Ok, ready to find out who this "Grand Imperial Leader" is?

Mike: Yeah. Let's take this jerk down!

Peter: Or at least help him get control of his planet.

Micky: Let’s get this goon. :P

Davy: Ready!

(We open at a huge, tall tower in the middle of the Field. It's quiet and peaceful here, far from the fancy spires of the cityscape. Omaheddon's spaceship enters an underground area; the cabs follow.)

(Cut to what looks like space-age parking garages under the tower. The Monkees climb wobbily out of the cab, followed by the robots and Rocco.)

Rocco: Ok, our pals should be along shortly. I told them where to meet us.

Marlena: (Looks around) Just the most adorable love nest. :p

Iggy: Well, I guess this is the place to go if you don't wanna be around anyone. The Field is fulla nothin' but primative species, plants, the scientists who study them, and air.

Mike: (Still a little wobbly) We've gotta find Omaheddon. He's probably half-way to his "Leader" by now.

Marlena: (Turns to Beth) Hey, I seem to remember you were working for them.

Peter: Beth, do you know where the Grand Imperial Leader is?

Beth: It was the top of the tower.

Mike: We just gotta get up there without bein' seen.

Iggy: (Sees a group of squadron members pass by) I think I know how.

Marlena: Pick a fight. Not an original idea, but it has possibilities. ;)

Omaheddon: (To his men as the cabbies and the Monkees hide behind the cabs) Find those damn scruffy Underworlders and have them arrested! I have a visitation with the Grand Imperial Leader! (Looks at another man) And get me a drink!

(Omaheddon heads upstairs.)

Mike: Ok, guys, ready to jump 'em?

Micky: *nods* Ready. ;)

Rocco: Come on, everybody. Let's 'ave a nice, clean row 'ere. ;)

Mike: Ok. Follow my lead. One...(they dart from around the cabs as the squadron members go up to them)...two...(they sneak behind the squadron members as they check the cars)...THREE! (They jump the squadron members. We see hair, needles, and feathers fly and hear curses in several languages. The group finally comes back up, all in uniforms. Rocco's is too small. The buttons on his shirt look like they're going to pop off. Marlena's is too small around the chest and arms. Iggy had to poke extra holes in the shirt for his other two arms.)

Mike: Well, that didn't take too long. (Brushes off his uniform, which hangs noticeably on his thin frame)

Peter: It could have been worse!

Rocco: Come on. Up to the towah, lads and lasses! (Looks at Beth) You lead, deah. You know where to go.

Beth: *nods* Okay.

Mike: (Looks at Mick) And you rewired her? I don't wanna walk into somethin' we can't handle.

Micky: Yeah, I rewired her. She should be just fine now.

Mike: (Watches Emilio and Beth head for the elevator; Emilio's arm is around Beth's shoulder) Good. Emilio really digs her. I hope they can be happy together.

Peter: Me too! I think they're cute! :X

Davy: Remind you of someone, don't they? *Micky bops him over the head* ;)

(The other two laugh as they make for the elevator. We briefly see shots of more cabs arriving with other species as the scene fades out.)

(Fade in on another huge room filled with nothing but toys, action figures, dolls of comic book characters and figures from sci-fi novels and films, books, reels and what look like large videos, and machines here there and everywhere. Small machines. Large machines. Machines that play small records. Machines that play movies. Machines with figures running and jumping. TVs the size of couches. One small figure dressed all in glittery black and silver, his hair slicked back, is dwarfed by the machinery. His lunch sits by a tray next to him in front of the TV with the figures running around. The food is untouched.)

Omaheddon: Mingdar? Mingdar? Your Grand Imperial Leadership?

Mingdar: I'm busy. I've almost made 100,000 points on Invaders From the Planet Earth! Go away!

Omaheddon: Sir, it's very important.

Mingdar: And this isn'? Look! (He makes the man jump over a pit of blocky-looking things with long snouts) I just jumped the pit of fire-breathing alidiles! That'll get me another 2,000 points, at least! :D

Omaheddon: (Smirks) Are you just going to play with your toys all day, sir?

Mingdar: I'd rather do that than go out THERE. They don't like me out there. I'm WEIRD. :p

Omaheddon: Of course you are, sir. We're working on clearing the planet out, but we're having trouble with the Underworlders.

