Ok, everyone ready to party on?

Micky: You betcha!

Mike: Yeah! You won't believe what I'm winnin' over here...

Davy: I'm ready too, mates!

Peter: I'm ready! Anyone seen Val?

(Cut back to the doorway, where the kids stand, watching the party.)

Chrissy: Wow! Looks like they're having a good time out there!

Katie: Wanna go party!

Jordan: Yay!

Little Mick: Let’s party!

Chrissy: Well, maybe just for a few minutes. If they see us out there, they'll send us to bed and probably ground me.

Katie: Come on! (Points at a table where Mike plays cards with several men) See Papa! :)

Chrissy: I wonder where Valerie and Peter are?

Shelly: *points at Micky dancing* There's Daddy! He's dancing!

Katie: Let's go! (She tugs Chrissy into the room; they sneak across the room, stopping at an empty table with plates with food on them)

Chrissy: I wonder if anyone's coming back to this table? I am a little hungry...

Katie: Oooh, yummy! (Takes a big square of cheese and stuffs it in her mouth) Good teese!

little Mick: Let’s eat! :D

Katie: Where's the cake?

Chrissy: They probably have some kind of fancy dessert, like eclaires or something. I don't think they'd serve cake at something this big!

Shelly: Lets find out! ;)

Chrissy: What if they see us?

Jordan: (Reaches for a piece of pastry) Me!

Katie: (Takes a pastry; it squirts whipped cream and jam as she bites into it) "Oh, wow, this is cool! It's all messy, and it's covered with this really thick chocolate, and the cream is kinda cheesy, and it has jam in it, too!"

(Chrissy sits down with Jordan. She gives him a small piece of pastry, which he gobbles.)

Jordan: "Yummy! It IS good! Mommy and Daddy never give me stuff like this! I only eat mushy peas or mashed carrots or applesauce!"

*The twins gobble up other fancy little pastries.*

Chrissy: And they have petit fours! (Cuts a little chocolate-covered cake in half and gives a fourth of that to Jordan)

Jordan: "Oooh, cake!"

Katie: "And it's just my size! Mama doesn't have to cut it up into small pieces!" (Reaches for a petit four)

Jordan: "What are they doing?" (Points to the people dancing on the bandstand - Micky and Davy have been joined by a few other people, including Danny and Kimberly and John and Maxine)

Katie: "They're dancing! That's fun! Mama likes to dance! She taught me how!" (Katie gets up and demonstrates a few steps.)

*The twins also get up and dance a little, clearly taught by their father.*

Jordan: "Wow! Can I do that?"

Chrissy: Oh, you want to dance too, huh? Well, I'm not really much of a dancer, but I'll be your partner tonight, ok? (She "dances" with Jordan in her arms, swinging him around lightly.)

Jordan: "Wheee! Dancing is fun!" :D

Katie: "And you can do all different kinds of moves, or even dance with more than one person!" (She joins the twins for some joint dancing)

*The twins giggle and clap.*

Chrissy: (As the instrumental song ends) Ok, guys, I'm getting dizzy. Let's get out of here, before we get caught.

Little Mick: Aww!

(Suddenly, two bodies pull out from under the table...Tilly and Marcus. The shoulder of Tilly's peasant dress hangs off of one shoulder; Marcus is missing his paisley tie and his shirt is open. Both look fairly dazed.)

Jordan: Oooh!

Chrissy: I didn't know the party was under there.

Shelly: Wow!

Marcus: You'd be surprised, kid. ;) :X

Tilly: Um, did anyone see a couple of aliens pass by here? Short, wearing suits with Mickey...(frowns at the kids' pajamas)...OH.

Marcus: I TOLD you those weren't aliens, Till!

Katie: Alien?

Chrissy: We're NOT aliens. We're, um, looking for our parents.

Marcus: (Looking around) I don't SEE them...I think Mike's kickin' ass at poker somewhere...Em was havin' dessert...kinda lost track of the others...

Tilly: Are you SURE there are no aliens here?

Marcus: Til, I'm positive. Aliens don't do parties.

Tilly: Oh. Well, in that case... (grabs him and pulls him back under the table)

Chrissy: Um, maybe we'd better get out of here.

Katie: Me too? (She starts to peek under the table, but Chrissy pulls her back)

Chrissy: Um, Kate, I think that's, um, a private grown-up thing.

*The twins grin.*

Katie: (Looks at the twins as they make their way through the room) "What ARE they doing? They looked like they were just hugging each other!"

Little Mick: "They were wrestling."

Katie: "Under there? Wow!"

Jordan: "Wow!"

