(We open in the snow fields outside the hotel. Micky and Peter, dressed in their warmest clothes, chase each other around with snowballs.)

Micky: Hold still, Peter!

Peter: No way! I don't want to get wetter than I already am! (He throws another snowball at Micky) Duck this!

*The snowball hits Micky in the chest.*

Micky: *laughs* I don't think we CAN get any wetter.

Peter: (Looks at his dripping coat) You probably have a point.

Micky: *Wrings out his coat* Yeah.

Peter: (Looks around) Where ARE we? I don't think we're that close to the hotel.

Micky: Well, we were running an awful lot. Must be farther out than we thought.

Peter: (Looks up at the cloudy sky) Maybe we ought to start getting back. It looks like it may snow again.

Micky: *looks up as well* I think you might be right. *Flurries begin to fall* I'd say you're definitely right.

Peter: Let's get back. The weather is supposed to get pretty bad this evening.

Micky: We'd better get moving.

*The fellas start walking and hit uneven ground. Micky takes another step...and falls out of sight.*

Peter: (Shrieks) MICK! Mick, where are you? (Drops to his knees and digs in the snow) Mick! Micky, speak to me!

*There's a groan from down below.*

Micky: *calls* Pete, I think I found a cave.

Peter: A cave?

Micky: Yeah, and I think I landed wrong. Ow...

Peter: Hold on, Micky! (Peter slides into the place where Micky fell. Cut to a dim room, lit softly by a thousand small ice prisms. Peter lands with a "whoomph" next to a figure with dark curly hair...)

Micky: Hi.

Peter: Hi, Mick. (Whimpers) Ow, that hurt! I can see what you mean.

Micky: Yeah.

Peter: Micky, are you ok? Can you walk? (He rubs his elbow) I don't think I broke anything. I'll just have a nasty bruise on my funny bone.

Micky: Yeah, I can walk, just tweaked my ankle a little. It'll be all right. *pauses* What IS this place?

Peter: I don't know. It seems like some ice cave. It's so familiar...

Micky: Oh no. You don't think this is the SAME ice cave, do you?

Peter: (Eyes widen) You mean...the one where the devils had us earlier?

Micky: Unfortunately. I hope it's a different one.

Peter: Me too. (He helps Micky to his feet) Now, any idea of how to get out of here? Imagine our way out?

Micky: Thanks, Pete. *pauses* Let’s try our powers.

(Peter closes his eyes and concentrates. There's a faint blue light...but when it subsides, the boys are still in the cave.)

Peter: I guess there's still too much Devil magic in this cave.

Micky: Great. This must be the same cave, then.

Peter: Your Imagination Power is stronger than mine. Maybe that'll work?

Micky: I'll try. *Concentrates; there's a slightly darker blue light, but when it clears the boys still remain* Damn.

Peter: (Gulps) We're trapped!

Micky: There has to be another way out.

Peter: Wasn't there a maze? The girls and kids had to go through it...

Micky: We'd better get moving, then.

(There's a blast of cold wind that blows across the ice caves. When the glittering snow subsides, it reveals Sheila and Alex, Sheila in her long, fur-trimmed white gown again, Alex in a snowsuit.)

Peter: (Gulps) Oh...oh god...

Micky: *sighs* Oh crap.

Alex: Well, look what the snow dragged in!

Peter: (Gulps) We didn't mean to find this place!

Micky: Yeah, it was an accident!

Shiela: I'm rather glad you did.

Alex: Me, too.

Micky: Why are you glad, Sheila?

Sheila: I've been in the mood for some fun. It's not easy to find in this frigid country.

Peter: N...no way!

Micky: Not a chance, Sheila!

Alex: Might as well just get on with it, Milady. You know they're gonna fight back.

Sheila: You're right. (She goes to Micky and rubs his head) You take the Bard, Alex.

Peter: (Reaches for Sheila's hands) Don't do that!

Alex: Gladly.

Micky: Noooo...

(Peter jumps back before Alex can try to grab him.)

Alex: Quit moving, Bard!

Peter: I don't want you to muddle ME! Sheila, let Micky go!

Sheila: (As Micky slumps into her arms) No, Bard. I want my fun.

Alex: *shrugs* No can do, Bard.

Peter: What if I challenged you?

Alex: Challenge me?

Peter: Yes, challenged you! You're always challenging us!

Alex: And to WHAT do you want to challenge me?

