Ok, fellas, ready for this year's Halloween main story?

Mike: Why do I have a bad feelin' 'bout this?

Peter: I'm not sure...

Davy: I don't know if I like this.

Micky: I'm not going to say this can't be worse, because the girls have proven wrong many times before... :P ;)

(We open with a musical number, a more elaborate version of Arabian harem number "Can You Dig It?" from "Head," including more dancing from the chorus girls in belly dancing costume and some solo singing parts. There's a noticable hole in the dancers' formation, though, and the number is ended half-way through when we hear a voice from off-camera.)

Off-Camera Voice: Cut! Cut! This isn't working. There's supposed to be eight dancers in this scene. Where's Christine Webber?

Chorus Girl 1: (Puts a hand on one belly-dancer-costumed hip) We don't know. She didn't show up for the rehearsal, and she wasn't here after lunch, either.

Mike: What's goin' on? That ain't like that girl. She's been here every other day.

Chorus Girl 2: (Sniffs) She'd be here early every other day, practicing before the rest of us show up!

Chorus Girl 3: (Worried) Do you think she's ok? Has anyone called her?

Off-Camera Voice 2: Go look in her dressing room.

Chorus Girl 2: We tried that. She wasn't there.

Off-Camera Voice 1: Well, maybe she's there now! We'll break for lunch while someone goes to look for Miss Webber.

(Everyone breaks up. The guys gather in a group as the girls head off-set and an intern goes to look for Miss Webber.)

Mike: (Sighs) Figures somethin' would go wrong. Everythin's been goin' so well since the whole thing with the cars last month. :p

Peter: Guys, do you think something happened to Miss Webber?

Mike: She's probably just late from an all-night party or somethin'.

Micky: Maybe...

Peter: (Shakes his head) Mike, Valerie told me she's an up-and-coming opera singer. She heard her in a small role at the City of Angels Opera House before it closed last year and adored her. She actually tried to get her then, but Christine said she wanted some time to think instead. She heard her again at the San Fransisco Opera on a buisness trip in June and got her to join Headquarters this time.

Mike: Her career's important to her, then?

Peter: She told Valerie and me it meant more to her than anything!

Mike: (Shrugs) Maybe she got sick or somethin'.

Davy: Or maybe something worse 'as actually 'appened.

Mike: She probably just got sick and forgot to call.

Peter: I don't think she'd do that!

Intern: (Comes back in) Where's Mr. Rafelson?

Mike: He went to lunch.

Intern: Miss Webber isn't in her dressing room. We had a secretary call her house, and no one's getting her there, either.

Mike: Maybe she's at lunch. Did you call the studio comissary?

Intern: We checked there. Nothing.

Mike: Mr. Rafelson and Mr. Nicholson went out to lunch.

Intern: Do you know where they went?

Mike: Try Pablo's Bar around the corner from Columbia. Real big spot with them. ;)

Intern: Will do, Mr. Nesmith! Can I get anything for you or the other Monkees?

Mike: Um, no. Thanks anyway.

Intern: Well, if you ever need anyone to get anything, you know where I am! (He bounces off)

Mike: (Makes a face) How much of the comissary coffee did that boy drink this mornin'? :p

Davy: 'E's almost as 'yper as Mick is. ;)

Micky:Yeah. Almost. ;)

Peter: Guys, I'm scared. What if something happened to Miss Webber?

Mike: Pete, I'm sure she's fine.

Micky: Hey, why don't we check her dressing room. Maybe there's a clue in there as to where she might be.

Mike: Is this really any of our business?

Peter: Yes! She's in our movie! Valerie will be upset if she vanishes, too. She was going to give Miss Webber a big build-up as the first star in Headquarters' classical arm.

Mike: Well, we won't be startin' filmin' again for a while, so I guess it couldn't hurt...

Davy: Sure, why not.

Mike: (Sighs) Come on, fellas. (As they leave the set) But if anyone asks what we're doin' there, we were tryin' to get her autograph, ok?

Micky: Or she wanted ours. *Davy elbows himm*

(The guys finally head out. Cut from the Arabian-esque "Dig It" set to a typical back-stage dressing room. Some chorus girls still in belly dancer costumes head out as the boys go in, but the room is empty of people. Costumes, make-up, clothes, shoes, and bags are scattered and hung everywhere, and there's the heavy aerosol scent of hairspray and greasepaint in the air.)

Mike: (Shrugs) Here it is. Ain't nuthin' much. Looks like any old dressin' room.

Peter: I wish we knew which part of the dresser is hers!

Davy: There ought to be labels...

Mike: (As the boys go through costumes) I feel sorta dirty, goin' through her stuff...

Peter: Mike, it's for Christine! What if she's hurt somewhere?

Micky: Yeah, man. I'm willing to bet there's something here that'll tell us where she might be.

Mike: Davy an' Mick, why don't you go through the make-up and papers an' shit on the dresser?

Davy: We always get the fun jobs... :P ;)

Micky: Oh, come one, Dave... *drags him over to the dresser*

Peter: (Pulls a belly dancer's skirt off of a rack and shows it to Mike) This skirt has her name on it, but I don't see her in it.

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Brilliant deduction, Sherlock.

Peter: (Beams) Thank you! :D

*Micky and Davy exchange looks, then go back to shuffling through papers.*

Mike: (Holds a tiny, sequin-trimmed bikini top out) Yeah, here's the matchin' piece. How do women wear this stuff?

Peter: Well, they're a little more filled out than we are, Mike.

Mike: No shit, Pete.

Micky: Hey Mike, Pete?

Mike: (As he and Peter continue through the rack) Yeah?

Micky: There's an ad here for a wax museum.

Mike: So?

Davy: Some of it's been circled, and there's some scribbled words on it.

Peter: (Takes the ad from Micky) It looks like Christine's handwriting. I saw her signature on her Headquarters contract. I'm no expert, but that looks like a good match.

Mike: (Frowns) I think I heard somethin' 'bout a new wax museum openin' in that old "City of Angels Opera Company" opera house in downtown Malibu Beach.

Peter: Christine used to be a part of that company before they shut down. I can see why she'd be interested.

Mike: (Eyes light up) Em said she was coverin' the openin' of that place tomorrow for the Malibu Beach Register. It's supposed to be a really big deal - food, opera concert, spooky music, the whole works.

Micky: Well, count me in!

Peter: Me, too. There's going to be a lot of important people there. The waxworks are all characters from well-known books and movies or historical figures, some still living, and they want some of the still-living people represented to cut the ribbon on the museum.

Mike: (Thinks) I don't think we have any filmin' tomorrow afternoon. We won't make the ribbon-cutting, but we should be there for at least some of the party.

Peter: I want to see if they have a wax Ghandi figure!

Mike: Em's talked about it. Says it's a really big deal and might finally lead to better work on the Register and at larger papers.

Peter: (Holds up her clothes) These don't look like Christine's worn them at all today.

Mike: (Nods) I have a funny feelin' 'bout all this. My wolf's intuition is actin' up again. (Sniffs at Christine's clothes) I smell somethin' weird. Kinda like wax. Not like Pete’s meditation candles, but a thicker, heavier kind, like they use on packin' boxes.

Peter: (Whimpers) I don't like this.

Mike: That's it. We're definately checkin' out that museum.

Chorus Girl 1: (Pokes her head in) Come on, guys! They couldn't find Christine anywhere. They're going to start the number without her.

Peter: (Gulps) She's still not back! I hope she's ok.

Mike: I'm sure it's nothin'. Maybe she's got a boyfriend who works at the wax museum or somethin'.

Peter: I sure hope so...