And...everyone ready to rescue Ursula?

Mike: (Pulls out his sword) Let's go.

Micky: You bet!

Davy: Ready, mates.

(We open in Arizona. Mike, Emma, Lauren, Micky, Davy, and Daphne creep quietly down a corridor. All carry their weapons and wear 8 button shirts and tight black trousers or knee-length skirts. Mike's shirt is white with black buttons, Emma's is rust red, Micky's is cherry red, Daphne's is cotton-candy pink, Davy's is royal blue, and Lauren's is purple.)

Mike: Ok, gang, just stay low and keep quiet. We have to find the garage Alex and Sheila are keepin' Urse in.

Micky: Dave's got low down pat.

Davy: You wouldn't know quiet if it stared you in the face.

Lauren: *whispers, irritated* Guys!

Mike: (Puts his finger against his lips and hisses) Shhhh! Do you want them - or Peter - to hear us?

Micky and Davy: *sheepish* Sorry!

Mike: Ok, who wants to pick a room and see if that's a garage?

Micky: Might as well. We haven't found it yet.

Mike: (Opens the door for Micky) By all means. You can go ahead, oh mighty Savage.

Micky: *raises an eyebrow* Gee, Mike, when did you get so nice?

Davy: When 'e realized 'e don't 'ave to go in first.

*Micky sticks his tongue out at Mike and Davy, then steps through the door.*

Emma: (As Micky goes in) Well, do you see Ursula?

Mike: Or our equipment?

Micky: Neither, but I do see something of interest...

Mike: What?

Micky: Lots and LOTS of DEMONS!

Mike: (Joins Micky at the door as every demon in the room - some eating, some wrestling - looks up at them) Oh shit. (Turns around) Everyone hightail it outta here! We've got company!

(The six run out the door as fast as they can...and are chased by eight or nine demons right on their tails!)

*A couple demons throw things, but miss.*

Mike: (Ducks a club) Guys, split into groups of twos! Maybe that'll lead them off!

("Goin' Down" begins as everyone takes off down different hallways. We follow Emma and Mike first. Emma makes a field hockey ball appear in a blue light. She hits the ball right into the mouth of a demon! She keeps hitting balls into demons mouths. While the demons try to get the balls out, Emma and Mike take off.)

*Lauren and Micky shoot rubber bands at a couple of demons. The demons make a large rubber band ball and bounce it back and forth.*

(Mike "knights" a demon...then hits him over the head with the handle of his sword, knocking him out.)

*Davy and Daphne wield water guns. They soak the demons chasing them.*

(Mike and Emma teach two demons to play guitar and sing. They sneak off while they play a few riffs from the song and sing very off-key.)

(Mike and Emma grab a random chandelier and swing from it, knocking over several demons. Mike points to the chandelier. Where did it come from? Emma just shrugs. Who knows?)

*Davy and Daphne distract a demon by playing with yo-yos.*

(Mike and Emma come out of the library, each carrying a huge stack of books. Emma's are novels or books on old movies or plays; Mike's are on music or cars or car repair. The stacks are so heavy, they can barely lift them. They finally hand the stacks to two demons nearby and hurry off while the demons try to carry the stacks.)

*A rather large demon chases Micky and Lauren. Lauren is having a tough time keeping up and Micky tries to help, giving the demon a chance to catch up to them. The curly-haired young man steps in front of Lauren to protect her as the demon walks up to Micky. Micky looks up...and UP! The demon is at least twice as tall as Micky, who gulps. He makes an attempt at punching the demon repeatedly in its stomach, but the demon just takes it. The demon finally has enough, makes a fist, and clobbers Micky on the side of the head. Micky crashes to the floor, out cold. The demon grins at Lauren...*

Lauren: *over the end of the music* HELP!!

(Suddenly, two figures drop right onto the demon! The shorter one in blue puts his hand over the demon's eyes.)

Davy: Peek-a-boo! I wish I didn't see you!

