Emma: Everyone ready for a party?
Lauren: Definitely!
Mike: Let's get started before the storm hits.
Peter: I can't wait to play music for the guests! (Strums his bass)
Davy: Let's party, mates! :)
Micky: Yeah! :)
(So, we begin at the Pad. Davy and Peter are sitting at the table eating cereal, both dressed.)
Davy: (Sighs) I wondah when Micky and Lauren are going to show up? The Abbies and Ambah ain't gonna be in until later.
Peter: Mrs. Scott and the girls should be here soon. Emma and Mike are at work, but they both said they should be home long before the party.
Peter: Val should be around soon, too. She's dropping her sister off.
*There's a knock at the door.*
Peter: (As he finishes the cereal) I'll get it.
Micky: *grins, as Peter swings the door open* Hey, Pete! We're here!
*Lauren rolls her eyes, grinning.*
Peter: Hi, guys! Great! Come in! Everyone should be here soon! (Opens the door and lets the guests of honor in)
Davy: 'Ey, folks. (Holds up a box of Frosted Flakes) Just cereal today. Em 'ad early work.
Lauren: We figured that.
Peter: Mike went to work, too, but he should be home soon.
Micky: Yeah, I couldn't smell anything from outside.
(Davy and Peter chuckle.)
Peter: Want to help finish the decorations and set up all the presents for the babies, Micky? :D
Davy: And Lauren, want to 'elp get ready for...othah things?
Lauren: *nods* Sure.
Micky: *quirks an eyebrow* Sure, Pete.
Peter: Come on! I have to set up the streamers around the bandstand and finish blowing up the balloons and tying ribbon to them. (Drags Micky into the living room)
Micky: Okay! Geez, Peter! *laughs*
(Davy turns to Lauren as Micky and Peter blow up balloons and bat them at each other.)
Davy: (Whispers) 'As 'e figahed out yet 'bout the pahty?
Lauren: *shakes her head; whispers* No, but he did keep asking me about remembering last night. It kinda bugged him, but he dropped it. I was waiting for him to start asking again.
Davy: As long as 'e 'asn't figahed it out. 'E's gonna be so SURPRISED! :D
Lauren: I know, I can't wait! :D
Davy: All our presents for 'im are stacked in Mike and Emma's room in the basement.
Lauren: Good. Mine are well hidden.
Davy: And we told all the guests to bring presents for 'im and for the babies.
Lauren: Great. This is gonna be so much fun!
Davy: I cahn't wait!
(A balloon hits Davy in the head.)
*Lauren chuckles.*
Davy: (Rubs his head; catches the pink balloon) 'Ey! Wot are you two doin' in theah, playin' bloody football wit' them things? :p
Peter: We're having fun!
Micky: Oops! *laughs*
Davy: You two 'ave GOT to learn to watch your aims. Let me teach you 'ow to REALLY 'it a balloon. (Joins them; they start a three-way balloon war as the doorbell "rings.")
Davy: 'Ey, Lauren, will you get that? (Hits a blue balloon at Micky)
Micky: *gets the balloon in his face* Hey!?
Lauren: Sure! *goes over to the door and opens it*
(All four Wesminster Abbies, along with Amber, stand at the door, holding party hats, noisemakers, and shopping bags.)
Maxine: Hey, Mom-to-be!
Kimberly: Woohoo, where's the party?
Lauren: Judging from everything you brought, I'd say anywhere you ladies are!
Jenny: Just donating.
Kimberly: Maxie's idea. She said we should help out, too.
Lauren: It's very much appreciated! Thank you!
Daphne: Oooh, I donated, too! Show them the cake!
Kimberly: Do we HAVE to?
Daphne: KIIIIIIIMMM!
(Kimberly sighs and reveals a plastic container filled with...something brownish and round.)
Kimberly: She set off the smoke alarm again.
Daphne: I forgot the cake was in there!
Lauren: *chuckles* Trust me, if it's at all edible, Mick will eat it.
Maxine: (Mutters) She'd forget her HEAD these days if it wasn't a permanent part of her body.
Daphne: Davy! (Runs into the living room and is immediately hit by a pink balloon; catches it) Oooh, my favorite color!
Jenny: (Nods at Davy, who now has his arms around Daphne) Yeah, she's too busy thinking about HIM to pay attention to much else.
(Maxine sets down the blackened chocolate cake. Kimberly deposits the party decorations on the counter.)
Kimberly: (Puts her arm around Amber, who has been looking around nervously) Ahh, come on, Ambs. You know they don't bite.
(Jenny and Maxine head for the living room, where Davy, Daphne, and Peter tie ribbons on the balloons.)
Amber: I know.
Lauren: *puts an arm around Amber's other side and leads her in* Don't worry. *smiles* Just have fun, that's what parties are for.
Amber: *nods* Okay.
Kimberly: Yeah! (Jumps into the pile of balloons as Amber sits down gingerly next to Jenny on the psychiatrist's couch)
(The balloons scatter in all directions.)
Daphne: KIM! Behave!
Kimberly: Why?
