(We open in a lovely, airy house overlooking the ocean. The house is empty except for a baby's crib and scattered boxes. Peter comes in first with a large box, followed by Davy with several stacked ones and Mike with two suitcases. Daphne follows with Lizzie and her diaper bag.)

Mike: We're here! Hey Dave, where do you want this?

Davy: *shrugs* Anywhere, mate.

(Mike drops the suitcases on the floor on either side of him.)

Peter: Michael, be careful! There might be fragile items in there! (Sets his box down on the floor gently)

Emma: (Enters with a stack of pillows) If there were fragile items in there, Mike wouldn't have been carrying them.

Davy: She's right. ;)

Katie: I'm helpin', too! (She runs in with a little box)

Emma: Katie, what have I told you about your g's?

Katie: (Sighs) Ok. I'm helpING.

Mike: Don't see anythin' wrong with it. :p

Emma: We're not in Texas, dear.

Jordan: Me too! (He carries a small box of Lizzie's toys)

*The twins enter, each carrying an armload of stuffed animals.*

Micky: *comes in with boxes over his line of sight* Why do I always get stuck carrying the heavy boxes that end up stacked higher than where I need to see?

Mike: 'Cause you're the only one who stacks 'em that high. (Mike takes the top two off the stack)

Micky: *grins* Thanks, Mike!

Mike: You're welcome. (Drops the boxes on the floor next to the suitcases)

Lauren: *carries a box in* Are you guys sure this is just YOUR stuff? Did you leave Em and Mike anything back at the Pad?

Davy: We left most of their stuff.

Valerie: (Wheels in a cartload of suitcases and a trunk) Whew! I think that's the last of the stuff in the rental van. Larry and his boys should be around soon with the rest.

Mike: You know, we're sure gonna miss you guys at the Pad, but I know you needed your own space and space for Lizzie.

Emma: (As a knock is heard at the door; looks over her shoulder) I think the moving van's here.

("She's Movin' In With Rico" begins as Larry leads several men in carrying furniture.)

(Daphne and Emma take the kids upstairs to help organize Lizzie's bedroom. Emma can't do any heavy lifting, due to her delicate condition, and Daphne wants to stay by Lizzie.)

*Micky directs traffic on where furniture should go. We see Davy lying on the couch as it's carried in.*

(Mike organizes a music room, and Peter puts instruments away, including a Davy-sized bass and, of course, tambourines and maracas.)

(Davy waves his hand at Micky, Mike, and Peter, telling them where this box or that one goes. He lays back and relaxes as they do.)

(Lauren and Valerie organize the kitchen.)

(Davy is still waving his hand around, drowsing on the other hand, when we see the tops of three familiar heads pop up from behind the couch. All of a sudden, three sets of hands reach out and grab Davy, carrying him out the French sliding doors and across the beach. The girls and kids, not to mention a few moving men, gather to watch the scene as the three remaining Monkees toss Davy into the ocean! He comes up sputtering as the music ends.)

Mike: Ready to help now, Dave?

Davy: Why, when I just got a free trip to the watah?

Micky: He likes it! :P

Mike: Man, Dave...

Micky: *pauses* Water wrestling!!! *runs into the water after Davy* :D

Peter: (Grins) Sure! (He runs after Micky)

Mike: Man, guys... (goes after them)

(The camera fades out on the four boys wrestling in the Pacific Ocean and the women, children, and moving men laughing as they watch and fades in on the same beach, a bit later in the day. There's a picnic set up, with sandwiches, salads, sodas, cookies, and fruit. The kids build sand castles as their fathers rub themselves with towels.)

Bob: Have a good time in the water?

Mike: Yeah. We oughta dunk Dave more often.

Peter: I haven't had that much fun since we took the kids to the amusement park a few weeks ago.

Emma: And we enjoyed watching them. Larry said he hadn't had that good of a laugh in years.

Lauren: I got tired just watching them.

Bert: Hey, Mick, how are you feeling? Have you grown any or switched personalities since you drank that last potion?

Micky: I'm back to my usual abnormal self, thankfully. I'm feeling much better now. Of course, I had a little help... *Lauren elbows him*

Mike: You've been somethin' close to normal around us, anyway. I hope this convinces you how dangerous foolin' around with that chemistry set of yours can be. This is the second time this year you've gotten into trouble with that thing.

Micky: I know. I just wanted to do something to help our onstage appearance.

Peter: (Puts an arm around Micky) We understand that, Mick, but maybe you should limit it to just working on machines for now. You can blow them up, too.

Mike: (Waves a sandwich threateningly at Micky) And don't you EVER, EVER, go Alex on us again. Ever. You got that, boy?

Micky: *cowers behind his arms* Got it! *peeks out, grinning*

(Mike reaches over to smack him, but Emma elbows him.)

