Everyone ready to do some rescuing?

Mike: I want Em. :(

Peter: I'm negotiating here...

Micky: I want an ice pack.

Davy: Ready.

(We open in Sheila's opulent dining room in her penthouse. Like the rest of the house, it's sleek and modern, with an excellent (and fake) view of a rapidly darkening LA. Peter leads the entranced Emma in the room.)

Emma: It's beautiful! (Goes to the window) Look at that view! What a sunset!

*Zelda enters from the kitchen. She pauses and takes a sip of her soda.*

Peter: Now that we're all here, we'll have dinner. (The trio sit down, Peter pulling out chairs for both ladies.)

Emma: Thank you, Peter. You're such a gentleman.

*Zelda nods her thanks.*

Peter: You’re welcome, ladies. (He sits at the head of the table, between the ladies, as the handmaidens bring the first course)

Emma: (Sniffs the soup) What is this?

Peter: It's merely onion soup, Emma. Nothing harmful.

Emma: I don't trust you. I don't know why, but I don't trust you.

Peter: I don't know why you don't, either. (Sighs) Emma, I really do want you to work for us. You're intelligent, creative, and a better leader than you think.

Emma: (Sips her soup) This is good. (Looks up) The last time I worked for the devils, I was almost stiffled to death.

Zelda: That was because Sheila was there.

Emma: You've been after me for years. Why ask now?

Peter: (Puts a hand on Emma's free one) Because I know you. You're not being used to your full potential. You're a brilliant writer and a very smart woman, but it's never taken advantage of. You're wise and strong and a good wife.

Zelda: *nods* He's right.

Emma: If I was a good wife, my husband would pay attention.

Peter: You know he won't, Em. All he cares about is what HE wants.

Zelda: That's just the way he is.

Emma: (As the handmaidens take the soup away) What about my children? I can't leave Katie and Robbie.

Peter: We'll help you take care of them.

Zelda: *nods* We'd be more than happy to.

Emma: I want to continue writing, maybe even write fiction. It's what I've always wanted to do. (Sighs) And I don't want to lose the others. Lauren's my best friend, and they're all like family now.

Peter: (Squeezes Emma's hand) You won't.

Zelda: What do you say?

Emma: I...I don't know...

Peter: (As the handmaidens bring out baskets of bread and plates of salad) I think she's being stubborn again.

Zelda: It does sound like it to me.

Emma: I know what you do. (Sighs) I don't want to hurt people...but I want to do SOMETHING that makes Mike pay attention...

Peter: (He rubs Emma's hand) You're so confused, Emma. You need help figuring it all out. (Turns to Zelda with a slight smirk) Zelda, why don't we help her?

Zelda: Yes, lets.

Emma: (She reaches to pull Peter's hand off...but he takes her other one) Peter...

Peter: (Squeezes one hand hard) You're not listening, Scholar. You promised you'd listen.

Emma: (Winces) I am listening.

Peter: No, you're not. We need to (little smirk) persuade you further. (He pulls closer to Emma as Zelda begins rubbing her shoulders.)

Emma: Peter, what are you doing?

Peter: Adding a collector to my team.

Emma: YOUR team?

*Zelda nods again.*

Peter: Don't you know? I'm in charge. I'm the leader. I tell everyone what to do. (Laughs) Sheila thinks SHE'S the leader. Shows what she knows.

Emma: But...how...

Peter: It was easy. I just told them what they wanted to hear. Alex and Zelda went willingly. They're both sick of Sheila's attitude and constantly interrupting their nights of passion. Isn't that right, Zelda? That's why they decided to work for me. That's why they went against Sheila a few months ago in Texas. They weren't spying on HER orders. They were spying on MINE.

Zelda: *smirks, nodding* That's right.

Emma: What!?

Peter: It was all my idea, Em. Everything. (Makes a face) Except for turning Davy into a giant. I wouldn't hurt him or Micky for the world.

Emma: So that really was just an accident.

Peter: All the way. Sheila's lucky I didn't turn her into a newt for that.

Emma: When and how did Sheila get to you?

Peter: Always the news reporter, asking questions. So curious. (He rubs Emma's hands as Zelda's fingers steal up her neck and to her head) We could use that.

Emma: (Whimpers) No...

