Ok, everyone ready for some intergalactic travel? ;)

Micky: You bet! :D

Mike: As long as we ain't attacked by some monster with long tenacles.

Peter: Monster? :o

Davy: I don't think we'll see anything that bad, mates.

(Peter goes to a porthole and peers out. We see a stock shot of stars, moon, planets, and suns. Peter is joined by Micky and Davy.)

Peter: Wow. Would you look at that!

Micky: Isn't this fantastic?! :D

Mike: How come we ain't floatin', like the astronauts you see on TV?

Emilio: The ship has a gravity emulator.

Micky: That explains it. ;)

Mike: In other words, somethin's creatin' what's holdin' us down, right?

Emilio: Exactly.

Mike: Tell us more 'bout the problems on your planet. What's all this about distortin' and controllin' soundwaves?

Emilio: Well, I'm not really sure who's doing it, but someone is messing with the music. *shrugs* That's all I really know, unfortunately.

Mike: Any invaders from other planets?

Peter: You don't have anything...nasty...there, do you? :o

Emilio: *shakes his head* No, nothing too nasty. Some oddities, yes, but you get that everywhere. ;)

Mike: How odd?

Emilio: Well, I seem to recall a cartoon short with a big red monster and others with a alien that likes dynamite. Odd like that. ;)

Micky: You get Looney Tunes on your planet?

(Mike groans.)

Emilio: Of course! We've got satelite. ;)

Peter: Wow, that is SOOOO groovy! :D

Mike: When are we gonna be arriving at your planet?

Emilio: Very shortly, actually.

Mike: You didn't answer my question, Emilio. Has your planet had any...invaders?

Emilio: Well, it's hard to say as many of its inhabitants come and go You could say we're a big tourist spot for space travelers. ;)

Mike: Your planet is a tourist trap?

Peter: Like Seaside Heights?

Emilio: Essentially, yes. :P ;)

Mike: So who in the hell wants to take over the music of a toursit trap?

Emilio: If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't have had to go to you for help. :P

Peter: (Joins Emilio at one of the computer panels) You mean, you don't know who invaded your planet?

Emilio: No.

Mike: What, did they slip on when everyone was sleepin' or somethin'?

Emilio: Inhabitants come and go and we've never really had any problems, so we don't have what you would call "border police" checking up on everyone entering.

Peter: They caught you unprepared.

Emilio: Yes, they did, and took advantage of it.

Mike: So we shouldn't expect a warm welcome when we land.

Emilio: Nor should expect a cold welcome. As I said, inhabitants come and go. There ARE police, but there's too few to question everyone coming in. We should have no problem getting in and searching for the bad guys.

(Suddenly, we hear something streaking through the air, like a firecracker, then the ship shakes, jolting all of the guys and knocking the standing Micky and Davy to the floor. Cut to black and white stock shots of Art Deco-y spaceships in the air, "shooting" lasers at their ship. Another "hits" the ship, rocking it even harder.)

Mike: Holy SHIT! Some welcome!

Peter: They're shooting at us! :o

Emilio: Oh, dear, things have gotten worse.

Micky: I think that's an understatement, there, 'Milo. :P ;)

Mike: No shit. Tell me WE have lasers.

Emilio: Of course we do! I just...I don't know how to work them. I've never had to before. :P ;)

Davy: Better let Mick at the controls, then. ;)

Mike: I don't particuarly want to be shot down. :p

Peter: Aw, Mike, let him do it! How many chances will he get to drive a spaceship? :D ;)

Mike: That's what scares me. :p

*Emilio gets up and lets Micky take the controls.*

Micky: You need some faith, there, Mike. *to the screen* Okay, turkeys, prepare to be blasted out of orbit! :D :P ;)

Peter: (Laughs) Micky, that is so...you. ;) :))

(Mike just rolls his eyes and grabs some controls.)

