(We open in front of the tea room. The jeep pulls up to the curb. Davy goes around to Daphne's side and lets her out. She wears a simple, high-necked Victorian blouse, a long skirt, shiny black boots, white stockings, and a frilly apron.)
Davy: 'Ere you go, your ladyship. ;)
Daphne: *grins* Thank you, Davy. ;)
Davy: You be careful now, luv. Shelia and Mrs. B are gonna be there. We don't rehearse until later.
Daphne: I'll be just fine. I can take care of myself. ;)
Davy: (Gulps) Daph, about the othah night...
Daphne: I am still mad at you for that, but you couldn't really help it. *grins* You could try locating a phone, though. ;)
Davy: I'll be more careful next time. (Makes a face as he spies a familiar figure in an elegant suit walking down the street; gives Daphne a quick kiss on the cheek) I gotta go, luv. It's Atilla the Prima Donna. :p
Daphne: *makes a face* Goody. :P
(He hops into his jeep and roars off as Jane Turner walks into the tea room. Daphne follows her. She goes into the kitchen, where Fern is kneading dough for scones and three busboys do dishes...or at least splash water all over each other.)
Fern: (Sighs) Those three are useless! (Turns to Daphne; smiles as she arrives) Hi! I'm glad you’re here. Mother is greeting guests, and Shelia (wrinkles her nose) is taking orders. (Mutters to herself) And probably a few other things from our male guests... :p
Daphne: *makes a face* I have no doubt there. What can I do to help?
Fern: (Hands Daphne a pad) Help Mother and Shelia take orders, then come back in here and put the sugar cookie dough in the oven before the busboys eat it all. :p
Daphne: I'd better hurry, then. :P ;)
Busboy 1: Hey! We wouldn't eat the dough! :p
Busboy 2: Unless we were really hungry! ;)
(The third elbows the second.)
Fern: I rest my case. :p
Daphne: I'll be back as quickly as possible. *leaves the kitchen & instead of going out into the main room, ducks down a hall headed for the offices; mutters* I hope he's still here...
(Mrs. Badderly's office is decorated with Victorian furniture, including a long, velvet-upholstered "fainting couch," an elaborate teakwood screen, and a beautifuly carved rosewood desk.)
*In the corner of the office, there's a stand with a bird cage hanging from it.*
(Daphne sighs as she riffles the desk, then goes to the parrot.)
*The parrot jumps off the perch and goes up to the bars of the cage.*
Daphne: Parrot, are you really...Micky?
*The parrot jumps up and down, flapping its wings.* ;)
Daphne: (Eyes widen; strokes the parrot's feathers) You are, aren't you? :o
*The parrot nods and jumps again.* :)
Daphne: Oh, god! Shelia turned you into a parrot and took your voice, didn't she? :p X(
*The parrot tries to stick its tongue out, but nods again, then shakes its head in disgust.* :P
Daphne: (Makes a face) Yes, she did. (Sighs) I guess you wouldn't know what Shelia and Mrs. B are up to. I'll bet the two of them and Jane Turner caused the accident that broke Darren Kowalski's leg...(thoughtful) but why? Why do they want Davy in that part?
*The parrot's eyes widen, but shakes its head again.*
Daphne: Did you know about the accident? Davy's playing Captain Powers now! (Growls) And he said Jane Turner was all over him... (lets out a roar)
*The parrot shakes its head and jumps. He tries to stick his tongue out again.* :P
Daphne: (Frowns as she hears voices) It's them! I've got to hide! I'm not supposed to BE in here! (She jumps behind the screen as Jane Turner, Mrs. Badderly, and Shelia enter the office. Jane Turner sits in a pink-upholstered chair. Shelia sits on the couch.)
Mrs. Badderly: It's all coming along according to plan.
Shelia: *nods* It's perfect.
Jane Turner: I'm going to invite Jones to my apartment this evening for a little refreshment and to work on the script. He thinks it's a party. It'll really be just a quiet candlelight dinner for two. ;)
(Daphne grits her teeth to keep from growling.)
