Everyone ready to discover the secret of the wax museum?

Mike: When I get my hands on that eccentric ass... X(

Micky: Secret?

Davy: I don't like the sound of this.

(We open back in Columbia. Mike and Micky push their way through throngs of people. Micky wears what looks like a cavarly officer's costume; Mike wears a fringed shirt, buckskin trousers, and boots.)

Mike: This is ridiculous. Pete is never late, for anything. Where the HELL is he?

Micky: I don't know, man.

Mike: We were supposed to film the military march scene this afternoon, and he don't show. Wonderful. :p

Micky: Maybe we ought to go find him.

Mike: We could call Val. Maybe they had somethin' to do at Headquarters. (Frowns) She'd normally tell us about a change in plans like that, though.

(Mike goes to a phone booth around the corner from the studio. He puts some change in.)

*Micky follows and leans against the wall next to the booth.*

Mike: Hi, Val? Sorry to interrupt you. I know you have a meeting...yeah. Look, have you seen Peter? (Pause) Not since he left this morning? (Pause) No, we ain't seen him, either.

*Micky's eyes widen a bit.*

Mike: Val, I don't know where he went. I ain't his keeper. (Nods) Well, if you see him, tell him to get his rear over here, before Bob roasts all of us over coals and puts us on spits. We had to switch to filmin' the western scene and Davy's scene with Annette Funicello because your hubby never showed! (Makes a face) I can take the tone I wanna take! Val, you're my boss, not my mother. (Grumbles) Yeah, bye to you. Yes, we'll have Peter call you if he shows up here first. See ya. (Slams the phone down)

Micky: That didn't go well.

Mike: That woman gets on my nerves sometimes. She's my boss, not my keeper.

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Yeah. (Sighs) So, what do we do?

Mike: Let's go back to the dressin' rooms. Davy should be done with his filmin' by now, and maybe Pete's shown up there.

Micky: Okay. I'll bet Pete's back there.

(Cut to the two men walking into a dressing room. It looks more-or-less like the chorus girls’ dressing room, but larger and filled with what's obviously the guys' stuff, from Peter's bass to tools and weird parts that probably belong to Micky. Davy sits in one chair, dressed in brown flared pants and a green sweater, filing his nails.)

Mike: Hey, Dave. You see Pete yet?

Davy: *shake his head* No mate, I 'aven't.

Mike: No one's seen him. Even Val hasn't seen him. As far as anyone knows, he never showed up for the morning filming.

Davy: That isn't like Petah.

Mike: No, it ain't. He's usually here before anyone else.

Micky: Something's gotta be wrong. We need to look for him.

Mike: (Nods) If only to keep Bob off our backs, not to mention Val.

(The four start walking out of the dressing room and onto the main street when Mike pulls them back into the dressing room.)

Mike: Shit! Alex!

Micky: Here? :P

*Alex chats up a young woman. He tells her lie after lie, making her fall for him. He leans in as though he's going to whisper something in her ear, but quickly puts his fingers to her temples and rubs. Moments later, the woman's eyes dull, and she grins at him stupidly. She latches onto his arm and sighs while he grins.*

Mike: I think I'm gonna barf.

Micky: He's been practicing.

Davy: Even I wouldn't use some of the lines 'e just did.

Mike: Why don't we follow him and see what he's up to now? I know he's doin' somethin' with that museum. I wouldn't be surprised if he's gonna use that kid for more of his damn experiments.

Micky: Good idea.

Mike: Come on. The MonkeeMobile is parked in the garage down the street. Wouldn't be surprised if he's there, too. It's the closest parking space to here.

Micky: And the cheapest. ;)

Mike: We'll blue-light it. (There's a soft blue light in various shades, and the guys disappear. Cut to a dark, damp multi-level parking building. The three Monkees appear next to the MonkeeMobile, now back in street clothes.)

Mike: (Points at two figures near a huge black Mustang) I think that's them, guys!

Davy: *watches as Alex cops a feel before letting the woman into the car* That's an undahstatement, mate.

Mike: Let's go, before I really DO get sick.

Ursula: (As Mike gets in the passenger side and turns her on) Guardians, what's going on? You all look agitated.

