Well, if we're all cleaned up, are we ready to start?

Davy: I'm ready.

Micky: *runs back over, all cleaned up* I'm ready!

Peter: (Off-camera) HEEELLLLPPPP!

Mike: Come on, we gotta rescue Pete n' the robots!

(We open with Mike, Micky, and Davy on the platform outside of Emilio's house as the space ship takes off in a bright blur.)

Mike: Well, NOW what do we do? (The trio flatten themselves against the wall outside the house as three squadron members patrol the rooms.) We can't go back in there, and we can't go anywhere else. I don't think it would be a good idea to try to fly here. Not only are our powers actin' weird, but we might run into a flyin' car goin' at a billion miles per hour. :p

Micky: This really stinks, you know. :P

Mike: We gotta get around unknown somehow and find out where they're keepin' Pete n' the robots.

Micky: Maybe we could find a flying car to use.

Davy: Only if you don't drive, mate. :P

Mike: (Chuckles) Yeah, but we'd need to be inconspicuous. We're too noticeable like this.

Micky: How about we go back inside, knock out those guards, and call Rocco? We can borrow the guards' money, IDs, and clothes.

Mike: That could work.

Micky: Of course it'll work!

Mike: I dunno about the callin' Rocco part, though. That guy is a crazier driver than some of the cabbies I've seen in Dallas. :p

Micky: But he knows how to get around here, plus it'll give us some wheels...erm, air, that is. ;)

Davy: I 'ate to say it, but Mick's right.

Mike: (Sighs) Yeah, I know. (Looks in the window again) Ok, who's gonna distract the guards so we can get in without gettin' shot...or whatever they do to people to get them to stop doin' stuff on this planet.

Micky: *grins* I'll do it. ;)

Davy: Good. ;)

Mike: And I'll follow you to make sure you live through this. ;)

Micky: Gee, thanks. :P ;)

Mike: (As the guards gather in the living room) Ok, Mick, their backs are turned. Let's go.

Micky: Let’s do it! ;)

(The three Monkees cautiously climb in a window. They tip-toe up to the guards...who suddenly turn around, pointing their weapons at them.)

Squadron Member 1: Freeze, you scum!

Mike: (Puts his hands up) Oh, shit.

*Micky and Davy follow suit.*

Mike: (Frowns) Guys, concentrate! (He concentrates on the guard in front of him)

(There's a dark blue light around Mike's guard. When it subsides, the guard's clothes and weapon fall to the ground, and a cactus springs up in the middle of the living room where the guard was.)

Mike: Aw, man, I just wanted to paralyze the guy, not make him more prickly than he already was!

*Micky concentrates on his guard, leaving a puddle behind in his place.*

Micky: Um, oops. :P ;)

*Davy concentrates on his guard and turns him into a stone statue.*

Davy: Not what I 'ad in mind, but not bad. ;)

Mike: (Picks up the guard's clothes) Alright, guys, let's get dressed. (Sighs) And it looks like we'd better limit the use of our powers here. There's somethin' about this place that makes them go haywire.

Micky: *picks up the guard's clothes* No kidding. :P

Davy: *picks up the guard's clothes* Let’s get going in case our powahs aren't permament 'ere, eithah. :P

(Cut to outside. The three Monkees now wear the guards' clothes. Mike comes out last. His black hair is tucked under the guard's spangle-trimmed cap; the pants are about three inches too short, and we can see his cowboy boots.)

Mike: (Mutters) Stupid guards' shoes were too small.

Micky: *turns this way then that to look at him* I like 'em! :D

Davy: You would, mate. :P

Mike: Hey, Mick, how we gonna explain your mop?

Davy: Just call it a fuzzy rug? ;)

Micky: Funny. :P

Mike: Ok, who wants to call Rocco?

Micky: Me! :D

Davy: Go right a'ead, Mick.

*Micky does a two-fingered whistle. Moments later, a familiar cab pulls up.*

Rocco: (Pokes his bluish head out) You called, mates?

Mike: Yeah. Do you know where a Squadron Leader Omaheddon is stayin'?

Rocco: (Frowns) Oma'eddon of the Great Imperial Leadah's Grand Army? What you want 'im for? (Eyes widen at their uniforms) You went an' joined the ahmy, fellas? You been 'ere less than a day!

