Well, ok. It's getting late. Ready to begin? :)

Davy: Can we PLEASE figure out wot's up with Mick?

Mike: Mick, man...

Peter: And hurry! We're all worried! :O

Micky: You'll have to catch me first, pardners!

*We open outside the Dolenz house as Micky and the horse trot up the driveway. Micky ties the horse to the wooden fence surrounding the lawn. He's now completely decked out in western garb. He goes up to the front door and knocks, then waits. Lauren answers the door moments later.*

Lauren: Mick?

Micky: *tips his hat* Sheriff.

Lauren: Sheriff?

*Micky enters, walking by her. Lauren follows him as he heads for the kitchen. Micky grabs an apple off the counter, sits in one of the stools, and eats.*

(A car roars in the driveway. There's the sound of feet tramping up the stairs and pounding at the front door.)

Lauren: Mick...uh, you stay right there! I gotta answer the door! *heads for the front door*

Mike: (He, Davy, and Peter stand at the door) Hi, Lauren. Is Mick home?

Lauren: He just came in. And don't tell me. He's a cowboy this time, right? He called me Sheriff!

Mike: Lauren, we think he thinks he's back in the "Wild West Monkees" imagination story, or somethin' similar.

Lauren: Great. He's in the kitchen, eating an apple.

Mike: Good. We gotta settle this. He can't keep goin' in and out.

Peter: And we have to take him back to finish the recording session!

(Mike storms into the kitchen, followed by the other three.)

Mike: Mick!

Peter: Micky...um, Marshal...are you ok?

Micky: I'm okay. I was hungry, so I thought I'd have an apple.

Mike: Marshal, we need you at the town hall right away!

Micky: The town hall? What's going on?

Peter: Micky, are you back to being Micky?

Mike: You're still dressed like a cowboy, and there's still a horse in your driveway.

Micky: *rolls his eyes* You guys are weird! I mean, what's happening at the town hall? I'd like to know before I get there.

Mike: There's been a hold-up! Some bandits are holding up the mayor and all the town council, and they're gonna kill them if the town doesn't give up all it's land!

Peter: Really?

(Mike elbows him.)

Micky: We have to stop them! Come on! *runs out of the kitchen, headed for the front door*

Mike: Mick!

Peter: Hold on!

*Micky goes out the front door, the guys only one room behind him, when he stops.*

Davy: *points as they near the door* 'E stopped!

Mike: Hey, Mick...uh, Marshal?

Peter: Sir, are you all right?

Micky: *turns to Mike* Marshal? Sir? What's with the horse in my front yard? Why am I dressed like a cowboy?

Davy: 'E's back again.

Micky: Back again? I thought we were at the studio!

Mike: (Grits his teeth) Mick, you turned into a cowboy and decided you wanted to go back to Lauren, whom you believed to be the Sheriff.

Micky: *scratches the back of his neck* I did? *turns a shade of red* I don't remember anything. What's going on? I feel like my memory keeps going in and out.

Peter: That green stuff you got covered with the other day must have done something to your mind.

Micky: Oh man...

Mike: You keep turnin' into different people. Yesterday, you went Alex on us for a while before I knocked you out.

Micky: *eyes widen* Alex!? And you guys haven't tied me down yet?

Davy: We 'aven't been able to catch you long enough.

Mike: The moment we catch you, you just change back into yourself...like now.

Micky: Guys, I swear I didn't do this on purpose...but there is one thing I have to tell you...

Mike: (Narrows his eyes) What?

Micky: *swats Mike's arm and grins widely* Tag! You're it! *runs off laughing*

Davy: Not again! :P

("Teeny Tiny Gnome" begins as the other three Monkees chase Micky into the backyard. Mike trips over Onyx on the way there. Onyx just glares at him and finds a less popular spot to lay in!)

*Lauren and the twins appear in the doorway. The twins join the chase, while Lauren sits on the step with her head in her hands.*

*Micky climbs up onto the kids' jungle gym and swings on the vine rope, then lands back on the lawn. The twins go down the slide and head back up to slide again.*

(Peter and Mike go after Micky, but Micky ducks out of their way and they run into each other.)

*Davy uses the monkey bars to jump on Micky. He lands on him and the two tumble. Micky jumps up on his feet again and keeps running, leaving Davy lying on the grass, drumming his fingers.* :P

(Mike makes a running grab for Micky this time. The twins pile on top of them. They think Daddy and uncles are wrestling!)