*We see a close up of Micky's hands on the controls & a joystick-like lever.* :)

("Writing Wrongs" begins as Peter joins Mike at his control panel, Davy joins Micky, and Emilio sits at a monitor to play navigator and drive the ship itself.)

*We see a shot of Micky pressing buttons, shooting laser beams at the enemy ships, which momentarily changes into a screen from the arcade game "Space Invaders."* ;)

(Mike and Peter also do some shooting. Mike actually shoots the word "Monkee" into the side of one ship; Peter ads an exclamation point. They give each other a little high-five. ;) )

(Mike shoots something else. A hand on a stick shoots out of the top of the ship. It picks up a spaceship, shakes out all the parts, and tosses it over their ship's "shoulder." ;) )

*Micky goes on a shooting spree, shooting many ships out of orbit. A neon "TILT" lights up in the blackness.* ;)

(Cut to limited animation of a shot of Emilio's ship and another ship meeting in the air, lasers drawn western-style; they almost seem to size each other up. A hand pokes out of the larger enemy ship and tries to distract their ship. It almost seemst to work when Emilio's ship blasts the lasers right off the enemy. The enemy ship makes whimpering noises and hurries off. Mike leans back with a satisfied grin. ;) )

*We see a distance shot of one ship chasing another, and it's obvious the ships are toys hanging from fishing line.* ;)

(Cut to inside the ship; Mike is sweating. He pushes another button. A huge metal fish is released. It eats the enemy space ship and floats off. ;) )

*The ship gets caught in a meteor shower, which Emilio does some fancy driving through. We see a few screens from the arcade game "Asteroids," then finally Emilio wiping his brow in a "Whew!" motion.* ;)

(Cut to the inside of the ship as the music ends. Mike turns to Emilo.)

Mike: See anymore of those turkeys?

Emilio: Looks like we got them all.

Mike: Good. (Leans back, but he's smiling a little)

Peter: Hey, guys, we did a great job! :D

Micky: *cracks his knuckles* And it was fun! :D

Davy: Speak for yourself, mate. :P

Mike: Hey, Pete, for a guy who doesn't like to shoot, you did some nice work.

Peter: (Shrugs, blushing) I used to go hunting with my dad when I was little.

Mike: (Looks at Emilio) So, navigator, when are we comin' in for a landin'?

Emilio: We're descending right now.

Mike: Good.

Peter: (Eyes widen) Holy COW! Guys, get a load of this! :o

(The other four join him at the porthole. We see black-and-white footage of an amazing Art Deco city skyline, all gleaming spires and pylons and glistening glass and metal.)

Mike: Looks like one of them ol' B sci-fi movies they used to run on the double features in Dallas...

*Emilio grins at the guys' gawking.* ;)

Peter: (Looks at Emilio, his brown eyes wide) You LIVE here? :o

Emilio: Yes, I do. :)

Mike: Man, this is crazy! Do you have a place in one of those fancy towers?

Emilio: I need to live somewhere. ;)

Peter: What's it like? Is everything automated? Do you just have to push a button, and you get dinner?

Emilio: Yes and no. For those who are lazy, you can push a button and get whatever you need. Or you can just get it yourself.

Mike: Tell me you have flyin' cars. I always wanted a flyin' car. ;) :D

Emilio: Of course we do! ;) :D

Mike: Very good. ;) :D

(We cut to the boys looking out over a green field that sparkles like it's covered with a thousand diamonds. The flowers are tiny little pink-and-yellow things that look a bit like minature daisies, and the occasional tree has glittering blue and green leaves. The spaceship finally touches down in the field, and all five guys - including Emilio - finally tumble out.)

Peter: Wow, this is pretty! It looks like someone threw magic dust on everything!

Mike: Where's the city?

Micky: I think we missed it.

Emilio: *frowns* Unfortunately, my coordinates guide goes a little haywire sometimes, and it did this time. We're not too far from the city, but it will be a bit of a walk.

Peter: (Shrugs) Oh, cool. We'll get to see some of the local wildlife! :)

Mike: That worries me. What's the local wildlife like? Anythin' man-eatin'?

