(We open in the modern rooms under Shelia's movie-palace quarters. Emma is writing in a notepad when Shelia comes in, bearing orange juice in three glasses. It's the next morning. Emma still wears the cream silk nightgown and robe, and she is still muted.)
Shelia: *evil grin* Breakfast.
(Emma looks up from her writing and glares at Shelia. She scribbles "What do you REALLY want?" in the pad and hands it to Shelia.)
Shelia: *after setting the glasses down* Now, what kind of question is that to ask first thing in the morning? ;) :P
(Emma scribbles "Why won't you give me my voice back...or let Mike do it?" and hands it to Shelia with a scowl.)
Shelia: You'll try to turn him back & away from me.
(Emma furiously scribbles "Do you see a wedding ring on YOUR finger? He's MY husband!" and hands it to Shelia.)
Shelia: But you apparently have yours. *smirks*
(Emma scribbles "Damn right, and I intend to KEEP it...and Mike!" and practically throws it at Shelia.)
Shelia: *shakes her head* No more paper & writing utensils for you. :P
(Emma takes the pad back and writes "This seems to be the only way I can communicate." She then adds thoughtfully "What do you want the women for? You can't seduce US the way you do the boys." She goes on with a smirk "We don't respond the way they do" and hands the pad to Shelia.)
Shelia: No kidding. :P
(Emma sits back in the chair in frustration, playing with the orange juice glass.)
Shelia: I want the women as slaves. You will still bear & raise children, but as slaves & soul collectors.
(Emma puts down the glass and grabs the pad, her eyes wide and angry. She writes furiously "NEVER! I will NEVER raise my child as a slave for YOU, and I won't let the other women, either!" and throws the Pad at Shelia as hard as she can.)
Shelia: That will be a little tough when you have no choice. :P
(She stands and starts to the door, glaring at Shelia as she does. She opens her communicator, hoping it'll pick up Shelia's voice and let the others know where she is.)
Shelia: And where do you think you're going?
(Emma picks up the Pad, scribbles "I'm getting OUT of here, and taking Mike with me, and I don't care if I have to walk across town to do it!" and once again throws it at Shelia and turns to the door.)
Shelia: *smirks* We'll see about that. *a black light envelopes Emma*
(Emma's eyes widen in horror. The pencil falls from her hand.)
Shelia: *she has frozen Emma* Lets see, what should I do with you? We can be having you just trying to walk right out of here. That's no fun. *thinks*
(Emma's wide eyes are angry and terrified.)
Shelia: Hmm... let's see, I think immobility would probably be best. Of course, I won't keep you as a statue. Mike wouldn't like that.
Shelia: How about simple paralysis of the legs? That'll keep you in one place. *smirks as the black light once again envelopes Emma; Emma ends up sitting back on the bed, her legs useless*
(Emma looks at her in horror. She tries to get to her feet, but they collapse out from under her. She struggles back onto the bed.)
Shelia: That should keep you in one place.
(Emma is shaking her head in horror as Second Mike comes in, dressed in a simple Oxford shirt, pants, and boots. He frowns, seeing that Emma is on the verge of tears again.)
Second Mike: What's wrong with Em?
(He picks up the pad and pencil and a stack of books and magazines by the bed and hand them to her.)
Shelia: She tried to leave. I told her that you wouldn't like that.
Second Mike: Here, darlin'. That should cheer you up. (He frowns) Why did she try to leave? Ain't she happy here?
(Emma shakes her head as violently as she can.)
Shelia: *sighs* Apparently not.
Second Mike: (Gently rubs her hand) Darlin', you can't leave here. Milady says she has plans for you, and you need to stay. I'm gonna go out and look for Pete and my double, and Milady's goin' to work, but we'll be back later and make you a nice dinner. Do you like that?
(Emma shakes her head, trying hard not to cry in front of Shelia.)
Shelia: She still needs some time to adjust.
Second Mike: (Brings her the glass of orange juice) Maybe bein' alone today will help her. Let her gather her thoughts.
