Everyone ready to time-travel again?

Peter: Huh?

Mike: No.

Micky: You betcha! :D

Davy: Does it really matter if we are? :P

(We open in Micky and Lauren's living room. Micky, Lauren, Davy, Daphne, Valerie, Peter, and Mike sit back in chairs and couches, talking and sipping coffee. They’ve just come back from the Thanksgiving dinner at Janelle’s in "Of Turkeys and Monkees.")

Mike: I may never move again. :p

Valerie: (As Emma comes downstairs) We owe your mom a big one, Mick. That dinner was GREAT!

Micky: BIG time. I think she had an idea we'd end up coming over, so she was ready for us.

Mike: That would explain all the food she had. How many armies was your ma plannin' on feedin' tonight, Mick?

Micky: Just us as far as I know.

Emma: Well, I'd say we eat enough for a couple of armies.

Peter: I'm just glad everything worked out. :)

Valerie: (Sits back in the couch with her coffee) I wish we could always do this.

Mike: Do what?

Valerie: Be together like this. Just us. This has been fun...even Aunt Mae and Uncle Eugene.

Peter: I kinda liked Aunt Mae. She knew some great stories, when she heard you enough to tell you about them.

Emma: This was kind of fun, even if the turkey ended up being a mess.

Peter: The kids are growing up so fast. They'll be able to help us make dinner soon!

Emma: I just put Katie upstairs to bed. The twins are IN bed. I doubt they're actually sleeping, though.

Mike: I'm tryin' not to think of that. Katie as a teen, chasin' boys, whether or not she really ends up like Dave and Daphne saw her... (He makes a face)

Emma: (Mutters) You just don't want anyone chasing your little girl.

Mike: Katie's a special girl. She don't deserve just any old jerk off the street.

Valerie: Have any of you ever thought of what it'll be like when the kids get married?

Mike: (Mutters) Been tryin' not to.

Micky: I keep seeing me with a shotgun for some reason. *gets elbowed by Lauren*

Mike: That shotgun sounds good, Mick. (Emma elbows HIM)

Peter: Val, they're only three, two, one, and barely two weeks old! There's plenty of time to think of that!

Valerie: Still...

(That's when there's a flash of blue light, followed by the sound of screeching tires. Everyone starts to get up at once, but there's a knock on the door and a frightened "Uncle Micky? Aunt Lauren? Someone?")

Mike: What in the HELL...

Valerie: Well, SOMEONE get it!

Micky: *jumps up* I got it! *runs to the door*

(There's a very pregnant young woman on the other side. She has long black hair in loose curls pulled back with shiny clawed clips. Tears run down her cheeks. A familiar young woman with auburn curls and brown eyes and a young man with blue eyes and dark brown curls stand behind her.)

Young Woman (Blinks): Uncle Micky? But..but it can't be! Where's your ponytail?

Micky: *blinks* Uh, yeah, it's me, Micky. *glances back at the rest of the crew*

Young Woman: (Wails; turns to the other two) You did it AGAIN! You took us back in time AGAIN!

Emma: (From inside) Micky, who's at the door?

Mike: If they're sellin' somethin', tell 'em we don't want any.

Peter: Michael, that's not nice!

Micky: *to the young woman; gives a confused look* You...

Young Woman: Uncle Micky, I know you're not going to believe me, but it's...it's me. I'm Katie. Katherine Nesmith Thorkleson.

Micky: *eyes widen* Holy... *offers to take her arm* Come on in!

Mike: Mick, who... (eyes widen as Katie takes Micky's arm, followed by the other two)...who are they? :o

Katie: PAPA! (She immediately embraces him) You look so handsome...

Mike: Uh, thanks, but who...

Katie: (Her eyes fill with tears) Papa, it’s Katie!

(Mike's eyes widen until they take up half his face.)

Emma: What's going on?

*Davy and Daphne exchange looks.*

Davy: They did it again!

Katie: I swear, it wasn't MY idea! (Points at the pair behind her) THEY were driving!

Peter: Ok, ok. What's going on?

Katie: (Bursts into tears) Jordan...Jordan's gone...my husband...

Mike: (Eyes are nearly bugging right out of his head) Your HUSBAND? :o

Katie: I don't know what happened...Uncle Peter's gone too... (cries) Oh Papa... (Mike just holds her)

Emma: (Turns to the now-older twins) Ok, you two, spill it. Where are you from, and what's going on?

Mick: We're from the 90s. Like Katie said, Peter and Jordan have disappeared.

Mike: What? (Strokes his daughter's hair) Calm down, honey. When did this happen, anyway?

Katie: (Gulps and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand; Emma hands her a tissue) Th..they vanished a week ago, but the cops have looked everywhere and...

Mike: No, when did you get married?

Katie: Two years ago.

Valerie: You married Jordan?

Katie: (Nods) Yes. I love him so much. He's the sweetest man, and he'll make a wonderful father (gulps again) if we can find him... (she returns to sobbing into Mike's arms)

Emma: Was I this bad when I was pregnant?

Mike: (Mutters) Much worse. :p

Valerie: So you want someone to go to the past to help you find Jordan and Peter.

