Mike: You boys ready to kick some scientific rear end? ;)
Davy: You bettah believe it!
Micky: You bet!
(We fade in on the boys in the air.)
Mike: Man, I'm worried about Peter. I've got this gut feeling that he may have gotten in trouble.
Micky: *frowns* Yeah, it isn't like him to just not show up.
Davy: Maybe 'e left a message at the Pad or on the answerin' service. We could check there.
Mike: Good idea. We'll land on the beach a block or two down and turn into our civilian forms so we don't raise suspician.
Micky: *nods* Safer that way.
(Cut to the Pad. The boys walk in the door, now in their normal clothes.)
Mike: Dave and I will check to see if he left a message on the table or somethin'. Mick, call the answering service.
Micky: Gotcha! *heads for the phone*
Davy: (Shakes his head) I don't see anythin', Mike. Usually, Petah leaves messages that are four feet wide.
Mike: (Looks under sheet music, bills, newspaper, and stacked dishes) Not a thing.
Davy: You got anythin', Mick?
Micky: *listens* Yeah, I think I got something, all right. *eyes narrow*
Mike: (Frowns) Uh-oh.
Davy: That's not a good sign.
Mike: Who is it, Mick, and what do they want?
Micky: *angry* Kristof. He's got Peter. *continues to listen*
Mike: (Eyes narrow) That bastard.
Davy: What's that lunatic bloomin' done with poor Petah?
Mike: Bet he's got Em and Daphne, too.
Micky: *Nods* Took the words right outta my mouth and his message. *growls*
(Mike lets out a wolf growl that can probably be heard in his native Texas. Davy spits a couple of particuarly choice British epithets.)
Mike: Where's he holdin' them, so I can show him what happens when someone pisses off a MonkeeMan? X(
Micky: He's got a hideout in the desert.
Davy: Don't all the great lunatic mad scientists? :p
Mike: And here I thought we were being original. ;)
*Micky rolls his eyes.*
Mike: Is there anything else?
Davy: Don't suppose 'e left a phone numbah, so we can tell 'im what we really think of 'im. :p
Micky: *shakes his head* Nothing else, but a lot of gloating.
Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Wonderful, more egos. Just what I need. (Sighs) Well, MonkeeMen, we....(there's a knock on the door) Huh?
(Mike goes to the door and looks out the grille.)
Micky: Who is it?
Mike: It's Valerie. (Lets her in.)
Valerie: (She's wearing a simple short-sleeved red-brown dress and looking worried) Hi, guys. I called earlier to see if Peter wanted to come over and hang around with my sister and me, but I didn't get anyone. Have you seen him?
(The other three exchange looks.)
Mike: Hoo boy, how do we explain this?
Micky: Uhh...
Valerie: Explain what? (Frowns as she notices their concerned expressions) Is something wrong with Peter?
Davy: Mike, we might as well tell 'er. She might be able to 'elp.
Mike: (Mutters) Can't keep secrets secret these days. (Sighs; out loud) Valerie, Peter was kidnapped by a mad scientist who wants to see us all dead. He's got Em and Daphne of the Westminster Abbies, too.
Valerie: (Eyes widen) If it was anyone but you guys, I wouldn't believe it, but...
Micky: Because it is us... *sighs*
Valerie: Peter told me a little about the MonkeeMan business, but I don't think he told me the whole story. (Quietly) Mike, I'm sorry, but Peter blurted it out on our last date. I'd figured out most of it by that point, anyway.
Mike: (Sighs, shakes his head) That's ok, Val. Half the world must know by now.
Valerie: So, what does this...scientist...want with Peter and the girls and all of you?
Mike: (Makes a face) Let's just say he and us go way back. :p
Valerie: (Closes her eyes) I hope they didn't hurt him.
Mike: They wouldn't. He and the girls are bait.
Micky: Lucky us. :-P
Davy: I know this is some kind of trap, but what can we do? He destroyed all of our equipment!
Mike: (Beams; looks at Micky and winks) Not all of it.
Micky: *winks* Fortunately. Of course, he stole some of it, too...
Mike: His grin could match Peter's) There's one major piece of equipment that his boys didn't steal or pound into the pavement, and it's in our garage. ;)
Valerie: (Blinks) Your...garage?
Mike: Micky and I have been workin' on a few...adjustments...to the MonkeeMobile. ;)
Micky: *nods* Some interesting adjustments, at that. ;-)
Davy: (Frowns) Ok, what did you two do to the car?
Mike: (Opens the door) Why don't we head out to the desert and show you what we did? Valerie, you can come too, if you want.
Valerie: (Frowns) Where are you guys going? Maybe I could call the FBI and the CIS from my house. Dad should be home soon, and it's Matilda's day off, so there's no one to look after my sister.
Mike: Maybe that's best. You'll be better protected there, anyway. We don't need to lose anyone else.
Micky: No kidding.
Davy: We're goin' to the desert. There weren't no specifics.
Mike: Valerie, Lauren is at the Club Fairview. Could you pick her up and have her stay with you tonight? I don't trust her alone in that apartment.
Valerie: (Smiles) I'd love to. What should I tell her?
Micky: She'll understand.
Valerie: (nods) All right. Is there any way I can keep in touch with you boys?
Davy: (Hands Valerie his communicator) 'Ere, take this. It's my communicatah. It's 'ow we keep in touch with each othah when we're separated durin' an emergency.
Valerie: (Puts the watch-like object in her purse, as she already wears a watch) Groovy! Thanks, guys! (Quietly) Find Peter for me, guys. I...I really do like him a lot. (Turns and heads out to her pale blue sports car)
Mike: (Opens the door for the others) Well, you heard the lady! We've gotta find her boyfriend!
Micky: Or else. ;-)
Davy: Yeah, Petah told me she's a crack shot wit' a gun. ;)
(The boys head out to the garage. The MonkeeMobile sits out front. Davy's jeep is behind it.)
Davy: So, I'm assumin' we're takin' the MonkeeMobile? ;)
Micky: You would assume right!
Mike: (Nods) We added a few extras you won't find on the lot. (As he gets in the passenger's side seat) Mick, you drive. You designed them. I just tightened screws. ;)
Micky: *grins* Gladly!
(Davy climbs in the seat behind them.)
*Micky climbs in the driver's seat and starts the engine.*
(The MonkeeMobile takes off down the street and into the dawn. We fade out on it blazing down Beechwood Street and fade in on it riding in the desert, on a desolate road surrounded by canyons.)
Mike: Man, Mick, did Kristof give you any more specific directions than just "the desert?" They could be anywhere! :p
Micky: Well, he mentioned some about looking for a particularly large canyon.
