Original Mike: So, everyone, let's give that poor cat a nice home...and find out what happened to my poor wife. Ready?
Peter: Ready! :)
Micky: You bet!
Lauren: Yeah!
Davy: That kitty's so cute. He deserves a nice home. :)
(We begin in the living room of Micky and Lauren's home. It's a few hours after the arrest of Marcovich and the discovery of the kittens. Micky, Lauren, Peter, and the twins are sitting on the floor, playing with the cat. Davy and Original Mike sit on chairs or the couch. Valerie's voice can be heard in the kitchen, talking to Chief Inspector Honeywell.)
Peter: He's so sweet! (Scratches the kitten's ears) Have you named him yet? :)
Micky: *grins* You bet I did! His name is Onyx. :)
Peter: The twins love him. There's finally someone in the house their size! ;) :D
Lauren: Yeah. For now Onyx can chase them. Pretty soon, they'll be chasing him. ;)
Original Mike: I'm glad all the cats found nice homes. :)
Davy: Poor gits deserved good 'omes aftah what they went through.
Micky: Poor things. :)
Peter: Valerie took the cats to the mansion before we came back here. Chrissy LOVED them! She thought they were just "sooooooooo sweet!" :)
Davy: She loved the twins, too. Couldn't get them away from that girl! ;) :)
Micky: Hey, that's great, though! Another babysitter! ;)
Original Mike: We're gonna have to get the cat some toys other than the babies, though, and a water and food bowl, not to mention some food.
Davy: And 'ere's a 'int, Mick. Chili ain't real cat food. ;)
Micky: It isn't? *makes a face* I'm SO disillusioned! ;)
(Everyone chuckles. The kitten paws at the babies; they squeal and giggle, delighted by their new friend.)
Davy: They love 'em! They probably just think 'e's a funny-lookin' 'uman. ;)
Lauren: A very hairy human. Actually, to the twins, Onyx isn't much different from Mick. ;)
Micky: Hey!?
(Everyone laughs at that as Valerie joins them, shaking her head and sighing.)
Peter: Well? Have they found Shelia?
Davy: And 'ow's Marcovich doin'?
Valerie: I talked to Honeywell...when he wasn't playing with the cat, whom he apparently intends to surprise his wife with. Marcovich's brain is toast. He still can't remember a single thing about who he is or what his plans originally were.
Original Mike: And, for the good of mankind, hopefully never will.
Micky: Right.
Valerie: They rounded up the men he was going to sell the drugs to later, after we'd already left. No, they haven't found Shelia, but I had the feeling you already figured THAT one out. :p
Peter: They haven't found her? Darn! :p
Lauren: And more than likely won't. :P
Davy: That woman is fah too good at 'idin'. :p
Valerie: The lab is being dismantled. The drugs have been destroyed or, if unused, sold back to the legitimate companies he'd bought them from. The memory-loss machine has been dismantled and junked.
Original Mike: Good. No one else needs to be split like I was, even a group of kittens. :p
Valerie: Marcovich is going to a psychiatric ward for treatment...and to see if his memory returns. If it doesn't, he'll be released and given a new identity...and hopefully encouraged to use what's left of his mind for GOOD causes. The evidence is enough to keep a warrant out for Shelia's arrest, but Honeywell told me they couldn't hold Marcovich because he apparently has no memory of anything that occured in his life before Micky turned him back into a human.
Peter: (Grins) Well, that's one case solved! :D
Original Mike: (Far away) Yeah...
Davy: (Makes a face) But only one, Petah. Mike's double and that bitch Shelia are still out there, and they've still got Emma. Daphne said she'd keep an eye out for 'er if she shows up at the Club Fairview again tonight, since she and the Abbies are playing there tonight.
Peter: (Whimpers) Oh, man! What are we going to do?
Original Mike: (Puts a hand on his chest, deeply upset) Em's so scared. I think they did somethin' to her legs earlier - mine felt a little stiff. I felt sorta sleepy, too.
Micky: *makes a face* Oh, man. Should we search out her newest hideout?
Peter: I hope they haven't hurt her! She's a nice girl, she's gonna have a baby, and she makes great bread! :(
Original Mike: (Clentches a fist) She wouldn't hurt Em. Not when Em's got a kid in her.
Valerie: (Makes a face) That's right. She didn't want to hurt Lauren when she was pregnant, either.
Lauren: Yeah, but that's physical. There's nothing to stop Shelia from hurting her in other ways. :P
Davy: Wot do you mean?
Original Mike: (Narrows his eyes) She can't hurt Em physically...but she can scare the hell outta her. :p X(
Micky: Darn right. Like you said, your legs felt stiff, Mike. I'm willing to bet Shelia used paralysis on her. :P
Valerie: She probably tried to run away. :p
Davy: Musta put 'er to sleep, too, like Em did to you earlier, Mike.
Peter: (Whimpers) Do you think she'd try to interfere with our wedding, Val's and mine, like she did Michael's and Emma's? :((
Micky: It's possible. :P
Valerie: I'll have security guards around the entire garden, Mick. If she blue-lights in, they'll know who to throw out...and what to do avoid. :p
Valerie: (Smiles) That reminds me. I'm having a bridal shower at the Club Fairview next week. Peter's been asking for a bachelor party.
Peter: But no beer this time. I don't even REMEMBER Micky and Mike's bachelor party! :p
Lauren: Bachelor party? *makes a face* :P ;)
Valerie: (As Davy rolls his eyes and Mike groans) Trust me, Peter, you're better off not remembering.