Mike: It's a long story, Urse, but Alex is at it again, among other things.

Ursula: Say no more. I know something's been going on. I've gotten some interesting vibes from my sister. There's something that's making even HER disgusted somewhere in town.

Micky: *makes a face* That's weird.

Mike: Ok, Urse, we're gonna have some fun. We think Alex and your sis are involved with this really crazy guy who owns a wax museum. He and Alex destroyed the voice of a prominent soprano the other day, and Pete thought he saw a real human finger on one of the statues.

Ursula: (The engine almost sounds like its gagging) That is disgusting. Poor Peter.

Micky: Nice use of the sound effects, Urse.

Ursula: Thank you, Micky. ;)

Mike: (Frowns) Pete.... (Looks at the others) Do you guys think Pete might have decided to go back to the museum on his own?

Micky: He might've.

Mike: He really was convinced Jenny Lind's finger was human.

Ursula: Knowing my sister, he could be right.

(Both vehicles fly down the ramps as "Shake 'Em Up" starts, almost running into a few other cars, who honk their horns and yell unintelligble slurs on the driver's mothers.)

*The big black Mustang cruises through the streets, only occasionally driving like a bat out of hell.*

(Mike growls and tries to catch up with him. He looks left and right, and seeing no one paying much attention, concentrates. There's a dark blue light, and the MonkeeMobile is now alongside the Mustang.)

(Mike sticks his tongue out at Alex. Davy winks at his girlfriend.)

*Something presses against the back window of the Monkeemobile. It's a full moon.*

(Mike growls and concentrates. The once-huge Mustang is now the size of a clown car, and about the same colors. Alex is dressed like a clown; his girlfriend wears feathers and sequens. Mike passes the Mustang by, once again sticking his tongue out at Alex, chuckling at his squeaky red nose and big shoes. Peanuts rain down on the now-tiny Mustang.)

*There's a black light over the Mustang and it returns to its rightful size.* :P

(Mike barely skirts a corner. Ursula shows up on the monitor, "fanning" herself.)

*The Monkeemobile comes up to a tight squeeze. Micky presses a button that tilts the car up onto its right wheels and squeezes through the passage. Once through, the car goes back onto all four wheels.*

(The two cars end up on the sidewalk in a crowded marketplace. Mike pushes another button, and the MonkeeMobile is lifted up and over the various stalls and surprised people.)

(Mike make a face as Micky and Davy squabble in the back. He hands them both apples he bought from the marketplace to keep them quiet.)

*Micky and Davy eat their apples and squabble with their mouths full.*

(Mike leans over and tries to break them up, not watching the road. We hear people screaming and insulting as the MonkeeMobile waves from side to side.)

Ursula: (Over the music; as loud as she can) ENOUGH! MICHAEL, WATCH THE ROAD!

Mike: Huh...SHIT! (He barely manages to miss an oncoming bus and swerves just in time. The MonkeeMobile flies around and around. Mike makes it into the wax museum's parking lot as the music ends.)

Ursula: Oh...my...GOD! Do NOT do that again! Please, PLEASE keep all eyes on the road! :o

Micky: We need an autopilot.

Mike: Well, we're here. Everyone put their trays back into their upright positions as you exit the aircraft.

Ursula: More or less here. I think I lost a few important parts back there.

Micky: Sorry, Urse.

Mike: (Nods at the Mustang, which is across the parking lot from them and empty) Come on, guys. Let's go see what Alex is up to.

Micky: This could be interesting.

(We fade out as the guys enter the wax museum. Fade in on Alex's room, the same one he had Christine in before.)

*Alex and the girl are making out on the bed. Their hands are roaming each other rather freely...*

(Andrew bursts in. He leans against the door and crosses his arms, amused.)

Andrew: You certainly get places very quickly, young man.

Alex: *pulls away from the girl and glares at Andrew* Do you MIND? I'm a little busy here.

Andrew: Save her for later. We have company. Those boys are here again, most likely looking for their friend.

Alex: *growls* Dammit. If I don't have some fun soon... (Grumbles) Fine. We'll go stop them.

Andrew: Your...um...female friend is already on her way. Attractive woman, that, but a bit too...hot-tempered...for me.