Davy: (Rolls his eyes) Oh, that's really 'elpful. They're all large!
Mike: I wouldn't suggest he take up mapmakin' as a second career.
Micky: *shakes his head* Definitely not.
(Suddenly, the boys hear a strange chunking noise, like moving machinery.)
Mike: Micky, I thought you fixed the engine!
Micky: Uh, that isn't the engine.
Davy: (Shakes his head) Mike, it's too loud to be the car.
Mike: (As a huge shadow looms over the boys) Then what...
Davy: (Eyes widen) Uh, guys?
Micky: I'd be willing to guess we found Kristof.
Mike: (Looks over his shoulder at Davy) Yeah, Dave? (Frowns) Man, you look like you've seen a ghost!
Davy: (Points ahead) Sp...sp...REALLY LARGE SPIDAH!!!!
Micky: *eyes widen* Oh, crap! That thing's huge!
Mike: Huh? (Turns...and he and Micky are face-to-leg with the gigantic mechanical spider.)
Mike: (Eyes widen) Oh, my...Micky, get us off the road. Now.
Davy: Before I bloomin' jump out! :o
Micky: Going, going! *stomps on the gas pedal*
(The car blasts under the spider's legs, then swerves around and onto the dirt. All three boys tumble out.)
Mike: Ok, which one of you watched the all-night sci-fi festival last night?
Micky: First once, Mike, it wasn't me!
Davy: You think we imagined that thing?
Mike: Then where did it come from?
(The spider shoots black string from a needle-like cannon on its front end. All three boys jump out of the way.)
Mike: (Frowns) I'm feelin' a little dizzy... (indicates the pile of string) What is that stuff? It's glowin'.
Davy: (Puts a hand on his head) Man...
Micky: *groans* Oh, great, not again!
Mike: It's not as bad as it was before, but still...(looks up again)...watch out, guys!
(The three boys just manage to dodge another attack.)
Micky: I'm getting a little annoyed here!
Mike: It's the string. There's somethin' 'bout the string.
Davy: Mike, it's just thread. It's not exactly a great chemical experiment.
Mike: (Thoughtful) Maybe...
Micky: *frowns* I wouldn't be so sure about that, Dave...
(We cut to inside the spider. Delilah and three of the thugs are inside, controlling the spider.)
Delilah: *grins* This is fun!
Thug 1: (Grins) Gee, Miss Delilah, I'm kinda glad the boss decided he was too busy to meet the kids. Now we get to play with the toys.
Thug 2: Are you gonna shoot the runt?
Thug 3: Didn't the boss say he wanted the dark-haired kid?
Delilah: *nods* He wants the dark haired one, I want the runt, and you can do whatever with the curly haired one.
(The boys are visable through the front window "eyes" of the spider, looking slightly groggy.)
Thug 1: (grins) Do you wanna crush him or smother him, or maybe squeeze him....
Delilah: I'm trying to decide. Maybe smother, that's always fun. *smirks*
Thug 3: Can we shoot him, Miss D?
Thug 2: With the string, of course.
Delilah: *grins* Of course. ;-)
(Cut back to the boys, who are running back toward the MonkeeMobile.)
Mike: I think that string's been...tainted, or coated, with somethin' that takes our powers away.
Micky: *nods* It has to be! It's the only logical reason!
Davy: I'll bet that crystal Delilah 'ad back at the Club Fairview is made from the same stuff. That's why we got so sick back there.
Mike: And why we suddenly got better when the crystal was kicked out the window.
Micky: I'll bet they used the stolen crystal to make that one, too.
Mike: They musta taken part of it and somehow reversed the power, so it makes us super weak instead of super strong.
Davy: Guys? (Points upwards) I 'ate to be the bearah of bad news, but the spidah's back.
Micky: That's just wonderful. *rolls his eyes*
(All three boys look upwards, scream at each other, run into each other, then run in opposite directions. The spider follows Micky, who runs as fast as he can. Mike turns around and gasps when he sees his friend being pursued.)
Mike: MICK, NO! (Runs back towards him)
Davy: Mick! (Also runs back in Micky's direction)
Micky: *glances over his shoulder; yells* Why the hell is this thing following ME!?
(The cannon shoots black string again. This time, it hits it's target. Micky tumbles to the ground, yelling for all he's worth.)
Davy: (Screams at the top of his lungs) MICKY!!!! (Starts running toward him, but begins to huff and puff halfway there, and by the time he's near his friend, he's barely walking.)
(Mike makes it over to Micky just in time for the rope to come up to his shoulders.)
Mike: Micky...I'll...help you...(closes his eyes) Oh, please crystal, have some left...
Micky: Hurry... Mike...
(There's a faint blue light, and a broadsword appears in Mike's hand. He leans as far over the string as he can without getting caught himself and cuts Micky out of it. Both boys roll as best they can out of the way. The boys stagger over to Davy and shakily help the smaller man to his feet.)
Micky: *puffing* We've gotta do something...
Mike: If we can keep away from that thing, we might just be able to turn into our alternate selves.
Davy: And 'ow are we gonna do that? It's bloody enormous! :p
Mike: Like this. (Jumps in the MonkeeMobile. The others follow. The spider turns around and follows, too.)
(Cut back to Delilah and the thugs in the spider. None of them are thrilled, to say the least.)
Thug 3: Man, how did he do that?
Delilah: Dammit! What are they doing?
Thug 1: He must be a magician!
(There's a blue light, and three MonkeeMen soar out of the car.)
Thug 2: Hey, look, it's those guys from the club!
(Cut back to the boys. Mike turns to the others.)
Mike: Ok, Micky, you get inside and see if you can do something with the controls. Davy and I will keep it busy.
Micky: *grins* Gladly!
Davy: (Points to Micky) Cahn't I go wit' 'im? I think I'd be safah in the spidah!
Mike: It's just one little spider (looks ahead at the giant, hulking mechanical beast) that happens to be the size of about five skyscrapers with the ability to crush us with its legs and make us sick with its silk.
Micky: *lopsided grin* No problem! *takes off towards the spider*
Davy: Uh-huh. I think I'll take my chances in there. (Points at the "head" of the spider. Mike grabs Davy by his ear)
Mike: Davy, cut it out. (Ducks a piece of string shot; looks a little shaky for a minute, but smiles) Oh, come on, you can do better than that!
Davy: 'Ere's one of the advantages of bein' small. (Goes between the legs) Easiah to get around big people. ;)
Mike: (Ties one arm in a knot) Good thing I was an Eagle Scout! ;)
Davy: (Blue light; a bottle of nail polish appears and he takes the bottom of one of the shorter legs) Now, what shade would you like, madame, Flamin' 'Eart Red or Passionately Pretty Pink? (Files the leg) You know, I've 'eard spidahs can tell some of the most interestin' stories...