Bert: What was your favorite part of this story?

Micky: Being a crooner.

Emma: Seeing the boys on the Mel Tanovan Program.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. That was a blast, and it got us a lot of positive publicity.

Peter: Valerie told me Mr. Tanovan didn't even notice how tall Micky was! He apparently thought Micky was just tall. (Smiles) Oh, and my favorite part was helping Micky put the potion together before it blew up. (Grins at Micky) We really need to work together more often. That was fun.

Micky: Sure. I could always use the help.

Bert: How about you, Lauren? Any favorite parts?

Lauren: Well, um...yeah, one part...

Micky: She liked the part where I was growing. *waggles his eyebrows*

Mike: Should we ask why?

Emma: More of Micky to...well...love.

Micky: And what's not to love?!

*Lauren ducks down, blushing bright red.*

Mike: Your ego. I think you forgot to shrink it with the rest of you.

Micky: *rolls his eyes* I'm trying to embarrass Lauren, thank you Mike.

Bert: Ok, ok, guys. Emma and Lauren, when did you come up with this idea, and how?

Emma: Last fall, we re-discovered some long-lost Monkee fanfics. Among the fics was a story about Micky giving himself multiple personalities.

Mike: Don't tell me. I think I actually remember that night. You liked the idea so much, you decided to do it yourselves.

Emma: Yup. Actually, this was supposed to be the August story, but the story we originally planned had too much in common with next month's story and "The Four Monkee-Teers," so we flip-flopped this one and the other one.

Davy: You guys are really in the mood to pick on Micky.

Emma: I'm glad Lauren is. I missed her picking on Micky last year.

Lauren: I missed picking on him. *hugs his arm as he rolls his eyes*

Mike: We missed you pickin' on him...well, sorta, as long as the rest of us ain't involved.

Emma: Don't worry, dear. We won't be really picking on anyone again until July.

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) That's a relief.

Lauren: Then it's Mick again, mostly.

Micky: Goody.

Mike: As long as it ain't the rest of us. (Looks at Emma as she leans back...or, more specifically, her stomach) I've got a kid comin', and I don't need to be goin' postal again.

Emma: Oh don't worry, Baby, you'll get your share in, too.

Bob: What IS on tap for next month?

Emma: This year's time-travel story. Who's in the mood for some real R&B, Buddy Holly, cruisin' down the boulevard on a Saturday night-type thing?

Mike: Huh? Could'ya translate there, darlin'?

Peter: Mike, I think we're going back to the 50s.

Mike: Why didn't you just say so?

Emma: I didn't want to spoil the story for the audience!

Peter: Speaking of, are we all booked for our big Vegas vacation?

Mike: Micky, how did you talk Val into lettin' you make the reservations again? We'll probably end up in some hell-hole in the middle of Nevada with Indian ruins under them or something.

Peter: Michael, he only made the mistake about the hotel once!

Micky: I may have made the reservations, but Val picked the hotel.

Mike: Smart girl. ;)

Emma: There are some stunts even we have enough sense not to repeat.

Bert: Hey, you guys seemed to go over pretty well on the Mel Tanovan Program. When's your next gig?

Mike: There is no "next" gig, Bert. We're going to take time off seriously now. We have a little work on the albums to do after our vacation and there's the promo gig Millie wanted us to do for her cheesecake place, but it'll be a while before we do any major performances again.

Peter: We want to take some time off. (Pulls Jordan into his lap) I want to spend time with Jordan, and I'm sure the other guys want to be with their families, too.

Bob: Davy, how does the new pad feel?

Davy: Feels great. We finally 'ave some real space to stretch out.

Mike: And we can repossess the basement room and maybe expand the place.

Emma: Mike, we don't really need the extra room...

Mike: Darlin', it ain't like we don't have the money! Anyway, I know you want a real office, and I want a music room.

Emma: I have an office at the Malibu Beach Register, and you can work on music in the living room.

Mike: Yeah, but I need more privacy than that.

Emma: It never bothered you when you four boys and us two girls were living together.

Mike: Yeah, but darlin', we have the money now!

Emma: Miiiikkkeee...

Mike: Don't do that.

Peter: Um, it's getting late, so why don't we end this story? (He pulls himself and Jordan between Mike and Emma. Mike takes Katie in his lap and makes a face at his wife, who sticks her tongue out at him)

Lauren: Would you like the last word, Mick?

Micky: Do you really think I'd say no? *pauses* I say...ATTACK! *tickles Lauren mercilessly*

Peter: (Laughs; everyone else joins them) Oh, Mick!

Emma: (Turns to the camera with a grin) See you next month, folks. Happy Mother's Day!

("Randy Scouse Git" plays over a collection of stills from the "production." It ends with a shot of all the families in front of the gas station from "Riders On The Storm" and the words "A Raybert Production.")