Emma: Ok, soooo...everyone ready for more partying?
Mike: Yeah, darlin'. I wanna eat your cake!
Lauren: Yeah! :D
Davy: I'm ready!
Micky: *sighs* Yeah. :)
Peter: This is so much fun! :)
(As the others gather in the living room, there's another knock on the door. A somewhat squinty-eyed older woman with frizzy red hair pops her head in.)
Woman: (Thick Cockney accent) 'Ello, cherubs? Anyone 'ome? (Looks around) My, my, such a pahty today! Looks like you got 'alf the neighbor'ood 'ere!
Mike: (Opens the door all the way) Oh, hi, Mrs. Weefers! I forgot today was your day to clean.
Mrs. Weefers: (nods; she's sporting her calico dress and carrying a large bag and cleaning utensils) I won't be undahfoot, luv. Just comin' 'round to clean up a bit.
Davy: (Whispers to Micky) You want to check 'er bag or should I?
Micky: *whispers back* How about both of us?
Davy: (Nods) I'll distract 'er. You clear out anything that will make 'er even slightly tipsy.
Micky: Gotcha.
Davy: (Goes over to Mrs. Weefers as she peers in her bag) 'Ullo, luv. 'Aven't seen you around much lately.
Mrs. Weefers: (From in the bag) Been doin' some of the fanciah 'ouses up by Beverly 'Ills. They 'ave some pahties ovah there, let me tell you, cherub! (She emerges with two boxes) 'Ere's one for the little cherubs (looks at Micky and whispers as she puts her bag down) and one for the BIG one.
Mike: I'll take those, Mrs. W. (Mike takes one box in the kitchen and hides the other one as he takes it downstairs)
Davy: Let me introduce you to our guests, Mrs. W. (Nods at Janelle) This is Janelle Dolenz Scott, Micky's mothah.
Mrs. Weefers: Nice to meet you, luv. You 'ave a fine boy theah.
Janelle: *smiles* Thank you! It's nice to meet you!
Davy: (Takes Mrs. Weefers in the living room as Micky ducks into her bag) You know Petah, and I believe you may 'ave met Valerie, Petah's girl, but I don't think you've evah met Micky's litt'l sistahs or the Westminstah Abbies.
Emma: (Joins Micky; whispers) Give me any liquor in there and I'll dump it.
Micky: *plows through it; eyes widen* Holy geez, she must've just restocked! *hands over several bottles and goes back in for more*
Emma: Oh, good lord allmighty! (Dumps out each bottle) I know, Janelle, this looks nasty, but she gets REALLY loaded, and when she's loaded, she's USELESS.
Janelle: My goodness!
Emma: She's a nice enough lady, and I think Davy just likes having another Brit around, but she's...well, to put it bluntly, she's an alcoholic.
Micky: And that's being nice.
Emma: Any more, Mick?
Micky: *hands over some more bottles* That's it for what's in the bag, anyway...
(Mike comes upstairs as Micky and Emma work on Weefers' bag.)
Mike: (Rolls his eyes) She stocked again?
Micky: WAS.
Emma: (Dumps the last of the bottles) Well, that's all we can get unless we can figure out a way to legally strip-search her. I KNOW she's got to be hiding something in that dress!
Micky: I'd bet money on it. :P
Mike: (Shakes her feather duster) Nuthin' in here.
(There's yet ANOTHER knock on the door as Micky hastily closes Mrs. Weefers' bag. Mike peeks in the grille.)
Mike: Hey, it's Nyles! (Opens the door) Come in, old buddy! :D
Nyles: Hey, man! Cool decorations! *grins as he comes inside*
Emma: Thanks! Come join the party!
Nyles: Think I will!
Nyles: *holds out a bag to Mike and whispers* There's gifts from me, the Martians, the Agents, and the Giants for the kiddies and the big kid. *grins*
Mike: I'll take the one for the big kid. It's supposed to be a surprise (nods at Micky, who's just pulling his head out of the bag).
(Mike once again goes downstairs.)
Nyles: *caught a glimpse of Micky's head in the bag* Did I miss a new party game?
*Micky tries to look innocent.*
Emma: Yeah. It's called "Hide the Liquor from the Cleaning Lady."
(Davy comes back in at that moment, shaking his head.)
Nyles: Wow. How do you play?
Emma: Take one of these (picks up a liquor bottle), open it, empty the contents, and voila!
Nyles: Hey, I can do that! *takes a bottle and pours it out* That's a sinch!