Daphne: *tickles the demon* Just because you're big doesn't mean you aren't ticklish!

Davy: Right! (He tickles the demon's big feet)

Demon: Hoo hoo! Hee hee! Stop!

Daphne: Only if you promise to leave us alone!

Demon: But...hee hee...Master Alex...hoo hoo...wants us to...ha ha ha...bring you to him!

Daphne: Then we keep tickling!

Demon: Ooh...ok...let go...

Davy: I got an idea. Why don't we make him look bettah?

Daphne: Good idea.

*The demon suddenly turns into a long-hair rabbit wearing a pink and blue ribbon.*

Demon Rabbit: Uh, why do I suddenly want a carrot?

Davy: He does look much bettah like that. (Frowns and turns to Lauren as the music ends) Lauren, are you ok? (Gets down next to Micky) Poor Mick...

Lauren: I'm fine, but that brute knocked Micky out cold! *points* He's already got a small bruise at his temple from the hit.

Davy: (Takes Micky in his arms) Mick, are you ok? (Shakes him a little) Speak to me, man!

*Micky groans, but doesn't wake up.*

Lauren: I hate to say it since we're this far... but maybe we should take him home.

Davy: But what about Em and Mike...not to mention Ursula?

Daphne: Em and Mike might've found Ursula by now.

Davy: They would have called us if they had.

Lauren: Maybe we can hold out for a few minutes and see if Micky wakes up.

*Micky groans again and fusses a little.*

Davy: Mick?

*Micky's head lulls from side to side, moaning.*

Lauren: Oh no...

Daphne: What, Lauren?

Lauren: *runs a hand through Micky's curls* He's having a nightmare.

Davy: One of THOSE nightmares?

*Mick moans again. He seems to be subconsciously trying to wiggle out of Davy's grip.*

Lauren: *sighs* Yes.

Davy: (Lets go of Micky) God, what is Alex doin' to him NOW?

Lauren: *kneels by Micky* I don't know, but I bet he planned it.

Davy: I'll bet they know we've been here the whole time.

*Micky rolls onto his side, into a ball, groaning.*

Daphne: Probably watching and waiting for just the right moment.

Davy: I hope Mike and Em are ok. They're out there all alone.

Lauren: *moves around Micky* I hope so, too.

*Micky is muttering faintly now. Lauren hears one word clearly.*

Lauren: "Torture?" *shakes Micky* Mick, who's being tortured? Mick?

Daphne: *frowns* I'd say he is right now.

Davy: Damn Alex! He's tryin' to hurt Mick AN' some othah poor innocent!

Micky: *cuts off his mumbling as he bolts upright, yelling* MIKE!

Lauren: *immediately wraps an arm around Micky's shoulders* Mick, snap out of it!

Davy: Mick, what about Mike? Is he in danger?

Micky: *blinks, looking up at Lauren* Babe? *suddenly groans* Oh, my head...

Lauren: *takes Micky's face in her hands* Mick, what was your nightmare?

Davy: Mick, man, are you ok?

Micky: *winces* Oh man. The devils got Mike. I saw them torturing him... *suddenly realizes* like I was SUPPOSED to see it! *eyes blaze* That damn Alex! *moans after raising his voice to loud; putting a hand to the side of his head* My head...

Davy: Mick, where did you see Alex torturing Mike? This is important. Mike's in danger!

Micky: *still holding his head* Garage...

Davy: We have to find that garage. Do you think we could imagine ourselves there?

Micky: Can try... *winces* damn demon...

Davy: Ok, then. Everyone think "Mike and Emma - find them!"

(The group disappears in a series of blue and dark blue lights, leaving the demon bunny to hop around in confusion. Cut to Mike and Emma as they sprint down the hallway.)

Mike: (Looks over his shoulder) Whew! I think we lost them.

Emma: Thank goodness. (Frowns) I wonder where the others are.

