*We open the day after the attack at Arizona in the Beach Cave. We see Micky sitting at a work bench, working on a project.*

Mike: (Walks in with Black Beauty; starts) Oh, hi Mick. I was gonna do some song work to clear my head. (Grins) Maybe I could help you instead. (Puts Black Beauty aside and sits next to Micky) What'cha workin' on?

Micky: Couple sets of plans for new equipment, the security system. Actually, it'd be a shorter list to tell you what I'm NOT working on.

Mike: Yeah. The security system's a big one. It may take a while before Sheila and Alex find us again, but I suspect they WILL find us.

Micky: I'm pretty positive of it, so we just have to be ready for them. *shrugs*

Mike: What about the equipment? (He looks over the plans)

Micky: *points at a different set of plans for each item* New communicators, monitors, weapons, spy gear...

Mike: (Looks at the communicators) Communicator phones?

Micky: Yup. Like a cross between a walkie talkie and a telephone.

Mike: (Nods) Easier to put in our pockets and purses than watches or the pocket communicators.

Micky: Right.

Mike: What kinda weapons you workin' on? (He looks over the plans)

Micky: I'm trying to expand on the ray guns, for one, plus trying to think up other non-lethal weapons. Not an easy task.

Mike: Hey, what happened to that gun you had a couple of years back that zapped Sheila's energy good? I didn't see it too often after that.

Micky: I had it with me another time after that, but when I went to use it, nothing. It got busted somehow.

Mike: Yeah. We've gotta work on the weapons and instruments to make sure they withstand devil attack. Hey, do you have that mini radar the girls used to find us when we were lost in the desert after the Utah concert last year?

Micky: *taps another plan* New radar. *shakes his head* Lost that one.

Mike: Damn. The big one and small one were in the old cave.

Micky: *sighs* Mike, we lost 95% of what we had when we lost the old cave. The only thing I can do is shoot higher and figure out how to protect our stuff should something like that happens again, or if the security system fails for whatever reason.

Mike: (Nods) Maybe I can help you. We need to create a protected storage unit for our smaller stuff, like your chemistry set and the smaller vehicles, and to figure out a way to make the larger items stronger.

Micky: Any help is greatly appreciated. *rubs the bridge of his nose* Anything that can fend off the headaches of being the inventor is accepted with open arms.

Mike: Well, first of all, we need to build a very strong room for when we get you a new chemistry set.

Micky: Yeah.

Mike: You know, this might be an opportunity. I've been thinkin' of talkin' to you about updatin' the radar not only to cover a wider area, but to keep an eye on all of us. (Makes a face) Maybe we could have avoided some of the trouble with Pete if we knew where he was.

Micky: *nods* I've been thinking along the same lines.

Mike: And we need larger monitors, so we can see more of the picture.

Micky: I was thinking of 42 inch screens.

Mike: That sounds good. The security system needs a major updating, too. We need a way to circumvent devil magic the moment they imagine themselves in here...or maybe even stop their powers before they get in.

Micky: It's just that even with help, it's gonna take a long while to put a decent dent into this long to do list.

Mike: (Shrugs) Rome wasn't built in a day, Mick, and neither's a superhero's hide-out.

Micky: *rests his chin in one hand* I just wonder if they had the constant headaches.

Mike: Mick, are you feelin' well? You really took a beatin' yesterday.

Micky: Truthfully? Not really. I thought I'd take a crack on at least working on the plans. I just keep...my thoughts just keep wandering.

Mike: Back to yesterday?

Micky: Not really, just kinda all over. A little bit before you came in, I was looking over the plan for the ray guns, and then I was trying to decide on Christmas decorations, then I was thinking about what to do for New Year's...

Mike: Whoa, Mick, whoa! I'm always tellin' this to Em, too. Let's concentrate on one thing at a time here. We're nowhere NEAR Christmas! Let's get workin' on the monitor and the stuff we'll really need first.

Micky: Nah, I think it was just getting clobbered yesterday. By the way, how's my bruise looking? I didn't feel like looking at it in the mirror this morning so I brushed my teeth turned away from it. And, yes, that also explains my not shaving.