Micky: Yeah, it's more fun this way! ;)
Davy: Hey! Now we got to go get all of them again! (He and Daphne chase balloons)
Lauren: Have fun! *waves, grinning; also sits on the psychiatrist's couch*
Peter: Let me help! (He runs after them, too)
Jenny: (To Lauren) How are you feeling these days, Laur?
Lauren: Huge. *grins* Moving around is NOT easy. I think these two are getting ready for their entrance. *smirks* It'll probably be grand, just like their daddy likes to make.
(Jenny chuckles.)
Micky: *grins* Why not make a grand entrance? Gotta let everyone know you're there!
Maxine: (As she joins them) They are DEFINITELY their father's children.
*Amber smiles.*
Micky: I HOPE so!
(The door opens again. This time, it's Tilly. She pops her head in and waves.)
Tilly: Hi, guys! Look, I can't stay. I'm visiting my sister in Bakersfield this evening. I just wanted to bring these gifts by and get some food. I'm all out again!
(She walks in before anyone can reply and whistles at the decorations and party favors.)
Tilly: Wow, you guys really did this party RIGHT! Where's the food?
Peter: (Comes back in the living room with an armful of balloons) We weren't going to put it out until later.
Lauren: Or Mick will eat all of it before the party even starts.
Davy: Man, Lauren, these days, you're just as bad!
Micky: *grins* Yeah, babe!
Daphne: She has an excuse, though. She's eating for three.
Lauren: That's right!
Davy: (Juts a finger at Micky) But 'e needs energy!
Maxine: If he gets any more energetic, he'll be running an Olympic marathon and winning the gold medal. ;) :p
Micky: *wide grin* Cool! You really think so?
Peter: I wouldn't try it, Micky. We're gonna need you for this party.
Maxine: Besides, there won't be an Olympics for another three years.
Micky: *shrugs* Something to keep in mind.
Tilly: Hey, did you guys hear about Mrs. Zeiderdorf who lives on Beach Drive? She's gonna marry an alien!
Peter: She is? I hope he's friendly! :o
Lauren: What?
Davy: Tilly, Mrs. Z is marrying a salesman from Studio City wit' a lot of scahs from World War II.
Tilly: Then why is there this weird light whenever he drives his car?
Davy: 'E drives a foreign model. Some kind of new litt'l Japanese thing.
Kimberly: Oh, come on, Till. We had enough of your conspiracy theories when we were helping these guys out a few weeks ago!
Tilly: And I turned out to be right! They WERE fighting Satan!
Peter: Well, she has a point.
Micky: Still...
(Kimberly, Maxine, and Jenny roll their eyes.)
Tilly: (Takes the box of Frosted Flakes and sits down, eating the cereal potato-chip style) You know what I heard?
Maxine: If it involves aliens or Satan, we don't want to hear it.
Tilly: No! It's about...(looks around, then continues in a stage whisper)...THE GOVERNMENT.
Lauren: *groans* Good Lord.
Kimberly: (Rolls her eyes) Oh, God, here she goes...
Tilly: (Leans so far over, she's almost falling off the chair) I heard our government is keeping secret files on everything from who REALLY shot JFK to the location of the secret alien bases in New Mexico in a vault deep under Washington DC, and they're gonna burn them all!
(Everyone groans.)
Tilly: (Between bites of Frosted Flakes) WHAT?
Kimberly: (Tosses a balloon it in the air) Till, you need a new hobby.
Micky: At least we don't have to spend money on the tabloids.
Peter: The government wouldn't do that, Tilly! (Ties the balloon ribbons together)
Tilly: How do YOU know? You wouldn't BELIEVE all the things I've heard they pull! They're taking our hard-earned tax money and using it for a nuclear war base in the desert somewhere!
Lauren: *shakes her head* Oh brother.
Maxine: Tilly, don't you ever do ANYTHING else besides make up these ridiculous theories of yours?
Tilly: Yes! I make gag jewelry, like shark neckties for lawyers and stuff. That's how I make money.
(The door opens, and Emma comes in with a shopping bag in her arms. She's still wearing her Acme uniform.)
Emma: Hi...(eyes widen)...everyone. Man, we're full already, and it's only the morning! Hey, gang!
Peter: Oooh, whaddya bring me? (Runs over and peeks in the bag)
*Lauren chuckles.*
Emma: (Pulls the bag away) Peter, these aren't for you. They're for...other people.
Peter: Awwww!
Micky: *grins* Ooooh!
Emma: (Sighs) I'm gonna go downstairs, get out of my uniform, and wrap these. (Grins) No, none of the boys can watch. That activity is now reserved for my husband. ;) (Goes downstairs with the bag)
Tilly: Hey, how have they been since the wedding, anyway?
Davy: Same as evah, if not more so.
Peter: They still fight a lot, but I think they're both really happy.
Micky: *nods* And the rest of us are that much safer.
Tilly: Good. They deserve it, both of them. They're really cute together. (Pause; then) You know what I heard?
Maxine: TILLY!
Tilly: No, it doesn't involve the government. I heard they released a real mad scientist from jail!
Kimberly: A...MAD...scientist?
Micky: A mad scientist, huh?
Tilly: Yeah! They said in the paper...the Los Angelas Times, not the Star, before you ask...that he was doing brainwashing experiments on notable figures in science and politics and sending them out of the country! Buncha locals caught him at it, but now he's on parole.
