*We begin at the Dolenz house, mid June, a few months after "Ooh Baby Baby." The front door is wide open. Micky and Davy bring a decently sized dining room table in, sideways, through the door.*

Micky: Careful, Dave! Don't scratch anything!

Davy: I won't, I won't.

Mike: (From outside) Guys, don't kill yourselves gettin' in the door!

Emma: (From outside) Or, worse yet, kill the table!

Micky: Tell Davy that!

Lauren: *from outside* Or I might have to kill one of you!

Micky: *cringes* Alright, alright!

*The guys go through the foyer, to the dining room, and set the table down.*

Mike: (Comes in with two chairs, followed by Emma with another chair) Em, it's ok. There ain't no blood or splinters or nuthin'.

Emma: (Still outside) Thank goodness! (She comes in with another chair)

Lauren: *follows, carrying an ottoman* All I know is there shouldn't be anything I have to clean once we get everything in! Blood is terrible to get out of anything.

Micky: *comes out of the dining room, followed by Davy* Don't worry, babe, there won't be any bloodshed! *kisses Lauren's forehead as he goes in the opposite direction*

Valerie: (Comes in with Shelly on her arm) I should hope not! There's children here!

Peter: (He has Little Mick and is grinning) I'm sure they've seen worse already, Val. Hey Mick, did you bring the chemistry set yet?

Micky: It's been in the garage since March.

Davy: They 'ad a bed, crib, a couple folding chairs, a ragged loveseat, and the chemistry set as the only things in ths house. They 'ad their clothes on a couple folding tables.

Micky: Dave, quit exagerating! We had a bureau for most of the clothes! *pulls Davy out the door*

Lauren: *returns from the bedroom, where she left the ottoman* We didn't have much because we wanted to wait for tha tag sales, that's all.

Mike: I'm surprised Mick's stuff made it IN the bueraus. It never did when he lived at the Pad.

Lauren: That was my doing, Mike. ;)

Micky: *carries in a small chest of drawers inside* I heard that, Mike!

Davy: *carries a couple drawers* But it's true, Mick.

Micky: Just carry the furniture, wouldja?

Valerie: (As she and Peter sit on the couch with the babies) How much is left out there?

Micky: The large set of drawers, a small wardrobe, and a few more drawers.

Lauren: We made one heck of a haul. We got everything for under $100! :D

Mike: I give you guys credit. (He heads back outside, followed by Emma)

Peter: Well, now what?

Valerie: (Cuddles Shelly gently) Now, we organize it all and head out so Mick and Lauren can have some time to be with their children.

Davy: I keep waiting for Mick to ask one of us to watch the kids aftah we're done 'ere, so 'e and Lauren can 'ave some time to themselves.

Micky: *moves behind Davy* Are you offering, Dave?

Davy: Did I say that?

Peter: Val and I will take them! :)

Micky: You will?

Valerie: We were going to spend some time at my dad's house. We'll just watch the kids while we're there. We still have some baby furniture.

Lauren: *smiles* That'd be great! Believe it or not, we really haven't had a lot of time alone, just the two of us.

Mike: We'd take them, but we both have work this evening.

Emma: WE'VE barely had time to ourselves!

Peter: You guys have both been busy lately, haven't you?

Emma: I pick up all the hours I can at work.

Mike: And I have our Club Fairview gig and workin'. I'm bushed.

Davy: I've been at the stables a lot meself.

Micky: Lauren and I have been taking turns with the kids, with working and the gigs.

Emma: Hey Davy, how's Daph? We've only seen her and the Abbies at gigs.

Davy: *smiles rather dreamily; there's almost stars in his eyes* Daph's doing just fine. We're went out last night for dinnah and a movie.

Mike: You really ARE gone about that gal, aren't ya?

Davy: Yeah, I am.

Emma: I'm glad to see it.

Micky: I think we all are. Congrat, Dave.

Mike: See? Stickin' to one chick ain't so hard.

Davy: I just 'ad to find the right chick.

Peter: (Smiles as Little Micky coos) You're so cute, yes, you are. (Looks at Micky and Lauren) How are the kids these days, guys? We haven't watched them in a while.

Lauren: Growing like weeds.

Micky: And eating just as well.

Mike: (Rubs Little Mick's head gently) I know they're noisy. You shoulda heard this guy the last time Em n' I had them.

Lauren: Mick got his daddy's pipes. Shelly's quieted down, but she can let herself be known on occasion.

Mike: No kiddin'. That kid can go on for hours when he wants to...and when you turn around to pick him up, he smiles and gurgles like he didn't do nuthin'. Thinks he's innocent, just like his old man.

Micky: Because he IS innocent! *does his own innocent grin*

Lauren: Oh, Mick! Go get the rest of the furniture!

Micky: I'm going, I'm going! *heads outside*

Mike: Yeah, before I send you out there anyway on the back of my hand.

Micky: *calls out* I heard that!

Davy: *follows Micky* Let me grab those empty drawers! You carry the 'eavy stuff!

Mike: Guys! (He heads out after them)

Lauren: *shakes her head* Those two...

Emma: (Sighs and turns to Lauren) Should we go, too, or should we stay in here and get organized?

Lauren: Well, we'd really appreciate the help in getting organized.

Emma: Organization's a specialty of mine. Remember right after we moved to the pad for the first time, what a mess that place was?