(As Micky starts pulling off the top of the spider's head, we launch into a romp, "I Never Thought It Peculiar." The boys fly in, out, and around the spider, confusing it and its drivers. They make faces at it, paint it psychadelic colors, sing for it, play the guitar and bass for it, and "tickle" it with feathers. As the romp ends, one of the legs finally grabs Davy.)
Davy: Owww! (Struggles) Let me go, you blasted oversized 'ouse'old pest!
Micky: *gets the top off* Hang on, Dave! *climbs inside*
Mike: Oh, man, what a time to be without a can of industrial-strength bug spray! (Goes to Davy and tries to open the leg)
(Cut back to Delilah and the thugs, who watch the struggling Englishman with delight.)
Thug 2: Hey, we got the runt! Let's shoot the tall guy and get HIM out of our hair!
Delilah: But the Boss wants him! Just keep playing with the little one. *grins*
*Behind them, Micky drops inside.*
Thug 3: Let's just wrap him up a bit, like his blond buddy. ;)
Thug 1: He'll make a great present for the boss! :D
Delilah: Go for it, boys! ;-)
(The boys turn the cannon on Mike, who's so involved with trying to free Davy, he isn't paying attention.)
*Micky shakes his head and sneaks over to a control panel on the side. He pries off the cover & starts poking around.*
(The cannons shoot at Mike, wrapping him up like it had Peter, with only his enraged brown eyes showing.)
Davy: (Horrified; a bit shakily) MIKE!
*Micky notices several colored wires and grins. He starts disconnecting them and reconnecting them were they weren't originally.*
(Another leg takes Mike as Delilah turns around and finally notices Micky in front of the controls.)
Thug 3: Hey, it's one of the kids!
Thug 1: How'd he get in here?
Delilah: *points* Who cares? Get him!
(Suddenly, there's a small "ping." The legs drop a groggy Davy and the still-swaddled Mike in the MonkeeMobile.)
*Micky grins and jumps up, headed back for the hole he created to get in.*
(The thugs all come at Micky at once...and just end up running into each other.)
Delilah: *throws a fit* You idiots! He's getting away and so are the others!
Thug 3: (Calls through the hole) Hey, kid, come back here and fight like a man!
Micky: *Waves* Nah, I'd rather live to fight another day!
Thug 1: The dark-haired kid ain't gettin' away! He's still wrapped!
Thug 2: But the other two escaped!
Thug 1: Want us to see if we can get the dark-haired jerk, Miss D?
Delilah: *frustrated* Yes! Just do something! *shakes her head* Boss ain't gonna be happy.
(The spider comes closer to the MonkeeMobile as Micky flies as closely as he dares to his friends.)
Davy: Micky! (Grins faintly and manages to crawl out of the car) Good work!
(Mike's eyes crinkle up as if he's smiling.)
Micky: Weren't nothin'! *grins; his eyes widen at the sight of Mike* Mike! Man, we gotta get outta here or something!
Davy: (Finally able to stand as he gets farther from the car) 'Ow are we gonna get to the MonkeeMobile to 'elp 'im? (Nods at the spider) And what are we gonna do 'bout that?
Micky: *scratches his head, then realizes something; snaps his fingers* I found the control panel in the spider. I wonder if my newest gadget will work. *grins and plays with his watch*
Davy: I sure 'ope so. I don't count on eithah bein' crushed like a tin can or turned into a sleepin' caterpillah. :p
Micky: Nah, don't worry. *plays with the watch and looks up; the spider stops suddenly; his grin widens* Get a load of this!
(Mike watches his friends, his eyes wide and surprised.)
Davy: What're you up ta, Mick? ;)
Micky: *grins, playing with his watch* This watch, which really isn't, is a sorta remote control. *grin widens again* I can control the spider with this since I rigged the wires! ;-) :D
Davy: (Huge grin) Totally groovy, man! (Gives Micky a small slap on the back) You are a genius! :D
Micky: Bah! It was nothin'. ;-)
*Micky plays with the watch & makes the spider lay down. It's front legs come up & start tapping on the body of it.*
(Davy chuckles. Mike's eyes crinkle in a "smile" again.)
(Brief cut to Delilah and the thugs wailing and pushing at buttons; cut back to Micky and Davy, still having fun with the controls.)
Micky: Alright, alright, enough fun for the moment. *plays with the watch, making the spider stand and move over to the MonkeeMobile. Micky makes the spider cut the silk carefully from Mike.*
Mike: (sits up shakily; turns to the others and grins) Th...thanks, guys...thought I was gonna be dinner for a 50-foot mechanical spider for a minute... (He manages to kick the silk out of the car and join the others.)
Micky: Not with me in control! *whoops with joy*
Mike: Is there any way you can get rid of that thing...or at least, send it back where it came from?
Micky: Of course! I saw something else in the control panel - a homing signal. All I need to do is tell it to go home, and we can follow it. *grins proudly*
Mike: (Grins) Great, man!
Davy: All right! :D
*Micky plays with his watch again and the spider turns around, heading in the opposite direction.*
Micky: Come on, guys! We don't wanna lose him! ;-)
Mike: Right! But first, Dave (looks at his now-normal clothes) I think we need to change.
Davy: I practically feel naked this way! ;)
(The guys close their eyes, there's a blue light, and both are back in full MonkeeMan regalia.)
Micky: *smirks* Not a visual I needed, Dave. ;-)
Davy: (Elbows Micky) You'd rathah see Lauren naked.
Micky: I thought that was obvious? ;-)
Mike: (As he gets in the car and Davy jumps in the back) Nahh, he sees her that way every few minutes at home. ;)
*Micky cackles.* O:-)
(Micky gets in the driver's seat, and the three boys speed after the spider.)
Mike: Man, where is that thing goin'?
Micky: I don't know, but we'll find out.
Davy: Bettah keep your distance, Mick. We don't want them to know they're bein' followed.
Micky: *shrugs* It's okay, Davy, I shorted out any outside communication they have. ;-)
Mike: You thought of everything, didn't you, Mick? ;)
Micky: Of course I did! Did you actually think I wouldn't? :-)
Davy: We ought to let 'im be a genius more often. ;)
Micky: Yeah, see what you're missing out on? :-)
Davy: Yeah, we actually found somethin' 'e knows 'ow to work without blowin' up! ;)
Micky: *shrugs* I had a whole, what, two minutes to play with the control panel? ;-)
Mike: Nahh, I'm sure he'll find a way. ;)
Micky: *sneaky grin* Uh, yeah, speaking of that, I kinda rigged a way to blow the thing up, too, when we need to.
Mike: See? Told ya. ;)
Davy: Of course. This is Micky we're talkin' about. 'E wouldn't be Mick if somethin' didn't go up in flames. ;)
*Micky sticks his tongue out briefly at the others.*
Mike: I'm glad people don't have shit like that in their homes! ;)
Davy: Can you imagine what he'd do with a computah in the Pad? ;)
*Micky just grins.*
(As the MonkeeMobile speeds toward a series of large, looming canyons in the distance, we cut to the inside of the spider. The thugs are frantically pressing buttons while Delilah tries work the communicator.)
Delilah: *groans* The damn thing won't pick up anything but static!
Thug 2: (Pushing every button he can get his fingers on) It's not turnin' 'round, Miss Delilah! It's goin' straight towards the boss's place!
Delilah: I know that! Nothing's working!
Thug 3: And we almost had that dark-haired jerk, too...
Thug 1: Why does the boss want him so badly, Miss D?
Thug 2: What's your interest in the runt?
Delilah: Boss wants the dark haired one for his boss. *grins* I took a liking to the little one a while ago.
Thug 2: (Grins) Another conquest for the collection, huh, Miss D?
Delilah: *grins* You could say that. ;-)
Thug 1: (Eyes widen) The Man Downstairs? What does he want with that kid?
Thug 3: (Eyes also widen) Not...the...Man Downstairs. (points downward) THAT downstairs?
Delilah: *nods* Seems The Man Downstairs had a deal with the blond, but the dark haired one messed it up.
Thug 2: Ahh, the old revenge deal. Wouldn't mind havin' it out with that brat myself, but the Man Downstairs could probably come up with something far worse than any of us could dish out. (Grins) After all, it's his job. ;)
Delilah: That's right. That's why we're gonna be in big trouble if we don't bring atleast the dark haired one back with us. *sighs* The curly haired one must've messed with the controls, that's why nothing works!
Thug 1: (As the canyon looms closer) How are we gonna explain this to the boss? He ain't gonna be happy!
Delilah: *takes a seat and props her chin in her hands* There is no explanation. We're in deep shit. :-(
Thug 3: (His face lights up) Maybe we could get the guys to come to us. We still have the blond and the two chicks. Didn't you say the dark-haired jerk was the little four-eyed girl's old man?
Thug 1: Yeah, we'll just reel 'em in!
Thug 2: But they've still got the other kid with them!
Thug 1: You think they'd come after them, Miss D?
Delilah: Why wouldn't they? *grins* Those are their friends, of course they'll come for them! That's probably the reason Curly is controling the spider!
Thug 3: (Leans back on the now-useless controls and grins) I think we may end up gettin' the boss his present after all. ;) >:)
Delilah: Hopefully. ;-)
(Cut back to the MonkeeMobile as both vehicles near the canyon. It's a particularly huge specimen, going on for miles.)
Mike: Where's it goin'? That's just hunks of rock! I don't see no openin's...
Micky: *repeats* ...Huge canyon...
Davy: Mike, we've all see the James Bond movies three or four times each! The bad guy's got to 'ave a hide out someplace...and where bettah in southern California than a desert in the middle of nowhere?
Mike: We're lucky he didn't decide to head out to Antarctica or somethin'. ;)
Micky: *chuckles; sings off key and in a slightly drunk manner* Antarctica, that's where I wanna be... ;-)
(The other two join in as they close in on the canyon. The spider stops in front of the largest canyon. After a few minutes, the rock itself seems to lift up and out of sight. The spider scurries under the rock and into a network of caves beyond. The MonkeeMobile stops just out of sight and watches the entire process.)
Mike: (Wide-eyed) Weird, man.
Davy: Whoa.
Micky: *eyes light up* Groovy!
Davy: Well, 'ow are we gonna get in?
Mike: Maybe Mick could blow somethin' up. ;)
Micky: I'd be more than happy! What would you like me to blow up? ;-)
Davy: (Groans) See, Mike? You had to encourage 'im!
Mike: I wish there was a way we could sneak in without bein' noticed... (gives Micky a pointed look) or heard.
*Micky shrugs.*
Davy: Meanin' wait until latah to blow things up, Mick. I'm sure there's plenty of combustible chemicals and stuff in there. ;)
Mike: You think, maybe we could lift the rock ourselves?
Micky: It's possible. Never know unless we try.
Mike: (Nods at himself and Davy) Dave n' I'll lift the rock. You drive the car through.
Micky: Gotcha.
(Mike and Davy go to the side of the canyon as Micky starts the car again, but as quietly as he can. After some grunting and puffing, the two manage to push the rock up the way it had gone for the spider, allowing Micky to drive through. They finally set it down and settle back in the car.)
Micky: I knew you guys could do it. *grins*
Mike: (Grins) No sweat!
Davy: Not for us strong manly men! (Flexes an arm) Feel that muscle?
Mike: (Grins at Davy's arm) Oh, that reminds me, we've gotta pick up spaghetti at the store tomorrow. ;)
Micky: *laughs* Good one, Mike!
(Davy swats at Mike, who laughs.)
Davy: (Looks around. The guys are driving through a huge cave, illuminated only by lights on the ceiling.) Man, where the bloomin' 'ell are we?
Mike: Offhand, Dave, I'd say we're inside the canyon.
Davy: I think I figured that much out...but where in the canyon?
Micky: Somewhere near the center of it?
Mike: Look! (Points to a loading dock, where the spider and a group of cars and trucks wait to be unloaded...including two familiar dark sedans)
Davy: Think I've seen them cars around the neighbor'ood...
Micky: *nods* They look very familiar.
Mike: Let's find a place to park the MonkeeMobile and get to the bottom of this.
Davy: I 'ope they're all ok.
Mike: (With more confidence than he feels) I'm sure they are, Davy. Kristof's using them to trap us. He won't hurt them.
Micky: Yeah...
Mike: Where we gonna leave this ol' boat? (Indicates the car)
Davy: (grins) 'Ow 'bout out in plain sight?
Micky: That could work. *grins*
Mike: Right, they've only seen us flying. ;)
(Micky parks the MonkeeMobile with the other cars at the loading dock. The guys duck down as men in overalls approach the vehicles, carrying a huge, strange-looking machine.)
Micky: What the heck is that?
Worker 1: Hey, where did the boss want his music...thingie?
Worker 2: How the hell should I know? Let's just leave it here and go ask him. Won't hurt it any. No one knows we're out here.
(The workers set the machine down on the dock and go back towards a large opening in the sheer rock wall.)
(The boys immediately hop out of the car and go check out the machine.)
Davy: What the...
Mike: Man, what the heck is this?
Davy: Glad they didn't know we were there. They wouldn't 'ave left us this to play with! ;)
Mike: Maybe it blows stuff up. ;)
Micky: Oh, I hope so! ;-)
Mike: (Goes to a panel) Let's see... (starts pushing buttons)
Davy: (Stands under a helmet, like a hair dryer in a salon) 'Ello, what's this?
Micky: Why don't you try it, Dave? *quirks an eyebrow, smirking*
Davy: (Starts to back away) Now, mates, we don't know what the thing does...
Micky: I was kidding, man. ;-) *walks up to the helmet like thing* This is one weird ass contraption!
(Mike is still pushing buttons. Davy leans over him...and accidentally pushes one red button with his elbow. The helmet lowers over Micky, followed by a pair of earphones.)
Micky: *yelps* Hey?!
Davy: Mick! Oh, god, Mike, turn it off!
Mike: I'm tryin'! We'll help ya, Mick, don't worry!
(There's a buzzing sound, and Micky's voice starts sounding...fuzzy. Davy runs towards him...and gets under the waves of energy the thing is making.)
Mike: (Gasps) Guys! (Finally manages to turn the machine off) Are you ok?
Davy: (His voice sounds like a woman's) Yeah, Mike, unless you count the poundin' between me ears.
Mike: Davy?
Micky: *groans; *his voice is completely off pitch, like a teenager's during puberty** Man, my head...
Davy: (Eyes widen) Oh, man...was that me?
Mike: Mick, you don't sound right, either.
Micky: *eyes widen* What?!
Davy: I've got a voice like a bloomin' chick! (Grabs Mike by the cape) Mike, turn me back! I'm a tenor singah, not a bloomin' soprano!
Mike: (Tries to pull away) Davy, I'm not sure what I did the first time!
Micky: What the hell did you do?!
Mike: Davy's the one who pushed the red button!
Davy: But you were pushin' everything else!
Micky: *whining* Well, someone fix it!
Davy: (Shakes Mike) Now.
Mike: (nods) Guys, go get under that thing again.
Micky: Maaan... *gets under it*
Davy: I know we're gonna get fried or somethin'... (Also gets under it)
(Mike pushes a few buttons, then pushes the red button. The boys emerge.)
Davy: (In his own voice) Oh, thank God! I thought I was gonna be soundin' like me sistahs for the rest of me life! (Emerges from the box)
Micky: *his normal voice* You guys just saved your own lives. ;-)
Mike: (Pulls away from the machine) I'm never touching any computer panel I don't know anything about again as long as I live!
Micky: Just leave that stuff to me, Mike...please! Or else Lauren might hurt you. ;-)
Davy: Don't think she wants to go 'round 'earin' what 'e sounded like as a 13-year-old. ;)
Micky: *shakes his head* I don't wanna go around hearing that! (Grins) I sounded better than that at 13. ;-)
Mike: (Nods at the machine) I'll bet anything that's a genuine, grade-A Kristof invention. That's probably the music distortion machine he talked about three years ago.
Davy: Well, that's nice, but what's it for?
Mike: Probably takin' over the world, what else? :p
Micky: Considering his warped mind...
Mike: I'll bet he's playin' with soundwaves, makin' them do what he wants them to. That's what he wanted with the instruments - somethin's gotta create sounds.
Davy: And the amps, too.
*Micky lets out a whistle.*
Mike: Now, we've just gotta find him. (Clenches his fist) So I can do with him what I want to. :p X(
Davy: (Points towards the opening) Come on, fellas. Let's go find this buggah, before those lovely gentlemen finally come to retrieve this thing.
Mike: (Sighs) Shame we can't take it with us. (grins and looks at Micky) Mick, do you think you could...do somethin' to it? Like you did to the spider?
Micky: *grins* I'd love to. Just gimme two minutes! *disappears around the other side of it*
Mike: You finished yet, Mick? Those guys could be back any minute!
Micky: Just about. *there's a click, and then he emerges, grinning* All done. ;-)
Davy: I'm almost afraid to ask what you did to it. ;)
Micky: You'll see...but we ought to move away from it. ;-)
Davy: We're gonna have to (points) because those guys are comin' back!
(All three guys duck behind the loading docks as the two men return for the machine.)
Worker 2: Why didn't the boss just say he wanted it in the labs?
Worker 1: (Each takes a side) If you ask me, the boss is one apple short of a pie.
(They heft the machine and carry it into the opening and down a narrow, brighter, more modern-looking hallway.)
Mike: (Head pops up) The labs? Did he say labs?
Micky: Yup, that's what he said. *nods, shudders*
Davy: And I don't think 'e meant black and gold pooches, eithah.
Mike: We've gotta follow them. I'll bet they've got the others there. Come on. (Gets up and follows the men down the hall, the other two trailing along behind.)
(The hall looks more like it belongs in a modern office building than a large canyon, brightly lit, whitewashed, and boxy, with lots of doors.)
Mike: (Closes his eyes - there's a faint blue light, and a key appears in his hand) Why don't we try each of these rooms? Even if they're not labs, we might be able to pick up some clues in these offices.
Micky: Good thinking, Chief! *grins*
(The other two also "imagine" keys and start unlocking doors. We see each guy rifling through various offices. Mike carefully goes through a desk and a file cabinet. Davy flirts with a secretary, trying to get information.)
*Micky finds himself a closet, which promptly spills onto him. He grins sheepishly & pushes the door closed against the mess.*
Mike: (Pokes his head out) Guys, I think I found Kristof's office! Man, all this stuff... (pokes his head back in as the others come running out to the hall and into the room where Mike is)
(Mike is rifling through a room filled with musical instruments, compasses, tools, bits and pieces of machinery, guns, and books on music, the recording industry, Ray Harryhausen movies, and weapons of mass destruction.)
Davy: (Whistles at the bookcase) Nice to see a fella wit' a 'obby.
Micky: *also lets out a whistle* Or a dozen, some life threatening!
(Davy plays with a group of metal balls on the bookcase.)
Davy: 'Ey, Mick, get a load of this! (Pulls one ball and lets it fall against the others - it makes a clacking sound and the last ball on the other side goes flying, and this keeps going back and forth) Groovy! ;)
Micky: *grins* Hey, I like that! You could really annoy someone with that! ;-)
Mike: Guys, please! Quit playing around with that thing and come see this!
(The younger boys reluctantly join Mike, who has a stack of papers spread out on the desk.)
Mike: (Indicates the papers) I think I stumbled onto ol' Kristof's secret stash. (Points to a series of sketches of what looks like spiders and webbing) Here's the design for the spider that attacked us.
Micky: *eyes light up* Damn!
Davy: (Rifles through some more papers) This looks like that music distortion machine, but largah...
Mike: (Smirks) Bet he was planning on making the thing twice that size until we interfered. (Pulls out another group of papers) But this...I got no idea what this does...
Micky: *glances at the papers* What the...
(It's a huge computer...with an opening on the sides and music distortion machines attached. Various cables,wires, and metal arms are seen inside the machine.)
Davy: My god! Nevah saw a computah that big before...
Mike: That man has got to stop watching bad sci-fi movies.
Davy: 'Ey, Mike, maybe we shouldn't be showin' these to Mick. They might give 'im ideas. ;)
Micky: *grins* Too late. ;-)
Mike: Micky, don't even attempt anything like this when we get home! :p
Micky: *sticks his tongue out* You're no fun. *winks*
(The sound of footsteps can suddenly be heard from outside the office. The guys all exchange looks.)
Davy: Uh oh. What are we gonna do?
Mike: Only one thing we can do.
Davy: Which is?
Mike: Hide!
(Mike ducks under the desk. Davy squeezes behind the file cabinets and small refrigerator.)
(A female and a male voice get closer.)
*Micky crouches behind a potted plant.*
(Kristof and Delilah walk into the room, both of them smiling.)
Kristof: You did the right thing by leading those boys here, Del. I'm (rubs her rear) proud of you. ;)
Delilah: *nervous smile* Yeah, I thought you'd like that. ;-)
Kristof: (Frowns) Is there something you're not telling me, Delilah?
Delilah: No, no! Nothing. *smiles*
Kristof: Now, Delilah dear (starts nuzzling her earlobe), we don't keep secrets from one another. You know I don't like that. You said you almost had the Texan boy in your hands. It shouldn't be hard to get him again.
(Mike makes a face under the desk.)
Delilah: *giggles* Should be easy!
*Micky gags behind the plant.*
Kristof: And we don't want to disappoint The Man Downstairs, do we? We all know what he does to people who disappoint him. (Nibbles at her neck)
Davy: (Murmurs to himself) The Man Downstairs?
Delilah: *giggles again* Would never disappoint him!
Kristof: (Sweeps the plans for the computer into his arms) I want you to be a part of my new invention, Delilah. It'll change the face of the music and the electronics industries. (Runs his hand down her breasts)
Delilah: Really? I get to be part of it? *moves even closer to him, if possible* ;-)
Kristof: Umm-hmm. You'll be at one with the invention. (The two start kissing and running their hands over each other right there in the office. All three boys gag)
(Kristof drops the plans. Mike grabs them, closes his eyes, and with a soft blue light, makes copies appear. He then pushes them back out.)
Kristof: (Finally lets Delilah go; both of them are a tad dazed) Are you ready for the first test, Delilah?
Delilah: *smiles* Very ready. ;-)
(Kristof retrieves his papers and walks down the hall, arm in arm with Delilah. The three boys finally emerge from their hiding places, all of them gagging and making faces.)
Mike: Man, that was dis-gusting! :p
Micky: *puts a hand over his stomach* Thought I was gonna throw up! :-P
Davy: If 'e'd tried any 'arder to get on that girl, 'e would 'ave been in back of 'er. :p
Mike: And you and I get teased about bein' romantic with our girls, Mick... :p
Micky: *quirks an eyebrow* Yeah, man.
Davy: Come on, mates. I'll bet if you follow those two rottahs, you'll find the othahs.
(Mike closes his eyes and the copies disappear in a soft blue light.)
Micky: Now, that's a bet I'll take.
Davy: Ok, then. Ten bucks they'll lead us right to the girls and Petah. ;)
Mike: Man, guys, come on! This is serious!
Micky: *grins at Davy* Okay, Mike. ;-)
(Davy grins back. Mike just shakes his head and opens the door. The boys troop out, and Mike follows them. The three shadow Delilah and Kristof, who walk down the hallway and into a larger, more cave-like one.)
Micky: *mutters* Wonder if there's any bats down here?
Davy: Just the "...man and Robin" type. ;)
(The three suddenly emerge into bright light. The center of the canyon is one huge room, filled with chemicals and all kind of scientific objects, from beakers and test tubes to bottles of chemicals to metal tables, tools, and various spare parts. One white-coated man leans over a chemistry set. A blue glow can be seen from behind him. Delilah and two lab workers secure Emma and Daphne. Both girls are bound head and foot and tightly gagged with metal strips.)
Davy: (Strangled whisper) Daphne! Oh god!
Mike: (Soft whisper) I don't see Pete anywhere.
Micky: *frowns* Oh, man!
(Mike growls when he see Emma.)
(There's a bundle of the black silk from the spider on another metal table. The silk is now completely covered; it's impossible to tell what's underneath.)
Davy: (Indicates the bundle) I 'ave the feelin' that ain't a big fly in all that silk! :p :o
Micky: *makes a face* You don't think...
Mike: Won't know until we can get to 'em.
Kristof: (Leans over the girls) Now, calm yourselves, ladies. Just stay nice and calm. You're going to be part of a great experiment.
Micky: Great experiment?
(Emma growls under the metal strip. Daphne looks horrified.)
Kristof: (Indicates the largest computer in the room...which now has the music distortion machine attached to the other side of it.) Now, when the Man Downstairs originally suggested these ideas after our...little deal...I was just going to distort sound waves. (Gestures at the other machine, which looks pretty much like the designs, wires, metal arms, and all) Now, I would like to show you something which has only been seen in films, badly-made children's TV shows, and the more original science fiction novels and magazines. (Smiles evilly) Delilah, my pretty doll, would you step into the machine?
Delilah: Sure. *steps inside*
Kristof: (Rubs her face, then her shoulder, and finally her buttocks) Now, remember dear, stay nice and calm. I don't want you shorting out the machinery...or ruining your pretty doll face before I can put the metal on it. ;) >:)
Delilah: Okay...huh?
(There's a flash of light, and a whoosh of gasses. Slowly, the metal arms creep across Delilah's arms, legs, and hands, pinning her there.)
Kristof: (To the scientists) You will now all be witnesses to the marvel of the machine age! Humans...who are not human! (Pushes the lever higher)
(More sparks fly from the machine. The metal arms slowly pulls wires and sheets of metal across Delilah's skin. The music distortion machine lets loose next. Soundwaves can almost been seen as they echo in the box. The bound girls both scream in horror under their gags. Delilah is also screaming...at first. Finally, her screams become more and more distorted, strange, deep, and husky. Golden metal locks into every crevasse of her body. Razors shave her head and cover it with gold metal. Her eyes are replaced with electronic sensors; her mouth, with lip-like box that she can still open as she screams her weird, distorted scream.)
Mike: (Gasps in shock) What the hell is he doin'? (Pulls the other two behind a smaller computer)
Davy: I cahn't believe 'e's doin' this, even to Delilah.
Micky: I don't know, but I think I made it worse than it's supposed to be, if that's possible!
(The lights and the screaming finally come to an end. Kristof pulls the lever down. The gasses remain, too thick for the final result to be seen. The girls watch him in horror.)
Kristof: Gentlemen (smirks at the trussed-up girls) and ladies, you will now be taking your first look at the marvel of our or any generation. A machine that is human...and can control any sound in the world with the chips I installed in its hands and chest. I give you, the newest secret weapon! (Opens the box...and a golden robot wearing Delilah's clothes steps out. She's looking at herself in total horror)
Mike: (His eyes widen in total shock) Holy shit!
Davy: 'E's bloomin' crackahs!
Micky: Oh, my Lord!
Kristof: (Fingers Delilah's still-jumpsuited rear) Why don't you speak for us, pretty doll? Show us what powers your daddy has given you?
Mike: He's turned her into somethin' out of one of those weird sci-fi flicks from ten years ago...
Delilah: *her voice is now deep and very monotone* What did you do to me?
(The girls gasp in horror and squirm helplessly.)
Kristof: (Steps back) That's not how you're supposed to sound at all! You should at the very least sound female...
Delilah: Well, I don't.
Kristof: I made your body far more useful, my dear (makes a face) even if your voice didn't come out as I'd planned.
Kristof: I'll fix your voice later. Perhaps it was only a glitch. (Nods at the girls) Which one of these lovely ladies should go next?
(The girls exchange horrified looks. The scientists, who have strange metal collars around their necks, just stand and stare. There's a slight sob from the silk-wrapped bundle.)
Delilah: The one with the mouth.
(Mike's eyes widen, then narrow in pure rage.)
Micky: *whispers* I think it's time to step in, guys...
Mike: (Furious whisper) If you ever wanted to make that thing explode, Mick, this would be a great time to do it! X( :o
(Emma's eyes widen as Delilah and several lab-coated thugs untie her and remove the gag.)
Micky: Thought you'd never ask! *plays with his watch once again. Ticking is suddenly heard coming from the robotic Delilah and the music distortion machine*
Emma: You freakin' madman! Do you really think I'm going to let you turn me into a piece of machinery, like you did her? (Nods in Delilah's direction)
Kristof: What's that sound?
Emma: Sounds like...a bomb?
Delilah: That's me.
Kristof: Now, dolly, I know I didn't program you to do that.
*Micky's trying very hard to not burst out laughing.*
Thug 1: A...a...bomb? (The thugs let Emma go and run and hide all over the room)
Kristof: I'll do it myself, then! (Drags Emma to the music distortion machine/robot machine, followed by the still-ticking Delilah)
Mike: (Shrieks) NO! YOU BASTARD, DON'T YOU DARE!
Micky: And away we go! *plays with his watch again. The ticking in the music distortion machine ends and it starts shooting off sparks*
Kristof: (Doesn't pay attention) And now, to make a smaller, plumper little machine... (Frowns at the music distortion machine) It's not supposed to do that, either!
Emma: Maybe it's broken.
(Daphne looks on, shocked and wide-eyed.)
Kristof: Never mind. Must be a loose plug or something... (Leaves Emma with Delilah and goes into the machine to look at the wiring)
(There's a slight wriggle coming from the silk bundle, and another sob.)
Micky: *snickers* Now he shouldn't've done that! *plays with the watch again. The machine starts shaking violently*
Kristof: What the... (starts to move, but the box locks him in)
Micky: *grins evilly* It's ka-boom time! *presses a button on the watch. The distortion machine explodes*
(Delilah also explodes into a million now-electronic pieces.)
(Mike pulls Emma away and to safety behind a chemistry set on the other side of the room. The thugs scream and also go into hiding. Davy goes to Daphne and unties her...but starts groaning when he gets near the bundle.)
*Micky cackles.* ;-)
Daphne: (Throws her arms around the slightly faltering Davy) Thank God you're all here! Can someone finally tell me what's going on?
(Davy never gets a chance. A metal arm pokes out of the rubble of the distortion machine...an arm that looks very much like a human arm, but fully mechanical...)
Micky: *comes out of hiding finally and his eyes widen, seeing the arm reaching for Davy* No!
Emma: Mike! Oh, thank god! (Throws her arms around Mike, who also embraces her)
Daphne: (Screams) Davy, watch out!
Davy: Wha... (but the arm finally emerges...to reveal Kristof. Half of him is still very much human, but his other half, the half with the too-pretty, mechanical face, is now fully metal)
Micky: Oh, good Lord! *yells* Davy!
(Mike and Emma run to join the group...and gasp in shock at the sight of Kristof, clutching each other.)
Kristof: (Takes Davy in a headlock) You only blew up PART of my invention, you little brats! Look at what you've done to me! (Drags Davy over to a group of crystals and takes a handful. Davy whimpers and stops struggling, moaning about his head as Kristof holds the crystals over his body)
Daphne: No! NO! Let him go, you freak!
(Daphne closes her eyes...and a screwdriver appears in her hands in a soft blue light.)
Daphne: (Frowns) Wha...I was just thinking of this! (Grins) Well, I know how to use it!
Micky: *smirks* Get 'im, Daphne! ;-)
(Daphne goes to Kristof as he switches Davy to his human arm and, staying behind him, starts removing the screw holding his arm to his shoulder.)
Kristof: (Throws Davy and the crystals on the ground; he collapses in a dead faint) Young lady, what are you doing?
Daphne: (Brandishes the screwdriver) Just try and stop me, Robbie the Robot! ;) :p
Kristof: Young lady... (grabs the screwdriver...but his arm falls off.)
*Micky laughs, pointing.* ;-)
Mike: (Eyes widen) Oh, good grief!
(Everyone chuckles...even some of the thugs, who peep out of hiding.)
Daphne: (Drops the screwdriver) Davy, are you ok?
(There's a very soft moan from the bundle and another small wiggle.)
Kristof: (Closes his eyes - the black crystal glows, there's a black light, and his arm is back on) Oh, didn't you know? (Picks up the crystals) I took pieces from your precious power source and imbued them with chemicals that tainted the power, then fitted them with the chemicals of the synthetic stones. They give me power...while reducing yours. >:)
Mike: (Pushes Emma behind him and narrows his eyes) It was the crystal. We were right. You sent Delilah to trash the hideout.
