Mike: Everyone ready to figure out what to do about the devils?

Micky: Yeah!

Peter: Michael, you can't give them your soul!

(We open with the MonkeeMobile speeding across the water. It drives over to the shore and right onto it, automatically returning to car mode.)

Peter: Michael, are you crazy?

Mike: No, Pete. Are you?

Valerie: You can't give Sheila your soul!

Mike: I wouldn't really do it. There has to be a way to bargain with her...

Micky: Bargain? Yeah, right.

Ursula: Mike, this is my sister we're talking about. She's wanted your soul from the very beginning.

Mike: I know, Urse, but...what choice do I have? Em can't stay like this the rest of her life!

Peter: There has to be something we can do!

Mike: What can we do? Sheila gave me her ultimatum.

Ursula: We need to go back to the Cave and plan. We can't go into this cold.

Mike: I wonder if they'd catch on if we sent someone out to spy on them again.

Micky: Depends on how the spying is done, I suppose.

Peter: I suspect they may be more on their guard after we turned up at the Navy ship.

Valerie: Maybe we should return to the cave...

Mike: Yeah, maybe we...oof!

(Everyone seems to almost jump forward when something bumps Ursula! Cut to behind Ursula, as what looks like Alex's black Mustang runs into her, still wet from being in the water.)

Ursula: Ouch! That bloody HURT!

Mike: (Looks over his shoulder to see Alex, Sheila, and Zelda behind the wheel; growls) What in the HELL did you do? (Gets out of the car and goes to inspect Ursula) If you hurt her...

Sheila: I wish I could hurt her.

Alex: I don't think we're lucky enough.

Peter: (He and Micky join Mike) Just a dent in your fender, Urse. Nothing we can't hammer out.

Ursula: Thank goodness. I thought they knocked the bloody thing off!

Mike: What do you three want, other than damagin' Sheila's sister?

Sheila: Alex wanted to show off his new toy.

Alex: Of course.

Mike: Ok, so you have a floating car too. Can we go now?

Sheila: Not unless you come with us.

Mike: Not a chance in your home, Sheila.

Sheila: Maybe you don't understand your situation, Knight. We have the souls of the Scholar and several of your friends. I'm willing to give them back...if you give yourself to me.

Mike: Will you give up the equipment you and the pirates stole, too?

Sheila: (Alex opens his mouth; Sheila puts her hand over it) Of course, we will! Alex and the pirates are the only ones with any interest in that still equipment!

*Alex makes a negative noise through Sheila's hand.*

Valerie: I thought the pirates were going to sell the equipment on the black market?

Sheila: We'll find them something else. (Frowns) And how did you know that? We were in the middle of the Pacific Ocean when we decided that!

(Valerie and Daphne just look at each other and whistle innocently.)

Mike: Sheila, I'll come with you. I've gotta do it. Em can't stay this way.

Sheila: Good, White Knight. Very, very good.

*There's a black light around Mike. He reappears, shrunk, in a jar, in Alex's hand.*

Micky: Mike, you idiot!

(Mike pounds on the jar, but no sound is heard. There's a blue light in the jar, but nothing happens.)

Peter: Michael, no! Let him go, Devil Woman!

Davy: This is ridiculous!

Sheila: No, Bard. He agreed to come of his own free will. (Smirks) And I knew you'd find a use for those magic-proof jars you were developing someday, Alex.

Alex: It was bound to happen sooner or later.

Sheila: He'll be coming alone. If we see any of you following him, we'll not only destroy his soul, but the souls of the Scholar and your other friends, too.

Peter: Sheila...

Micky: Dammit!

*Zelda sends a black light over the others... momentarily freezing them.*

Sheila: Good work, Zelda. (Smirks at Mike in the glass jar) Well, little man, let's take you to my humble maritime headquarters, shall we? (Looks at Alex) You amaze me, rigging up that sunken ship to hold the souls and the goods the pirates stole.

Alex: I love a challenge.

Sheila: Good. We'll develop a few more challenges for our White Knight here. After all, we can't just let him walk in and take the Scholar's soul, now can we?

(Mike glares at Sheila and Alex, kicking at the jar.)

Alex: *Smirks* No, we sure can't.

(The trio return to the Mustang. Alex gets behind the wheel. Sheila takes the jar with a scowling Mike in it and sits in back. Zelda gets shotgun. The Mustang speeds back into the water, morphing into a boat in much the same way Ursula does.)

(There's a black light around the group left onshore. When it subsides, they all stumble for a few minutes.)

Peter: Damn it!

Micky: This can't be happening!

Peter: I don't care what Sheila says. (He makes his crossbow appear) We're going after Sheila.

Micky: We'll have to be sneaky about it. We can't risk losing all of them! :P

Peter: They said something about a ship wreck...