(Davy frowns. Peter blanches.)
Micky: You're kidding...
Tilly: That's what the paper said!
Davy: Sounds...kinda familiar to me...
Peter: (Whimpers) Oh no.
Micky: Didn't happen to mention his name, did it?
Kimberly: Oh, come on, guys. Mad scientists only exist in sci-fi movies and "The Twilight Zone."
Maxine: You guys gotta lay off the comic books and late-night science fiction marathons.
Lauren: *frowns* And around these guys. *sighs*
Davy: Oh, you'd be surprised, girls.
Peter: I KNOW there are mad scientists! We... (Davy elbows him hard)
Davy: ...Met a scientist who got really angry wit' Petah once.
Kimberly: Uh-huh.
Micky: We did!
Maxine: Have you guys been borrowing Mick's comic books?
Davy: It's a very long, strange story, luv.
(Emma comes up with two presents, now wearing brown slacks and a yellow oxford blouse.)
Emma: Here's our presents for the babies. (Emma leans over Lauren and whispers) I hid Micky's in Black Beauty's guitar case. ;) )
Lauren: *grins* Good job.
Emma: Thank you. Took me years to figure out how to fold wrapping paper properly.
*Micky eyes the presents.*
(That's when the sound of small feet and little-girl voices are heard from outside. There's a knock on the door.)
Emma: (Grins) That's probably Mrs. Scott and the ladies. Why don't you get it, Mick?
Micky: Sounds like them! *grins and heads for the door; opens it*
Mrs Scott: *smiles, ushers the girls inside* We're here! *kisses Micky's cheek*
Micky: *wipes it off* Aw, Mom!
(Everyone laughs as Mrs. Scott and the girls troop into the living room.)
*Micky closes the door and follows.*
Emma: Just leave your coats in the kitchen, on a chair.
(Peter, Davy, and Daphne wave as they tie bundles of balloons to the crepe paper hanging on the bandstand and around the living room.)
Mrs Scott: *looks around the room* I was going to ask if you needed help with anything, but it looks like you kids are all set.
Emma: Actually, we need help setting out the food.
Mrs Scott: I can help with that. Gladly!
Tilly: (Waves) Hi there. I'm Matilda Arnold. Just call me Tilly. I live at the Orange Grove Apartments here in Malibu Beach and was just dropping by to bring over my gifts.
Mrs D: Hi, Tilly. *smiles* Thank you, I'm sure the kids appreciate it.
Tilly: Yeah, I come around every now and then for some good conversation. I've heard stuff that will bend your ear both ways and back! :o
Maxine: Till, not around the kids!
Mrs Scott: *smiles* That's okay, Tilly, I'll take your word for it.
Emma: (Grins at the little girls) Have you young ladies ever made a cheese log?
Coco: *shakes her head* Nope!
Emma: Well, I'll show you how. I made the cheese logs for my family's Thanksgiving parties for years! :D
*The girls cheer.* :D
(Emma sets up cream cheese, spreadable cheddar cheese, chives, and pimentoes on the counter. She lets each girl dump in the package of cream cheese and the jar of cheddar cheese, the chives, and the pimentoes.)
Emma: I'll put in the Worcestershire sauce. (Puts some sauce on a measuring spoon, than pours the black liquid in the mix) Now comes the best part - you get to mix it with your hands, and the bowl is big enough for all of you to do it. Just don't get it everywhere, and don't eat it!
*The girls cheer again.*
Girls: *in unison* We won't!
Emma: Good. I'll teach you how to make the ranch dip for the vegetables, too, and the sweet yogurt dip for the fruit. Mrs. Scott, you can help me cut up fruit and veggies.
Mrs Scott: *nods* Okay.
Tilly: Man, you guys are making me drool all over the Frosted Flakes!
(Emma brings out bags and containers of strawberries, cantalope, grapes, apples, broccoli heads, grape tomatoes, red, orange, yellow, and green peppers, celery and mushrooms, along with two wooden cutting boards and two sharp knives. She digs two large plates out of the cabinet.)
Peter: (He, Davy, Mick, and Daphne stand back and admire their handiwork. Though some of the balloons remain on the floor, most of them now hang around the living room and kitchen.) "P"erfect!
Tilly: Groovy, guys!
Davy: Who needs and interiah decoratah when you 'ave us?
Daphne: You bet!
Micky: Darn right! ;)
Maxine: Hey, it's really cute. I love the colors. The pink and blue and purple are really pretty.
(Maxine gets up and joins Mrs. Scott and Emma cutting veggies and fruit in the kitchen.)
Tilly: (Looks up at the dark clouds getting closer and closer on the horizon) I'd better get going if I want to get to my sister's any time soon. We're supposed to be getting a deadly hurricane by this afternoon! :o
Kimberly: God, I hope not.
Peter: I heard on the radio it was just supposed to be a storm.
Micky: "Deadly hurricane"? *makes a face* That's more than just a storm.
Davy: They mentioned it on the news last night, too.
Micky: Oh man....
Daphne: I'm sure we'll all be ok.
Jenny: We could just send people home if things get really bad.
