Ok, everyone ready to find out what Shelia and Alex have planned for the guys? ;) >:)

Mike: No.

Peter: Nothing TOO bad, right? :o

Micky: That doesn't sound too promising.

Davy: Not at all, man. :p

(We open with a long shot of a small plane in the air. The camera then cuts to inside the plane. Mike is at the controls, muttering to himself. Peter sits next to him, looking worried. :( :p)

*Micky, looking a little pale, sits turned away from the window, even though the window is covered with a piece of cardboard. Davy flips through a magazine, sitting across from Micky.*

Mike: Ok, guys, we should be comin' up on the airfield soon. Everyone ok back there...other than the obvious? ;)

Davy: Just fine, mate.

Micky: Ehhh... :P

Mike: Mick, is Lauren feelin'...ok? Em's a little grumpy, but she's really concentratin' on somethin'.

Peter: Valerie's just scared and worried. :(

Micky: *frowns* I don't know. I'm not really getting anything. It's kinda hazy. :P

Mike: (He suddenly gasps and clutches his chest with one hand) I...I...can't...breathe! Holy...sh..shit! :o

Peter: (Horrified) MICHAEL! (The plane starts to dip a little)

Mike: Breathe...Em...dark...can't...breathe... :o

Davy: What the 'ell? :-/

Peter: Michael, are you ok? :o

Mike: (As he regains his breath...and his hold on the plane) Y...yeah, I'm ok now. Just...somethin' was stifflin' Em. She was hot and sweaty and she couldn't breathe. It was like someone was suffocatin' her. :o :(

Peter: Oh, my GOD! :o

Mike: She's all right now...(smiles)..in fact, she's much better. The stiffin' musta broken Alex's hold over her.

Micky: And all I'm still getting is haze. :P

Mike: Either Alex still has Lauren, or she's just getting over whatever he gave her in the first place. :p

Micky: Either way, I don't like it. :P

Mike: Ok, guys, we should be arrivin' at airfield any minute. (Mike pulls the plane under the clouds) Everyone holdin' on?

Micky: *mutters* More than you know.

Mike: Hey, Davy, how's Daph feelin'?

Davy: She's fine, actually. I 'aven't really felt anything odd.

Mike: At least someone's feelin' all right. Em's ok, just really angry and a bit sorry.

(We cut to outside the plane as the boys travel just under the clouds...which suddenly turns into sunshine.)

Mike: Huh? This isn't on any of the radio reports. It was supposed to be cloudy all day!

Peter: (Shrugs) I guess someone just wanted sunshine. :)

Davy: Yeah...

(Suddenly, it begins to snow lightly. Mike frowns.)

Mike: Where did THAT come from?

Micky: *peeks out he window* Uh, guys, the weather shouldn't be doing things like this... :P

(The sun comes out again...and then we get clouds and light rain.)

Mike: What the... ? :-/

(The rain ends, and we get a lovely sunset. :) )

Peter: Oh, that's beautiful! :D

(The sky then clouds and it snows lightly...and then becomes heavier again. Mike growls and tightens his grip on the plane's steering wheel.)

Mike: Ok, now this is just gettin' ridiculous! :p

Davy: This is crackahs! :P

(Just as suddenly, the snow stops.)

Peter: Oh, thank goodness! :)

Micky: *wide-eyed* What the hell?! :-/

(The wind, however, suddenly picks up, and the small craft starts to bounce again. Mike is having a hard time keeping control of it.)

Mike: Hold on, guys. We seem to be goin' through some turbulence! :p X(

Micky: *groans* Just what I was afraid of. :P

Peter: (Grips the handles of his seat) No kidding! :o

Davy: We're 'olding, but Mick's startin' to turn green back 'ere! :p ;)

Micky: *weakly* Am not. :P

(The wind subsides a bit...but we get heavy rain, thunder, and lightning.)