Micky: I remember it. :P ;)
Original Mike: Me too, or at least most of it. :p
Davy: I also remembah it, in vivid detail. I still think Mike were cheatin' on the cahds. :p
Original Mike: No way! I was just in rare form that night, that's all! ;)
Micky: Uh huh, sure. :P
Peter: We'll just watch TV or listen to records and play games and eat. No beer. Beer does NOT like me. :p
Valerie: Lauren, you and Daphne are both invited to my bridal shower, as are all the Abbies...and Emma, when we find her.
Lauren: Cool! :)
Original Mike: (Softly) When we find her... (gets up and goes to the French doors overlooking the veranda)
Valerie: Shelia is NOT invited. If she even attempts to make an appearance at this party, I will have every security guard in the place take her and deposit her in the Pacific Ocean...fully clothed. :p
Micky: *nods* Right.
Peter: (Looks up sadly at his best friend) Mike....
Micky: *frowns* Man...
Davy: Let 'im alone, mate. 'E's havin' a very bad time right now. 'E probably needs to sort out 'is thoughts.
Peter: He's so upset without Emma. He loves her so much...and he's missing Black Beauty and the MonkeeMobile, too.
Valerie: Not to mention a whole part of him. He's been so...strange.
Davy: Not as pushy. Guess 'is othah side got that, too.
Micky: Never thought I'd say this, but I miss that about him. :)
Peter: He really wanted to be a father, too, even if he's scared about it. Maybe I SHOULD go talk to him. It might help.
(Peter gets up and goes in the kitchen. Valerie sighs.)
Valerie: If anyone can help that poor man, it's Peter. He's as persuasive as Mike or Micky, but in a different way. People just want to pour their heart out to those huge eyes. (Smiles sheepishly) Including me. I told him things on our first date I'd never told any man before besides my father, even Ronnie.
(Peter puts his arms around Mike's shoulders. Mike leans into him; sobbing is heard.)
Peter: (Gives his hurting friend a one-armed hug) That's ok, Michael. We'll find her again.
(Back to the living room. Valerie joins Micky and Lauren on the floor with the babies and the kitten. Shelly reaches for Valerie's ponytail; Valerie laughs and pushes it behind her.)
Valerie: (Gently touches Shelly's nose) Sorry, Miss Grabby, but you can't have Aunt Valerie's ponytail. (Gives her a stuffed bear) Why don't you play with Pooh instead?
Lauren: *grins* As long as she's got something in her hands, she's happy. :) And I'm happy when it isn't my hair, either. :P
Valerie: She likes mine, too. Maybe it's the color. :p
Davy: 'As she tried for Da's pretty curls yet? I'll bet she finds them real facinatin'. They ain't straight, like Mommy's and Uncle Davy's and Aunt Valerie's and Aunt Daphne's, and they ain't wavy, like Aunt Em's and Uncle Mike's. ;)
Micky: Of course! The first time she got her little hand close enough, she grabbed as much of a fistful as she could manage & gave such a yank... *subconsciously rubs the back of his head* Man, that hurt. :P
Valerie: (Chuckles as the kitten tries to hop into little Micky's lap, but the boy doesn't have enough lap and both almost fall down; Valerie extracts the kitten and rights the baby boy) I wonder what it'll be like when Peter and I have children. We do want them. That's one of the first things we decided when we got engaged. I already have Chrissy and would love to have more, and Peter loves kids.
Davy: 'Ey, Val, 'ow's the Montgomery 'Ouse comin'?
Valerie: Very well, and on schedule. I hired the best restorers in the city. They work on buildings downtown that have been restored. Unfortunatly, they say there isn't much they can do about the damn modern kitchen Shelia put in, but what she redid is in good shape and the rest of the house mostly needs cleaning and reworking. A lot of the woodwork has warped, and it's all dirty as heck.
Davy: Wot's wrong wit' a modern kitchen?
Valerie: (Makes a face) It clashes almost hideously with the rest of the house. She abandoned all of the antiques that came with the house when she sold it. I'm doing what I can to have as many of those as I can get done restored, too.
Valerie: We're having the wedding in the garden at Dad's mansion. Peter and I like to take walks there. Chrissy and her friend Sarah are the flower girls. A friend of mine from the Music Society, Josie, will be the Maid of Honor, and Mike, of course, is Peter's best man. The invitations should be going out in the next few weeks. :)
(The kitten licks Valerie's cheek; she giggles)
Micky: I think Onyx likes you. ;)
(Peter comes back in with Original Mike. The latter looks a little bit better, but still rather worn and very sad.)
Valerie: I like him, too. (Scratches the cat's ears; he purrs) He's a handsome beast, yes, he is. I'm glad we rescued him and his brother and sister Dolly and Bobby from that nasty lab. They're too sweet to be locked up in a cage, having needles jabbed in them! :p :(
Lauren: *grins* Mick keeps forgetting he really got Onyx for the twins. ;)
Peter: Ooh, I wanna hold Onyx! (Takes the kitten from Valerie and rubs his tummy; he purrs even more)
Valerie: Dolly is going to come with us to the Montgomery House. Chrissy likes Bobby. :)
Peter: She should! She only named him after Bobby Sherman, her favorite singer! ;)
Lauren: Awe, how sweet! :) ;)
Peter: I can't wait until we move into the Montgomery House. We'll have a nursery for our kids when we have them and a room of our own and a big room for Chrissy and her friends. The basement is going to be made over as a game room, and the Ballroom will be a recording studio and rehersal space for us. :)
Micky: That'll be groovy! :)
Valerie: We'll hold parties in the ballroom, too. That's the room I have the highest hopes for. It was in a terrible state of disrepair when I bought the house, but it's a gorgeous place. I want it to be a place of happiness again.
