Everyone ready to find out what Mick did to himself?

Mike: I'm not sure I wanna know. :p

Peter: Poor Micky! :(

Micky: What?

Davy: Stop that! :P ;)

(We open back in the garage. Lauren, Davy, and Peter search through every shelf and beaker to find where Micky left the formula for the green bubble mixture.)

Peter: (Sighs and steps back from a tangle of wires) I give up! It's just not here.

Lauren: I can't find anything for it. He has notes on practically everything else except what we want.

Peter: I'll bet he never wrote it down.

Lauren: Unfortunately.

Davy: So wot do we do, then?

Peter: We could try to get him to make another potion...

Lauren; *shakes her head* Knowing his potions, it'll more than likely just wear off. It's just a matter of waiting for it.

Davy: Besides, 'e don't seem to be co'erent enough to make an antidote.

Peter: Mike will have a fit!

Lauren: Then I guess he's just going to have to have his fit, because there's nothing we can do.

Peter: What if he does this during the Mel Tanovan show? Not only will Mike not be happy, but I don't think Valerie will be thrilled, either. (Looks at his booted feet) Valerie says we really need to boost our images. Our ratings are slipping. Everyone thinks we're just some kiddie band.

Davy: Looks like we'll 'ave to take our chances with that.

Peter: (Gulps) Mike says that's why he's been in the studio so much. He wants to work on music for the movie soundtrack and the album after that that'll prove we're more than a band for pre-teens. (Sighs) And I'd like to, too. It's not that I don't like our fans, but I take music seriously. (Makes a face) And I'm tired of people complaining about how bubblegummy our music is! Some people have claimed we don't even play our own instruments, just because we're on TV!

Lauren: *nods* We understand that, Peter. You know Mick feels the same way, too.

Davy: So do I. Of course, we can't 'elp the way Mike goes about it.

Peter: (Plays with his beads) I've worked on my music with a lot of my friends. I'm still working on them. I already have songs on the soundtrack. I'm hoping some of these songs will be done in time for the next album. (Looks at his watch) Speaking of music, I'm going in the studio after Mike. David Crosby and some other folks and I are working on "Lady's Baby" this afternoon. I want to experiment with some sound effects. Lauren, would you mind keeping Jordan for a little while? Val should be around to pick him up in an hour, when she gets off of work. I know it's last-minute, but...

Lauren: I wouldn't mind at all, Peter. Don't worry about it.

Peter: Jordan likes visiting the twins. I think the Montgomery House is too quiet for him after he comes here! (Sighs) It's too quiet for ME, for that matter.

Lauren: *grins* Thanks, I think. ;)

Peter: (Beams) You're welcome! (Heads for the house) I'm going to go get my banjo and say "good-bye" to Jordan. (Nods at Davy) Want a ride into LA, Dave?

Davy: Yeah, that'd be great, Petah, thanks.

Peter: We'll see you later, Lauren. Call us if Micky starts acting stranger.

Lauren: I will. See you guys later.

(Peter and Davy head out, leaving Lauren in the mess. She follows them a few minutes later, as the sound of "Does not compute" and children's laughter float from out of the twins' window.)

(Fade in on the Pad, the next day. Katie sits in the much spiffier, southwestern-themed living room, although the psychatrist's couch and the wooden Indian remain. Katie plays with blocks as her father plays his guitar, working on a song that sounds a bit like "Propiniquity (I’ve Just Begun To Care), and Emma makes breakfast in the kitchen.)

Emma: French toast will be ready in a few minutes, everyone!

Katie: Oooh, yummy! :D

Mike: I'll be there in a few minutes. I just wanna work on...

Emma: Honey, eat NOW. Your song will keep.

Mike: (Sighs, puts down Black Beauty, and picks up Katie) Come on, cowgirl. Mama Bear has her claws out today.

(Katie giggles.)

Emma: (As Mike puts Katie in her high chair and sits down himself with the morning paper) I heard that.

Mike: (As Emma serves them french toast with syrup) How's that story comin', darlin'?