Mingdar: (He's paying more attention to making the figure jump and run than to Omaheddon) Uh-huh, whatever. That's nice.

Omaheddon: Just sign this, and we'll unleash those new destructors you were working on. The ones that will fix this planet for good and give you all the peace and quiet you could ever want.

(Mingdar's only reply is to crow and pump his fist in the air. :D)

Mingdar: Woo HOO! Took a balloon over the Bad Marshlands! That's another 500 points easy! :D

Omaheddon: (Shoves the sheet of plastic and the long pen-like object at him again) Just put your name here, and you'll never have to worry about not having enough time for your toys and books ever again. You'll be able to play with your machines whenever you want.

Mingdar: Huh?

(The door bursts open just as Mingdar absently reaches for the pen-thing. The cabbies and the Monkees barrel in, waving weapons.)

Rocco: Freeze, scumbag! This is a stickup! :D

Iggy: That's it. No more Earth TV for you, Roc. :p

Omaheddon: How dare you!

Mike: Oh no you don't, Omaheddon. (Grabs the plastic, but Omaheddon grabs it back.)

Omaheddon: What are you all doing in here...and in those uniforms? This is an insult! I demand that you leave.

Iggy: We ain't leavin' until we make sure the Great Exact Whosis ain't gonna sign nuthin'! :p

Mingdar: Actually, I'm just Mingdar. I hate that title. (He turns around...to reveal a rather plain, slight young man with greasy, mouse-colored hair, hazel eyes hidden under enormous black-framed glasses, rough peachy skin, and a glittery black-and-silver tunic.)

Marlena: YOU'RE the Grand Imperial Leader?

Mike: A NERD? :p

(Mingdar winces.)

Rocco: Let's see how long a nerd can last in the belly of a Drapoel! ;)

Mingdar: Wait, I'm not done with my game yet!

Micky: Guess what? Game over! :p

Mike: Sorry, Geek Breath, but the only runnin' your gonna do is to the Space Cops.

Mingdar: But I haven’t done anythin' wrong!

Iggy: You're trying to clear off one of the most populated planets in the Guilder Solar System by killing people's eardrums! That's RIGHT?

Mingdar: (Whines) I just wanna play with my game! Leave me ALONE!

Peter: But it's not fun to be alone ALL the time!

(No one has noticed Omaheddon discreetly calling someone on his photophone during this conversation.)

Micky: I think this guy needs a time-out. :P ;)

Mingdar: No one likes me. They only like me because they think I'm some big leader.

Peter: I'll bet that isn't true! They don't know the REAL you!

Mingdar: Omaheddon says everyone hates me! They all think I'm some big, bad guy. If they saw me and my games (shakes his head) they wouldn't understand.

(Peter starts to put his hand on Mingdar's shoulder...but he's interrupted as Omaheddon flings the door open and more of the squadrons file into the already-full room.)

Mingdar: (His eyes almost pop out of his glasses) NO! NO! EVERYONE OUT! Now I'll NEVER finish my game! :p X(

Omaheddon: Just sign this document, and I'll make sure all these people are gone.

Mingdar: (Looks around) Well, they HAVE been nice to me...

Omaheddon: No one is nice to a Leader. They only want you to give them things.

Mingdar: Not my games!

Davy: No one wants your games, mate. :P

Omaheddon: Just sign here. (Pushes the pen and document to Mingdar...as a purple arm grabs the thin plastic and the pen. Three more arms grab Omaheddon, and Marlena and Rocco pile on Mingdar.)

Iggy: Micky, catch! I'll keep this guy occupied! (Puts the document and pen in a tube, closes it, and tosses it to Micky as "The Poster" begins.)

*Micky grins, holding the tubes. He waves and tosses it to Peter.*

(Mingdar reaches up and gives Marlena a kiss. She slaps him so hard, he ends up knocked into a pile of machinery and passes out.)

(Peter catches it with a net borrowed from one of the dolls. ;) )

(Omaheddon tries to break from Iggy, but he and Juniper tie him up with cables from the machines. They put earphones on his head, attatches it to a harmonic destructor, and sets it off. ;) )

(One of the squadron members chases Peter around and over a pile of machines. He ducks behind a TV...and pushes his face into the empty TV frame, making the squadrons laugh. One of the members grabs the tube while he's distracted, though.)