Peter: It'll have people in it, not just mice and dust! :D
Original Mike: (Faint Smile) That's great, guys. I'm glad you're happy.
Peter: And we're keeping the wedding small, right, Val?
Valerie: (Nods) Dad was disappointed. He says a girl of my standing should have a huge affair with thousands of people and lots of flowers and food and the best music in the business.
Peter: You should have seen Val! She told him what's what! She said we wanted a small party for just our family and a few friends, and we already HAD the best band in the buisness! :D
Original Mike: (Smiles, but his heart isn't in it) Damn right!
Micky: Alright, Val! :)
Valerie: I'll get a simple dress from one of the little boutiques on Rodeo Drive. (Looks herself over) I'd look like an overgrown Barbie doll in one of those poofy, frilly things! (Grins) I DID let Chris and Sarah have the poofy gowns of their dreams, though. I figure this may be the last time I SEE either of them in a poofy dress until their prom. ;) :D
Peter: You picked out cute dresses for them, Val! :)
Valerie: Chrissy wants the cats to be in the ceremony, too. Don't know how we'll pull that off.
Peter: (Cuddles Onyx) We'll figure something out. :)
Lauren: Should be interesting. ;) :)
Peter: (Grins) I can't wait until June!
Valerie: You say that now. ;)
Peter: I'll keep saying it! It took me long enough just TO say it to you! :D
Valerie: I'm glad you did, Peter. You're a truly wonderful man. (Grins) You all know that I wasn't fooled by those disguises at my debutante party. I knew darn well who the tailor, the boat captain, and the broker were! (Grins) I just thought you guys were too darn funny! ;) :)) I knew it was you guys when you got the best of Ronnie, too. ;)
Peter: Got the best of Ronnie?
Original Mike: (Eyes widen) Um, long story, Pete.
Peter: How did you meet Ronnie, anyway, Valerie?
Valerie: His father and my father are drinking buddies and business associates. His family owns a chain of banks, and Dad had the idea of having some of the Farnsworth Trusts in his grocery stores to make it easier for people to pick up money for shopping.
Original Mike: (Raises his eyebrows) Farnsworth Trust? That's Em's and my bank! That's where our account to buy the Pad is!
Davy: Wow, there's Farnsworth Trusts all ovah the San Fernando Valley!
Valerie: And all over the country. Ronnie is the consumate snob. He takes after his mother, whom you may have heard of, the socialite Tiffy Farnsworth. They both pretend to know far more about the upper classes than they actually do. :p
Valerie: His father, Barry Farnsworth, is ok. He gets lecherous when he's drunk, though. :p
Original Mike: (Does his imitation of Ronnie at the outdoor art gallery) "Arrrrrttt, Valllerie, arrrttt."
Valerie: (Giggles) Not bad, Mike. He really doesn't know anything about modern art...or any kind of art. :p
Micky: That was a pretty good imitation. ;)
Valerie: Ronnie tries too hard to be hip, but he's really as square as they come.
Original Mike: (Grins a little) Thanks, Mick. That guy got on my nerves, actin' like he knew everything about art when the only thing that interested him was really part of the plumbin'. ;)
Valerie: And I know he lied to you, Mick. He HATES children. He barely tolarated Chrissy. They eventually stayed away from each other by mutual consent.
Micky: That isn't awfully surprising. :P
Valerie: He knows nothing about any liquor stronger than fruit punch, either. The only grapes he was born to were the raisins on his silver spoons. :p
Peter: He should have done what you told me to do and just been himself! :)
Valerie: I know what he's like, Peter. He's a crashing bore, whether or not he's trying to be "hip." He's an only child and is used to getting his way in everything and to being around Mommy and Daddy and not other children his age. I don't think he had much of a childhood. He doesn't know how to be anything BUT square. I think he's been in his parents' fuddy-duddy entourage all his life. :p
Original Mike: I wonder if maybe we maybe we should go back to the Pad.
Peter: (Nods) I've got college classes tomorrow.
Davy: And I'm going to an audition for a pirate musical that's openin' this fall. :)
Peter: I 'ope you get the part, Davy!
Micky: *elbows Davy* Break a leg, man. ;)
Davy: Thanks, guys. It's just a featured paht, but I thought I could use it as a steppin' stone to biggah things, you know? :)
Valerie: I promised Chrissy I'd finish that card game that was interrupted yesterday. :)
Original Mike: When you're rich and famous, will you remember us, Dave?
Davy: Of course I will (grins wickedly) Martin.
Original Mike: (Grins) Mike! ;)
*Micky laughs.* :D
(Valerie and Peter laugh, too. Peter lets the kitten run back to it's two infant owners.)
Peter: Will you guys be ok with just the two of you and the kitten to watch the kids?
Davy: Yeah, man, Shelia and the othah Mike are still out there.
Micky: *nods; waves it off* Yeah, we'll be fine.
Original Mike: (Puts his hand on Micky's shoulder) Mick, if you run into ANY trouble or Shelia or my double show up here, call Peter or Davy as fast as you can on the phone or the communicators. My double has my communicator.
Micky: *nods* I will, Mike.
Peter: We'll call you guys if we need help, too!
Valerie: I'll be fine at the mansion, and I only have a few meetings with the Malibu Civic Society and the Los Angelas County Historical Society tomorrow.
Davy: Daph should be fine wit' the girls. I doubt they'd try anythin' around 'er roommates.
Original Mike: Ok, guys. Have a great night. (Runs his hands over his black hair) I need a shower and a shave.
Peter: Maybe that'll make you feel better.
Valerie: Couldn't hurt. :) (The trio walk out together)
Davy: (Sighs; to Micky and Lauren) 'E needs more than a showah and a shave. 'E needs 'is wife and bloody guitar back. :p
Micky: No kidding, man. :P
Davy: Not to mention to be made whole again.