Tilly: Well, I'm going to Bakersfield, before the bridges are completely washed out. Have a nice party, guys, and congratulations on your kids, Lauren!(She puts the cereal box back on the table and heads out)
Kimberly: (Sighs) That woman is a walking tabloid.
Jenny: One of these days, her conspiracy theories are going to get to the wrong person, and then she'll be in BIG trouble.
Lauren: Wanna bet she'll find that out the hard way?
Peter: Aww, she doesn't mean anything by it. She's just repeating what she hears and reads.
Davy: There's a reason for the sayin' "Don't believe everythin' you 'ear," Petah.
Amber: And she's one of them.
Davy: (Murmuring) She DID say somethin' interestin' 'bout the mad scientist, though. I wondah...
(Peter whimpers.)
*Micky nods, then glances out the windows and nudges Davy, then motions towards them."
Davy: (Eyes widen; nods) OHHHHH! (To the room in general) Micky 'n me are gonna take a walk. We got things to do before the pahty starts.
Emma: Remember to come back on time!
Lauren: BEFORE the storm, preferably, guys!
Emma: Before the party would be nice, too.
Maxine: And wear coats! It's cold out there!
*Micky salutes, grinning.*
(Davy grabs his white coat and Micky slips his poncho over his head as the two head out the door.)
Davy: (The moment they get away from the Pad) Well, is it finished?
Micky: The guys were doing any last minute detail this morning. *glances upwards* I hope this storm isn't as bad as it sounds.
Davy: Me, too. I don't want to think of wot it could be like if we're stuck at the Pad wit' all those people runnin' around...and we've nevah really 'andled a majah storm in the yeahs since we've moved in.
Micky: *nods* Doesn't help my nerves one bit. *makes a face* Hey Dave, do you know what today is? *glances at him*
Davy: The day of the pahty.
Micky: Yeah, I know that. Anything else?
Davy: The day you're gonna spring that litt'l surprise of yours on Lauren and she'll finally stop naggin' ya.
Micky: *chuckles* Yeah, that, too... *frowns slightly* Anything else?
Davy: (Thinks) Hmm. March 8, 1969.
Micky: *rolls his eyes, starting to get annoyed* Does that date have ANY other significance?
Davy: Hmmm...it ain't a majah 'oliday...
Micky: Anything?
Davy: Anything wot?(
Micky: *sighs, frowns* Never mind. *pauses* You wanna get a sneak peek at the house?
Davy: Would LUV to, mate. Aftah all, we're ALL gonna end up spendin' time there.
Micky: I'll give you the grand tour, then.
Davy: We'll 'ave two majah venues, the Pad and your place. You gonna name it?
Micky: *small grin* I was thinking of it. I'm still trying to think up a name. I'm open to suggestions after you see it.
Davy: You said it were based aftah Grandfathah's place, but smallah.
Micky: *nods* Yeah. *grins* Remember how I dropped outta college?
Davy: Yes, but...wot's that got to do wit' anythin'?
Micky: *grins widens* I dropped back IN! I talked the architect who's teaching the seminar class I'm in into using building a house as the semester project.
Davy: (Eyes widen; he takes Micky in a hug) Micky, that's GREAT! Congratulations!
Micky: It's kinda a long story, but Tony--the architect--loved the idea and he was fine with it.
Davy: Maybe you can 'elp us wit' the Pad when we finally buy it from Babbitt.
Micky: Sure. I'll probably be licensed by then.
Davy: Em and Mike want to stay there permanently. Mike's loved the place since we've found it. Dunno 'bout Petah. He and Valerie will probably end up at 'er place or findin' somethin' of their own.
Davy: I KNOW Petah's (holds his fingers practically together) THIS close to proposin' to Val, now that 'e's got some of 'is own money from teachin'.
Micky: Good for Pete! *grins*
Davy: 'E's been talkin' 'bout goin' back to college for 'is teachin' degree, too.
Micky: Awe, man, that's great! *pauses* What about you?
Davy: (Shrugs) I've talked to the Sunlight Stables up in the Valley. They say they'd be willin' to give me a paht-time job workin' wit' the 'orses there. I do miss bein' 'round 'orses. I'll use the rest of the time to look for more actin' jobs. I nevah was much for school.
Micky: That's groovy. So you're stayin' at the Pad, then?
Davy: (Shrugs) For now. Daphne and I might get our own place in the future, (frowns) but don't push me on proposin'. We're still gettin' to know each othah bettah.
Micky: *holds his hands up* I wouldn't THINK of it!
Davy: Besides, Daph likes playin' wit the girls, and they've got a decent place in Culvah City. Ambah's turnin' into a nice litt'l solo act. She's been singin' in lounges in the Los Angelas area and lookin' for extra jobs in movies. She's a nice litt'l bird. Think the girls 'ave been good for 'er.
Micky: She deserves something good. *quirks an eyebrow* The girls have been GOOD for her? *grins*
Davy: They 'elp bring 'er outta 'er shell. She worships Kim.
Micky: And there I thought those girls woulda been a bad influence!
Davy: Well, that's wot Daph says, but sometimes I watch the five of them and I wondah... ;)
Micky: *shakes his head* ...So, nothing else comes to mind about today?