(Emma nods and drinks it.)
Second Mike: (Strokes her hair and takes the glass) There, there, darlin', don't cry. It'll be all right. Milady knows what she's doin'. She's gonna bring all of us here.
(Emma looks at him with helpless, frightened eyes.)
Second Mike: Come on, honey, I can't leave when you're lookin' sad like that. I want you to be happy.
*Shelia folds her arms.*
Second Mike: Maybe she just needs some sleep. Her legs feel sorta stiff. Mine do, too.
(Emma nods and indicates her legs.)
Shelia: I'll bet that's all she needs. More sleep.
Second Mike: She needs more sleep. Should I put her to sleep, or would you like to, Milady?
Shelia: Be my guest. ;)
(Emma shakes her head again, then indicates her legs.)
(Second Mike ignores her silent intreaties. He goes to the plump young woman and sits by her, gently running his fingers across her forehead and whispering into her ear. There's a soft dark-blue light over her body. Her eyes slowly close, and she falls onto the bed, in a deep slumber. He pulls the soft comforter over her and takes off her glasses, placing them on the bedstand. He takes her communicator off her wrist and hands it to Shelia.)
Second Mike: She left this open.
Shelia: Thank you, my Knight. I'll take care of this for her.
Second Mike: You'll take care of that. (He looks at Emma, whose face is troubled, even in sleep.) I wonder why Em's been so upset lately? It took me forever to get her calmed down last night!
Shelia: *shrugs* I can't imagine what's wrong.
Second Mike: I'm gonna take the MonkeeMobile and look for my double and Pete. I'll meet you back here after work.
Shelia: *nods* That's fine.
Second Mike: I'll see you later, Milady. (He walks out. Shelia goes to the slumbering Emma, an evil smile on her scratched face.)
Shelia: For all your trouble, I leave you with this. *a black light covers Emma's head* Some nightmares ought to do the trick. *the light fades as Shelia leaves the room, smirking*
(Emma's sleeping face contorts in agony, and we fade out on the unfortuante mother-to-be tossing and turning and onto the outside of the old Lux Soap warehouse.)
(Chief Inspector Honeywell and Agent Broderick stand outside with all of Monkees and the remaining girls. Broderick carries a black leather bag.)
Honeywell: Ok, kids, ready to catch Marcovich at his own game?
Valerie: You bet. I don't want him doing to anyone else what he did to Peter and Mike. :p X(
Micky: Yeah!
Peter: And I don't want him giving anyone else amnesia!
Chief Inspector Honeywell: (Hands everyone lab coats) These will allow you easy access to the building. The rest of our men will meet you there.
Daphne: Groovy! Now we can all be mad scientists! ;)
Lauren: *groans* Oh, great... ;) :P
*Micky cackles.* ;)
Davy: I've always wanted to make a love potion! (Grins at Daphne) Want to 'elp me, luv? You could be my first experiment! ;) :X
Daphne: I thought you'd already tried your charms on me. ;)
Peter: Does this mean we can all blow things up like Micky does? :D
Original Mike: No, Peter, you, me, Broderick, 'n Val are recordin' Marcovich's experiments.
Valerie: Micky's bad enough as it is. ;)
Chief Inspector Honeywell: Those who are coming with me to distract the assistants, go with me to the side. Those who are recording will enter from the front.
Broderick: We're going to climb the roof and use the offices above them to record.
Original Mike: As long as it ain't as obvious as those damn cameras!
Chief Inspector Honeywell: I assure you, we have much better techniques and less cumbersome equipment now.
Valerie: (Whispers; to Peter) How about less cumbersome PEOPLE? (Peter puts his hand over his mouth to hide his snort.)
Honeywell: (Starts behind the building) Those of you who are distracting, follow me. The rest of you stay with Broderick. Remember, stealth and speed are vital to our mission, so stay on your toes and (yells this last part) BE QUIET! (He heads off with the others.)