*Zelda begins to muddle Emma.*

Emma: (Struggles as Peter continues to rub her hands) No! No! I...I won't...I won't...

Zelda: *to Peter* May I do what's necessary to make her join us? I'll restore her completely once she does.

Peter: Yes, as long as it doesn't go TOO far. (Smirks) Otherwise, you can do your worst on her.

Emma: No!

Peter: (He firmly takes Emma's hands) You will listen to us, Scholar. I'm tired of no one listening.

*Zelda turns Emma's head so they're nose to nose.*

Zelda: Look into my eyes, Scholar...

Emma: (Closes her eyes) No...

Zelda: I said LOOK! *there's a black light around Emma's eyes, making them reopen and stay open*

Emma: Noooo... (She looks into her eyes) I...don't...want... (But her eyes begin to close) I...

Zelda: Look deeply. Look into the depths...

Emma: (Her eyelids are just barely open) I...I want...

Peter: When she's completely under, take her to the couch. We'll talk to her there.

Emma: I...Mike... (She sighs a little as her eyelids flutter)

Peter: You won't need Michael anymore, Scholar. You'll work for us. You'll be a part of my team.

Zelda: *softly* Your eyes may close once you're under my power.

(Peter makes a black rope appear. He winds it around Emma's wrists, and then her ankles.)

Emma: I...I... (Though it's obvious she struggles, her eyes finally close)

Zelda: She's ready. *there's a black light around Emma, which takes her to the couch*

Peter: (He and Zelda join her; Zelda lifts her skirt, revealing some leg) Maybe now you'll listen to us, Scholar. We can help you a great deal.

Emma: Can you...

Peter: You'll be a great asset to us. You have more power than you realize.

Emma: No, I...not power...Mike...

Peter: (Lifts Emma's chin gently) You're such a pretty girl. You should have the pick of our male slaves, not some skinny freak.

Emma: No...Mike...

Peter: Quiet, Scholar. You still won't listen.

Zelda: *drags her finger tips over Emma's leg* Perhaps we're being TOO nice.

Peter: You can do what you wish with her, Zelda...and I can see it in your eyes that there are many things you wish to do with her.

(Peter binds more black rope around her arms and legs.)

Emma: Please...Peter...want Mike...

Peter: (Strokes Emma's hair) Shh, Scholar. Just hear us out. You'll be able to do this yourself soon.

*Zelda smirks, still lightly dragging her finger tips.*

Emma: Ooohh... (she squirms; Peter takes firm hold of her leg) tickles...

*Zelda continues the action.*

Peter: (Takes Emma's slipper-clad feet in his lap, steadying her) You're enjoying that. Zelda can give you more, when you join us.

Emma: No, I want...Mike...want Mike...my Knight...

(She squeals again as Zelda's fingers rise a little higher...)

Peter: I don't want to hear about the Knight. He's no longer a Knight. He's barely a stable boy. He's nothing, Scholar.

Zelda: We made sure of that.

Emma: (Squeals as Zelda's fingers rise over her leg, to her chest) Oooh...no, Mike...Mike's a man...

Peter: Barely. I'm tired of hearing you talk about Mike! He's nothing now!

Emma: Baby...

Peter: (Angrily yanks Emma's arms over her head and ties them there) Do what you want with her! Anything that'll make her at least nod her head yes!

*Zelda continues her ministrations, smirking and becoming a little rougher every time Emma squeals.*

Emma: Noooo...I...

Peter: (Whispers in Emma's ear) Yes, Scholar? Come with us.

Emma: I...can't....Mike...

Peter: Stop fighting, Scholar.

Zelda: Just relax. I know you're enjoying this.

(Peter reaches over and ties a scarf tightly around Emma's mouth.)

Peter: You'll be gagged until you stop saying that darn name.

(Zelda's hands reach down her legs and across her buttocks; she gasps under her gag.)

Peter: (He looks into her eyes again) Look at me, Scholar. I want you to settle down. Let Zelda have her fun. She's been wanting some. You're with us now. Don't fight it. Enjoy it. Let the sensations take over. Don't think about it. Let us think for you.

(Emma whimpers under her gag...but she does seem to visibly settle down some, sagging into the couch. Peter picks her up and turns her around, pointing her feet first at Zelda. He removes her flat slippers and runs a finger over her foot; she shudders, gigging under her gag.)

