*We open at the Pad, where we hear the final few notes of "I'll Be True To You" ...and snoring.*

Davy: *makes a face* Not again! MICK!

*Micky snores again, resting on his arms, on the nearest tom-tom.*

Mike: I was wondering what the fog horn was on the last few bars.

Peter: Who wants to get Micky up?

Davy: 'O's turn is it?

Mike: I'll do it. (He shakes Micky's shoulder) Mick?

*Micky snores and turns his head away from the shaking.*

Davy: *frowns* I know the twins must be a 'andful, but this is ridiculous. Is 'e getting ANY sleep at 'ome?

Mike: (He shakes Micky harder) Mick, this isn't funny. GET UP!

Micky: *mumbles* Five more minutes, Dad.

Davy: At least 'e didn't call you mom.

(Mike strums the loudest possible note he can...right into Micky's ear.)

*Micky jumps, startled, and falls off his stool, landing on the floor behind the drum kit. He scowls tiredly up at Mike.*

Micky: What're you doing scaring me like that?

Mike: You fell asleep over your drums again. (He helps Micky to his feet) Haven't you been sleeping at ALL lately?

Micky: Umm...I slept...not yesterday...the day before...for about three hours.

Davy: Man...

Mike: Kids are really gettin' to you, huh?

Micky: It's like they know. One quiets down finally, then the other one starts up! Poor Lauren's completely worn out. Mom came over today to help her watch them while I came over here.

Peter: Is there any way we could help?

Micky: Well, I have been needing to get over to the furniture store. I ordered a couple things that came in a few days ago. I had to tell them to just hold them until I could get over there. They're paid for, I just haven't had time to get them.

Mike: We could all go over there now and deliver them to your house. We'll finish rehearsal later.

Micky: Man, that'd be great!

Mike: Ok guys, we'll break while we get the furniture for Mick. (Shakes his finger) But don't forget, we'll be going right back to rehearsal when we get home.

Micky: Right!

(Cut to in the MonkeeMobile on the road. Mike is behind the wheel.)

*Micky snores in the passenger seat.*

Mike: We're in the car for five minutes, and he's already out!

Davy: The poor guy's completely worn out. It's amazing. I nevah thought that could 'appen.

Peter: Kids will do that to you.

Davy: But we're talking about Mick 'ere.

Mike: He has twins babies, Dave. Even Mick has his limits, hard as it may be to believe.

Davy: It's just amazing we finally found 'is limit.

Mike: (Stops at a light) Well, we'll be at the furniture store soon. Maybe you should get him up.

Davy: I'll do it this time.

*Davy's about to reach over to wake Micky up, when he pauses, looking out the side of the car.*

Davy: Mates, didn't Mick say Lauren was at 'ome with 'is mom watching the kids?

Mike: I thought she was.

Davy: But ain't that 'er on the sidewalk ovah there? *points*

Mike: It couldn't be!

Davy: *shakes Micky hard* 'Ey, Mick, wake up!

Micky: Wha...

Peter: (Leans out the car window) Wow...

Davy: *turns Micky's head* Is that Lauren ovah there?

Micky: *sits up; eyes widen* Babe!? What's she doing out?

Mike: (Grabs Peter back in the car) Pete, come back here!

*Micky doesn't waste a second jumping out of the car and charging over to where Lauren stands.*

Davy: *leans out after Micky, but can't catch him* Missed 'im by that much.

Mike: Micky! Get back in here!

Peter: (eyes widen as he looks closer) Micky, no!

Davy: *turns* Petah, wot's wrong?

Peter: Her aura is dark!

Davy: Dark...as in devil dark?

Peter: Yes!

Davy: We need to stop 'im!

Peter: Mike, stop the car!

Mike: I'm not leavin' Mick there. We're goin' after HIS stuff! (He pulls over)

Davy: C'mon, while they're still talking!

(All three Monkees jump out of the MonkeeMobile as soon as it hits the curb and runs over to Micky and Lauren's double.)

Peter: (Grabs Micky's arm) Mick! Mick, don't! She isn't real!

*Micky appears dazed. Lauren smirks.*

Lauren: You're too late, boys.

Mike: Shit. You're NOT Lauren, are you?

Peter: No, she isn't! Her aura is dark!

Lauren: *still smirking* Thank you for the compliment. No, I'm not Lauren. I just look like her at the moment.

Davy: Wot did you do to Mick?

Lauren: He's in my control now. Wasn't tough to do, either.

Peter: Let him go!

Mike: Or we have ways of makin' ya. We're in the middle of nowhere. No one's lookin'.

Lauren: *turns to him* Micky, they're threatening me. Please do something about them.

Micky: *turns to the other three* I think you guys oughta leave.

Peter: Micky, no! We're your friends!

Mike: Micky, come on! Snap out of it!

Micky: Snap outta what? I'm just trying to protect Lauren.

*"Lauren" grins, wrapping her arms around Micky's waist.*

Peter: How can we show you that this isn't Lauren? Whatever she is, she has a dark aura!

"Lauren:" *eyes flash with a darkness as she scowls* You boys had best move along. You've got one more chance before we move this little party and I sic him on you.

Mike: We're not goin' anywhere without Mick.

Peter: He's our friend!