Lauren: Goes without saying.
Davy: You guys sure you'll be all right 'ere?
Micky: Yeah, Dave. Hey, I'm here, ain't I? ;)
Lauren: I'm in big trouble. ;)
Davy: (Nearly falls over laughing) Right there, luv! ;) :))
Micky: Hey? :P ;)
Davy: (Sees Micky pick up a pillow and aim) Um, I think I 'ere them 'onkin'. I'd bettah get goin'. (Runs out of the living room just in time to avoid being hit in the chest with a pillow ;) )
Micky: *gets up & jogs to the doorway* You'd better run as fast as those little legs can carry you! ;)
Davy: (From outside) You'd bettah BELIEVE I am, oh mighty Panthah Man! ;)
Lauren: *chuckles* Oh, brother. ;)
(There's the sound of a car pulling out of the driveway, and Valerie's sporty little blue car heads down the street.)
*Cut to the front of Shelia's movie theater hide-out. Shelia returns to the theater, very angry. She's muttering as she walks through the building, headed downstairs.*
(Emma is downstairs in the room, now awake, her head in her hands. She is pale and haggard. She finally takes a book to read.)
*Shelia reaches the basement & stops in the doorway of Emma's room. She merely stands there, glaring.*
(Emma looks up and does some glaring of her own at first...but then grins a little when she sees her face. She reaches for a pad, writes "Nice shiner," and tosses it into her arms with a smirk. ;) )
*Shelia drops the pad, her eyes widening with fury. Her hands ball up into fists at her sides. If she was capable of blowing smoke out her ears, she would be.* ;)
(Emma puts a hand over her mouth to cover her widening grin - she'd be laughing if she could make noise. ;) :)) )
Shelia: *growls* Damn you all! I had the perfect plan, and now it's almost all but ruined! *smirks slightly* The only good part is I still have my Knight.
(Emma narrows her eyes and shakes her head.)
Shelia: I'm sorry. You still don't like that, do you? *smirk widens*
(Emma pulls out another pad and a pen and writes "Who gave you the shiner? Got caught in a bar brawl?" and tosses it at Shelia. She glares at her, clenching her own fists.)
Shelia: *glares again* None of you business. :P
(Emma reaches for the second pad and writes "You don't have Mike! He's still in love with ME - and there's the others, too. They'll come after both of us!" and hands it to Shelia. She tries to get up again, but her legs remain parlyzed, and she collapses in a heap on the floor.)
Shelia: Too bad they don't know where you are. *smirks* Ah, but my Knight will listen to me. I have ways of making him listen. ;)
(Emma reaches for the pad and the pen and writes "He hasn't listened to you yet! He LOVES me! He'd never go with you! And the others WILL find this place! I know it!" She smirks and adds "Did Mick or one of the girls give you that shiner? I'm sure Lauren or Daphne would be more than happy to add a second one to your collection." ;) She tosses the Pad to Shelia.)
Shelia: *swats the pad away* Enough of this. After the day I've had, I could use a little entertainment... ;)
(Emma's eyes widen and she takes the pad again. She writes shakily "What do you mean?" and hands it to Shelia. :o )
Shelia: *tosses it on the bed* Oh, let's see. I could paralyze your hands, so you wouldn't be able to write those stupid little notes anymore. Or I could blind you, or take away your hearing. There's so many ways I could amuse myself. >:)
(Emma shakes her head and writes again "No! Mike would know, and he'd get angry! He wouldn't let you!" and throws it at Shelia as hard as she can. She tries to pull herself away from the angry Devil, but finally runs into the bed with nowhere else to go.)
Shelia: *makes the notepad stop in midair* Don't test me! X-( I'll do whatever I WANT with you.
(Emma shakes her head, her face horrified, her eyes tearing up once again.)
Shelia: *glares* Oh, stop that! Now, I have to decide what I want to do to you...
(Emma gulps, her eyes as wide as they can go and tears spilling down her round cheeks. She wipes them furiously.)
Shelia: *pondering out loud* Paralyzed hands would be too noticeable. Loss of hearing would be fun, but also too noticeable. I think... yes, I think I'll go with blindness. I think that would make me happiest. >:)
(Emma makes a face and writes "Fine. I'm half-blind as it is. My eyes are terrible." :p )
Shelia: *glares again* Sure, take away my fun. :P
(Emma nods with a satisfied smirk. :D )
Shelia: But I'll do it, anyway. :P
(Emma makes a face and tries to pull away again.)
Shelia: Oh, no you don't... *the black light surrounds Emma's head*
(When it subsides, Emma blinks, tears still in her now-sightless eyes. She takes off her glasses and puts them back on. She tries to struggle to her legs, but falls.)
Shelia: *smiles evilly* I'm feeling a little better already.
(Emma looks in Shelia's direction, angry. She gropes for the nearest thing she can get her hands on - the pad - and throws it in the direction of Shelia's voice.)
Shelia: *once again swats the pad away* You were so close. :P
(Emma angrily touches her throat again and indicates her legs.)
Shelia: You seriously think I'm going to give you back the use of your legs & voice? What kind of devil would I be if I did that? :P
(Emma angrily throws the pencil at her as Second Mike enters the room.)
Shelia: Another good throw. ;) :P
Second Mike: (Eyes widen) Darlin', what kind of greetin' was that?
(Emma turns her face in the general direction of Mike's voice, still crying.)
Second Mike: Em, what's wrong? (Goes to her and helps her back onto the bed) Em? (Waves his hand in front of her face - she doesn't blink) Oh, man, Em, what's wrong?