Peter: She has sensitive skin in general, Zelda, but her feet are especially prone. They might prove to be especially useful. She's very much under now. (He strokes Emma's hair) You'll do what we tell you to do, won't you, Scholar?

(Emma just barely nods.)

*Zelda glides a finger tip along one of Emma's feet.*

(Emma giggles and tries to pull away, but Peter and Zelda hold firmly onto her.)

*Zelda tickles one of her feet next.*

(Emma laughs lightly under her gag and tries to kick her feet, but Peter holds her firmly.)

Peter: No fighting, Scholar.

Emma: (Moan under her gag) Noooooooo...

*Zelda smirks, then licks one of Emma's feet!*

(Peter makes a face, but Emma giggles again.)

Peter: All of this is making me feel...urges...of my own. Zelda, why don't you finish working on her? Call me when she gives a definite "yes." (Smirks) And I never finished dinner, either. I'm going to have dinner with my wife, and then...we're going to make more children.

Zelda: Sounds like fun. Have a good time.

Peter: Thank you. (Into Emma's ear) We'll be back for you when Zelda's through with you, my new collector. (He finally stands and vanishes in a dark blue light)

Emma: (Under the gag) Zelda...want Mike....

Zelda: *snorts* I'm gonna make you forget about Mike!

Emma: Nooo.... (Zelda ignores her. She snaps her fingers; several of the handmaidens appear with more 'Goo' rope)

Zelda: Ladies...go to town.

(The handmaidens lean over Emma, who moans and giggles on the couch. When they move, Emma is now bound head and foot to the couch with rope, her skirt lifted above her knees, her feet bare. A handmaiden hands Zelda more black scarves.)

Emma: So light...Mike...

Zelda: *nods* Thank you. Now, where should I put these?

(The handmaidens run their fingers over Emma's body, wherever there's no rope.)

Emma: (Muffled) Noo...oohh...please, where's Mike?

*Zelda wraps one scarf as a blindfold over Emma's eyes.*

Emma: Mmmm...can't see...

Zelda: Then you won't see this... *waits a few moments, then leans over and kisses Emma! The handmaidens clap.*

Emma: I...no! MIIIIKKKKEEEE!

Zelda: *climbs over Emma* Stop it! No more Mike! I don't wanna hear that name again!

(She struggles wildly.)

Emma: I....love him!

Zelda: *begins to muddle Emma again* Not for long.*kisses her again*

Emma: (She struggles under Zelda; when she lifts her lips) Not Mike.

Zelda: No, ME! *drags her hands all over Emma's body, including sensitive spots*

Emma: (Shudders) Please...no...

Zelda: Will you join us?

Emma: I...I...

*Zelda runs her hands over her body again.*

Emma: No...yes...oohh..

*Suddenly the door slams open, and Davy and Daphne tumble in.*

Daphne: Looks like a party in here! *raises an eyebrow* Not a GOOD party, though.

Davy: An' poor Em is the main course.

Zelda: *growls* Dammit! Why is someone always interrupting my FUN!?

Davy: Some fun!

(Davy reaches over and bodily pulls Zelda off of Emma.)

Davy: I'll handle the girls. Daph, you help poor Em.

Zelda: Let me go! I wasn't finished yet!

Daphne: Right! *unties Emma*

Zelda: *struggle against Davy* Let me go!

Emma: Daph? Dave?

Davy: Not a chance, Zelda! What were you tryin' to do to her?

Daphne: *smiles* Yeah, Em, it's us. Davy's a little busy at the moment.

Zelda: *smirks* What'd it LOOK like I was doing?

Davy: I know what you were doing. It's disgusting.

Emma: Guys, where's Mike?

Davy: He's at the Montgomery House. (Frowns; looks at Daphne) Should we tell her about Mike? She may already know.

Emma: Tell me what? He's been so confused and helpless.

Daphne: Well...there's a reason for that.

Emma: Tell me. (She goes angrily to Zelda) TELL ME! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?

Zelda: *smirks* Alex used his new machine on him, tortured his senses, made him into a complete basket case. Just some fun stuff.

Emma: (Grabs Zelda by her shirt collar) TORTURE! ALEX TORTURED MY HUSBAND?!

