(We open in the common room. Micky and Lauren pop out from under the blanket again, both with big grins on their faces.)

Lauren: You never cease to amaze me, Mick.

Micky: Yeah. What can I say? I'm good.

Lauren: *shakes her head* Humble, too.

(Suddenly, there's a soft black light. Sheila appears, looking bruised and angry.)

Sheila: Hello, Mother. (Smirks) Warming up the Savage for me?

*Both whip their heads around to the voice.*

Lauren: Back off, Sheila.

Micky: I'm not being warmed up for anyone!

Sheila: Could have fooled me. I think it looks rather comfortable down there.

Micky: For us, yes. For you, no.

Sheila: I've had just about enough of you. Both of you. You're so damn in love, you make me ill.

Micky: *smirks* Good.

Sheila: Where's the others?

Lauren: Around.

Sheila: (Makes a face) There isn't time. Besides, it might be easier if there's fewer of you to take on. (She concentrates; a black light appears around all three of them) We're going to have a little fun in the Ice Cave and see just how much in love you are.

*Groans from Lauren and Micky.*

(The black light fades out on the groans. When it subsides, the common room is empty.)

(Cut to the lobby. Mike and Emma make their way hand-in-hand across the room.)

Emma: I'm so glad you decided to cancel the rest of your sessions for this week and stay here. I've missed you.

Mike: I missed you too, darlin'. Besides, we wouldn't be able to get back in this storm anyway. (He leads over over to the elevator) Shall we head back to our room? I sure could use a rest after all this excitement.

Emma: (Grins) Yeah, we had a great time at the lounge. (Grins) Though I don't imagine we'l be doing much sleeping.

Mike: (Shares her grin) Who said anything about sleeping? (The doors open, and they both duck in)

*The doors close, and the elevator begins its ascent.*

Mike: We should be there any minute. (Turns to Emma) Darlin', I'm sorry about earlier this week. I just want to get my work done. I guess I should have thought about you, too. I did say I'd take this vacation with you.

Emma: (Sighs) Mike, I understand making this album is important to you. I know how you feel about music. I feel the same way about my writing. I just want you to take the time to acknowledge Katie and I, too.

Mike: I will, darlin. (He kisses her on the head) Startin' tonight.

Emma: (Leans into him) Oh, Baby...

Alex: *appears in a soft black light* Oh, puke!

Mike: (Pushes Emma behind him) Alex!

Emma: What are you doing here?

Alex: Going up a couple floors. You?

Mike: What do you want?

Alex: We didn't get to finish earlier.

Mike: What, like freezin' the boys an' me, bruisin' our wives an' scarin' our kids half to death wasn't enough?

Alex: Of course that's not enough! *grins* You know I'm never satisfied...in more ways than one.

Emma: Don't you even think about it.

Mike: If you lay a hand on her...

Alex: I'm gonna cut to the chase. * A black light surrounds all three. They disappear from the elevator.*

(Fade in on the center of the maze cave. Everything is as it was at the end of "Monkees On Ice," up to and including the rutted arena area, the ice sculpture created by the girls and kids, the devils' thrones...and the cage hanging above the arena that holds Micky and Lauren.)

Lauren: *holds onto the side of the cage for dear life* I'm getting a strange sense of deja vu.

Micky: *glances around* They just don't know when to quit.

Sheila: Oh, pipe down, Mother. We're waiting for the others. (As we see a black light) Alex, what took you so long?

Alex: Had to catch an elevator.

Mike: Where...

Emma: The maze cave again.

Alex: Perhaps we should get this moving before they plot an escape.

Sheila: Certainly. Which do you want to take on first?

Mike: Take on?

Micky: I don't like the sound of this.

Alex: *smirks* You have to ask, Milady?

Sheila: Very well. (Concentrates. Mike and Emma disappear in a black light. They reappear in the cage, and Micky and Lauren appear in the arena area.)

*Alex cracks his knuckles.*

Micky: *steps in front of Lauren* I don't know what you have in mind.

Sheila: (Makes her short sword appear) We're merely fighting for souls, Savage. (Looks at Lauren) Same rules as before, only no animals this time. It real tore up the floor.

Emma: You know I'll just step out of the arena again.

Sheila: (Looks up at Emma) Then you risk losing your soul.

Mike: If you two try anythin'...

Micky: Yeah, can't we talk this over or something?

Sheila: What, is the great Italian Savage chicken?