Lauren: Yeah. You did an excellent job. That's why I couldn't pass up the offer.

Emma: So, where do you want to start? Or should we wait for the boys? (Smiles; Val and Peter are leaning over the babies, speaking baby-talk to them) I think those two are very busy.

Lauren: Let’s start. If we wait for the fellas, we might be here for a long while.

Emma: (Winces as a crash and loud voices are heard) Yeah.

Lauren: *groans* Oh man... :P

Micky: *limps inside* Dammit, Dave, that was my FOOT!

Davy: *follows, carrying the last of the drawers* Sorry, Mick, but I nevah saw you! You came up be'ind me, and when I turned, you scared me!

Micky: Yeah, yeah... *hobbles over to the couch; leans his rear on the back of it, pulls off his tennis sneaker, and rubs his foot*

Lauren: Can't you guys do ANYTHING without causing each other problems? Sheesh.

Mike: (Storms in after Davy) Are you guys gonna help with the wardrobe, or are Laurel and Hardy gonna continue their act?

Micky: This ain't an act! Dave dropped the drawer on my foot, and it really friggin' HURT!

Davy: I said I was sorry, Mick! Wot more do you want?

*Micky grumbles, but doesn't respond, still rubbing his foot.*

Mike: Well, whatever it is, knock it off, ok? We don't need to be breakin' the furniture OR Mick's foot, and we still have the wardrobe to bring in!

Peter: (Rocks Little Mick, who starts squawking) Guys, you woke him up!

Davy: I'll 'elp you with the wardrobe, Mike.

Mike: As long as you don't kill me doin' it, fine.

Davy: I won't, not on purpose, at least.

Lauren: *sighs* Are you okay, Mick?

Micky: I think it'll be fine. It landed flat, but it stung like crazy. I'm just glad the corner didn't come down on it.

Peter: (Hands Micky his fussy son) Micky, why don't you take him for a moment? I'm wondering if he needs to be changed or fed...

Micky: *pats Mick's back; Little Mick lets out a good burp* Or burped. *holds Little Mick in front of him; the little boy giggles* Oh, you think you're funny, do ya, kiddo? *tickles the little boy's tummy*

Lauren: Did I mention Mick seems to have a knack for figuring out exactly what one of the kids' needs to be quieted down?

Peter: (Laughs) He's so cute, Mick, and so much fun! He loves it when I make faces at him.

Valerie: (Brings Shelly over; she's asleep) This little lady went right to bed. Noisy Monkees don't bother her!

Lauren: She's the heavy sleeper. Her brother, not so much.

Peter: (Sighs) So I noticed. I was trying to get Micky to sleep, but he just kept wiggling.

Micky: He has my restlessness and Lauren's light sleeping. Not the best combination.

Lauren: I'm hoping he grows out of one or the other soon.

Peter: I'm sure he'll be fine. (Smiles; the little boy's eyes are already closing) Look, he's already on his way to dreamland!

Micky: Hey! Pete, that reminds me, you guys haven't heard the lullabye I wrote!

Lauren: Oh, yeah! Sing it, and hopefully it'll finish putting him to sleep.

*Micky sings "Pillow Time" to Little Mick, whose eyes close halfway through. He snores very lightly by the end of the lullabye.*

(Mike and Davy drag in the wardrobe as Micky finishes the song.)

Mike: (Sets the wardrobe down as easily as he can and joins them) Hey, guys...

Peter: (Puts a finger up to his lips) Shhh! The babies just went to bed!

Micky: *quietly* What, Mike?

Mike: Everythin's in now. Let's get it organized.

Peter: (Shakes his head) I think we should let Micky and Lauren have some time to themselves now.

Mike: But...

Lauren: We can wait on the organizing. It's no big deal. Most of it's already it the right rooms, anyway.

Davy: I agree with Petah, Mike. We can come back and 'elp them at a latah time.

Peter: (Smiles) Do you still want us to take the kids for a while?

Micky: If you don't mind.

Valerie: Not at all. (Peter takes Little Mick back) We'll bring them home in time for dinner.

Lauren: *smiles* That'll be fine.

Mike: (Looks at his watch) I have work soon, anyway. Want us to come over tomorrow and help, Mick?

Micky: Sure! That'll be perfect.

Davy: Hey, Mick, sorry about dropping the drawah on your foot. It was just an accident.

Micky: I know, Dave. I just kinda flipped out a bit, that's all.

Davy: Shall we 'ead out, then, mates?

Mike: (Raises an eyebrow) You guys are...apologizing?

Micky: What?

Emma: They're growing up, honey.

Davy: It ain't THAT unusual.

Micky: Hey, I got kids I'll have to teach manners to, ya know.

Emma: (Before Mike can open his mouth) Come on, honey. You have work, and so do I. (Smiles at Lauren) See you guys tomorrow!

Lauren: Have a good night, guys!

Peter: We'll be along, too.

Valerie: Call us when you're ready for the kids to come home.

Lauren: We will, thank you!

(They follow Mike and Emma out the door.)

Lauren: *sits on the couch and looks at Micky* And for the first time in three months, it's just the two of us.

Micky: *plops next ot Lauren* We should make very good use of this time, then. *waggles his eyebrows*

Lauren: You're terrible, Mick, but it's a great kind of terrible.

Micky: *drapes an arm around her shoulders* Ain't I?

*We fade out on the scene as they kiss.*