*Micky wails because he's skinned his elbow. This makes the twins start wailing as well, but for no reason.*

(Peter rushes out with a band-aid for Micky, while Mike and Davy calm the twins.)

(Mike tells everyone they're going to play a game. They have to all catch Micky...the big one.)

*Micky, still sniffling, widens his eyes. He jumps up and starts to run again.*

(Mike, Davy, and Peter catch up with Micky at the swing set. Davy tackles him. Mike turns to the twins and hands them rope with a devious expression on his face. The twins have his permission to tie up Daddy!)

*They do just that, all too happily. When they finish, they high five each other.*

(We get a shot of Mike, Davy, and Peter from above as the song ends.)

Peter: Guys, do you think this was a good idea? It isn't very nice.

Mike: How else were we gonna corral him?

(The guys pull away to reveal the twins and the bound Micky.)

Mike: Ok, Mick, you ready to go back to the studio like a good boy?

*Micky just nods.* :P

Mike: Good. When we finish tonight, we're gonna talk this over quiet-like.

Peter: Shouldn't we untie him?

Davy: And 'ave 'im run off again?

Mike: Not until we get to the car. (Nods at the twins) Thanks, kids. You were a really, really big help.

Little Mick and Shelly: You're welcome! :D

Peter: Remind us to take you out for ice cream tomorrow to thank you!

Shelly: Okay! :)

Little Mick: Ice cream! :D

Peter: (Smiles and pats Little Mick's head) I knew that would get you.

Mike: Ok, men, let's haul 'im out! (They all heft Micky into their arms; as they carry him through the house) Don't worry, Lauren, we'll make sure he gets back safe, sound, and something like himself.

Lauren: I hope so.

Peter: He'll be ok, Lauren! We just need to figure out how to counteract that potion.

Lauren" *nods* Good luck, fellas.

Davy: Thanks, luv!

(They head out to the car. Cut back to the studio, much later in the day. The four Monkees sit at the equipment. Chip Douglas puts down his bass.)

Chip Douglas: (Stretches) Nice work, guys. We got a lot done today.

Mike: Thanks, Chip.

Davy: Yeah, mate.

Chip Douglas: You're welcome, guys. Are you gonna come with me to the bar around the corner? They have this really good late-night specials.

Mike: (Shakes his head) We gotta discuss somethin', Chip. Private Monkees stuff.

Chip Douglas: All right. You guys know how to close up. Don't forget to lock the doors.

Mike: We won't.

Chip Douglas: Have a nice night. I'll see you tomorrow, Mike. (He heads out. Mike finally turns to Micky)

*Micky gulps.*

Mike: Ok, Mick. We gotta talk.

Peter: Micky, do you remember where you put the formula for the Magic Monkee Liquid, or if you wrote it down anywhere?

Micky: Umm...oh, yeah! It's taped to the underside of the table in the garage.

Peter: It was there all along? :p

Mike: (Looks at Micky) We are going to go to your house NOW and get that formula, and you are gonna make an antidote or counter-formula. We can't have you playin' Nutty Professor on the Mel Tanovan Program.

Micky: That's if I can stay me long enough to put it together.

Peter: And it's not good for you or anyone around you. How do you think Lauren feels about your switching every five minutes?

Micky: The same way I feel about the memory lapses. Like I said before, guys, I swear I didn't do this on purpose. I had no idea it could do this. I'm really sorry about all this.

Peter: (Puts his arm around Micky) We don't mean to be upset with you Mick, but we're worried about you. We don't want you to hurt yourself or anyone else. We know you were trying to help.

Micky: *shakes his head* It isn't you guys. It's me. Most of my experiments ever work out the way they should. Half the time I get drenched in the liquids somehow. I really stepped in it this time. *sighs* We'd better go, before I change again. :P

Mike: Right.

(Cut to a jeep, a small green GTO, the MonkeeMobile, and the Chevy Bel Air arriving at Micky and Lauren's house. The camera follows the Monkees into Micky's garage.)

Peter: Ok, Mick. We're going to help you find the formula and fix everything.

Micky: It's on the underside of the table. We'd better hurry. Feels like I might change again.

Peter: At least you know when you're about to do it now. (Reaches under the table and pulls out a piece of paper) Ah HAH! :D

Mike: (As the other three lean over the paper; makes a face) Mick, this is in your handwritin'! I can't read this!

Peter: I think I can make a few things out...

Micky: *winces* Sorry, guys. *makes a face and slams a fist on the table* Gimme it, quick, and I'll read it off to ya! The next switch ain't gonna be pretty!

Mike: Well, here. (Hands Mick the paper, though his eyes are narrowed)

*"Goin' Down" begins as Micky rattles off chemical names, how much to mix, and how to mix them. He occasional pauses as he fights off the personality switching.*

*Davy runs all over the garage, collecting different chemicals.*

(Peter stays with Micky, trying to help him fight off the switch. Mike reaches for beakers and equipment.)

*Micky directs traffic. Mike and Davy almost collide at one point.*

(All four Monkees gather at Micky's work bench as they help him mix different items.)

*As the song ends, they come up with the final concoction.*

Micky: *out of breath* This is it...

Peter: What are you going to do with it? It exploded on you last time!

Mike: We ain't doin' that again. You'll wake the neighborhood blowin' things up at this hour.

Micky: *shakes his head* Dump it...on me...guys...I can't hold out...any longer...

Mike: Do it! (They all dump it on Micky at once)

Davy: Mick? Did it work?

*Micky raises his head, revealing an evil gleam in his eyes.*

Peter: (Pulls back) Uh-oh.

Mike: (Closes his eyes) Oh god.

Davy: Bloody 'ell...

Micky: Hell is right. *slowly grins*

Mike: (Steps in front of the others) Mick...don't do nuthin' crazy...well, crazier than you usually do.

Lauren: *enters the garage through the door from the house* Hey, guys? What happened with the... *sees Mike blocking Peter and Davy from Micky* What's going on?

Mike: Lauren, do you remember what Sheila did to Mick the first time she got her hands on him? What she ultimately separated into Alex?

Lauren: Yeah...

Peter: He's doing it again, Lauren!

*Micky cackles.*

Lauren: Oh crap.

Davy: Get the kids out of 'ere, luv!

Lauren: *concentrates* There, I sent them to one of your houses!

Micky: Now the fun begins!

*Micky concentrates. Everyone is surrounded by a black light.*

Mike: (Grabs Lauren and pulls her behind him, too) Mick, what are you doin'?

Micky: We're blowin' this popsicle stand! Let’s go somewhere FUN!

*The group disappears. They reappear in what looks to be an abandoned warehouse.*

Mike: (Looks around him) Where are we?

Peter: Didn't you read the last line, Mike? We're in an abandoned warehouse!

Lauren: I don't like the looks of this, guys.

*Micky cackles again. The others realize he isn't in the room with them.*

Davy: Where's 'e 'idin'?

Mike: (Looks around) Damn it, Mick, where are you?

Peter: Micky, come back! You're not like this anymore!

Lauren: He's probably waiting for just the right moment.

Davy: We doused 'im with the antidote! Why didn't it work?

Peter: Maybe it's just taking its time.

Lauren: Unless he's gonna be stuck like this now!

Mike: He'd BETTER not be! We don't need two of 'em!

Davy: I wish 'e'd show up again already.

Lauren: He wants me, fellas, but where IS he?

Mike: He could be anywhere in here!

Peter: Micky! Micky, where are you?

Micky: I could be right behind you!

Peter: What? (Two hands reach out of the darkness behind them and take hold of him)

Mike: Pete!

Micky: *drags Peter from the group* Sweet innocent Peter, you're first.

Peter: No! Micky!

Mike: Don't you dare! (He makes his broadsword appear in a dark blue light) So help me, Mick, if you try anythin' on Pete...

Micky: *points a finger at Mike and freezes him; Mike can still move his eyes and see what's happening* You'll what, Mike?

Peter: MICHAEL!

*Davy pushes Lauren behind him.*

Micky: *grins in Davy and Lauren's direction* You're next, babe.

Davy: Like 'ell she is.

Micky: What to do, what to do?

Peter: Micky, stop! This isn't you! You aren't Alex anymore! (Sobs)

Micky: I could just turn you into a cute little puppy dog...

Peter: Please, no! I don't want to be a dog again!

Micky: Don't like that? Then that's what I'll make you! *there's a black light around Peter; when it clears, Micky holds a golden-furred puppy*

Lauren: Mick!

Davy: Oh man, Petah!