Peter: (Gulps) I'll go.

Valerie: But Peter, what about...

Peter: Val, I'm the one who's missing.

Katie: Please, someone do it!

Valerie: I'll go with you.

Katie: (Looks up from Mike, wiping her eyes with the tissue) You will?

Peter: I can't let my future daughter-in-law get so upset like that!

Valerie: Katie, where was the last place they were seen?

Katie: Their band was playing at a coffee shop in San Diego. It was just supposed to be a short tour, but they disappeared just hours after their final performance there and haven't been seen since. (She looks like she's going to start crying again; Shelly gently puts a hand on her shoulder)

Shelly: Everything's going to be okay, Katie. We'll find them. That's why we're here to get help. :)

Katie: I'm so worried. My daughter is due in a matter of weeks, and Dad's having so many problems, and...

Mike: I'm havin' problems?

Katie: With Magnetic South. It's a long story.

Valerie: And us standing here is only making it longer, so why don't we get moving?

Mike: (Looks at the twins) Same deal still stands. Bring them back in five minutes November 1972 time or else.

Mick: *salutes* Yes sir! ;)

Micky: *mutters* Smart ass. ;)

Lauren: *whispers to Micky* Takes one to know one.

Katie: (Gives her father a kiss) I love you, Papa Wolf. I always will. :)

Mike: Aww... (chuckles) You go on, before I want you to stay and really screw up time.

(Emma rolls her eyes.)

Katie: (Sighs, dabbing at her eyes again) Come on, guys. Let's go.

*The small group leaves the house and head down the path towards a blue two-door coupe.*

Mick: Meet the ever-updated Ursula...again. She said she wanted blue this time, so Dad and I picked out a 1989 Buick Riviera. It was a cool car before we even put Urse in it.

Valerie: Very nice. ;)

Peter: Oooh! :D

Valerie: You did a nice job.

Mick: *grins* Thanks.

*Everyone climbs in, Peter and Valerie gawking at the inside.*

Mick: Plush blue upholstered seats. Blue vinyl. *points at the screen in the center dash* This was already a working computer. Still is, but it now also allows us see Urse. ;)

Ursula: (Appears on a larger monitor: this time, the face on the monitor looks more like a real three-dimensional woman's face, instead of a pixeled drawing) Hello, Young Guardians. Did you find help?

Mick: We did, Urse. We have Peter and Valerie with us.

Valerie: Nice to see you have better digs, Ursula. ;)

Ursula: Thank you, Valerie. All I ask is a quart of oil and regular tune-ups every now and then.

Peter: (Leans back) What time are you guys from, anyway?

Katie: April 1997, a couple of days after Easter.

Peter: (Eyes widen) The 90s?

Valerie: You guys came that far?

Ursula: What did I say about working on your aim, Savage?

Mick: I'm trying, Urse, really.

Shelly: It should be obvious about his aim. Mom's picking on dad all for the for having to clean up the bathroom every day. ;)

Valerie: Ouch. (Peter makes a face)

Mick: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Shel.

*Shelly shrugs, but she's grinning.*

Katie: Guys, I'm about to have a kid here. Don't make me feel sicker than I already do.

Shelly: *frowns* Sorry, Katie.

Ursula: We should be arriving in 1997 shortly. Your parents' house, Micky and Shelly?

Mick: Yeah. When we left, they were brainstorming on how to find uncle Peter and Jordan. We've only been gone a few seconds.

(There's some blue lights, and the car stops in a grove of trees. It drives down a short road, and onto a highway. Cut to in front of Micky and Lauren's house, which is now painted a soft yellow and has different landscaping, but otherwise is unchanged.)

Valerie: Hey, do you guys have any kids?

Shelly: *shakes her head* Nope.

Katie: I'm sure you'll find your soulmate one of these days, Shelly!

Shelly: *smiles* It'll happen when it happens. Just means I get to spend more time with Mom and Dad, especially with Mick out of the house. ;)

Mick: Thanks, Shel. (Sighs) No kids, maybe someday. My girlfriend has been dropping subtle hints about marriage and such, though...

Shelly: Apparently, those hints aren't heavy enough since they haven't pounded into that thick skull yet. *knocks her fist on his fuzzy head* ;)

Mick: Hey!

Ursula: You DO love the girl, right?

Mick: Of course, I do! I'm just... uh, awe, I'm scared to death, okay? There, I said it. Now get outta here. :P ;)

Peter: He'll marry her when he's ready. :)

(They head out of the car and up to the door.)

*Shelly pulls her keys from her pocket and unlocks the door. The group goes inside. The layout of the house is the same, but the furniture has all changed and is more modern. There's beautiful wooden shelves of various sizes scattered among the rooms.*

Katie: Uncle Micky, we're back, and we have help! Aunt Lauren? Aunt Daphne? Lizzy?

(A young woman with dark hair and a baby on her hip comes out first.)

Young Woman: Hi, guys, we're... (she almost drops the baby when she sees Peter and Valerie) Uncle Peter? But..how...you haven't looked like that since...

Valerie: (Puts up a hand) Let's cut to the chase here. Which one are you?