Peter: Oh, man, we shouldn't be up here in this! :o

Micky: *yells* No shit! :P

Mike: It wasn't LIKE this a second ago! I wish whoever is playin' with the weather would just cut the hell out! X( :p

(The rain and wind suddenly stops, and the sun comes out again.)

Mike: Ok, what was THAT all about?

Peter: I have no idea. I know there are strange weather phenomenon out there...but all at the same time? :-/

Micky: It isn't possible, but it happened!

Mike: That was one of the strangest things that ever happened to us...and given some of the stuff that's happened to us, that's sayin' a lot. (As the airfield appears on the radar) Ok, boys, we're comin' in for a landin'! Everyone put their seats in their upright position and put their trays up! ;)

Micky: *mutters* As long as I don't have to put my head between my knees and kiss my ass goodbye. ;)

*Davy snorts.* ;)

Peter: Mick, Michael isn't THAT bad! :p

Mike: Thank you, Peter.

*Micky sticks his tongue out.*

(The plane comes in for a landing at the airfield. It's now just a little cloudy and cold. The hatch opens, and Mike comes off first, followed by Peter.)

*Micky and Davy follow shortly behind.*

Mike: Hello? Anyone there? (Frowns) There's something wrong, guys. I got no signal from the control tower.

Peter: No one responded when we told them we were landing! :o

Mike: I think we ought to split up and find out if everyone's ok. (Puts a hand on his stomach) I have a real nasty feelin' that someone may have wrecked a bit of havoc here. :p

Micky: No, really? ;) :P

Mike: Come on. We'll split up and search the area.

*Each of the guys goes off in a different direction. The camera follows Micky as he cuts past a hangar, towards a wooded area between the airfield and the edge of the town.*

Micky: *to himself* Man, I don't like this. The freaky weather OR the way I feel. :P

*He starts into the brush, pushing branches aside where needed.*

Micky: At least this way I'll get back to the town quicker.

(Noises rustle in the underbrush all around Micky. The clouds continue to circle, and as the dusk settles, it grows darker.)

Micky: Aw, geez. This is starting to look like some of the horror flicks I've seen. :P

(Long shadows are cast over the gloomy forest. Owls and squirrels...and other, unidentified, sounds...are heard in the distance.)

Micky: *shivers subconsciously* I don't like this. Something's gonna jump out and attack me. I'll scream, and no one'll hear me, just like in the movies. :P ;)

(A long, curly-locked shadow is seen in the trees, along with a more elegant one. They don't jump out, but quietly step onto the path in front of Micky - Shelia and Alex. >:) )

Micky: *stops abruptly, seeing the shadows, but not recognizing them...yet; gulps* Shadows...uh oh... *looks around worriedly*

Shelia: (Steps further out, followed by Alex) Hello, Micky. Fancy seeing you here. >:)

Micky: Damn. Okay, you know, I should've really seen this coming, you two being out here. *points at Alex* He's seen the same crappy horror movies I have, so of course this would turn out to be just like them. *narrows his eyes and puts his fists up* Alright you two, I know you've done something to Lauren, and damned if I ain't gonna put up SOME kind of fight. X-(

Alex: *glances at Shelia* He sounds a bit delirious, Milady. ;)

Shelia: Why do you think we've done something to your Lauren, Micky?

Micky: Well, let’s see. Alex is still basically me, and I know that if I was him, I'd go after her.

Alex: *smirks* That's not the only reason. ;) >:)

Shelia: Well, we HAD her...but it's not her we're after at the moment. ;) >:)

Micky: "Had?" *pauses* Oh, shit. *takes up his fighting stance again* Alright, evil twin, lets duke this out, mano a mano. ;)

Alex: How can I pass up such a request? ;)

Shelia: I'll just let you boys do your big, manly thing. ;) (She steps out of their way)

*Alex moves to stand opposite Micky and matches his stance exactly. They circle each other. Micky swings a punch aimed at Alex's jaw, but he grabs Micky's fist before it connects.*

Alex: Look what I found, a fist! *tights his grab and twists Micky's arm, making him go down on his knees*

Micky: Gah...dammit, I forgot you'd know what I'd do. :P ;)

Alex: Seems your thinking is a bit hazy, hmm? Channeling in on Lauren a bit too much? *evil grin*

Micky: Bastard. :P X-(

Alex: Thank you. *swings his free hand, connecting his fist with Micky's jaw, knocking him over; Micky is out cold* That was too easy.