Davy: Let's see 'ere. (Shrugs) Nope, not at the moment. Maybe somethin' will come to me.
Micky: *mutters* Maybe... :P *normal* We're almost there... *points ahead of them*
Davy: (Eyes widen at the still-large house ahead of them) WOW, Mick! It ain't as big as Grandfathah's, but it ain't tiny, eithah! Place is right amazin', it is! :o
Micky: It's slightly scaled down. *grins widely* Lauren's gonna LOVE it!
Davy: (Grins) You did a great job, Mick! She'll LOVE it! If I didn't know you 'ad kids comin', I'd move in wit' you.
Micky: *laughs* I'd probably INVITE you!
Davy: (Smiles) 'Sides, I'm rathah fond of the Pad meself. Maybe Daph and I will end up shackin' wit' Em and Mike. Keep them from killin' each othah, if nothin' else.
Micky: *nods thoughtfully* That is actually a good idea.
Davy: (Grins) You know, aftah we buy the Pad, this means we'll 'ave TWO "Monkee Homes."
Micky: If this is a dream, I hope I NEVER wake up! *grins widely*
Davy: I suppose you put a bandstand in. Mike's gonna ask 'bout that, you know.
Micky: Of course! Mike would have a fit if there wasn't a bandstand.
Davy: It'll probably be the first thing 'e asks when 'e visits. (Tries to imitate Mike's Texan accent) "Where's the damn bandstand, Micky, so we can rehearse?"
Micky: *laughs* That was UNCANNY!
Davy: (Bows theatrically) Thank you, thank you. Maybe I can play a cowboy in a local rodeo sometime.
Micky: *wipes at his eyes* Don't push it, Dave.
Davy: Or, bettah yet, I can be John Wayne's stunt double!
Micky: Please. I'd be a better stunt double.
Davy: 'Ell, let's do it togethah. You could stunt for Dean Mahtin...or maybe the Wolf Man.
Micky: Well, damn, how about BOTH? *smirks*
Davy: (Chuckles) Wit' your energy, Mick, you could probably be the whole team.
Davy: (Peeks in the window) 'Ey, can we go inside yet?
Micky: *nods* Of course! A couple of the guys might still be around. If not, I've got the key. *pulls out & dangles a house key* :D
Davy: Great! (Frowns) 'Ow you gonna get all the furnature for such a big place? The stuff you 'ave in your apartment would fit into one room of a 'ouse this size!
Micky: *makes a face* I haven't figured that out. There's gonna be some rooms we'll either have to have chairs on wheels or we'll be sitting on the floor alot. :P ;)
Davy: Maybe you could ask 'round the neighbor'ood for donations, or 'it the thrift shops.
Micky: Or BOTH! I'm sure we'll come up with something. We'll just have to do with what we have for now. *glances at the empty driveway* Guess the guys left already. Can't say I blame them, with the storm coming. *heads for the front door*
(Davy follows as Micky sticks the keys in the door.)
Micky: *turns back to Davy* Ready?
Davy: Whenevah you are, (winks) DA.
Micky: *grins* I love that! *turns the key and opens the door*
*The guys step into a foyer. It's very empty, but bright, even on the gloomy day & wide open.*
Davy: (Looks around) Good lord! I could ride 'orses through 'ere!
Micky: *shakes an index finger at him* You WON'T, if you know what's good for you!
Davy: (Grins and puts up his hands) Wouldn't dream of it, mate.
Micky: *nods* Good. *motions to the left* Let's start with the dining room, shall we?
Davy: And I'm assuming you've got nice, wide bannistahs for you to ride.
Davy: And your kiddies, eventually.
Micky: *grins evilly* I would never deprive my kids of bannister sliding. *winks* Just have to do it when Lauren isn't watching.
Davy: Which should be often in a 'ouse this size. Man, you could get lost and nevah seen again! (Looks around the living room) You plannin' on invitin' the entire cast of "'Ello Dolly" for dinnah sometime, Mick?
Micky: No, but now that you say it...
Davy: I wouldn't mind 'avin' a go at Barbara Streisand.
Micky: Daph might not agree with that.
Davy: Em dragged us to that movie the moment it came out. She loves big musicals. I do, too, and the othahs 'ad a good time, too, even if Mike were grumblin' loudah than Waltah Matthau the whole time.
Micky: *laughs* That's Mike for ya. *turns to the dining room* Here's the dining room. It'll look better once we get a table and chairs in here.
Davy: Damn, wot you gonna be feedin' people in 'ere, dinosaur?
Micky: If we HAVE to, sure! *grins; leaves the doorway and heads for the kitchen* And, then we have the kitchen!
Davy: Big enough to 'old everything you eat on a normal day, I'm sure.
Micky: And more! *points through the kitchen* There's a breakfast room beyond the kitchen. It might stay like that, until I decide if I wanna turn it into something else. ;)
Davy: Which will probably be tomorrah.
Micky: Hey! *leads Davy back through the living room, towards the back* The bandstand's out back here in the "lanai." *grins*
Davy: Wot's a "lanai?"
Micky: Fancy word for "closed-in veranda." *smirks* It also overlooks the pool.
Davy: Oh. Groovy! Sounds 'Awaiian. (Grins wider) Oooh, a pool! I'll 'ave to visit you often.
Micky: Well, take a number. Once I can talk Lauren into it, I'm gonna teach the poor girl how to swim. *shakes his head* She really doesn't like the water. I'm hoping to break her outta that.
Davy: I'll 'elp. I'm grew up on an island. Don't 'ave much of a choice about learnin' to swim. Em's been tryin' to break 'er out of that, too. She's only from Florida!
Micky: I'm thinking all the help I can get. When I say Lauren really doens't like the water, I MEAN that.
Davy: I know. We could nevah get 'er in the watah at the beach when we were all livin' togethah.
Micky: We'll fix that. *turns away and sweeps his arm over the lanai* You think this'll get Mike's okay? *grins*
(Davy's eyes widen at a bandstand that's twice the size of the one at the Pad and much less rickety-looking.)
Davy: I'd be worried 'bout gettin' 'im OFF of that, and Petah, too! :o
Micky: This way, we can leave the instruments set up without them being in the way. *nudges Davy* And we can have the Abbies rehearse with us, too! There's room for us, them, and the other three ladies.
Davy: (Grins) Sounds good to me! There's room to 'old a full-out rock concert in 'ere!
Micky: Complete with amps, which I plan on buying eventually. I'm hoping to make something of a recording studio out of this, too.
Davy: Great, Micky! No more 'avin' to rent stuff and accidentally leavin' the rolls in the rented recordah. ;)
Micky: That was the main reason for wanting this. *waves Davy along; heads back into the living room; grins* Wanna see the master bedroom?
Davy: (Looks out the window; nods) Yeah. We've got to get goin' soon, anyway. The clouds are gettin' darkah, and the othahs will kill us if we're late for the pahty.
Micky: Awe, man.. okay, we'll end with the bedroom. I'll be doing this tour a couple times, anyway. *stops in the doorway of the master bedroom; sweeps an arm* Well?
Davy: (Eyes widen at the enormous room) Man, imagine the bed you two could work in 'ere!
Micky: *grins evilly* I already HAVE, literally!
Davy: (Laughs) I'll bet you know right where it's gonna go an' everythin'.
Micky: I wouldn't be me if I didn't!
Davy: An' it's got a great view! (Looks out the window)
Micky: Don't it? *grins happily*
Davy: You've even got a nice yahd for the kiddies.
Micky: And me! ;)
Davy: You'll be on the swing before them! (Grins) 'Ell, I'll join you! They'll 'ave to fight their old da an' Uncle Davy for it!
Micky: We'll have to get separate swing sets. *smirks* They'll need crowbars to get us away!
Davy: An' you could put in a sandbox so we could teach them 'ow to make sandcastles.
Micky: And moats. I'm thinking of a jungle gym of sorts, too, like those wooden ones they have in some playgrounds with the slide and pole and whatnot. *sighs*
Davy: That's groovy, man. Bet Mike and Em will 'ave kids to bring around, too.
Micky: Hopefully. I'm more than happy to share.
Davy: (Looks at the quickly gathering clouds) Maybe we'd bettah be gettin' back to the Pad. Looks like it's gettin' nasty out theah. The wind is pickin' up, too.
Micky: *frowns* Yeah, man. *motions for him to follow* Come on, let's head out. We'll do the rest of the tour later. *heads back for the living room, towards the foyer*
(The two boys head out, Micky locking the door on the way.)
Davy: (shivers) I 'ope the storm don't get too bad. We're gonna 'ave a lot of people at the Pad.
Micky: Yeah. I do NOT like the looks of those clouds.
Davy: We got some pretty nasty storms in Manchestah. One blew out the downstaihs windows of me parents' 'ouse when I were 'bout ten.
Micky: *nods* Yeah, Mom's house had its windows blown out a few times, too.
Davy: Wondah wot would 'appen if we all got stuck at the Pad togethah? It could be a regulah "Gilligan's Island!"
Micky: We'd probably end up killing each other. *grins* ;)
Davy: Yeah, man, and we'd 'ave the Abbies and Ambah and Mr. Bennett and Millie and Larry...(eyes widen) and Babbitt! We'd be stuck in the Pad wit' bloody Babbitt!
Micky: Oh, good Lord no!
Davy: Man, I wouldn't wish THAT on ANYONE! (Makes a face) 'Cept maybe Zero. They deserve each othah.
Micky: *grins* I'll definitely agree with that! *pauses; looks hopeful* Still can't think of anything else about today?
Davy: Maybe it'll come to me when we get back to the Pad.
Micky: *sighs* Alright.
(The boys walk back over to the Pad and head in. Emma, Mrs. Scott, Maxine, and Jenny set bowls of snacks and paper plates and plastic cutlery on the table. Peter plays Clue with the little girls, Lauren, and Daphne.)
Emma: (Grins) Hi, guys!
Maxine: You guys WOULD come home just in time for us to put out the food!
Micky: *grabs a plate of food, then heads for the group playing "Clue"* Of course! *sits next to Lauren, who grins at him*
Kimberly: (As she comes out of the bathroom) He must have smelled the cakes.
Peter: Ok, I suspect Colonel Mustard of committing a crime in the lounge with the wrench. Lauren, do you have anything?
