(Four figures soar into the white sections of the crystaline caves. Mike lowers Peter onto the ground as the other two settle next to him.)

Mike: Man, Pete, we've got to start giving you more flying lessons!

Peter: I almost had it after that time with Bernie Class!

Davy: Before or aftah you landed in the bush?

Micky: *snickers* You were so close! ;-)

Mike: Man, I can't thank you guys enough for gettin' Class back for me like that. I pawned Black Beauty for that jerk, and he turned out to be a fake. Can't believe I fell for that. :p

Micky: Hey, he had a pretty convincing story.

Davy: Oh, come on, Mike, we've all been 'oodwinked at one time or anothah.

Peter: It could have been worse. You could have sold your soul to the devil. :p

Mike: Talk about convincin'...

Peter: When we were with Mr. Zero, I had this funny feeling, in the pit of my stomach, like I was going to be sick. I guess I should have paid more attention to it when I was in the music shop, but that harp was just so pretty. I've only gotten that feeling a few other times.

Mike: I started to feel weird the moment Smokey the Bear put in his first appearance. I'm surprised he didn't set off a couple of alarms. :p

*Micky shakes his head, grinning.*

Davy: I felt sort of nauseous the whole time we were in court, and not just because Blackbeard the Pirate kept rockin' the boat, eithah.

Mike: Hey, Micky, I've been wonderin' somethin'. How the heck did you speak to Atilla the Hun? I just said a nonsense word. (Shrugs) Or I thought it was.

Micky: You said a nonsense word? I thought that's what I was doing and you said something for real.

Peter: I thought you both knew what you were saying and he was saying the nonsense words!

Micky: *grins* Maybe that was it. ;-)

Davy: At least they got somewhere with 'im, no mattah what they said. ;)

Mike: Man, Zero. What an asshole. I can't believe he tried that on you, Pete.

Peter: (Whimpers) Don't mention that, Michael. That was the scariest night of my life!

Mike: (Sits by the now-blank monitor) You know, of all the bad guys we faced, there were only a few who truly frightened me. I mean, really scared the shit out of me. Zero was the worst. (Sighs) And that's not counting all the recent weirdness...

Peter: Michael, he scared you, too?

Micky: And me.

Davy: Me, too.

Peter: Oh, man...

Mike: Pete, I know how you feel about this religious stuff, but devil or just nasty evil man, he would have gone through with his threats. He wasn't some brainless gangster or a con artist out to scam musicians or little old ladies. I doubt Hell...or wherever Zero lives...is as pleasant as he painted it. (Grins) And have you noticed we can say "Hell" now, and it ain't bleeped?

Davy: And a lot worse, mate. (Shrugs) We're 20-somethin's. In real life, we'd be sayin' nastier stuff.

Micky: I know that for a fact. *smirks* ;-)

Peter: (Rubs his tummy) I'm feeling funny again, like when Zero was around.

Mike: Yeah, me too, buddy. Maybe this is tryin' to tell us somethin'.

Micky: *eyes widen slightly* You guys are feeling weird?

Davy: (Nods) I know I am.

Peter: (Gulps) Do you think it's something big?

Mike: (Quietly) I dunno, buddy.

Davy: Maybe we should tell the girls, at least Em and Lauren, if no one else...

Mike: No.

Peter: Michael, I know you're scared, but maybe they could help!

Micky: He's got a point, Mike.

Mike: (Frowns) How do you know that? I haven't told you...

Peter: (Shrugs) I just...know. I know what people are feeling.

Davy: Besides, it's obvious. You don't want Em 'urt, but she'll find out anyway, and I'm sure the othah girls will eventually, too.

Mike: The girls have been hurt so badly by this "Imagination Power" of ours already. I want to keep them out of this one.

*Micky gulps.*

Mike: (Looks pointedly at Micky) Especially now that there's kids coming...

Micky: Right.

Peter: Micky, what's wrong?

Micky: Wrong? N-nothing. Nothing's wrong.

Davy: Micky...

Mike: (Leans back and crosses his arms) Ok, Mick, out with it. What did you do?

Peter: You can tell us!

Micky: Why does everyone always assume I did something?

