Everyone ready for the opening of the wax museum?

Mike: I ain't sure I like what we're going to find there.

Davy: I'm not too sure about this.

Peter: Me either. :(

Micky: Let’s get this over with.

(We open in the main hall of the wax museum. Crowds surround figures from various historical eras. Mike, Peter, and Emma inspect a particularly gruesome depiction of the French Revolution.)

Mike: Um, realistic.

Peter: (Touches part of the wax head held by a female statue in a French peasant's costume and shudders) They look like they could move and speak!

*Micky, Lauren, and Davy are look at statues of figures from the Civil War.*

Lauren: This is way too life-like. They're creepy.

Emma: (As she, Mike, and Peter join the others) This is too eerie.

Peter: I'm getting really, really bad vibes! These statues are freaky! (He gulps) I think I've even seen auras on a few of them, like they were human!

Mike: Pete, you're imaginin' things. This place is gettin' to you.

Peter: (Gulps) I hope so. (Smiles again) Valerie is in the main theater, talking to some of the big names here to see the exhibits.

Emma: That reminds me. I have to interview the owner of the museum for the Malibu Beach Register. They say he's an odd fellow, a real eccentric.

Mike: Swell. Sounds like a barrel of laughs.

Davy: I usually like looking at waxed figures, but there's something about these that's bloody creeping me out.

Micky: It's the fact that they look like EXACTLY who they're supposed to look like. Imagine all the time it took to create these...

Emma: From what I gather, the man has all the time in the world to work on them. He was fired from the City of Angels Opera before they shut down a while back due to lack of funds and hasn't done anything but work on these since.

Peter: (Perks up) I heard they hired a couple of up-and-coming singers from the Los Angeles City Opera to sing at the opening in the main theater!

Emma: (Looks at her watch) Speaking of the show, I'm going to meet Mr. Gaston really quick for my interview before the singers go on. Why don't the rest of you go try out some of the refreshments in the small room off the Revolutionary War section?

Mike: No thanks, Em. Lookin' at the British killin' the American Militia at Lexington made me lose my appetite.

Peter: (Shudders) There's something really wrong here. Some of the exhibits are really scary and violent, but others are really sweet, like the one depicting children's book characters in the old dance halls. The Alice and the White Rabbit looked just like the Tennyson drawings. It's almost like two different people made these figures.

Mike: (As raised voices are heard) Shh, guys! What's that?

Peter: (Frowns) I can't really hear anything over the crowd...

Mike: Shh! (The voices get louder)

Woman: (High musical voice) Don't put your hand there!

Andrew: I'll put my hand where I want to put it. You intrigue me, Mira. Your beauty and that stunning voice dazzles me. (The camera cuts to a long shot of a pretty young blonde woman in a fine gown being held by Andrew, now in a clean and dapper dark suit. He clenches her arm harder) I can make you want me, Mira. I can make you love me.

Mira: No you can't! Let me go! (She reaches to slap him, but he grabs her other hand)

Andrew: I want you, Mira. I hunger for you. I have ever since I first saw you at the rehearsals for the show.

Mira: No, damn it! Let me go, you monster!

Andrew: (Narrows his eyes) So I'm a monster, am I? (Squeezes her arm harder; she squeals) I'll show you a monster, my pretty...

(Mike narrows his eyes and, as fast as a real wolf, darts over to Andrew and grabs his arm.)

Mike: I wouldn't do that to that nice lady, pal. She said "no." X(

Emma: (As the others join them) Mr. Gaston!

Micky: *shakes his head* Naughty naughty, pal.

Andrew: (Eyes widen; lets Mira go) Sorry about that, Miss Giry. (Finally lets Mira go; Mike lets HIM go, his eyes still narrowed)

Mira: Stay away from me, Mr. Gaston. I'll sing in your show, but I won't be anyone's love object. (She hurries off...not noticing two figures standing near the children's room watching her)

Sheila: (Sighs as the camera cuts to her and Alex) What did I say about Andrew's temper?

Alex: Yeah. You said it. :P

Sheila: He's very useful, but that temper is going to end up getting him in trouble...and possibly getting him arrested. If the police catch on that he's really, well, a murderer, the whole operation is over.

Alex: Perhaps we could try to do something about that temper.

Sheila: We're going to have to. He's starting to be a liability.

(Emma chats animatedly with Andrew as we cut back to the Monkees and Lauren. Valerie joins them.)

Valerie: (Makes a face) I have something to tell you that you may all find interesting. I found out from one of Dad's friends who footed the bill for the remodeling of this massive old building. Guess who did the deed, AND funded the creation of the museum and the mannequins?

Mike: Don't tell me. Past, Present, and Future Inc.

Valerie: You've played this game before.

Lauren: Oh, great.

Peter: I thought my stomach's been feeling weird all afternoon.

Mike: I knew I smelled somethin' rotten. (Sniffs deeper) And somethin' else. Somethin' weird...

Peter: This whole PLACE is weird!

Mike: No. Smelled it when we all hadda go to that hospital in Mexico after the whole thing in the temple and ended up in the part near the morgue.

Peter: Man, this place is weird AND gross!

