*From backstage, we see Micky, Nyles, and Jessie leave the stage. Nyles and Jessie stop by one of the walls, but Micky keeps going, heading for the dressing rooms.*

Micky: *still fuming* CHRIS!? Where are you!? I WANT MY DAMN PANTS BACK!

Mike: (He appears) Hold your horses, Mick. The Martians went to get a little fresh air. I think they're sneakin' joints, but whatever. (Hands Micky his pants) I found these behind the bar.

*Micky grumbles some choice words as he puts his pants back on.*

Mike: Micky, I swear, I didn't realize he was gonna do that.

Micky: *throws his arms out* Not even so much stealing my pants, but he friggin' kissed me! Out there! In front of everybody!

Mike: I imagine it was "spur-of-the-moment." That's why they call them romps, Mick.

Micky: I don't care what they’re called! *points toward the back* They go out that way? *takes a few steps in that direction*

Mike: Yeah, but Micky, don't kill them. For one thing, you're on in five minutes, and we'll need them later.

Micky: Mike... *insane grin* I really don't care at the moment.

Mike: (Takes Micky by the shoulder) Mick, don't do anything you're gonna regret.

*Micky glares at Mike's hand, then raises an eyebrow at Mike.*

Mike: We've all worked hard on this play, Mick. Don't do anything crazier than what you're supposed to.

Micky: *closes his eyes* You do realize I'm using every ounce of control to NOT go and kill him, *opens his eyes* right?

Mike: (Sighs and rubs Micky's shoulder) Just calm down, buddy. Flip that switch. John's probably givin' him an earful anyway.

Micky: It just... *narrows his eyes* hit too close for comfort.

Mike: Mick, Chris didn't know. He just thought he was bein' funny.

Micky: *shakes a fist a little too close to Mike's face* Maybe I'll be funny and throw this is his face!

Mike: (Grabs Micky's fist) Whoa, Mick! Save this for when you've taken over the Castle! You're gonna get to be evil to all of us, remember?

Micky: Oh, I'm gonna be evil all right!

Mike: Take all that frustration out on the set. They call it scenery-chewing for a reason.

Micky: *pokes Mike* I'm gonna chew it up and spit it out!

Mike: Good. Concentrate on chewin' the scenery and not the people.

Micky: And the next time I see Chris...

Mike: You'll be messin' around with him and the other three onstage.

Micky: I'm gonna kick his ass!

Mike: You do that.

(The camera follows Micky onstage as the Throne Room set with the Micky and Lauren's chambers set rolls out. Micky storms angrily into the "room," followed by Jessie and Nyles. Lauren's already there, as is Peter. Peter sits at her feet, still wearing the leather collar and stil looking blank.)

*Micky stomps over to his throne and sits with a thud.*

(Peter looks up at him dully.)

Lauren: You don't look happy. Jack ran out of your favorite ale?

Micky: *glares at Lauren* No, he didn't.

Jessie: We ran into that White Knight and his boys again, and they stole everyone's pants!

Lauren: (Has to hide her snort) They did?

Cory: (As he and the other two hurry in, trying to pull their pants back up) Yeah! We only just found them behind the bar and made our way here, Your Ladyship. (Leans over Micky and whispers) Sorry man, but Larry just found our pants.

*Micky makes a face and sighs.*

Lauren: Oh goodness...

Joe: Lord George, our promise with you still stands. You said we would have our choice of brides among the Queen's Guards and prime land besides.

Cory: So far, we've seen neither.

*Micky steeples his fingers, thinking. Slowly, and still rather angrily, he grins.*

Micky: I have...

Lauren: *mutters* Oh God...

Micky: A plan.

Cory: Yeah?

Jessie: Cool! I want my pretty blue necklace back!

Micky: You fellas want the ladies? You can HAVE the ladies.

Bobby: (Eager) We can?

Joe: But they spurn any suitor but the White Knight and his men!

Micky: *Holds out a hand. A small bag appears.* They won't, thanks to this powder.

(Peter looks up, wondering.)

Cory: What's in that? (Goes to look in the bag)

Micky: I'm going to give each of you fellas one of these bags. When you see any of the women, blow this powder in their direction, and you'll gain instant control over them.

Cory: They'll fall in love with us?

Micky: Yes.

Bobby: What of Lady Emily? She's the Head Guard, and very clever. She might get suspicious!