Valerie: Would costumes work again?

Peter: Probably not. The devils know us too well.

Davy: We have to be sneakier...

Daphne: Major subterfuge is needed here.

Peter: Maybe we could go as animals, some kind of sea creatures like sea lions that would be seen in the area...

Valerie: Seals and sea lions would be good, and maybe some aquatic birds, too. We wouldn't have to be like that for too long, just enough to get into the hide-out.

Ursula: Micky would make a rather nice seagull. He eats the same way they do - indiscriminately.

Micky: *Chuckles* Thanks, Urse.

Ursula: You're welcome, Micky.

Peter: We'll just imagine ourselves there, since we really don't know exactly where "there" is. (Nods at Ursula) You too, Urse. We'll need you for a quick getaway in case any of us can't use our powers by the end of this, which might happen given what we're up against. :P

Ursula: Right. And all of you be on your utmost guard. I don't want anyone else losing their souls. :P

Micky: We will, Urse.

Peter: Everyone concentrate and think "take us to the devils and Mike!"

(There's a blue light around the group. When it subsides, the beach is empty.)

(Cut to Sheila's yacht, which is moored by what seems to be a reef with some bits of concrete sticking up from the ocean. Pirates patrol the actual ship itself and what looks like the entrance to a cave jutting into the water that leads to the reefs. There's a blue light. When it subsides, we first sea a large golden sea lion and a smaller reddish-brown sea lion. The golden sea lion has more whiskers on its nose and chin.)

Peter: (Looks at himself) It worked! (Grins) Does anyone have some fresh fish? I'm hungry!

Valerie: This is no time to think of your stomach, dear.

*A seagull with what appears to be curly feathers swoops down and lands on Peter's back.*

Micky: Did someone mention fresh fish?

*Two more sea lions, both brown and smaller than Valerie, join them.*

Peter: (Looks up and grins) Hello, Mr. Stomach.

Micky: You brought it up first.

Davy: And you're laying blame, Mick.

Valerie: (Nods at the cave) Let's get moving. The devils must have taken Mike and the soul machine there.

Peter: (Gulps) Sure looks spooky.

Micky: Spooky nothin'! Let’s go!

Ursula: (She's hidden behind the cave, near a bed of seaweed) I'll stand guard.

(The four flap and wiggle their way into the cave. It's pitch-dark in the cave; we see absolutely nothing. Suddenly, there's a squawk.)

Valerie: Something's touching me!

Peter: Who's fin is this?

Valerie: Would someone turn on a damn light?

Peter: Maybe we'd better return to human forms now. Micky, did you bring the water-resistant lanterns?

Micky: Hang on...

*Several lanterns suddenly turn on, one by one. The seagull floats next to the last one that comes on. He appears to be grinning.*

Peter: Good work, Micky. I'm glad you stashed these in your garage instead of the Cave.

Micky: I'm just glad I lucked out in some ways at all.

Valerie: (Sees what's touching her - an animated bat with hearts in its eyes!) Yipes! (She jumps away. The bat makes a face when another bat with a pink ribbon on it's head flies over and smacks it over the nose. They both fly off, grumbling)

Micky: *Lands, then returns to human form* This is a lovely place.

Peter: (There's a blue light around the others; they all return to human form) No kidding. (He takes a lantern from the ground, the others following suit.)

Valerie: (She's turning around in the cave) This place gives me the creeps.

Peter: Of course it does. This is one of Sheila's hide-outs.

Valerie: Yeah, I know but...yah! (She jumps away as two sharp darts seem to shoot out of the cave walls)

Peter: Holy...whoa! (He just barely misses another round of darts)

Davy: Looks like we found our first bit of booby traps.

Peter: (He goes to a shaky Valerie) Are you ok, honey?

Valerie: Yes, I think so.

Micky: *Swings his lantern around, checking things out* This must be the welcoming committee. *Takes a few steps; yelps as an axe swings at him* Oh crap!

Peter: Sheila must have been serious about not wanting us to come along.

Daphne: You think so?

Peter: We really need to keep an eye out, then. (They suddenly come to what seems like...the end of the cave. The cave juts out to what looks like a long platform of wood and rope that overlooks the water and leads to an upturned ship nose.)

Valerie: (Puts a foot on the wooden bridge - it sways underfoot) We are NOT walking on that. These things always break in the movies.

Micky: But this isn't a movie! *moves to the front* I'll go first!

Peter: Be my guest, Mick. (Moves aside)

Micky: It's just like the one at the theme park! *starts onto the bridge*

Peter: I'll follow you, Mick. (Attaches his lantern to his belt and climbs on after him)

Valerie: Ooh, careful, boys!