(Broderick leads the group toward the end of the block.)
Broderick: Now, remember, we're all just ordinary lab technicians coming in for our first day's work.
Valerie: Right. *nods*
Broderick: When we get there, we'll go upstairs, find an empty office space with a good vent, and set up shop.
Original Mike: Does this involve a lamp and a long cord?
Broderick: The cord IS fairly long, but there's no lamp. We'll use a stephascope-like instrument to pick up sound waves from the room under us instead.
Original Mike: (As they start up to the labs) We've got to be careful. I've been in that place. Hell, they used me for experimenting on. Marcovich is an evil ass, and his assistant is the Devil incarnate. (Makes a face and mutters) Literally. :p
(Broderick hands a man at the door passes. He frowns, but then shrugs and slides them through a time clock.)
Original Mike: (Smirks) Marcovich must have had that put up after yesterday's great escape. :)
(The front rooms are still a bit dark, but Original Mike makes his way around them, leading the others to a set of stairs.)
Original Mike: Come on. I do remember where the labs were. We'll listen for She...Saunders and Marcovich and use that room to record in. I doubt anyone's in the office at this time of day.
(The group walks up the slightly rusted, dimly lit steps, Peter clutching Valerie.)
Peter: Val, this is spooky! I'm getting some really negative vibes from this place! All those poor animals, locked up in cages... (he looks like he may cry)
Valerie: *nods* It is rather creepy in here...
Original Mike: Oh, a few potted plants, a framed picture here and there, and I'm sure it would make the perfect honeymoon cottage. :p
Broderick: I wouldn't want to be a lab animal in this place, much less a honeymooning couple! :p
(They make their way up to the hallway, which is cleaner and better-lit.)
Valerie: It's starting to look better.
Original Mike: Guess they uses these rooms more.
Broderick: (Nods) Ok, everyone, open up the rooms and check around. See where you get the best reception from downstairs.
(There are four rooms. Each person sticks their head into a room. Peter finally pulls his out, beaming.)
Peter: Hey, guys, I think I hear something!
Original Mike: Groovy, Pete! (The group heads into a pitch-black office. Broderick switches on a light.)
Peter: (Shudders, almost looking sick) Oh, god! This room...it's got REALLY nasty vibes! It's Shelia's office! :(
Broderick: Shelia?
Original Mike: Marcovich's new assistant.
(The office is reletively bare. There's a desk with nothing on top of it but pencils, pens, and writing pads, a bookcase with books on science, classical music, witchcraft, and religion, and several muted, modern photos of war hanging around the room.)
Peter: I don't like it in here. It's really scary, and look at those pictures! They're so violent! :(
Broderick: Shhh! I hear something? (Puts his ear to a heating grate in a corner next to the bookcase) Hand me the bag.
(Valerie hands him the bag. He pulls out a very small tape recorder and sets it up, then proceeds to get tangled in the very long cord.)
Valerie: Oh, goodness. :P
Original Mike: There's more cord than machine! :p
Peter: Let me help with that. (He closes his eyes. There's a faint blue light, and Broderick now holds the tangled cord in his hand.)
Peter: (Blushes) Ooops! I was supposed to UNtangle it for you, not just get it off!
Broderick: I don't know how you did that, but, good job...and watch the blue light. We don't need anyone catching wind that we're up here.
(Broderick just sticks the tangled cord in an electrical outlet next to the door.)
Peter: (Whispers to Valerie) I don't like this place. It's doing something weird to my powers. I think because it's so evil.
Valerie: *nods* I can feel it, too.
Original Mike: (Pulls two small rolls of film out as Broderick now tangles with four sets of earphones) Um, don't you need this for recordin'?
Broderick: (Looks surprised) Oh, yeah, that's right. It helps, doesn't it?
(Original Mike slaps his hand against his forehead and gives the others a pained look. ;) 8-| )
Valerie: Oh, dear...
(Peter snickers. ;) )
Broderick: (Beckons the kids over and hands them all microphones) Ok, folks, let's listen for ANYTHING that would give away what Marcovich is really up to.
