Ready to take flight? ;)

Katie: Me! Me! :D

Mike: That's m'cowgirl. ;)

Peter: I can't wait to get home and see Jordan! :)

The twins: US! US! :D

Micky: Not me. :P

Davy: I'm ready, mates.

(The women follow the line onto the plane. It's your standard plane, with two rows of three seats each, all done in very 70s shades of orange and burnt sienna. Emma settles Katie in a seat in first class, then starts loading her carry-on luggage, except for her pocketbook and a small tote bag with toys and books in it for Katie.)

Emma: Ready to enjoy the ride, Katie? :)

Katie: Yeah! :D

Emma: Ok, honey, settle back now. We'll be taking off soon.

*The twins pile in, in front of Emma and Katie, followed by Lauren. The twins wave to Katie from over the top of their seats.*

Katie: (Waves back) Hi, Micky n' Shelly! :D

Twins: Hi, Katie! :D

Lauren: *grins, shaking her head* It's like living in an echo chamber sometimes. ;)

(The guys and the Abbies are among the last people on the plane. All four Monkees are out of breath; Micky and Davy's shirts are torn to shreds.)

Mike: Whew! (Settles down next to Emma) Barely got outta that crowd with our lives! :p

Peter: (Sits down with Valerie behind Mike, Emma, and Katie) It got really crazy. Some of the girls tried to get Micky and Davy, but they only got their shirts! :o

Mike: Pete n' I were just able to duck away before they tried for us, too. :p

Micky: Glad this wasn't one of my favorites. :P

Davy: Them birds were crackahs! :-O :P

Mike: (Brushes off his brown suit jacket) Glad I opted for a suit 'steada goin' in my shirt sleeves today. ;)

Katie: Daddy! :D (Leans over her mother to give her dad a huge hug)

Mike: (Kisses Katie, then puts her back) Love 'ya too, cowgirl, but we're gonna be takin' off soon. You gotta stay in your seat until we're up in the air.

Micky: *to the twins, who're still leaning over the back of the seats* And the same goes for you two rugrats. You'll have to sit down for now, partially to make Daddy feel better. :P ;)

Mike: (Leans around to Micky's seat) Hey, Mick, you ok? Those chicks really attacked you and Dave.

Micky: *looks down at himself* Fine. No broken skin, though I do have a few red lines from fingernails.

Lauren: Uh, Mick... :">

Micky: Oh. Right. Never mind those. ;)

Katie: (Tries to peek between the seats to see what's going on; sees her Uncle Micky's torn shirt) Oooh! 'Kay? :o

Micky: I'm okay, sweetie. It's nothing I can't handle.

Peter: (Looks behind him at Davy, who sits with Daphne and Jenny) You ok, Dave? They hit you the hardest.

Davy: *waves it off* They didn't draw any blood, so I'm fine. Though, I almost feel like I'm missing something because of that. I 'ope no one picked my pockets. :P ;)

Valerie: Check your pockets. They'd be just frenzied enough to do something like that.

Davy: *pulls out his wallet and turns out his pockets* Still 'ave everything.

Peter: (Checks his) I'm ok. All I had was my communicator and a couple of guitar picks, anyway.

Micky: *already seated, holds his wallet up over the top of the seat* Got mine. ;)

Mike: (Also holds his wallet over the top of the seat) Got mine, too, and my guitar picks and the rock Katie gave me before we left London. ;)

Katie: Dia'mnd, Papa! Pwetty! :D

Mike: (Mutters just loud enough so Mick and Emma can hear) Ain't got the heart to tell her it's nothin' but a plain old rock that glitters really well. :p

Pilot: (Over the intercom) We'll be taking off momentarily. Please fasten your seat belts and put all trays to their upright positions. The stewardess will give you your emergency instructions, after which the "no smoking" signs will come on. Thank you for flying British Airways, and have a pleasant journey.

Micky: *grumbles* Pleasant journey my a... *gets elbowed by Lauren*

Stewardess: (She's a gentle-looking, rather tall young woman with frizzy brown hair and a dainty, thin face) Hello, my name is Julie, and I'll be your stewardess for first class for this flight. Now, if you'll give your attention to underneath your seat, you'll find your floatation device...

Mike: (Peers around his seat to Micky as Julie talks) Havin' fun yet, Mick? ;) >:)

Micky: *glares at Mike and clenches his teeth* Shut up.

Emma: (Whispers; nudges Mike) Leave him alone, honey. You know this is scary enough for him.

Mike: Sorry, darlin'. Couldn't resist. ;)

Julie: (Looks at Micky and Mike funny, but otherwise ignores them) ...And the airsickness bags are located in the seat pocket in front of this month's issue of "British Air Travel Monthly." Thank you, and don't hesitate to call me, Marianne, or Helen if you need anything. We'll be coming around with drinks shortly after take-off. Have a wonderful flight. :)

Mike: (Pokes his head around to Micky again as the "no smoking" signs come on) Hey, Mick, maybe you ought to ask Julie for about a dozen more of those bags. ;)

*Micky starts to swing a fist towards Mike, but misses. He growls in aggravation.* :P

Emma: Robert Michael Nesmith, leave him alone! X(

Katie: "(Peeks around Micky and Shelly's seats; they're small enough to fit on one seat, which is how they're able to sit with both parents) Hey, guys! This is so cool! :D"

Micky: "Yeah! I love this!" :D

Shelly: "Me too! This is fun!"