Katie: (Points ahead) "Hey, look, there's Papa! He's playing cards with a bunch of people!"

(Mike sits at a table with several men and a few women, all in various states of undress...except for one fellow with a devilish face and a wide smile.)

Mike: Ok, folks, three pair. (Puts down his cards; his revelation is followed by several groans and complaints of "I'm out!" and "Not again!")

Man: *smiles widens* It seems that I have a straight flush. Sorry.

Mike: What? (He sighs and hands over the chips and the cash) Guess you deserve this, Mr...

Man: Jack Nicholson, but you can call me Jack. *smiles widely again*

Mike: (Shakes his hand) Michael Nesmith, but you can call me Mike. You ain't bad.

JackN: You ain't bad yourself.

Mike: Thanks. Those guys weren't nuthin'. They ain't used to playin' with the big boys, like us. (Grins) Want some punch? It's got an extra special ingredient.

JackN: You don't say? I'd love some, in that case.

Katie: Papa! (Points to her father) Who dat?

Chrissy: I don't know. (Squints) I think I saw him on a movie poster once. Maybe he's a movie star!

Katie: Oooh!

Little Mick: He does look familiar.

Jordan: "Movie star? You mean, he's on the TV?"

Katie: "No, he's at the big place where Mama and Papa go to watch movies! The one where they have all the candy and popcorn up front, and you have to pick your seats, and there's a big exit sign in the back!"

Jordan: "How'd he get here?"

Katie: "I guess he wanted to play cards with Papa."

Chrissy: Ok, maybe we should... (but the twins run ahead) Hey, guys, wait up!

Katie: "I wanna come, too! I haven't seen my mommy yet!" (She runs after them)

Jordan: "Hey, no fair! Wait for us! I can't run!"

Little Mick: "Come on!"

(The twins hurry up front. Peter walks around, looking for Valerie.)

Peter: Val? Anyone? Hey guys?

*Davy and Micky approach Peter, doing the infamous MonkeeWalk.*

Peter: (Laughs) Hi, guys. Have you seen Val?

Micky: *shakes his head* Nope, sorry.

Peter: Have you seen Mike? I thought we could introduce ourselves now, but I haven't been able to find him or Valerie...

Davy: Last I saw, Mike was playing cards somewhere around here.

(Mike ambles up to the bandstand with Jack. Both men hold cups of punch and are laughing.)

Mike: Hey, guys. Jack, meet my bandmates. The blond guy is Peter, Mop-head is Micky, and the short guy is Davy. Fellas, this is Jack Nicholson, writer, actor, and lots of other stuff I lost track of back there.

JackN: Nice to meet you fellas.

*Micky's jaw drops open, and he makes unintelligible noises.*

Mike: I've been talkin' to Jack, and he has some incredible ideas for our movie.

Peter: Really? You want to do OUR movie?

JackN: I certainly do. :D

Valerie: (She hurries up to them) Where have all of you BEEN?

Peter: I've been right here in the ballroom! I've been looking for YOU!

Mike: Playin' cards. Wanna see what Jack and I won?

Valerie: No.

Peter: Valerie, can we get onstage now and introduce ourselves?

Valerie: After what's happened tonight, I don't think that's... (but Peter kisses her on the cheek)

Peter: Val, it won't hurt!

Valerie: Explain that to the people at tables 8 and 4 who had your friends falling on their food.

Micky: Oh, come on Val!

Valerie: (Sighs) All right, I'll let you get up there. Just remember, if you want to do this movie, you have to impress these people!

Mike: (Sways a little; Peter catches him) No problem, Val! Just watch us! We'll be so suave, people will think Roger Moore's up there.

Peter: He's here, too? :o

(Mike just rolls his eyes and goes onstage, followed by Peter.)

Davy: Not until later, mate.

*Davy goes up next, followed by Micky.*

Valerie: (Follows them, then goes to the microphone and turns it on; the resulting feedback gets everyone's attention) Hello, everyone! I hope you've been having a wonderful time tonight! I'm Valerie Cartwright, owner, president, and chief CEO of Headquarters Records, your headquarters for the best musical acts in the industry! I have here tonight an act whom I think many of you know. Some of you may have bought their albums, or seen their annual specials on TV. They're one of Headquarters' finest acts and their first major hit, and next year, they'll be on the big screen!

Mike: (Closes his eyes and sways a little) Oh man...what's she sayin?

Micky: We're famous, and people love us.

Valerie: (Ignores Mike and Micky) Here they are, the next big rock and roll stars of the silver screen, the Monkees! (There's polite applause as the Monkees launch into "Looking For the Good Times.")

Katie: (over the music) "There's our daddies! They're playing music!"

