? Belavarg's old company?

Micky: Say what?

Davy: The Staffer Company bought Dark Star Records.

Davy: I hope they don't know who used to own it.

Micky: Well...

Davy: You found anything on your end?

Micky: Other than this is a REALLY impressive computer system?

Davy: Any interesting information about their activities lately?

Micky: Not really.

Davy: She been talking to anyone interesting lately? Maybe someone we know? She might be plotting with them, or took their soul, or something.

Micky: Hmm...wait...it appears they had some catering done. Al's name is near the top of the list.

Davy: Al Blueton? He's worked with us, too. He's a nice guy. You think they might go after him?

Micky: That would be him. I don't know.

Davy: He's catering Nyles' party next week, right?

Micky: Yeah, he is.

Davy: Maybe we should keep an eye on him. They might have tried something on him or taken his soul.

Micky: Good idea.

Davy: How's that computer system working, anyway? We are supposed to be doing a tune-up.

Micky: It was a little slow. I perked it up already.

Davy: Good. Tell it to give weird information to Alex the next time he uses it, too.

Micky: Well, I tried. We'll see what the outcome is.

Davy: (Leans over and listens again...and jumps back and starts gathering the recorder) They're coming this way!

Micky: Oh crap!

Davy: (Shoves the recorder in a box) Get the tools!

Micky: *Gathers all the tools and dumps them in the bag* All set!

Sheila: (She and Alex enter the room) Finished, gentlemen?

Davy: (Gathers boxes) Yeah. We're done.

Sheila: Any problems?

Micky: I did find the speeds a little low. I adjusted a few things. You're running top speed now.

Sheila: Thank you, gentlemen. Leave your bill with the receptionist.

Micky: you got it, ma'am.

Davy: Have a nice day! (They head out; he turns to Micky as they step onto the elevator) Whew! That was a close one. I can't believe they didn't recognize us!

Micky: A little too close, but it worked.

Davy: By the way, you said you "perked up" their computer. How?

Micky: Oh... they're gonna have an interesting time with their printer the next time they run it.

Davy: Um...yeah. (We fade out as the elevator goes down...and we hear screaming and shouting from the direction of the computer room...)