Mike: Hey, guys, ready to find out what Delilah's up to...and where Kristof went?
Micky: Yeah!
Peter: Let's go!
Davy: I'm ready!
(We begin with the four guys soaring over the desert in their MonkeeMan uniforms.)
Mike: I don't understand it. The light blinked...but you were all ok.
Micky: Maybe there's something wrong with it.
Peter: (He's being carried by Mike) Maybe the crystal is broken.
Davy: (Frowns) 'Ey, guys, remembah, there's two reasons that damn light blinks - when there's dangah in the neighborhood, or when there's dangah neah the cave.
Peter: But the cave is secret! Only the four of us and the girls know where it is!
Mike: (Pales) Not unless someone followed one of us there...
Micky: Uh oh... *frowns*
Mike: (Softly) And I was the last one there, with...(eyes widen) Em! Oh, God, I left her there all alone!
Peter: I'm sure she's ok, Mike.
Micky: Yeah, man, nothin' to worry about.
Mike: (Shakes her head) Not if Delilah was the one following us.
Davy: (Pales himself) Oh, god, 'er...
Mike: She's workin' for somebody. She was awful interested in us and the girls last night.
Davy: And she were too interested in me. :p
Peter: (Grins) You're just mad that she saw your heart boxers! ;)
Micky: Maybe that was it. :-P
Davy: (Swats at Peter) Petah...
Mike: Oh, man, I hope Em's ok. If Delilah's hurt her or anything, I don't know what I'll do!
Peter: Mike, Emma's good at taking care of herself.
Micky: She's only told you that how many times? ;-)
Mike: I know. I just can't help worryin'. (Small smile) The Papa Wolf in me comin' out again. :)
(The boys come up on the cave and fly into it...and get quite a shock when they arrive at the main room. Everything - the walls, the equipment, the furniture - has been shattered into a million pieces.)
Peter: (Whimpers) Oh, God!
Micky: *mutters, wide eyed* Oh no...
Davy: (Eyes widen in horror) Someone found this place...and bloody trashed it.
Mike: (Gently sets Peter on one of the few parts of the floor not littered with piles of broken machinery and shattered crystal shards) EM! EM! EM, WHERE ARE YOU? EM? DARLIN', ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
(The only sound is his voice echoing on the remaining crystal.)
Mike: Oh, no...(runs through the piles, calling Emma's name) EM! EM, DARLIN', PLEASE...(softer, almost a sob)....please tell me you're ok.
Peter: (He's crying hard) They destroyed everything!
Micky: *shocked* This cannot be happening!
Davy: The crystal! (Goes to where the crystal usually is and starts poking around in piles of broken shards with his toe) The crystal's gone, too!
Peter: Oh, no! (Runs to join them and also starts poking around)
Micky: What?! *also joins them*
(Mike runs into the other caverns, calling Emma's name, his voice growing fainter.)
Peter: (Still wailing) Micky, the crystal isn't here! It's gone!
Davy: 'Oevah left this mess must 'ave stolen the crystal.
Micky: This is terrible!
Mike: (His voice gets closer) EM! (Softer) Em? Oh, god, no...(he finally re-enters the main room, shock written plainly on his face.) I can't find Em anywhere.
(Peter only cries harder and louder.)
Mike: The other caverns all look like this one. All of our equipment was destroyed, except for Micky's chemistry set. It's nowhere to be found. They must have taken that, too.
Micky: They took the chemistry set? They must be desperate!
Davy: Or, they're scientists.
Mike: (Narrows eyes) Like Kristof....
Micky: You don't think...
Mike: DAMN!!! (His angry voice echoes so loudly around the remains of the cavern, Peter jumps into Micky's arms) Kristof must have found out about this place somehow. I'll bet he sent Delilah to follow Em and me.
Davy: (Frowns) Delilah's just a two-bit cheap tart. What's she doin' with a scientist? 'Er idea of science is nocturnal activities! :p
Micky: *sets Peter down but keeps an arm around him* So, what do we do? Getting mad isn't gonna fix anything.
Mike: We have to find out who did this. Find them, and we'll find Em and the crystal. (Quietly) And we've got to protect the other girls. If they know about Em, they may know about them, too.
Davy: They don't know nothin' bout Daphne. She and I 'ave only been datin' a few days now.
Peter: Valerie said she was spending time with her sister at home today while their father was out of town. The Cartwright mansion has guard dogs, security police, fancy security systems...the whole works!
Micky: Lauren's at work, but she'll be back at the apartment later today.
Mike: Valerie should be ok at her house, but we'll have to somehow keep an eye on the other two.
Davy: Daphne will probably be rehearsin' with the girls all day.
Mike: Lauren can stay with us after she gets home. You guys could have dinner with us, then we could all go over to the Club Fairview.
Micky: *nods* That'll be fine.
Mike: I just can't believe...someone actually got to this place. I thought it was so well hidden...(sadly) I should have known it wouldn't last.