Katie: "(Takes the bag) Um, what's airsickness? Mama and Papa never really told me. I've never gotten sick on an airplane. (Shows them the bag) Is this for people who get sick on airplanes? Like the measles or something?"

Micky: "Yeah, it's for getting sick. You know that yucky feeling you sometimes get in your stomach? That's what it's for. Daddy's said he's had to use them before when he can't get to the bathroom." :P ;)

Katie: (Drops the bag) "Eeewww! Yucky!" :p

Shelly: "It's only yucky after it's been used! The bag is okay to touch now." :)

Katie: (Quickly puts the bag as far back in the pocket as possible as the plane roars to life) "Yeah, but I don't want to have to use it! I don't want to be sick on the plane! That's no fun! :p"

Emma: Ok, kids, here we go! :)

Mike: We're takin' off now, cowgirl.

Peter: We're going home, Katie! :D

Valerie: I can't WAIT to see Jordan. :)

Peter: I've missed him so much... :X

Lauren: Okay, Mick, Shelly, better turn around now. :)

Micky: I can't wait until we land. :P

(Cut to outside and several stock-shots of the plane taking off and in the air. Cut to back inside; Katie strains to look out the window as the "seat belts" sign goes off. Mike and Emma both let out sighs of relief and remove their seat belts.)

Emma: Ok, Katie, you can take your seat belt off now. The plane said it's all right. :)

Katie: Yay! (Her mother helps her take her seat belt off)

*Micky is now sunk down in his seat, head resting against Lauren's shoulder.* :P ;)

Lauren: *turns her head to the twins* Okay, you can undo your seat belt now. :)

*The twins cheer.* :D

Emma: (She, Katie, and Mike join them at their seats) Hi, guys. Mike and I are going to the pilot to see if he'll let you guys in the cockpit. Sometimes they will, and sometimes they won't. :)

Mike: We ain't never done that before. Might as well get you kids earnin' your wings. ;)

Katie: Yay! Fly! Gonna fly! :D

Micky: Can we, Mommy? Can we?

Lauren: *nods* Of course! :)

Mike: (Eyes Micky with a grin) You guys are welcome to join us too, of course. ;)

Emma: Maybe it would help your stomach to get up and walk around, Mick.

Micky: *groans* Forget it. It'll make it worse. :P

Mike: Mick, you can't spend this whole trip moanin' and groanin'.

Lauren: Thanks, anyway, guys, but I think we'll be staying here. *winks at them* I can take care of the big baby. ;)

Emma: Don't worry. We'll take good care of the twins.

Lauren: No worries. Okay, you two, you can go with Aunt Emma, Uncle Mike, and Katie. Make sure you stay with them, and don't touch anything! :)

*The twins nod and join the three in the aisle.*

Mike: You guys ready to be real pilots?

Micky: Yeah! :D

Katie: (Jumps up and down) Yay! Fly! Wanna fly! :D

Shelly: We're ready! :)

Emma: (Takes Shelly and Micky's hands) You stay with me. This is a big plane, and we don't want you to get lost. :)

Shelly: Okay!

Mike: It's you n' me, cowgirl. You be a good girl and don't go gettin' lost or nuthin'.

Katie: (Takes her father's hand) 'Kay, Papa! :)

(Mike and Emma lead the kids down the aisle, past Julie and two more women giving out drinks. They then move over to Third Class, which has narrower seats. The stewardesses give out fewer drink choices in soda cans and plastic cups instead of glass and crystal.)

Katie: Wow! Lookit! So big! :o

Mike: Yeah, this is where the people who could only afford coach are sittin'.

Micky: Ooohhh!

(A group of children the twins' age and older who play with toys and drink sodas wave; their harried mother also waves, a bit more tired.)

Katie: Hi! :)

Shelly: Hello! :)

Micky: Hiya! :D

(The children giggle and all say "Hi!" and "Hello!" Their mother only waves and smiles a little.)

Emma: (As they pass by two small rooms in the back) These are the bathrooms (indicates the "men" and "women" signs) and the kitchens, where the stewardesses make our meals and drinks.

Katie: Oooh!

Mike: (Indicates a door) Here's where the pilots sit and fly the plane. (Knocks the door)

Pilot 1: (British accent) Come in, it's open.

(They enter the cockpit. It's filled with strange dials, knobs, and levers. Three men, one African-American, one older, one smaller and middle-aged, sit in three chairs, working with the levers and gew-gaws.)

Pilot 1: (Turns around and looks at the children) Well, what do we have here?

