You guys ready to find out what Sheila and Alex are up to?

Peter: I'm not sure I want to know! :o

Mike: This is too weird.

Micky: Freaky. Very freaky. :P

Davy: Could we not do this? :P

(We open with the four boys in the Malibu Beach Police Department, in front of Nielson's desk. Nielson is the same as ever, and right now, he looks a bit...well, incredulous.)

Peter: (Wailing) ...and I really saw it, Sargent! The Jenny Lind statue had a human finger instead of a wax one!

Mike: Maybe they're using very realistic, human-like wax now.

Peter: Michael, I swear, I saw a dead human finger on the Jenny Lind statue! It was so white...

Micky: You know, I wouldn't be surprised if Pete's right.

Davy: Yeah, mate, we've seen some really weird things. This isn't any different.

Nielson: (Puts up his hands) All right, all right. We'll send a cop out to take a look. That's all I'm promising. We can't arrest this guy with no proof.

Mike: That seems fair. (Thoughtful) Nielson, has the Los Angeles City Opera reported any of it's performers missin' recently?

Nielson: Why, is Lon Chaney playing the organ in the sewers?

*Micky smirks at the reference.* ;)

Peter: Christine Webber disappeared a few days ago, and Mira Giry vanished after her performance last night!

Nielson: We'll do what we can. Why don't you boys get some rest? Making that movie must be tiring you out. (Nods) Good luck with your film, boys. And don't worry. We'll send someone around to check on the museum.

Mike: See that you do. (The four walk out, Mike looking faintly annoyed, Peter still wailing. Nielson just rolls his eyes and mutters about crazy rock stars who do a few too many weird drugs.)

(Cut to the inside of the wax museum. It's the next morning, when the museum first opens. A regular beat cop in a typical cop's dark-blue uniform walks in, whistling. He stops and looks around, shaking his head.)

Cop: Man, what a place THIS is! (Shudders) Gives me the creeps. These waxworks are way too real. I feel like I'm in a Vincent Price movie or somethin'. :p

(He goes to the Jenny Lind waxwork and gives her a thorough inspection, taking a look at her all over.)

Cop: (Grins) Sorry, Miss Lind, but boss's orders. (He lifts her heavy hoop-skirts and comes back out, shaking his head and smirking) Gotta love realism.

Cop: (Takes her hands) Ok, Miss Lind, let's take a look at those nice, long fingers of yours. Atta girl. I...(eyes widen as he runs his fingers along her right hand; one finger is very, very pale but definitely human flesh; he moves it a bit) Holy SHIT! The kid was right! That's a human finger! A bit stiff, but human. (He pulls out a penknife to chip more wax away from her hand.)

*Suddenly, the organ music begins. The cop looks around for where the music is coming from, but goes back to chipping the wax away.*

Alex: *comes up behind the cop* Ahem. Can I help you?

Cop: (Looks up with narrowed eyes) Yes. You the owner of this establishment?

Alex: *quirks an eyebrow* No, but I do have a vested interest in this establishment and these wax figures you seem to be getting a little too friendly with.

Cop: I don't know if you're aware of this, buddy, but at least one of these waxworks ain't entirely wax.

Alex: You don't say?

Cop: I'm gonna have to bring in the Sargent and his boys to take a better look at this place. Miss Lind's got a gorgeous wax body with a really stiff human finger, and I wouldn't be surprised if what's inside the rest of the wax isn't much different.

Alex: *goes next to the cop and wraps an arm around his shoulders* Really, now, must we fuss so much about a freak accident at the manufacturing plant? Who knows, there's probably someone looking for that finger as we speak.

(The cop makes a face. :p)

Alex: I tell ya what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna call up the factory we got this one from and find out if someone's looking for that finger. I'm sure they are. I'll give them the finger then. Whadaya say, hm?

Cop: (Pushes his arm off and starts for the door) I say there's something screwy going on around here, buddy. I'm gonna go get Sargent Nielson...

Alex: *appears in the doorway, blocking the cop's exit* You're not going anywhere. *tsk tsks* You just couldn't let it go. I tried so hard to give you the chance to get out of here on your own...

Cop: Look, pal, if you're planning on a little police brutality...(looks up as the organ music grows stronger, drifting through the museum)...what's that?

Alex: Beautiful piece, isn't it? Just listen to that melody...

Cop: (His eyes are getting cloudy as a slender female figure steps out of the morning shadows) Yeah...

Sheila: Alex, what's this?

Alex: An experiment in hypnosis. *produces a stop watch* Yes, it DOES actually work.

Sheila: (Joins Alex and the cop, whose eyes are now completely clouded over) What do we have here?

Alex: He came around snooping. He found a little mishap with one of our statues. *points out Jenny's white finger*

Sheila: Damn it. We'll have to call Andrew down to fix it.

Alex: Someone has to know about it. That's why the cop came around.

Sheila: (To the cop) How did you know to come here?