(We hear two people's voices underneath them - Shelia and Marcovich. They're joined by a small mew.)
Peter: (Whispered; beams) Aw, a kitty! Maybe he's someone's pet. :)
Valerie: *frowns* Or would have been...
(Cut to the labs, where Marcovich once again has his memory-loss machine machine set up. Shelia is taking a small black kitten out of a cage filled with kittens.)
Marcovich: (Grumbling) The only animals I could get yesterday before the shelter closed were a litter of kittens and a mother cat who had been abandoned there by a local Animal Control company.
Shelia: They'll have to do for now.
Marcovich: The mother did not survive into the morning hours, but the kittens are, as far as I can determine, healthy. Strap that one down and make sure it's looking straight into the machine. Give it the calming drugs, if you must.
Shelia: *nods* Right. *straps the kitten down, positioning its head toward the machine* There. Doesn't seem to need to be calmed.
Marcovich: We will work on the animals and the machine for a few hours. Then I have a meeting at my office upstairs with several men from the KGB and Poland who are interested in using my drugs and machines for their companies.
Marcovich: Now, get out of the way of the machine, Miss Saunders. (Grins) We do not want YOU losing your memory. I have lost enough lab assistants as it is.
(Cut back to upstairs. Peter whimpers, his eyes filling with tears.)
Peter: (Sobs softly) Oh, man, that poor little cat! It won't remember it's mommy or its sisters and brothers or anything! :((
Broderick: Shhh! You'll give us away!
Valerie: *quietly* Awe, Peter... :(
Original Mike: (Puts a hand on his upset friend's shoulder) It'll be ok, Pete. Probably won't hurt the cat none. It's still young.
Peter: But it's a living, breathing creature, Mike, like you and me! It deserves a chance to be happy! :(
Broderick: (Waves at them) Shhhhh! I hear more!
(There an almost insane laugh and the sound of a machine humming and whirring, joined a few seconds later by a rather amused chuckle. This continues for several minutes before gradually dying.)
Marcovich: Now, place it with the rest of its brothers and sisters and see if the cat recalls any of them.
Shelia: *nods* Yes. *unstraps the kitten & takes it back to the cage, setting it inside, surrounded by the others*
(The cat looks around, confused. The other cats put their paws out, trying to play with it, but the kitten just stares at them, not recognizing anything. It backs away to the other end of the cage, it's green eyes totally blank.)
Marcovich: (Crazy laugh again) It's working! It does not seem to recognize the other cats!
Shelia: *smiles evilly* Excellent!
Marcovich: This is a breakthrough! We will have to wait a while to see if the memory returns. Perhaps we will work on some of the drugs with it, too, the ones we did with the young man yesterday. (Frowns) What happened to the young men? You still haven't told me when they will be back.
Shelia: Uh... they'll be back soon.
Marcovich: Are they still separate people?
Shelia: Yes, they are.
Marcovich: WONDERFUL! This is beyond my wildest imagination! I have split a full human...but will it work on all? Bring me that kitten back. I want to see if it will work on another subject.
(Cut back to upstairs. Peter is plainly upset.)
Valerie: This is terrible. :(
Peter: We've GOT to stop them from hurting those poor kittens!
Original Mike: (soft hiss) I will NOT let them split anything else the way they split me! NO creature deserves that kind of agony! X(
Broderick: There's nothing WE can do. Not only can we NOT get downstairs in time, but we'll miss recording...and may risk capture ourselves.
Original Mike: (Sees Peter's horrified expression) There's got to be SOMETHING we can do!
Broderick: (Nods and hands Mike a walky-talky) Get hold of the others. Tell them to make their way towards the back room.
Original Mike: (Nods) Right. Thanks. (Takes the walky-talky and goes over to the far corner of the room)
Original Mike: (Whispers) Honeywell, come in, Honeywell!
Honeywell: Who is this? Agent Broderick, you're supposed to be recording!