Shelia: Very good, Alex. I only hope it's this easy to capture the others. (She puts out her hands; a snow globe appears...but all that's in it is snow, no little trinkets or pictures for the snow to fall on) Alex, darling, would you complete my snowglobe? >:) ;)

Alex: *evil grin* Gladly... >:)

(Alex holds out the snow globe, and there's a dark light. Micky disappears, but we don't see enough of the snow globe in the dark to find out what's in there...or where Micky went.)

Shelia: Shall we collect the others? ;) >:)

Alex: Let’s, though I don't think the others will be nearly as fun. ;) >:)

(Cut to behind the plane. Peter runs down the airstrip, looking under and around the various small aircraft.)

Peter: Hello? Is anyone home? (Shivers) Man, I'm scared! I don't like this! This place has a really strange aura! I think (gulps) THEY'RE here! (He turns around) I've got to tell Mike! (Starts to run back towards the plane the Monkees arrived in) Mike! Mike! I think I know what happened! They're...

(Two figures block Peter's way to the plane. Shelia and Alex smirk, Alex holding a snow globe.)

Alex: Well, well. >:)

Peter: (Gasps) I was right! It's you! What did you do to all the people in the control tower? :o :(

Shelia: Oh, they're all right. They're feeling a bit groggy and tied-up at the moment. Drugs and a bit of wire and string do wonders. ;) >:)

Peter: You must have hurt Emma and Lauren somehow, too. You tried to suffocate Emma! Mike couldn't breathe in the plane! :o

Alex: How very perceptive. ;)

Peter: Are the girls ok? What have you done with them? :o

Shelia: They're all right for now, (mutters) unfortuantly. :p

Peter: (Shakes his head) I've got to tell Michael! He'll call the police, and we'll go see the girls and make sure they really ARE ok! I don't trust you! Micky and Mike's both been feeling weird. Micky's aura was confused and hazy, and Mike said he felt someone corrupt Emma's soul. :o :(

Alex: Sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren't going anywhere. >:)

Peter: I HAVE to tell Michael or Davy! You'll hurt the girls, the kids, the people in the hotel, and US. :o

Shelia: (Gets closer to Peter and reaches for his head) You poor, poor boy. I think you're having a panic attack. Why don't you calm down? ;)

Peter: No! I'm fine! You're just EVIL! (He tries to pull away) Please, don't hurt me! :o :((

(Shelia, however, ignores his pleas and rubs his temples. Peter's eyes cloud over, and he finally slumps in her arms.)

Shelia: You're not going to warn the White Knight, Bard. You're going to stay with us. ;)

Peter: (Whisper) N...no... :(

Shelia: (Finally stops rubbing and allows the panting Peter to fall to the ground on his knees) Complete the snow globe, Alex. ;)

Peter: Wh...what? :o

Alex: Will do, Milady. >:) *once again holds up a snow globe*

Peter: (As Alex closes in on him with the snowglobe, he pulls back gently, but he's too weak to go far) Oh...oh man, no... :o

*Cut to Davy. Davy heads for the tower, hoping to find out why they received no response from them earlier. He goes in the main door and enters the lobby, only to find it empty.*

Davy: *stops and frowns* Odd.

(Two very familiar figures step out of the shadows in the lobby. The taller of the two holds another snow globe.)

Shelia: Well, hello there, Lord of the Manor. ;) >:)

Alex: Fancy meeting you here. >:)

Davy: Doesn't this figah? Just wot are you two up to this time?