Davy: Well, then, why are you tryin' to look innocent? ;)

Micky: Uhh...

Mike: You ain't too good at that. I'm not, either.

Peter: (Puts his hand on Micky's shoulder) Micky, tell us. We won't hurt you!

Mike: Well, shotgun?

Micky: *gulps* I wouldn't be so sure about that. I, uh, sorta told Lauren...uhm...about...here.

Mike: (Eyes widen) WHAT???!!! (His roar echoes through the cavern.)

Davy: Geez, Mike, make 'alf the bloomin' place fall down, why don't ya?

Micky: *moves away* Oh, God.

Mike: Micky, I've told you...

Micky: I know, but she wouldn't leave me alone about it! I couldn't keep it from her any longer!

Peter: (Gets between them) Mike, Micky's right. (Shrugs) I don't see why it's so bad that Lauren knows. She'll keep the secret. She loves Micky more than anything!

*Micky nods furiously.*

Mike: Fine. Just tell her not to tell anyone else, and that includes Em.

Davy: Mike, you can't keep protectin' that girl.

Peter: We'll need help, and Em could give us information from the paper....

Mike: I don't want to see anyone else dead!

Micky: How is anyone gonna find out they know anything?

Mike: You know the methods these bad guys use...

Micky: But they won't know the girls are connected...

Davy: Mike, stop bein' bloody paranoid and tell Em.

Mike: She's only a damn reporter! She'll smell a story!

Peter: She's a good writer. She'll find a way around it.

Micky: She'll know better, Mike. She won't say anything.

Peter: (Puts his hands firmly on his friend's shoulders) Michael, you want to tell her, but you're afraid. You keep remembering what happened to the people who lived down the street from us.

Mike: Do you remember how we all felt after that? (Turns to Micky) Micky, bring Lauren here. She might as well know the full story... but I still don't want her tellin' Em.

Micky: *nods* Okay. *pauses* Now?

Davy: (Smacks Micky on the shoulder) Like you ain't eagah to be goin' at 'er anyway! ;)

Peter: You miss her! I can tell! :)

Micky: Well, yeah. :x

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) I hope you guys ain't like this with Em and I when we finally get hitched.

Davy: (Mutters) "If you get 'itched," the way you're actin'. (Out loud) When is the weddin', anyway?

Mike: Dunno. (Grins) But I'm thinkin' that Mick and I could share a bachelor party, since he never had the chance to have one, and Emma wants a real bridal shower.

Davy: Are you sure that's safe, wit' you two? ;)

Peter: (Claps) That'll be fun! :D

Micky: *small smirk* Safe? Us? Couldn't be safer. ;-)

Mike: (Grins) Yeah! Who do you think you're talkin' to? I won't let it get outta control! ;)

Davy: That's what Napoleon said right before Waterloo.

*Micky grins.* O:-)

Davy: (Nods) Come on, Mick. Let's go get Lauren, before this conversation gets to 'ot for delicate ears. ;)

Micky: Yeah. ;-)

Mike: (As the two younger Monkees take off) Don't talk to no strangers! ;)

Peter: And wear clean underwear! ;)

Micky: *calls after them* Where's the fun in that!?

(Fade out on the hide-out, then back in. Micky gingerly carries Lauren, followed by Davy, as Mike and Peter sip drinks, awaiting them. Micky and Davy set the pregnant girl on the crystalline couch.)

Lauren: *looking around with wide eyes* Oh. My. Lord!

Davy: So, luv, what do you think?

Peter: I think she's impressed.

Lauren: It's...just...wow!

(Davy closes his eyes. A soft, thick purple pillow appears in a flash of blue light. He gently places it under Lauren.)

Lauren: *smiles* Thanks, Dave. *looks around some more* This is amazing!

Peter: We think the crystal made it after we hid it here. Micky and Mike are still looking into the specifics.

Mike: Ok, Lauren. I'm glad you like this place. I do, too, but it has to stay secret, (indicates their uniforms) as do we. You can't tell Em or anyone else.

Lauren: Of course! *nods*

Micky: Good, because if it doesn't stay secret, it's my neck. *nervous grin*

Peter: Do you want a drink?