Zelda: Sure!

Davy: Em, since you seem to be feeling better, why don't you handle Zelda and Daph and I take her girls?

Emma: (Shakes Zelda) With pleasure!

("Star Collector" begins as Emma continues to shake Zelda. Davy makes his sword appear and blocks two handmaidens from Emma.)

(Emma finally jumps on Zelda, trying to get her to tell her more about what happened to Mike.)

(Davy duels with four handmaidens at once!)

*Daphne uses Martial Arts on two other handmaidens.*

(Davy ducks under one handmaiden's legs...and gets behind her and goes on dueling!)

(Emma makes a staff appear and hands it to Zelda. She makes her own field hockey stick appear. The two go into a duel of their own.)

(Davy ducks one of Daphne's flying fists...only to be accidentally knocked over by a flying foot.)

*Daphne makes a face, realizing who she was aiming at.*

(This allows the handmaidens to pile onto him. One knocks his sword from his hands and throws it under a dresser.)

*Daphne pulls handmaidens off the pile.*

(When she finally comes to the last two, they're both holding Davy. One has his hand over his mouth, the other runs her fingers over his legs, ignoring his struggles.)

*Daphne slams their hands together, knocking them cold.*

Davy: (Wipes his brow as the song ends and Daphne helps him to his feet) Whew! Nice work, luv.

Daphne: Thank you. You did pretty good, yourself.

Davy: Thanks. (Retrieves his sword) I have the feelin' we're gonna need these. Better get your spear, too.

Daphne: *takes her spear from her belt* Ready. *nods*

Emma: (She pulls away to reveal Zelda bound with goo rope on the couch; holds out her field hockey stick) She should know better than to get me mad.

*Zelda groans.*

Emma: (Looks at Davy and Daphne) You know, I think we're getting stronger. I don't really feel any ill effects from being hypnotized twice. (Looks at Zelda) Shame she can't say the same. (Rubs Zelda's head) We don't want you escaping to tell Alex and Peter what went on here. Let's let Peter think his little ruse is still working.

Daphne: *folds her arms* Rather fitting, I think.

Emma: (Takes a black scarf and gags her) There. Just in case someone comes back here.

Davy: How about a finishing touch? (There's a black light around Zelda. When it subsides, she's in her underwear and bra (though we don't see a lot of either thanks to the ropes)

*Zelda yells into the gag, eyes wide.*

Emma: (Rolls her eyes) Oh Davy...

Daphne: *chuckles* That'll teach her.

Emma: Peter never mentioned where he was going. (She pulls the gag off of Zelda) Zelda, you wouldn't happen to know where Peter was off to, would you?

Zelda: I don't know, really.

Emma: Shit. (She puts the gag back on Zelda's mouth) I'm guessing it's Arizona. That's where everyone else is.

Daphne: More than likely.

Emma: (Looks at her red gown) I can't fight anyone in this! (She concentrates; there's a dark blue light around her. When it subsides, she's back in her MonkeeWoman uniform) That's better. I love dressing up, but not while fighting devils. (She turns to the others) Let's go. (Frowns) And when we arrive, you're going to tell me EVERYTHING about what they did to Mike. I mean it.

*Davy and Daphne share a look, then nod.*

Emma: Let's go, MonkeeLeague. (They concentrate. There's a series of blue lights, and the three vanish. Zelda is left struggling as we fade out on the penthouse.)

(Cut to the Arizona complex. Alex is back in the main garage, his feet sticking out from under Ursula.)

Ursula: Alex...oohh...get out of there!

Alex: *grins* It's so nice to know you missed me! *gives Ursula a tweak*

Ursula: I...ahhh...wouldn't miss you if you suddenly disappeared from this earth. Which I wish you would.

*Alex snorts, giving Ursula another tweak.*

Ursula: Oooh...no...

(As Alex goes under her again, something round and glassy floats in the open door. Sheila is still trying to pound her way out of the bubble, with little success.)

Ursula: Oooh...oh my...sister dear, what an unusual mode of transportation.

Sheila: Shut up.

Alex: *grins, then laughs* What in the HELL happened to you?

Sheila: The blasted Mother happened to me!

Alex: I'd say she did a good job. *lays his hands flat on the bubble* Would you like to get out of there?