Shelia: Just here on some PPF business (nods at the snow globe) and to work on my snow globe collection. I find them facinating, don't you? A weather phenomeon in a circle of glass. (Sighs at the globe Alex holds) This one isn't complete, though. There's nothing for the snow to fall on. It needs something to add to the scene. ;)

Alex: How would you like to help us out with that? >:)

Shelia: (Goes to Davy and fingers his chin) And I wouldn't worry about the rest of your friends, male OR female. They're helping us out, too. ;)

Alex: *nods* That's right. ;)

Davy: *moves away* You're not fooling me at all! What've you done to them?

Shelia: Would you like to find out? ;)

(Shelia reaches for Davy's head, but he ducks away from her grasp. She growls. X( )

Davy: Oh no you don't! You're not gonna get me that easily! :P

Alex: Perhaps the direct approach isn't the right way with him. :P

Shelia: Would YOU like to handle him? He certainly isn't cooperating for ME. :p X(

Alex: We'll just have to use force again. ;)

Shelia: By all means. ;)

*Alex hands the snowglobe to Shelia and approaches Davy.*

Alex: It seems today's the day for being hard-headed. Now, why don't you just work with us and make it easier on yourself? >:)

Davy: You're crackahs, you know that?

Alex: You try to be nice... *swings his left hand, fisted, which Davy ducks, but Alex brings his right up in an uppercut; connects with Davy's jaw and he goes sprawling* No problem. *buffs his knuckles on his chest* I'm really glad I had a chance to work with that punching bag. ;) >:)

Shelia: Nice work, luv. (Goes to Davy, who is just starting to come to after being hit, rubbing his jaw) It's your turn now, little Lord of the Manor. Come to me... (we see a black light, and Davy disappears)

(Cut to Mike, who wanders around the airplane hangar. Crates and boxes of plane equipment, parts, and tools sit on shelves, make-shift plywood tables, and stacked on the floor. Mike shivers as he walks around.)

Mike: Hello? Is anyone there? (Puts a hand over his stomach) Oh, man, it's getting worse. They've gotta be here! (Louder) Shelia? Alex, if you're here, quit playin' games and come out! X(

(As Mike makes his way over to one of the larger of the small aircraft in the hangar, two figures step out of the shadows. Mike growls and immediately makes his broadsword appear in a dark blue light.)

Mike: You two. What are you up to now? What did you to do the people who run this airfield? (Roar) WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WIFE? X(

Shelia: (Makes a face) Last we knew, she was fine. (Mutters) More fine than I'd prefer. :p

Mike: You did SOMETHIN' to her! I felt her suffocatin', panicin'. She couldn't BREATHE! X(

Shelia: (Smirks) Why do you care about her now, my Knight? You really should be more concerned about yourself and your comrades at the moment. (She reaches for his head as he lowers his sword...but he shoves her away so hard, she goes flying into a crate of airplane parts)

Mike: I ain't foolin', Shelia. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY WIFE? She's the one I want! She ain't the one who took Sir Robert away from you...and I ain't Sir Robert, for that matter. :p

Alex: *growls* Bad move. X-(

Shelia: Alex, handle him! (Softens a little) But don't hurt him. Just...weaken him.

Alex: No problem, Milady.

Mike: (Brandishes his broadsword) You ain't got the guts, you skinny little fourth-rate Dolenz imitation. ;) :p X(

Alex: Fourth-rate? *snaps his fingers; Mike's broadsword disappears* X-(

Mike: (Growls) Why you... (Smirks) Oh, sorry, I didn't mean that. Fifth-rate. ;)

Shelia: Alex, don't let him get to you. :p

Alex: *fuming* Too late. :P X-( ;)

(Mike and Alex circle each other as "Hollywood" begins, their fists ready in boxer stances.)

(Mike ducks Alex's ready swing and aims a short uppercut at his jaw.)

*Alex dodges the uppercut and aims a jab to Mike's gut.*

(Mike doubles over, grabbing the wing of a plane for support. :o )

*Alex grins and aims another punch for Mike's jaw.*

(Mike lifts his knee hard into Alex's...sensitive parts. ;) )

*Alex doubles over, gasping for breath.* :P

(Mike grabs a long steel tube and knocks Alex down with it, then tries to run for a ham radio on one of the tables.)