Micky: Well, yes and no. ;)

Mike: Where's the army's headquarters?

Rocco: I just can't take you to the Great Imperial Leadah! No one but his top people see the Leadah!

Micky: So can't we be some of his top people for a few moments? ;)

Mike: Your "leadah" (bad imitation of Rocco's Cockney) has three of our friends, including the blonde and the robot who were with us earlier.

Rocco: (Looks around) Well, you just can't stand around 'ere all day. (Nods at his cab) Climb in. We'll figure something out.

Davy: Thanks, mate!

Rocco: (As the boys get in the cab) I could take you to the Grand Imperial Plaza in the downtown area. That's where 'Is Imperial Greatness is said to preside...and where they keep all the major labs an' offices and universities. The military 'eadquarters ain't far away, eithah. We'll just 'ave to be careful. The 'armonic destructors can do some nasty damage, an' you nevah know when they'll go off.

Micky: That'll work just fine.

(We see the cab take off in a blur again as the scene fades out. Fade in on the black-and-white footage of the largest, most elaborate building in the downtown area. The building is a massive Art Deco fantasy of gleaming metal, shiny glass, and sparkling pearly trim. It looks like the set from a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers film. Rocco lets the woozy boys off in front of it as we switch back to color. They're woozy and even a little green.)

Rocco: 'Ere you go, fellas. Just remember, whenevah you need a ride or a guide, whistle. ;)

Mike: Um, thanks, I'll remember that.

Davy: Thanks, mate, appreciate it!

Micky: Thanks, Rocco!

(Rocco speeds off. Mike turns to the others, making a face.)

Mike: I assume you guys enjoyed that. :p

Micky: Incredibly so. ;)

Davy: Naturally.

Mike: I ain't never gonna get used to travelin' at the speed of light. :p

Micky: It's the ONLY way to travel! ;)

Mike: (Goes up to the door; a guard notes them, but says nothing) Ok, how we gonna get in? (Looks over a keypad on the door) This must be some kinda funny lock...

(Another squadron member goes past them. He pulls out his ID, slides it through a slot in the keypad, and enters the sliding door.)

Micky: That answers our question.

Mike: Good thing no one's askin' questions. (He pulls his ID through. Three green lights appear, the machine dings, and the door opens. He looks left and right - the area is a sterile, black-and-white hallway, somewhat less lavish than the outside.) Ok, guys, coast is clear. Let's find out where they'd dump Pete n' the robots.

Micky: Place reminds me of a hospital. :P

Mike: Man, I hope Pete n' the robots are ok.

Davy: Me, too.

(We cut to a bright blue room. It's filled with huge tubes filled with bright chemicals, and parts, wires, tools, and machines of all kinds. Peter is strapped to one of the machines. One blue-skinned man in a white jacket leans over Emilio while others bring him wires and parts. Other men fuss over the tubes and machinery around Peter.)

Peter: (Groggily comes to) Wha...where am I? What are you? What are you doing to me? :o

Scientist 1: We're just doin' some tests on you, alien. Squadron Leader Omeheddon said you had some very odd foreign powers, something about auras...

Peter: I don't know how I can see auras! It's just...it's something I've always done.

Scientist: (Not listening to Peter) Right. (Looks at the men around Emilio) How's the wiring coming, gentlemen?

Peter: Wiring? What are you doing to Emilio? :o

Scientist 2: *pokes around with a screw driver* Very interesting. It's amazing what level of "good" was programmed into this fella. We must fix this. :P

Peter: What do you mean?

Scientist 1: Oh, nothing, alien. We're just fixing him up somewhat. He was a bit...loose.

Scientist 2: *nods* He'll be better than new shortly.

Peter: Where's Beth? What are you doing to her? You aren't hurting her, are you? :o

Scientist 2: She's just fine. ;)

Scientist 1: (As he attaches tubes to Peter's wrists and neck) We're taking good care of her.

Peter: I hope not too good!

Scientist 1: Now, alien, we're going to check on some of your thought patterns. (Looks at the other scientist) Unless you'd like a go at him first.