Micky: *makes a face* No, it's just, um...

Alex: *twirls his dagger* He likes to think of himself as a lover, not a fighter. Right, brother?

Micky: *glares at Alex* Don't call me that!

*Alex steps forward. Micky backs up, making Lauren back up.*

Micky: You just wanna get your hands on Lauren again.

Alex: *grins* Guilty.

Micky: I'm not playing this game, so just back off!

Sheila: (She follows Alex) I just want your souls. (Looks up at the cage) And certain people in my bed.

Emma: (Takes Mike's arm) And you're not getting your hands on him, either.

Alex: *makes his dagger disappear* Perhaps...no weapons, then?

Sheila: (Makes her sword disappear) Let's try another tactic.

Mike: What ARE you two up to?

Sheila: (Gets behind Lauren and grabs her) Why don't we have some fun, Mother? We didn't get to take each other on earlier this evening.

Lauren: *struggles* No! Mick!

Micky: Babe! *Alex wraps his arms around him*

Alex: Uh uh uh!

Sheila: (Drags Lauren across the floor) We're going to go back to the hotel, Mother. (Concentrates; suddenly, we see ice shards slowly begin to spread across Lauren's legs) As an ice statue.

Micky: No! *concentrates; the ice shards disappear from Lauren's legs*

Alex: No fair, brother. She's gotta take care of herself!

Sheila: (Growls as she tugs at Lauren) Alex, handle the Savage!

*Alex shifts his grip and rubs at Micky's temples.*

Micky: Gedoff... *starts to slump*

Lauren: MICK!

*Lauren grabs one of Sheila's legs and trips her up. She twists the leg around, flipping Sheila onto her stomach. She holds Sheila's leg under one arm and squats down, putting pressure on Sheila's knee. Sheila's pounds her palms on the ground.*

Sheila: Ow! Ow!

Emma: And she's down for the count!

Mike: Damn. I gotta hand it to Lauren. That looks painful.

Alex: *shoves Micky aside as he slumps* Milady! *pulls Lauren off of Sheila* Naughty, naughty, Babe.

Sheila: Ow. Ow. Big ow. (She lays on the floor) Alex, I don't think I can move.

Alex: *sighs* Stay there, then. I'll take care of the Mother.

Lauren: Oh, yeah, I'm sure you wanna take care of me! *struggles* Let me go!

Sheila: (Barely makes it to her feet) What shall we do to this little one?

Alex: *nuzzles the side of Lauren's face* I think we should... *a black light surrounds Lauren; she stops moving* freeze her for a little while.

Sheila: (Smirks a little) Good. We can put them aside (looks up at the cave) and take on the other two.

Alex: Right. Allow me. *There's a black light inside the cage. Emma and Mike appear on the ground.* Greetings.

(Lauren and Micky appear in the cage now, dazed and muddled.)

Mike: (Growls) Alex, you bastard.

Emma: Don't you even TRY that shit on us.

Alex: What? I'm not allowed to defend myself or my allies?

Mike: You ain't muddlin' ME.

(Mike gives Alex a solid right to the chin.)

Alex: *drops to the ground holding his chin* Ow...damn hard-fisted Texan...

Emma: (She grabs Sheila) I saw what Lauren did to you. I doubt you can move well enough to fend off even me after that!

Sheila: I can move... *gets up, but it's obvious she's in pain* ...just fine...

Emma: No, you're can’t.

Mike: Ok, Alex, I want you and your bitch of a woman to leave us alone and restore our friends or you get much worse. In your family jewels.

Alex: All right, fine. *There's black lights around the Maze. He and Sheila are gone, and so’s the cage. Micky and Lauren sit on the ground, propped up against each other.*

Mike: Wow...they never left when I asked before...

Emma: Don't look a gift devil in the mouth, dear. Let's get out of here.

Mike: Right. (Goes to Micky) You ok, buddy?

Emma: (Goes to Lauren) How about you, sweetie?

Micky: *lifts his head; his eyes show confusion* Huh?

Lauren: *looks around* Who's talking?

Mike: All right, you're not ok.

Emma: We'll get you two some good, stiff drinks at the lounge when we get back.

Micky: ...Stiff... *giggles*

*Lauren chuckles. Her eyes look sleepy.*

Mike: Close enough.

Emma: (Sighs) Let's go. (Concentrate; there's two dark blue lights around the four of them as we fade out on the rapidly darkening cave)