Peter: (He looks at Micky) I await your commands.

(Micky runs his fingers against Peter's chin, then lifts them, beckoning him to stand. He does so.)

Micky: I have an idea. I believe it's time we pay our extra special guests a visit. *evil grin*

Peter: Our guests?

(Micky goes to a part of the wall and pushes a "block." The block moves in...and the set in front moves to reveal what looks like the dungeon set from "Hell Bent" and "The Three Monkee-Teers," among others.)

Peter: What is this place, Master?

Micky: Ah, this is where we, ahem, entertain our guests.

Peter: Who are the guests?

Micky: I think you'll recognize them.

(Peter follows Micky's gesturing hands, and Lauren follows him. They walk down the hall. One side is lined with cages, many filled with animals, some familiar, some almost monster-like. The other side is an ordinary prison. There are two people in the last cell, a handsome, slightly older man in fine red robes not unlike Mike and Davy's from the beginning. Next to him is an attractive young woman with long golden hair and large blue eyes. She wears a tattered blue velvet gown. Both are chained heavily to the wall.)

Peter: They are familiar.

Woman: Your Majesty? What are you doing here? (Her eyes whip to Micky) What have you done to him?

Micky: He's here to help us.

Man: Help you? (Turns to Peter) Your Majesty, surely you wouldn't help a warlock like him!

Peter: He is my master.

Man: WHAT? Peter, it's me, Andrew! (Nods at the woman) And Lorrena! We're your advisors! I advised your father when he was alive, boy!

Peter: I obey my master.

Lorrena: No one's your master! You're our king!

Micky: *smirks* Not anymore.

Andrew: Release him, George! You've cast one of your hexes over him!

Micky: So what if I have? His mind hasn't been right since the war anyway.

Andrew: I know it hasn't. The boy has many burdens. I've talked to him about that. (Angrily) But this is not the way to relieve him of them!

Micky: Seems as good as any to me.

Lorrena: Please, let us go! Let Peter go! The kingdom needs us!

Andrew: And what of Michael? If you've harmed or hexed him, too...

Micky: We've banished him, and his little ward David.

Andrew: I know Michael. You may have sent him away, but he'll find a way to return.

Lorrena: Michael is stubborn and clever. You'll never keep him down for long!

Andrew: He'll raise an army and kick your rear end so far, they'll be looking for it half-way to the China Tea lands!

Micky: I'd like to see that.

Peter: They are our guests. What will we do with them, Master?

Micky: *places a hand on Peter's shoulder* Your Majesty, how would you like to decide what we do with our guests?

Peter: Me? A slave?

Andrew: Peter, you're our king! You're no slave, boy!

Micky: *ignores Andrew* Yes, you.

Peter: Maybe they shouldn't talk.

Andrew: Your Majesty!

Lorrena: (Sobs) Peter, please!

Peter: And she shouldn’t cry.

Micky: Excellent ideas, Sire!

Peter: (He tugs Lorrena's hair) We could make it so no one knows who they are. So they aren't very noble or pretty.

Lorrena: (Cries louder) No! Your majesty, stop!

Andrew: George, let him go! He doesn't know what he's saying!

Micky: *leans over into Andrew's face* Does it LOOK like I care?

(Andrew spits in George's face.)

Micky: *wipes his face off* You'll pay for that, Andrew.

Andrew: That's what you think, Warlock.

Lorrena: (George nods; Lauren takes her shoulders) Wha...what are you doing?

Andrew: George, if you have to take it out on someone, attack me.

Micky: Oh, we will.

Lorrena: No! No! (But George yanks her hard by her hair)

Micky: Quiet! We've heard enough from both of you!

Peter: (Hands Micky an earthenware pot) Did you want this, Master?

Micky: Yes, thank you. *pulls out a potion and nods to Lauren* Hold her tight.

Lorrena: Please! Your Majesty, don't let them do this to you! (She struggles)

Lauren: *holds onto Lorrena tightly* Stop squirming!