Shelia: Excellent. By the time he realizes what's going on, it'll be too late, and he'll be too enamored with the idea to want to leave. ;)
Jane Turner: Precisesly what I was hoping. ;) :X
*The parrot flaps its wings in disgust.* :P
Mrs. Badderly: Rumor has it Jones finally quit that music group. The skinny bandleader drove him too far, and he walked out.
(Daphne narrows her eyes and snorts softly behind the screen.)
Shelia: *smirks* It's about time, too. >:)
Jane Turner: Good. I'll have his full attention tonight.
(Daphne clentches her fists.)
*The parrot jumps up and down.* :P
Jane Turner: (Looks at her watch) I really must be going, ladies. I only stopped here on my way to my hair appointment.
Mrs. Badderly: Oh, what a shame. :p
Shelia: *nods* That's fine. Keep us updated, and good luck with tonight. ;) >:)
Jane Turner: Yes. Thank you, ladies. You WILL be at the final rehearsal before the big show tomorrow?
Shelia: *smirks* Of course.
Mrs. Badderly: I wouldn't miss it. ;)
Jane Turner: (Nods) Thank you again, ladies. (She leaves. Mrs. Badderly chuckles wickedly)
Mrs. Badderly: What...accident...did you have in mind for our little prima donna tomorrow? I want it to be something that will take her out for the entire run of the show in Los Angelas...and possibly the Broadway run as well. >:)
(Daphne's eyes widen.)
Shelia: *grins evilly* I have the perfect set up, but I wish for it to be a surprise. I can handle it myself. She won't be in the production for a long while. ;) >:)
Mrs. Badderly: I don't want her near a THEATER for a long while. That woman is a menace to the acting profession. :p
(Daphne puts a hand over her mouth to suppress the gasp.)
Shelia: No worry. It will be taken care of. *eyes narrow slightly*
(Daphne looks around, trying to figure out a way to make her escape. She sees a window that's just large enough for her to fit, opens it, and makes her way through. As she does, however, she knocks over a stool that was behind the screen.)
Mrs. Badderly: What was that?
Shelia: Sounds like we have more than one little birdie in here. *gets up from her seat on the couch and moves toward the screen*
Mrs. Badderly: (Stands as Shelia pulls the screen away to reveal the overturned stool and the open window) We were being watched! :p :o
Shelia: Well, well... >:)
Mrs. Badderly: We've got to find them! They probably know about the accidents!
Shelia: I already have an idea who it was.
(Cut to outside, in an alleyway next to the tea room. Daphne flips on her communicator.)
Daphne: Lauren! Come in, Lauren! Davy, anyone! Emma, Mike, come in! I have news! I found Micky!
Lauren: *brief crackle; over the communicator* Daph? Daph, what's up?
Daphne: I overheard Mrs. Badderly, Jane Turner, and Shelia talking in the office. They WERE the ones who broke Darren Kowalski's leg! That was no accident! They wanted him out!
Lauren: Oh, man! That's awful! :P *pauses* Did you say you found Micky?
Daphne: Micky really IS the parrot! He's ok, but he's still in a cage in Mrs. B's office.
Lauren: Oh, dear. :P
Daphne: I'll get him out as soon as I can.
Lauren: Okay. I'll let the others know.
(Daphne doesn't see the shadows coming up behind her.)
Lauren: Daph, just be careful.
Daphne: (Sighs) I'll be ok, (grin) Mother. (More excited) Lauren, they have something big planned for tomorrow night, something involving Jane Turner.
Lauren: We'll be there. We'll watch for it. She may have a huge ego, but she doesn't deserve what might be done to her.
Daphne: Lauren, I think they...
Lauren: Daph?
Shelia: *walks up to Daphne, the busboys flanking her* Well, I WAS right. >:)
Daphne: (Gasps and turns around) Don't even TRY, Devil Woman!
