Everyone ready to find Peter and Jordan?

Katie: (Sobs) PLEASE! :((

Peter: Oh man...

Mick: You bet!

Valerie: I wonder what happened to them.

Shelly: Let’s get going!

(Cut to a room upstairs. It was once one of the kids' rooms; now, it's an office filled to the brim with computer software, floppy discs, CDs, videos, camera equipment, printers, paper, video games, random tools and blueprints, and various books on architecture, computers, video games, the Internet, old TV shows, film direction, and how-to guides.)

Peter: (As he, Mick, Shelly, Katie, and Valerie follow Micky upstairs) Wow, Mick, this place is amazing! :o

Valerie: I'd ask what half of this is, but I bet YOU don't know.

Micky: Funny.

Mick: Meet Dad's office. Looks like an office supply store threw up, doesn't it?

Valerie: (Giggles) Organization was never your strong suit, Mick. ;)

Micky: *shrugs* Hey, as long as I know where whatever I'm looking for is, it doesn't matter what it looks like.

Peter: You said something about looking for information on the night club Peter and Jordan were playing at and the last people to see them?

Micky: Let me introduce to you to... *sits down in front of a computer screen on the desk, complete with stickers around the border; wiggles the mouse; the screen comes alive, showing a picture of a gorgeous sunset; double clicks on something on the screen* ...the Internet. *a window opens and shows a screen with a header proclaiming "Yahoo!"*

Peter: (Eyes widen; jaw drops) What's that? :o

Valerie: The Internet? (Closes Peter's jaw)

Micky: This is the doorway to any and all information. Anything you can think of, type it in this search box here and hit enter, then be amazed at all the results you get.

Valerie: Then find us this nightclub, Mick.

Micky: You got it. *clacks on the keys briefly, then waits as a new page loads* Here's the web site for the nightclub, right here. *points at a specific link*

Peter: You say you can find ANYTHING? Is there stuff on the Monkees?

Micky: *doesn't even flinch* Tens of thousands of results.

Peter: That many people like us?

Valerie: I knew you guys had talent.

Micky: Those are just the people with Internet access and knowledge of how to make web sites, plus news articles.

Peter: Am I on the Internet?

Valerie: What about Headquarters?

Micky: It took quite a bit of talking into to get you on the web, Peter. Headquarters has its own site... *grins* maintained by moi, naturally.

Valerie: I must be too busy to maintain it, or I wouldn't be crazy enough to ask you.

Micky: Way too busy. ;)

Valerie: Have you talked to Peter or Jordan lately? Was there anything on their minds? Anyone they've talked to recently? (Looks at the twins) Mick? Shelly?

Mick: I remember a mention of a fella who's even more into computers and electronics than Dad. *Micky snorts; Mick rolls his eyes* He told Peter he might be able to hook him up with some new digital instruments...

Shelly: There was also something about computer programs in general.

Peter: Digital instruments?

Valerie: Digital?

Micky: It's a keyboard with TONS of other instruments recorded into it. It's great if you don't have the people to play the real instruments.

Peter: Coool! :D

Valerie: What about computer programs, and who was this fella?

Mick: It also helps in getting music onto the internet. There's a type of file called a midi that's basically an instrumental version of a song, usually played by a piano or sometimes a full band. Depends on how fancy the author gets.

Peter: Huh?

Valerie: Music on the Internet...is there any music on the Internet now?

Micky: Tons.

Peter: Tons? :o

Shelly: I don't remember the guy's name, but he's a big pusher of putting music on the internet and passing it around to anyone who wants it for free. I've seen articles about it really hurting the record companies, including our own Headquarters.

(Valerie growls.)

Peter: Hey, where's Michael? Is he ok? Is he online?

Micky: *sighs* That's about all that Michael does is BE online. Day in and day out. He's REALLY against the music sharing and is trying to push for a law against it.

Valerie: That's our Mike. Is he going underground this time, or is this out in the open?

