Everyone ready to party?

Mike: As long as Nyles hasn't spiked the punch again.

Peter: I'm ready!

Davy: Me too, mates.

Micky: Ready!

*We open at Micky and Lauren's house. We see all sorts of decorations and a large banner proclaiming "Congratulations Nyles!"*

Mike: (He's finishing the last of the crepe paper) Looks good. Hey Mick, how's the sign?

Micky: The sign's perfect!

Mike: (Pulls back) Yeah, it does look pretty good, doesn't it?

Peter: (As he comes out with a platter of sliced meats and cheeses) What looks pretty good?

Mike: The sign.

Peter: (Looks up) Yeah, it does! You did a great job, Mick!

Micky: Thanks, fellas.

Lauren: *Comes in* Can we start eating yet?

Micky: Babe, the party's gonna start shortly.

Mike: Yeah, as soon as everyone shows up.

Emma: (As the door bell rings; she carries a bowl of cut-up fruit) That should be our first guests now.

Valerie: (She carries a cooler filled with cans of soda and beer) Who's going to get it?

Emma: Lauren, why don't you get it? You can be hostess.

Micky: Yeah, it'll keep your mind off food until everyone's here.

Lauren: *Sighs* All right, fine. *goes to the door*

Micky: *Shakes his head* She's starting to get cranky about food, as you can tell.

Emma: She's gotten up to the mood-swing point, huh?

Micky: And it's always about food.

Mike: You're just mad that she's out-eating you now.

Micky: No, it's that if she doesn't get fed, I run the risk of getting hurt.

Mike: And this is different from you...how?

Micky: *Lifts one sleeve to reveal black and blue marks on one arm* She actually does hit.

Mike: Ouch. And I'll bet she hurts. She can lift her weight in elephants.

Micky: Yes, she does.

Mike: She hasn't been hurting the kids, has she?

Micky: No, just me because she knows I can take it.

Mike: (Turns around as Lauren comes in with Davy and Daphne) Hey, guys!

Emma: Lauren, Al should be around any minute with the rest of the food, including the cake. ;)

Peter: (Frowns) I really think we ought to keep a close eye on Al tonight. It sounds like the devils may have tried something on him.

Valerie: Just because he catered for one of Sheila's executive luncheons doesn't mean they'll try to harm him

Lauren: *Shrugs* I thought he seemed okay earlier, despite slapping my hand away from the cookies.

Mike: (Shrugs) He said he had to go back for the cake. It wouldn't fit with the rest of the food.

Peter: Yes, but that was earlier. If the devils planned something to happen, it'll probably happen during or after the party.

Micky: I think we should just keep an eye on him all the same. If there's nothing wrong, at least we'll know.

Mike: (Nods) I agree. I smelled a faint whiff of danger - and Sheila's perfume - on him before.

Peter: And I thought his aura seemed a bit strange. Not quite like his. Almost like someone else's was under there.

Davy: We'll just have to be careful. We want to keep ourselves intact as much as we want him to remain intact.

Mike: Right. I say we try to stick together and make sure our guests do the same as much as possible.

Micky: And hope that he doesn't bring down the house around us.

Mike: Yeah. If he starts to do anything even remotely strange, clear out the guests and get him outside.

Peter: Even if his eyes glow the wrong color.

Micky: If his head spins around, I'm outta here.

Al: *Calls from outside* Hey, could someone give me a hand with bringing the cake in?

Mike: Yeah. Mick, come on.

Emma: I'll get the door. (Does so)

Micky: Okay...

*The guys head out. They return a short time later with all three carrying a portion of the cake.*

Davy: Mick, I hope you didn't drool on the cake.

Micky: Good one, Dave.

Mike: Nahh, he's dry. Al threatened bodily harm if he tried anything cute on the cake.

Al: *Grins* Besides, we'll be diving into it shortly anyway.

Mike: Mick literally, I'm sure.

Emma: (Sees Lauren's eyes gleam) I'm more worried about other people.

Lauren: Just one small bite, or even just some frosting!

Micky: Down, babe! We have to get the party started first.

Mike: Maybe we ought to put that where she can't get at it.

Emma: I'll keep an eye on it.

Micky: Come on, babe, lets go greet the rest of the guests as they come in.