(Mike finally helps Mingdar to his feet. He just makes a face and returns to his game, ignoring the pandemonium around him. Mike rolls his eyes and goes back to the romp. :p)

(Marlena tackles the squadron member who has the tube, which flies into the holes in one machine.)

*Micky points at where the tube landed and tells Davy to go after it. Davy shakes his head, but Micky pushes him over. Davy comes up with the tube and tosses it to Iggy as Squadron members come after them.*

(Iggy catches it and tosses it back and forth to Rocco. They toss it so fast, the squadron member who came after them gets dizzy watching. He finally passes out. Iggy and Rocco tie him up and shake hands...all of them. ;) )

(Mike knocks all of the squadron members surrounding him out with some slow-mo moves...that gradually become faster and faster, until the sequence ends and Mike's panting. He looks off-camera; cut to Peter, holding a camera and shrugging.)

(Juniper blows a greenish mist on two squadron members. When it clears, two ornamental trees with football eyes sit on one of the machines.)

(Mingdar crows again as the blocky figure runs across what looks like a bumpy field and the points rack up.)

(More species of every kind pours in. Plants spray mists; women and men with bulging biceps and three eyes knock the squadrons out; many-armed feathered creatures dress the squadrons in doll clothes; native Klopnickians shoot laser guns. Mingdar, however, continues to play his game as the music ends and the lunacy continues.)

Mingdar: Darn it! Just got eaten by a dinamal! I hate those big teeth! Back to the beginning! I didn't even get any extra lives. :p

(Peter and Micky sit on either side of Mingdar, ignoring the noise going on behind them.)

Peter: Hey, this is really groovy!

Mingdar: Huh? Groovy? (He starts the game up again)

Micky: Groovy means good, man. ;)

Peter: Good, great, really wonderful.

Mingdar: (Beams) I LOVE this game! I designed it myself! :D

Micky: Really? Wow!

Mingdar: I really don't wanna be a leader. I just want to play my games and collect my toys. I have the entire set of "Legend of the Magdarnuts: The Early Years!" They're almost impossible to find! :D

Peter: Why are you a leader, then, if it doesn't make you happy?

Mingdar: (Shrugs) It brings in the money, and I can be left alone to play my games.

Peter: (Watches as Mingdar makes the figure jump) Wow. We don't have anything like this where I come from. :o

Mingdar: It's really simple. I'm using this control lever and these buttons to make it move. (He shows Micky and Peter what looks like a joystick from a crane game)

Peter: That's so cool!

Mingdar: No, it's really very warm! I've been playing for hours! (He turns to Micky with a smile) Wanna play?

Micky: You bet I do! :D

Mingdar: Here you go! (He shows Micky how to work the controls)

Mike: (Frowns, watching the guys) What are you doing?

Peter: Playing Mingdar's game! (He indicates Mike) Mingdar, this is Mike, my best friend. :)

Mingdar: Best...friend?

Mike: Yeah, for about five Earth years now. (He sits down next to Micky) Damn, he's havin' fun.

*Micky’s tongue hangs out in concentration.*

Mingdar: What's a best friend?

Mike: You don't know what a best friend is? Ain't you ever had a friend?

Mingdar: (Stares at his silver boots) Not really. Omaheddon and his men, but they were never very friendly. I used to be a machine designer, but everyone thought my designs were crazy. I didn't really want to design photophones. I wanted to make games for people to play and have fun, but everyone thought I was weird. They didn't like what I liked. I didn't have anyone to talk to. I'd never really been interested in politics, but Omaheddon said it would be easy. All I had to do was sign everything he said to sign and say his speeches, and everyone would leave me alone. I'd never be called names or have my toys broken again because people thought I was stupid or wrong.

Peter: On our planet, we've been called names for being different, too. Our friend Davy is very small, and he doesn't like a lot of the same music or movies our friends do. Many people on our planet don't agree with my political views, and I've been called dumb and naieve.

Mike: Yeah. Where I come from, bein' rich and havin' a lot of stuff is important, more important than who you are. You gotta be big. I ain't big. I'm thin, and my mom and I didn't have a lot of stuff growin' up. :p

Micky: And people just think I'm nuts. ;)

Rocco: (Pops between Peter and Mike) Is this a private party, or can any species join in?

Iggy: (Stops and puts down his laser gun) Hey, that looks like fun!

Mingdar: (Beams with pride) I made it! :D

(Slowly, more and more combatants stop what they're doing to watch Micky play the game in a quick montage. The controller is passed from species to species, until only Omaheddon is left. He finally grabs the tube with the document from a purple female with four arms and as tight a dress as a four-armed purple creature with pink feathers can get away with.)

Omaheddon: Ah HAH! I HAVE it! (But no one listens. They're too busy cheering on Mingdar as he plays the game.)

Rocco: (Crows) Ovah the Ramalama Falls! That's a good 1,000 points!

Mingdar: I've never gotten THIS far before!

Omaheddon: Ah HEM. I have the DOCUMENT! (He is again ignored. He finally goes over to the game machine, a small gray and red box-like thing, and pulls the plug. The game fades and vanishes.)

Mingdar: Omaheddon, that was out of order! I was on World 8! I only had three rounds left! X(

Omaheddon: You don't have the time to play games, your Grand Imperial Leadership. You have documents to sign.

Mingdar: I don't WANT to sign the document!

Omaheddon: Stop behaving like a child. You WILL sign it.

Iggy: Who are you, his mudder?

Rocco: 'E's a grown Imperial Leadah, Oma'eddon. I think 'e can make up 'is own mind.

Mike: But you don't want him to. (Glares at Omaheddon) Face it, Omy. You never wanted a leader who would make up their mind. You wanted someone you could control, who would just be a figurehead.

Marlena: I'll bet the harmonic destructors were YOUR idea! X(

Mingdar: (Quietly; eyes tear) No. They were...mine. :(

Omaheddon: He built them himself.

Mingdar: I never meant to HURT anyone! I just wanted to reduce the noise so I could work on my games and read!

Mike: Ever try wearin' earmuffs or shuttin' the window?

Micky: Earplugs work great, too. ;)

Mingdar: I live in the city! Every day, I hear the noise from millions of different species, even through my windows! It was such a racket, all the cars whizzing by, machines grinding, vendors and cabbies calling for fares, a million different species playing a million different kinds of music! Millions and millions of different species! It was just too much, day in and day out. Too many creatures, crowding and fighting and screaming and whining and grinding, so I just...I just wanted to block it all out. (Mingdar puts his head in his hands)

Peter: (Puts his arm around Mingdar) Don't feel bad. Sometimes, New York did that to me, too. I'd just walk into Central Park with my guitar and work on a song when I wanted to get away from all that city noise for a while. :)

Micky: Los Angeles does that to me sometimes. I don't usually mind noise, but sometimes even I need some quiet time. ;)

Marlena: My planet is mostly fields with smaller cities. Sometimes, I miss it.

Rocco: I go out to the Field and 'ave a nice picnic whenevah I need to get away. Makes me n' the animals 'appy. ;)

Mingdar: I can't do those things. I'm the Great Imperial Leader. I'm not supposed to leave the city on my own, or my people will try to kill me, or someone will rob me or mug me.

Rocco: Who says? :p

Mingdar: That's what Omaheddon always told me.

(Omaheddon narrows his eyes.)

Micky: Well, sounds to me like he's been feeding you a lot of bull. :P ;)

Iggy: We'd never mob 'ya, Ming! Well, not with intentions of doin' any damage, anyway.

Marlena: God, half the planet just wants to know what you look like! All you ever do is hide!

Mingdar: Well, you see me now. (Gulps) Are you going to...hurt...me now that you know I'm the Grand Imperial Leader?

Peter: (Squeezes Mingdar's shoulder) We don't hurt friends. :)

Mingdar: I'm your friend?

Davy: You bet!

Rocco: (As everyone in the room generally agrees) Ming, we'd never try to hurt you. What you saw today ain't normal. We're usually just doin' our jobs, drivin' cabs and makin' music and sellin' photophones and takin' care of the Fields, normal stuff. You ain't done nothin' worse than listen to a jerk.

Mike: And trust us, Ming, EVERYONE'S done that at one time or another. Even me. :p

(The various species surround Omaheddon. Two of Iggy's species grab him and carry him over to Mingdar.)

Rocco: Maybe it's time you started assertin' yourself, Ming.

Peter: (Nods) And doing what you WANT to do.

Mingdar: (Stands and goes to Omaheddon) Omega, is it...is it true? Am I a figurehead? Did you make me Leader just so YOU could lead?

Omaheddon: (Growls) You little ASS! I'll tell the press who you REALLY are! You're nothing without me! I MADE you!

Juniper: What you made him is something he is not.

Mingdar: (Shrugs) I'm not a Grand Imperial anything, Oma. I'm just a machine designer from the Left Bank. (Dusts the pale peach powder off of him...revealing blue) Oh, and I'm going to stop wearing this now. I think it's giving me a rash. :p

Rocco: You're a native! :o

Micky: Whoa!

Mingdar: (Shrugs) Yeah, I'm Zlotnickian...but Omaheddon told me that all the other species would attack me and hate me and call me names in the papers if I looked Zlotnickian.

Rocco: (Grins and indicates his own blue skin) Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' a native, Ming. The only reason I've evah been attacked was for lousy cab fares. ;)

Marlena: (Mutters) And lousy pick-up lines. :p

Zlotnick Native 1: You didn't even let the poor bloke be 'is own SPECIES? X(

Mingdar: Well, it ends here.

Omaheddon: NO! NO! YOU'RE NOTHING, YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! YOU'RE A NERD! A GEEK! A FOUR-EYED IDIOT! X(

Mciky: Awe, shut up, you big bully. :P

Omaheddon: DAMN IT! (He pulls away from the two creatures and goes to the harmonic destructors in Mingdar's room...turning each and every one on) There! This planet is going to be MINE, ME AND MINE ONLY, AND YOU WON'T STOP ME!

Mike: (As everyone covers their ears) Cut it out, Omy! Ya lost! X(

Mingdar: Maybe we could reverse the waves...

Peter: I have an idea! Has anyone ever tried to play them?

Rocco: (He runs into a near-by room and comes out with a bag of cotton balls) Here! This should help long enough to get rid of those things!

Mingdar: Hey, I worked hard on them!

Peter: (As he stuffs cotton in his ears) You know, since those harmonic destructors look like guitars, maybe we could try to play them.

Mike: (He stuffs cotton in his ears) Huh?

(Peter grabs Mike and hands him a harmonic destructor, then begins to play it...playing the opening notes to "Listen to the Band" as the song kicks in.)

(Omaheddon tries to attack Mingdar, but Iggy and a bunch of his buddies jump him.)

(Mingdar and a bunch of the aliens continue playing the game. Others start to dance or at least move along as best they can to the music. Some even pick up some harmonic destructors of their own and start playing along.)

(Mike frowns, looking around for Micky and Davy. Peter puts his hand to his forehead.)

(Rocco serves everyone tea, including the gamers. ;) )

*Micky and Davy appear, wearing earmuffs, each with an "instrument."* ;)

(Iggy and his mates come up with a struggling Omaheddon. Juniper sprays him with a pinkish mist. He falls down, asleep. I-) )

(Mingdar's crowing ends the song. Mike plays one more note...and it now sounds more like a slightly out-of-tune guitar. Peter's does, too.)

Mike: (As everyone removes cotton from their ears) Looks like it's all good now.

Peter: Hey, where's Emilio and Beth? They missed the whole romp!

Micky: *smirks* I have an idea of what may be keeping them preoccupied. ;)

Rocco: Me too, and I don't think some of these species need to be seein' it.

Mike: Robots can make out? :p

Micky: Considering how at least ONE of them is programmed...you have to ask? ;)

Mingdar: Omaheddon...(looks around, sees Omaheddon on the floor)...Omaheddon, you are under arrest!

Rocco: Ok, who wants to wake 'im up, so 'e can be arrested?

Micky: Oh, ME!!! Lemme do it, PLEEEEASE! :D :)

Davy: *snickers* Oh brothah. ;)

Mike: Sure, Mick. Go right ahead. ;)

Micky: *rubs his hands together greedily* Heh heh heh. *goes over to Omaheddon...*

*Micky picks up Omaheddon and shakes him while yelling "Wake up!" right in one ear.* ;)

Omaheddon: (Jumps a mile) Huh? What? Are we being invaded?

Mingdar: No, you're under arrest.

Omaheddon: Oh, that's good. (He falls back onto a couch) Mommy, can I have a glass of...(yawn)...water...

Iggy: Geez, Jun, what did you spray the guy with?

Juniper: I sprayed him with my sleeping fluid. It effects some species differently than others.

Mingdar: (Scratches his head) Well, what should we do with him?

Rocco: Sell 'is body for science. ;)

Iggy: Toss him outta window.

Marlena: Dunk him in a pool filled with angry Drapoels. ;)

Mingdar: The Drapoels...hmm...

Micky: Dump him in a pool full of double-edged razors. Then let the Drapoels have what's left, if there's anything left. ;)

Mingdar: What he needs is to be demoted. (Grins; leans over the half-asleep Omaheddon) Supreme Head Squadron Leader Omega Omaheddon, you have been demoted to Chief Keeper and Cleaner of the Drapoels, starting this second. Boys, take him to his new job and see that he settles in. ;)

Iggy: Sure! (He and his buddies carry the sleeping Omaheddon out the door; he has his thumb in his mouth and mutters something about his mother)

Mike: What an ass. And he called YOU a geek, Ming. :p

Mingdar: (Looks at the others) Thanks, guys...girls...everyone and everything. I owe you a million. :)

Micky: Let us play your games some more and we'll call it even. ;)

Mingdar: Sure! (Frowns) But we're going to need a new Supreme Head Squadron Leader.

Rocco: I got a terrific idea. 'Ow 'bout that robot friend of yours?

Mike: Emilio?

Peter: (Grins) Sure! He'd probably love it! :)

Mike: I dunno if that's a good idea...

Peter: Emilio! Emilio!

Davy: I vote for Emilio!

Micky: Emilio for prez! ;) :D

Peter: (Runs over to the bathroom) Emilio, Mingdar needs to talk to you! He's going to make you Supreme Head whatever! :D

*Emilio and Beth appear. Despite being robots, both are blushing.* ;)

Mingdar: Emilio, have you ever wanted to serve your planet?

Emilio: Of course, I have!

Mingdar: How would you like to take Omaheddon's place as Supreme Head Squadron Leader?

Emilio: *jaw drops* Me?! :-O :D

Mingdar: You'd be kind of like my second-in-command. You'd just have to order the squadrons around and play my games every once in a while. (Looks at Beth) You too. You could be his partner. :)

Beth: *grins at Emilio* Accept! Accept! :D

Emilio: I accept, I accept! :D

Mingdar: One other thing. I want to come out. I want to hit every single newswire and newsplastic in Zlotnick and tell them what I'm really like. I don't want to hurt anyone. I want people to like me for...well, for me, games, blue skin, and all.

Rocco: 'Ere 'ere, mate! That's the ticket! :D

Mingdar: What about the rest of you? If there's anything I can do...

Peter: Rewire the harmonic destructors so they really don't hurt anyone anymore.

Iggy: Maybe you could sell them. I bet your games would be big, too.

Mingdar: But Omaheddon told me...

Mike: Ming, Omaheddon don't know shit. You saw how everyone got together when that game was goin' and when the music was playin'.

Micky: Forget what he told you, Ming. :P

Mingdar: (Runs his fingers over the harmonic destructors) I don't want to get rid of them. I want them to do good. (Looks at the others) I just want my planet to be happy.

Peter: Playing fun games and dancing to music makes everyone happy, Mingdar...especially when they share it with others.

Mingdar: (Smiles) I've never had as much fun in my entire life as I've had today. I guess I've spent most of my life hiding. I thought I was crazy, playing with these machines. (Looks at the others) Now I know it's not so bad. It's what I do. It's...me. :)

Rocco: I'm gonna be first in line when they come out on the market. :D

Iggy: I'll be behind him! :D

Mike: When they come out in the Milky Way System, get a hold of us. ;)

Peter: Oh, yeah, one more thing. You need to talk to your scentists. They've been doing some weird stuff. They tried to take out my stuffings, and we think two of them may have created Emilio from our friend Micky.

Mingdar: (Looks at Micky and Emilio) There is a resemblance, isn't there?

*Micky and Emilio exchange looks. Both go "Naaaaahhh!"* ;)

Mingdar: I'll go to them tomorrow and get full reports on exactly what they're doing. Omaheddon always handled that.