Original Mike: This is Michael Nesmith, Chief. We're all upstairs in the office. We're ok and we're recordin', but we don't like what we're hearin'. Marcovich is experimentin' on a bunch of innocent kittens he picked up from the pound. He just erased the memory of one and is about to give it possibly dangerous drugs.
Honeywell: Erased the memory of a kitten?
Original Mike: That's his game, Chief. He's gonna sell the machine to enemy countries and let them use it to brainwash spies and leaders.
Honeywell: We'll be right on it, son.
Original Mike: The lab is in the very back, the largest of a series of small rooms that were probably one big room used for electronics storage when this was still a warehouse.
Honeywell: I'll radio the other men to help. (Cut to Honeywell, Micky, Daphne, Davy, and Lauren as he turns the Walky Talky off. They're in the room with the chair and table where Shelia subdued Mike.)
Honeywell: The first group is upstairs. Marcovich is doing memory experiments on young cats. He apparently intends to sell the machines to our enemies for use in spy networks.
Davy: Now, 'e's pickin' on cats?
Lauren: That's awful!
Daphne: Poor kitties! :(
Micky: Wonder how he'd like it used on him... :P
Davy: 'Ey, Mick, that's a brilliant idea!
Honeywell: What is?
Micky: *beams* Why, thank you! :D
Daphne: (She gets it) We'll go in there and turn the machine on Marcovich!
Lauren: Perfect!
Davy: You're welcome, Mick. Just don't let it go to your head or nuthin'. ;)
Micky: I wouldn't dream of it. ;)
Honeywell: Now, hold on there a minute, kids. What if he tries to turn the machine on US? There's also that assistant you mention. If she's half as nasty as you kids describe her to be, she could hamper our efforts.
Daphne: Lauren 'n me can handle HER. ;) :D
Lauren: Darn right! :D ;)
Daphne: Her sweet-talk doesn't work on women. ;)
Honeywell: If you really think you can handle her, Jones, Dolenz, the rest of my men, and I will handle Marcovich.
Daphne: P-shaw! (Waves a hand dismissively) We've handled her before. She's a pussy cat. ;)
*Lauren just grins.* ;)
Honeywell: I'll radio the men. You go find Marcovich and Saunders. (Hands Micky a walky-talky) Alert me when you find the room.
Micky: You got it!
Davy: I wouldn't 'and 'im a piece of complex machinery. 'E might blow it up. Maybe Lauren should 'ave that. ;)
Micky: *hugs the walkie-talkie* I won't blow it up! :P
Daphne: He might adopt it and give it a home, too. ;)
Honeywell: I'm afraid that's government property, son. I'll need it back later.
Micky: *sticks his tongue out at Daphne & Davy; to Honeywell* I'll give it back... in ONE piece. :P
Honeywell: Good. You kids go on. I'll catch up with you after I call in the other men. (Pulls another walky-talky out of his bag and starts speaking into it) Rogue Leader to Gold One, Rogue Leader to Gold 1....
(The four young people walk through the same dim rooms they did as animals. They finally stop at the door, which, this time, is locked. All four press their ears against it.)
Marcovich: (From behind the door) Is the black cat ready to be split? You've given it the calming drugs?
Shelia: Yes, the cat is ready.
Marcovich: Hand me the needle and we will get ready.
Shelia: Here you go.
Daphne: (Cut to the other side of the door - in horror) We've got to do SOMETHING!
Lauren: And fast!
Davy: 'E's gonna split that poor cat the way 'e split Mike! Someone's got to open the door!
Marcovich: Wot is that I hear? Miss Saunders, would you go check the door? Maybe there are mice and rats there we could experiment on.
Micky: *grins* Allow me! ;)
Davy: Now, don't ovahdo it and tear the whole place apart, Mick!
Micky: *pats Davy's head* Don't worry! ;) *concentrates on the door*
(Daphne giggles - Davy glares at Micky.)