Lauren: Okay.

*They head out for the front door.*

(The Four Martians and Tilly are at the door. The Martians carry kegs of beer and wine bottles. Tilly has a grin a mile wide.)

Tilly: Guess what? Marcus and I FINALLY set a date!

Micky: Congratulations!

Marcus: (He's dazed; he has lipstick on his lips) Uh, yeah. Just ten minutes ago.

Tilly: Well, I said, we're either getting married, or splitting... (she pulls him close) but I didn't really want to split with you, now did I?

Marcus: Nuh-uh.

John: He's been like that the entire way here.

Chris: Are the girls here yet?

John: Don't see 'em...

Audrey's Voice: Hey! (They break up - revealing the Angellettes) Which big Texan is blockin' the door?

John: (The Martians scramble away) Sorry.

Winnie: Ok everyone, the party can start right now! The Angellettes are back in town!

Lillian: Fresh off their extended tour of the US and Europe.

Winnie: And we heard the best caterer in town brought in the goodies!

Micky: You heard right.

Audrey: Where's Al?

Lillian: Where's that cake?

Emma: Where's the graduating boy?

*Nyles and Jessie arrive, arms around each other.*

Mike: (Grins) Welcome to the big graduating man!

Peter: Congratulations, Nyles!

Winnie: Yeah! We're all gonna raise a glass of stuff that'll get us drunk in your honor!

Nyles: I'll drink to that!

Jessie: Yeah! (Puts an arm around Nyles) My surfer boy is an official Bachelor of Arts. I'm dating a genuine smart man!

Emma: Imagine that.

Valerie: Yeah... (frowns as Al tries to take her arm) What is it, Al?

Peter: (He quickly joins them) Yeah, what is it, Al? ;)

Al: I...just needed a hand setting up some of the trays on the buffet.

Valerie: Why don't we both do it? They look heavy.

Peter: Sure! (He and Valerie take either side of a tray)

Al: Thanks. *smiles, but it almost seems forced*

Peter: (Whispers to Valerie) His aura's strange. It's shaky, like it's being controlled by someone else.

Valerie: (Nods) We'd really better keep an eye on him, then.

("I'll Be Back Up On My Feet" begins as Valerie and Peter rejoins the party. Al goes over to Mike to chat with him. Mike pulls out his guitar to show him a few songs.)

*Al gives a motion to wait a second and pulls out his saxophone. How about this?*

(Mike nods. Great! They start to play along.)

(Peter sees them. Hey, that looks great! He grabs his bass and plays along.)

*Davy jumps in next with his tambourine and maracas.*

(Peter waves Micky over.)

*Micky runs over and hops onto the drums.*

(Valerie lets the Westminster Abbies in. Chris immediately grabs Jenny and swings her around the room.)

(Kimberly picks up a random guitar and joins the guys. Maxine and John smooch by the cake.)

(Jessie nudges Nyles and points to the punch...and then to a bottle of liquor she has. Wanna really get this party going? )

*Nyles nods and offers to open the bottle.*

(As the guys take a break, Al points to the punch bowl. Hey Micky, want a drink?)

*...But Lauren leans over, reaching for food and blocking them from getting a drink.*

(Al keeps trying to get Micky alone, but Lauren keeps pushing around them for food.)

*Micky shrugs. Sorry!*

(Emma is seated alone in a chair, reading a book while the guys sip the punch.)

*Al wanders over to Emma and asks what she's reading.*

(Emma smiles and holds up a dog-eared copy of the original 1961 "The Betty Crocker Cooky Book."

*Al nods approval, though he smirks slightly.*

(Mike immediately sits on the other side of them. Hey, what's happenin'? Want some punch?)

(Emma smiles and kisses him on the cheek. She's working on ideas for her Christmas cookies.)

*Al rolls his eyes, but puts on a smile.*

*Al spots Davy returning from the kitchen, carrying a couple drinks.*

(Daphne dances alone on the dance floor, really getting into it.)

(Davy joins her...but Al gets between them, trying to cut in.)

*Davy and Daphne look at him like he has two heads. Al shrugs. Can't blame a guy who's got two left feet.*

(We end with the entire group clapping as the boys and Al finish their number on the bandstand.)