*Micky pours the potion into Lorrena's mouth and makes her swallow it.*

(Lorrena gags, spluttering. She opens her mouth to sob again, but can no longer make any noise. Tears run down her cheeks in horror.)

Andrew: What have you done to her?

Micky: Merely silenced her.

(Lorrena leans her head on Andrew's shoulders, silently crying.)

Andrew: Restore her voice at once!

Micky: No.

Peter: What else can these powders do? (He pokes at the earthenware pot)

(Lorrena sobs harder, thrashing helplessly.)

Micky: I believe Lorrena needs to be calmed down. Would you like to try, Sire?

Andrew: Peter, are you mad? Don't do it!

Peter: I will try it. (He takes the earthenware vessel) How do I do it?

(Lorrena tries to move closer to Andrew.)

Micky: *points at another potion* Have her drink this one.

Peter: Yes, Master. (He takes the Vessel Micky's indicated and goes to Lorrena) You must drink this, Lady Lorrena.

(Lorrena shakes her head and turns away.)

Peter: You must. Master said for you to. (George yanks her head and forces her mouth open. Peter pours the potion down her throat. She gags again, but her eyes finally glaze over, and she smiles a little, her head rolling back.)

Andrew: Lorrena? (Looks angrily at George) What have you done to her?

Micky: As I said, we've merely helped her to relax.

Peter: (He strokes her hair and face) She is pretty and sweet. You could make her something or do something to her face or make her your slave, too.

Andrew: Let the girl alone!

Peter: (As Lorrena nuzzles his hand) She likes to be petted.

Micky: Help yourself, Sire.

Peter: (Strokes her) Maybe we should make her an animal. I would like to see one of those strange creatures. (Indicates the weird, monster-like "animals" in the cages. Runs his fingers through her hair) We should play with her.

(Peter strokes her cheeks. Micky turns back around, preparing potions in jars.)

Peter: You should keep her, Master. She would be fun to play with.

Micky: I think we could do that.

Andrew: You'll do no such thing, to her or me.

Peter: Let's make her something fun.

Micky: Go right ahead, Sire.

Peter: Is the potion ready?

Andrew: Peter, no! Don't listen to him!

Micky: *hands it to Peter* It's all ready.

(Micky and Peter coat her face with a strange, bluish powder. Micky hands Peter a knife. He cuts her cheek, letting the blood flow, then cuts off a large lock of golden hair and adds it to the potion.)

Peter: I will give this to her.

Andrew: No! Stop! (He tries to kick at Peter)

(Peter manages to duck away. Micky opens Lorrena's mouth again. Peter pours a bluish potion into it. She coughs and sputters again. There's a dark light and a tremendous puff of smoke and glitter around her. When it subsides, a fluffy golden creature lays on the ground where Lorrena was. It's not like any animal ever seen before. It has an ugly, stretched face, a long tongue, and large paws. It turns over on it's stomach as Peter strokes it.)

Andrew: LORRENA! What did you DO to her!

Peter: She'll play now.

(Lauren takes a rope and a collar and puts it around Lorrena's neck. She nuzzles Lauren's hand and licks it.)

Lauren: What a sweet little creature you are.

Andrew: She looks horrifying! What have you done to her?

(She runs around, pawing the ground and the hay, occasionally licking hands.)

Peter: She is a pet. We will keep her.

(Lauren lifts Lorrena and puts her in a cage as Micky turns to Andrew.)

Micky: Now, what to do with you...

Andrew: You'll not turn me into some ugly little thing for your amusement!

Peter: Maybe we can make him into something else. He could help us.

Andrew: NEVER!

Micky: *nods* Yes, I believe we should.

Andrew: (Growls) You're mad, boy.

Micky: Mad? Mad, you say? *wide grin, then laughs evilly*

Andrew: They'll hang you when they find out what you've done! (Growls) And what did you do with our talismans?