Jordan: "Yay! I love it when Daddy plays! He's the best!"

(Mike stands where he is, staring straight ahead and trying to keep from unleashing what he had for dinner on the floor.)

*Micky has donned his poncho and is drumming his heart out.*

*Davy plays to the crowd.*

(Katie brings over a round stuffed lion. It looks a bit like the MGM lion, but cuter. She tosses it to Mick, who tosses it to Shelly.)

(Mike manages to lean over and take the lion when it lands onstage. He tosses it to Micky.)

*Micky slides the lion across the cymbals then tosses it to Peter.*

(Peter gets it going pretty well on his bass, then tosses it to Davy.)

*Davy holds the lion, shaking it along with the maracas in one hand and plays the tambourine in the other. He tosses the lion into the crowd; it lands on the Abbies’ table.*

(Kimberly and Jen toss it back and forth, taking it into the crowd.)

(Peter takes flowers from one of the vases, throws them up in the air, and makes a flower wreath for himself out of them. Mike takes one of the flowers and eats the petals as he walks away.)

(Chrissy gives Jordan a flower. He plays with it before dropping it on the floor and laughing.)

(Mike laughs when Micky grabs the microphone and pretends to "shave" with it.)

*Micky pretends to shave Mike with the microphone.*

(Mike laughs; Peter chuckles and shakes his head.)

(The twins and Katie climb right up onstage with their daddies and keep dancing.)

(Emma bats the stuffed lion over to the next table and returns to her pastry with a sigh.)

*Lauren and Daphne toss the lion back and forth several times. Lauren then tosses the lion behind her, and the two women go back to their food.*

*Davy ignores everything and just keeps singing.*

(Chris and several girls toss the lion to each other, then toss it away. He puts his arms around them and heads for the door, asking them if any of them are free tonight.)

(John and Maxine feed each other pastries, taking time out to bat the lion over to another table.)

(Tilly gasps and grabs a man in shades and with a bald head. She accuses him of being a "dirty alien" and grabs his shades off...revealing an ordinary and rather annoyed bald man in a suit. Marcus leads her away, blushing. :">)

*The lion lands on Nyles head. Jack pulls it off and whacks Nyles in the face with it. Nyles tosses the lion across the room.*

(Valerie shrugs and hits the lion back into the crowd. There's only a very scattered, muted applause as the music ends.)

Valerie: (Runs back onstage) Yes, yes, and that's just a sampling of what you'll hear and say if you agree to distribute the Monkees' first big-screen adventure!

Mike: Katie? (He picks his daughter up, a bit wobbly) What are you guys doin' here?

Katie: We party!

Micky: *glances at the twins on either side of the drum kit* What're you two rugrats doing here?

Little Mick: We got bored. Wanted to see what you were doing. :)

Shelly: We wanted to have fun, too!

Peter: (Takes Katie from Mike) We understand that, but it's late, and this is a party for grown-ups, not kids.

Valerie: Why don't we see another band? (But there are some people leaving already, even as the Martians get onstage, Chris with many lipstick marks on his face) Here they are, another one of Headquarters' top bands, the Four Martians!

(The four Monkees get offstage as the Martians launch into an instrumental number. They walk over to the table where Emma, Lauren, and Daphne sit.)

Emma: Katie, what are you doing here? (Takes Katie from Peter)

Katie: Party, Mama! :D

Emma: You should be in bed. This isn't a party for children.

Lauren: Em's right. :P

*Micky holds a twin under each arm. Both wave to Lauren, who doesn't look overly amused.*

Chrissy: Hi, guys! (She comes over with a sleeping Jordan in her arm) I thought I'd lost them! Where did you kids go?

Katie: Dance with daddies!

Peter: (Gentle but firm) Chrissy, shouldn't you be in bed?

Chrissy: (Turns Jordan over to his father) Well, I really wanted to see what was going on, and so did the twins, and we never get to go to these parties...

Peter: You never get to go to these parties because they aren't for you. This party is for Valerie and some very important people. It's not like a birthday party.

Katie: "Jordan? Are you up?" (Slight snore) "I guess the party tired him out!"

Little Mick: "He's still really little. He gets tired easier."

Katie: "Why are all the grown-ups mad we came? I had a great time! We got to dance and eat cool pasty-things and meet lots of people!"

Shelly: "I think because the party wasn't for us. It's a grown-up thing."

Valerie: (She's following another man, a tall older fellow with a balding head - in fact, it's the man Tilly mistook for an alien earlier) But, sir, if you'd just listen, I'm sure they'd go well with next year's line-up of...

