(We open backstage as Lauren follows Micky to the dressing rooms.)

Micky: Damn it! Damn! (He brushes the last of the flowers from his hair)

Lauren: Mick! Hang on a minute, would you?

Micky: (Turns to Lauren) What was THAT all about, huh? (Jabs a finger at her) I know that was yours and Mrs. Marion's doing. Those weren't MY special effects, and purple is YOUR color! The ball was just supposed to bounce around me a little and squirt me, not give me razzberries and make my hair grow!

Lauren: *folds her arms* Weren't you saying something about wanting something extra special in the effects for the audience? I was trying to help! I can't help it if you decide it isn't to your liking.

Micky: Yeah, but I didn't mean for you to attack me! I'm not going to...I can't be an evil warlock if my hair is on fire!

Lauren: *smirks* But it wasn't on fire. It just had a few flowers in it.

Micky: I don't need to be starting a garden in my head, either!

Lauren: But the crowd loved it!

Micky: Yeah, but those guys... (Instantly stops himself) But I looked goofy.

Lauren: *raises an eyebrow, but chooses not to ask; smirks* Since when has looking goofy bothered you?

Micky: It does now!

Lauren: Why?

Micky: (Waves his arms) Because it does! My career could depend on it, ok?

Lauren: How could your career depend on it?

Micky: (Finally blurts out) There's Hollywood producers out there!

Lauren: Is THAT what this is all about?

Micky: Baaaabbbee, this is a big deal! You know the group is falling in the tanks. This could be my big chance here!

Lauren: Mick, I understand that. However, I think, as usual, you've blown this a little out of proportion. And, frankly, you're driving some people nuts.

Micky: Yeah, who?

Lauren: Everybody, myself included. Micky: Babe, look. Just let me do something spectacular for the musical shop sequence. I promise I'll tone it down after that, ok?

Lauren: Okay, Mick, you can do something for the shop sequence. Just keep it in character, okay?

Micky: (Puts up a hand) I promise, babe. Savage's honor.

Lauren: I'm going to hold you to this.

Micky: I'll be good! (He gives Lauren a kiss on her cheek) I'd better go. They're probably setting up the Lone Star Town and Shop set as we speak!

Lauren: *grins* Better get going, then.

Micky: Love ya, babe! See you later! (He heads off. Lauren goes into the dressing room, shaking her head. Cut to the stage. The Angelettes stand stage center as the rest of the Lone Star Town set - it looks like the set for Avon-on-Calling in "Fairy Tale Revisited" with different signs and a large, old-fashioned manor house in the background. Extras in peasant costumes bustle around them.)

Audrey: Hey, folks! We're shoppin' in Lone Star Town, right outside of Lone Star Manor! (Frowns) Rumor has it that things are gettin' real bad here. Lord Michael and his ward David have disappeared, and the King don't seem to care too much.

Winnie: That Lord George's settin' up taxes on everythin' in sight! I knew he was no good!

Lillian: (Points to the shop with the piano in the window; we see Nyles in a peasant's outfit and an apron, polishing the piano) Hey, look! There's a new music shop in town! Maybe we can get new instruments!

Winnie: (Mutters) If we can still afford to.

Lillian: Come on, guys! (We follow them to the shop. As they make their way across the stage, they crash into two figures. The taller figure wears a heavy brown cloak. The shorter one has a blue cloak. They both carry baskets. The taller one has a burlap bag filled with something yellowish on his hip.)

Audrey: Hey, watch it, buddy! (As the two men hurry into a small house) How rude can you get?

Winnie: Is it just me, or do those guys seem kinda familiar?

Audrey: (Rolls her eyes) It's just you. (She grabs Winnie's hand and Lillian follows them into the shop. It's Peter's Music Shop from "Fairy Tale Revisited." Jessie, wearing a tightly laced red peasant gown, stands behind the counter.)

Jessie: (As the Angellettes browse) You know, Nyles, this is kind of fun! I like being shopkeepers. I like it almost as much as being and advisor! You get to play lots of nice instruments and meet great people!

Nyles: *nods* Yeah, this is fun!