Busboy 1: What did she do?
(Daphne puts up her dukes, still holding the communicator.)
Daphne: Stay away from me!
Shelia: *to Daphne* I don't need to TRY. *to the boys* She's disrupting our business. *nods at the communicator* And she's sharing our recipes! :P ;)
Busboy 1: Hey, Mrs. B will be REALLY mad!
Daphne: I am NOT! (Pushes past the bus boys and takes off down the alley; they chase after her)
*Shelia smirks and disappears in a black light. She reappears around the corner of the alley, waiting for Daphne.*
Shelia: *yanks the communicator out of Daphne's hand as she rounds the corner* What do we have here?
Lauren: Daph, what's going on? :-O
Daphne: Hey! Lauren, it's Shelia!
(The three busboys grab her. She struggles wildly.)
Shelia: *smirks* The Mother.
Busboy 2: Damn, she's strong!
Daphne: Let me go!
Lauren: *growls* Shelia, let Daphne go! X-(
Busboy 3: (Nods at the communicator as Daphne struggles) What's that?
Busboy 1: It looks like something out of "Star Trek!"
Busboy 3: Cool! I want one! ;)
Shelia: I believe it's a type of walkie talkie. This is how she's been sharing the recipes. *nods*
Daphne: I haven't been sharing recipies, you bitch! X(
Lauren: Daph! :P
Shelia: *closes the communicator* Yes, you have! :P ;)
Daphne: No, I haven't (finally elbows both boys holding her) Devil Woman! X(
(She takes off again and tries to climb a wire fence behind the alleyway, but the three busboys chase her and pry her off, holding the kicking, screaming girl in their arms.)
Shelia: Oh, no? Then you won't mind if I do something with your little walkie talkie. ;)
Daphne: Don't you DARE mess with that, you Devil bitch! X(
Busboy 2: (Looks at Shelia; just barely avoids being kicked) "Devil Woman?" :-/
Shelia: *turns the communicator over in her hands; glares* Apparently she doesn't like me, and has given me a LOVELY nickname. :P
Daphne: (Struggles wildly) Put my communicator DOWN, Shelia! I'm warning you! You know what I can do, especially when I'm mad! X(
Shelia: All the better reason TO do something with it. Maybe I'll just keep it, or maybe I'll destroy it.
Daphne: Shelia, it's not a toy!
Busboy 1: (As Daphne tries her best to pull free) I don't think we can hold her much longer, Miss Saunders!
Shelia: *smirks* Then I'll take over. *tucks the communicator in a pocket and walks over to Daphne. Presses her fingers to Daphne's temples and rubs; to the busboys* She needs to calm down. I worked as a masseuse several years ago. This is a very calming technique. ;) >:)
Daphne: God, no! (Struggles as hard as she can, but the muddling eventually takes hold, and she finally slumps in the busboys' arms, panting.)
Busboy 1: Is she ok?
Shelia: She's just fine. ;)
Daphne: (Panting) No, Shelia...let me go...please....
Busboy 3: What are we gonna do with her?
Shelia: Bring her back inside. Leave her in Mrs. Badderly's office. I'll take over from there. ;) >:)
Busboy 1: (He takes the limp Daphne and puts her over his shoulder) Will do, Miss Saunders!
Shelia: Thank you, boys. ;)
(Cut to the office. Daphne has been deposited on the fainting couch. The busboys leave as Shelia enters. Mrs. Badderly is out entertaining guests.)
Shelia: *stands over Daphne, next to the couch* Now, let's see. What to do with this little snooping birdie? *smirks briefly at the parrot, who again flaps its wings*
Daphne: (Looks up, narrowing her eyes) Nothing, Shelia. The others know. Lauren will tell them.