Micky: This is out in the open, but he isn't. He's got himself so hidden away... *shakes his head*

Peter: I guess Katie and Emma aren't too happy.

Micky: In a word, no.

Katie: (She comes upstairs) Uncle Micky, Papa's here. He's with a woman who says she wants to talk to you and him. (Growls) I don't like the way she's holding onto him, especially around Mama. I know they're divorced, but Papa doesn't need to make his interest that obvious. At least the woman looks like she's in her 50s. (Mutters) She's a looker, though. Wouldn't have thought her to be 50 myself if she hadn't mentioned it.

Micky: *frowns* I can't get past that he's come out of hiding. *glances at the others, then stands* I'll see him.

(Mike is downstairs. He wears a white shirt, jeans, and boots. He has a bit less hair on top, and both hair and beard are streaked with silver. He's also filled out rather nicely and is more muscular than he was in the 70s and 80s. The woman chatting animatedly next to him is tall, black-haired, and gorgeous. She has a slightly wrinkled oval face, perfectly plump pink lips, and a vulptous figure. Her tailored gray suit shows off a pair of long legs in nude stockings. Emma sits on a chair on the other side of the room, glaring at the two of them.)

Mike: Hi, Mick. Angelica, this is Micky Dolenz. Mick, this is Angelica Pickens, a computer programmer and software developer (smiles warmly at her; Emma growls a little) and special friend.

Micky: Well, look at what the cat dragged in. *nods at Angelica* Nice to meet you. *turns back to Mike* You wanted to see me? What could be so important that you actually left your hide-a-hole?

Mike: You're a barrel of laughs, Micky. Angelica and her team are working on a few special programs to help us kick this music piracy thing in the ass.

Micky: Mike, it's nice to see you so into something important for a change, but would you mind getting to your point? We were a little busy here.

Angelica: (Sighs) Michael can be crude sometimes, but you're right. We're working a few (slight smirk before her smile becomes more genuine) Internet file software programs that can be downloaded directly to the computer.

Micky: *folds his arms over his chest* You're trying to stop the file sharing, yet you're working on programs to HELP people download the files?

Angelica: I didn't finish. The software will block the downloads.

Mike: An' stop any unwanted pirates from takin' over the computer, musical an otherwise.

Micky: *quirks an eyebrow--he doesn't believe what he's hearing* Okay. So, why did you want to talk to me?

Angelica: We want you to help work on a special project of mine.

Mike: (Makes a face) Ang, I told you I weren't too sure about that. I thought you just wanted advice on your software.

Angelica: Michael, this idea of ours is the wave of the future!

Mike: Yeah, but playing with people's minds...trust me, we've done it before, and it don't work too well.

Angelica: But if people can control the computers with their minds...control the Internet with their minds...

Mike: I don't like it, Angie. I don't mind software pointers, but let's stay outta people's heads.

Micky: *frowns; involuntary shudder* I don't like it, either.

Emma: Nor do I. Look, Mike, if you want to do software that will help you stop Internet music piracy, fine, but this is people's lives we're talking about!

Peter: Yeah! (Peter, Valerie, and the twins come down from the upstairs office. Mike frowns, clearly confused; Angelica turns pale) That Internet thingie is fun, but people's heads are people's heads.

Angelica: But...but you..

Mike: Pete? What's goin' on? It can’t be...

Peter: I'm his, um, distant cousin. Very distant.

(Mike makes a face, but says nothing. Angelica stands abruptly.)

Angelica: I have to call the office.

Mike: Why don't we all go there? It's near the ranch. (Looks at Micky) Where's the rest of your brood?

Micky: Leah went away to college. I can't keep track of the other two.

Angelica: No, really, I have to tell them something important.

Mike: I'm sure everyone would love a tour. Mick and Mick Junior would be in heaven with all the equipment you got layin' around.

Mick: *grins* Can we go, Dad?

Micky: *clearly doesn't like this idea; sighs* Alright, fine, we can go.