Mike: Great, now we have to find them, too. (Sighs) We're not going to get anywhere until we find Ursula. (Looks at Emma) Why don't we just imagine ourselves to where she is?

Emma: (Sighs) It's worth a try.

(The two concentrate. There's a blue and dark blue light around them, and they disappear. When it subsides, they're now in a dark concrete room filled with shelves and shelves of equipment...and a car-like form on a lift covered by a tarp.)

Emma: (She grins) Mike, look! This must be Alex's garage!

Mike: (Growls) Yeah. There's Ursula, and I recognize some of the stuff on the shelves already. I KNEW he was the one who destroyed the Crystal Cave!

Emma: Let's see if we can get Ursula down from there and find the others.

Alex's voice: I wouldn't do that, if I were you...

Mike: (He swings around in anger, sword at the ready; Emma pulls out her field hockey stick) Alex.

Emma: Alex, what have you done to our mentor?

Alex: *appears at the lift, leaning against it, still holding his tool* Oh, just found out that she's ticklish.

Shadow: (The familiar voice emerges from the shadows...Peter's voice) We've learned a great deal from our mentor...but not enough.

Mike: (Swings to the shadows; growls) Damn it, Pete, you can come out now. We know it's you. You shouldn't have made those threats to me two days ago, buddy.

Emma: Peter, why? Why have you turned on us?

Shadow: I see you've discovered my little secret.

*Alex makes his tool disappear, then pushes off from the lift. He goes to stand next to the Shadow...as Peter materializes as himself once more.*

Alex: Isn't that a great trick he's learned?

Mike: So THAT'S how you've been gettin' around without anyone seein' ya.

Peter: It's only one of the many tricks I've learned from Alex and Sheila, Michael. My powers have been increased tenfold. I don't have to close my eyes to use my powers anymore...among other things.

Alex: *folds his arms* Peter, perhaps you'd like to give the Knight an example of said power?

Peter: (Nods) Certainly, Alex. (He concentrates. There's a dark blue light around Emma)

Emma: What?! (She tries to concentrate...but it's too late. She disappears in a blast of dark blue light)

Alex: *smirks, nodding* Very nice.

Mike: (At the top of his lungs) NOOOOOOOO!!! What did you DO with her? Where IS she? (He lunges for Peter, sword pointed at his throat) WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE?

Peter: Out of harm's way. I have plans for her.

Mike: Yeah, I'll bet you do. (He presses his sword against Peter's throat) I don't want to hurt you. We have history, man. But so help me, if you don't bring my wife back and put Urse on the ground where she belongs, I WILL hurt you. I don't want to, but I will. I love Emma. I've never loved anyone more. She's my friend, my children's mother. I can't live without her.

Peter: I told you, Knight. She WON'T be harmed. (Narrows his eyes) You, however..

Mike: You ain't touchin' ME, either. (He whacks Peter on the shoulder with the handle of his sword; mutters) Gotta concentrate... (He pulls back)

Peter: Alex, stop him! He's going after his soulmate!

Alex: Hold it right there, Knight! *sends a black light over Mike*

Mike: Wha... (He stops dead in his tracks; the sword falls from his hands)

Peter: Michael, I'm sorry, but we couldn't have you leaving.

*Alex grabs Mike from behind, holding his arms.*

Alex: Would you like the honors, Bard?

Peter: Very much so. (He opens the top buttons of Mike's 8-button shirt and kneads his hand into his chest) Hmm. It would seem the trade reports were right about the Monkees having a rough few months. The new album was a bust, the Canadian tour did such poor business that some dates were canceled, and Michael's worried about his finances and the group's future...and his own. He's put so much into buying cars and new things for the Pad and a boat and other material goods.

*Alex tsks.*

Peter: (Kneads further; Mike, now freed from the paralysis, cringes) Well...this is interesting. It would seem the other three male Guardians recently had their own powers increased. (He kneads further; Mike growls) By a magician who took quite a hold of their minds, especially Michael's. He really frightened Michael. He doesn't like anyone having such control over him.