Jessie: I wonder what Lord...um, Mr. George is doin' in the back with those girls? (She nods at a door that leads behind the "shop")

Nyles: *shrugs* I don't know.

Jessie: I wanna see what he's doing. Can you handle the front while I go back there?

Nyles: Sure!

(Jessie lets Nyles handle the Angellettes' purchases while she goes "in the back." The wall "behind" the shop splits open to reveal the back of the shop. Micky, dressed in his Innkeeper costume, moves around crates of musical instruments...and pots and containers of potions and powders. Two elaborate, full-length mirrors stand on either side of the room.)

Jessie: Hi, Lord...um, Mr. George! What are you doin' back here? We thought you might have gotten lost in all these crates or something!

Micky: Lost, my dear? Not a chance. Just taking care of a few problems.

Jessie: What problems? (She goes by the mirror on her right...and does a double take when her reflection looks like Emma!) Hey! That's not me! I think.

Emma: No, it's not.

Micky: *smirks* No, those are the problems.

Jessie: (Turns around...and sees Daphne in the other mirror) What's going on here?

Emma: George, let us out!

Jessie: How come I look like them?

Micky: *sighs* You don't look like them. They're in those mirrors.

Jessie: Woooowww!

Emma: He imprisoned us in these enchanted mirrors!

Daphne: Help!

Micky: Nice trick, huh?

Jessie: What are we gonna do with them?

Micky: Enjoy their company.

Jessie: Are the people in the store gonna see them

Micky: They'll be staying back here.

Emma: No! Please don't do this to us! At least let the girl go!

Micky: Why should I?

Emma: She has her whole life ahead of her! We won't tell anyone!

Micky: Cry me a river!

Jessie: Oh, by the way, Mr. George, I wanted to tell you that we haven't seen any gypsies or musicians or anyone who looked like the thieves yet. The boys in the tavern next door are gettin' kinda bored, and really sloshed.

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Thank you.

Emma: George, I'm warning you. The Queen will miss us eventually...and she WILL have your hides for doing this to us!

Micky: *points a finger at Emma* How is she going to find out?

Emma: We won't be at the castle. We're always at the castle at this time of the day!

Micky: You can warn me until you're blue in the face. Frankly, I really don't care.

Jessie: Hey! (She peers into the "front store" as John, Chris, Danny, and Marcus enter. They're dressed as noblemen in fine clothing like what Mike and Davy wore in the first sequence) I think I know those guys.

John: Hello? (Rings a small bell) Hello? (He keeps ringing the bell)

Micky: Who's out there?

John: It is we, the Lords of, uh, Manning Manor, just outside Houstonia. We've come to see your fine wares.

Jessie: Ooh, they're kinda cute! And it looks like they're loaded!

Micky: Loaded, hm? Perhaps we should find out what they're interested in. *motions for Jessie to go out first*

Jessie: (Goes out to the counter) Hello, gentlemen. What would you be interested in?

Chris: Your melons.

John: (Gives him a whack upside the head as Jessie blushes; so the audience can't hear) That's not in the script! Get your mind out of the gutter, boy!

Chris: I'm sorry! It slipped!

Micky: *mutters* Then slip it back in.

John: (Takes Jessie's hand and kisses it as the two hooded figures the Angellettes saw earlier enter) I'm sorry for my uncouth colleague's manners, dear. You're too lovely to be treated in such a rough manner.

Jessie: Oooh, you're soooo romantic!

*Micky rolls his eyes as he moves behind the counter.*

John: (As the two figures move around, admiring the instruments) We'd like to see your finest mandolins and tambourines, please. Only the highest-quality.

Marcus: Very top-drawer, of course.

Chris: Uh, yeah. We want nice stuff, too!

Micky: Of course. *motions to Jessie and Nyles* If you two don't mind...

Jessie: Sure! (She goes to Micky; mutters loud enough so the audience can hear but the guys can't) Which ones are the enchanted mandolins?

*Micky sighs, irritated, then points at the mandolins.*

Jessie: Ok! (Looks at Nyles) We gotta get those. They're THOSE mandolins. The real special ones.

(They go over to a rack of dark-wood mandolins. They almost seem to pulse with a strange dark energy.)