Rocco: Maybe it's about time you took some responsibility. You're a big boy, Ming. You can't always 'ave everyone lookin' ovah your shouldah, even friends.

Peter: It'll take a lot of time, but I'm sure you'll figure things out. (Looks at the others) You have friends now. They'll help you. :)

Mingdar: Is that what friends do?

Peter: (Puts an arm around Micky and Mike) Always. :)

Rocco: And we're your friends, Ming.

Marlena: And not just because you have cool games or seem to be a genius with machines. You seem like a nice guy. You don't scream or yell or try to hit anyone up.

Mingdar: No one's ever told me THAT before!

Juniper: They should, frequently. You are a living creature, like all of us, and all living creatures deserve to have good relationships with others in their species.

Mingdar: (Nods) From now on, I'll be out and about as much as I can. I'll write my OWN speeches and read things BEFORE I sign them...or write the things that need to be signed. I'll try to be better about leading and not hide so much.

Mike: Good. (Dusts his hands) Well, my good Monkees, I think that just about finishes our work here. ;)

Peter: Except for one thing.

Marlena: What?

Micky: Which is...

Peter: (Grins and turns to Mingdar) Can we have one more go at your game? :D

Mingdar: Sure! Maybe we'll beat it this time!

Rocco: We'll ALL 'ave a go at it!

*Micky whoops.* :D

Davy: Love to, mate! :D

Rocco: I'll make the tea n' crumpets. ;)

Mingdar: (As the entire group settles on couches, chairs, pillows, and the floor) Ok, who wants to go first?

Micky: ME! :D

Davy: You had to ask, Mike? ;)

(Peter laughs at Micky's eager face. :) )

Mingdar: (Hands Micky the controller) Here you go, Micky! Good luck!

Micky: Thank you! :D

(Fade out on Micky as the screen brightens and the group cheers and whoops; fade in on the outside of Emilio's house. Mingdar, Emilio, Beth, and the Monkees stand outside on the veranda. Emilio's spaceship is parked alongside.)

Mike: (Shakes Emilio's hand, then Beth's and Mingdar) Thanks for everything, guys. We had...well, let's just say we had a hell of a time. ;)

Emilio: No, thank you! :D

Mingdar: (Nods) Thank you from the bottom of my Zlotnickian heart. You've done this country a greater service than you know. You convinced me to come out of hiding and that Omaheddon wasn't the best influence me or this planet could have...and that I'm a worthwhile person without powder covering and long titles.

Peter: Aw, we're just glad to help!

Mingdar: (Pulls out a box) I wanted to repay you with some small something for what you've done...

Mike: Nahh, Ming, you don't need to do that.

Mingdar: (Pulls out a small, gray and red machine with a flickering gray screen) I thought you might like to try my newest game machine. I've already made a few prototypes. I want you to have them. :)

Micky: Thank you, we'll take it! ;) :D

(Mingdar hands each Monkee a game machine; Peter hugs Mingdar after he gets his.)

Peter: Mingdar, you're so sweet! Don't let anyone tell you any different! :D

Mingdar: Oh...(he almost falls over; Peter pulls him back) oh my! What was THAT?

Peter: That was a hug! :D

Mike: Yeah, it's how some people on our planet say "thanks" or "hi" or "I luv ya." ;)

*Micky laughs.* ;)

Mingdar: Well, in that case, I don't know about "luv," but... (hugs Peter back gently) :)

Mike: Ok, guys, let's go. We got wives, kids, and unfinished albums to get back to.

Peter: Thanks! Drop by and visit the next time you're in the Milky Way System, Mingdar!

Mingdar: I'll try, but I have a lot to do here on Zlotnick, restructuring the Science and Military Departments and all.

Mike: (Looks at Emilio) Ready for a trip, Supreme Head Squadron Leader? ;)

Emilio: *salutes* You bet! ;) :D

("Daydream Believer" begins as everyone but Mingdar enters the ship. The ship blasts off into the sky, Mingdar ducking, then turning for one final wave good-bye.)

(As the spaceship travels through Zlotnicka, we get glimpses of other friends waving good-bye. A yellow blur stops long enough for Rocco to tip his cap, wave, and drive off in a blur again. He barely misses running into several cars, ships, and vendors, leaving a trail of dust and British curses in his wake.)