Alex: *smirks at Andrew* Good.

Andrew: Besides, she's too thin to be a good model.

Alex: Try telling her that.

(Cut back to the boys as they enter the hall. Mike shudders. It's quiet. There's no customers, nothing but the boys and the statues.)

Mike: Why don't we split up? Mick, you take the main hall. Davy, you take the children's room. I'll head for the theater.

Micky: *nods* Okay.

Davy: Sure.

("Daily Nightly" begins as the three boys head off in different directions. We follow Mike into the theater first. A bright spotlight in the dark theater blinds him as he walks in; he puts up his hand to shade his eyes. The camera follows the light to a lone figure onstage - Sheila, in a long black gown, her long red hair piled on top of her head, singing the song. As she finishes, handmaidens jump out from the seats and the wings, staffs and swords at the ready. Mike pulls out his own broadsword.)

*Micky wanders down the hallway. He peeks in doorways as he passes by them. He does a double-take and goes back to one room. He pushes the door open and finds what looks like Lauren. He makes a face, moving closer to it. It’s a statue, but not a waxwork. He shakes his head and turns and finds Andrew blocking the doorway. He turns back again. Alex now has an arm draped over the statue’s shoulders.*

(Mike pushes the handmaidens back to the main stage as Sheila walks to the orchestra pit. She grabs him and gives him a very, very deep kiss. Her fingers snake up his chest and throat, reaching for his head...)

*Davy goes into the children's room. He makes a once through the room and finds nothing. He shrugs and heads for the door, where he’s cut off by several handmaidens. All hold scarves and move towards Davy.*

*Alex taunts Micky, using the statue, giving Andrew the chance to grab Micky and pull his arms behind his back. Micky struggles. Alex reaches for Micky's throat and takes away his voice.*

*We cut to Davy, who has fought the handmaidens and bound them with their own scarves. He dusts his hands off, grinning.*

(Sheila goes flying into several sheet music stands. Mike growls and puts his sword out to the rest of the handmaidens, indicating that they'll get the same if they try anything else.)

(Andrew nods at Alex and heads out of the room. We hear the haunting organ music play over "Daily Nightly"...)

(Mike smirks at the handmaidens who now lay on the ground with their mistress, whom he has bound with the silk sashes from the stage curtains.)

(The organ music continues, even as "Daily Nightly" ends. Alex now holds Micky, whispering into his ear.)

*Micky continues to struggle, but he's slowing, growing weaker.*

Sheila: (Appears in a rage; she's hopping, as she's still tied up) Damn that White Knight! When I get my hands on him... (grins evilly at Micky and Andrew) Ahhh. Good work. At least you got one of them. Don't struggle, Savage. You're going to go see your dear friend the Bard.

*Micky weakly shakes his head.* :P

Alex: And he's the one I wanted.

Sheila: What do you intend to do with him?

Alex: The short answer: for work and fun.

*Micky's eyes widen a bit.*

Sheila: For both of us. (Sighs) Now, finish him off and take him upstairs. Andrew would love to have another worker in the lab, as long as he knows this one isn't to be a statue, either. We'll find him more desperate starlets of both genders.

Alex: You got it, Milady. *puts his fingers to Micky's temples and rubs; Micky's eyes turn dull* There.

Sheila: I'm going to find some of my girls to untie me. We'll need to do something about the other Guardians. They'll be back, and we need to be ready for them.

Alex: *tries to not laugh* No kidding. *leaves, taking Micky with him*

(Sheila groans and black-lights away as the organ music ends. Cut to Mike and Davy almost literally running into each other in the main hallway.)

Mike: Shit...Davy, have you seen Mick?

Davy: No. You don't think...

Mike: (Puts a hand on his stomach) Yeah, I'm startin' to think that...and now they know that we know. We can't take them on now, with just the two of us. We're gonna need the girls' help, especially Lauren.

Davy: *nods* Yeah. We'll 'ave to come back with them. Maybe use a little subtahfuge. ;)

Mike: Up for a mission?

Davy: Way a'ead of you, mate.

Mike: Come on. (He and Davy head out as the organ music, now fainter, drifts into the main hall and the scene fades...)