Shelia: So she will. *shrugs* I'll just have to make sure neither of you are HERE. :P
Daphne: They'll tell Davy. He'll know what you're up to now. You never intended for Jane Turner to have Davy. You're leading her on. YOU want him. :p
Shelia: Of course I want him. *smirks* We'll just have to do something about him knowing. Perhaps Jane is an even better actress than we think she is. ;)
Daphne: (Glares) What ideas did you put in her head?
Shelia: *smirks* I know better than to tell anyone of you my plans, even when captured. You always manage to let the others know, and it ruins everything, as we've already partially seen. :P
Daphne: I intend to keep doing that...and you know it. I'm a fighter, Shelia. I'm a Huntress for a reason.
Shelia: Intentions are different from actions. As for you, dear Huntress, I'll just have to make it hard for you to BE a fighter. ;)
Daphne: Wha...what do you mean? How? (She puts up her fists again, but she's slow and sluggish. Her quick actions almost knock her off the fainting couch.)
Shelia: I've pretty much run the gamut with the animals thing. I've an even better idea. *smirks as she begins to concentrate on Daphne*
Daphne: What are you DOING to me? X(
Shelia: *as a black light surrounds Daphne* You'll see in a moment. ;)
*The black light surrounds Daphne completely. When it clears, Daphne is no longer on the couch...or rather, yes, she is! She IS still lying on the couch, except that now she's only two inches tall.*
Daphne: (Eyes widen) What did you DO? (She starts running toward Shelia, but she's slow from the muddling and the spell and keeps slipping on the soft velvet of the couch.)
Shelia: *scoops Daphne in her hands* Why, I've shrunk you down to two inches tall. ;) >:)
Daphne: Turn me back! (Stomps on Shelia's hand as hard as she can...which, at two inches tall, isn't very hard.)
Shelia: No, I rather like you like this. *smirks* Oh, THAT really hurt. ;) :P
*The parrot is flapping its wings again.* :P
Shelia: You know, I've never tried reading a soul in a body as small as yours is currently. *evil grin* No better time to try than now. >:) ;)
Daphne: (Steps back as far as she can...and hits the back of Shelia's hand.) No! Don't! Leave me alone! Davy will feel it, too! (Clutches her chest)
Shelia: Let's see... *grins; moves one finger over Daphne's shoulder & opens her blouse enough to cover her heart, pushing her tiny hands away from her chest* You've just made this so much easier.
Daphne: (Tries to wiggle back) No!
Shelia: Doesn't matter if he feels it. Matter of fact, I hope he DOES! *presses her finger into the small woman's chest* Ahh, it DOES work! ;) >:)
Daphne: (Screams) Owwww! It BURNS like hell!
Shelia: Of course it does. >:) My goodness! You are EXTREMELY worried about Davy and my plans for him.
Daphne: Of COURSE I am! I love him! I don't want him to end up under YOUR power! X(
Shelia: Hmm. You're also worried about Davy possibly leaving for Broadway, and the trouble it's causing with the group.
Daphne: (Sighs) This show is nothing but pain in the rear. :p
Shelia: You don't want him to leave, and not just for the group. You want him to stay because you really love him. *makes a face* :P
Daphne: I could have told you that. Why do you think I'm always in his face? I don't WANT him to leave. I want to stay with him.
Shelia: You're also worried about your own little group. You're afraid of what will happen since you haven't had many gigs lately.
Daphne: The girls and I are broke. I wasn't lying about my other reasons for taking this job. :p
Shelia: You're afraid that Davy may never acknowledge your relationship.
Daphne: Not the way I want... :(
Shelia: You're also worried that your group might break up. You fear you will have to find go-nowhere jobs just to get by, and that Davy will leave you. You don't want for him to have to support both of you, and neither does he.
Daphne: (Nods; softly) He's doing so well, and we're...we can't find anything. The Monkees can't, either. If Maxine goes back to New York, what's left for the rest of us? Why would Davy want a barmaid or a tea room hostess? :(
Shelia: Seems you're in quite the bind. *smirks* >:)
Daphne: (Struggles under Shelia's fingers) Shelia, let me go! I've got to get to Davy, before Jane Turner does! She'll swallow him whole! :p X(
Shelia: I'm not letting you go. Now, I just have to decide where to keep you. (Smirks) As for Jane, she will do what I've told her to do. ;)
Daphne: (Eyes widen) Did you put some kind of a spell on Miss Turner?