Pilot 2: Aren't they dolls? :D

Micky: Hiya! :D

Mike: Kids ain't never seen how a big jet plane works before. They wanna be pilots, too. ;)

Katie: Me fly! :D

Pilot 1: I'm Captain Graves, kiddo. (Briefly shakes the trio's hands and that of Emma and Mike's; the other pilots do the same)

Pilot 2: I'm Captain Baker. Nice to meet ya, kids.

Pilot 3: I'm Durston. I'm the navigator. I make sure these two (indicates Graves and Baker) know where they're going. ;)

Graves: And thinks he's funny. ;)

Durston: Who's thinking? ;)

*The twins chuckle.* ;)

Mike: So, when are we gonna arrive in LA?

Graves: We'll have to make a stop-over in New York and Kansas City to pick up people, but if all goes well, you kids should be home in about four or five hours.

Katie: Kansis City?

Mike: Kinda-big city in the middle of the US.

Graves: Nice place if you like your land flat. ;)

Durston: They're talking about some storms in Kansas City. Could hold us up for anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour.

Graves: God, I hope not. You kids aren't the only ones who want to get home.

Baker: My wife promised me a pot roast the size of a color TV screen and the fluffiest biscuits in LA when I got home. ;)

Micky: Yummy! :D

Mike: Yum, that sounds good. (Looks at Emma) Hey, Em... ;)

Emma: We'll see, Mike. I don't know if I'll be up to cooking a meal that size after a seven-hour plane ride.

Durston: Hey, Graves, can I do it? (Reaches into a small cubbyhole)

Graves: Yeah, might as well let you do something useful. ;)

Durston: (Rolls his eyes as Baker chuckles; he pulls out three small toy planes and three wing-shaped badges with "BA" on them) Here you go, kids! We give these to all our young visitors to the cockpit! :)

Micky: Cool! :D

Shelly: Thank you! :)

Katie: (Beams as her father pins her badge on her) Cool! Pi'lit! :D

(Emma pins Micky and Shelly's badges on them.)

Graves: Now, kids, you're gonna learn all about airplanes. (Indicates what he's holding) Now, this is the steering wheel. This is how we steer the plane.

(Graves continues on. Emma is fascinated; Mike, who knows all this stuff, just looks a bit bored. His head droops, and his eyes finally close. Katie wanders over to the twins, playing with her new toy airplane.)

Katie: Vroom! Vroom! Lookit! Plane! :D

Micky: "I'm a pilot!" :D

Shelly: "Wheeee!" :)

Katie: "I'm a pilot, too! I'm the Captain, and you can be my co-captain, Mick! :D"

Micky: *nods enthusiastically* "Okay!" :D

Shelly: "I'll be the other co-pilot!" :)

Katie: (Nods) "You can be our nav...navi...the person who makes sure we know where we're going!"

(She makes more vroom noises, running out of the cockpit. The twins follow her.)

Katie: Lookit! (Points as the stewardesses go around with magazines and headphones to listen to music or watch movies with. She peers in the kitchen. It looks like a small cafeteria kitchen; a microwave heats the food. The trays are left on the table in their plastic, see-through wrappers.)

Katie: "Come in, guys! It's empty! It's just the kitchen!"

Micky: "Oh, wow, cool!"

Katie: (Points upwards at the trays) "That must be the food! (Tries to jump up; she can't reach the counter top) I wish I could see!"

Micky: "Lemme try!" *tries to jump up, but can't reach the counter top, either* "Aww!" :P

Katie: "I wanna see where the food is!" (She pulls out a drawer and tries to climb it.)

Micky: "Oooh! Good idea!"

Shelly: "Careful!"

(Katie and Micky make it to the top, but they knock out a drawer or two, spilling their contents to the floor.)

Katie: "Here we go!" (Frowns at the frozen trays) "Hey, this doesn't look much like food! It's cold!" :p

Shelly: *looks up at the other two* "What's up there? Is there food?"

Katie: (She rips open part of a tray and tries a bit of brown glop...and makes a face) "Yuck! It's frozen, like a popsickle, and it tastes terrible!"

Micky: *points at the microwave* "They need to go in there to make them warm."

Katie: "What's a mic-ro-wave?"

Micky: "It's kinda like an oven, but it cooks your food really fast! Daddy likes his a lot." ;)

Katie: "Is that the big box thing in your kitchen? We don't have one."

Micky: *nods* "Yup! Daddy's the only one who knows how to work it. Mommy's been trying to learn, but she hasn't figured it out yet."

Katie: "Can you use a mic-ro-wave? Maybe we could cook this food."

Micky: *shakes his head* "I don't know how to use it, and we can't reach it, anyway." :P

Katie: "Oh. Maybe we could help the ladies with the drinks! :D"

Micky: "Yeah!" :D

Katie: "Watch out, Shelly, we're comin' down!" (They climb down the drawers, once again upsetting one or two) "We're going to help the nice ladies with the drinks!"

Shelly: "Okay!"

Katie: "Come on!" (The trio toddle out of the kitchen, leaving drawers and trays in disarray as the scene fades out.)