Emma: (Nods) I'm almost done. I even have a new assignment. I'm going to interview Mel Tanovan himself! (Grins) And yes, I will try to plug your gig, though I'll have to be delicate about it. I don't like to be obvious that I'm the wife of a superstar. That's why I write under my own name.

Mike: (Grins) You do that, darlin'. Get us some publicity. And don't blow us up doin' it, not like some friz-headed nutcases I know...

Emma: Now Mike, I'm sure Mick meant well when he tried to do...whatever he did to himself...

*Their front door swings open. Lauren and Micky enter with the twins and Leah in Lauren's arms.*

Emma: Lauren!

Katie: Shelly! Mick!

Mike: Uh, rest of you!

Lauren: Hi, everyone!

Mike: To what do we owe the pleasure of this, ahem, unannounced visit?

Lauren: *goes over to Emma and Mike, leaving Micky behind, who's gazing around the Pad* Mick's driving me nuts. He keeps swapping out personalities, and every time he returns to himself, I try to tell him what's going on and he doesn't believe me! He turned into a caveman while we were taking Jordan home last night!

Emma: What?

Mike: He's still doin' it? (Goes over to Micky) Mick?

Micky: What?

Mike: Mick, are you in there? You're still actin' weird, aren't ya? Ready to tell us what's goin' on?

Micky: *with an obviously fake British accent* Do you ever clean this place? Heaven forbid I take a white glove to this room. :P

Mike: Uh, Mick, what's with the accent? Been hangin' around Davy and Ringo Starr too much lately?

Micky: What's wrong with my accent? *shakes his head* Do you have a duster?

Mike: Uh, yeah. (Goes to a closet, retrieves a duster, and hands it to Mick) Uh, Mick, we do have a maid who does all that...

Micky: Pffft. I can do that.

Katie: What's Unca Micky doin'?

Emma: He's (raises her eyebrows as he starts dusting all over the furnature) dusting, sweetie.

Mike: Ok, Mick, I give. Why are you doin' this? Most of the time, your idea of cleanin' involves flickin' random cat hairs off your work bench.

Micky: I butle, sir.

Mike: Uh-huh, um, yeah. Since when?

Micky: I AM a butler, sir.

Lauren: *to Emma* See what I mean?

Emma: Yes, I see what you mean. (Looks at Lauren) Do you have anything planned today?

Mike: We're supposed to work on songs at the studio together today!

Mike: (Looks at Lauren and Emma as Micky continues to clean in the background) This is crazy. This is worse than the time Micky gave himself wings for a week and couldn't play two gigs. Em, call the other guys. I don't know about Dave, but I know Pete said he wasn't doin' anythin’. He'll probably just be finishin' meditation 'bout now.

Emma: Yeah, but... (She snorts and the kids giggle as Micky dusts Mike)

*Lauren tries to not laugh.*

Mike: (Tries to push Micky away) Would 'ya quit doin' that! I ain't a piece of furnature!

Emma: (As she composes herself) I'm on it, Mike. (She takes the phone as Micky contiues dusting.)

Lauren: The sooner, the better.

(Cut to the living room, an hour or so later. Mike, Lauren, and Emma sit on the bandstand while the twins and Katie play with toys on the living room floor, Big Jake the dog sleeps under the psychatrist couch, and Leah naps in a cradle. Peter and Davy come in at the same time.)

Peter: Mike, what's going on?

Mike: Mick's goin' on.

Peter: He's still acting weird?

Lauren: Weirder. :P

Mike: Guys, when was the last time you saw Micky clean anythin' besides his plate?

Peter: Um, he did pick up a few wires to look for his test tubes the other day...

Mike: Micky Dolenz is upstairs, cleanin' our bathroom. Says it ain't "propah" (does his best bad British accent).

Davy: Wot!?

Emma: Micky Dolenz is now a very proper English butler. (Looks at Davy) Have I ever told you how much I like your accent? It sounds so much better than Micky's. You've gotta work on that with him.