Alex: VERY interesting.

Peter: (Kneads even further) Seems his relationship with his wife isn't as stable as he claims. They've been arguing a LOT. (Sighs) He does really love her, though. He's just not sure they can live together anymore. He wants to spend; she wants to save. And he does love their children.

Alex: I like to hear about breakdowns. Tell me more, Bard.

Peter: He's worried about me, too. He hates it when he can't control his men. He's afraid I've turned on him, like his ancestor Sir Robert's men turned on him. He's been scared of that for years.

Alex: *evil grin* Any more good news for me?

Peter: He's not sure how much longer he can keep himself - and the others - under his control...or even control his wolf powers, now that they've been increased.

Alex: *still grinning* I love it. Got any more for me?

Peter: He's wondering about those nightmares of Micky's and of his. He's long suspected you've been the one giving them the nightmares, but has no concrete proof.

Alex: *laughs* Ahh. I'm so glad they've enjoyed those.

Peter: (Pulls away) Looks like we've done a good job rattling our so-called Knight. (Smirks) Exactly what I wanted.

Mike: Why, Pete? Why me?

Peter: You humiliated me, Michael. You were the one who kept the others from showing up for the first days of "Head"'s filming. That's your version of "Circle Sky" on the album, not ours.

Mike: Pete, I told you, I don't know how that happened!

Peter: Michael, I've had enough of listening to you. I've had enough of being "lead" by you. You're not my father and you’re not my leader.

Mike: Pete, what is WITH you? We used to be friends!

Peter: We were friends...until you decided to try to take over the group!

Mike: WHAT?

Peter: We're not friends anymore, Michael.

Mike: Pete...man, I never meant to do anythin' to hurt you...

Alex: I love it.

Peter: It's too late, Michael. (He grabs Mike's sword on the floor) I'm the strong one now. I'm the one holding all the aces.

Mike: Pete, put down my sword. You have your own weapon.

Peter: Does this upset you, Michael? Does my having your precious saber make you angry?

Mike: Pete, give it back. It's not yours. You don't know how to handle it.

Peter: (Growls) Like HELL I don't know how to handle it. You don't think I can handle anything, do you?

Alex: Show him, Bard.

Mike: Pete, that's not what I meant. You're not...I mean, you're not the swordsman here...

Peter: I'll show you who's the swordsman! (Peter grabs Mike's broadsword and hefts it rather awkwardly. He whacks it as hard as he can against the stone wall)

Mike: Peter, what are you doing?

Peter: (Panting) Realizing your worst fear, Knight.

Alex: Perhaps a little help would be appreciated. *a stone grinder appears in a black light* Try that, Bard.

Peter: Thank you, Alex. (Sets it between two stones and pulls a lever)

Mike: (Screams) NO! DON'T!

*Alex cackles as the stones crush the sword, snapping it into two pieces.*

Mike: (Struggles as hard as he can in Alex's arms, kicking and screaming) NO! NO! MY SWORD!

Peter: It's useless to you now. (He takes the blade half) I think we could keep this. It might make a nice souvenir.

Alex: Y'know, it'd look rather nice mounted on a plaque.

Mike: Put that down, Pete. I've gotta reforge it. I fixed that sword once. I can do it again.

Peter: Not this time. (He points the sword blade at Mike's throat) You won't want to come anywhere near this sword when we finish with you.

Alex: And with that, I believe it's time to bring out one of my newest inventions.

Mike: (Narrows his eyes; growl) WHAT invention?

*A fairly large machine appears in a black light.*

Peter: Alex's most ingenious yet. He's been working on it for some time, but we couldn't really perfect it until David helped us get all those parts.

Alex: THAT invention.

Mike: THAT'S why you had Davy raid the electronics factory.

Alex: Bingo, Knight. You win the prize, and the prize is...the loss of your sanity.