Davy: She's showing the girls - big AND little - 'ow to perfectly clean windows.
Emma: And here I thought this story wasn't going to be educational!
Micky: Guess she showed you, huh, Em?
Emma: Well, it's amusing them.
Micky: *smirks* Everyone but Lauren. She's making a face.
Emma: Guess she's not impressed.
(Emma goes over to her friend as the other girls watch Mrs. Weefers mix something in a plastic bucket.)
Emma: Not interested in how to clean windows, honey?
Lauren: *shrugs* Not really. *rests a hand on her stomach* And these two are really getting restless.
Emma: (Frowns) Are you ok? Do they really hurt?
Lauren: I'm okay. They're just fidgety. One second they're pushing on my ribs, then next one is kicking. *pauses* That was a kick.
Emma: They're Dolenzes all right!
Lauren: No kidding.
Peter: (Stands up and smiles as the girls break away from Mrs. Weefers' cleaning demonstration) I have an idea! Mrs. Weefers, you've never seen us play before, and the girls love it when we play for them.
Mike: I like that idea, Pete. Let's get this crowd hoppin'.
(Mike takes his beloved Black Beauty guitar; Peter gathers his bass)
*Micky goes to the drums and sits on his stool, twirling his sticks.*
Davy: (as he picks up his tamourine) So, wot to play for the crowd?
Mike: How about Mom and Dad-to-be pick the music?
Micky: Sure! Any requests, babe?
Lauren: Well, how about "She Hangs Out?" *grins at Micky's pout*
(The guys all chuckle.)
Davy: I like a woman with taste!
Kimberly: Hey, I remember that one! That's the one we did in the Rock-a-thon! ;)
Daphne: And me without that black dress!
Davy: (Eyeing Daphne's cleavage) You'd look good in anything, luv. ;)
Mike: (Mutters as he tunes up Black Beauty) Or nuthin' the way you're droolin', boy.
*Micky taps out a riff.* ;)
(Davy and Daphne blush; everyone else chuckles as the boys launch into the song.)
(The little girls dance with the Abbies, accept for Kimberly, who dances with Nyles. Mrs. Weefers takes her cleaning supplies upstairs...but leans over the railing briefly to dreamily watch the boys play. Emma puts her arms around Lauren, smiling, and Janelle watches proudly from the kitchen. :) )
(As the boys finish, the group stops dancing and claps. The boys bow.)
Emma: You guys always look like you have fun doing that one.
Kimberly: It's a great song to dance to.
Maxine: And we should know.
Micky: And we are having fun!
Mike: Most fun I've had in about two weeks.
Peter: They got to go to Cape May on their honeymoon!
*Micky grins widely.* ;)
Mike: Had a nice time. It's a nice town.
Emma: Yeah, we really did enjoy it. We both owe my folks one.
Emma: It helps when your folks know half the county and can pull strings all over the place. ;)
(There's another knock on the door as the boys tune their instruments. Emma goes to it and smiles.)
Emma: Oh, it's Millie and Larry! :) (She opens the door. Larry carries shopping bags; Millie sports two cheesecakes, one pink and one blue. :) )
Millie: Hey, kiddies!
Larry: Hi, guys!
Micky: Is that cheesecake I see?!
Millie: Yes, we came bearing food. I wouldn't come NEAR here without cheesecake. I know how these boys love them.
Larry: Yeah, Micky, it's blueberry and strawberry cheesecakes. Everyone's welcome to them.
Kimberly: Totally groovy!
*Micky whoops and taps out another riff.*
Jenny: Yum! Millie makes the best cheesecake in the world!
Maxine: Makes me homesick for Queens.
Millie: (Grins) Aw, go on!
Amber: *nods* I love your cheesecake!
Larry: Lord only knows she forces enough on me.
Millie: I keep tellin' you, honey. Cheesecake cures all ills. (Leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek. She puts the cheesecakes on the increasingly full table while he drags the bags in)
Micky: Anytime you don't want one, just send it along!
Millie: Micky, you'd eat me out of the shop if you had the money.
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* He's proven that.
Millie: (To Janelle) Hi, ma'am. I'm Millie McNulty. (Nods at Larry, who's handing the bags to Emma; she takes one downstairs) I don't believe I've met you before. That's Larry, my husband.