Man: No! No! I'm NOT interested! I saw enough tonight! They're a bunch of ill-mannered hooligans! (Grumbles) And I do NOT look like an alien! (He storms out, revealing to the camera as he turns that he now has "Kick Me" taped to the back of his suit jacket)

Mike: (Grins) You wanna do it or should I? ;)

Micky: Can I, Mike, can I?

Valerie: Guys....

Mike: Go right ahead.

*Micky pumps a fist and follows the man to the door. He kicks the man right in the rear as he’s about to leave.*

Man: (He jumps, then turns around to an innocent-looking Micky) Why you...you... (As he sputters, he's hit on the head by the stuffed lion. He finally grabs the lion, then storms out)

Mike: (Laughs) What a dork!

Katie: "What's a dork?"

Little Mick: "Someone who doesn't understand what "fun" is!"

Valerie: Well, that dork was the head of MGM...and I've gotten the same response from almost everyone I've asked! They won't distribute a movie with a bunch of lunatics as the leads!

Micky: I just kicked the head of MGM? *debates whether that's good or bad, then shrugs and grins*

Man: Excuse me... (We see another man in a simple gray suit. He's older than the group, but younger than most of the departing executives) I believe you were asking for someone to distribute your film?

Valerie: Yes, sir.

Man: My name is Jackie Cooper, and I'm the head of Columbia Pictures. (Smiles) I thought you were pretty funny out there. You work so well together, not like most rock stars I've seen with huge heads and no sense of humor.

Peter: Thank you, sir!

Mike: (Nods) Yeah, man.

Micky: Hey, man, thanks!

Davy: *nods* Thanks, mate.

Mr. Cooper: Oh, I know something about being a kid. I was a child and teen star for many years myself. (Nods at the remaining execs) Most of these people probably don't remember what it's like to be wild and crazy and play music with your buddies. I remember it too well. I did worse things with Mickey Rooney around MGM executives.

Valerie: So, you'll distribute our movie?

Mr. Cooper: Would love to. Columbia prides itself on it's ability to look forward. We were one of the first movie studios to take TV seriously and produce our own shows. Now we make some of TV's finest programming on our Screen Gems lot. We got into sound fairly early, too, before some of the then-major studios did.

Valerie: We'll discuss this at my office tomorrow. You won't be disappointed, sir!

Mr. Cooper: I'm sure I won't. Not if you keep doing what you did onstage tonight. I'm not the biggest fan of rock, but I recognize talent when I see it...and chemistry. You have amazing chemistry. I've seen it in your specials, and I saw it tonight. You have a kind of magic when you all work together.

Mike: (Mutters) You don't know the half of it, buddy. (Emma nudges him)

Valerie: You won't regret this!

Mr. Cooper: I'm just distributing the movie. Putting out something as good as what I saw tonight is up to all of you.

Micky: As good as? Try BETTER!

Katie: Movie! Movie!

Chrissy: Are you guys really going to be in the movies?

Mike: Looks like it. (Grins) And I know the perfect person to help us write it.

Valerie: Help us...

Mike: I'll introduce him later. We met him tonight. Nice guy. Lotta fun. You'll like him.

Mr. Cooper: I'm looking forward to it.

Valerie: Let's discuss the details over here...

Peter: I'll take Jordan and Chrissy back to bed, Val. (He pats his sleeping son on the back)

Valerie: (Nods) It'll just be a few minutes, dear. I'll be up shortly. (She goes to a table with Mr. Cooper)

Emma: (Takes Katie) I think it's time these kiddies went back to bed.

Katie: (Yawns) Aw, Mama...

Chrissy: Me too? Am I in trouble?

Peter: (Shakes his head) Just go to bed when you're supposed to from now on, Chrissy. We don't keep you from these parties to be mean. When we say it's an adult's party, we mean there isn't really anything going on that's fun for kids to do.

Mike: What about the twins?

Micky: I'll haul 'em back up to the room.

Lauren: *looks pointedly at Micky* We’ll BOTH talk to them tomorrow. :P ;)

Emma: You too, Katie.

Katie: (Yawns again and settles in her mother's shoulder) 'Kay, Mama...

Mike: Come on. Let's settle in for the night. Glad we all agreed it would be easier to sleep here 'steada goin' home really late.

Peter: (As they pass a table) Hey, what's that?

(Mike, Daphne, and Davy pull up the tablecloth to reveal Marcus and Tilly again. They're on top of each other and grinning.)

Mike: What are you two doin'?

Marcus: I don't know, but I think we're engaged!

Mike: Congratulations. (He lets the tablecloth fall back down as the camera fades out on the table...and the sounds of love coming from underneath.)