Micky: Wonderful.

Peter: I'm scared, and I haven't seen Christine. Let's go home.

Mike: Maybe she'll be at the show.

Valerie: I wanted to see it anyway. Miss Giry is one of the LA City Opera's up-and-coming sopranos. Her rendition of one of Gilda's pieces from "Rigaletto" is said to be thrilling! :D

Mike: I can imagine Christine would wanna see it. I'll bet some of these folks are friends of hers.

Emma: (Joins the others, frowning) Boy, is that guy a nut job. (Rubs her arm; Mike growls and rubs his arm)

Mike: Em, I knew there was somethin' wrong. What did he do to you?

Emma: Nothing much. He just alternated between gushing over his work with the wax figures and restoring the opera house and his benefactors and screaming at me for not listening and not paying more attention to said wax figures. I think he gave me a bruise the size of Columbia Studios on my arm.

Lauren: What a jerk. :P

Mike: Yeah, well, if he ever so much as puts one finger on you again, I'll personally dump him in wax and make HIM a wax statue.

Peter: Don't do that! That would hurt him!

Mike: Good. There's somethin' seriously wrong with that guy.

Peter: His aura has more colors than a psychedelic poster for a rock concert...and most of them are dark.

Mike: Oh goody, another fantastic lunatic for us to handle.

Valerie: (As the doors to the theater open wider) Hey everyone, why don't we watch the show, then look for Christine and report to Daphne, Mrs. Marion, and the kids?

Mike: If Daphne and Mrs. Marion are still alive.

Micky: I think Mrs. Marion can handle the kids.

Peter: You think there's something funny going on around here?

Mike: Uh, yeah, Pete. (Nods at the theater) Come on, guys. I want to have another chat with Mr. Andrew Gaston who creates such life-like statues.

Peter: You think he could do one of me? :D

Mike: (As they join other patrons in the theater) That's what I'm afraid of, Pete.

(Cut to a montage of scenes of people in fancy gowns and even a few costumes taken from the Los Angeles City Opera performing various opera pieces, ending with a somewhat large sequence of Mira Giry's song. Everyone applauds wildly after she's done. Cut to the theater exit in the main hall. We see people file out until the room is empty...except for the four Monkees and three young women who duck out from behind the French Revolution exhibit.)

Mike: Is everyone gone?

Valerie: (Nods) Yes. The museum closed twenty minutes ago. Everyone is gone.

Peter: I wish we'd gone with them. This place is so spooky, and my stomach is in knots.

Valerie: (Frowns and puts her hand on her stomach) Me too.

Mike: Shit. I KNEW they had to be involved.

Emma: This is right up their alley. Restored building filled with statues depicting war and death made by a possible lunatic.

Micky: What more could a devil want?

Mike: Oh, this is going to be fun.

Peter: No, it isn't! This place is filled with death, and...huh?

(Mira Giry walks out of the theater, still in her gown, her curly blond hair floating behind her like a fluffy cape. Her bright blue eyes are blank, and she walks unsteadily, as if she's sleepwalking.)

Emma: Miss Giry, I was wondering if I could have a word...(but Mira just keeps walking)...with you...

Davy: Wot the...

Peter: (Eyes widen) There's something seriously wrong with her aura! It's flickering, like someone else is controlling it.

Mike: (Sniffs) I smell hot wax.

Peter: (He and Lauren take Mira's arms) Miss Giry, what's going on? Where are you going?

Lauren: Mira?

(She gently pulls away from them and keeps walking, down the hall. Cut to the children's room, where we see depictions of several simple fairy-tales, like Cinderella and Rapunzel, along with children's novels like Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, and the "Narnia" series with a huge wax lion.)

Mike: (Stops as they enter the room) Hey, guys, do you hear something?

Peter: (Shakes his head) No.

Mike: It's faint, but it sounds like organ music.

Emma: But if we're down here and everyone else went home...

Peter: (Whimpers) Who is playing the organ?

Micky: Why don't we find out?

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. But first...(turns to Mira...and finds her gone) Hey! Where'd she go?

All Seven: SHE'S GONE!

Peter: Where'd she go?

Mike: I'll bet there's a simple explanation for this...

Emma: Shh! Wait a minute! I hear voices!

Peter: Ghosts!

Mike: (Narrows his eyes) Close.

(Sheila and Andrew seem to materialize from a blank spot in the back wall, followed by Alex carrying Mira, who stares at him blankly. Andrew carries a beaker of fizzing red liquid.)

Sheila: We'll just... (growls when she sees the group) What are YOU doing here?

Mike: Protectin' the innocent, like always.

Peter: Where's Christine? I'll bet you have her!

*Alex snorts.*

Andrew: Good. We have witnesses. (Alex sets Mira in a chair at the Alice's tea party exhibit) Alex, would you give her this? (Hands Alex the beaker) It'll teach her to not turn away potential lovers without giving them a fair chance.

Mike: What the HELL are you doin'? (He starts to them, but Sheila glares at him. There's a black light around Mike, and he stops dead in his tracks)

Emma: Mike!

Alex: Gladly. *takes the beaker and gives the contents to Mira, who drinks it*

Andrew: Now, Mira, would you repeat your performance from this afternoon?