Janelle: *nods* Janelle Scott, Micky's mother. *smiles*
Millie: Ahh, so Micky's yours. (Shakes her hand) You raised him well, Janelle. He's a good boy. (Grins) They're ALL good boys. They took me in when I'd just moved here from Hoboken and needed a place to stay.
Mike: (Grumbles) Against our wills.
*Micky pokes Mike with a drumstick.* :P
Larry: And they introduced me to her. These boys are some of the best matchmakers around.
Emma: (Comes downstairs and sees Mike and Micky starting in on each other) Hey, why don't we play a music game?
Davy: Yeah, anyone for musical chairs?
Mike: Pete and I will play the music.
Micky: *eyes widen* Yeah!
*The girls cheer.*
Peter: I never was very good at this game. I was always out first.
Valerie: (Shakes her head) Think I'll get something to eat instead. This game can get pretty crazy! (Goes in the kitchen)
(The Abbies cheer, too.)
Amber: I'm in too!
Millie: (Shakes her head) I'm out. My bones are too old for this game!
Larry: I just got back from my last delivery route of the day. Think I'll just rest here with some punch. :)
Janelle: *grins* Oh, what the heck, I'm game!
Emma: Me too!
Maxine: Maybe I'd better sit out. This is gonna be one crazy game!
Lauren: *shakes her head* It's safer over here.
Kimberly: I'm in! This game's cute!
Jenny: Um...Lauren, need company? (Plops down on the psychiatrist's couch next to Lauren)
Lauren: *grins* Sure.
(Maxine goes in the kitchen to get some punch and chat with Larry and Millie.)
Nyles: Count me in!
Davy: I'm quite good at this game. I get undah people.
Daphne: Think I'll keep him from going under people.
Micky: Just stay outta my way, squirt. *grins, poking Davy*
Davy: You stay out of MY way, Curly!(Pokes Micky back)
Micky: *grin widens* Oh, yeah? Is that a challenge?*pokes Davy again*
Davy: Yeah! (Pokes back)
Emma: (Grabs Davy) Um, Dave, why don't you help me set up the chairs?(Pulls him into the kitchen and around the house.)
Lauren: Oh brother.
*Micky shrugs.*
Mike: (Mutters as he tunes Black Beauty) And they wonder why I call them "kiddies".
(Emma and Davy come back in with a wide assortment of chairs, including the one Mr. Schneider usually sits in - he's now on the floor in his good suit and fake lapel flower.)
Mike: (As the group lines up around the chairs) Ok, is everyone ready?
*Various forms of "yes" from the group.*
(Mike and Peter play the beginning of "Circle Sky." The group marches around the chairs in a circle. Suddenly, the pair stop, Peter lasting a beat or two longer before Mike shoots him a look and he finally stops, shrugging.)
(Everyone scrambles for chairs. Daphne misses and sits on the floor. By the time she recovers, the chairs are all taken.)
Daphne: Awwwwww!
Davy: Need someone to make your rear feel bettah, luv?
Daphne: They invented ice and aspirin for that, Dave. I'll be ok.
Kimberly: He tried.
Micky: Shot down. *snaps his fingers*
(Mike and Peter start "Circle Sky" again. We see people and chairs eliminated in a montage to "Circle Sky," until only Micky and Davy are left. As "Circle Sky" ends, both boys leap for the last remaining chair. They put up a furious fight, but Davy finally winds up on the chair...and Micky on the floor.)
Davy: (Grins) I win!
Micky: *blinks* What the...
Kimberly: (Helps Micky to his feet) You ok, Mick? You really got knocked on the rear there!
Micky: Yeah, fine. *makes a face* Thought I had it won. *glares at Davy*
Davy: You THOUGHT you 'ad it won. You couldn't ovahcome me genuine skill and strength. (Flexes a muscle)
Micky: *scoffs* You won because you're short!
Millie: Now, boys!
Micky: He had the advantage! He was already closer to the chair!
Davy: You fought like a real panthah there, though, Mick!
Micky: Yeah, and you fought like a...
Lauren: Mick!
Mike: Mick, remember the ratin's!
*Micky's eyes narrow at Davy.*
(Fortunately for Micky and Davy, there's another knock on the door. Millie opens it this time.)
Millie: Hi, Johnny. (Mr. Bennett comes in, carrying three packages) Here for the party, or just passing through?
Mr. Bennett: The party, of course. I was quite a partier in my youth.
Emma: I'll take those. (Puts two packages in the living room on the increasingly large pile of presents and brings the other one downstairs)
Peter: (Takes off his bass and runs in the living room) Mr. Bennett! (Hugs him) Hi! I'm glad you could come!