Peter: We're in an ice cave. How about some ice and snow games, like snowball throwing?

Sheila: (Rolls her eyes) Oh please.

Alex: *folds his arms, smirking* You don't seem to realize that I'm quite good at snowball throwing.

*Micky moans.*

Peter: So am I! I'm from New England, you know.

Sheila: (She settles down in the snow next to one of the thrones, pulling Micky with her) In the meantime...

*Alex smirks.*

Peter: MICKY!

Sheila: Don't worry, Bard. The Savage is in good hands.

Alex: Literally.

Peter: No, he isn't. (Alex grabs his arm before he can start over to Sheila and Micky)

Alex: You'll get your turn, Bard.

Sheila: (She straddles Micky in a heavy blanket on the snow) This could be fun.

*Alex grins, watching Sheila.*

*Micky giggles a little.*

(Shelia picks up a handful of snow and runs it down Micky's neck and back.)

Peter: Stop! Stop!

*Micky moans, shivering.*

Sheila: Ooh, you're enjoying that. (She runs a large piece of ice across his back the other way and down his chest to his...manly parts)

*Micky yelps and tries desperately to curl up, but Sheila keeps him pinned down.*

Sheila: You're awfully squirmy tonight, Savage. (She runs the ice down his right leg, then his left, going up and down very slowly.)

Peter: Oh Mick... (He struggles) You have to let him go!

*Micky whimpers, moaning.*

Alex: Why? He's enjoying it!

Peter: NO! No, he isn't! His aura is so soft!

Alex: Isn't he enjoying it, Milady?

Sheila: Are you enjoying it, Savage? (She runs the ice over one foot, then the other)

*Micky whimpers again.*

Sheila: Oh, I think you are. (She runs two pieces of ice slowly up and down both sides)

*Micky whimpers again, shivering.*

Sheila: (She runs more snow across his chest and down his parts) This is so delightful!

Peter: Get off of him!

*Micky shudders, sighing.*

Alex: He's REALLY enjoying it.

Peter: I won't let you do this! Alex, I'll...fight you for Micky. For our freedom.

Alex: For your freedom. How very noble, Bard.

Peter: We can't stay down here! The others will miss us, and it's freezing!

Alex: You say that like we should care.

Peter: Alex... (He picks up a snowball and throws it as hard as he can right at Alex.)

*The snowball hits square in Alex's face. He brushes the snow off, fuming.*

Peter: Do you see how serious I am now?

(Peter turns around and throws another one at Sheila's back, making sure to not hit Micky.)

Sheila: Ow! (Narrows her eyes at him) Do you MIND?

Peter: Yes, I do mind you sitting on a man who is married and perfectly happy with his wife!

Alex: Can't you see she's BUSY? *Throws a snowball at Peter.*

(Peter ducks around the snowball and throws another one at Alex.)

Peter: She should be busy LEAVING.

Alex: Actually, give her a few moments, and she'll be doing the opposite of leaving.

Sheila: (Smirks) I'm not done yet.

Peter: Oh yes, you are! (He throws another snowball at her; it lands in her hair)

Sheila: Hey! Do you know how much hairspray it took to get my hair like this?

Peter: (His turn to smirk) As you and Alex love to say, does it look like I care?

*Alex hurls another snowball at Peter.*

Peter: (As it hits the back of his head) Ow! What was in there, rocks? (Throws another one at Alex)

Alex: Nah, just ice.

Peter: Well then (he picks up a ball of "snow" and throws it) enjoy!

Alex: *gets hit* Ow! That does it. *Grabs a handful of snow and dunks it in a bucket of water. It freezes in the shape of a bullet. He heaves it at Peter.*

Peter: Whoa! (He ducks away...but the bullet hits the wall, sending chunks of ice onto Peter's head) Ow!

(Peter picks up a large snowball. He makes his bow and arrow appear. He sticks snowballs to the end of his arrows and sends the arrows across the way to Alex. The arrows are now made of blunted ice and don't really hurt...but the snowballs detatch and come Alex's way!)

*The snowballs pin Alex to the nearest wall! Alex pries himself from the wall and makes a canon appear. He shoots a canonball made of snow.*

(Peter ducks away and jumps behind the thrones. He shoots faster arrows that now have larger snowballs. When the snowballs hit, they blast apart, creating a small explosion of ice and snow!)

*Alex is being pelted, slowly falling to the floor.*

Peter: Had enough, Alex?

Sheila: Alex!