John: Those mandolins? (Raises an eyebrow)

(No one notices a purple ball float into the room through a "window"...except for a wary Micky.)

Jessie: Yeah! (She and Nyles carry the mandolins over) These are real special! Top drawer, and all that stuff. Right, Nyles?

Nyles: Right! You bet!

John: (Holds up a pince-nez and inspects the mandolins as the two figures deftly make their way around Nyles and Jessie without them noticing...but Micky does) I don't see anything special about them.

Marcus: (Bored) They look quite ordinary to me!

*Micky's eyes narrow as he watches the two figures.*

Jessie: Yeah, but listen to the music they make! (Jessie strums the mandolin. John picks it up and starts playing it...and launches us into our next song, "99 Pounds." John's mouth opens, and he lets out a stream of "truths"...though to the relieved sigh under the brown cloak, none of them involve filched gold and secret identities.)

*Micky smirks, realizing the mandolins are "doing their trick."*

(A brown-booted foot kicks Micky in the rear under the brown cloak.)

(Chris tries to give Jessie a smooch, but she pinches his cheeks instead and giggles. He's so cute!)

(The blue cloaked-figure makes his way around Jessie. His hands fly into her shirt. She slaps them back. Uh-uh! No touching the melons!)

*Micky whirls on the figure in the brown cloak, but the figure has ducked away already!*

(Marcus hands Nyles a mandolin. As he spits out several "truths", he gets his pants unbuckled and runs off with the gold belt buckle.)

(The blue cloaked figure gets Micky's gold belt buckle.)

(The brown cloaked figure tries to reach over and find Nyles' talisman, but Nyles sees his hand.)

(Now Chris has the mandolin and is spitting out truths, some tearfully. Marcus sits him down on a lounge and takes notes.)

(Jessie plays a harp to a rapt audience of Danny and several male passers-by.)

(The boys from the bar next-door come in just in time to see John pull Nyles' pants down and the blue-cloaked figure pull Micky's pants down.)

Jessie: I love your boxers, guys! (She sniggers. The men just burst into laughter)

*Micky fumes.*

Marcus: (As Chris gets to his feet and the men draw swords) Oooh, company! (He draws his own sword. The robed figures also draw swords...rather familiar ones... )

John: This could be fun. (He leans over the brown-hooded figure and whispers loud enough for the audience to hear) You and the kid get in the back and see what you can unload. We'll keep these guys busy.

(The brown figure nods as he and the blue-hooded figure fight with the Sheriff's men. The brown-hooded figure easily cuts down the men, disarming them and knocking them out...until he finds himself looking into the eyes of Micky.)

Micky: *smirks* Well, well, well, what have we got here?

(The hooded figure's only reply is to knock the sword out of Micky's hand and send him crashing into Nyles and another one of his men! He and the blue-hooded figure duck into the back as John and Marcus finish off the other men and Chris and Danny tie the ones on the floor up with packing rope.)

*Micky grumbles as he and the other two untangle themselves.*

(Cut back to the "back room." The purple ball follows them there, the magic bouncing lightly off of the two mirrors on the walls. The boys start to push crates out the windows...until they hear a soft voice.)

Voice: They're here, my Lords.

Mike: Huh?

Voice: Your heart's desires are here. Look for the music in your hearts.

Davy: Did I mention I was nevah very good at riddles?

Mike: Speak plainly! We don't understand what you mean!

Voice: (As the ball darts between the mirrors) Look in the mirrors. Look for the other half of you.

Mike: (Looks in the mirror...and jumps back when he sees Emma) Yikes!

Emma: Please! Whomever you are, help us!

Davy: *sees Daphne in the other* Wow!

Daphne: Get us out of these darn things!

Mike: (Goes to the mirror and touches it) But we don't know how!

Voice: The music...use the music in your souls...the music that binds you...

Mike: I'll bet we have to play somethin' to get you guys outta here.

Voice: Yes. Play the music in your heart, and you'll free your soulmate.

Davy: *picks up a tambourine* Couldn't 'urt.

Mike: (Sighs and looks at Emma; murmurs loud enough for audience to hear but not Em) Oh, Emily, I wish...I wish... (Sighs again and takes a mandolin) Don't look like we have a choice.