Peter: What do you mean? :o

Scientist: *nods* Sure. ;)

Scientist 1: (Moves aside) Enjoy, but be careful. The Great Imperial Leader may like to know that we've captured a rare alien from the Milky Way System. ;)

Peter: I'm not an alien! I'm a human!

Scientist 1: On this planet, you are an alien. ;)

Scientest 2: Alien, human, same difference to us. ;)

Peter: Oh, god, don't hurt me! Please, leave me alone and turn Emilio back on! He's a nice robot! He helped us when we almost lost Micky! (Wails) MICHAEL! MICKY! DAVY! HELP! :o :((

Scientist 2: *winces* This alien is loud. :P

Peter: Don't hurt me! You can have all my money, my guitar, just don't hurt me or Emilio or the guys!

Scientist 1: What's a guitar?

Peter: Oh, it's a musical instrument. Bands on my planet use it to jam. :D

Scientist 2: Jam?

Peter: Um, to play music.

Scientist 1: You look like too nice of an alien to be using harmonic destructors!

Peter: I wouldn't do that! I LIKE music! That's my job on my planet! I'm a musician!

Scientist 2: Interesting.

Scientist 1: Our Great Imperial Leader will like you. He's always wanted to meet someone from the Milky Way System. They're said to have some of the best soundwaves in the galaxy. Must be the air quality on Earth.

Peter: Thank you!

Scientist 2: He will be very pleased with you.

Peter: Is that a good thing?

Scientist 1: It's wonderful! (Looks at the other scientist) Shall we begin?

Scientist 2: Yes, we shall.

(The door suddenly opens. Mike, MIcky, and Davy troop in, trying to look important.)

Mike: Hello, fellas!

Scientist 1: What are you doing here? This is a top secret lab! Scientific personel only!

Micky: *waves the ID* But we are Scientific Personnel!

Mike: We were told to bring the Earthling to the Great Imperial Leader!

Scientist 1: You are not! You're military personnel! Where's your white coats?

Mike: We hada send them to the cleaners.

Micky: They got messy and unpresentable. :P

Scientist: (He gags a delighted Peter) Quiet, alien. (Glares at the other three) I don't trust you. You don't look like any Zlotnickians I've ever seen.

Mike: We're not from Zlotnick. We're from, uh...

Micky: We're from Zolton. ;)

Davy: We're transfahs. ;)

Scientist 1: You (pokes Mike) and you (pokes Davy) don't sound like anyone from Zolton.

Mike: I'm from the far side of Zolton.

Davy: And I'm from the othah side of Zolton.

Mike: (Goes to Emilio) We'll be takin' the robot, too.

Scientist 1: We're supposed to be rewiring him!

Mike: (Indicates Mick) We have someone who can do that. ;)

Micky: Rewiring is my middle name. I can do that with my eyes closed. ;)

Mike: And has. ;)

Davy: Repeatedly. ;)

Scientist 1: There's somethin' funny 'bout this. Where's the rest of your squadron? Where's the documents from Head Omaheddon?

Mike: He didn't tell us we'd need documents just to move a prisoner!

Scientist 1: Of course, you do! Any military personnel knows that!

Micky: Well, he didn't give them to us.

Scientist 1: There's something fishy here. Where's the rest of your squadron?

Mike: Um, comin'.

Davy: They're on their way.

Scientist 1: I'm not letting anyone go without notice from Head Squadron Leader Omeheddon!

Mike: Well, you're gonna be lettin' THIS guy go!

Scientist 1: (Narrows his eyes) Why would I do that? We haven't conducted our experiments on him yet! He has some kind of mystical powers!

(Peter's eyes widen and he screams through the gag.)

Mike: You ain't conductin' nuthin', fellas. Guys (nods at the scientists) tie him up and get Pete n' Emilio. (Frowns) Guys?

Scientist 1: (Sees Micky and Davy leaned over the tubes) Hey! What are you two doing? That's highly explosive! :O

Mike: Oh, shit. Get away from there! That's the last stuff you should be touchin'! :p

Micky: Even better! :D ;)

Scientist 1: (Turns to the other scientist) Call in help! (Goes to Micky) Now, boy, you be careful around that. You don't know what it will do.

Micky: *picks up a tube* You mean, this is dangerous?