Mike: Mick, the girls are lucky we got up this mornin'. I think Pete's still in bed. (Checks Micky's head) It's still big, but it does look better than it did yesterday.

Micky: That's good. *sighs* That, and it doesn't QUITE feel like my head's gonna explode anymore.

Mike: That's USUALLY a good sign.

Micky: Yeah, I just can't think straight, that's all. *gathers up the plans; half grin* Okay, Mike, gimme your best shot. I'm wide open.

Mike: Best shot?

Micky: When I said I can't think straight... *frowns* I take it you're not doing much better than I am.

Mike: (Shakes his head) No. My head feels like pea soup.

Micky: Then we make a good pair. *shoves the plans to the far end of the work bench. He concentrates and makes a glass of water and aspirin appear. He takes the aspirin and washes them down with the water.*

Mike: I may need some of that later.

Micky: I feel like that's been my whole diet the last two days. Wait, it HAS been my diet the last two days. *frowns* It probably hasn't helped that I really haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday.

Mike: You?

Micky: Yes, me. I just haven't been hungry yet.

Mike: You know, one of the things Em's been insistin' we add to the Cave Complex is a kitchen for when we're here and feel like eatin'. (Grins) Did that refrigerator get in yet?

Micky: *jerks a thumb* Yeah, it's back there. There's some stuff in it.

Mike: Let's raid it, before the girls show up and complain we've been eatin' on the sly.

Micky: *makes a face* You go ahead, Mike. I'm still not feeling up to it.

Mike: Are you SURE you're ok, Mick? Are you gettin' sick? (He puts his hand on Micky's forehead)

Micky: *frowns* I don't know. Maybe I am.

Mike: Maybe I ought to take your temperature.

Micky: *shrugs* Go ahead.

Mike: Ok Mick, open your mouth and say "ahh."

(Mike makes a thermometer appear.)

Micky: *opens his mouth* Ahhh.

Mike: Here 'ya go. (Sticks the thermometer in Micky's mouth) Remember, it has to stay in there for ten minutes. (Grins) I've always wanted to plug up that black hole of yours.

*Micky makes a negative sound while keeping his mouth firmly closed.*

Lauren: *calls out* Hello? Guys?

Emma: Boys?

Mike: (As Emma and Lauren walk into the Cave) Hey, girls. What'cha doin' here?

Emma: Looking for you!

Lauren: Yeah. *sees Micky with the thermometer* What's going on?

Mike: Micky still ain't feelin' well, and I'm wonderin' if he got the flu again.

Lauren: Oh dear. *puts the back of her hand to Micky's forehead* Doesn't feel too bad, but there is a little warmth from the bruise.

Emma: And he doesn't look nearly as pale as when you guys were sick, just black and blue.

Lauren: Hopefully, it's just a cold, if it is something. *pulls up a chair* So, what were you two doing?

Mike: (Sits down next to Micky) Tryin' to figure out what needs workin' on first.

Emma: On the Cave?

Mike: Yeah. Most of our stuff needs to be updated or replaced.

Lauren: Any ideas on that?

*Micky nods.*

Mike: (Takes the thermometer out of Micky's mouth and reads it; shakes his head) Only slightly above normal. Mick, I think Lauren's right. You just have a bad cold.

Micky: Well, that's good.

Mike: Girls, Mick and I were just tryin' to figure out what needs to be done first. There's just so MUCH.

Emma: Well, we need to get the monitor working again, and find a place for the chemistry set and vehciles.

Lauren: Yeah, those are the most important.

Micky: We did figure on a separate room for the chemistry set. *pauses, to Lauren* By the way, babe, we need laundry detergent.

Lauren: *blinks* Huh?

Mike: Mick, didn't we talk 'bout focusin'?

Micky: *shakes his head* Sorry. It's feeling like a slot machine up there.

Mike: If I pull your arm (grabs his hand), will I get three lemons across?

Micky: No, *holds up a fist* but you might get this across your mouth.

Mike: Is the cold makin' someone testy?

Emma: Leave him alone, honey. You both had a very long day yesterday.

Lauren: Em's right. Matter of fact, we ALL had a very long day yesterday.

