Everyone ready to find out what Al's up to? >:)

Mike: I don't like the sound of that.

Peter: I don't like the look of Al's aura.

Micky: Oh bother.

Davy: *Rolls his eyes* Ready.

*We open with the party in full swing. Most everyone appears drunk. Nyles goes from party goer to party goer, making the same drunken speech filled with unintelligible words. He finishes with a belch each time.*

John: (Claps for him when he gets to the Martians) Bravo, bravo, Nyles my boy. (Squints at him) You are Nyles, right?

Nyles: I was before I got here.

John: I didn't know there was three of you.

Maxine: (Sighs) I think ol' Johnny Boy's had a little too much to drink. Time for him to go home.

Mike: (He's behind his guitar on the bandstand) Maybe we'd better start breakin' up the party. It's gettin' late.

Emma: (She's already cleaning up the punch) That's right.

Micky: And everyone's plastered.

Chris: (Turns to Danny) Am I plaster?

Danny: Not unless you're in the walls now.

Chris: Nope, not colorful enough.

Kimberly: Um, yeah, definitely time to head home.

Jenny: Marcus and Tilly already left. Marc said they wanted some "them" time.

Jessie: (She leans against Nyles) Let's go to your place and celebrate you being a learned man.

Nyles: Gladly, chick.

*Nyles and Jessie head out, arm in arm.*

Audrey: (Gives Lauren a light hug) Thanks for invitin' us. You guys sure know how to put on a heck of a party.

Lillian: I'm just glad we got back from our tour in time. You guys are funny when you're drunk.

Lauren: You're welcome.

Winnie: You guys have a nice night. Don't let anyone puke on the furniture.

(The Angellettes head out. Maxine puts an arm around John, then turns to Daphne.)

Maxine: We're gonna take the guys home, Daph. Thanks to the hosts for inviting us.

Daphne: Have a good night.

Lauren: Glad to have you.

Jenny: See you later! (They take the boys' hands or shoulders and lead them out.)

Peter: Well, I think that leaves us and Al.

Mike: How you feelin', Al? Ready to lose your dinner yet?

Al: Nah, I'm fine.

Peter: Why don't we get the party cleaned up and head to bed ourselves? I'm glad we agreed to sleep here with the kids, just in case some of us got a little too bright-eyed.

Mike: (Looks at Micky) Are we bright-eyed?

Micky: *Squints into Mike's eyes* Maybe...a little...

Emma: (Snorts) You two are gone. (Looks at Lauren) Should I take them to bed, or you?

Lauren: *Sighs* They sounds pretty harmless. However, I'm going to bed. I'm worn out.

Emma: (Nods) I'll go with you. We can check on the kids.

Mike: (Yawns) Pete, help me with the equipment. Val and Daph, you two help Al clean up the food mess. Davy and Micky, you guys can sweep and make sure all the guests have left and aren't making out under any random crevices.

Peter: All right, Michael. (He and Mike gather the musical instruments and amps.)

Valerie: (Hands Al a pile of clean bowls) Al, could you be a dear and put these in the kitchen cabinet? I've already washed them.

Al: Sure! *Turns with the dishes; smirks when his back is turned. He puts the dishes in the cabinet, then slips out the door to the hall and watches the stairs.*

Emma: (As she comes downstairs) You have a nice night too, Lauren! I'll be up shortly. (Almost runs smack into Al as she gets off the stairs) Whoa!

Al: *Lowers his glasses as his eyes begin to glow an eerie blue* I don't know why none of you would cooperate earlier.

Emma: Cooperate with what? (Starts to step back) Al, what's wrong with your eyes?

Al: *Grabs her arm* There's nothing wrong.

Emma: Al, your grip is like ice! Let go! (She struggles) MIKE! MI...

Al: Quiet! *slaps her as rope appears in his free hand*

Emma: Ouch! (Struggles) No, I won't be quiet! Al, what's with you? You've never acted like this before! Al, what are you doing?

Al: I'm sending you to the jungle.

Emma: But...how? Why? (She struggles, even as he binds her hands and arms)

Al: By special request. It seems someone liked what they saw in me.

Emma: (Narrows her eyes) And I can guess whom. The devils.

(Al binds her legs and catches her when she topples to the floor. He sets her on the couch.)

Emma: Al, stop this. I can heal you. I can fix whatever the devils did, or the others can. (She tries to concentrate)

Al: I'm not falling for that. Now, if you'll stop arguing, I'll be sending you away now.

Emma: (Tries to kick out at him) Al, stop!

Al: *His eyes glow again* Say hi to the lions for me.

Emma: Nooo! Miikkkeee... (But her voice is drowned out as a dark blue light surrounds her. When it subsides, she's gone, and the rope is on the couch.)

Mike: (He runs into the living room) What was that? I thought I heard Em screamin'.

