Hey, we're rapidly losing time here, so, wanna get started? ;)

Micky: What's going on? :-/ ;)

Peter: I'd like to know that myself.

Mike: I'm back from the studio now.

Davy: When do I show up?

(We open a bit later in the day, in the Rainbow Room. The boys play "Acapulco Sun" to an rapt audience made up of Lauren, the twins, Jordan, and Leah in her mother's lap. Mike turns to the guys as the song finishes.)

Mike: Not bad. A little slow for the movie. We already have the "As We Go Along" video. Could make it onto an album, though.

Peter: (Looks at the kids and Lauren) What did you think? :)

Jordan: Yay! Daddy play moosic! :D

Lauren: Loved it! *winks at Micky, who spins a drum stick. Lauren helps Leah clap.*

Mike: (Turns to the guys) Ok, fellas, we're gonna work on "I Won't Be The Same Without Her" for the Mel Tanovan gig later this week.

Peter: (Frowns at Micky, who seems oddly quiet) Micky, are you ok? You haven't been acting like yourself all afternoon.

Micky: Hm?

Mike: Hey, Mick, we're ready to start.

Micky: I had an idea for a song to do for the gig.

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Mick, I already told you, we ain't doin' "Randy Scouse Git."

Peter: What, Micky?

Micky: No, the Skyliners' "Since I Fell For You."

Mike: It ain't what we usually do, but it IS pretty classy...

Peter: Give it a whirl!

Mike: Mick, are you SURE you're ok?

(Peter finds a fascinating piece of the bandstand to stare at.)

Micky: Fine. *comes to the front, holding a drumstick as a microphone*

Mike: (Leans over Davy) I don't like the look in his eyes.

Davy: I don't, eithah. Somethin' weird's going on... even for Mick.

Micky: *turns to the others* Ready?

Mike: Uh, yeah. (Tunes his guitar)

Davy: Ready when you are, mate.

Peter: Micky...(sighs)...yeah, I'm ready.

*As the fellas play "Since I Fell For You," Micky croons ala Bing Crosby into the drumstick. He stares at Lauren the entire time, who watches and listens with a lovestruck (and dumbstruck) look on her face.*

Mike: (Mutters) Man, he's really into this.

Davy: I've seen 'im sing this song before, but nevah like this. Poor Lauren melted as soon as 'e started.

Mike: It's like he's Dean Martin or somethin'.

Davy: Dean Mahtin was nevah this sickening.

Jordan: (Tugs at Lauren) Auntie Lauren? Ok?

*Lauren sighs.*

(Micky grabs Lauren and dips her as well as he can with a baby in her arms when he finishes the song and kisses her passionately.)

*After Micky lets Lauren go, she fans herself with her free hand. Micky bows.*

Mike: (The guys clap) Very nice, Mick. We'll definitely have to keep that. Every woman in the studio audience will fall into a dead faint.

Micky: *small, knowing smile* Thank you, Michael.

Mike: Uh, Michael? Mick, the last time you called me that, you were bein' controlled by the devil.

Peter: Oh man...

Micky: *blinks* What?

*Lauren's still too melted to hear what the guys are saying.* ;)

Peter: Micky, please tell me you're ok!

Micky: I'm fine! Why do you guys keep asking me if I'm okay? *does a double take at Lauren* Why does Lauren look like I need to mop her up? She's heard me sing "Acapulco Sun" before, and it never had this much effect on her.

Mike: Mick, you just sang "Since I Fell For You." And kissed her. Hard. She damn near turned into a puddle.

Micky: *jaw drops open* I...did?

Peter: Mick, you're still doing it.

Micky: Doing what?

Peter: What you did earlier, after you got that green stuff on you!

Mike: You did WHAT?!

Davy: Wot green stuff?

Micky: What're you talking about, Pete?

Peter: Micky, you keep going in and out. One minute, you'll be yourself, and the next...you can't remember anything!

Mike: Well, if he's puttin' on a good show like that...

Davy: 'E can 'ide 'is own Easter eggs. ;)

Micky: I...uh...what?

Mike: Mick, what, exactly, do you remember about this afternoon?

Micky: I showed Pete a machine we can use to float bubbles crossed with the Monkee Dust in the air while we play, then...uh, then I don't remember.

Mike: What did you put IN that machine?

Micky: Well, I'd originally tested it with regular bubble mixture, and it worked fine. Then I put a liquid version of the Dust in and...

Mike: Don't tell me. It blew.

Peter: All over Micky.

Davy: Oh man.

Mike: It must be havin' some kind of reaction.

Micky: *turns to Mike* What's your name?

Mike: (Raises his eyebrows) Mick, you've known for eight years what my name is!

Peter: (Groans) Not again!

Davy: Oh, just tell 'im your name.

Mike: My name is Mike Nesmith, Mick!

Micky: Hello, Mike Nesmith. My name is Doctor Dolenz. I am here to help you. Say whatever is on your mind. Our conversation will be kept in strict confidence. So, tell me about your problems.

Mike: Mick, what the HELL is goin' on?

Micky: *frowns* Cursing will not help.

Mike: Damn it, Mick, quit playin' games! What's goin' on?

Peter: He did this to me earlier!

Micky: Ah, what kind of answer would please you the most?

Lauren: *joins the guys* Fellas, what's going on?

Mike: Tell us what you did to yourself and how we can reverse it! We can't have you doin' this durin' the damn show!

Micky: Mike, I need more time to think about how to answer your question.

Lauren: What the heck...

Davy: Bloody 'ell, he's gone off the deep end!

Mike: I'll show HIM the deep end! (Grabs his guitar) I'm goin' home. Em's got dinner waitin'. I'll be back when Mick's had enough time to answer my question. (He stomps out, slinging his guitar over his shoulder)

Micky: *calls after him* You are what you are, Mike Nesmith!

Peter: (Turns to Lauren) Um, Lauren, Micky...well, he's not himself right now.

Lauren: I can see that, Peter.

Peter: Micky put some kind of green bubbly stuff into the new machine he was making. It blew up, and the stuff got all over him, and he's been acting weird ever since.

Lauren: And this is obviously an adverse reaction to it.

*Micky looks like he's jotting on an invisible notepad with an invisible pencil.*

Peter: (Nods) Obviously.

Jordan: (Tugs on Peter) Go now, Daddy?

Peter: (Smiles at his son) In a little while, Jordan. Why don't you go play with the twins?

Jordan: Ok.

(He toddles back to the twins to play with blocks.)

Peter: (Turns back to Lauren and Davy) I wish I knew how to reverse this thing, but I don't know if Micky wrote the formula down. I didn't see him do it.

Lauren: We should check in the garage. If he's got anything written down about it, it'll be there, somewhere. He might return long enough to help out.

Peter: (Nods) All right. (Looks at the kids) Do you think they'd be safe in the garage? We can't just leave them all in here.

Lauren: I'll take them up to the twins' room. They'll be fine there, then we won't have to worry about them in the garage.

Peter: (Sighs) I don't want to leave them alone for too long, but we won't be outside more than a few minutes...hey! (Looks at Micky) Dr. Dolenz, how would you like to question these young children?

Micky: *grins* Why, I would be honored to make their acquaintance!

Davy: Oughta be intahresting.

Jordan: Ok, Unca Micky!

Peter: Why don't you take them upstairs? Lauren, give him Leah.

*Lauren hands Leah to Micky. He starts asking her questions, then heads out of the room, still asking questions as the twins and Jordan follow him.*

Davy: 'E's off 'is nut!

Peter: Yeah, but he's the only one we have to watch the kids.

(They head out the to the garage as the camera fades out.)