Cop: (Monotone) Four rock star kids came in the precinct last night. The blond was cryin' 'bout one of the wax figures having a human figure, so the Sargent sent me to investigate.

Sheila: (Groans) The Guardians. Figures.

Alex: Great.

Sheila: It'll be easier to just get rid of him. We can't kill him. We'd have every police officer within five miles swarming here. Just make him forget everything and leave.

Alex: You got it, Milady. *turns back to the cop* I want you to forget everything you saw here. When your superiors ask what you saw, tell them you saw nothing out of the ordinary. Now, you got yourself in here, you can find your own way out. Don't come back, got it?

Cop: Yes. (Walks stiffly out; the music ends as soon as he leaves. Sheila shakes her head and turns to Alex)

Sheila: Those Guardians are becoming most tiresome. Alex: Incredibly.

Sheila: We're going to have to do something about them...without letting Andrew get his hands on them. We don't want them DEAD, just subdued.

Alex: Any suggestions, Milady?

Sheila: (Grins evilly) Why don't we make use of that organ for something other than satisfying male hormones? Let's use the organ to bring the Guardians here. Even their mind powers can't hold off hypnotism for very long. (Grin widens) And why not have the big-mouthed Bard as our first target?

Alex: An excellent idea!

Sheila: We will have to explain to Andrew that he's not to be a wax figure, however. Andrew rather enjoys having human models for his statues. The way he carreses the Jenny Lind waxwork... (even she shudders)

Alex: What's wrong with that? But, yes, Andrew gets enough human models that he won't miss a few.

Sheila: Speaking of Andrew's human models, how was Miss Giry last night? I wish he could have picked me up a cute up-and-coming male opera singer.

Alex: *smirks* She was quite good. *pauses* I wouldn't mind an opera singer of my own, either, and I'M not picky about which kind I'd get!

Sheila: Shame you couldn't keep Miss Giry. I suppose you already removed her soul and turned her over to Andrew.

Alex: Unfortunately.

Sheila: We'll have to convince him to let some of his victims live at least long enough for more than a night of fun. (Makes black scarves, leather gloves, and a wide leather band appear) We're going to have to do something about his empathic powers. He can't see the auras, especially ours. He knows too much as it is.

Voice: Hello? Is anyone there?

Sheila: (Raises her eyebrows) Well, well. Look what little puppy just came bouncing in?

Alex: And with no coaxing from us.

(Peter walks timidly into the main hall as Sheila and Alex hide behind the French Revolution display.)

Peter: I know I shouldn't be here. I should be on my way to the studio. But...(sighs)...I know what I saw last night. Michael and Valerie both think I was imagining things! I know I wasn't! (He goes to inspect the Jenny Lind figure and lifts her hand, feeling it) I knew it! That IS a human finger! It's just like mine, only smaller and really, really white. (Gulps as he looks up at her) There's something strange. None of the waxworks really have auras, but Jenny does. It's almost like she's alive (whimpers), or used to be. :o

Sheila: (Narrows her eyes) We have to keep him from getting to the others or seeing anything else. Alex, help me stifle those auras of his.

Alex: Gladly.

Peter: (Backs away from Jenny Lind) I think Jenny used to be alive. I have to tell Michael. I...

(But the leather strap is pulled tightly over his eyes before he can move. Two more hands pull his hands behind his back and pull the tight, form-fitting leather gloves over them, then bind his wrists together.)

Peter: (Wails) What's going on? Let me go!

Sheila: Not a chance, Bard.

Peter: Sheila! What are you doing? (Screams) Help! Help!

Alex: Quiet, you.

(Sheila quickly runs a finger across Peter’s throat, quieting his frightened screams.)

Sheila: Alex, go tell Andrew to start playing the organ again, before he gets away.

(Peter wiggles in Sheila's grasp, clearly horrified.)

Alex: Right away. *heads out the door*

Sheila: I'm sorry about the leather, Bard, but we don't want you using that empathic power of yours. You know far too much already.

(Organ music begins to play as Peter struggles in Sheila's arms. She leans over his ear, whispering.)

Sheila: Hear that, Bard? Isn't that a beautiful melody? So haunting, so melancholy. Don't you just want to go to it, give into it? Let go, Bard. Give in to the music.

(Peter gradually stops struggling as the music continues. He finally becomes stiff in her arms. Sheila smirks and makes a tan leather collar and leash appear in her hands. She puts the collar around Peter's neck as Alex reappears.)

Alex: Very nice.

Sheila: I'm sorry, my Bard, but I'm not going to remove the leather. You see far more than you should. We'll untie your hands when we have you upstairs, but they'll have to stay in the leather gloves. (Turns to Alex) We did very well, didn't we?

Alex: Extremely.

Sheila: We'll leave him in Andrew's office for now, then talk to Andrew and make sure he knows this little pet is not to be converted into a wax dummy.

Alex: Right.

Sheila: (Tugs on Peter's leash) Come along, Bard. Andrew will want to meet you. (She leads Peter to a door off the main hall, followed by Alex.)