(Emma touches his face, running her fingers gently over it, then throws herself into his arms. Second Mike glares at Shelia.)
Second Mike: What did you do to her now?
Shelia: She brought it on herself. I took her sight away. X-(
Second Mike: Whyd'ya do that? Ain't like she can see all that well, anyway. Those glasses are Coke-bottle thick and built like tanks. :p
Shelia: She made me mad. Well, madder than I was when I came in. X-(
(Emma indicates her throat again.)
Second Mike: Darlin', I've told you. I can't give you back your voice. I'd like to, but Milady said no.
(Emma burries her face in his chest, sobbing.)
Second Mike: (Puts his hands around her) It'll be all right, darlin'. I'll help you.
*Shelia quirks an eyebrow.*
Second Mike: (To Shelia; finally notices her face) What the HELL happened to you?
Second Mike: (Grins) I like the eye. Get that downtown in a bar? ;)
Shelia: THEY happened. THAT'S why I'm mad. :P X-(
(Emma smirks a little. ;) )
Second Mike: They who?
Shelia: *sneers* Your friends.
(Emma nods.)
Second Mike: The others did that to YOU? Why on EARTH did they do THAT? And why ain't you at work? Marcovich is gonna be pissed when he sees you like that...and late, too! :p
(Emma lays her head on his chest. He strokes her hair, kissing it and her forehead gently.)
Shelia: Because most of my plans are ruined! Marcovich is gone as far as I'm concerned. All because of THEM! X-( *sees what they're doing* STOP that! :P
Second Mike: What do you mean, Marcovich is gone? And why should I stop? Em's my wife, and she's upset!
(Emma nods under Second Mike's hand.)
Shelia: Your friends used his own machine on him & erased his mind! *pauses* Don't make me muddle you. :P
Second Mike: (Emma holds him close to her) Used his own machine on him? You mean, the memory machine he was workin' on?
Shelia: Yes.
(Second Mike finally pulls Emma away, but continues stroking her long, loose curls.)
Second Mike: It'll be ok, darlin'. (To Shelia) I guess Marcovich don't have a memory anymore, then. What are you going to do now?
(Emma reaches for Mike again, but he stops her, and just strokes her hair and face.)
Second Mike: Darlin', Milady's mad enough. Let's not get her madder. Don't know what she'd do to us.
Shelia: Looks like I'll have to use you to get the others.
(Emma reaches for his arm and takes it comfortingly.)
Second Mike: Maybe Em's hungry. I'll get her somethin' to eat.
(Emma shakes her head and clings to Second Mike.)
Shelia: Yes, do that.
Second Mike: Yes, I'll do that. Then, I'll come back and help you make a plan to get the others. (He walks out of the room. Emma's head is turned in his general direction, even after he's left.)
(Emma puts up her fists angrily - she's not thinking about anything but unleashing her own anger, even if she can't see her tormentor.)
Shelia: *laughs* Oh, you MUST be joking.
(Emma makes a face and sticks her tongue out in Shelia's general direction. She tosses her head, indicating the general direction of the door.)
Shelia: I'd like to see you try. :P
(Emma tries once more to escape, but her legs collaspe again. Shelia leans over and grabs her by her hair.)
Shelia: *growls* You should have learned by now, you're NOT getting away. Not this time! >:) X-(
(Emma tries to aim a fist in Shelia's general direction, but she can't see her tormentor and keeps missing her.)
Shelia: *laughs again* Oh, this DOES amuse me. :P
Shelia: I think I'll amuse myself some more. Mike seemed awfully interested in your pretty face and hair. What can I do about that? *thinks*
(Emma shakes her head, trying to pull away from Shelia, but she has tight hold of her hair. She finally lands a punch on Shelia's left cheek.)
Shelia: *eyes gleam with anger* THAT does it! *a black light once again surrounds Emma's head*
(Second Mike walks in with sandwiches and milk as the light covers Emma's head. His eyes widen.)
*When the light clears, Emma's hair is replaced by what looks like a string mop & her face now resembles Shelia's, in that it's covered with grazes & such.*
Shelia: MUCH better! >:)
Second Mike: What did you DO to her? (Drops the tray on the table and takes the sobbing girl in his arms) Oh, darlin', she's upset you again....
(Emma sticks her tongue out in Shelia's general direction.)
Shelia: *rolls her eyes* Oh, please. :P
Second Mike: Leave her alone. We've got to get the others.
(Emma shakes her head, but Shelia glares at her.)
Shelia: Yes, we ARE getting the others. :P
(Emma shakes her head again, but Mike's are glazing over.)
Second Mike: Yes, we will get the others.
Shelia: Very good. *smiles evilly*
(Emma reaches up to him and touches his face, then her throat, but he just shakes his head and carries her gently to the table.)
Second Mike: Darlin', you've gotta stop askin' me about your voice. What Milady says, goes!
Shelia: *mutters* Or else... :P
Second Mike: (Sits at the other chair and hands Emma a sandwich) Here, darlin'. I don't know how your face and hair got all like that. Ain't so pretty anymore, but I kinda like it. New look for you.
(Emma takes the sandwich and bites it, but her eyes are tearing over once more.)
*Shelia glares at the pair.*
Second Mike: (To Shelia) It shoudn't be hard to get my double somewheres. We've got his wife, his favorite guitar, his communicator, and his car. Gettin' the others won't be so easy.
Shelia: If we can get your double back first, that will make getting the others a little bit easier.
Second Mike: He'll come for her...and they'll come for both of them. Maybe we could somehow get the women first. Lauren is Em's best pal.
(Emma looks up in the general direction of their voices, her face angry.)