Micky: They won't find out. Your talismans are in a safe place.

Andrew: Where? I don't trust you.

Micky: Ouch. That just hurts me deeply.

Andrew: Where are our talismans? And Michael's? What have you done to him? You lured us to Lone Star Manor for a reason, but we found you and your woman, not him or David.

Peter: Where is Michael?

Micky: I told you, we have the talismans. And WE didn't do anything to him.

Andrew: What do you mean? Where is he? Is he alright?

Micky: You ask too many questions, Andrew.

Peter: Master, where is Michael? Is he still in the Parched Mountains?

Andrew: The Parched Mountains? Good heavens, what is he doing there? We only send our worst criminals to that horrible place!

Micky: I don't see any reason he wouldn't be.

Andrew: What's he doing there in the first place?

Peter: He is a criminal.

Andrew: Balderdash. Michael's never been accused of anything worse than being stubborn.

Micky: Well, it would appear that he's been charged for your deaths, since no one can seem to find you.

Andrew: No! You can't do that! Granted, Michael has a temper as hot as flame when roused and his ward is nearly as bad, but he wouldn't kill anyone...least of all us!

Micky: *shakes his head* We found the evidence! Your deaths were quite gruesome, I'm afraid.

Andrew: You PLANTED the evidence! How did you convince the court that this was real? Queen Valeria is no fool. (Looks at the blank Peter) Nor is the King, when he's in his right mind.

Micky: It worked.

Andrew: What of the Queen's guards? They're all intelligent women. Lorrena was of their rank for several years. How did you fool them? (Smirks) Especially Michael's fiancee, Lady Emily. She's as stubborn as he is, and possibly even more intelligent.

Micky: *folds his arms* We managed.

Peter: Let's change him, Master. We can use him. He's very strong.

Andrew: You'll not do to me what you did to poor Lorrena!

Micky: Yes, I'm tired of listening to his mouth.

Peter: (As Lauren returns with another pot) What are we going to do with him?

Micky: How about we turn him into a wolf-man?

Peter: A wolf-man? (Thinks) Yes. A wolf's senses and body, but a man's mind.

Andrew: You're insane! Your Majesty, DON'T!

(Peter ignores him. Lauren hands him the earthenware vessel. Micky yanks Andrew's mouth open, and Peter pours the liquid in. Andrew sputters and growls, screaming. His growls become inhuman howls as black smoke surrounds him. When the smoke dissipates, a howling wolf-creature in Andrew's clothes stands before them. He stands upright like a man, but he has the face, paws, and fur of a very large gray wolf. He howls and pants and scratches himself.)

Peter: He is a wolf-man now. He will serve us.

Micky: Excellent.

(Lauren takes a long chain leash and heavy leather collar from a shelf near the cages. She puts it around Andrew's neck and chains him to the wall of the prison. He howls angrily, confused and frightened.)

Micky: *claps Peter's shoulder* Well done, Sire. Perhaps, now that our business is done, you should go back to Valeria.

Peter: Yes. I want to go back to Valeria.

(Micky and Lauren lead Peter out of the dungeon. Micky closes the door again. Lauren lays Peter down on the couch.)

Peter: Return me to Valeria.

Micky: Now, Sire, just relax a few moments. *rubs Peter's head as he did before*

Peter: Yes...yes... (His eyes close again)

Micky: When you open your eyes again, Peter, you will be charming and affectionate. You are to distract Valeria from learning what has happened here.

Peter: (He smiles) Yes, Master. (He opens his eyes and grins) Hello, Micky...um, George. Why don't we go find Valeria? (Smirks) I'm sure in the mood for a little "us" time, if you know what I mean. In fact, you're in charge for the rest of the afternoon. We will be very busy.

Micky: *grins, though more at Peter's slip than the script calls for* Certainly, Your Majesty. Enjoy yourselves.

Peter: (He's blushing, but he still smiles) Sure! (He heads out)