Alex: *on the ground, hands over his head* I give!

Peter: Good.

Sheila: Alex! I want to have fun!

Alex: I want to get out from under the ice shards!

Peter: Tell Sheila to let Micky go and tell us how to get out of here.

Alex: Sheila!

Sheila: Must I?

Alex: HELP!

Sheila: (Grumbles) Oh, very well. (She concentrates. There's a black light around Micky. When it subsides, he's back in his clothes and on his feet, his eyes clear) There. Happy?

Alex: Make it stop!

Peter: I will. (He closes his eyes. There's a blue light, and the exploding ice finally stops.)

Alex: *sighs* Finally... *turns to Sheila* They're OUTTA here! *There's a black light around Peter and Micky*

*The boys reappear outside their hotel, Micky with his arms wrapped around himself, shivering.*

Micky: *teeth chattering* A-atleast t-they s-sent u-us b-back t-to t-the h-hotel.

Peter: Micky, we have to get you inside. You're blue!

Micky: I-i'm n-not s-sad!

Peter: No, Mick, you're so cold, you're turning blue.

Micky: O-oh. *still shivering* P-pete, I-i'm t-tired.

Peter: (As they head inside) Micky, we have to get you warmed up. Maybe I should take you to Lauren.

Micky: S-she w-went o-out s-shopping w-with t-the g-girls.

Peter: Oh, dear. And the guys have the kids today.

Micky: W-warm w-water w-would w-work.

Peter: How about a bath?

Micky: I-i'm n-not d-dirty...

Peter: It'll warm you up.

Micky: I l-like t-to b-be w-warm.

*The fellas get into the elevator. Peter pushes the floor button, while Micky keeps shivering.*

Peter: I'd hand you my jacket, Mick, but it's soaked. I'm pretty cold myself.

Micky: T-thought's a-appreciated, P-pete.

Peter: (Sighs) Micky...why do they do it? Why can't they just go away?

Micky: D-don't kn-know. P-pete, I-i'm r-really t-tired...

Peter: (As the elevator dings) We're here, Micky. (Looks out the hall) No one there. No fans, either. I don't think you're up for signing autographs right now.

*Micky shakes his head.*

(Cut to the dark hotel room Micky and his family share. A hand reaches in and switches on a light. Peter and the shivering Micky head in.)

Peter: Ok Mick, where's the bathroom?

Micky: Th-through th-the d-door, o-on th-the r-right.

Peter: Ok. (He throws a comforter around Micky) Here. This should help for now.

Micky: Th-thanks.

Peter: You're welcome, Mick. (He goes in the bathroom. We focus on Micky blowing into his hands and curling into the blanket as we hear water running and Peter whistling "Can You Dig It?")

*Micky does his best to stay awake, but his head keeps bobbing.*

Peter: (Pokes his head out) Bath's ready, Mick. (Frowns) Micky, are you awake?

*Micky groans, but doesn't look up.*

Peter: Come on, Mick! (Shakes his arm lightly)

Micky: *Looks up and gives Peter a goofy smile* H-hi, P-pete.

Peter: Mick, your bath's ready.

Micky: C-can I h-have a r-rubber d-ducky?

Peter: (Sighs and hands him a rubber duck) Here. Borrow the twins'.

Micky: Th-thank y-you.

Peter: (Leads Micky into the bathroom) Tell me if you need anything else, Mick.

Micky: B-bubbles?

Peter: (Sighs) I think they're in the bathroom, next to the sink.

Micky: O-okay.

Peter: I hope this helps, Mick.

Micky: Mme, t-too. *pauses* H-helps w-what?

Peter: (Sighs again) Never mind, Mick. I'll be right out here when you're done. The girls should be home soon, too.

Micky: *nods, then tries to shake the coat off; whiny* P-peeete, h-help!

Peter: (Winces) Let me help you, Mick. (Helps get his wet coat off; hangs the coat over a desk chair) There. You'll have to do the rest yourself.

Micky: Th-thanks. *Gets in the tub, clothes and all* Aaaaahhhhhh.

Peter: (Raises his eyebrows) Uh, Mick...

*Micky slides down until the bubbles are up to his chin.*

Peter: I guess you feel better now.

Micky: Warmer.

Peter: I think...I'll just go out in the bedroom and say "hi" to the girls.

Micky: Okay.

(Peter ducks out of the room as Micky settles back in the bathroom and we fade out on his blissful grin.)