Al: Oh, it was. *his eyes glow again*

Mike: Um, Al, you're startin' to look like a blond alien. Now, I know I'm drunk, but I ain't so drunk that I think this is a good thing.

Al: Now, where should I send you?

Mike: You ain't sendin' me nowhere, Al. You're gettin' outta here. (He grabs his arms) I think you're either really drunk, or the devils got at you.

Al: *Smirks* You guessed! *Tugs an arm out of Mike's grasp and punches him in the gut.*

(Mike gasps and doubles over.)

Mike: (Manages to smirk) You're...really...drunk?

Al: Wrong one. *starts tying him up*

(Mike is bound more heavily than Emma was. He collapses on the floor, writhing in his bonds.)

Mike: What in the hell are you doin?

Al: I'm going to send you to the big city. Get your animal senses all nice and confused.

Mike: What?!

Al: You didn't hear me?

Mike: Yeah, I heard you. I just thought you'd gone nuts, that's all.

Al: Nope! I know exactly what I'm doing. *his eyes glow again*

Mike: Al, stop! No! (But there's the same dark blue glow around him, and he disappears.

*Al picks up the rope, smirking. It disappears as he heads back to the kitchen.*

(Valerie and Daphne bustle around the kitchen, putting away pots, pans, dishes, and Tupperware containers of leftovers.)

Valerie: Hi, Al. We have all your equipment rounded up and cleaned for you.

Al: Great. *smirks*

Valerie: Al, what is it? Did we miss a spot?

Daphne: Or did the alcohol catch up to you and broke the plunger in the bathroom? *turns to Val* Micky did that to our bathroom a couple times.

Valerie: And the bathroom in the hall near the ballroom.

Daphne: You, too, huh?

Al: Ladies, enough. *his eyes glow again*

Valerie: Al, what's wrong with your eyes?

Al: Nothing. They're just fine.

Daphne: That's freaky.

Valerie: Um, no, they're not fine. They're glowing BLUE. (Looks at Daphne) Maybe we'd better tell the others. I think there's something very wrong.

Al: Some of them already know.

Daphne: What?

Valerie: Why didn't they tell us, then?

Al: Because they just found out. *his eyes glow again; he looks at Daphne* I hope you like the African Savannah.

Daphne: The African...what!? *She disappears.*

Al: *Turns to Valerie* I'm thinking a nice deserted island for you.

Valerie: A deserted island?

Al: You're very own.

Valerie: I'm not so sure that's a good idea...

Al: No, I think it's a great idea. *his eyes glow again*

Valerie: No... (She pulls back and tries to concentrate, but she's not fast enough before she disappears.)

Al: *Smirks* Two more down... *heads out of the kitchen*

(Peter is alone in the Rainbow Room, putting the last of the musical equipment away. He frowns when he sees Al.)

Peter: Al... (he jumps off the bandstand and walks over to him) There's something I want to talk to you about. Are you...all right?

Al: I'm fine!

Peter: You don't look fine. Has something happened? Did Shei...your last job do something to cause any trouble?

Al: Trouble? No trouble at all!

Peter: You seem...different.

Al: Different? How so? *smirks; his eyes glow briefly*

Peter: (Pulls back) Well, for a start, I've never seen your eyes glow before.

Al: How would you like a vacation, Peter? Where would you like to go?

Peter: Um, I have work. I can't go on vacation until Christmas break.

Al: You need a vacation. Let’s see. (Thinks; then) A dry prairie land! With very little plant life or really any other kind of life!

Peter: What?

Al: I've already sent most of the others to different places.

Peter: But...why? Where?

Al: Because I was told to.

Peter: (Narrows his eyes; he knows) By the devils. (He puts a hand on Al's shoulder) They did something to you. Some kind of hypnotizing...

Al: *His eyes glow* I hope you enjoy the prairie...

Peter: Al, you're not thinking! Al! (But he disappears before he can go further)

Al: *Smirks* Oh, I'm thinking just fine.

*Al whistles as he goes to find Davy and Micky. When he finds them, Micky's passed out on the couch in the living room.*

Davy: (He's watching TV; sighs) He's going to be fun to drag upstairs.

Al: I can relieve you of that problem.

Davy: (Turns to Al; frowns at his eyes) What the hell did you drink tonight?

Al: Nothing. *His eyes glow even brighter. Micky disappears in a dark blue light.*

Davy: Hey! (Jumps up) What are you DOING?

Al: I sent him to play in the freezer. Now, for you...

Davy: What do you mean? (He lunges at Al) You bring him back!

Al: *His eyes glow again; side-steps Davy and knocks him to the floor* No.

Davy: Ow! (Frowns) I don't remember you being that strong before.

Al: *Easily picks up Davy* I think you'd like a volcano.

Davy: Um no, no I wouldn't. (He tries to struggled, but he just ends up moaning) Man, my head...

Al: *His eyes glow again* Off to the volcano with you! *Davy disappears*