Mr. Bennett: (Nods outside; it's started raining, though not heavily) I'm glad I could come, too. The weather is getting worse. This storm is supposed to be a real doozy.
Millie: (Cuts a slice of cheesecake for Mr. Bennett) Have some cheesecake and coffee, Johnny. I know how tired you get these days.
Mr. Bennett: Don't mind if I do, Millie, thank you. (Gratefully accepts the cheesecake)
Emma: (Frowns) You know, it occurs to me it's been a while since we've heard from Mrs. Weefers.
Lauren: Uh oh.
Davy: Last I saw of 'er, luv, she were comin' to Petah's room downstaihs.
Emma: Who wants to volunteer to check up on her?
Micky: Last time I did, I ended up in a dress. No thanks.
Mike: And we promise, if you're male, you won't have to wear a dress.
Mr. Bennett: (Shakes his head) Don't think I could pull off a dress these days with my skinny legs.
Lauren: Why? Mick did. *grins*
Micky: *frowns* Funny.
Mr. Bennett: He doesn't have arthritis and veins everywhere.
Mike: (Takes off Black Beauty and sets her aside) I'LL check up on her, then.
Emma: Are you sure that's a good idea, honey? Your falsetto can shatter glass.
Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Oh, please. I ain't gettin' in a dress. We're all adults now, and we've got plenty of chaperones here. (Goes in the room; comes back out a few minutes later with an amber-colored bottle between the tips of his fingers) We should have strip-searched her. She's out cold on the bed.
Millie: (Raises her eyebrows) Should I ask where she had room to stash THAT?
Mike: No.
Micky: Figures.
Mr. Bennett: Maybe someone ought to take her home.
Mike: Does anyone know where she lives?
Davy: Search her bag again.
Emma: (Grins) Micky, how would you like to play Joe Friday and search her bag?
Micky: *small grin* I'd be glad to. *goes to retrieve the bag where he left it by the door; digs through it*
Kimberly: Well, Micky Tuesday?
Maxine: Just the facts, Mick.
Micky: *pulls a wallet out* Alright, alright... *leafs through some cards* Here we go. *reads off her license* 144 Columbia Ave.
Mike: Who gets to have the honor of braving the storm to take her home?
Nyles: I'll take her. I gotta get going to the Martians' gig anyway.
Emma: (Nods out the window, where the wind is picking up) Yeah, if you want to get out of here and do anything, you'd better get going.
Mike: See you later, man!
Peter: Good luck with your gig!
Davy: Thanks for comin'!
Nyles: *goes to get Weefers; comes back out with her in his arms; picks up her bag* Thanks, guys! Fun party! We gotta do this again! *grins and heads out*
Mike: He's a good man, Nyles. Brain of lead, heart of gold.
Peter: (Goes back to the bandstand) Hey, how about some more music?
Davy: Maybe we can 'ave some 'elp this time. (Winks at the little girls)
Coco: *cheers* Yeah!
Mr. Bennett: Haven't seen you all play together as a foursome since the time Alice, Jody, and I were staying with you. You boys have real talent.
Millie: They play WONDERFUL music!
Larry: (Nods at Mike and Peter) Those two troubadours over there played for our first date.
Janelle: Fantastic music! *grins*
(Mike and Peter blush.)
Micky: *rolls his eyes* Aw mom!
Mike: Any requests from the house? (Nods at Mrs. Scott) What does Grandma want to hear?
Emma: (Winks) Or does she prefer Nana, like my mom?
Janelle: I think Nana is fine for now. (Grins) How about "Dream World?" *Micky pouts again*
Davy: Your mum cahn't 'elp it if she's got good taste, Mick!
*Micky sticks his tongue out.*
(The boys launch into the song before Micky and Dave can get into an arguement. The little girls sing along. Emma and Maxine sit with Lauren; the other girls dance with each other, Valerie, and Millie and Larry. Janelle and Mr. Bennett watch from the kitchen, grinning.)
Emma: (As it ends) That's a cute song, Davy.
Davy: One of me first. I'm rathah proud of it.
*Micky makes a face at him.*
Emma: I know something else you can sing. Maybe the little girls can join you on the bandstand. (Smiles) How about "You and I?"
Mike: Yeah, that new one!
*The girls cheer.*
Micky: Another Dave song, though. *makes a face*
Millie: There's plenty of party left, Micky! You'll get your chance!
*Micky mutters something.*
(The boys and little ladies launch into "You and I" as Micky continues to look grumpy. Valerie and Debbie play the piano along with them, and the Abbies and Amber dance again.)
(There's a knock at the door as the song finishes.)
Millie: I'll get it. (Peeks in the grille and makes a face) Henry. Do we HAVE to let him in? He can be such a crab!
Babbitt: I HEARD THAT!!!
Larry: Now Millicent, you're not going to let a man stand out in the wet and catch his death?
Millie: Him? Can I?
Emma: He's still our landlord, Mil. Better let him in.
(Millie sighs and opens the door. A dripping wet Mr. Babbitt hurries in, carrying an equally wet and overturned umbrella and a bag of pretzels)
Millie: Wipe your feet, Henry. You'll track mud all over the nice, clean kitchen floor.
Babbitt: (Makes a face) It's POURING out there! I barely got here alive! :p
Mike: You live two blocks down the street.
Mr. Bennett: Henry, quit being melodramatic. I got here with no problems, and I'm older than you are.
Babbitt: (Sees the girls sitting on the bandstand and immediately turns around) Oh no. Not THOSE little lunatics again!
Janelle: Excuse me?
*Micky stands, crossing his arms.*
Babbitt: I think I'd rather contend with the storm. (He opens the door, but Janelle gets in front of him.)
Janelle: Oh no, you don't. What is the matter with you? If my girls did something to you, if couldn't have been that bad.
Babbitt: (Eyes widen) Your...those little...um, ladies...are YOURS?
Janelle: Yes, they ARE! *smirks*
Mike: Oh, Janelle, you ain't met Mr. Babbitt. (Glares) Our LANDLORD.
Millie: Whom I'm sure your son has mentioned in less-then-complimentary terms.
Babbitt: (Glares over his shoulder at Millie) You stay out of this, McNulty!
Larry: Don't talk to my wife that way!
Janelle: *nods* And it was all true, too, apparently. *folds her arms*
Babbitt: (Realizes that he's dug himself into a rather deep hole and smiles ingratingly, or as ingratingly as he can) Well, you see, your, um, lovely daughters kind of...well....
Peter: They tied him up and played War with him. ;)
Janelle: *smiles* Oh, please! They were being NICE to you! You don't know HALF of what they did to Micky.
Babbitt: Your idea of being NICE is being tied up, gagged, and almost smothered to death?
Mr. Bennett: Henry, they're kids. Calm down. Have some cheesecake. (Nods at the pink and blue cakes)
Janelle: When you consider that they once tried to hang Micky from a tree in our yard, yes.
Micky: *whines* Mom!
Janelle: That was just last year.
(Everyone tries to hide their snickers, except for Mr. Babbitt, who looks flustered.)
Davy: (laughs outright) Wish I coulda seen THAT!
*Micky slaps Davy's back. HARD.*
(Davy nearly ends up on the floor. Daphne helps him to his feet.)
Davy: Micky, you sure you ain't still...not very nice?
Micky: Positive... but you ain't helping.
Millie: Ok, boys, don't kill anyone.
Davy: Cahn't promise that, Mil.
Peter: How about another game?
Mike: Something safer than "Musical Chairs."
Kimberly: Something Micky can beat Davy at.
Micky: Thank you. *smirks* Hey, I've got one. *grins at Davy* How about Monopoly? ;)
Millie: That sounds safe.
Mike: Yeah, how damagin' can Monopoly be?
Emma: Obviously, you have never played it with this many people.
Lauren: Maybe we could play in teams.
Millie: That's a good idea.
Maxine: Ok, so who's gonna be on which team?
Davy: I've got the winnin' team! (Elbows Micky) He'll take the othah team.
Micky: I don't THINK so!
Mike: I'm headin' up a team, and we get the car.
Emma: (Indicates Mike) I'm with him. I'm terrible at this game.
Valerie: Peter and I are a team.
Peter: Yeah!
Micky: Me and Lauren!
Lauren: Finally, something I can play. :)
Emma: Ok, Mike and I definitely claim the car. We wouldn't have anything else.
Peter: We'll take the iron! (Picks up the iron and proceeds to "iron" Valerie with it on her tummy; she chuckles)
Valerie: Peter, that tickles!
Micky: I want the Scotty dog for Lauren and me!
Larry: Mil and I will take the steamer. I was in the Navy during World War II.
Babbitt: Let me dry off before I try any real estate transactions.
