Ok, everyone ready to save Emilio and find out more about this Grand Imperial Leader?

Mike: Let's get this show on the road. ;)

Peter: Let's save poor Emilio!

Micky: Yeah!

Davy: I'm ready.

(We open in front of a huge Art Deco/Gothic monstrosity, a cross between the Empire State Building and a cathedral. Squadron members patrol the grounds. There's several blurs, and the Sunshine Cab Company's vehicles stop in front of the building, which says "Grand Imperial Hotel" in bright, neon letters across the front.)

Mike: (As he and the other Monkees exit wobbly) I ain't never gonna get used 'ta goin' that fast. :p

Rocco: I weren't goin' that fast! I was just barely goin' the speed limit!

Micky: *grins* I still love it. ;)

(The next car that stops is a purple checked cab, followed by another yellow and a white. Marlena, Juniper, and Iggy all climb out.)

Iggy: Ok, Roc, I did what ya said. I called my buddies, and I called Juniper's buddies, and I even called Marlena's buddies.

Marlena: Here's a hint. When my species arives, don't feel them up unless you feel like getting off-planet WITHOUT a transport vehicle. :p

Iggy: Um, gotcha, Mar. :p

*Micky and Davy chuckle.* ;)

Mike: Well, until the calvary arrives, it looks like we're on our own.

Iggy: I don't know about this. No one knows WHERE the Grand Imperial Leader is!

Mike: If you were a Grand Imperial Leader, where would you live?

Rocco: In Maui wit' my 'arem of irresistable sex-mad cheerleadahs and sycophant yes-men and coconut drinks shaped like monkey's 'eads. ;)

Micky: I really like the way you think, Rocco. ;)

Davy: Completely agreed, mate. ;)

Mike: (Sighs) Well, where would the Grand Imperial Leader live around here?

Juniper: In a place high above all where he cannot be seen nor bothered with the outside world.

Mike: (Looks at Rocco) You said this is the tallest building in Zlotnick, right?

Rocco: Well, yes. There's some really tall buildin's in Cinciland, across the Salt Marshes, but this is the capitol.

Mike: Well, this is a good a place as any to start. We ain't that far from the Grand Imperial Plaza, anyway.

Micky: Let’s check it out.

Marlena: Maybe we could split up and explore the premises. A big, diverse group like this is bound to attract attention.

Rocco: She's right. Some of the squadrons are starin' already.

Davy: Besides, we can cover more ground split up.

Mike: Ok, how about two groups? Micky n' Pete will go with Rocco n' Iggy, and Dave n' I will go with Juniper and Marlena. The first person to find either Emilio or the Grand Imperial Leader or both call us.

Rocco: Right. All the cab drivahs 'ave their photophones?

(Iggy, Juniper, and Marlena all hold up walkie-talkie-like devices.)

Mike: And my boys have their communicators?

Peter: I have mine!

Micky: Got mine. *holds his wrist up*

Davy: Mine's in me wallet.

Mike: Ok, guys...(Marlena glares)...and women. Everyone head out. (They do so, going off in separate directions.)

(We follow Iggy, Rocco, Mick, and Davy as they head into the Grand Imperial Hotel. It's far more elaborate inside than the Grand Imperial Plaza, once again going the Gothic/Art Deco motif with long, curving staircases on either side of a cresent-shaped desk, gold and metalic trim everywhere, sleek, soft furnature, and odd-shaped pots of the yellow flowers from the field Emilio landed in.)

Rocco: Coo-EE! Will ya get a load of this place?

Iggy: Amazing what you can get if you're a Grand Imperial Leader. ;)

Micky: This is nice. ;)

Peter: I could live here! :)

Iggy: (As a group of squadron members come in) Here comes the Idiot Brigade! :p

Rocco: (Frowns as Omaheddon follows them, looking smugly superior) And the Grand Idiot himself. :p

Iggy: Maybe we'd better cheese it. They might recognize you guys.

Rocco: No, let's follow them.

Iggy: Why? Are you crazy?

Rocco: No, are you?

Iggy: You want Omaheddon to see us?

Rocco: 'E don't 'AVE to see us. We could use disguises or somethin'.

Micky: I vote disguises. ;)

Peter: Well, we'd better hurry! They're getting into the elevator!

Rocco: (Sees two busboys in purple velvet and gold buttoned uniforms with little hats and two maids in pink dresses with white aprons and caps pass) I think I know 'ow to get around 'ere. ;)

(The four boys follow the busboys and maids into a closet. There's the sounds of an off-camera scuffle, of towels and cleaning equipment being thrown around and oofs and British curses. After a minute or so of this, Rocco comes out in a busboy's uniform that doesn't close to fit him; his oversized gut bulges under the velvet coat.)

