Everyone ready to practice?

Mike: Yeah, we need it.

Peter: Let's go!

Micky: You bet!

Davy: I'm ready.

(We open in the MonkeeCave a few days after "Origins of the MonkeeMen" ended. Micky sits on a crystal couch in main room, fiddling with some tools and parts.)

*Micky mutters as the parts he's trying to assemble don't cooperate. One part flies from his hand, through the air...*

(Mike flies in...just in time to be hit by the part! He makes a crash landing on the floor next to Ursula, who sits on her pedestal.)

Mike: (Rubs his shoulder where he was hit) Owwww...Mick, what was THAT greetin' for?

Micky: Oh, geez, Mike, I'm sorry!

Miss Crystal: Micky, you really need to be more careful with those. Are you hurt, Mike?

Mike: A little bruise on my shoulder. Nothin' worse than that.

*Micky just shrugs. The part had a mind of its own!*

Micky: The thing just...see, it didn't... *motions to the part he still holds and shrugs again*

Mike: Did you do somethin' to those parts to make 'em fly?

Miss Crystal: Not that I could see.

Micky: And why would I do that? I'm trying to put them together, not apart!

Mike: Then you have one HELL of a throwin' arm!

Micky: But I...

Peter: (He walks in, dusting himself off) What's going on?

Miss Crystal: Mike, forget the part. You all need to practice.

Mike: Yeah guys, we're here for a sparrin' session and to work on the equipment those goons wrecked. Which reminds me, how's that comin', Mick?

Micky: It's coming along, but slowly. *shakes his head* The last couple days, nothing wants to cooperate.

Peter: (Sighs) The vibes in here have been weird ever since the day we brought the girls over and freed Miss Crystal.

Davy: *walks in* The vibes 'ave been weird in 'ere since Mick first set foot in 'ere.

Micky: Ha ha, Dave, very funny.

Peter: No Micky, that's not what I mean. I think it had something to do with all that energy we unleashed when we freed Miss Crystal.

Miss Crystal: I've been wondering about the same thing. Micky, I want you to use your powers. Aim for the wall behind you.

Micky: Um, okay. *turns around and concentrates on the wall*

(The blast sends a pure blue light out to the opposite wall...and freezes it!)

Miss Crystal: Oh dear, I was afraid of that.

Micky: *eyes widen* Hey?! That isn't what I'm supposed to do!

Mike: Shit. (He sends another blast - a flame defrost's Micky's ice wall, scorching the crystal!)

Micky: *whining* Hey!?

Mike: Damn it, I thought I was air!

Peter: Oh man... (He sends a third blast at some of the wrecked equipment - it blows it sky-high!)

Davy: This isn't good. I'm almost afraid to try.

Miss Crystal: I'm sorry David, but we have to know.

*Davy aims for the wall. It ends up covered in flowers.*

Davy: Oh no.

Miss Crystal: (Sighs) The extreme power you unlocked must have accidentally switched your abilities.

Mike: Swell. I'm a human dragon.

Peter: I liked being nature! I don't want to be a hurricane!

Davy: I don't feel like being able to make flowahs appeah out of nowhere.

Micky: And I don't want to freeze everything in sight! That's boring!

Miss Crystal: We'll have to switch you all back somehow. I gave you those particular elements because they fit your personalities...and because they were what you were best at working with and controlling.

Mike: Yeah, but how?

(Peter grins and shoots a mini-whirlwind at Davy.)

Davy: 'Ey! *ends up giving Peter a flower necklace*

Peter: (Grins) Thanks, Davy!

Mike: Could you guys quit messin' around? We gotta think of how to switch our powers back!

Micky: Aw, cool off, Mike! *zaps Mike with an ice blast*

(Mike manages to duck the blast and send a flame at Micky as "Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow)" begins.)

(Peter blasts Davy and Micky, blowing them into the wall!)

*Davy shoots a jolt of electricity at Peter, but he ducks and it hits the wall behind him.*

(Mike ducks behind the crystal couch and aims a little tickle of flame at Micky's rear.)

*...Which catches Micky off-guard. He jumps, latching onto the ceiling. He shoots a quick bit of ice at his rear and sighs, then forgets to hold on and falls from the ceiling with a thud.*

(Peter blows some air on Micky to help him to his feet and cool his rear, literally.)

(Mike aims for Davy this time.)

*Davy dodges and aims a blast of leaves at Mike.*

(Mike can't dodge the leaves and ends up half-way across the cave!)

(Peter tries to aim the wind at Micky and Davy, but he's hit with a flying hammer that knocks him out cold!)

*Davy cuts the leaves looks on sheepishly.*

(Mike frowns as he ducks another flying part. What on EARTH is going on? He tries to charbroil another part coming his way, but he misses and hits part of the couch instead, singeing it.)

*Micky throws some ice at the couch, just in case.*

(Mike goes to Peter's side, trying to defend against the flying parts while his friend regains his senses.)

Miss Crystal: (As the song ends) There must be a way to stop this madness! (She's knocked off her pedestal by a flying part) Ouch!

Mike: Oh man... (He ducks another part, which he tries to singe but misses, then goes over to the crystal and puts her back on her pedestal) There.

Micky: So what do we do?

Miss Crystal: Touching me did it the first time. Perhaps you need to be in contact with me and with each other to switch them back.

Mike: It's worth a shot. (Ducks a part) Literally, at this point. (He throws his hand down on Miss Crystal; Peter does the same)

*Micky and Davy quickly follow suit.*

(There's a blast of blue light. When it subsides, the boys all flex their fingers. Mike points his finger...and creates a small whirlwind.)

Mike: Well, that worked.

Peter: All right! (He shoots a small bolt of electricity across the room)

*Micky shoots a tiny bit of fire. Davy extinguishes it with a tiny bit of ice. They high-five each other.*

Mike: Well, that settles that. (But all four duck some flying parts!)

Miss Crystal: But everything else is still overloaded!

Peter: I have an idea! (Rolls his eyes) And don't look at me weird. I CAN have ideas every now and then! (He closes his eyes. Some of the wayward parts turn into flowers)

Micky: Good idea, Pete. There's only one problem.

Mike: (Sighs) I'll fix it. (Mike closes his eyes. There's another blue light. All the parts are now sitting on crystal shelves, in perfect order, and not moving)

Micky: Thank you, Mike.

Davy: *points* 'Ow about the still-floating tools?

Micky: May I suggest we run?

Miss Crystal: But what about me?

Mike: Aw Mick, what if they hit Miss C?

Micky: Sorry.

Peter: (Sighs and closes his eyes again - the tools drop on the floor) There.

Miss Crystal: Thank you, Peter.

Mike: (Grins) Now that we're all back to normal, relatively speaking, why don't we get some more practice in?

Peter: (Grins) Sure! (Tags Micky) You're it!

Miss Crystal: Be careful, boys!

*Micky chases after Peter.*

Mike: Guys, this is serious! (He chases after Micky)

Davy: *shrugs* Wot the 'eck? *chases after Mike*

(We fade out on the four boys running around the Cave, shooting blasts of red and green and blue and white in a circle around "Miss Crystal," who just turns blue and sighs.)