Mr. Bennett: (Shakes his head) I'm with you, Henry. I know how this game can get. We're safer in here.
Davy: Daphne and I want the 'orse, of course!
Daphne: Naturally for Mr. Jockey here.
Kimberly: Hey, Amber, wanna play with me? You can pick the token.
Amber: Okay! How about the shoe?
Kimberly: Shoe it is! (Plucks the shoe and makes it "walk" across Amber's knee.) It's comin' to ya, honey!
*Amber laughs.*
Maxine: Jenny and me will take the thimble.
Jenny: I love to sew. :)
Emma: Hey, Janelle, why don't you help the little girls?
Janelle: I'd love to! You girls don't mind your old mom joining you, do you? *grins as the girls cheer* I'll take that as a no. ;)
Babbitt: Might be useful for those...ladies...to learn how to buy and sell properties.
Emma: (Pushes the remaining tokens to the girls and Janelle) Here's the last two, the top hat and the wheelbarrow.
Janelle: We'll take the top hat.
Mr. Bennett: (Sits on the psychiatrist's couch with his coffee) Actually, I have an idea. Why don't I be treasurer and referee? (Takes the box with the money and properties)
Mike: Yeah, you can do that, Mr. B.
Lauren: *chuckles* We may NEED the ref.
Daphne: Keep those two (indicates Micky and Davy) from killing each other.
*Micky gives a razz.*
(Davy razzes back; Daphne elbows him.)
Millie: Now, boys, we're just playing a friendly game. We aren't REALLY buying and selling Atlantic City.
Emma: Wouldn't wanna buy the real one, anyway. NOT the nicest place.
(Emma sets up all the tokens but the wheelbarrow on the board. Peter puts on the two sets of cards.)
Peter: Ok, who goes first?
Mike: (As everyone settles around the board on the floor as best they can) How about the parents-to-be, then we go around the room?
Millie: That's fine with me.
Larry: Yeah. We've got to plan our strategy.
Micky: Alright! *grabs up the dice and hands them to Lauren* You roll, babe.
Lauren: Okay. *shakes the dice and lets them roll; she gets 6* ...Oriental Avenue...
Micky: We'll buy it!
Mr. Bennett: Sold, to the mother and the drummer! (Hands them the card for Oriental Avenue)
Micky: *hands over the money* Yeah! :)
Mr. Bennett: (Grins, checking the money dramatically) Just making sure it's all there.
Lauren: I'll keep him honest. I am a bank teller, after all.
Emma: Yeah, if anyone knows what they're doing, it's Lauren.
Lauren: Why, thank you. *grins*
*Micky sticks his tongue out.*
Millie: Us old folks get to float on next. (Millie rolls and Larry makes the steamer "float" by holding it a tiny bit above the board)
Larry: (Sighs) Baltic Avenue.
Millie: Not the biggest hit in the world, but what the heck, it's open. We'll take it. (Hands Mr. Bennett the money)
Mr. Bennett: Sold to the bakeress and the moving man! (Counts the money)
Kimberly: Hey, Amber, why don't you roll and move? You have more shoes than I do.
Amber: *takes the dice* And hopefully the dice will roll in my favor! *lets the dice roll* Four. *moves the piece* Aw, income tax! *counts out 10%* Well, it's cheaper than $200. *hands over the money*
Kimberly: That's true. We'll get property next time.
Mike: Em 'n me are next. (Rolls the dice; Emma makes the car "race" across the board.)
Emma: Ooooh, a railroad! We'll take THAT!
Mike: Always wanted to run my own railroad.
(We briefly see Mike and Emma standing in the front of a train, waving and tooting the horn.)
Emma: Your turn, Janelle.
Janelle: *hands the dice to Gina* You roll, honey, I'll move. *Gina nods & rolls* Seven. Chance. *takes a chance card and reads* "Go back three spaces." *moves the piece back* Income tax. *hands over 10%*
Maxine: Always knew Income Tax was a killer. (She rolls; Jenny moves the thimble)
Jenny: Awww! We've gotta pay to ride the Reading!
Mike: (Holds out his hand) Pay up.
(Maxine grumbles as she slaps money into his hand. He counts it, grinning. ;) )
Peter: (Grins) We're up next, honey! (Valerie rolls; he makes "swishing" noises as he pulls the iron across the board)
Peter: Yeah! We get a chance card!
Valerie: (Grins) "Win 25 dollars in a beauty pageant."