Shelia: *nods* Yes... I like that. The men would want any harm to befall the women. *smirks*
Second Mike: The Club Fairview after hours. The Abbies are already there. We could use my communicator to call the women, then get my double there.
Shelia: Good. Yes, do that.
Second Mike: That part of town is kinda quiet after dark. We could blue-light in and catch Daphne before she leaves, call my double there, and bring in the other women. The men will follow them.
Shelia: Perfect. *smiles evilly*
(Emma reaches across to Mike, grabbing hold of his arm and shaking her head.)
Second Mike: Darlin', I'm doin' this for you! You'll have people to be with durin' the day when I'm workin' on cars or sellin' my songs. We'll have the band here, and I'll finally get that damn double of mine out of the way. (Makes a face)
(Emma frowns at the word "double.")
Second Mike: We'll play for you again, darlin'. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Maybe I'd restore your voice, so you could sing with us.
(Emma shakes her head eagerly and nods, touching her throat.)
*Shelia glares at Mike.*
Second Mike: I can't do it now, though. After we have the others.
Second Mike: (To Shelia) Do you wanna call my double, or should I? The Abbies will be at the Club Fairview in a few hours.
Second Mike: And how are we gonna get Daphne? She's got a temper like a mountain lion!
(Emma takes Second Mike's arms firmly, trying to keep him from leaving.)
Shelia: *smirks* Perhaps you should call your double. *growls* I can get Daphne. *makes a face* X-(
Second Mike: (Smirks) He ought to be good and shaken up by now. He's scared as hell for Em, the MonkeeMobile, and Black Beauty. ;)
Shelia: Then it should be easy to get him to come. ;)
(Emma gropes for his wrist, trying to get his communicator.)
Second Mike: Darlin', just let me do this. I'll get rid of him, and I'll have you all to myself. He ain't right for you. He's a chicken and a baby. :p
(He pulls Emma's hand off his communicator and opens it.)
Second Mike: Hello?
Peter: (Over the communicator) Hello? M....Michael? Is that you?
Second Mike: (Makes a face) It's the other Michael, dummy. Get him now.
Peter: (Wails) You don't have to be mean! :((
*Shelia smirks.*
(Emma makes a face at Second Mike's treatment of Peter.)
Peter: I'll get him, but don't be a meanie! He's really upset! :( (A few moments later, Original Mike's voice is heard loud and clear)
Original Mike: You didn't have to scare Peter like that. He didn't do nuthin' to you.
Second Mike: He did somethin' to Milady.
Original Mike: What do you want?
Second Mike: Meet me at the Club Fairview after closing. Blue-light it over - the place will be locked.
Original Mike: Why should I do that?
Second Mike: Oh, I just still have my wife, my car, and my guitar here, and you have the strange idea that those things are YOURS.
(Emma just looks confused.)
*Shelia continue to smirk.*
Original Mike: They're ours! We're the same person!
Second Mike: We won't be after tonight. Meet me at the Club Fairview. ALONE. If I see you with any of the other guys, you're a dead man.
Peter: (Fainter) Michael, NO! Don't listen to him! Don't go!
Second Mike: Or are you too much of a chicken to even try to save your beloved wife?
Original Mike: (Grounds out) I'll be there. Just don't hurt her.
Second Mike: Do that, (smirks) shotgun. (Flips the communicator closed) Ok, I did my part. He'll be comin' tonight. You do yours.
(Emma shakes her head again and takes Mike's arms, trying to keep Mike from leaving and hurting the others.)
Second Mike: It'll be ok, honey. We just got somethin' to do tonight. We'll get you some friends.
(Emma frowns deeply and unhappily.)
Shelia: *nods* I'll do mine later tonight. I'll get her after the Abbies perform. >:) ;)
Second Mike: She's scared, Shelia. What will I do with her until tonight?
(Emma takes tighter hold of Mike's arms.)
Shelia: *shrugs* Whatever you wish. Just keep her from bothering me. I've had a bad enough day as it is. *starts for the door*
(Emma tries to stand again to stop Shelia, but she falls. Second Mike gathers her in his arms.)
Second Mike: You can't keep doin' that, darlin'. It ain't good for the baby. Why don't I take you and give you a bath? Maybe your hair would look better if I washed it.
(Emma makes a face and shakes her head, then indicates her legs.)
*Shelia makes gagging noises as she finally leaves the room.* ;)
Second Mike: It's not like I ain't seen...those parts before, darlin'. Wouldn't be havin' a kid if I hadn't. ;)
(Emma rolls her sightless eyes.)
Second Mike: Come on, darlin'. Let's take you to the bathroom...(carries her out of the open door)
(Fade into the Pad. Original Mike is trying to comfort Peter, who is upset. It's directly after Second Mike's message.)
Original Mike: Pete, it'll be ok. I'll talk to him tonight.
Peter: But he's so mean!
Original Mike: I've gotta call the others. There's somethin' wrong here. I can sense it.
Peter: (Frowns and wipes his eyes) How?
Original Mike: (Shrugs) I'm not sure. I just...know. It's instinctive. (Turns on Peter's pocket communicator and pushes a few buttons. He gets Micky's face on the screen)
Original Mike: Mick? Mick, come in, Mick!
Micky: Hey, man, what's up?
Original Mike: (Makes a face) I just heard from my double. He wants me at the Club Fairview after the joint closes tonight, and alone. He has Em, the MonkeeMobile, and Black Beauty. :p
Micky: Well, you're not going alone! :P
Peter: Please, Micky, tell him not to!
Original Mike: I know better than that by now. I'm gonna need back-up. You guys will have to hide someplace.
Micky: No problem, Mike.
Micky: So what's the plan?