Micky: *warningly* Mike, don't do this to yourself.
Mike: (suddenly turns to Micky) If I hadn't brought Em here, she would never have fallen into the clutches of that...that... (kicks at a pile of machine parts that had once been the monitor)
Micky: You didn't know that! It could've happened if I'd brought Lauren here!
Peter: (Puts his hand on Mike's shoulder) Emma will be ok, Michael. Peace. It could have happened to any of us.
Mike: But it happened to me.
Davy: Oh, come off it, Mike, don't start on the self-pity kick again! You did this when we lost Em out west!
Micky: We don't need you doing this again.
Mike: (Closes his eyes) I know you guys are right. It's just...Em's my fiancee...
Peter: We know that, Michael, and you have every right to be scared for her, but you can't let it get to you. We need you to help us plan our strategy.
Micky: That's right, Mike. We need your level head to get through this. *small grin*
Mike: (Nods) I just...(looks at his three friends and says very softly) I love her.
Peter: (Squeezes Mike's shoulder) And you need to do this for her. We'll never find her if we don't work together, like we did at the concert the other night!
Mike: (Sighs) Man, Pete, those eyes ought to be registered as lethal weapons.
Micky: I though they were registered... ;-)
(Davy chuckles; Peter sticks his tongue out at Micky.)
Mike: (Rolls his eyes, then says in his most commanding voice) Well, men, what are we waiting for? We have a damsel, crystal, and chemistry set in dire peril to rescue! (Turns to the others) We'll need to split up. Someone's got to find out where Kristof is staying these days.
Davy: And 'ow are we going to do that?
Mike: (Winks) Give Delilah a taste of her own medicine. Someone will tail her until we find out where her boss is. ;)
Peter: Who's gonna do that?
(The guys all exchange looks.)
Mike: We could draw straws.
Davy: Could we draw actual straws this time?
Micky: Don't like the drawings? ;-)
Mike: He just doesn't like gettin' the short straw. ;)
Peter: (Closes his eyes; there's the familiar blue light, and a pack of straws appear) I guess the crystal is ok, guys. Our powers still work!
Mike: Ok, men, draw!
(The guys all draw straws at once, then compare them. Peter's is the shortest.)
Peter: Aw, man! :p
Micky: Sorry, Pete. ;-)
Mike: Don't worry, good buddy. We've still got all our spy equipment back in the Pad. Pull a "Mission: Ridiculous." ;)
Peter: Yeah! I'll be a real Maxwell Smart! ;)
Mike: Shame you can't get Val to be your 99. ;)
Peter: (Shakes his head) She really wants to spend time at home. We were going to go to a piano concert tomorrow.
Mike: (Nods) The rest of us will be at the Club Fairview, including Lauren. We'll meet you there around eight o'clock, good buddy. That'll give you the whole day to tail her.
Peter: I thought I was just following her, not looking for a tail!
Davy: (Shakes his head) Oh, Petah...
Micky: *laughs* Peter! ;-)
Mike: (Grins) Come on, guys. Let's get outta here, before whoever decided they didn't like this place comes back for seconds. :p
(The four boys take off again into the blue horizon. Mike, Micky, and Davy land on Micky and Lauren's balcony. Peter waves and continues on to the Pad.)
Mike: We can pick up Lauren and give her a quick update, then go back to the Pad and get ready for the Fairview.
Micky: *nods, pulling his keys out* She's not gonna happy, either.
Mike: No, Em's her best friend, and she was in on the MonkeeMan secret.
Davy: We could probably get 'er to 'elp out, too. She and Emma both seem to 'ave that powah.
Micky: *unlocks the blacony doors and lets them in.* We won't even have to ask. She'll just help anyway.
Davy: When's she comin' 'ome?
Micky: *takes a quick look at the clock* Shouldn't be too long. Ten, fifteen minutes maybe.
Mike: (Grins) You guys got any cards? I'm feelin' the need to kick some rears at poker. ;)
Davy: (Rolls his eyes) Sure you will, mate!
Micky: Of course we have cards! *disappears in the bedroom and returns with a deck moments later* Here you go, Mike. ;-)
Mike: (Sits down at the table in the living room/kitchen) Well, let's just see who's the poker master here, fellas! ;)
*The boys have been playing cards for a little over ten minutes when the apartment door opens.*
Lauren: *stops just inside the door and stares at the boys* Oh, good Lord, you guys have got to be kidding me! What the heck're you guys doing sitting around here as your alternate selves?!
Mike: Waitin' for you, Lauren. We've gotta talk. (Slaps his hand down) Three queens. Beat that, fellas!
Davy: (Makes a face) I'm out.
Lauren: *walks up to the table* You're playing Poker!?
Micky: *pokes Lauren in the side, which earns him a glare, shakes his head* Three sevens.
Mike: They didn't wanna play Crazy Eights. (Shrugs and scoops up the candy piled in the center of the table) Come to Papa Wolf... ;) (Grins at Lauren) Could be worse, Laur. We could be shootin' the chandelier. ;)
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Please don't. ;-) *pauses* You said something about needing to talk?
Mike: (His face turns serious) Lauren, someone wrecked the hide-out. And I mean wrecked. Everything. The place is totalled. The walls, the equipment...everything.
Davy: Except Micky's chemistry set and the crystal.
Micky: Both of which were taken...
Mike: (Looks sadly at the table) Em was taken, too. She wasn't there when we arrived.
Lauren: *an angry look crosses her face* They got Em?!
Mike: Someone did. She was nowhere to be found at the hide-out, and busses don't exactly run to that part of the desert. I think Delilah followed Em and me last night when I took her to the cave.
Lauren: So, what's the plan?
Davy: Petah is followin' Delilah to find out 'o she's workin' for. The rest of us are going to protect you and Daphne.
Mike: We should find out more about these robberies, too. (Makes a face) Damn, I wish Em were here. She only works at a newspaper! :p :(
Micky: We can find stuff out. How hard could it be?
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Famous last words. ;-)
Davy: And that's not all. We suspect Delilah 'as some'ow gotten in with our old friend Kristof.
(Mike growls faintly at the name.)
Lauren: *groans* Wonderful. :-P
Davy: Wouldn't think she'd be 'is type, since she's got the brains of a 'ummin' bird, but it makes sense aftah what 'appened in the factory the othah day.
Mike: Bet he's usin' her for somethin'.
Micky: Gee, I wonder what that could be? *quirks an eyebrow*
Mike: I mean other than sex. (Micky shrugs) He probably wants her for an (makes a face) "experiment." :p
Lauren: I wouldn't be surprised. :-P
Davy: She'd fall for it. She's such an eagah dope.
Mike: Lauren, we're going to take you back to the Pad. You'll be safer there. We'll have dinner together, then go to the Fairview.
Lauren: *nods* Sure. That's fine.
Mike: (Goes to the balcony and opens the door) Come on, guys. You carry her, and be gentle about it. We're gonna need some grub if we're gonna fight evil! ;)
Micky: *grins* I've got her!
Lauren: Yeah, Mick's used to carrying me now. ;-)
Davy: (Hands Lauren a pillow) 'Ere's a litt'l somethin' for the ride, Laur. ;)
Lauren: *smiles* Thanks, Dave. So considerate. ;-)
Micky: *crosses his arms* My flights are not that bumpy. ;-)
Davy: 'E still likes lookin' at your rear. ;)
Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Are you guys coming today? (Takes off out the balcony door)
Micky: Uh, yeah, we better go. *picks up Lauren and her pillow and takes off*
*Davy follows, still chuckling.*
(We cut to Peter, who is on the beach in "Mission: Ridiculous" gear. He's hiding behind a palm tree watching Delilah, who is tanning in a gold bikini.)
Peter: (Voice-over narration) It was rare that I, the Connecticut Counter-Spy, got a case all of my own, but my esteemed collegues...ok, my best friends...finally decided I was ready to do something myself. They assigned me to watch Delilah, a tough but (gulps as Delilah turns on a well-tanned, trim, curvy side) um, nice-looking cookie. Watching her was a piece of cake. She was just frying herself on the beach like a mackerel being cooked on a camp fire. (Pause) Hey, is this narration making anyone else hungry?
(Peter pulls out a sandwich as Delilah gets up and starts gathering her things.)
Peter: (Narration; gulps the sandwich) My quarry...ok, the girl I was following...was on her way down the beach at 800 hours. She should be by the docks around, oh, 9.
(Peter scurries down the beach, following Delilah. It's a very deserted part of the beach, almost desert-like. Delilah turns, looking around her - Peter ducks behind a sand dune.)
(Several men join Delilah at that moment, all in business suits.)
Man 1: Where have you been, Miss D? The boss is looking for you! He finished the...insect project. It should be coming here any minute. He wants to test it out.
Delilah: *sighs* I was working on my tan, if you must know.
(Peter watches them with binoculars from behind the sand dune.)
Man 2: Did you ever get the feeling you were being followed?
(Peter ducks further down the dune.)
Delilah: *smirks* Yeah, followed by you guys.
Man 1: You've gotta lay off the bad mystery movies.
Man 2: The boss wants us to hit the Fairview tonight. Something about picking up instruments and amplifiers from clubs. They've always got fairly good stuff.
Man 1: The Fairview is new...and thus, should have new stuff. ;)
Delilah: *nods* How very perceptive of you. ;-)
Man 1: (Pulls out a black crystal) The boss wants you to get a look at this. Made it with particles from the blue one. Says its tainted, or somethin'.
Delilah: Really? *takes the black crystal* Wow. It's amazing.
(Peter suddenly gasps and falls to his knees, clutching his head.)
Man 2: He made it from one of those fake rocks he stole from the chemistry place.
Delilah: *turns the crystal over* Very nice!
Man 1: All those chemicals and the set from the cave came in handy, too. ;)
(Peter whimpers, gasping for air.)
Man 2: Now, I know I heard somethin!
Peter: (Barely able to whisper) Gotta...get...outta...here! I've got..to warn...the guys!
Delilah: Well, you guys can look around. I'll watch the crystal.
(Peter tries to stand...but collaspses to his knees.)
Man 2: The boss should be around with his new invention any minute! He told people it was for a new sci-fi movie.
Delilah: *smirks* He's always thinking. ;-)
(That's when Delilah and Peter hear a strange clanking noise...and a huge shadow looms over the beach. Delilah and Peter both look up...and up...into the "eyes" of the biggest mechanical spider ever seen outside of an actual movie.)
Peter: (Gasps) Wow!
Delilah: Oh my... that thing is ugly!
Kristof: (Pokes his head out of the "eyes") So, sweetie, what do you think?
Delilah: Ugly, but it works! ;-)
Kristof: (Rolls his eyes) It's not supposed to be beautiful, dear. It's supposed to capture little boys.
Man 2: Yeah, the black crystal is, too!
Delilah: *shrugs* At least the crystal is nice-looking.
(Peter tries to jump and fly...but only ends up tumbling head over heels into the sand...and right alongside Delilah and the thugs.)
Man 2: I knew we were being watched!
Delilah: Well, well, well, what have we here? *grins*
Peter: (Tries to stand, but can only manage to get on his elbow, give a shaky sunshine smile, and wiggle his fingers) Hi!
Man 1: Ain't that one of those boys?
Peter: Which boys?
Delilah: Yes, he certainly is. (Glares at Peter) Don't play dumb.
Peter: I'm not! I was just on the beach, and suddenly I didn't feel well...
Man 2: (Yanks the binoculars still around Peter's neck - he gasps) Then what are you doing with these?
Peter: Birdwatching?
Delilah: *crosses her arms* Please. I'm not buying this story for a second.
Peter: But I really don't feel well...(tries to stand and collapses again)...I can't move at all. (To himself) I've gotta turn into my alternative self...but I can't think... (Closes his eyes and murmurs "MonkeeMan," but nothing happens. His eyes snap open.) What? Why?
Kristof: (From the spider) The jewel, my dear child. (Motions to the others) Now stand aside, Delilah, gentlemen. I would like to show you one of the nifty little tricks my lovely Black Widow 2000 can do.
Peter: (Gasps) What? (Stands, but shakily, and closes his eyes again...but still, nothing happens)
Man 2: (Takes Delilah's arm as a needle-shaped gun in the rear of the spider raises itself) Hey, Miss Delilah, heads up! (Pulls her aside)
Delilah: I'm watching, I'm watching... *looks on intently*
(Peter screams and tries to run, but he collapses again. A glowing black thread shoots around the weakened boy, wrapping itself around his body until nothing is visable but his horrified light brown eyes.)
Man 1: Wowee!
(The three run to inspect the swaddled figure. Peter's eyes move from the thugs to Delilah, clearly frightened.)
Delilah: *raises her eyebrows* That's very...interesting!
Man 2: (Eyes widen) Son of a...
(Kristof joins them at that point, absolutely beaming.)
Kristof: Isn't she a marvel? She can crush up to 1000 pounds with her wrap-around arms and shoot silk up to 500 feet in the air.
Delilah: Absolutely marvelous!
Man 2: (Nods at the glowing black silk and Peter's pained, shocked eyes) What about the thread? Why is it glowin' like that?
Kristof: (Evil smile) It has been soaked in granuals from the Black Crystal. The Black Crystal was made to be the opposite of the blue one. It strips the boys of their powers and muddles their minds so they are unable to think...or use their imaginations.
Delilah: That's evil! ...I love it!
Kristof: (Grins) The boys should come to the Club Fairview tonight. It's a local hotspot, and I'll bet many of their friends work or play there. When you find them, lure them to the desert. I'll meet you out there with this little contraption. It will immobilize the small one and the dark haired one, and its arms will kill the curly-locked boy.
Kristof: (Nods at the Spider) I've managed to rent a vehicle to transport the spider that will convince the local populace that it is merely a prop for a new movie.
Delilah: You've thought of everything, haven't you? ;-)
Kristof: (Puts his arm around Delilah) Necessary in my business, darling. The spider will attract the children...but it will create other questions among the ignorant.
Man 2: (Indicates the silk-wrapped bundle on the ground) Whaddya we gonna do with him, boss?
Kristof: You boys will put him in the van and take him out to the labs. I'll keep him there and bound until the Man Downstairs is ready to collect him and his obnoxious southern friend.
(Peter's eyes fill with tears that finally spill over.)
Kristof: (Leans over Peter and smirks) Ahh, dear boy, why don't you calm down? The Man Downstairs is very interested in you and your dark-haired friend. He has...plans...for both of you.
(The barest sob escapes from the bundle.)
Delilah: Aw, I don't think he's very happy. *smirks*
Kristof: He is the weakest of the four, an innocent child-like creature...but a marvel with music.
(Peter only cries harder.)
Kristof: (Indicates a path beyond the palms) Take him and put him in the dark sedan. Delilah, after you get (rubs her rear) dressed, you take the other car and a good-sized group of some of my nastier boys and do a few more experiments on the effects of the jewel on these four do-gooders.
(Peter's wet eyes widen in horror.)
Delilah: *nods* Gladly.
Kristof: When you come back to the labs with the boys, I'll let you in on my newest...(nibbles her ear)...experiment.
Delilah: *giggles* I'd love that. ;-)
Kristof: (Smacks her lightly on the rear) Off with you, now! The Fairview is on fourth and Main, near the Acme.
(Kristof turns toward his mechanical spider, chuckling.)
Delilah: I'm going, I'm going. *grins*
Man 2: (Rolls his eyes) Well, I guess we're stuck with the kid. Help me get him in the car.
Man 1: Sure thing! (Peter's eyes widen as they haul his swaddled form into their arms and over the sand dunes.)
(We fade out on the beach and fade into the Club Fairview, where the Westminster Abbies sing "Different Drum." Mike, Lauren, Micky, and Davy sit at one table, looking around nervously. The boys now wear their normal clothes.)
Mike: (Looks at his watch) Man, where is Pete? It's not like him to be this late!
Davy: I 'ope 'e's ok.
Micky: *a little nervous* He just lost track of time. Probably got him too excited with the "Mission: Ridiculous" idea.
Mike: (Tries to smile, though he's clearly nervous, too) Yeah, you know Pete. He was probably having so much fun, he forgot when to come.
Lauren: I'm sure he'll be along any moment now.
(The girls finish their set, bow for the crowd, and join the group at the table, pulling up more chairs.)
Kimberly: That was sooo groovy! (Grins as she sits) Thanks for letting us sing that song of yours, Mike. It's so pretty.
Mike: (Blushes) Aw, you're welcome. That was one of the first songs I ever wrote. You guys did a good job with it. :)
Daphne: (Sighs) What a great night! I'm so glad to have this gig! (Takes Davy's hands) And I'm glad to be back in LA! At least it doesn't rain so much here. (Blushes) And I missed you, Davy.
Davy: (Smiles the famous Jones smile) I missed you too, Daph. You're a groovy girl. You've even got the same taste in sandwiches as me! :X
Maxine: (Laughs) I can't believe you're both into tuna fish! ;)
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Oh, good grief. ;-)
Jenny: (Puts her hand on Lauren's shoulder) Hey, is there something wrong? You all seem kinda quiet.
Mike: (Sighs) It's just that, well, Pete was supposed to meet us here, but he's late.
Maxine: (Shrugs) People are late sometimes. It happens.
Micky: Yeah...
Davy: (Frowns) Not Petah. 'E's always on time.
Kimberly: Maybe he got stuck in traffic or lost trying to find this place.
Mike: (Sighs; to himself) I hope so.
Micky: He'll show. *mutters* Hopefully...
Daphne: (Takes Davy's hand and grins) So, how did we do? (Looks at the others) We want your honest opinion.
Mike: You put on a nice show.
Lauren: *smiles* You were wonderful. :-)
Davy: (Says it to the table, but is looking into Daphne's eyes) I thought you were absolutely divine. (Daphne blushes and gazes into his eyes)
*Micky rolls his eyes and sighs.*
Maxine: (Makes a face at Davy and Daphne, shaking her head) God, those two are disgusting me, they've gotten so gushy. :p
Kimberly: (Looks around) Hey, where's the other girl, the bigger one...Emma, I think her name is?
Mike: (Frowns; quickly) She had to work late.
*Lauren nods.*
Maxine: That's a shame. She seems like a nice girl. Wish she could have seen us perform!
Mike: (Far away) Yeah...
(That's when there's the sound of tires screeching outside. There's commotion as a door is heard being flung open hard. Delilah and a group of about ten thugs storm into the room, holding guns. Delilah carries the black jewel in her hand.)
Delilah: *grinning* Alright, no one move, this is a stick up! ;-)
Davy: 'Er! (suddenly holds his head) Oh, man...
Mike: (Also holds his head) Owww...somethin's...wrong...
Kimberly: What's wrong? (Looks from boy to boy, concerned)
Micky: *groans* Hey...
Maxine: Guys, are you ok? You look sick.
Lauren: Guys? What's the matter?
Davy: M...me head feels funny...
Mike: Hell with my head. My whole body feels weird.
Davy: Weakah.
Micky: Kinda like an elephant sitting on me...
Daphne: (Throws her arms around Davy) Dave, are you all right?
Davy: (Takes Daphne's hand and smiles weakly) Yeah, Daph, I'm ok. It's just...me 'ead feels like it's bein' squished like one of them cheeses in that factory.
Thug 1: Want us to start tearin' up the place, Miss Delilah?
Delilah: Sure! You boys deserve to have some fun. Just remember why we're here. ;-)
Thug 2: Ok! (Starts tearing the furniture apart, oglilng girls, dumping people off of furniture, eating food from trays, playing with waiters and waitresses' costumes, and just being a general nuiscence. Three of the thugs head up to the bandstand and start collecting instruments and amps.)
Maxine: (Squwaks when she sees the thugs on the bandstand) Hey, pal, that's our stuff! (Runs up to the bandstand)
Kimberly: Hey, Max, be careful! (Goes after her)
Jenny: Oh, no! Girls... (goes after her friends)
Lauren: *groans* Oh, man... *turns and shakes Micky* Can't you guys do anything? *concerned* What's wrong with you guys?
Mike: Lauren, I feel like I'm swimmin' in jello. And my imagination...I can't think...
Micky: One thing I could do...take a nap... *slumps down a little*
Davy: (Small voice as Daphne rubs his shoulders) I can barely move.
Daphne: Davy? (He starts slumping, too) Davy? God, no, wake up! Please don't! Not now! (Starts shaking him as Delilah struts up to their table)
Maxine: (Grabs one of the men) Hey, asshole, what do you think you're doing? That equipment belongs to us!
Thug 4: (Turns a gun on Maxine, who steps back, hands in the air) Exactly what I want, Blondie.
Kimberly: (Grins shakily, hands also in the air) And you have every right to.
Delilah: *stops next to the table, grinning, still holding the black crystal tightly* Hello again. *smirks*
Daphne: (Frowns, clutching a groaning Davy) Who are you, and can you leave, please? :p
Delilah: Not until we've collected what we came here for. ;-)
(The thugs shove the other three Abbies back to the table as people run around helter-skelter.)
Daphne: And what, may I ask, are you here for?
Mike: (Groaning) The...instruments...some kind of...music...distortion...machine...
Delilah: Oh, just some of your equipment... *smirks at the fading boys* and a few other things. ;-)
Maxine: Music distortion machine? What the heck is this, a Dr. Seuss movie?
Daphne: You are not touching these boys! (Pulls Davy up and starts slapping him lightly) Davy? Davy, please speak to me!
Delilah: I might not, but my boys will. ;-)
Jenny: (Whimpers from behind Kimberly) What are you going to do with them...and us?
*Lauren is lightly slapping Micky's cheek. She glances back at Delilah and the crystal she's holding. Lauren's face scrunches up in thought.*
Delilah: You'll see. ;-)
Daphne: (Gets up and in Delilah's face) I don't like the way you're acting, blondie. Now I'll give you five minutes before I show you (shoves her fist in Delilah's face) what other kind of sandwich I can make besides tuna! :p
Thug 1: You ain't Laurence Olivier yourself, baby cakes. ;)
Kimberly: (Grins) I'd listen to her, Blondie. She's got one hell of a temper.
Delilah: Feisty, isn't she? I'm not awfully worried, though. ;-)
Davy: (Groans and looks up) Daphne...Delilah? Stop...(manages to pull himself to a standing posistion with the back of his chair) Don't 'urt 'er!
Daphne: Davy! (She goes to support him when he almost collapses)
Delilah: So much for that, huh?
Maxine: What did you do to them? (Goes to Mike and starts slapping him)
Davy: Trust me, Delilah, if I could walk right now, I'd be kickin' your arse 'alfway to San Fransisco.
*Lauren closes her eyes, shaking her head slightly.*
Delilah: You don't worry me, cutie. *winks at Davy*
Daphne: Oh, Davy... (holds him; he has enough energy to draw her into a gentle kiss)
Davy: Thanks, Daph. (Eyes turn to Delilah, flashing with anger) I ain't goin' wit' you, Delilah. The last time I went wit' you, this cutie almost got 'imself raped.
Daphne: (Turns a very angry brown-eyed glare on Delilah) What??!!
Mike: (Maxine and Jenny have helped him to his feet) Delilah, get out of here, and take your idiots with you. There ain't nuthin' here Kristof is interested in.
Delilah: *smirks* Enough of this. *calls out* Boys?
(All of the thugs immediately appear in a line in front of Delilah.)
Thugs: (In unison) Yes, Miss Delilah?
Delilah: Let's show these ladies the other reason we're here. ;-)
Thug 5: There's another reason? (Scratches his head)
Thug 3: (Hits him with his fedora) Yeah, brain-dead, the other reason, remember?
Thug 5: Oh, right! (Still looks confused as the group starts surrounding the kids)
Delilah: *sighs, rolls her eyes; mutters* He's got to be kidding about these thugs.
Daphne: (Puts out her hand as Delilah advances on her and Davy) Don't come any closer, you bitch!
Davy: Daph...
Maxine: What's going on? Why do you want us?
Jenny: (Wails) I don't want to be wanted by these guys! :p
Delilah: Actually, my boss wants you. ;-)
Mike: (Hisses) Kristof. Figures.
Kimberly: Kristof?
*Lauren is shaking Micky again, muttering something to him. He just shrugs.*
Mike: Don't touch those girls! (Starts toward a thug, but almost collapses and has to slowly and painfully drag himself back up with the back of a chair)
Thug 6: (Points at Davy) Ain't that the one you wanted all wrapped up for you, Miss D?
Davy: Wha...
Delilah: *grins* Yes, he sure is. ;-)
Daphne: (Eyes flare) He is not a Christmas present! X(
Delilah: Hm. We'll see about that.
Thug 6: I'll take the runt and his girl friend here.
Daphne: (Gets in front of Davy) Don't you dare try!
Thug 4: (Looks around) There was supposed ta be another girl. Where is she?
Mike: She's...not here. You assholes...can't...get your hands...on her. Her house is...secure to the nines.
Delilah: Damn. Boss is not gonna be happy about that.
Jenny: (Goes to Lauren and starts shaking Micky's other side) Micky? You aren' even up yet!
Thug 1: Hey, Miss D, at least we can get the dark-haired guy, the runt, and the other dame!
Mike: Other dame?
Delilah: We'll take who we can get!
Thug 3: Yeah. One of these chicks should do just as well.
Kimberly: Oh no, you don't!
(Something finally snaps in Lauren's brain as she looks at the crystal in Delilah's hands...and remembers where she'd seen one like it...in blue.)
Lauren: *frowns* Oh, man...
Daphne: What's wrong?
Davy: (Groans as two of the thugs come towards them) What isn't wrong?
Lauren: That is what's wrong. The crystal she's holding! That's the problem!
Daphne: What do you mean, Lauren?
Lauren: *sighs* The crystal is knocking the guys out. *frowns* I don't know how to explain it... but that thing's the reason the guys are completely out of it!
Kimberly: Lucky for me I'm a black-belt in karate! (Does a very high kick...so high, it kicks the crystal out of Delilah's hand and through a window)
Maxine: Nice work there, Kim! :D
Kimberly: I always knew that defense training would come in handy. ;)
Lauren: *sigh of relief, then cheers* Great kick!
(The guys all start shaking their heads, their eyes focusing.)
Micky: *groans* Did a train just run me over?
Davy: (Rubs his head) Oh, man...I don't know what 'appened...
Lauren: But I think I know...
Mike: (Clutches the chair) Man, I felt so sick...
Thug 3: The crystal! You want us to get it, Miss D?
Delilah: *fuming* Of course I want someone to get it!
(Kimberly's kick and the crystal flying through the window is the straw that breaks the camel's back - everyone else in the club goes rushing out.)
Thug 3: I'll get it! (Goes to the window, but Kimberly grabs his legs and Maxine and Jenny sit on him)
Maxine: I don't think so, pal! :p
Lauren: *claps* Great work, ladies!
Mike: (Looks at the others) Guys, do you think we could pull off...well, you know?
Micky: Probably.
Mike: There's a phone booth in the back of the Fairview. Come on. (The boys stumble to the phone booth. Another thug goes after them, but Daphne gets in front of him.)
Daphne: Aw, come on, wouldn't you rather play with me than a bunch of guys? ;)
*Lauren grins, watching, still from the table.*
(The thug pushes Daphne out of the way, but it's too late. There's a blue light, and three slighly shaky forms in red and black uniforms dash into the main room of the Fairview.)
Mike: (Hitches his, um, briefs and uses his thickened Texas accent) We heard you girls were havin' a little ol' problem here...
Daphne: (Goes up to Davy, surprised) Davy! I knew that was you the other night.
Davy: Daphne, I couldn't tell you, for your own sake...and ours.
Delilah: *throws a fit; to her thugs* Get them!!!
(And this launches an all-out romp to "A Man Without A Dream.")
(Mike tries to put the instruments back with Maxine's help, occasionally punching a thug through a wall, leaving thug-shaped holes in the wall.)
*One of the thugs runs at Micky, who picks up a chair. Micky tosses the chair at the thug. The thug catches and stares at it, while Micky goes into a baseball slide through the thug's legs, grabbing a chair leg as he goes under. Micky tugs on the chair leg hard enough to carry the thug forward and smashes the thug's chin on the back of the chair, knocking him out.*
(Jenny mischievously goes behind a thug with a pot of paint and a brush and scribbles on his back; when he turns around, he's now scrawled with words like "Psycho-jello," "Sunshine," and "Frodis" "Laugh-In" style.)
(Jenny then finds her next victim - Delilah. She paints "kick me" on the back of her slinky dress. Kimberly grins and gives Delilah a solid kick in the rear; she reaches back and grabs her buttocks.)