Emma: I'm not going. I'm working on an article for the Los Angeles Times about the new Disney movies and all the animated films that were released that imitate them. I have to get that done by Tuesday.

Katie: I'll go. It'll take my mind off Jordan.

Shelly: I'll go, too.

Mike: We'll find him, cowgirl. Aunt Valerie an' Sheila went down to that nightclub to find him. (Looks at Angelica) Weren't we at that club last night? I swear I didn't see anything funny. In fact, I felt sorta lousy last night. Musta had some bad whiskey or something.

Angelica: (Too quickly) No, I saw nothing.

(Peter frowns. Valerie narrows her eyes.)

Emma: Mike, have you heard from Davy? Daphne was here today. Just left with her girls, in fact. She wants a divorce.

Mike: I don't know how thrilled he'll be about that. He wants her back. He was at the ranch, the last time I talked to him, drowning himself in liquor and horse manure. :p

Emma: He shouldn't have been stupid enough to have an affair in the first place.

Angelica: Maybe he doesn't love his wife as much as she thought.

Peter: Um, can we go now? I don't like the look of everyone's auras.

Angelica: What?

Mike: (Nods and takes Angelica's arm) Yeah, Pete, why don't we go? (Grins) I can't wait to see what you're workin' on.

Angelica: (Grins, a shade smugly) I'm sure it'll be the answer to all your problems, Michael. ;)

Peter: (Takes Micky's arm as they start to file out) Micky, I don't like that woman. She has a very dark aura. Not a black aura, only the Devils had that, but dark. She's not what she seems.

Micky: Even without the aura reading, I was getting the same feeling. I don't like her, either. I wonder what her ulterior motive is?

Peter: Even I saw how she acted when Val and I came downstairs. She got scared!

Micky: There's something really fishy going on. Hopefully this little field trip will shed some light on the subject.

Valerie: (As they head out) What do you know about these people, Mick?

Peter: What have you found on the Internet?

Micky: Frankly, from what I've read, I'm going to say we hope that I'm right.

Valerie: (As they, Mick, and Shelly climb into Ursula) Whatever that "software" thing is doesn't sound so bad, but that whole "controlling computers with minds" thing...there's something seriously wrong there.

Micky: *eyes narrow* Yeah, that mind control thing is seriously rubbing me the wrong way.

Peter: I don't trust her. Did you see how she reacted when I came downstairs?

Valerie: She acted like she saw a ghost!

Ursula: (As the car starts and her face appears on the monitor) Who did?

Peter: This woman, Angelica, who showed up with Mike!

Ursula: I thought he was concentrating on saving Magnetic South.

Peter: SAVING?

Valerie: Then Headquarters isn't the only business the file sharing is effecting.

Ursula: That's not the only thing Michael's having problems with. Some of the media he's released hasn't been the most...shall we say...lucrative. He made some rather bad deals with other companies, too.

Valerie: (Mutters) I knew Mike wasn't as good of a businessman as he thought. :p

Ursula: Micky, where are we going?

Micky: The ranch. We're hoping to find some answers.

Valerie: Apparently, some people are working on a new software near Mike's ranch that will help block the music downloads.

Peter: Whatever THAT is.

Ursula: I don't like this, either. Michael's too caught up in this. Has anyone heard anything about the older Peter or Jordan?

(Katie sniffles and shakes her head.)

Ursula: I'll assume no.

Valerie: We think these people may have something to do with their disappearance.

Katie: We've got to find out! (Puts her hand on her stomach) My poor Jordan is scared and...(frowns)...blank. Really blank. I can get some feelings of illness, but none of the thousands of things he's usually feeling when he gets this scared. It's strange, and that worries me. :(

Ursula: Micky, let's step on it and catch up with her vehicle. I think Michael, not to mention Jordan and Peter, are in grave danger.

Peter: I got that feeling from my auras.

Micky: Way ahead of you, Pete.

(Micky steps on the gas pedal, and we fade out on Mike's black car and Ursula streaking across the California landscape.)