Emilio: *shakes his head* No, just your normal animals.

Mike: (Nods) Good. (He starts out, cautiously)

Davy: Should be fun, mates!

Peter: (Runs ahead) Oh come on, Mike, how often do we get a chance to explore another planet?

Mike: (Follows behind Peter, a bit slower) Yeah, it is kinda nice...sorta warm...

Peter: (Pulls up a pink flower and sniffs it) Oh, this is wonderful! It smells a little like honey!

Emilio: This is our equivalent to your spring. :)

Micky: I'll take it!

Davy: Me, too.

Mike: Yeah... (They walk along, Peter collecting the pink and yellow flowers...until they hear a strange roar) What was that? (stops dead in his tracks)

Emilio: What was what?

Peter: (Gulps) It sounds like a m..mm...monster! :o

Mike: (Puts a hand on Peter's shoulder) Calm down, Pete. It might not be hungry.

Emilio: But that's just a Drapoel! :P ;)

Davy: A wot? :-/

Mike: Come again?

Micky: *sounding the word out* Dr-a-pee-ole?

Emilio: No, a Drap-O-EL, Micky. Drapoel.

Micky: Which is...

*On cue to answer the guys' questions, a leopard, twice the size of the ones on Earth, saunters over.*

Mike: (Jumps back) Holy SHIT! That thing is HUGE! :o

Peter: M...mmmmm....MICHAEL! :o

(Drops his flowers and runs behind his friend. :o )

Emilio: *goes over to pet the animal* What's wrong, fellas?

Mike: Um, Emilio, on our planet, that animal has been known to kill people...at it's NORMAL size. :p

(The gigantic cat goes over to Micky and sniffs at him.)

Micky: *laughs nervously* Please tell me he's harmless!

Emilio: I think I would've told you guys to run if he wasn't harmless. ;)

Peter: He...he won't try to eat us, will he? :o

Emilio: *walks over and pets the large cat, who is still sniffing at Micky* He's a rather friendly creature, really. I'm guessing Micky has a treat of some sort in one of his pockets, which is why the Drapoel is sniffing him like this. ;)

Mike: Mick, did you swipe Em's peanut butter cookies again?

Peter: Em made her peanut butter cookies? :D

Mike: Yeah, she was gonna bring some over to you guys tomorrow. I told her it was a bad idea to have you and the twins over while she was bakin'.

Micky: *frowns* I don't have to give up the cookies, do I?

Mike: Just give him one.

Micky: *pulls out one cookie* Here you go, fella! *holds it out to the large cat*

*The Drapoel sniffs the cookie, then licks it up. It chews and swallows, then licks the side of Micky's head.*

Micky: Eww! :P

Peter: Awwwww! :D :X

Mike: (Smirks) How sweet.

Emilio: *laughs* He's just thanking you!

Micky: Well, I wish he wouldn't do it in such a messy manner! :P

Davy: You needed a good cleanin' anyway, Mick. ;)

Peter: He's a good kitty! (He cautiously goes up to the big cat and gently pets him)

*The Drapoel nuzzles Peter.* :)

Peter: Awww, good boy! (Looks at Emilio hopefully) Can we keep him? :D

Mike: I don't think he's gonna fit in all those tall towers, Pete. :p

Micky: Oh, darn. :P ;)

Mike: (Hears noise from the city) Maybe we'd better be goin' along. I don't want to run into anythin' that ain't as nice as this big kitten.

Micky: Good idea.

Peter: (Strokes the animal) Bye! Maybe we'll come and visit and bring more peanut butter cookies!

*The Drapoel nuzzles Peter again, then trots away.* :)

Peter: What a nice kitty, not like the...um, drapoel...on our planet at all! :)

Mike: Yeah, we're still in one piece.

Davy: No claw marks is a definite plus. ;)

Emilio: *shakes his head, still grinning* Okay, come on, fellas, let’s head into town.