Mike: Never. I'll never succumb to one of your dumb machines.

Alex: Oh, but this one is HARDLY dumb.

Peter: I wouldn't dismiss it so quickly, White Knight. (He runs his finger against one of Mike's ears) So sensitive...so quick...

*Alex smirks again.*

Mike: Pete, what are you doin'? (He tries to pull away) Don't you start with that shit, too. Alex is bad enough.

Peter: (Makes a face) There's only one person I think of that way, and she's quite female, thank you.

Mike: Val.

Alex: *leans down into Mike's ear* Oh, I can be bad...but it's the Bard's turn. My turn will come later.

Peter: I don't have that kind of desire, Knight. I only want revenge...and this is how I aim to do it. Alex, turn on the machine. (Makes a pair of black crystal shackles appear) But first, we'll need to keep you out of too much trouble. (He secures the shackles around Mike's wrists) There. These are just like the ones that held us in Sheila's penthouse.

Mike: (Winces the moment he puts them on) Man, I really hate this.

Alex: *Turns on the machine* Ready, Bard.

Peter: (He strokes Mike's chin) No matter what you want to believe, Knight, you are part wolf. You have a canine's senses in a human's body.

Mike: (Gulps; he's pale) I'm a human, Peter.

Peter: Yes, but you have a dog's highly developed and very sensitive senses. (He runs his fingers over Mike's cheek; he shudders) You felt that more than any human would.

Mike: (He's trembling a bit) Get to the point, Pete. I have to save Em and Urse and find the others.

*Alex folds his arms, watching like a hawk. A hint of an evil smirk crosses his face.*

Peter: Michael, there are certain frequencies that are so high-pitched, only dogs can hear them.

Mike: (Trembles despite his stoic expression) So?

Peter: Alex, turn up the machine.

*Alex turns a dial slowly.*

Mike: Pete, what....oowwww! (He winces, trying to put one of his shackled hands on his ear) That one hurt.

Peter: (Makes a flower appear in his hand) Do you smell this, Knight?

Mike: (Sniffs) Yeah. It's jasmine. Smells good.

Peter: (He now holds a bouquet of different flowers) How about these?

Mike: They're all different kinds. Kinda tropical, like mangoes.

Peter: (Now there's flowers all over the room, in many different colors and smells) Now, Knight?

Mike: (He sniffs wildly) Oh man...so many...jasmine...orange blossom...and some things even stronger...

Peter: Now that I have your attention (looks at Alex) would you like a turn?

Mike: (Keeps sniffing, trying to tell one flower from another) Huh?

*Alex produces another bouquet of flowers, completely different from the one Peter holds.*

Mike: (He's still sniffing; turns to Alex) Huh? What's that? (His nose sniffs like crazy) Oh man...all these flowers...

*Alex waves his hand around his bouquet. A black light turns them into several cloves of garlic.*

Mike: (Pulls back, wrinkling his nose) Alex, did you turn into a vampire or something?

Alex: No. *smirks* Though perhaps it's a sign of something to come. *waves the garlic in front of Mike's face* Just trying to mess with your sense of smell, that's all.

Mike: Alex, if you're gonna pull out the garlic, couldn't we at least have some pizza? (He tries to duck away again)

Alex: *frowns* How about this? *the garlic changes into a skunk!*

Mike: Get that thing AWAY from me! What do I look like, a female cat?

Peter: (Eyes widen) Um, bad idea, Alex. I'd actually like to smell decent later. Skunk smell does NOT wash out easily.

Alex: *huffs* Fine. *the skunk disappears*

Peter: (As Mike sniffs around) Why don't we play with some of his other senses? (He makes a table filled with meat and potatoes and cakes appear)

Mike: Oooh...looks good... (But as he reaches for it, it vanishes and reappears in another place) Damn it!

*Alex flicks at Mike's ears nonchalantly.*

Mike: (Winces) OWWwwwww....

Peter: Alex, the machine!