Micky: I have another idea for luring her.

Cory: Yes? As far as I know, she's dedicated only to her ward, her job, her books, and the Queen.

Bobby: I'd like to know how you're gonna do THAT!

Micky: You'll see.

Joe: Let's go see if it works! (Looks at Lauren) Where would we find the ladies at this hour? Maybe in the Throne Room, with the Queen?

Lauren: *nods* That would be a good place to start.

Cory: Come along, good noblemen! Let's claim our fair brides! (The three lift their swords into the air...and bring their belts with them. All three of them end up waddling out in pants that are falling down again.)

Jessie: (Shakes her head) I guess they don't like wearing pants.

Nyles: *laughs* Good one, chick!

Jessie: Thanks, dude!

Micky: *glares at Nyles and Jessie* Get out.

Jessie: Why? What did we do?

Nyles: *shakes his head* Must be PMS. Come on chick, let’s go.

Jessie: Ok, Nyles. Let's go see if anyone's returned our pretty necklaces yet! Maybe they have a medieval lost and found!

*Nyles and Jessie leave, arms around each other.*

Lauren: Those two are just so cute. Annoying, but cute. (She strokes Peter's hair) Don't you agree, Your Majesty? (Peter nuzzles her leg. She turns to Micky) Tell me more about these devious plans of yours.

Micky:The fellas will lure the women, and in turn, bring the others to their rescue. Then, we capture all of them and turn them all mindless!

Lauren: I like that. (Frowns) What happened to the Sapphire and Ruby Talismans? Jessie and Nyles mentioned losing their (rolls her eyes) pretty necklaces.

Micky: Those da...fools stole them, among other things.

Lauren: The White Knight and his men got a hold of them.

Micky: Yes.

Lauren: There has to be a way to get them to bring those talismans along.

Lauren: Perhaps if they thought they might help someone else...a fellow advisor...

Micky: Yes?

(Mrs. Marion enters at this moment, not looking happy.)

Mrs. Marion: Your Lady and Lordship, I just saw... (Stops when she sees Peter) What is His Majesty doing kneeling by your feet like a common cur?

(Peter turns his dull look to Mrs. Marion.)

Micky: *mumbles* If it was me, I'd say enjoying the view.

*Lauren discretely elbows Micky.*

Lauren: He's kneeling by his own choice. *shrugs*

Mrs. Marion: How could he be? He's our King, and he only kneels before his wife. (She goes to Peter) Your Majesty, come now! Stand up like a man! (She gasps when he does stand and looks into her eyes) I recognize that look. The clouded eyes and vacant stare... (She turns angrily on Lauren and Micky) How could you have given him the Zombie Spell?

Micky: It was easy, actually.

Mrs. Marion: He can't even speak to give his opinion, the poor man! He's a shell!

Micky: I think it's time you left.

Mrs. Marion: Not until he's restored to his right mind! And I know just how to do it... (She lifts her staff with the ball on it to wave it over Peter)

*Micky's eyes widen, realizing what she's about to do. He jumps up and grabs her staff, near the end with the ball.*

Micky: Not so fast!

Mrs. Marion: Get your dirty hands off my staff! You have your own magic. (Narrows her eyes) And I know how you have it. How did you find that Crystal Ball? I sealed her away for a reason!

Micky: Let’s just say we stumbled upon it.

Mrs. Marion: You should not have listened to her words. She's using you! She only cares about taking the kingdom herself and getting back at ME.

Micky: That isn't what she told us.

Mrs. Marion: Not surprising. She's lying to you. She'll say anything to get what she wants.

Micky: *tugs on the staff* You have one chance to leave under your own power.

Mrs. Marion: Not without the king. We must tell his wife what's going on here.

Micky: *grins* You had your chance. *tugs the staff from Mrs Marion's hands*

Mrs. Marion: (Lunges for it) Give that back to me, boy! You don't know what you're messing with!

(She puts her hands around her Amethyst Talisman.)

Micky: *points the staff at her* Oh, don't I?

Mrs. Marion: It doesn't work without this (indicates her Talisman), and the Talisman doesn't work without ME. It was made for me.

Micky: Oh, really? *points the staff and concentrates. A blue light shoots from the staff and zaps her Talisman.*

Mrs. Marion: No! (But it disappears before she can stop it) Give it back! You don't know how to work it!