Davy: Do you need more pillows?

Lauren: Guys, guys... *holds her hands up* I'm fine, really. :-)

Mike: We don't need the press and all the loonies who seem to follow us wherever we go houndin' us.

Lauren: I wouldn't think of telling anyone about this. I won't say a word.

Micky: *grins, wrapping an arm around Lauren's shoulders* See? Nothin' to worry about.

Mike: (Indicates the crystal) We think that's what's creatin' our "Imagination Power." We've had this power for a long time, long before we met you girls.

Davy: For the past three years, we've been able to create items and costumes out of thin air.

Lauren: *blinks* Wow. (Frowns) But how come it's worked for me and Emma?

Peter: We're still working on that. We think there's a link between Em and Mike and you and Micky.

Davy: Soulmates.

Mike: Em and I...

Peter: ...Are hopelessly in love. ;)

Lauren: *glances at a grinning Micky* I'll buy that. ;-)

Mike: Never actually tried usin' it to travel places until Emma and Pete wanted to create a fantasy world.

Lauren: That's just awesome!

Mike: We can that do in any form. When we're like this (indicates his Spandex-incased form), we're super strong...

(Micky throws a ball of crystal all the way across the room into a basketball net.)

Micky: Gives us something fun to do. ;-)

Mike: ...have hot and cold laser vision...

(Micky melts the ice in Mike's drink... and Davy freezes the drink into a slushee.)

Mike: ...and you've seen us fly.

Davy: (Eyes Peter) Most of us.

Peter: (Blushes the color of his uniform) I'm still working on it.

Micky: *chuckles* Pete's getting there. ;-)

Peter: I've been practicing on the beach before all of you are up!

Lauren: As if I wasn't already impressed with you guys. ;-)

Mike: (Nods) We're less clumsy like this, too. You won't see us run into doors as much. And I... (flexes his bad hand, which can now go all the way) ...can move this.

Lauren: *blinks* Wow...

Micky: Now, that's something I don't get. Mike regains full use of his hand again, but my leg is still shorter than the other. Someone explain the fairness in that. ;-)

Peter: Have you ever tried imagining it longer, Mick?

*Lauren slaps a hand to her forehead, smirking.*

Micky: *blinks* Uh...actually, no.

Mike: Besides, we're only this way in this form. When we're normal...well, you know what we're like. :)

Lauren: This is amazing. I had no idea there was more to this than the flying and the... *glances at Micky* cute costumes. ;-)

Davy: We're still workin' out all the details ourselves, luv. Every time we do this, we figah out somethin' different.

Peter: We do it to help the neighborhood, people like Mr. Bennett and Mrs. Purdy who are really old and really suseptible to people like Zeckenbush and Bernie Class.

Mike: We're the only ones who can. Most of the rock groups are on the fringes, and unless Nyles is surfing, he's usually fairly useless.

Lauren: *chuckles* I kinda figured that out. ;-)

Peter: You know all the strange things that happen in our neighborhood!

*Lauren nods.*

Davy: The incidents with Dragonman and Shah-Ku, for starters.

(Peter whimpers at the mention of Dragonman.)

*Micky winces at the mention of Shah-Ku.*

Mike: I still haven't gotten the full story on that. I was visitin' Mom in Dallas at the time.

Micky: You don't want the whole story, trust me.

Peter: (Quickly, seeing the look on Davy's face) It wasn't fun, Mike, trust me.

Mike: And we activate our powers either by "imaginin'" them, goin' in a phone booth, or bein' in contact with the crystal. Let me demonstrate. (Touches the crystal. There's the blue-white light, and he's back in his mechanic's overalls again)

Lauren: Cool!

Mike: De-activate them the same way.

Peter: Maybe we ought to tell her why we're doing this, Mike. It'll make her understand all of this better.

Mike: (Nods and sits on one side of Lauren; Micky is on the other already) Lauren, do you know the empty house on Beachwood, the one about a block or so from us?

Lauren: *nods* Yeah.

Mike: Well, about three years ago, a couple of months after we moved into the Pad, there was this middle-aged couple....