Shelia: No, we merely talked. She...understands. That's her normal personality. :P
Daphne: I'm not surprised. :p
(Daphne tries to struggle to her feet, fighting Shelia's grasp as hard as she can. She kicks and punches, trying to pull away from Shelia.)
Daphne: (Screaming at the top of her tiny lungs) Let me go, Shelia! Put me down NOW! X(
Shelia: *smirks* You fight way too much. That does makes the decision of what to do to sedate you very easy. ;)
*Shelia concentrates on Daphne. Daphne falls over, having lost the use of her legs and voice. Shelia makes a glass jar appear in her other hand.*
(Daphne looks up from the bottom of Shelia's open palm, hot, pure rage apparent in her brown eyes. X( )
Shelia: *tips the jar on its side and pushes Daphne unceremoniously into the it* This should keep you. Now, where to keep the jar... *screws on the metal top that has a few air holes punched into it; her gaze lands on the bird cage*
(Daphne glares at her and tries to stand, but only ends up falling to the bottom of the jar again. X( )
*The parrot is jumping up & down, once again flapping its wings.*
(Daphne looks at Micky helplessly. She points at Shelia's pocket, where her communicator is.)
*The parrot's eyes widen. It nods slightly.*
Shelia: *nods* Might as well have you two keep each other company. *makes a black cloth appear and wraps it over the jar, tying it off with a piece of string*
(There's the muffled sound of tapping - Daphne is pounding on the glass.)
*Shelia goes over to the cage and opens the door, briefly and quickly setting the jar inside. She closes the door, then sticks her fingers through the cage bars to tie the string to the top of the inside of the cage. She pulls on the string, causing the jar to dangle in the cage. It would be impossible fo the parrot to untie the string without the jar falling. Shelia steps away and admires her work.* >:) ;)
(The jar moves slightly. Daphne is trying to move it, but she's not strong enough, especially without the ability to stand.)
Shelia: *evil grin* That'll keep her until I'm ready to move both of you, which will be soon since the others no doubt know where you are by now. :P
Mrs. Badderly: (Pokes her head in) Shelia, you're needed in the tea room, and where's that other girl, Darla or Dahila or whatever?
(The jar sways slightly again.)
Shelia: *nods, then shrugs slightly* She went home. She apparenly wasn't feeling very well. Said it must've been something she ate at lunch.
Mrs. Badderly: That's not good timing! We need her help with the afternoon crowd! :p
Shelia: Such things do usually occur at the most inopportune times, don't they? :P
Mrs. Badderly: You're not joking! You'll have to work double time now, and we'll all be closing down the tea room in a few hours to go to the theater! (Frowns) What's with that glass jar in the cage?
Shelia: *glances at the jar* Oh, that. Just something for the parrot to play with. *pauses* Let's not keep the customers waiting. ;)
Mrs. Badderly: Fern's already trying to get the busboys to help her bake without burning down the kitchen or eating the sweet dough before it makes it into the ovens. :p
Shelia: Oh, dear. *smirks* I wish her lots of luck with that. ;) :P
Mrs. Badderly: Come along, Shelia. We'll need to discuss what we'll be doing this afternoon, anyway. Did you get rid of the (coughs) birdie? ;) >:)
Shelia: *nods* I certainly did. That birdie won't be causing anymore trouble. ;) >:)
Mrs. Badderly: Good. (Nods at the main tea room) Come on. Let's try to save the sweet dough. :p
Shelia: Right. :P
*We move to the Pad. Emma and Mike are just returning with Katie.*
Emma: (Sighs as she pushes the stroller in) Mike, there was really no reason for jumping all over Davy last night, and you got Peter upset, too.