Micky: *grins* Hide & pounce? ;)
Original Mike: I don't know. We've got to be careful. I don't think he'd hurt Em, but lord only knows what Shelia might try...and I'm sure her royal Devilness isn't far behind him. :p
Micky: *makes a face* I'll bet. :P
Peter: He says he and Mike are two people! :(
Original Mike: He's still got it in his head that we're two different people. We ain't.
Micky: Shelia must be feeding that to him. :P
Original Mike: Probably so she can finally have a White Knight to control...and get back at Em, too.
Micky: *nods* That sounds about right.
Original Mike: I'm not sure what the plan is. We've just got to stop her from hurtin' Em...or anyone else.
Micky: Yeah. Well, I'm all for hide & pounce. ;) If we can pull it off, we'll do that. Otherwise, we'll take it easy.
Original Mike: I guess that sounds ok.
Peter: Michael, what's wrong? You've always got a plan!
Original Mike: I can't think of one to save my life, buddy. Mick, bring Lauren, and get a hold of Davy and Daphne. I'll have Pete get Val.
Micky: You got it, Mike.
Original Mike: We'll meet tonight right after Alexandra and Pat lock the Fairview's doors for the night.
Micky: *nods* We'll be there.
Peter: I'll call Valerie. I hope she can help! :o
Original Mike: Thanks, Mick. See you then. (Shuts off the communicator)
Peter: Please be careful in there, Michael! Who knows WHAT that Devil Woman and your double will try to do to you! :o
Original Mike: (Smiles at his friend) I'll be ok. (His eyes grow concerned) I'm worried about Em, though. My eyes have been blurry all afternoon.
Peter: Do you think she may have blinded her?
Original Mike: Probably. I know Em. Bet she pissed Shelia off somehow. :p
Peter: Poor Emma! :(
Original Mike: I'm so worried. I hope we can get her back.
Peter: I know we can, Michael!
Original Mike: (Smiles) Really, Pete?
Peter: (City-lighting grin) Really!
(We fade out on Peter hugging Original Mike with the light from the window shining down on them and in on the Club Fairview. It's after dark. Original Mike stands in the dark main room alone, looking around, rubbing his arms.)
Original Mike: (To Himself) Ok, Shelia-poo, where's you and me? (Makes a face) Boy, does that sound weird. (Sighs) How do we get ourselves into these things, anyway? Hello? Anybody home?
(Suddenly, there's a light on the stage. The spotlight shows a single man in a fancy suit, carrying a black guitar - Second Mike. He plays "Salesman," grinning and smirking at his double.)
Second Mike: (After he finishes) What do you think, Double? Better than you ever did. I'm not afraid to try, or to reach for the spotlight.
Original Mike: That was a nice entrance, asshole. (Makes a face) Why don't you just give Em and Black Beauty back to me and get back into my body, where you belong? You've made enough trouble.
Second Mike: Why would I wanna do THAT? You're a weak pansy. I'm my own man now.
Original Mike: No, you're not. You're me.
Second Mike: I'm not afraid.
Original Mike: Look, we like the same things, don't we? You like music, right, and cars, and...Em? And you want to be a father just as much as I do.
Second Mike: Well, yes, but....
Original Mike: (Gets onstage) You're a part of me. You let Shelia talk you into thinkin' you ain't.
(Shelia steps out from behind the stage curtain, not a happy camper.)
Original Mike: (Gasps) Shelia! Where's Em? Please, bring her back!
Shelia: Well, well, well...
Second Mike: (Draws back) No....Em's my wife...
Shelia: He's right. *smirks*
Original Mike: She's OUR wife.
Shelia: *to Second Mike* He's wrong! She's YOUR wife!
Second Mike: She...she's my wife....I love her....I'm not afraid I'll lose her....
Original Mike: NO! Don't listen to her!
Shelia: *glares at Original Mike* Yes, he'll listen to me. Matter of fact, I think you'll listen, too. Seems I found another one of your friends on our way in... ;)
(Second Mike closes his eyes. Black Beauty disappears and reappears in a clear case, along with what looks like a set of keys.)
Second Mike: The guitar and the keys to that big-ass machine of yours are now sealed in unbreakable crystal. I'll take them out when you come with us.
Original Mike: (Frowns) What do you mean?
Second Mike: Should we bring our surprise, Shelia? He won't be so cocky when he finds out what we've got! ;)
Original Mike: What did you do, asshole?
Shelia: *nods* I think it's time. ;)
Original Mike: And where's Em?
Second Mike: (Puts up a hand) All in good time, man.
Shelia: *holds out her hands; the black light appears, when it disappears, it leaves behind a silky black kitten; grins* No, this isn't one of those kittens you took away from me earlier. Seems Daphne couldn't quite get away from me fast enough. *smirks*
(There's two growls - one from across the room, and one coming out of Original Mike)
Original Mike: Change her back! Davy's gonna tear you apart when he finds out!
Shelia: I'd like to see him try. :P
(The kitten scratches as hard as she can at Shelia's stockinged legs.)
Shelia: *hisses at the kitten* Knock it off, or I'll paralyze you! :P
Original Mike: Let her and Em go, Shelia!
Shelia: You don't get it, do you? I'm not giving up anyone!
(Second Mike scoops up the little black kitten. He winds his tie around her body until she can no longer move. She tries to bite his fingers.)
Second Mike: She's kinda cute. Give me your scarf, Milady.
Original Mike: Leave her alone!
Shelia: *nods & hands over the scarf* Here you go.
(There's a hiss from across the room - Original Mike covers it by growling again.)
(Second Mike binds Daphne's jaws tightly, keeping her from biting him. He hands her to Shelia.)