Davy: I'm going, too. *Clips his lantern to his belt and follows Micky and Peter*

Peter: (As the bridge sways heavily under them) I hope Michael and Emma appreciate what their men and women are doing for their leaders.

Micky: This is nothing!

Daphne: I'm going! *Follows the guys' lead*

Peter: Alex must have been watching the old-time serials on late night TV again.

Valerie: Wait up! (She follows the others)

Peter: (As the bridge sways more heavily) Valerie, careful!

Valerie: Sorry! :P

Peter: I sure hope this can hold all of our weight.

Valerie: Well, Micky only weighs about 40 pounds.

Micky: Hey! I heard that!

Davy: *chuckles* Make it 35!

Peter: Micky, do you see the end yet?

Micky: It's faint, but I see it!

Valerie: (She holds on tight as the bridge sways harder; looks down and sees something faint under the water) Guys, I think something's down there!

Davy: *also looks down* I see it, too. Looks like an ugly thing.

(Micky finally jumps off on what looks like a splintered ship's deck. He's still wobbling a bit.)

Micky: That was fun!

Peter: (He wobbles from side to side when he gets off, but he's grinning) Whoa. That was awesome.

Davy: *Gets off next* That was fun!

Valerie: (She's really wobbling as she and Daphne get off; wobbles into Peter) I don't think I'll ever walk right again.

Peter: You're fine, honey.

*Davy and Daphne hold onto each other.*

Peter: (Frowns) Looks like the road ends here, guys...whooaa! (Suddenly, the splintered deck seems to tip forwards! Everyone grabs hold of each other as they slip through the trap door that formerly lead below-decks.)

(Cut to a montage of the five sliding through tunnels that seem like water rides. We see Peter first, hollering, ducking vines, and screaming.)

(Valerie screams as loud as she can.)

*Daphne, followed by Davy come down next, also screaming & swatting vines out of their faces.*

*Micky is last, whooping and hollering, thoroughly enjoying himself.*

Peter: (As he comes out of the first cave) Geronimo!

(Valerie just screams as she comes out of the second cave.)

*Davy comes out the third cave and Daphne out the fourth, both still screaming.*

Peter: (His head pops out of the water first) Where's Micky?

Valerie: I don't know. The last time I saw him was when we all went down.

Davy: I don't know... I thought he was behind us. I could hear him hollering.

Peter: I hope he didn't get stuck somewhere, or hurt...

Valerie: (Calls) Micky?! (Coughs; she swallowed water on landing) :P

*Suddenly, the sound of hollering grows and grows. Micky finally shoots out of the second cave, head-first, and dives into the pond.*

Peter: (As they all swim over to Micky) You ok, man?

Micky: *Pops up, spitting out water; coughs* Oh...oh man...that was fun until I got stuck in the vines...

Valerie: Anything broken?

Micky: No, just a little sore.

Peter: Good, (Looks around at the odd, small cavern) We must have landed at some underground lake. (He points to more of the sunken ship. It looks like the back half, partially covered in seaweed) This seems to be the way out.

Valerie: Couldn't we find another way out?

Davy: I don't think there is another way.

Peter: We have to find Michael and the souls. (Frowns; softly) I owe him this much. After everything I did to him, that we did to each other...

Micky: We will, Pete, we will.

Valerie: (Puts her hand on hand on Peter's shoulder) Honey, are you all right?

Peter: (Looks up in her eyes and smiles) Yeah, Val, I am. (He holds up his lantern) Still lit. Thank goodness.

Micky: Good because, I lost mine!

Valerie: I still have mine.

Davy: Daph and I have ours.

Peter: Micky, are there any more you can imagine here?

Micky: *Concentrates, then winces* Oh man, I think that crash landing knocked me outta whack. *holds the side of his head*

Peter: Do you need any help walking, Mick?

Micky: *Waves him off* No, I'm fine... for walking at least. :P

Peter: Let's get going, then. I'm worried about what they'll do to Michael. They may have already taken his soul.

(They continue into the sunken ship. Most of the ship is still underwater. The freight area, where they walk, is knee-deep in water, muck, and seaweed.)

Valerie: I’m glad I didn't wear good shoes.

Davy: This is disgusting.

Daphne: I’ll bet Alex picked this place.

Micky: *Trudges along a bit wobbily* I'm positive of it.

Peter: It's Alex's style.

Valerie: Yeah. Dark and damp and filled with who-knows-what. (She pulls a rotted crate aside) I wonder where the exit is...ugh! (There's a half-falling apart skeleton behind the crate, holding an old glass rum bottle and covered in seaweed)

Peter: Val! (He goes to her) Are you ok?

Valerie: No! God, that was awful!

Davy: *Makes a face* I guess not everyone made it out.