Peter: (Smiles) Valerie could win ANY beauty contest!
Valerie: (Blushing) I thought YOU entered that!
Peter: I'd look kind of funny in the tiara and poofy dress!
(Mr. Bennett hands them the money.)
Valerie: I think you'd be cute.
Davy: (As Peter blushes) Ok, folks, stand back, it's the winnah's turn. (Rolls the dice; Daphne makes the horse "gallop." ;) )
Daphne: "Advance token to Boardwalk."
Micky: What?!
Davy: Ooooohhhhh, we'll take THAT! Can you see us, ownin' one of them fancy old Boardwalk 'otels?
(We cut to a brief scene of Davy leading Daphne down an elegant staircase, dressed in an evening gown and tux, past the Monkees and the guests dressed in black and white servants uniforms.)
Davy: I wanna start buildin' on that right away!
Daphne: Maybe we ought to wait.
(Davy hands Mr. Bennett the money - he gives them the token and a green house.)
Davy: It's just one litt'l 'ouse now, luv, (puts his arms around Daphne) but soon we'll have a 'otel biggah than the Marlborough-Bleinheim! (Winks at Micky) Beat that, Mick! It's your turn again!
Daphne: I still think it was a bad idea.
Micky: *snatches up the dice* Rotten little... *rolls the dice* Community Chest. *takes a card; reads* Pay hospital? *the card shows the Uncle holding two babies and a nurse holding the bill*
(Mike and Emma lean over them and nearly fall over laughing.)
Emma: How appropriate can you get?
*Lauren chuckles.*
Mike: Ain't you doin' that anyway?
Micky: Yeah, yeah.
*Lauren hands over the money, still snickering.* ;)
(Mr. Bennett chuckles as he accepts it.)
Millie: (Grinning) Ok, ok. We're next. (She rolls, he "floats" the steamer)
Larry: Chance cards. (Picks a card and makes a face) Um, honey, did you rob your own place recently?
Millie: No, why?
Larry: (Holds out the card) We're going to jail.
Millie: (Makes a face) Oh, wonderful. Don't even get to collect money.
Amber: *picks up the dice* You wanna roll this time, Kim?
Kimberly: Sure. You can still roll Mr. Shoe. Maybe I'll get something good! (Rolls, moves, and grins) Here you go, Amber. Virginia Avenue. We'll be southern belles.
Amber: Alright! We'll take it! *hands over the money*
(We briefly cut to Amber and Kimberly in huge ruflled crinolines, nodding and trying to look coy. ;) )
Emma: We're next. (Rolls the dice; Mike makes the car go "vrroom." Hey Millie, we're coming to visit! ;)
(Cut to Millie and Larry behind bars, while Emma and Mike bring a basket with a file and hacksaw cake. ;) )
Millie: Wanna take our places?
Mike: Um, no thanks. Visitin's enough.
Coco: *grabs the dice, shakes, and lets them roll* Oooh, Electric Company! Can we buy it, Mom?
Janelle: Sure, honey! *counts out the money and hands it over*
Peter: I knew you ladies had electric personalities! (Valerie elbows him as he chuckles at his own joke and Mr. Bennett rolls his eyes with a smile)
*Coco blushes.*
Maxine: Our turn. (Rolls the dice; Jenny wheels her "thimble" across the board) Oh, man, Virginia Avenue!
Jenny: We've gotta pay our OWN roommates?
Kimberly: (Puts out her hand) Cold, hard cash up front would be nice.
Amber: Or else!
Maxine: (Grumbles; slaps the money in Kimberly's hand) Next thing you know, we'll have to pay them to play.
Peter: We're up next! (Grins as Valerie moves the iron, still making swishing noises) Oooh, St. Charles Place!
Valerie: Sounds very dignified. We'll take it.
Peter: Sounds like a good place for a concert hall!
(We briefly see Peter and Valerie on a stage in tux and evening gown, standing in front of a grand piano, holding hands and bowing for an invisible audience ;) )
Valerie: Daph and Davy, it's your turn!
Davy: Make way for the next great Boardwalk showman!
(Daphne rolls the dice. Davy does the galloping this time. )
*Micky mutters something.*
Davy: I do believe this is Vermont Avenue!
Daphne: We could make our own syrup!
(Cut briefly to Davy sticking a spigot into a maple tree...and Daphne pouring the syrup on pancakes.)
Davy: (Looks at Micky with a grin) We'll take it!