(Mira obeys, singing the same song she sang in the show...but as it continues, it becomes more and more strained, until nothing emerges from her throat but a scratchy, wilted bleat.)

Valerie: What did you DO to her? She's an opera singer! She needs her voice!

Andrew: She'll never turn down another man who offers her attention like that again.

Emma: You...you...MONSTER!

Sheila: Andrew, you and Alex take Mira out of here. I know exactly how to handle these intruders.

Emma: What did you do to Mike? I feel stiffer than these wax dolls. :p

Sheila: Just the usual paralyzing spell. I'll bring him out of it when Alex leaves.

Alex: I'm outta here! *black lights out of there, taking Mira with him*

(Another black light makes Andrew disappear.)

Sheila: (Mutters) Just put Andrew back in his lab. He'll get to Mira soon enough. (Out loud) Now, what should we do with these intruders?

Emma: You'll put my husband right and tell us what happened to Mira and Christine!

Peter: (Wails) I'll bet you did the same thing to Christine that you did to Mira!

Sheila: If we did, so what? They're stuck-up little divas who had it coming to them.

Valerie: They're human beings with careers that mean the world to them...and you just wiped them out!

Sheila: I grow tired of this. (Smirks) I know how to get rid of the lot of you, or at least convince you to not enter again. (She closes her eyes. There's a black light from the main hall as "Porpoise Song" begins. A black light surrounds Mike as well.)

Peter: V..v...v..v..v...VALERIE! (Gruesome wax figures of all kinds, from a bloody Marie Antoinette to Frankenstein and his Bride, lumber into the room as Mike stumbles and Emma goes to him.)

Sheila: Enjoy the Universal horror show, dear Guardians. I'd stay and watch, but I'm busy with more...pressing...matters. Ta ta! (She disappears in a black light)

Mike: (As Emma helps him to his feet) Damn it! Well, at least these guys should be easy to defeat. They're wax. They'll break or melt.

Emma: Honey, we can't destroy them.

Mike: Why not?

Emma: Mr. Gaston said these figures cost almost a million dollars to make, that's why not! Do you want to pay a million dollars for melted and destroyed wax?

Peter: And they ARE well-made, scary or not.

Mike: We'll just...(ducks the French peasant woman coming at him with her wax severed head - a blue light appears around her, and she stops moving)...turn them back, then! Come on, guys!

(Emma ducks away from the grasp of Dracula, who is definitely interested in her neck, among other things. She turns him back into a statue before Mike can punch him and make a hole in him.)

Micky: Back, I say! *blue lights the Frankenstein figure coming after him and Lauren*

*Davy stops a militant figure with severed limbs in a bloody uniform.*

(A grotesque monster with three heads chases Peter. He finally throws three balls in three different directions. While the three heads argue over which balls to chase, Peter turns them...it...back into a statue.)

(Valerie ducks around Marie Antoinette in her bloody lace dress. Marie’s trying to get her under the guillotine. Valerie pushes her under the blade instead, and Peter secures her. Valerie turns her back into a statue while Marie throws a fit.)

(Mike grins and pulls out Alex's electric shaver from earlier and chases the Wolfman into a corner, then turns him back.)

(Peter has tea with the blood-spattered King of France, both of them enjoying it a great deal before Peter turns him back into a statue.)

(Emma looks up...and up...at the very tall Abraham Lincoln. Abe's so tall, the camera only shows up to his shoulders!)

*Lizzy Borden chases after Davy. He dodges her, then turns her back, just as she begins to raise her weapon.*

(Mike is trying to fight with Jack the Ripper without actually breaking him. Emma makes a face at the two wrestling on the floor and turns Jack back into a statue, helping her husband out from under him.)

(Jenny Lind goes after Lauren, whacking her with her lace fan.)

*Micky yanks the fan from Jenny’s hands and turns her back, then whacks her with the fan before putting it back in her hand.*

(What Micky doesn't notice is a bit of wax breaking off of Jenny...revealing a dainty white finger that looks very much like human flesh.)

(They regroup in the main hall as the song ends. The figures are all now back to where they belong.)

Mike: Let's get outta here, gang. I have the feelin' we ain't gonna find much else here right now. We have filming to do for the next few days, but maybe we can come back later and do more explorin'...when fewer people and devils are around.

Emma: I know they have Mira and Christine. We just have to prove it. (Grins) Oooh, what a story this'll make! The mad doctor and his horrifying creations! It's like an old Vincent Price movie!

Lauren: Without the green face, hopefully.

Peter: I wanna go home! There's something seriously wrong with this place!

Mike: No shit. My wolf intuition ain't givin' me the best signals. I'm sensin' death and other seriously nasty stuff. :p

Valerie: The girls and I will keep exploring as time permits.

Emma: But for now, let's go retrieve the kids and Daphne, before they clear Mrs. Marion's cupboard. ;)

Mike: Good idea.

(As they leave, Peter stops to inspect the Jenny Lind statue. He lifts the hand...and then drops it, his eyes wide. He shakes his head, backing away and running as the camera fades out on the wax hand with the one flesh finger...)