Mike: Em, he's the one who quit!
Emma: Only because you prodded him. (Sees Lauren's expression as she and Mike take Katie out of her stroller) Hi, Laur. What's wrong?
Mike: (Flops by the kids) Hi, kids. Uncle Mike is still in the doghouse 'cause he got into a big fight with Uncle Davy. :p
Lauren: I heard from Daph. She's in trouble!
Emma: (Eyes widen) Oh no...
Mike: I KNEW we shouldn't have let her waitress at the tea room. :p
Emma: Lauren, what happened?
Lauren: Daphne was looking for Micky, and she got caught by Shelia. She DID find Micky, too. He IS a parrot. Shelia took her communicator away. :P
Emma: Oh, god.
Mike: This is startin' to sound too familiar. Do you know what happened to her or where she is now?
Lauren: She was still at the tea room. I think she got caught in the alley in the back. She might still be there. Shelia knows that I know, though, so she's probably moved both of them by now. :P X-(
Mike: Damn it!
Emma: Davy knows, too. If Shelia did anything to her, he would have felt it. :p
Lauren: We should find Davy. Knowing Shelia, he probably HAS felt something. :P
Mike: If he'll speak to me.
Emma: Have you heard from him since last night?
Mike: (Shakes his head no) Not since he took off in the jeep. He probably slept at one of his former girlfriends' places or the Abbies' apartment, if the Abbies didn't throw him out.
Lauren: *slight smirk* That's very possible, too. *shrugs* He's more than likely at the theater now.
Mike: What did Daphne say to you, Lauren, exactly?
Lauren: Well, let's see. The connection wasn't very good, but she overheard Mrs. Badderly, Jane Turner, and Shelia talking in the office. THEY were the ones who broke Darren Kowalski's leg. It wasn't an accident. They wanted him out of the show. They also have something big planned for tonight, involving Jane Turner.
Mike: Damn that bitch.
Lauren: And now Shelia has Daphne's communicator. :P
Emma: (Makes a face) Great. Did she say what she had in mind for Jane Turner?
Mike: Another "accident," probably. :p
Lauren: Umm, I don't remember her saying anything about an accident, but I wouldn't doubt that's what they have in mind. :P
Emma: But...why Jane Turner? I thought she was working WITH them?
Mike: Yeah. I thought those chicks were in cahoots, not trying to bump each other off, as the gangsters in those old movies Micky likes always say. :p
Lauren: They're using her, and they won't need her when they're done.
Emma: (Frowns; eyes widen) Mrs. Badderly wants Fern to have a career. I'll bet she wouldn't mind seeing her daughter in Jane Turner's role.
Lauren: And what better way than to get rid of Jane? :P
Mike: Actually, she'd be right about that. Jane Turner IS all wrong for the sweet young ingeune part she's playing.
Emma: Yeah, but she'd totally approve of whatever Shelia has in mind for Jane, which I suspect isn't pleasant. :p
Mike: (Nods) I doubt Mrs. B has any love for Miss Turner. I'll bet she's abused her daughter as much as the rest of the cast, or maybe more. :p
Lauren: Can't say as I'd blame her in that aspect. :P
Emma: Yeah, but that means Shelia will probably come up with something far worse than a broken leg for Jane. Even she doesn't deserve the Devil's full wrath. :p
Lauren: *nods* No one deserves that. :P
Emma: (Takes a fussing Katie into her arms and cuddles her) Ok. We know Shelia is up to something...but what can we do?
Mike: We'll need help. (Grins wickedly) Local help. ;)
Emma: (Grins) You don't think...
Lauren: Otherwise known as the rescue crew. *nods* Why not? ;)
Mike: (Lays down next to the twins as they build with blocks) Hey, kids, wanna have a theater party and see Uncle Nyles and all Mommy and Daddy's friends? ;)
*The twins cheer.* :D
Emma: I think Uncle Nyles is the LAST person they should be spending time with. ;)
Lauren: Even when he IS lucid. ;)
Mike: We'll have to get Pete and Val, too. (Mutters) If Pete will speak to me after last night. He was really upset, and I don't blame him. If this doesn't work...(softly) it could be the end of the Monkees. :(
Emma: (Sits, taking Katie into her lap) Oh, honey, don't think that way...
Lauren: It's got to work!
Emma: Lauren, call Valerie and Peter first. They can call Mr. Bennett. ;)
Lauren: Right. ;)
Mike: We’re gonna have fun with this show party. We'll be able to help Uncle Davy and Lady Abigail and all the sword fighters. ;)
Little Mick: Pawty, pawty! :D
Shelly: Sords! :)
Mike: (Grins and takes Little Mick into his lap) Yeah, cowboy, we're gonna have a party with all the gang. (Smiles) Hey, what are you guys building?
Little Mick: *shrugs* Dunno.
Shelly: *grins* Mountain! :)
Lauren: *chuckles--the blocks are just piled on top of each other* Mick's been trying to teach them to build castles, so he can help them with the moats. They're getting there. :)
Mike: You kids ain't quite White Knights yet, like Uncle Mike. ;)
Lauren: *grins* I doubt they'll be Knights, Mike. ;)
Emma: Ursula said they would be the Savage and the Huntress when they grew up. :) (She cradles a sleepy Katie) And this little lady will be the Scholar. :)
(Katie gives a little yawn. I-) )
Mike: Oooh, some little cowgirl needs to go to bed. ;)
Emma: And I'll go put her there. You guys call everyone else. (Emma takes Katie to the bedroom)
*Little Mick climbs off Mike's lap and knocks over the block mountain. Shelly laughs and claps.* :D
Mike: Real nice, little Savage. You're a one-man wreckin' crew. ;)
Lauren: Oh, brother. *shakes her head* :P
*Little Mick just beams up at them.* :D
Lauren: I'm gonna contact Val and Peter. *looks at Little Mick* You'd better have that rebuilt when I'm done! ;)
Mike: Want some help, cowboy? Uncle Mike's pretty good at buildin' stuff, too. ;)
Little Mick: *grins* Yeah!
Shelly: Pwease! :)
Mike: Awww, I can't resist two sets of Dolenz eyes. ;) (He takes some blocks and starts setting them up in a square) Ok, this is your foundation.
Lauren: *opens her communicator* Val? Peter? Anyone home? ;) :)
Peter: Hi, Lauren! What's going on?
(Sound of Val's voice; it's a bit muffled.)
Peter: (Muffled) It's Lauren, honey!
Lauren: Shelia's got Daphne. She caught her looking for Micky at the tea room. Shelia's got plans for tomorrow night at the theater. :P
Peter: Oh no! :( (Calls over his shoulder) Valerie, Shelia got Daphne, and she's got plans for the theater tomorrow night!
(Valerie's curses come in loud and clear. :p )
Lauren: *makes a face at the loud curses* We going to gather up the entire crew and bring them with us to the theater. Think you can get Mr. Bennett to join in on the activities? ;)
Peter: (Smiles on his end despite his fear) Sure! He used to be in radio. He might be able to help. He said he wanted to see the show anyway. Does that mean we're going to call everyone?
Lauren: EVERYone! It's gonna be something of a...party. ;)
Peter: A rescue mission? ;)
(Valerie cheers. ;) :D )
Lauren: You got it! :D
Peter: (Pauses as Valerie tells him something; returns to the communicator) We'll call Mr. Bennett, then meet you at the theater. See you there! :D
(Shuts off his communicator.)
Lauren: Val and Peter are on board. ;)
(Mike goes to the phone.)
Mike: (Nods) Yeah, hi, John. No, we haven't found a gig yet. This is about that show (makes a face) Davy's in. Yes, that hoary musical. (Grins) Have you ever wanted to be in the theater? ;)