Daphne: Hey Lauren, Micky, we're neighbors!
Micky: Goody. *picks up the dice and rolls* Chance... *takes a card & reads* "Get out of jail free."
Lauren: That oughtta come in handy.
(There's a knock on the door as Millie and Larry roll the dice and "float" across the board)
Emma: (Stands) I'll get it. (Peeks in the grille) Oh, Mrs. Filcheck! Come in! (Emma opens it to reveal the kindly older woman carrying a plastic container and three wrapped boxes.)
Mrs. Filcheck: (She hands the containers to Emma) My, my, it's blowing like a politician during Election Day out there! (Grins as she sees the game) Don't call the game on my account. I'll watch. I haven't played Monopoly in years. I'm better at selling Avon products than houses!
Millie: (Puts her hand on her husband's) Wait, honey, don't we lose our turn?
Larry: Because we were in jail. Darn. ("floats" back to jail.)
Mrs. Filcheck: I brought some of my banana bread. I thought everyone else would bring cakes, so why not bring something good for you? :)
(Emma takes the presents into the living room and downstairs.)
Mike: Thanks, Mrs. F. Any food is appreciated.
Micky: *small grin* Always.
Kimberly: (Rolls) Let's hope for more properties, Ambs. I'm feeling lucky.
Amber: *shakes the dice & crosses her fingers on her other hand* Let's hope! *rolls* Oooh, New York Avenue! We'll take it! *counts out and hands over the money*
Kimberly: (Singing) "New York, New York, what a wonderful town..."
Davy: (Chimes in) "The Bronx is up and the Battery's down. The people ride in a hole in the ground..."
Amber: *laughs* Beat me to it!
Micky: *grins* Last time, he got the motions mixed up, though.
Davy: I picked up the cast album for "On the Town" at Rudy's.
Emma: We're up! (Rolls; Mike "vrrooms") Indiana Avenue! We'll take it!
Mike: I'll start my own speedway. (Mike makes a "steering wheel" with his hand and makes car noises)
Janelle: *hands the dice to Debbie* You're next, honey. *Debbie rolls* St. James Place. We'll take that. *counts out and hands over the money*
Valerie: Sounds very elegant.
Janelle: It certainly does!
(Mrs. Filcheck slices banana bread while Babbitt works on his third cup of coffee.)
Maxine: We're next. (Rolls; Jenny rolls the thimble) New York Avenue? What, are we following you guys?
Jenny: (Hands money over to Amber) Man, you're gonna get more money from us than anyone in Atlantic City! :p
Amber: Amber: Ooooh, sixteen bucks! *grins*
Davy: We're next! (Daphne rolls; he "gallops") States Avenue.
Daphne: We'll take it.
Davy: (Hands over more money) And build on it.
Daphne: Davy, I really don't think...
Davy: We've got to make money some'ow, luv.
Peter: Hey, you missed us!
Micky: Gettin' a little building happy, ain'tcha, Dave? *quirks an eyebrow*
Valerie: (Rolls, "swishes") Indiana Avenue.
Mike: (Puts out his hand) Welcome to the speedway.
Peter: At least we know the owners. (Hands him the money; Mike grins and counts )
Emma: You're up, Mick.
Micky: *takes the dice* Alright. *rolls* Pennsylvania Avenue! We'll take it and build on it! *grins at Davy, handing over the money*
Lauren: Uh, Mick, maybe we shouldn't.
Micky: If Dave can build, then I'm gonna build.
Davy: I've still got Boardwalk. Beats your old Pennsylvania Avenue any day.
Daphne: Davy, don't egg him on.
*Micky's eyes narrow.*
Millie: All right, boys, lay off.
Lauren: Come on, guys.
Mike: Enough, you two. You've been competin' against each other all afternoon.
(There's another knock at the door.)
Mrs. Filcheck: I'll get it! (Opens it) Hello Marge.
Mrs. Purdy: Hello, Alice! (Looks at the game) Oh, my. Monopoly? Haven't played that in a while! Hope everyone's being nice.
Emma: Except for those two. (Juts a finger at Micky and Davy)
Davy: WOT?
Micky: I'm not doing anything!
Millie: Maybe we ought to stop. You two are taking this kind of seriously.
Daphne: Davy, we're almost out of money, and you KNOW no one ever lands on Boardwalk!
Davy: Still biggah than 'is.
Micky: I'll show you "biggah"...
Lauren: Guys!
Mike: Knock it off, you two!