*A dark blue light surrounds the door. When the light fades, the door is gone altogether.*
(Marcovich is staring at the kids from the other side, wide-eyed.)
Micky: See that? No sweat!
Davy: (The other kids' eyes are wide, too) Wow, Mick!
Lauren: Nice trick! ;)
Daphne: Ever tried opening safes that way? ;)
Davy: 'Ey, Daphne, don't encourage 'im! :p
Micky: No, but I'm gonna remember this one! ;)
Marcovich: What are you doing here? I do not remember hiring any of you! (Narrows his eyes) The Asiatic boy and the English boy. I know you. You are ones who help put me in jail years ago.
Micky: Hey, he remembers us! ;)
Marcovich: I will make you suffer now, you little brats! Just the way your tall friend suffered! X( (over his shoulder) Miss Saunders!
Micky: Ha!
Shelia: *glares daggers at the kids* Gladly...
Daphne: Oh no, you don't, pal! (She and Davy grab either of his arms, which launches us into our next romp, "What Am I Doin' Hangin' 'Round?")
(Marcovich finally throws the two kids off and grabs Micky's arms, pulling him to the table.)
(Daphne and Davy hit the wall, both falling unconcious.)
*Lauren goes after Marcovich & leaps at his legs, latching onto them. He trips, landing on his face. Micky does a dramatic twirl & fall, landing right next to Lauren. He grins & gives her a wink.*
(Daphne gets to her feet first, shaking herself. She takes a flying leap at Shelia, knocking the taller woman to the ground.)
(Davy gets on Marcovich's back and starts riding him like a horse.)
*Micky starts cheering on Davy.*
*Lauren also goes after Shelia.*
(Upstairs, Original Mike, Peter, and Valerie hear the commotion, drop their earphones, and run out of the room and downstairs, leaving Broderick recording the romp and the fight.)
(The others burst in as Micky and Davy are attacking Marcovich and Lauren and Daphne are attacking Shelia. Peter and Valerie let the kittens out of the cage. Peter unstraps the cat on the table, cradiling it in his arms. Mike takes a flying leap at Marcovich and knocks him onto the table, pummeling him for all he's worth.)
(He, Micky, and Davy struggle to hold Marcovich onto the table; he's trying to fight as hard as he can.)
Original Mike: (Over the music) Mick, turn him into somethin' or paralyze him! Quick!
Davy: We cahn't 'old 'im for much longah!
Micky: *over the music* Gotcha! *a dark blue light surrounds Marcovich*
*When the light fades, Mike is left holding a lizard.* ;)
(Valerie joins the girls as Daphne finally knocks Shelia across the room, giving her a very nice shiner to add to Lauren's scratches from the day before. ;) :D )
Original Mike: Yuck! (Drops Marcovich on the table)
Peter: He's not very cute. :P
Micky: *grins* I think he's kinda cute... in a slimy sorta way. ;)
Original Mike: (As the music ends) Let's strap him down and figure out how to use that thing!
Micky: Yeah!
Peter: (Cuddles the kitten) The poor kitties are ok now, but they're all frightened to death, especially this little guy. He doesn't know who he is or who is sisters and brothers are. Marcovich took his memory away with a machine. :(
(Daphne, Lauren, and Valerie are still leaned over Shelia, who is finally coming to.)
Micky: *after strapping down the lizard; goes over to Peter* Awe, he's cute. Poor thing.
(Original Mike and Davy run behind the memory-loss machine.)
Original Mike: This is it, guys! This is the one! Now, if I could only remember how to work it....
(how he worked it....)
Valerie: (Grins) I know who'd know. (Nods at Shelia and goes to her, getting on her knees) Hey, Shelia, why don't you do us a favor? ;)
Valerie: If you're a good little devil, we may even put a good word in with the judge.