Alex: *irritated* Wha-at?!

Mike: I just want that meat! (He lunges for the table...but winds up flat on his face on the floor)

Peter: Turn up the machine!

*Alex huffs again and turns back to the machine. He shrugs, then spins the dial!*

Mike: (Tries to get to his feet) Man...AHHHHHHH! (Drops to his knees) What IS that? It's...it's terrible...

Peter: Hurts, doesn't it?

*Alex whistles, looking around, innocently.*

Peter: What else can your machine do, Alex?

Mike: No...no more...YEOWWW! (Alex turns the dial more; Mike shrieks and tries to cover his ears again)

Alex: *smirks* It can do that.

Mike: (Sniffs the air...and draws back) Smells acid...like smoke...danger...but there's no smoke...ooowww!

Peter: More, Alex.

*Alex spins another dial.*

Mike: I...I want that... (He reaches for something that appears to be in front of him) ...no meat...OWWW! Please, stop! I can't...make the noise stop...

*Alex cranks the dial to the max.*

Mike: (Bent over) NOOOO!!! SSTTOPP!! IT HURTS!!! I CAN'T...(whimpers) ...can't stand it...my ears...nose...danger...is there danger...

Peter: One more thing. (He yanks Mike's head and takes the broken half of the sword blade) A parting gift. Our ancestors were right in thinking this unnerves you. You won't even let Emma do it. (He pulls the blade through Mike's thick, wavy black hair. A few minutes later, and Mike's hair is now chopped very short; Peter holds a black lock in his hand) Much better. You're no Knight, and no wolf...nor a leader, either. Just a useless, frightened pup.

Mike: (Whimpering) P...pete...no...OOWWW...

(He lets out mournful wolf howls as Peter laughs.)

Peter: Yes, Knight. You are an animal. You're a puppy. A cub.

(Mike howls and howls, frightened and confused.)

*Alex smirks, nodding approvingly.*

Mike: (Howling) Pete...oww...my head...why...smell jasmine...why me, Pete?

Peter: Alex, let's leave him. Leave the machine on. I want him to be completely tame when we return. We'll put Ursula in your other garage.

Alex: Gladly.

(The two disappear in a blue light, leaving Mike in a whimpering, howling heap on the floor.)

*There's various shades of blue lights as Davy, Daphne, Micky, and Lauren appear at the door to the garage. Micky still holds his head.*

Micky: Oh, man, even that makes my head hurt...

Lauren: I hope we find Mike, Emma and Urse soon. I think you might have a concussion, Mick.

Micky: *makes a face, then winces* Yay.

Davy: This must be the place! Our minds took us here!

Daphne: Let’s try the door. We might get lucky and find it unlocked.

*The door is unlocked. All four push on it, Micky not as much as the others.*

Davy: Hello? Is anyone... (eyes widen when he looks at the floor) MIKE!

Micky: *eyes widen* Oh my Lord...it happened...

Lauren: Huh?

(Mike is sprawled on the floor, howling softly, locks of black hair laying around him.)

Micky: They tortured Mike...just like the nightmare... *falls to his knees* Mike...

Daphne: We need to get out of here. NOW.

Davy: But what about Urse...and where's Em?

Lauren: I hate to leave them, but we can't continue like this. We have to get Mike out of here, and Mick's not in good shape, either. *kneels beside Micky, who stares at Mike*

Davy: Mick... (Takes his friend's shoulders) Do you think you're up to helping us get Mike outta here?

*Micky nods, slowly.*

Davy: We'll have to come back for Ursula. If Em's all right, she can imagine herself back. If she isn't (gulps)...we'll have to come back for her, too.

Daphne: Everyone concentrate as best you can. We're going home.

(There's a series of blue lights in various shades around the group; when it subsides, they disappear. The camera moves to the shadows as we hear Peter's familiar, now-triumphant laughter...and fade out on the shadowy hand holding the broke blade of Mike's broadsword...)