Peter: I wonder how long this wreck's been here? This reef is real. It has to have been a really long time, maybe centuries. There were a lot of wrecks along the California coast in the early days of American seafaring.

Micky: *Glances around* I'm not sure on the exact length, but I'd say a long while.

Valerie: I don't care. Let's get out of here, away from dead things!

Daphne: Agreed.

(They hurry as hard as they can into the next room. This room is small and empty, save a few barrels, and there's a bit less water.)

Davy: Well, this looks a little better.

Valerie: It seems awfully small.

Peter: Rooms in old ships were small, Valerie. They had very cramped quarters.

Micky: *Blinks as he stares at the far wall* Oh man, I must've gotten a concussion. It looks like that wall is moving!

Peter: What?!

Valerie: (Pulls away from the other wall; the barrels are moving, too) They're definitely moving, Mick!

Micky: *Groans* Oh shit!

Peter: (Tries to open the door they came in) It's stuck!

Davy: Oh no! *helps Peter* This is NOT good!

Peter: (He pushes on the wall) Boys, Daphne, see if you can stop it!

Davy: *Pushes* It's no good! It won't stop!

Valerie: (She pushes, too) It's not working!

Micky: There has to be some way...

Valerie: (She grins) I just thought of something. How about the obvious way?

(She concentrates. There's a blue light around the group. They disappear in the nick of time as the walls smash the barrels into tiny splinters!)

(Cut to another room. This one is dark, slimy, and covered with blackish stuff, but a bit drier than the ones below-ground. There's a blue light. When it subsides, the five MonkeeLeague members appear.)

Peter: Thanks, Val. That was a close one.

Valerie: I don't know why we didn't think of it before.

Micky: *Makes a face* I know why I didn't.

Valerie: You had a pretty hard knock when you came out of the water slides, Mick.

Micky: And that was after I got turn feet over head ON the slide.

Davy: What's your excuse the rest of the time?

Micky: Real funny, Dave.

Peter: (Touches one blackened wall and frowns at what appears on his fingers) Hmmm. It's ink. Or at least, something like ink.

Valerie: Ink?

Micky: Ink? *runs his fingers along the wall* Ohh...oh no!

Peter: Yeah. (Frowns) Micky, what is it?

Micky: This is octopus ink!

Valerie: Octopus ink?

Peter: (Looks up; we hear a strange squishing sound) Oh man...

Micky: *Gulps* And that sounds like the owner!

(At first, all we see is an eight-armed shadow. Gradually, the "owner," a gigantic Octopus that takes up more than half the cabin room, squishes it's way towards the group. "(I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone" begins as the group takes battle stances. Peter makes all of the weapons appear. He shoots arrow after arrow at the octopus, but it only seems to make him more angry.)

*Davy tries to jab it with his sword, but that also only makes him madder.*

(Valerie stabs at him. This does draw blood...and he goes after her!)

*Micky sees what the octopus has in mind and runs at it, hopping right onto the octopus!*

(The octopus goes wild, swinging this way and that, trying to get Micky off!)

*Micky holds on with all he's got, managing to stab it a few times with his dagger until one arm finally swoops around and curls around Micky's midsection. The arm pulls him off, causing Micky to drop his dagger, gasping.*

*Davy retrieves the dagger and hacks at the octopus with both weapons.*

Peter: I'm going to try something. Daphne, give me your spear.

Daphne: *Hands Peter her spear* Here you go.

Peter: Thanks. (He concentrates. When the blue light subsides, the spear is now fused to one of his arrows. He grabs the longer, sharper arrow and shoots it into the octopus. It screams...or squishes...and starts to seemingly shrink. When "Stepping Stone" ends, there's nothing left of the octopus but Micky sitting in a puddle of goo and ink.)

Micky: *Groans* Oh, gross!

Valerie: Good work, Micky and Peter.

Peter: (Gingerly takes the extra large arrow from the goo. He concentrates, and it returns to an arrow and the pink quartz spear) Here, Daph. Thanks.

Daphne: You're welcome.

Davy: *Carefully moves to Micky and helps him up* Come on, Mick, lets get you outta this.

Micky: Gladly. *gags*

Peter: Everything all right, other than being grossed out?

Valerie: No. I think I'm going to be ill.

Micky: *Nods, wincing* Me too.

Peter: (Holds up his lantern again, revealing a door behind the ink puddle) I think that's our way out.

(Everyone cautiously steps AROUND the ink puddle as they head for the door. Peter makes a face when he tries to open it.)

Peter: Damn it, it's locked too!

Davy: Maybe we can force it open.

Valerie: Sounds good to me. (She slams her sword at the door. It splinters easily on contact)

Peter: Nice work, honey.

Valerie: Thanks.

Peter: I think we're ready to move on.

(The group heads through the next door as we fade out on the cabin and the ink puddle.)