Sheila: (Sarcastic) If you can spare the time.

Alex: *thinks* I think I can find a moment. *a long and sharp needle appears in his hand; jabs it into the side of the bubble. The bubble explodes, dropping Sheila to the ground.*

Sheila: (She lands on the hard concrete floor with a thud) Ouch! (Rubs her rear) Blast it, couldn't you have found a softer way to get me out?

(Ursula bursts into metallic laughter.)

Alex: Am I supposed to think of everything?

Ursula: Looks to me like you didn't think of anything!

Sheila: Sister dear, you're enjoying this too much.

Ursula: Yes, I am.

*Alex just shrugs.*

Sheila: Do something about that, Alex. We need to find the Mother, the Knight, and the Savage. They have the Bard's son. (Smirks) My sister is still the perfect bait.

Ursula: The Young Bard is here? What's Jordan doing here?

Sheila: Ask his father.

Alex: *mutters* Alex do this, Alex do that...

Ursula: Yes, Alex, why does she always order you around?

Sheila: You stay out of this. I'm only letting him handle you because I know little about cars.

Ursula: You're only letting him handle me because you can't get me out.

Alex: *slams his hand flat on Ursula's hood* What do you THINK I've been doing all along?! I've had enough of teasing the damn car! I wanna tease some WOMEN!

Ursula: What do you think I am, chopped liver?

Alex: *glares at Ursula* No breasts.

Sheila: The Mother is in the Complex. I'm sure she'd be thrilled to see you.

Ursula: I don't know, I have a rather efficient set of...

*Alex gives an aggravated yell.*

Alex: *throws his arms out* I'm going to find the Mother! I need SOME kind of fun!

Sheila: Look, I'll join you. I want my Knight. We never finished!

Alex: *plants his fists on his hips; raises an eyebrow* Can I just go have some enjoyment by myself for a change? It's bad enough you're always interrupting!

Sheila: (Looks at Ursula) Actually...I don't think we'll need to go anywhere. THEY will come to US. (Evil smile) Do you have the machine ready?

Ursula: What do you mean, sister?

Alex: *sighs* Yes, I do. *pauses* Y'know, if I don't have some fun soon...

Sheila: You'll get it. We're right next to the slave's quarters. If you don't get the Mother, I'm sure you'll find one just as good over there.

Alex: *pouts* Won't be the same.

Sheila: What about Zelda? Don't you have vacation coming up from your computer programming job? You could spend two blissful weeks in that little apartment of yours in the LA suburbs doing absolutely nothing but having fun. (Grins) I have two weeks coming up myself. Wouldn't mind spending them making the rounds with some of the lovelier, less intelligent society men in LA.

Alex: Well, yeah, but that's then and this is now.

Sheila: Imagine Zelda back here, then.

Alex: *smirks* Now why didn't I think of that?

Sheila: (Mutters so Alex doesn't here) Your libido got in the way.

*There's a black light. Zelda appears, still tied up and in her underwear, in Alex's arms.*

Alex: Wow. I didn't even ASK for you gift wrapped!

Zelda: *after Alex pushes the gag aside* Will you just untie me?

(Sheila raises an eyebrow. Ursula bursts into laughter.)

*The rope disappears. Zelda stands on her own, still in Alex's arms and still without clothes.*

Zelda: *wraps her arms around herself* Thanks, I think.

Sheila: What's with the display? Starting a nudist colony?

Zelda: *sighs* No. The Lord of the Manor, the Huntress, and the Scholar did this to me.

Sheila: What?

Ursula: Good for them!

Alex: Aw shit. THAT just put a damper on my mood.

Sheila: I thought you and the Boss were watching them!

Zelda: We were, then the Boss left, and I lost control.

Sheila: He shouldn't have left. How foolish can you get?

Ursula: I don't think it was that foolish.

Sheila: (Sighs) We'll just have to lure them ALL here. (To Zelda) Do you know exactly where the Boss is?

Zelda: He went to get his wife.

Sheila: Alex, do you know where he's keeping her? I thought it was time we put all our eggs in one basket, so to speak.

Alex: He's been using one of my rooms.

Sheila: Call him and tell him to bring his wife here. I think it's time we brought our Guardians in for a showdown.