Emma: (All four jump when Nyles is thrown into the back room) And hurry! It's getting crowded out there!

Nyles: Anyone get the number of that truck? *stumbles out to the front again*

Mike: (Tries to disguise his voice with a heavier accent as Nyles leaves) Yeah, I see what you mean, ma'am. (He plays the first notes of "Don't Call On Me" as a purple light slowly spreads. Emma is able to push her fingertips through the "glass!")

Emma: It's working! Keep playing!

*Davy starts jangling his tambourine in time with Mike's tune. Daphne is able to start pushing her fingers through the "glass."*

(Mike finishes the song. There's a burst of sparkly light flowing around the mirror. Mike finally takes Emma's hand and helps her out of the mirror!)

Emma: Thank you, kind sir!

Mike: (Heavier accent) Don't thank me, lil' lady. Thank that voice.

*Davy finishes his part of the song. Daphne jumps out of her mirror and right into his arms, though his face remains hidden.*

Daphne: Thank you, both of you!

Mike: It was nothin', darlin'.

Emma: How can we ever thank you? (She reaches over to pull down his hood, but Mike takes her hand)

Mike: Don't do that, darlin'. I'm sorry, but we can't reveal ourselves.

Davy: *nods* Unfortunately.

Emma: Isn't there anything we can do for you? (Looks around) And where's that strange purple ball?

Mike: (Frowns) I dunno, darlin'. It disappeared while we were playin'.

Emma: Please. (Takes his arm as he turns to go) Who are you? How were you able to help us?

Mike: Let's just say the kid and are just a couple of guys who save damsels in distress.

Emma: Like the White Knight of the ancient legends?

Mike: Yeah, sorta.

Davy: You could say that.

Mike: (Grins) There is one thing you can do for us, ladies.

Emma: What? What is it?

(Mike reaches over and gives Emma a kiss, without pulling down his hood. While Emma stands dazed at center-stage, Mike hurries over and jumps out the window. We hear an "oof," a crash, and an "ow, who put that crate there?" as Emma touches her cheek and blushes.)

Emma: (To herself; audience doesn’t hear) He's still got it.

*Davy does the same with Daphne, but when he jumps out the windows, we hear an "oof" from both guys and a mumbled "Sorry, Mike."*

Daphne: *grins; to herself* Wow...

Emma: (Looks at Daphne with a dazed smile) Wow, what kissers!

Daphne: Uh huh!

(Micky finally makes his way in, trying to pull his pants back up, followed by Nyles and Jessie.)

Jessie: Darn it, they're not here!

Micky: The mirrors! Those two women are gone!

(The purple ball reappears, floating around the room. It finally stops center stage, near Emma. There's a poof of purple smoke, and Mrs. Marion appears, holding the ball. She places it on top of her staff again and turns to Micky.)

Emma: Yeah, we're gone, all right. We were saved by... (grins thoughtfully) a White Knight and his apprentice.

Micky: *points at Mrs. Marion* You... you...*aggravated growl*

Mrs. Marion: (Turns to Micky; narrows her eyes) I know you did this to them, Lord George. I'll see to it that you never try something like this again. (She waves her wand around both girls; purple sparkles settle on them) These women, and the women of the Queen's Guards, are now under my protection and the protection of the White Knight, his apprentice, and their men. If you ever try to harm them again, you will feel the wrath of my magic...and his sword.

Micky: *sneers* I'm shaking.

(Mrs. Marion waves her staff. A bolt of purple lighting effects "lightning" comes very close to hitting Micky!)

Emma: Darn, she missed.

Micky: We are far from finished.

Mrs. Marion: Yes, we are. I know you're doing something to our king. (Frowns) And that someone is doing something to YOU. You were never like this before, George, you or Lauren. You're hiding something.

Micky: *spreads his arms* Hiding what?

Mrs. Marion: I don't know yet (to Emma and Daphne; loud enough for the audience but not Micky to hear) but we're going to find out.

Jessie: What are we gonna do now, Lord George? All those guys are gone!

Emma: They got away?

Jessie: Yeah! They ran off in some carriage!

Mrs. