(We open in one of the guest bedrooms in the Montgomery House. Mike sits in a large chair. Davy pages through a book by a heavy bookcase. Peter tucks Micky under the sheets of the heavy, dark canopy bed.)

Peter: There. (He smiles) Don't worry, Mick. We'll be there for you.

Micky: *yawns* Thanks, guys. Still can't believe I was almost nodding off during dinner...

Mike: That's all right. You can't be the first person who fell asleep in Em's squash casserole.

Micky: I hope not.

Mike: Mick, what exactly happens in these dreams? I want to know what we're in for.

Micky: *sighs* It could be anything! It's just always something bad happening to at least one of us.

Mike: Like, what anything? Where does it usually happen?

Micky: One of our houses, out and about somewhere, Arizona...anywhere!

Peter: (Pats Micky's hand) Calm down, Mick. We're here to help you.

Mike: Yeah, man. We're gonna make sure Alex cools it on this shit. You need sleep.

Micky: *frowns* I'm sorry, guys. I know you're trying to help.

Mike: Ok, Mick. Just go to sleep now.

Peter: (Nods) We know you're tired. The moment a nightmare starts, we'll blue-light into it.

*Micky nods and lets his eyes close.*

Davy: Wondah 'ow long we'll 'ave to wait?

Mike: (He joins Peter at the bed) I guess we'll find out in a minute.

Peter: Maybe he won't have one tonight.

Mike: After what we did to the devils this evenin'? Fat chance. Alex has got to be good and pissed...and ready to let off steam on poor Mick.

Davy: *nods, joining Mike and Peter* I'm with Mike. As much as I'd like to see Mick left alone, I doubt that'll 'appen.

Peter: Still... (Frowns as Micky starts to make noise) What's that?

Mike: Mick?

Peter: Micky, are you ok?

Mike: Probably not.

Peter: His aura... (frowns) ...he must be with the devils.

*Micky starts making faces as he becomes restless.*

Davy: I think it's time we made our appearances known.

Mike: (Nods) Right.

Peter: His aura's getting softer.

*The screen becomes waver as blue lights are seen from the fellas.*

Mike: Ok boys, put your hands on Micky's heart and concentrate. (The other three do so. There's a blue light in various shades around them, and they disappear, leaving Micky moaning and groaning in the room.)

*We fade out on the guest room and fade in on one of the Devils' Arizona Suites.*

(There's a blue light. Peter, Mike, and Davy appear in a series of large rooms. It looks a bit like Alex's suites, but the colors here are purple and black, and there's tons of stuffed animals scattered around.)

Davy: Oh-kay...

Peter: Where are we?

Mike: Probably Arizona. Where in Arizona, I don't know.

Davy: The decorations look strangely familiah, though.

Peter: (Frowns as whimpering is heard) What's that?

Mike: Mick. Shit. We've gotta find him!

Davy: 'E's gotta be nearby, then!

Mike: Let's find him. And stay low. The devils can't be too happy with us after earlier today.

Davy: Right.

Peter: Michael... (points to another room that leads off of the one they're in) I think I see something here!

*We follow where Peter's pointing and see Micky strapped to a table in just his shorts. There's a handful of wires randomly stuck on him that are connected to a machine. Alex clacks away at a keyboard that appears to be attached to the machine, while Zelda continues to touch Micky in various places.*

Mike: (Stops dead in his tracks behind Peter) Oh my god...

Peter: Even after what we went through today (hides his eyes) I can't look.

Davy: Oh no...

Zelda: (Whispers into Micky's ear as her fingers travel down his sides) How'd ya like that, cutie?

Micky: *whimpers* Stop, please...

Alex: *smirks* Got some GREAT readings on that, Zel.

Zelda: Oh, you want more! (Her fingers now travel down his chest, then looks up at Alex) How was that?

Mike: What are they doin' to him?

Davy: I 'ave no idea, but 'e ain't enjoying it, that's for sure!

Micky: *moans* Nooo...

Zelda: (Her fingers steal across his chest and down further) You REALLY liked that, didn't you?

*Micky moans and flinches when Zelda finds a ticklish spot below his bell button.*

Mike: I oughta... (he starts to the door...but Peter stops him)

Peter: Whoa, Mike. First of all, if they catch us now, they may hurt Micky. Second, I want to find out what they're doing to him and what Alex has in mind with that machine. I don't remember him working on that when I was there. If we can stop that machine, we can probably at least curtail the nightmares.

Mike: I just wanna kick the shit outta Alex.

Peter: I do too, but we can't do that while they have Micky.

Davy: So do I, Mike, but I think we should 'old off like Petah says.

Alex: *cackles* Zel, do that one again! That almost went off the chart!

Micky: *weakly* No, please...

Zelda: (Smirks at Micky as she repeats her movements) What, cutie? Didn't you enjoy that?

(Mike growls. Peter shakes his shoulder a little.)

Alex: Off the chart! I think he likes that one, too.

*Micky whimpers.*

Zelda: How about we go a little further? (Her fingers go even further down Micky's navel...)

Micky: *gasps* Stop it!

Zelda: Did you get that one, Alex?

Alex: WAAAY off the chart.

Mike: (Growls, clenching his fists) That asshole...

Peter: Michael...

Zelda: (She runs both hands down Micky's buttocks and legs) You're loving this, aren't you cutie?

Micky: *sucks in a breath; weakly* I hate you!

Zelda: Aww, how could you do that?

Micky: *frowns* Easy.

Zelda: (As she begins to stroke his legs) How's it coming over there, Alex?

Alex: Fantastic! I almost have enough readings. *pauses and waggles his eyebrows at Zelda* Any other little tricks you'd like to try?

(Zelda gets right next to Micky, pulls him close to her, and runs her hands across his backside and rear!)

Micky: *whimpers* No, no, no...

Alex: You've got the magic touch there, Zel.

Zelda: (Strokes Micky's back) You bet I do!

*Micky groans.*

Alex: *cracks his knuckles* Care to share?

Zelda: If I must. (She gets up from Micky)

Alex: *winks* I didn't say you had to get up. I just set the program on auto.

Zelda: There isn't enough room on the table for all of us.

Alex: *leans on the other side of the table; shrugs* Supervise, then?

Micky: *weakly* Leave me alone.

Alex: *runs his fingers along Micky's side* Not possible. You're just too much fun to play with.

*Micky shivers, moaning.*

Mike: (As we cut back to the others) That...that...

Peter: We have to find out what's so important about that machine. Maybe someone should check it out while Alex is busy.

Davy: Choose for it?

Mike: Might as well.

(Peter, Mike, and Davy shoot for it. Peter wins.)

Peter: (Gulps) Oh boy.

Davy: You can do it, Petah.

Mike: Don't worry, Pete. We'll join ya in a minute.

Peter: Yeah... (He sneaks out the door, flattening himself against the wall in an attempt to avoid Zelda, who watches Alex and Micky with a fascinated and amused look on her face)

*Alex trails his fingers from Micky's chest, down his stomach, and past his navel, which elicits a gasp from Micky.*

Alex: *smirks* I love that sound.

(Peter keeps sneaking around behind Zelda, one hand over his eyes, the other trying to find the machine.)

Mike: Come on, Pete...

Davy: *sighs* Petah...

(Peter finally gets to the machine...and trips over and behind it. He manages to duck behind it just as Alex turns his way.)

Alex: *turns back* Did you hear something, Zel?

Zelda: (Nods) Yeah. I thought I heard something fall over.

(Peter feverishly tries to pry the back panel off the machine in an attempt to figure out just what it does.)

Alex: I'm not ready to stop enjoying myself just yet, but if we hear it again, we'll take a look.

Zelda: I'm having fun, too. It's probably just a mouse or something.

*Alex smirks as his fingers snake lower over Micky's abdomen.*

Micky: *whimpers* No, don't!

Peter: (He peers out from behind the computer...and pulls back in immediately) That wasn't nice.

Mike: Damn it... (Davy has to grab his arm this time to keep him from storming into the room)

Zelda: (Looks at the machine) Woo, you're burying the needle!

Alex: *smirks* Thank you! *his fingers move lower*

*Micky gasps and turns his head away from Alex as a few tears spill over.*

Peter: (Leans out again; his eyes widen) Oh my GOD. (Makes one of his arrows appear in a soft blue light) That's it. (He stabs the arrow into the machine. As he does, we switch to the front, where the monitor goes blank.)

Zelda: (Sees it; frowns) Huh? Alex, take a look at this! The computer crapped out on us!

Alex: *turns; eyes widen* What happened!? *forgets about Micky and goes to the machine; starts typing on the keyboard* It's DEAD!

Peter: (Finally comes out of hiding, his new crossbow at the ready) So are you, Alex.

Alex: Bard!

Peter: Yeah, me. What are you doing to Micky, Alex? What's with this machine?

Alex: *smirks* I got a feeling you know what I was doing to him. It's as simple as that. That machine was merely for logging results to be perused later.

Peter: Why would you need to peruse them later?

Mike: (Steps into the room, carrying his new Diamond Sword; Davy follows him with his rapier) 'Cause he's a damn pervert, that's why.

Alex: *shrugs* Thought that was obvious.

Peter: Alex, I thought I told you to go easy on those nightmares you were giving Micky. I know you enjoy them, but the poor guy needs some rest!

Alex: All the better time to send the nightmares! You do realize that my plan is to make him crack, right? How am I supposed to do that if I don't take advantage of the most opportune times to send my lovely nightmares?

Mike: Crack? I'll show you crack, you little bastard! (He starts towards Alex, sword at the ready, but Peter steps between him and Alex)

Peter: Why do you want him to crack? Why pick on him? Why not Michael, or me?

Mike: (Mutters) Don't give him ideas.

Alex: He's been a big part of keeping your little group together. Besides, I'm the evil brother, hence I must be evil to my brother.

Peter: Another way to break us apart.

Alex: Bingo.

Mike: (Growls) 'Cause Mick's the peacekeeper.

Alex: *folds his arms* Pretty smart, huh?

Mike: Would have been smarter if you hadn't done it every other day. We didn't start figurin' out it was more than nightmares until you started doin' more of them.

Alex: *shrugs* So I got a little impatient. *nods his head toward Micky, who whimpers every so often; smirks* But I done good.

Peter: (Sends an arrow over Alex's head, so close that it parts his curls; lands in the wall behind the computer) Next time Alex, I won't miss. Let Micky go, and leave him alone.

Mike: Yeah, before I MAKE you. I'm feelin' a lot more up to fightin' now.

Alex: *yelps* Watch it with those things!

*Alex lets rip with a two-finger whistle bringing in a whole bunch of handmaidens.*

Mike: Oh good. I'm up to playin' with these ladies now.

Peter: So am I.

Davy: Me too!

Mike: Davy, get Micky offa there and see what you can do 'bout revivin' him. Pete (grins), let's go.

Davy: Right! *heads for the table*

Peter: Sounds good to me! (He aims his arrows at one of the women as "Long Title: Do I Have To Do This All Over Again?" begins. When it hits her, instead of killing her, it turns her into a butterfly) Wow! Cool!

*Davy stops at the table and lightly pats Micky's cheek, trying to revive him. Micky turns his face away. Davy frowns and unties him.*

*Alex goes to the machine and tries to get it to restart.*

Mike: Uh-uh-uh, Alex. You ain't havin' any more fun with this thing. (He slams his sword into the monitor, shattering it into a billion pieces)

Alex: *wails* NOOOOOOOOO!!

(Peter shoots a handmaiden who is reaching for Davy. She turns into a ladybug!)

Mike: (Points his sword at Alex) If that don't tell you I'm serious, nothin' does. Leave the kid ALONE, Alex. Or I'm sure we can find a third machine to blow into smithereens.

Alex: *backs away* All right, all right, fine.

Peter: (Turns his arrow to Zelda) How'd you like to be a daisy or a butterfly?

Zelda: *puts her hands up* No thanks!

Mike: We mean it, Alex. Lay off Mick. Or else.

Peter: We've had enough of all of you for a while.

Alex: Fine! I'll lay off him.

Mike: Good. (He keeps the sword out) Davy, do you have Mick? Pete, make sure Zelda doesn't try anythin' funny.

Peter: No problem. (Keeps his crossbow trained on Zelda)

Davy: *pulls Micky off the table* Yeah, I got 'im, though 'e's a lot worse for wear.

Mike: We'll help him when we get outta here. Ok boys, concentrate. (There's a blue light around all four; when it subsides, they're gone)

Zelda: (Groans) Well, this is a fine kettle of fish!

Alex: *folds his arms* If the seriously think I'm not gonna send any more nightmares, they've got another thing coming.

Zelda: As much as I hate to say it, the Bard was right about one thing. As much fun as this is, maybe we'd better lay off the nightmares for now. (Smirks) At least until they think we've given it up.

Alex: I suppose so. Give them a false sense of hope. *smirks* I like that. *drapes an arm around Zelda* Wanna go have some fun, babe?

Zelda: Sure! The Savage stoked my appetite.

Alex: Let’s go take care of our appetites, then.

*We fade out of the two Devils leaving the room, arms wrapped around each other. We fade back in on the guest room in the Montgomery House.*

(All four guys appear roughly as they'd been in the devils' room.)

Mike: (Makes his sword disappear) Mick, how are you feelin', buddy?

Peter: (Makes his crossbow disappear) Micky, do you need anything?

Micky: *cracks his eyes open* I feel horrible. *pulls away from Davy and flops down face-first on the bed.*

Davy: Mick, you're gonna smothah yourself if you don't turn your 'ead.

Peter: We're here for you, Mick.

Mike: Yeah. We licked that jerk. He ain't gonna try anythin' for a long time.

Micky: *does turn his head; looks about ready to cry* That was almost funny.

Peter: (Pats Micky's back) Do you want us to let you alone, so you can sleep?

Micky: Yeah...no...I don't know...

Davy: Would you like some clothes, mate?

Micky: *shoots Davy a look, a ghost of a grin appearing* Stop tryin' to make me laugh!

(Mike and Peter can't help it - they laugh anyway.)

Davy: *shrugs* That's wot you'd do for us.

Micky: *sighs and sits up; takes a few deep breaths* Yeah. Yeah, I would.

Mike: Let's get you some clothes, then. The girls and the kids should be back from gettin' ice cream soon.

Micky: *nods* Thanks.

Mike: Yeah, man. We can't have them seein' those skinny legs and askin' where the toothpicks are!

Peter: (Laughs) Michael!

*Micky gives a slight smile.*

Davy: That one almost got 'im!

Mike: We'll get him there yet. If I can get out of the shit the devils do to us, so can you, Mick.

Peter: That's right. Remember, you're not the only one the devils have targeted lately.

Micky: *nods* I know.

Mike: And as soon as we can get the kids down, you're gonna get some sleep.

Peter: So you'll be bright and fresh and ready to be our peacemaker in the morning.

Mike: 'Cause we really need him.

Peter: Like we need our whole group.

Micky: *quietly* Oh, I hope so... *smiles*

Davy: We found 'im! *jumps on the bed next to Micky, hugging him*

Micky: DAVE! *swats at him* Get away from me, man! At least until I get some clothes!

Peter: (As he and Mike burst into laughter) You two! (He reaches around both guys and hugs them) I've so missed doing this!

Mike: Uh, I'll just stay here and laugh 'til I fall over. (He does so)

Micky: *still laughing* Wait, that's not fair! *emerges from the pile on the bed and runs over to hug Mike*

Davy: Where's a camera when you really need one?

Peter: (Makes a camera appear in a blue light) Here we go!

Mike: (Squawks) MICKY!

Davy: Quick, Petah!

Micky: *hugs Mike with one arm and uses the other to give him bunny ears* Take the picture!

(We end as the camera flashes...capturing the looks on the faces of the surprised and annoyed Mike and the tired but delighted Micky for all time.)