Davy: Thank you.

Mike: We figured that Micky must have somehow caused himself to have multiple personalities. That's probably where the Bing Crosby "Since I Fell For You" act came from yesterday.

Peter: Well, what can we do? Lauren, Davy and I already discussed this. We were going to just let it wear off.

*Micky appears upstairs and goes to the stairs.*

Micky: What's going on here?

Mike: (Jumps up) Mick! You ain't talkin' with an English accent anymore!

Emma: Micky, how are you feeling?

Peter: (Turns white and pulls back) Guys...

Micky: English accent? What're you talking about? *eyes narrow*

Lauren: *glances at Peter; gulps* Peter? Do you...feel...what I feel?

Micky: *descends the stairs* Isn't this just a fun little get-together?

Peter: (Nods, eyes wide) Mick, there's something wrong with you. Something REALLY wrong. Your aura hasn't looked like this since the day you came back here and Mike was a wolf!

Mike: (Narrows his own eyes) Mick, you better not have anythin' stupid planned.

Micky: Auras, auras, auras! Would you cut that crap, Bard?

Davy: Mates, I think we 'ave a problem 'ere.

Mike: (To Micky) Alex. You're Alex. You think you're Alex, or the Alex that was in you before before Sheila created him.

Micky: Well, ain't you just the smart one, Knight! *pokes Mike in the chest* What're you gonna do about it, huh?

Mike: I'm gonna do (throws a pillow at Micky as hard as he can) THIS! (Over his shoulder as "Randy Scouse Git" begins) Run, guys! Find a way to get him to reverse or somethin'!

Emma: Be careful! Remember, we're in the house! Don't break anything important! And be quiet! Leah's sleeping. You'll wake her up.

Micky: And I'm gonna do this! *starts for Lauren*

Lauren: Back off, Mick!

Katie: Play game?

*The twins cheer.* :D

(The kids run off in different directions, ignoring the aduls who chase Mick and Lauren.)

*Lauren runs around the room, tossing things behind her to throw off Micky, but he's still catching up. Davy tries to stop Micky, but gets tossed aside and goes tumbling head over feet.*

(Peter shoots an arrow in Micky's direction. It misses and hits the wall. Emma lets out explectives we can't hear for putting holes in her wall.)

(The kids chase Micky all over the room, thinking he's playing hide and seek with them.)

*Micky goes after Lauren as the kids dogpile Davy. He catches up to Lauren and the two tumble onto the floor. Micky lands on top.*

(Micky is about to rub Lauren's head when the but of a broadsword hits him over the noggin. He falls off, unconcious, as Mike and Emma help Lauren to her feet and the music ends.)

Emma: Is he ok?

Mike: Yeah. Should be on his feet in no time, hopefully more like himself.

Peter: Lauren, are YOU ok?

Lauren: *not overly convincing* Yeah, I'm okay.

*In the background, Davy’s heard laughing from the kids tickling him and missing everything going on with Micky.*

Emma: Maybe we should all keep an eye on him as much as possible. (Looks at Mike) You said you two were supposed to be in the studio today.

Mike: Yeah, today and tomorrow! We're workin' on songs for the soundtrack and the next album.

Emma: I wonder if that would help keep him focused, not to mention non-homicidal?

Lauren: I'm not so sure. He didn't last too long yesterday during rehearsal.

Mike: He loves tinkerin' with stuff. Maybe bein' around machines will help.

Peter: And Hank and Chip and the session muscians will be there, too!

Mike: (Looks at Peter) You were havin' a party soon too, weren't you?

Peter: Yeah, Val set it up. A nice little party at the Montgomery House ballroom to celebrate the Mel Tanovan gig and the end of the movie.

Mike: Why don't we see how he handles those?

Emma: If he doesn't, then what?

Mike: Then...we panic.

Lauren: I have no qualms with the use of a straight jacket. *pauses* That doesn't sound right.

Mike: (As Emma and Peter chuckle) Me either, but let’s see how long this takes to wear off first.