Micky: Ain't he cute? *pets the dog*

(The puppy howls and squirms in Micky's arms. He turns to Mike, who remains motionless, and whimpers.)

*Micky makes a cage appear and throws Peter in it, then locks it.*

Micky: Next.

Davy: (Growls) You ain't gettin' past me, Mick. Come on. Pete's right. This ain't you.

Micky: I guess I'll have to save the best for last, then.

*Lauren gulps.*

Micky: I know just what to do with you, Dave.

Davy: (Pulls out his rapier) Bettah not try anythin' stupid wit' me, Mick. X(

Micky: Let me know if this is stupid, then, okay? *points toward Davy's face; there's a black light. When it clears it looks like Davy got KO'd in a boxing match. Micky holds up a mirror so Davy can see his reflection.*

Davy: Damn you, Mick! (He lunges angrily for Micky)

(Peter howls in his cage and tries to nudge the bars open.)

*Lauren covers her face with her hands.*

*Micky points and freezes Davy in mid-movement. Micky grins.*

(Peter tries to push out of the cage.)

Micky: Let’s see, I used freezing already, so I'll have to do something different with you, Dave. *rope appears in his hand; he ties Davy to a battered chair, then unfreezes him.*

(Davy glares at Micky and struggles, but the ropes won't come loose. Peter whimpers.)

Micky: That leaves... *turns in Lauren's direction and grins again*

Lauren: *puts her hands up and shakes her head as he advances* Mick, you don't wanna do this! Look at what you've already done to your friends! I'm your wife, for Heaven's sake!

(Peter nods, barking in agreement. Davy also nods.)

Micky: So? *Lauren backs into the wall; his grin widens* You seem to have hit a dead end, babe.

(Peter howls as loudly as he can and runs into the cage, trying to open the door. Davy struggles in his bonds.)

Lauren: Micky, please, don't! You might do something you'll regret!

Micky: *pressed both hands to the wall, surround Lauren, pinning her to the wall* Something I'll regret? Oh, I kinda doubt that, babe. I'm going to ENJOY this!

Davy: Mick, NO!

(Peter howls noisily.)

*Micky kisses Lauren roughly. She struggles to get away, but he won't let up. Soon, instinctively, her eyes close as she gives in to being melted by the kiss. Micky suddenly lets her go. Lauren slumps back against the wall. Weak-kneed, she slides to the floor. Lauren finally opens her eyes again and looks up at where Micky was, but he isn't standing over her. She turns her gaze in front of her and finds Micky on his knees, head bowed.*

Lauren: *quietly* Micky?

Davy: Mick?

Micky: *looks up, tears are rolling down his cheeks* What did I do?

Lauren: *smiles* Mick! *wraps her arms around him as he sobs on her shoulder*

Davy: Mate... (He, Mike, and Peter, the latter now a human, all join Lauren and Micky on the floor)

Mike: Mick, are you ok?

Micky: *sniffs* I think so.

Davy: Think maybe we should find you a straight jacket, just in case. *nudges Micky and gives him a wink*

*Micky gives him a weary half-grin.*

Mike: Mick, how do you feel now?

Peter: Your aura isn't black anymore, or as confused.

Micky: I feel like me, but I feel terrible.

*Lauren just hugs him.*

Peter: It's all right, Mick. The antidote seems to be taking effect now. (He hugs Micky, too.)

Davy: Oh, wot the 'eck. *hugs Micky as well*

*Micky sticks a hand out for Mike to shake since he knows Mike doesn't like to hug.*

Mike: Thanks, Mick. (He shakes Micky's hand, then gives him a good, strong pat on what shoulder he can get to)

Peter: (As everyone gets to their feet) Let's get out of here.

Mike: Where ARE we?

Micky: I have no idea.

Lauren: We can blue light out of here.

Peter: And where did you send the kids, Lauren? We'll have to pick them up.

Lauren: I sent them to your place, with Val.

Peter: (Nods) Thank goodness she's doing work at home today and was watching Jordan and Chrissy!

Mike: Let's go get the kids and get them into bed. (Looks at the others) Tommorrow, we'll rehearse for the big show. (Frowns) If you're up to it, Mick.

Micky: *nods* Yeah, I'll be there. *gives a small smile*

Mike: Good. We need our crazy drummer. Someone's gotta shake things up a little.

Micky: Thanks, I think. ;)

Mike: Ok, Monkees, let's go. (There's blue lights in various shades, and the group vanishes.)