Peter: (Looks up at Micky and Davy as they join the group) Oh, hi, guys! :)
Lauren: Hmm...nope, nothing...
Kimberly: (Plops down next to the group as Amber comes in from the veranda, where she's been watching the clouds darken) Who's winning?
Peter: (Makes a face) It sure isn't me! (Erases something from his pad)
Lauren: Or me. *makes a face; scratching something out on her pad; Micky points at something else, which she also scratches out*
Coco: *grins* I'm kicking butt! I accuse Miss Scarlet of committing a crime in the ballroom, with the candlestick. *picks up the little folder with the cards in it and takes a peek*
Lauren: Well?
Coco: *grins and lays the cards out* I win! :D
Peter: Nice work, Detective Dolenz!
Debbie: Awwww!
Coco: *bows* Thank you, thank you!
(As Coco bows, there's a knock at the door. Emma goes to it and peeks in the grille.)
Emma: Oh, it's the Parkers and Suzy!
(Emma lets in a neatly dressed couple. She wears a simple dress; he sports a sweater and slacks. Suzy wears bright pink jeans and a bright floral blouse. She grins when she sees the little girls.)
Suzy: Hi, guys! I'm glad you're here!(Runs into the living room)
Coco: *smiles* Hey, Suzy!
Suzy: Are you here for the party? Mom says Micky and Lauren are having a party!
Coco: Of course! And for the snacks!
Peter: (He and Daphne start to put away the game pieces) Hey, how would you girls like to play on the beach before the storm hits?
Davy: We'd be more than 'appy to take ya. It's too cold for swimmin', but we could make sandcastles and play wit' the frisbee.
Coco: Sure!
Emma: Why not? I've got to finish the cake, anyway.
Suzy: I LOVE the beach!
Maxine: I think we'll all go. I know I could use some fresh air after being bent over all that food!
Daphne: We don't get to the beach as much as we'd like, anyway.
Jenny: Let's bring the volleyball!
Amber: I love volleyball! :D
Kimberly: But I'LL get it this time. I don't feel like getting beaned by it this time. (Grins at Amber) Let me show you a few tricks, Ambs. I can beat the pants off these guys. ;)
Maxine: WITH help.
Amber: *nods* Okay!
Davy: Ok, then, who's comin' wit' us?
Coco: Me!
Mark Parker: (Grins) Haven't spent some time with young ladies in a while, especially ones as lovely as all of you. :)
Suzy: Me too! :D
Gina: (Nods at Debbie) And us!
Peter: I'm going, of course. I suggested it.
Grace Parker: (Shakes her head) You guys have a good time. I'll just stay here and rest a bit.
Lauren: *shakes her head* Think I'll stay inside, too.
Micky: *gives Lauren a kiss* I gotta go outside, too. I can't pass up the beach!
Lauren: Go right ahead.
(Kimberly and Jenny go around to the garage to find the volleyball.)
(Peter ducks his head in the closet to find the beach toys.)
Suzy: (Peeks in) What's in there?
Davy: Everything.
Mrs Scott: I'll stay in, too, let the kids have a chance to play. *grins*
Emma: (Watches as Micky joins Peter in the closet) Yeah, ALL of them.
*A few toys are tossed out of the closet, mainly pails and shovels.*
Micky: *pokes his head back out* What else do we want?
Daphne: The frisbee.
Maxine: Just don't throw it in the ocean. I think our frisbee is half-way to Japan by now!
Daphne: So I miscalculated!
Micky: Hey, Pete, we need a frisbee. *goes back in*
Peter: (Checks the upper shelves) Yeah. We've got to organize this thing one of these days.
(Peter finally emerges with a red frisbee, stepping over Micky, who is still rifling through the closet.)
Peter: Ok, Mick, I found it! You can get out now!
Davy: Before that thing REALLY gets 'ungry.
Maxine: It looks like the closet is having a Micky-snack!
Micky: Huh? *several items fall on him* Ahh! *drags himself out* Man, that thing nearly DID eat me!
Lauren: Now you know how food feels when it sees you coming.
Micky: Very funny, babe. *grins, then sticks his tongue out*
(Everyone chuckles, even the little girls.)
Peter: (Takes his jacket out of the closet) Ok, everyone ready?
Micky: *scoops up the pails and shovels* Ready! :D
Maxine: I am. (Looks at the darkening clouds) Shame it's such a nasty day. I could work on my tan.
Daphne: You look like a roasting chicken when you do that.
Maxine: (Mutters) You say that because you fry if you even step out on a day like this!
Davy: I'm sure ready. (Takes Daphne and Maxine's arms) And I 'ave lovely guests, too.
Maxine: (Winks) You're right, Daphne. He IS a sweet-talker!
Daphne: (As Davy blushes) What did I tell you, Max?
Amber: *chuckles* I'm ready, too!
Suzy: (Goes to Amber and indicates her blond hair) Hey, you have hair the same color as mine!
Amber: Yeah! How about that? *grins*
Suzy: (Takes Amber's hand) Come on! Mom says my hair gets lighter when I'm outside! (Tugs Amber out the door)
Amber: *laughs* I'm coming!