Sandra: I'm Sandra Jones Strycowski. I got married three years ago. How...(looks at Micky and Shelly)...Mick, have you been messing with Ursula again? You know what Uncle Micky and Uncle Mike said...

Mick: Yeah, and I also know that we can use all the help we can get.

Peter: (Leans over the baby) What's her name? She's so cute!

Elizabeth: Her name is Harriet, and she'll be a year old this August. Say "hi," Harri.

Harri: (Softly) "Hi." (Returns to hiding in her mother's chest)

Sandra: She's so shy! Poor girl, she gets nervous around a lot of people she doesn't know.

Peter: She's just so adorable. She has your nose. :)

Sandra: Thank you. (Calls over her shoulder) Uncle Micky, your darling children have arrived, with reinforcements.

Micky: *followed by Lauren and the others* What's with all the commotion out here?

Peter: Micky? (He goes to "inspect" Micky) You grew!

Micky: *laughs* Get away from me!

Emma: (She follows them out. She's a bit plumper, and her brown curls are now silvery-white) What on earth is... (she stops dead in her tracks when she sees Peter and Valerie)

Peter: Where'd you get the ponytail? (Peter starts to play with it) And a tatoo! Lauren let you get a tattoo! (Points to Micky's bare arm...well, bare except for a very large "Mother" tattoo; turns to Valerie) Val, can I get a tattoo?

Valerie: No.

Lauren: *her hair is only slightly longer than Micky's and more brown with light brown and near white streaks, still pulled back in a ponytail; folds her arms* It's called a mid-life crisis. Avoid it if you can. (Makes a face) And I did not let him get that tattoo. He came home with it one day. I chewed him out for a few days. Then we made up. ;)

Austin: (He emerges from the kitchen; he's far taller, with long dirty blond hair like his father's and his mother's taste in well-tailored, fashionable clothing) Was that the night Uncle Micky and Uncle Davy went out to the Manor Inn on the corner and weren't seen for three days afterwards? It was right after when Uncle Davy started seeing... (A glare from Elizabeth silences him quickly.)

Sandra: Aunt Valerie and Sheila are out at the nightclub where Uncle Peter and Jordan were last seen.

(Katie sniffles; Shelly puts her arms around her shoulders.)

Valerie: (Looks at Micky) You went to a bar for three days?

Micky: *turns a few shades of red* Let’s just say that I don't remember much more than three hours worth of those three days.

Valerie: (As Peter takes Harriet from Elizabeth and they go upstairs, chatting) What prompted you and Davy to go on a three-day bender?

Micky: *sighs* I just went along with Dave after Daph walked out.

Valerie: WHAT? :o

Austin: Uncle Davy cheated on Aunt Daphne with some chick he met at their ranch. It really hurt the girls. None of them really like to talk about it. :p

Valerie: You're kidding? I know Davy's always had a roving eye, but...

Emma: It roved a lot further than just checking out the merchandise. We're not even sure if that was the first affair Davy's had.

Valerie: How's Daphne?

Emma: She's here. Davy's at the ranch, taking care of business. He's completely devoted to horse racing now. He doesn't really perform much anymore, just the occasional concert in the LA area.

Valerie: (She goes in the kitchen; Daphne, her long black hair streaked with gray, talks to several young adults and older teens; she has a tiny baby in her lap) Daph?

Daphne: *looks up; her eyes widen* Val?

Valerie: This can't be. I just left you with a baby in your arms...

Daphne: *slight grin* Looks like I'm still in the same place. ;)

Young Woman 1: Don't worry, that's not Mom's baby. He's my little boy Roger. Aunt Valerie, you...

Valerie: I'm not THAT Aunt Valerie. I'm from 1972.

Young Woman 1: You...are?

Young Woman 2: Cool! :D

Young Woman 1: Maryann, you WOULD like that. :p

Maryann: (No longer a little girl, she now very much resembles a female version of her father, with dainty features, short brown hair, and huge brown eyes; she wears tight jeans and a t-shirt that reveals some bare belly) What? ;)

Valerie: (Kneels down in front of Daphne) Daph...they told me about you and Davy. I'm sorry.

Maryann: (Mutters) That bitch...

Daphne: *sighs* Thanks, Val. I'm doing better now.

Maryann: I can't believe Dad did that with...with HER.

Sandra: Mar, calm down. He couldn't help himself. She suddenly turned into Brittany Spears overnight.

Valerie: Who?

Maryann: Young, blond singer.

Valerie: Ohhhh. Davy's type.

Maryann: What baffles us is that she never USED to look like that. The first time she came to the ranch, she looked like...well...

Sandra: Like a nerd.

Young Woman 3: Come on, Sandy, that's not true.

Sandra: Yes it is, Jess. She looked like a nerd. She had this really blotchy face and kept squinting and her hair was awful, hanging down her back like bad rope! Then, suddenly, she comes to the ranch just a few weeks later, and POW, she's a looker, like an older Alicia Silverstone! How'd she do it?

Valerie: Must have found a good salon.

Sandra: I think there's something weird going on.

Maryann: No shit.