Shelia: That is much better. >:)
Second Mike: You keep an eye on Miss Temper Tantrum. I'll handle the nerd here.
Shelia: Gladly.
Original Mike: What do I have to do to get you to let her and Em go?
Second Mike: Come with us.
Original Mike: No.
(There's scuffling across the room. Daphne's eyes travel across the room, anger mixed with hope.)
Second Mike: No? You wanna see Em again, right?
Original Mike: I'm not doin' another thing until I see Em again, unharmed, the way she was the last time I saw her.
Second Mike: You'll try to take her.
Original Mike: Not while you guys have Daphne and outnumber me.
Second Mike: I don't want her hurt. (Looks at Shelia) Should we bring her here?
Shelia: *sighs* If it gets him to come with us... X-(
Original Mike: Look at you! You're pathetic! You have to turn to her for every little thing! You ain't free, man!
Second Mike: I feel a lot freer than I ever have! She took me away from all that fear and constant worryin'! I don't do that no more! I know I'm gonna sell my songs. I know I'm gonna be a good father!
Original Mike: At least I can think for myself! I don't have to rely on some Devil bitch to do everything for me!
*Shelia makes a face, but another black light appears. When it dissipates, it leaves Emma standing, though she is frozen.*
Shelia: I'll unfreeze her once you come with us.
Original Mike: Em! What have you done to her? (Goes to her, but Second Mike and Shelia block him)
Second Mike: Come with us. We'll make you happy. We'll take away your worries, let you make all the music you want...and have all the time to be with Emma and your child.
Shelia: It's a rather simple choice.
Original Mike: (Roars angrily) NO! NO! I ain't givin' up my life to go with you!!!!! NEVER!!!!!!! (But as he roars, there's a dark blue light. When it subsides, an wolf stands in his place...and this wolf is full-grown.)
Second Mike: How did he do....
Shelia: *eyes widen* What the...?!
Second Mike: (He, too, concentrates, also angry. There's another dark blue light, and he, too, turns into a grown wolf. The second wolf jumps on the first, sending the two crashing into the dance floor.)
*Shelia rolls her eyes.* :P
(The two wolves paw and bite at each other, growling angrily.)
(The first wolf finally pushes the second off of him and runs up to the stage again. He runs under Shelia's legs, tugging at the Devil Woman's sleek, fashionable dress.)
Shelia: Watch it, you mongrel! :P
(The second wolf paws Shelia and indicates Daphne, whom she still holds. The first wolf jumps on him again, and they wrestle.)
Shelia: Oh, good grief! *she watches the two wrestle*
(The wolves continue wrestling, knocking over guitars and the drumset as they do.)
*There's a muted dark blue light behind Shelia. When the light disappears, it leaves a panther, cheetah, lionness, minx, yellow lab (Peter), & tigress (Valerie). The panther goes up behind Shelia & swipes at the back of her legs. Shelia screams & nearly falls over.* ;)
*As "Tapioca Tundra" starts the romp, the panther saunters around Shelia, nudging her with his nose.* ;)
(Shelia drops the now-lioness. The cheetah tugs off her bindings. She gets to her feet and licks him.)
*The minx just shakes her head & dives for Shelia's legs as she tries to stand again. The panther sticks his tongue out at the minx.*
(The lioness and the cheetah are on top of each other, licking each other. ;) :X ))
(The first wolf breaks from the second one and runs under Shelia's legs, trying to help the minx get Shelia down.)
(The tigress has to literally drag the shaking puppy to the fray.)
*Shelia spins around, but keeps her balance. The panther shakes his head & jumps up on the stage. He gets a running start & leaps straight at the Devil Woman, knocking her flat on her back.*
(The second wolf lets out a growl and starts towards the others, but the tigress and - more timidly - the puppy confront him.)
*The panther takes a few swipes at Shelia's face before he gets knocked out of the way by the minx, who takes over the swiping.* ;)
(The tigress leaps on the second wolf, tearing at his back...but both wolves let out a screech. The puppy nips at the second wolf's heels.)
*The panther returns & does the same to the minx, who glares at him.* ;)
(The first wolf lays triumphantly on Shelia's legs, grinning. ;) :D ))
(The second wolf takes the puppy by the scruff of the neck and runs towards the back of the stage. The first wolf and the tigress follow him.)
*Both the panther & the minx are now lying across practically the rest of Shelia's body.* ;)
(The lionness and the cheetah finally stop licking each other affectionately and join the others laying on Shelia. The lionness grabs at her hair and tugs.)
*The minx nods. The panther just shakes his head.*
(The second wolf comes back out onto the stage, still holding the puppy. The tigress and the first wolf follow. There's a dark blue light as the music ends. Both Mikes are panting and tired...and quite human. Second Mike holds the still-dog Peter by the scruff of his neck.)
Original Mike: Let him go!
Second Mike: (Squeezes Peter - he howls) Well, isn't he cute? What can I do to this playful little pup? He's awful scared.
(The tigress angrily takes a swipe at his legs. He drops the shaking puppy on the stage and grabs his leg.)
Second Mike: You...you little bitch....
Original Mike: No! She was just helpin' Pete! She loves him! They're gonna get married!
(The tigress licks the puppy, who continues to whimper.)
Second Mike: (Dark blue light - a broadsword with a black blade and onyx handle appears in his hands) Damn you, you little cat bitch! I'm gonna KILL you for that!
Original Mike: NO! (Another dark blue light - he now holds the broadsword that had once belonged to Sir Robert Del Naysmythe. He meets him head-on, just before the blade hits Valerie and Peter.) I won't let anyone else I love get hurt!
Second Mike: Let's see how you handle that, nerd boy!