Davy: That's right!

"Lauren:" Then it looks like it's time to move our party.

*A black light envelopes everyone, making them disappear.*

(Cut to a large warehouse filled with couches, chairs, beds, mattresses, dressers, tables, and desks. Mike, Peter, and Davy appear in the center of the warehouse.)

Mike: Where are we?

Peter: Hey, look at this couch! (He flops down) Ooh, it's soft!

Mike: Pete, get off there! We haven't bought that!

Davy: Besides, it looks like we need to find Mick.

Mike: I guess she wants us to play "hide and seek," or she's gonna surprise us.

"Lauren:" *appears across a couple pieces of furniture from them* Hi, fellas.

Mike: (Swirls around to face her; Peter almost jumps off the couch) You BITCH! Where IS he?

"Lauren:" He's around. You fellas get to FIND him. Good luck. *disappears*

Mike: Come back here, you bitch, and fight like...well, like whatever you are!

Peter: (Shivers) I don't think we want her to do that, Michael.

Mike: Great. Everyone split up. The first one to find Micky call the others on their communicator.

Davy: Kinda like trying to find a needle in a 'ay stack.

("You Just May Be The One" begins as each boy spreads out. Mike thoroughly checks under every chair, behind every couch, and around every appliance.)

*Davy hops around some furniture, pulls cushions off, looking under and behind.*

(Peter opens closets and checks under seat cushions.)

Mike: (Over the music) Mick, where ARE you? (He sits down on another couch and checks the cushions) Maybe someone left some money down here or somethin'...

*Davy's passes by a string of wardrobes. The doors are left open after he goes through them.*

Peter: Micky! (He runs up to the second floor and tries every chair...rather enjoying it) Oh well. If we have to chase Micky, at least I can be comfortable while doing it!

Mike: (Cut back to him downstairs, pocketing a handful of change) Mick! (He peers into a smaller room) Micky?

(All three guys gather in the center of the room where they started as the song runs down.)

Mike: Anyone found ANYTHIN'?

Davy: Not a sign of 'im.

Peter: No. Just chairs.

Mike: (Growls) Damn it! I'd be ready to tear this place to shreds if we wouldn't end up havin' to pay for this shit.

"Lauren:" *reappears* You didn't find him?

Davy: Wot did you do with 'im?!

Mike: Damn it, I normally don't hit a woman, but I may make an exception with you! Where is he?

Lauren: Let me show you. *Disappears, taking Mike with her!* >:)

Peter: (Wails) No! Bring Mike back!

Davy: Bloody 'ell! Now we've gotta find BOTH of them!

*We fade out and back in on an office upstairs where we see Micky laying on a couch, asleep. He's snoring. "Lauren" and Mike reappear in the room.*

Mike: Mick! (He goes to him) Didn't we start this story like this? (He shakes Micky) Mick, come on! Get up! We're in trouble!

"Lauren:" You're not gonna wake him up that way. I put him to sleep. The poor dear was absolutely worn out.

Mike: Wake him up!

"Lauren:" But I don't want to.

Mike: I want you to. We need to go pick up his furniture and finish rehearsal, and he has to get home to his real wife and their babies.

"Lauren:" Gee, that'd really tug at my heart strings if I cared...but I don't.

Mike: You asked for it, lady. (He launches a punch right at her face)

*"Lauren" stumbles backward. Her image flickers. She glares up at Mike.*

"Lauren:" I can't believe you did that!

Mike: I can do worse. Wake him up, lady.

"Lauren:" *mutters* Dammit. I knew I should've listened to her. *sighs* I'm not prepared to handle much more abuse. *disappears*

Mike: Hey, come back and fight like a...well, like whatever you are!

(Mike turns to Micky on the couch.)

Mike: Mick? You ok?

*Micky snorts and rolls over, cracking his eyes open.*

Micky: Mike?

Mike: Mick, are you ok?

Micky: *yawns as he sits up* I guess so. Last thing I remember was jumping out of the car because I thought I saw Lauren. *looks around* How did I end up here...and where IS here?

Mike: We're in a furniture warehouse. Where, I don't know. I don't know who or what "Lauren" was, but she hexed you and brought you here. We had to look all over the place for you.

Micky: Oh man... *runs a hand through his curls*

(Peter and Davy burst through the door of the office at this point. Peter breaths a sigh of relief and puts his hand on his heart.)

Peter: (Sunshine grin) Micky, you're ok!

Micky: *smiles tiredly* Yeah, Big Peter, I'm okay.

Mike: Let's get outta here, before whatever she was decides to come back. We could probably just imagine ourselves back to the car. I don't think we've been gone that long.

Micky: *yawns again* Fine by me.

Davy: *claps Micky's shoulder* We're gonna 'elp you with those kiddies so you can get some sleep, mate.

Mike: Yeah. Between the eight of us, I'm sure we could work something out.

Micky: Thanks, guys, I really appreciate it. *yawns again*

Mike: (Helps Micky to his feet) Let's get your furniture, before you really DO end up sleepin' again.

Micky: Okay.

Davy: Or before you fall ovah snoring onto one of us!

Mike: Everyone concentrate an' think "MonkeeMobile."

(All four guys disappear in a burst of blue light as we fade out.)