Micky: *mutters* I'll give you testy.

Emma: Guys, don't start. As a matter of fact, this might not be a bad time to discuss yesterday and what this means for us.

Mike: I never want to think about yesterday ever again.

Micky: *shakes his head* Not especially.

Emma: First of all, what Micky said yesterday was true. We need to stick together more.

Lauren: Because more often then not, that's how someone gets into trouble.

Emma: We need to keep better tabs on everyone. That's how we got into this whole mess with Peter. Even if you don't keep the musical group together and do other projects, we need to at least keep in fairly frequent contact.

Mike: (Sighs) More than fairly frequent. I really feel lousy about what happened with Peter. I swear, I will keep that promise I made to him 'bout gettin' together and workin' on songs. I sorta missed doin' that with him.

Emma: Maybe we need to do something with the communicators that will allow us to keep actual tabs on each other, instead of just feelings and instinct.

Mike: What do you mean?

Emma: (Turns to Micky) Do you think we could rig the communicators to have some sort of signal that would let us know where the others are, or some kind of mini-radar?

Micky: I think I can figure something out.

Mike: And maybe we could give them stronger shells, too. They need to resist not only breaking, but water. Mick, didn't you tell me Little Mick dropped your communicator in the toilet once?

Micky: Yeah. I managed to fish it out, but...

Mike: Katie actually tried to flush mine. I'm glad I caught her before she reached the handle.

Emma: We're going to need the big monitor up and running soon, too. Now that you boys are spending less time in the studio, I think we should all spend more time on the field.

Mike: Mann....

Emma: If this last disaster with Peter proved nothing else to me, it's that we're all out of practice, especially you boys. Now that you're not in the studio as often and the specials seem to have ground to a halt, it's time we worked on the other side of the Monkees.

Lauren: No kidding.

Mike: But...

Emma: Don't BUT me, Michael Nesmith. Do you want to lose another one of us - or Ursula - to the devils?

Mike: No, but...

Emma: Do you know how close we came to losing Ursula? As you've said several times honey, if we lose Urse, it's all over.

Mike: Em...

Emma: Mike, don't start. We need this. A good round of superhero work will not only hone our skills, but get us working together again as a team. (Makes a face) Besides, I don't think you have anything better to do.

(Mike just scowls.)

Lauren: And it'll help you guys focus. *waves her hands in front of Micky's face*

Micky: *blinks* What?

Emma: It'll help me focus, too. I can never finish a story because I can never focus on one idea long enough to finish it.

Mike: Hey Mick, you in there?

Emma: (Makes a glass of orange juice appear) Maybe this will help, Mick.

Micky: *takes the juice* Thank you. *downs the whole glass*

Lauren: It's gotta be a concussion.

Emma: Which reminds me. As soon as we finish here, I really do think you two should see a doctor...and Peter needs to see a therapist.

Mike: Em...

Micky: I'll go.

Emma: Don't, Mike. If Micky's still worthless from that concussion, there's something wrong, and you were banged up pretty well too, Mr. Nesmith.

Mike: But...

Emma: No, Mike. I really think you both need to go. (Looks at her watch) And maybe we'd better take you now. Davy and Daphne have the kids who are awake while Valerie and Peter sleep in.

Micky: Wanna go...

Lauren: It's definitely necessary if Mick's actually ASKING to go.

Emma: And you're going too, if only to take a look at your head.

Mike: Eeemmm....

Emma: Don't EEEEEMMMM me! You and Mick both went through hell yesterday and barely came out walking. You're lucky we didn't send you to the hospital yesterday!

Lauren: Yeah, we gave both of you the benefit of the doubt.

Emma: (She takes Mike's arm) Let's go. We'll take Lauren's car. Ursula had trauma of her own yesterday.

*Micky stands with Lauren willingly. She wraps an arm around his waist.*

Mike: I hate hospitals.

Emma: (She firmly takes Mike's wrist) So do I, but you two were both battered to a pulp yesterday.

Mike: Eeemmm... (She drags him out before we can hear any more)

Lauren: Come on, Mick. Let’s go have the doc make you feel better.

Micky: Please...

*We fade as they head out of the Beach Cave.*