*The big Drapoel lifts his head and waves a paw.* ;)

(Iggy passes by again in his purple cab, hands on all four wheels at once. He has a female version of his species next to him. She's rubbing him and chucking his chin. He gives a little wave and a dazed grin before blurring off. :X)

(Two ornamental trees leaned close together next to a green cab in the Field wave. We see the faint glimpse of a football eye in one. ;) )

(Marlena also waves from her cab on the field, where she chats with the big fuzzy guy. ;) )

(The camera zooms in on Omaheddon in khaki coveralls and a cap. He's shoveling...something dark, gooey, and lumpy. He just makes a face and waves the spaceship away as it flies by.)

*The Drapoel trots up behind Omaheddon and nudges him. Omaheddon turns and offers the animal a grin. The Drapoel picks him up in one paw, tosses him on his back, and trots off.* ;)

(Cut back to the Monkees, Emilio, and Beth looking out the portholes and laughing, then to the shot of Mingdar waving and some black-and-white footage of the spaceship taking off and leaving the planet. Fade out on the back of the spaceship and deep space and fade in on the now-empty studio in California where the story began. Everything is as it was in Part 1, from the instruments on the floor to the open door where Chip Douglas left. A tiny spaceship comes in through the open door. There's four blue lights of various shades and a white light. When they fade, Beth, Emilio, and the Monkees are all back to their normal sizes, standing in the middle of the room.)

Peter: (Looks at himself) I'm here! (Puts his head on his hand) And I feel fine! My head doesn't hurt anymore! :D

Mike: There must be somethin' on Zlotnick that messes with our powers.

Micky: That was SO groovy! :D

Peter: (Shrugs) Maybe it's just a natural reaction to being around beings from another world.

Mike: (Turns to Emilio) Thanks for the lift. Glad we could help 'ya.

Emilio: You're welcome, fellas, andnd thanks again for helping out!

Peter: Anytime! You and Beth come and visit us again someday, after you and Mingdar get things settled in Zlotnick. :)

Emilio: We certainly will! :)

Mike: You keep an eye on Ming. He's a nice guy, an' real smart if he built the games and stuff. He just needs a friend, someone he can talk to and trust, someone who WON'T cheat him and tell him to be what he ain't.

Emilio: Don't worry, we'll keep a good eye on him. Besides, he's a fun guy! ;)

Peter: (Frowns; a voice is heard) I think Chip Douglas is coming back. You'd better go! :o

Emilio: Right! Well, thanks again, fellas. Bye!

Beth: Bye, guys!

*Emilio and Beth shrink, and a white light hovers away.*

(The Monkees all lean over the window, waving good-bye, as Chip Douglas comes in.)

Chip Douglas: Um, guys, what are you doing?

Mike: Um, just wavin' to the fans.

Chip Douglas: I just came back for my bass. (Indicates the game machine in Micky's hand) Hey, what's that?

Davy: Oh, this? Uh...

Micky: It's a, uh, video game. Brand new! I pulled a few strings to get it. ;)

Mike: Yeah, they're gonna be the next big thing, we heard. A buddy of Mick's in LA is working on them.

Chip Douglas: (Raises an eyebrow) VIDEO games? That's the strangest thing I ever heard.

Mike: Not by a long shot, Chip.

Davy: You'd be surprised, mate.

Mike: Come on, let's go home. Em's gonna have my head if I'm late for that big dinner she's makin'. ;)

Peter: I want to see Val and Jordan.

Micky: I'm hungry. :P :)

Davy: What else is new, Mick? ;)

Chip Douglas: Yeah, I've got a wife waiting for me, too. She says "Flash Gordon" is on tonight. We were going to watch it together. (Looks at the others) Hey, you guys wanna join us?

All the Monkees In Unison: NO! :p

Chip Douglas: Ok, ok, suit yourselves!

Mike: Let's just say we've seen enough outer space for a while.

Peter: There's no place like Planet Earth! :D

Mike: You said it, Pete. ;)

Micky: Home sweet home. ;)

Davy: Even if we gotta share it with Mick. ;)

(Everyone laughs as Micky swats Davy and the group finally gathers it's instruments and heads out as the camera turns one final time to a white light flitting off into the blue sky, ducking around buildings, birds, and airplanes before it, and the screen, fades out all together.)