Rocco: Well, are the rest of ya comin', or ain't ya?

Micky: Coming, coming!

Iggy: (He mutters as he comes out in one of the pink maid uniforms, complete with cap and apron) This is one of the most embarrasing things I've ever done, and that includes the time I moulted in front of Betty Sue Ferguson during my school social. :p

Rocco: The busboys' uniforms don't 'ave enough arm'oles. (Grins) You do look smashin' like that, Iggy.

Iggy: (Puts up an arm) You see some smashin', Roc?

Micky: *comes out in a busboy outfit* Don't worry about it, Ig. We've had our share of outrageous costumes. ;)

Rocco: 'Ey, Petah, you comin'?

Peter: Um, I think.

(Peter comes out in the maid's uniform, his blond hair pulled back in a ponytail to try to look more feminine.)

Peter: I feel funny. I don't like it when we dress in drag.

Iggy: Just be glad the maids don't wear heels.

Micky: *puts an arm around Peter's shoulders* Don't worry about it, Pete. We'll make sure you get your pants back later. ;)

Rocco: Are we dressed? Yes? Well, all right there, let's go. (Peter and Iggy push the maid's cart as the four head for the elevator. The camera shows the bright gold numbers lighting up, from 1 to 5, until it stops and the door opens again. Four heads poke cautiously out of the elevator.)

Peter: (Points at the backs of several squadron members) There they are!

Rocco: Ok, mates, remembah, we're ordinary 'otel workahs in to fix up the rooms. If they recognize you guys, we're sunk.

Micky: No kidding. :P

(The four enter the rooms, hardly noticed. The room is HUGE. Odd assorted gadgets fill every nook and cranny. Some are recognizable, like fancy cameras, wide-screen TVs four feet high, and more of the glittery guitars seen at Rocco's, this time with strings and metal tubes. Others are nothing more than dark metal and plastic boxes strewn here, there, and everywhere. Toys, dolls, action figures, robots, books, long plastic boxes, and reels of film fill every shelf.)

Peter: Wow...

Rocco: Someone 'as a technology fixation.

Iggy: Fixation my ass! Do you know how much I've wanted to get all of my hands on some of those action figures? Some of them are collectable! They sell for hundreds of dollars! :D

Peter: Micky, what do you think? Do you see Emilio or Beth? Micky?

Micky: *jaw is practically on the floor staring around the room* Oh...my... :-O @-)

Peter: Oh god, we'll NEVER get him out of here!

Rocco: 'Ey, what's that?

(The squadron leaders stand in a circle, gathered around something. We occasionally hear some "clunk" and "whirr" noises.)

Rocco: Ok, fellas, break it up. Let a staff membah through! We got cleanin' to do 'ere!

Omaheddon: (Narrows his eyes) The cleaning crew isn't due at His Grand Imperial Magnificentness' suites for another hour.

Micky: We're early.

Omaheddon: (Squints at Micky) Haven't I see you before?

Micky: I've done a lot of cleaning here.

Omaheddon: It wasn't here. It was somewhere else, somewhere in town...

Squadron Member 1: (Smirks at Peter) Hey, baby doll, wanna go get a drink at the Cafe Zlotnick after your shift? You're not bad lookin', for bein' the flattest-chested doll I ever saw. ;)

Peter: (Gulps; in the highest-pitched voice his baritone can manage) Um, no, I'm, um, meeting my boyfriend after work for a date. My big boyfriend. (Even higher as the squadron member puts his arms around him) My big CONSTRUCTION WORKER boyfriend! :o

(Four purple arms suddenly grab the squadron member. Another arm opens a closet, and the others toss the overly amorous man in and locks it. Iggy turns to Peter with a grin.)

Peter: Oh thanks, Iggy! I thought he'd find out that...well, that there's a reason I'm flat-chested.

Iggy: No sweat, kid. ;)

Rocco: What is it you boys are 'idin'? We got work to do, so if you'll just break it up...

Omaheaddon: I don't think we will. We have a way to tell if you're telling the truth. ;)

Rocco: Is there a reason we'd lie?

Micky: *whispers* Are they playing a game of Questions Only? ;)

Omaheddon: My friend will find out that reason. The Grand Imperial Leader's best scientists did quite a good job restoring his original wiring, though it took some time. It looked like a hack job, something kids would do.

Peter: Hey, we did a good job on... (Micky puts a hand over Peter's mouth)

(The squadron members all move aside...to reveal an unmoving Emilio. Omaheddon goes to Emilio and pulls a switch in the back.)

Omaheddon: We’re going to present him to the Grand Imperial Leader as our newest secret weapon. The Leader is at lunch, but I think we'll use these so-called hotel staff as target practice. (As Emilio's eyes light up and he begins moving) Here you are, Killer. Do you know these people?

Rocco: (Whispers to Micky) Um, is that your friend?

Micky: *barely nods* Yeah, that's him. :P

Emilio: Yes, I know them. X-(

Omaheddon: What are their names, where are they from, and where should they be?

Rocco: That ain't good, is it? Is 'is eyes suppose'ta be red?

Peter: (Backs away) Oh god. Emilio, what's wrong? What have they done to you?

Micky: *growls* Lemme at 'em! X-( :P

Emilio: None of them should be here. Iggy and Rocco are inhabitants. The other two are Earth humans, Micky and Peter. I assume they're trying to rescue me and stop your plans.

Micky: Blabbermouth. :P

Omaheddon: That's what I thought. Capture all four of them, please. The Earthlings will be kept here. The Grand Imperial Leader will be very interested in them. The other two can be sent to jail.

Rocco: Like 'ELL we will! X(

Micky; Gotta catch us first! :P X-(

(Four purple arms reach out and knock the four squadron members coming at them together as "PO Box 9847" begins. Iggy then grabs four weapons and twirls them around, six-shooter style, and proceeds to hang four squadron members by their uniforms against the wall. ;) )

*Emilio starts after Micky and Peter, who go off in opposite directions, leaving Emilio confused as to who to follow.* :P

(Rocco knocks a guy out, then steals what looks like a chocolate bar out of their pocket. He punches another member out while eating his chocolate bar. ;) )

(Peter cuddles some of the stuffed animals, some rather odd looking. Two of the members come up to him menacingly...and he scolds them for scaring the stuffed animals! :p)

*Micky hides behind a couch and trips Emilio as he goes by. Micky jumps on the robot and opens his "trap door." He pulls a screwdriver out of nowhere and goes to town on the wiring.* ;)

(Peter plays chess with one of the squadron members. The chess pieces actually move on their own when the players give their commands in a short limited animation sequence. Peter sneaks off while the squadron member tries to decide on his next move and the animated pieces stand in their spots, tapping their bottoms and looking annoyed. ;) :p)

*Two squadron members go over to get Micky away from Emilio. Micky points the screwdriver at them, threatening them with it. They shrug, take one of Micky's arms, and pick him up off of Emilio, who's been shut down.*

(Four purple arms wrap around the two squadron members. The arms pick them up and deposit them in a bin that opens in the side of a counter. Iggy grins and hands Micky his screwdriver back. ;) )

*Micky grins and returns to his rewiring job.* ;)

(Rocco is now sharing a cup of tea and cakes from a pastry cart with a few squadron members. ;) )

(Iggy follows Omaheddon, who rushes out with several of his men as the song ends. Rocco hits the remaining squadron members with cakes. The cakes somehow knock them out. Rocco pulls out the heavy radios and cameras hidden in the cakes. ;) )

Peter: How's it coming, Mick?

Iggy: I wish Juniper was here. He's great with mechanics.

Micky: I think I've almost got it.

Rocco: So, is your robotic buddy back to the land of the living, so to speak? ;)

Micky: *turns the screwdriver a few more times* Well, we're about to find out. I don't know what the heck they did to him, but it was pretty easy to fix. Here goes nothing... *pulls the switch*

Iggy: Obviously, they don't have Juniper's species - or yours - working on their side. ;)

Rocco: Thank goodness for the universe at large. ;)

*Emilio's eyes open again, this time looking normal, if a little confused.*

Emilio: What happened?

Peter: Emilio! You're ok! (He grabs Emilio and hugs him)

Rocco: They evilized you some'ow, lad. They turned you on us.

Emilio: Oh dear. I didn't do any permanent damage, did I?

Micky: *shakes his head* Nah, you didn't have a chance. *holds up the screwdriver* ;)

Rocco: Don't worry, mate, we fixed 'ya before you could cause anythin' worse than tellin' Oma'eddon somethin' 'e probably already knew. :p

Emilio: Thank goodness.

Peter: That reminds me. We'd better get of here, before the Grand Imperial Leader finds out we've messed with his stuff and the squadron members come to.

Iggy: And Omaheddon comes back with round 2 to attempt to kick our asses.

Peter: What's with that guy, anyway?

Rocco: 'E's just got an ego the approximate size of 'alf the galaxy. For all 'is crowin' 'bout our Grand Imperial Leadah, it's an open secret on Zlotnick that Oma'eddon is the real brains be'ind the planet. Supposedly, the so-called "Grand" Ledah just signs papahs. :p

Micky: That makes sense. :P

Iggy: And I don't want to be around when they both get back and see their toys covered with whipped cream.

Rocco: I'm wit' you. Let's get outta 'ere and find the othahs.

(They all head out, Rocco licking the whipped cream off his fingers.)