(Kimberly and Jenny are seen in front of the veranda on the beach, tossing the volleyball back and forth.)
(Davy leads Daphne and Maxine outside. Peter, Mark, and Micky take the little Dolenz girls.)
Emma: Thank goodness! Peace and quiet. I can finally finish this cake, WITHOUT everyone and their grandmother swiping icing!
Grace Parker: (Nods at the cake) It DOES look lovely, dear.
Emma: I'm going to write "Happy Birthday Micky and Kids" on it...IF I have enough icing left!
Lauren: Use small handwriting. ;)
Grace Parker: (Holds out a shopping bag) These are our presents for your kids and for Micky. I hope you like them. I kind of miss shopping for very small children. Suzy wants to babysit when she gets older.
Lauren: *smiles* Thank you! We really appreciate this!
Grace Parker: You're welcome, dear. There's so few parents in this neighborhood. It's mostly older people. Not that they aren't good people, but Suzy doesn't have many playmates (smiles) or even future babysitting jobs. (Sighs) I can't believe Suz is ten now. Where has all the time gone? It seems like yesterday I was in the same place as you, holding a baby shower in that tiny little place Mark and I had in Studio City at the time.
Emma: (As she fills a decorating bag with pink icing) I wonder the same thing about my little brother. I remember holding him in my lap at the hospital a few days after he was born. He's now eleven and in sixth grade. (Sighs and twists a metal top on the bag)
Lauren: It's amazing... I'm still in awe that we've come this far already. *rests a hand on her stomach* :D ;)
Grace Parker: (Smiles as Mrs. Scott brings them cups of coffee) I felt the same way, and I was only carrying ONE child. (Frowns) She was the only child I'd ever be able to have. I got sick after that, and... (trails off and smiles again) Well, at least I have Suzy. She's such a bright, happy girl. I've loved raising her, and Mark has, too.
Emma: My mom got sick when she was pregnant with my sister Anny. We're lucky they both made it through fine. In fact, Anny just had a healthy child of her own. :D
Lauren: And I'm happy & nervous all at the same time. :)
Grace Parker: (Nods) It's not easy to carry and give birth to a child, but it's the most rewarding thing in the world. I wouldn't give Suzy up for anything. (To Mrs. Scott) And those lovely young ladies are yours, Mrs...
Mrs Scott: Scott. Call me Janelle. *smiles* The girls are wonderful. *smile widens* And Micky...
Grace Parker: (Chuckles) He's yours, too? He seems like quite a handful. I know the boys play some wonderful music here.
Janelle: *laughs* He IS a handful...or was... *glances at Lauren*
Lauren: *nods* Still is.
Grace Parker: Seems like you have more help taking care of him now.
Emma: They can ALL be a handful, Mrs. Parker. I know Mike sure can be sometimes, and HIS mother is in Texas, so I can't sic her on him. Peter's mom is in Connecticut, but she calls and writes a lot. I don't think he gets along with his dad all that well. (As she works on getting the words right) Davy's mom is dead, and his dad has been sick for years.
Janelle: And I won't come running everytime Micky does something stupid.
Lauren: Darn!
Emma: (Grins) That's ok, Mrs. Scott. We've gotten pretty good at handling the boys by now...and we have help, too. (Nods out the window at Daphne, who is throwing the frisbee with Davy and the little girls)
Janelle: *smiles* I'm glad to see ALL of the boys so happy now. Makes me so proud. :)
Grace Parker: As am I. Those poor dears were practically living off the kindness of strangers when they first came to this neighborhood. Millie McNulty told me how there was barely any food in their cabinets and how hard it was for them to find gigs. (Shakes her head) They needed a woman's touch, but a less forceful one than Millie's. Millie is a good woman and a wonderful baker, but her touch tends to be more like a knock-out punch in the fifth. (Grins) Mark has been friends with Larry for years. I hear the two of them comparing complaints when I'm at home.
Lauren: *chuckles* That sounds about right.
Emma: (Nods) I like Mil, too, and EVERYONE loves her cheesecake, but she can be very...forceful. The guys adore her, but she drove them crazy when they lived with her, according to them.
Grace Parker: If nothing else, you can pay the rent now.
Emma: (nods) Yeah. No more boarders.
Grace Parker: (Watches as Suzy chases the other girls and Peter) It's been quite a struggle sometimes. Suzy can be a bit tempermental, probably owing to being an only child. Still, I wouldn't give it up for anything, the good times AND the bad.
Emma: I've loved watching my sisters and especially my brother grow. The advantage of being the oldest.
Lauren: My brother is seven and a half years older than me, so it's like I had a brother until I was ten. I've been an only child ever since.
Emma: My brother's like that. All his sisters are twice his age. I think having my nephew around will be good for him. :) (Pulls away from the cake, shaking her wrists) Ok, I'm done, ladies. What do you think? :)
(The words "Happy Birthday, Micky and Kids" are written somewhat shakily on the cake with pink and icing.)
Lauren: *grins* I love it, Em!
Janelle: It's beautiful, Emma.
Grace Parker: Very nice work, dear. You ought to work with Millie.
Emma: (Blushes) Thank you! I've thought of that, but I'd just end up eating everything.