*Alex glances up, his eyes narrowing. A black light surrounds the radio, and it disappears.*

(Mike angrily grabs the steel tube again, running behind one of the planes as Alex follows him with another steel tube. They jump on top of one of the planes and duel with the tubes. It's not an easy fight; the plane is wobbly and narrow.)

*Alex swings his tube at Mike's knees, but Mike dodges.* X-(

(Shelia waves her hands. There's a black light around a piece of machinery, which knocks into Mike, temporarily stunning him. She nods at Alex and indicates the crates and tools. >:) )

*Alex goes up to Mike and shoves him off the plane, sending him into a pile of crates.* X-( ;)

(Mike tries to stand again, but is pummled by more plane parts, which knock him back into the pile.)

Mike: N...no...damn it... X( :o

Alex: Stay down! X-(

Shelia: Damn you, White Knight, MUST you be so stubborn? Finish him, Alex! X(

Alex: *brings the snowglobe up to Mike* In you go, White Knight! *there's a black light, and Mike disappears*

(The camera focuses on the snow globe in Alex's hand. We see Mike get to his knees inside the globe and look around. He opens his mouth, but nothing is heard. He concentrates. There's a dark blue light, but it does nothing, and he remains in the globe, much to his shock and dismay. :( :o )

(Mike makes his way through the "snow" and bangs as hard as he can on the glass. His mouth moves, but we hear nothing.)

Shelia: Good work, Alex. That was the last one. (Sighs) I wish we didn't have to put the Knight in the snow globes, but it's only temporary until we can round up ALL the Guardians. :p

Alex: *nods* Thank you, Milady.

(Mike shakes his head, kicking and pounding on the glass as hard as he can; dark blue light fills the snow globe, but nothing happens.)

Shelia: I'm sorry we had to do that, luv, but it's the only way we can keep all four of you out of trouble until we have the whole lot of you.

(Mike glares at Alex, mouthing nasty words and pounding on the glass and kicking up the fake "snow." X( )

Shelia: I suppose you enjoyed that last one most of all? :p

Alex: Definitely. He pissed me off. :P X-(

(Mike growls...or looks like he does, since we can't hear him.)

Shelia: This was one of your most brilliant ideas yet, Alex luv!

Alex: Thank you, Milady, it's appreciated. *holds up the snowglobe to eye level* I really prefer them this way. >:)

Shelia: Their powers - verbal and Imagination - can't get through the glass?

Alex: Not at all. And he's trying his hardest. ;)

(Watches as Alex shakes the snow globe; Mike falls on his knees amid the storm, cringing and groaning.)

Alex: *grins* Don't like that, do you, White Knight? >:) ;)

Shelia: And that was a lovely touch! Their powers, mental and physical, weaken every time someone shakes the globe! ;) >:)

Alex: Ain't it, though? ;) >:)

(Mike looks up at the pair and tries to crawl to the glass to pound it, but Alex shakes the globe again, and he falls back, clutching his head and moaning. :o :( )

Alex: Oh, this is too much fun. >:) ;)

Shelia: Shake it again, Alex. I want him tame when I take him to my bed. ;)

(Mike shakes his head, fire briefly returning to his eyes. He lets loose with a series of weak, unheard curses. X( )

*Alex gives the snowglobe another shake, grinning widely.* >:)

(Mike collapses and clutches his head again, his face screwed up in pain. He moans silently.)

Shelia: Let's return to the lodge. I want to work further on our machine, on freezing souls (wicked grin), and on bringing the female Guardians to us. ;) >:)

(Mike only watches them in horror. He weakly goes to the glass and taps on it in an attempt to escape.)

Alex: *gives the globe a final shake* After you, Milady.

(Mike collapses against the glass sides of the globe, exausted. He can only give them glares as the laugh and walk out of the hangar together.)