Micky: *groans* Wonderful. :-P
Mike: (Very low growl) Where's Peter?
Kristof: (Smirks) Your fourth member is quite close, but very far from you. If you find him, you won't be able to free him.
Mike: (Rolls his eyes) I hate bad guys who speak in riddles.
Micky: Oh, good grief!
Kristof: (Takes one of the crystals; Mike backs up, pushing Emma back with him) Don't worry, my dear young friend. You will soon join him. (Gathers glowing black silk that looks like the same thread used by the spider from one of the tables)
Emma: Mike, what in the world...
Mike: (Groans a little as Kristof nears) Em, those crystals...they take our powers...
Micky: *eyes widen* Oh, crap!
Emma: (She steps in front of Mike) Don't come any closer, you monster!
Daphne: (Looks up at Micky as she throws the crystal across the room) Micky, help me get Davy to his feet!
Micky: *nods* Right! *goes over to Daphne & helps pull Davy up*
Kristof: (Grabs Emma as Mike collapses) Now, dear, don't be upset. I've been wanting my revenge on this little Texan upstart for a long time. (Makes a face) However, the Man Downstairs insists that we keep him alive. He didn't say anything about you or the other boys, however...
Daphne: (Points at the bundle on the table) Hey, look, guys, the thread's moving!
(The bundle once again makes a very small wriggle.)
Micky: I knew I had a bad feeling about that bundle. It looks like it's alive!
Davy: (Gasps) What 'appened?
Daphne: That crystal almost killed you...(points to the silk thread)...and that thread's alive!
Davy: (Goes to the table...but reels back, holding his head) Luv, I cahn't check it out. The thread was soaked in granuals from the dark crystals. You'll 'ave to do it.
(Daphne takes a pair of scissors from the nearest table and starts cutting away at the heavy layers of silk.)
Micky: That stuff was damn near paralyzing when I got wrapped in it.
Daphne: (She finally cuts away enough to reveal a pair of dark blue jeans and a very familiar pair of moccassins) Oh, my god...there's a human in here!
(She cuts away more from the side and chest. It's Peter. His eyes are closed and his breathing is a bit ragged.)
Peter: (Opens his eyes and murmurs) D...daphne? (Looks around) Where am...I...head hurts...(tries to move and only ends up back on the table)
Daphne: Shit, what did this to him?
(She cuts the rest away and throws the remains as far across the rooms as her small body can manage.)
Micky: The black crystal! It reverses the power of our crystal!
(Peter's still dressed in his "Mission: Ridiculous" costume, complete with binoculars. He slowly looks around the room.)
Davy: (Nods) Look at what it did to poor Petah.
Daphne: What do you mean?
Davy: (Sighs) The black crystal takes our strength away instead of increasing it. :(
Micky: That silk has residue or something in it which does the same thing.
Daphne: Oh, good lord! (Kicks the remains of the silk as far as she can under a machine. Peter stirs and tries to sit up)
Peter: Guys...what happened...(his eyes show pure horror)...there was this spider...shot that silk...
Micky: Oh, we saw it...
Peter: They covered me...I couldn't move. They covered my eyes...I didn't even know I was here. Last thing I saw was the inside of the dark sedan. They blindfolded me with spare silk. I'm lucky I wasn't smothered. (Horrified) You...you saw...it...too?
Davy: Tried to do the same thing to Mike that it did to you, and almost squeezed me to death.
Micky: It tried to wrap me up, too *grins*, but I taught it a lesson. ;-)
Davy: (Grins) Put it undah 'is control. Did a nice piece of work, 'e did.
Daphne: (Grins) Him, controlling a giant spider? Is that safe? ;)
Davy: Got us 'ere anyway, luv. ;)
*Micky buffs his finger nails, grinning wider.*
Peter: (Looks around) Guys, where's Em...Mike?
Micky: *stops* Uh oh...
(While the others have been rescuing Peter and Daphne, Kristof has spirited the other two out of the room - the remains of the robot/music machine is also missing, along with the crystals and some of the chemicals.)
Davy: There's some spah parts missin', too. (Frowns and picks up one such "spah" part) 'Ey, Mick, this looks kinda...old, don't you think? Like somethin' out of a 30s cah. (Hands it to Micky)
Micky: *eyes widen, nods* It is!
Davy: 'E must have somethin' in mind for those old parts 'e had 'is boys steal from around the San Fernando Valley.
Daphne: (Nods) I remember hearing about that, too. It was really mysterious. They were hitting both older and newer car showrooms.
Peter: (Whimpers) He's...trying...to get back at...Mike.
Davy: Through Em, I'll bet. Mike adores 'er.
Micky: *nods* More than likely. *sighs* We've gotta figure out where they disappeared to.
Davy: This place is huge! (Indicates the meandering main cavern, with it's myriad of "rooms" set off by partitions and tables.)
Daphne: (Looks around) Guys, those scientist fellows are gone, too.
Peter: (Slowly sits up) We've gotta do something! Mike and Emma could be in real trouble.
Davy: (Nods and helps Peter to his feet) Right. Are you up for turnin' into your alternate self, mate?
Peter: I could try. (he closes his eyes, there's a faint blue light, and he reappears in his MonkeeMan uniform...but continues to lean on Davy)
Daphne: (Eyes very wide) Oh...good grief!
Micky: *grins* Sorry about the lack of phone booth, Peter. ;-)
Peter: (Shaky city-lighting grin) That's ok, Micky. I don't make much of a Clark Kent, anyway. ;)
Davy: (Daphne goes to Peter's other side, and he leans on both) Come on, Petah. We'll 'elp you until you're really back on your feet. (Nods at Micky) Lead the way, oh mechanically-minded one. ;)
(Peter chuckles and Daphne giggles.)
Micky: Heh. Well, unfortunately, all my tricks have been used already, but I could probably come up with something else. ;-)
Davy: (As the four make their way out of the first room) What you sayin', Mick? If there's one thing you nevah run out of, it's tricks! ;)
Micky: *shrugs* Well, we don't even know where in this place they've disappeared to. Like I rigged up the spider and the distortion machine. Maybe he's got another mechanical thing I could take over. *light bulb* Hey, you don't suppose I could gain control of Kristof's robotic half, do you? ;-)
Davy: (Grins) It's got distinct possibilities. That would be funny, 'im fightin' with 'imself!
Peter: (Winks) The ultimate practical joke. ;)
Micky: *chuckles* There's got to be a way to pull that off!
Daphne: But we've got to find them first!
Micky: Right.
(And the four head off towards a large table filled up with a huge chemistry set, making their way around it to the series of partitioned rooms beyond it.)