(Jenny starts painting decorations and psychadelic flowers around the thug-shapes in the wall as the dazed thugs peer through)
*Another thug tries to go after Lauren, who's still at the table. He moves in and looms over her for a moment, grinning. Lauren takes the opportunity and field goal kicks him square in the groin, sending him painfully to the floor.*
(Davy and Delilah corner another thug, whom they do "boo" noises to scare - they scare him right into plates of cake.)
(The romp comes to and end when Delilah, holding her buttocks, starts to advance angrily on the boys as the thugs all groan in and out of the Fairview.)
Mike: Lauren, call the police. Now!
Lauren: I'm going! *heads for the nearest phone*
Daphne: (Chuckles) Is it my imagination, or is she foaming at the mouth? ;)
Davy: I think I saw somethin' like 'er on a nature documentary on the sex lives of wild animals once. ;)
*Delilah growls.*
Kimberly: Want another kick, lady? (Puts out a martial arts stance)
(Jenny is painting her back again - Delilah ignores her.)
(Davy and Daphne corner a thug.)
Delilah: This did not go according to plans! *whines* Boss is gonna kill me!
Thug 4: (Gets up from the cake) We can at least grab one of them, Miss D! One of the girls!
Delilah: Just grab somebody!
(Davy immedately puts his arms around Daphne. Mike steps in front of Maxine and Kimberly.)
*Micky puts up his fists.*
Thug 1: (Comes shakily back in) How 'bout the brown-haired chick?
Daphne: What!
Delilah: Fine, fine!
Davy: If you put your 'ands on 'er, you blightah, I'll...
Thug 6: I think we hit a nerve with the runt!
Mike: Don't even try!
Jenny: I'm finished! (Joins the group) It's a masterpiece! What do you think?
Delilah: *frowns* Where did you...
Davy: (As Delilah turns around) She just made you beautiful, dear!
Micky: *laughs* I love it!
(The back of Delilah's dress now has a witch's face with it's tongue sticking out, psychadelic flowers, and a larger "Kick Me" sign on it. Everyone bursts out laughing.)
Delilah: *pitches a full out fit* GET SOMEONE AND LET'S GET OUTTA HERE!
Mike: (Puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile; Maxine does the same. Kimberly is nearly doubled over) Is that the new style, darlin'? ;)
Daphne: Can I kick her?
Davy: Be my guest! (
(Daphne manages to get a small kick in - not quite like Kimberly's - before the thugs draw their guns.)
Thug 1: Ok, folks, who's comin' with us?
Thug 3: How 'bout the Englishman's girl? Didn't boss say he wanted to get the others to...
(Another thug elbows him.)
Thug 3: Oh, right!
Delilah: *growls* Just grab her!
(The thug closest to Davy and Daphne yanks the dark haired girl from the Englishman's arms as sirens are heard in the distance.)
Davy: NO! GET YOUR BLOOMIN' 'ANDS OFF 'ER!
Delilah: Come on, we gotta go now!
Thug 5: Ooooh, the baby is mad I'm hurting his little girlfriend! (Points the gun at Daphne's head)
Mike: You assholes!
Maxine: (Growls) Let her go!
Davy: Baby? You asked for it...
Micky: Why can't goons like you ever fight fair?
Thug 1: It ain't in our line of work, Skinny.
*Micky growls.*
(The thugs drag Daphne out kicking and screaming as the cops arrive the back way.)
Davy: No, get back 'ere, you arses!
Jenny: (Sobs) Oh Daphne!
(Lauren comes in with Seargent Nielson. He looks at the damage and the upset group and just shakes his head.)
Sergeant Nielson: What the heck happened here?
Mike: (Thicker Texas accent) Some nasty ol' people tried to rob our littl'e ol' club here, sir. They got away with a nice litt'l lady.
Sergant Nielson: (Eyes widen) They took hostages?
Micky: Darn straight! Took right off with 'er!
Davy: (Turns to the policeman sadly, with his Scottish burr) Eye, that they did, good policeman, sir. (Looks out the door) She be a fine lassie, she be.
Mike: Well, we'll be lettin' you boys handle your little ol' jobs. We made sure nuthin' was hurt. All the instruments are right back where they belong. We'll be seein' ya 'round. Come on, MonkeeMen. Let's save our ladies, our comrade, and that which rightly belongs to us!
Micky: *nods* Right you are!
Davy: Damn right we will! (Jumps and flies out the door)
(Mike and Davy follow him...and the girls follow them.)
Maxine: (Frowns; to Lauren) What was all that about?
Kimberly: I think the costumes are cute! ;)
Lauren: *sighs* We'll tell you later. 8-|
Jenny: (Sobs) Girls, they got Daphne! They're gonna hurt her! :((
Maxine: (Puts her arm around Jenny) Don't worry, Jen. The guys will find Daphne, and Emma too, I'll bet. (Turns to Lauren, a bit less confident than she sounds) Right, Lauren?
Lauren: *nervously* I hope so.