Micky: That's what YOU think!

Mrs. Marion: I'm warning you, boy. You don't know what your dealing with. My powers and hers are beyond your little parlor games.

*Micky smirks and points the staff at her again. He concentrates, and another blue light shoots from it. It hits the floor at her feet, causing Mrs. Marion to jump back.*

Mrs. Marion: The staff can only do certain things without me controling my Talisman. You'll not be able to use the full range of its powers.

*Micky tries to outright zap Mrs. Marion, but the light fizzles out in front of her.*

Micky: What the...

Mrs. Marion: (Smirks) You didn't know? The Talismans can't be used to harm their owners.

*Micky lets loose with an aggravated yell and tosses the staff to Lauren, who manages to catch it. He goes over to Mrs. Marion, rope appearing in his hands.*

Mrs. Marion: Mere rope won't hold me for long, boy.

Micky: *as he begins to wrap it around her* This isn't mere rope.

Mrs. Marion: What do you... (she begins to sway a little, her eyes lowering) ...mean...

(Peter looks up at her, frowning.)

Micky: *leans in close* I'm sorry. This feeling won't last long. *makes a chair appear and sits her down*

Mrs. Marion: (Nods) I understand, George. (She leans against the chair, moaning) Oh my...I feel so strange...

*Lauren joins Micky, giving him a questioning look.*

Mrs. Marion: (She looks up at Micky and Lauren and winks at them to indicate that she's mostly all right, then) My head...I feel a bit dazed...

Micky: *returns the wink* You're lucky that's all you feel.

Mrs. Marion: Please...don't harm our King and Queen...

Micky: Hmmmm...no.

Mrs. Marion: What of the child that will be coming into this world soon, and the people of our country who need Peter's leadership?

(Peter looks vaguely from Mrs. Marion to George, totally blank.)

Micky: We have plans. Now, for His Majesty... *Pulls Peter to his feet.*

Lauren: (Strokes his hair) What do you have in mind for our exhaulted leader?

(Peter leans into Lauren's hand, nuzzling it.)

Micky: He's going to join the rest of our ranks as a wolf.

Mrs. Marion: A...wolf? How...

Lauren: (Strokes Peter; he nods) He'll make a fine wolf. (Smirks) And he'll be able to sniff out his former best friend and his men for us. After all, he knows him better than anyone else in the world.

*Micky raises a hand, concentrating on Peter. A blue ball forms in Micky's hands, then shoots light at Peter, enveloping him. When it clears, Peter is now a wolf man, like Andrew.*

Mrs. Marion: (Her eyes widen) Oh...oh my...not our King...

Lauren: (She puts a leash on Peter's collar) Good boy. We'll have to take him to the others. (Peter tries to howl, but he still can't make a sound.)

Mrs. Marion: You won't...get away...with this. What about the Queen?

Micky: *grins at Lauren* I think I'll leave the Queen to my Lady.

Lauren: Oh, I'll be MORE than happy to handle our dear Queen. (She strokes Peter's now-fuzzy head)

Mrs. Marion: You'll not harm her. Not with that child in her.

Lauren: Oh, I won't hurt her physically.

Mrs. Marion: Don't hurt her at all! She's gone through enough! When she sees poor King Peter...

Lauren: (Smirks) We'll need to let the populace know that you are now our King regent, the King being no longer able to function as a ruler. (Strokes Peter's head again) Which he presently isn't.

Micky: *smirks* Yes. My public awaits.

Lauren: After we've made the announcements, we'll take the Wolf Men around Belgravia Castle to sniff out insurgents.

Micky: Right.

Lauren: We could use a few more members for our army.

Mrs. Marion: (Leans against the chair) Please...stop this...all those innocent young men whose lives you've destroyed....

Lauren: They were tax evaders.

Micky: If you can't do the time, then don't do the crime.

Lauren: (She concentrates; there's a poof of purple smoke and sparkles around Mrs. Marion, and she disappears) I just sent her to our dungeon. The other wolves will know what to do with her.

Micky: Perfect.

Lauren: (She tugs on Peter's leash) I'm going to take him to help me handle the ladies. You go make your big announcement.

Micky: *waggles his eyebrows* Gladly.

(And we fade out as Lauren walks off-stage with Peter in one direction and Micky goes off in the other, satisfied.)