Shelia: Why would I want to do that? :P
Daphne: You're going to get at least 10 to 20 years for aiding America's enemies! :p :D
Shelia: *sneers* A drop in the bucket. :P
Original Mike: (Grins) How would you like to end up turned into an animal for once, Miss Saunders? I'll be you'd make a nice scorpian. You've got a poisonous enough tongue! :p
Micky: *grins* Not a bad idea... ;)
Daphne: Or, we could muddle her until she tells us how to work the machine. ;)
Shelia: *growls* I still won't tell you. :P
Lauren: I think she wants us to muddle her. ;)
Original Mike: Who gets the honor?
Davy: Why don't Mick do it? ;) :D
Micky: *grins widely* Please oh please oh please?! :D
Lauren: Down, Mick! Alright, go ahead. ;)
Original Mike: He's been a good boy today. I think he deserves some fun. ;) :D
*Micky claps like a little kid, then grins, walking over to Shelia, who just glares.*
Micky: This is gonna be fun! ;)
(Valerie puts her hands firmly on Shelia's shoulders.)
Micky: *gets in Shelia's face; she growls again; his grin widens* It's about time you got a taste of this. *places his finger on her temples & begins to rub*
Original Mike: When she's muddled enough, ask her how you operate this thing. Then we'll turn it on Marcovich and send for Honeywell.
Micky: You got it! *continues to rub; Shelia's eye finally begin to cloud* Ahhh...
Valerie: (Grins) I think it's working, Mick!
Lauren: Well, whadaya know? *grins* :)
Original Mike: (Crows) It's about TIME that bitch knew how it felt! :D
Micky: *as Shelia's eyes completely unfocus* She's all ready! ;)
Valerie: (Into Shelia's ear) How do you work the memory loss machine, Devil Woman?
Daphne: (Picks up some notebooks from another table; flips one open and makes a face) I can't make heads or tails of his notes! They're in Polish! :p
Davy: How do you know?
Daphne: My great-grandmother speaks and writes the language. I've seen her write it before.
Shelia: Two buttons. The red one starts it. Aim it. The blue one starts the memory erasure.
Micky: *makes a face* All this muddling for those easy directions? Whatta gyp! :P ;)
Lauren: *puts a hand on his shoulder* It's okay, Mick.
Original Mike: Here they are! (Turns the two buttons on as Shelia shakes her head to clear it.)
(The machine blasts on Marcovich just as the door opens and Honeywell makes his way in the room with a gun, followed by the rest of his men.)
Honeywell: Ok, Marcovich and Saunders, you're under arrest for...(makes a face as the light fades)...what is THAT?
Original Mike: (comes out from behind the machine) Marcovich's invention. :p
Micky: Lovely contraption, ain't it? :P
Honeywell: (Frowns) Where's Marcovich?
Original Mike: Um, he'll be out in a second. (Quickly hands Micky the lizard and whispers) Take him in the side room and change him back. They can't arrest a lizard! :p
*Micky nods & disappears into the room.*
Agent 1: (He and Valerie bring Shelia to Honeywell) Here's the other one, sir.
Honeywell: So you're the infamous bitch on wheels I've heard so much about. (Eyes her bruised and scratched face) You might want to see the prison doctor about that, miss.
Micky: *from inside the room* All right buddy, come along nice & quiet like. *comes out from the room dragging along a very confused Marcovich*
*Shelia makes a face.* :P
Marcovich: (He is now accent-less) Where am I? Who am I? Who are you? Who's she? What are we doing here? (Looks at his lab coat) Are we working on a science project?
Honeywell: Not anymore. You're under arrest, Marcovich, for kidnapping, doing medical work without a license, and first-degree espionage.
Marcovich: You mean, like, spy stuff? (Grins excitedly) I'm spy? That's wonderful!
Honeywell: What happened to him?
Original Mike: We turned his own machine on him. He has no memory of who he is or how to work those machines...or rebuild them or remake the drugs.
Honeywell: (Makes a face) Now we'll NEVER get the details on this!
Daphne: (Brings the notes) Hope you have a Polish translator.
Peter: (He and Davy bring over the kittens) He was experimenting on these poor kitties, too! (Indicates the black and white one) He totally erased this one's memory!