*"Look Out (Here Comes Tomorrow)" begins as Micky tosses the corked tube to Davy across the room.* ;)

Scientist 1: Yes! You could blow us all to the Nebula System...or futher! (he tries to catch the tube, but Davy and Micky play - so to speak - Monkey In the Middle with the scientist)

(A group of scientists suddenly appear in the room. Mike lets out his loudest wolf roar and chases them out of the room, trying to make them think he's a huge army. ;) :D))

(Peter tries to indicate Emilio; two of the scientists carry the half-rewired robot out of the labs.)

*Micky and Davy are too busy playing keep away to see what's going on.* :P

(Mike chases the scientists to a dead end...where he sees a larger group of military personnel standing around. He just keeps screaming and turns in the other direction, laser guns at his heels.)

(Peter grins as Davy undoes him and removes the gag while Micky keeps the chemicals away from the scientist.)

(Mike runs in the labs, followed by laser guns that break tubes and sizzle equipment. The unarmed scientists duck for cover.)

*Micky nearly drops one of the tubes, but hangs onto it.* #:-S

(The lasers blast the tubes, creating small - and a few larger - explosions. Mike ducks around, shooting and dodging and slicing squadron members as best he can. He slices the head off one guy who turns out to be a dummy. He barely manages to duck the real squadron member.)

(Peter, who is unarmed, ducks under a table, but is forced to abandon it when chemicals splatter all over him, making him look like a psychadelic poster.)

*Davy and Peter run to back up Mike, but knock into a Squadron member, who knocks into Micky, who still had a tube in his hands. The tube goes flying, in slow motion, until it finally lands in a huge blast of bright pink smoke as the song ends.*

(All four Monkees duck out of the pink smoke and out of the labs, coughing. They are all pink, from their heads to their toes.)

Peter: (Coughing) Thanks...guys...saved my life...

Mike: Don't...(coughs)...mention it, Pete...

Micky: Really...don't mention...uses too much oxygen...

Mike: Guys...we gotta get outta here...gotta find those harmonic destructors n' get rid of them...gotta find the Great Imperial Leader, or whatever he is...

Peter: But how? Where? We don't know anything about this planet! Not even how to take a bath!

Mike: We're never gonna find Emilio looking like the Pink Panther joined the army! :p

Micky: We need to get cleaned up and blend in a little better. :P

Mike: We ain't gonna be able to do anythin' for Emilio like this...and we sure can't find the Grand Imperial What's-his-face, either. We need more help, help that actually knows something about this planet.

Peter: But first, we've got to get out of here. I don't want them to come after us again! :p :o

Micky: Well, why don't we give a yell to Rocco?

Mike: Yeah, you're right. He ain't much of a cab driver, but he is a native. He might at least know where to go to get a shower. (They manage to stumble out of the building, ignoring the guards who stare at them.)

Peter: How are we going to find Rocco? This is a big city!

Mike: We just gotta whistle.

Davy: Simple as that, mate. ;)

Micky: Allow me. *whistles loudly*

(Rocco's famous flying cab comes carreening around the corner. He pokes his head out, his eyes widened.)

Rocco: What's with the paint job? You tryin' to attract Mitosian Paradiso Birds? They ain't been seen in this part of Zlotnick in 50 years!

Mike: No, we had a little accident.

Rocco: What, wit' a bubble gum factory?

Micky: We blew the largest bubble ever, and it popped.

Rocco: I wish I could 'ave seen that. ;)

Peter: Rocco, they saved my life! Those scientists were going to experiment on me!

Rocco: (Frowns) They did, did they?

Mike: Rocco, where can we have a good, solid shower and get some clothes without bein' found by all these crazy squadrons or whatever the "harmonic destructors" are?

Rocco: (Grins) Why don't we come back to me cab company? They 'ave a lockah room with showahs and toilets where the cabbies get cleaned up aftah work. You can meet me mates an' we'll get you some clothes. It's not the best part of town, but it's clean an' the watah usually runs. ;)

Mike: We'll take it. (The guys start to climb in)

Rocco: Just put the blankets on the upholstry. Don't want a pink cab the 'ard way. ;)

Micky: No problem, Rocco. ;)

Rocco: Ok, boys, let's take off. (The boys climb in, and we see Rocco's cab speed off into the shadows of the Art Deco monstrosity of a city.)