Honeywell: (Grins at one calico kitten who bats at his glasses) Aw, you're cute, you are. (Glares at Shelia) We CAN, however, get the truth out of YOU, Saunders. You're under arrest for being an accessory to kidnapping and espionage!
(Honeywell hands an agent his gun and takes the calico kitten.)
*Shelia growls slightly.*
Honeywell: I think my wife would like to have you around, cutie. Yes, she would. :X
Agent 2: Let's take 'em away, boys.
Marcovich: Where are we going? Are we going home? (Frowns) Where do I live, anyway?
Agent 2: Right now, pal, you live at the police station.
Shelia: *to Marcovich* Oh, shut up.
Marcovich: Like on television? Wonderful! It sounds exciting! (Agent 2 leads Marcovich out.)
(Another agent reaches for Shelia, but she pulls away.)
Shelia: *grins* Oh, no you don't...
Agent 3: Now come on, honey, come all quiet-like with us, and they'll be no trouble.
Daphne: (Makes a face) She doesn't know the meaning of the words "quiet-like." :p
Lauren: No kidding. :P
(Micky has taken the black kitten from Peter and is playing with it, practically in love with it.)
Micky: Awe, I like this little guy! :) :x
(Peter is playing with two more kittens, and another agent has taken a third.)
Shelia: As truly gut-wrenching as all this is, I must be leaving now. *the black light surrounds her; when it fades, she's gone*
Honeywell: (Looks up from the cat in shock) How did she do that?
Agent 3: Where did she go?
Honeywell: (As the kitten plays with his tie) Someone go find her!
Valerie: (Shakes her head) You won't find her when she doesn't want to be found.
Lauren: Unfortunately. :P
Honeywell: There's still a warrant out for her arrest. We'll have men looking for her as long as we can. She can't hide forever.
Daphne: You obviously don't know her very well. :p
Agent 4: (Cuddling the kitten) My kids would love this little lady! :D
*Micky is lying on his back on the floor, the little kitten seated on his chest. He scratches behind its ears.* :)
(Peter sits on the table, playing with the two kittens.)
Honeywell: What happened to Broderick? Did you get the recording?
Original Mike: He's still recording, as far as I know.
Peter: What are we going to do about the kitties? (Holds up the two kittens in Original Mike's face) Can we keep these, Mike? Please? :X
Original Mike: As much as I hate to say it, Peter, we can't have them at the Pad. Babbit still owns it, and you know how he feels about animals on his property.
Micky: *as Lauren joins in on playing with the kitten* Can we keep him, babe? :)
Lauren: *scratches behind the kitten's ears* Sure... for the twins, right? ;)
Micky: Uh, yeah, right. ;)
Valerie: (Takes the kittens) WE could keep them, though. Chrissy would love to have a pet besides the guard dogs, who aren't the friendliest creatures. And (grins as she joins Peter and a cat pounces on her lap) I have to admit, I rather like them myself. One for Chrissy, one for Peter and me. We'll take it with us when we move into the Montgomery House. :)
Peter: Awww! Thanks, Val! (Throws his arms around her) :X
Valerie: You're welcome, Peter. Call it an early wedding present. :) :X
(A muffled voice interrupts all the love in the room. Broderick literally hops in as everyone is playing with a kitten or watching people play with kittens or sneezing at kittens. His body is wound in the cord, his arms and legs accidentally bound to his sides.)
Broderick: (He's holding the tape recorder in his mouth; Original Mike takes it from him) Got the recording, sir! Marcovich is going to sell a memory-loss machine to our enemy agents, sir!
Honeywell: (Distracted by the cat playing with his tie; looks up at Broderick) Huh? Oh, that's nice. (Goes back to the cat) You're adorable, but I'm going to have to find you some more toys besides my second-best tie. ;) :X
Broderick: Huh? (And we all fade out as he stares, still tangled in wire, at the happy new cat owners. :) )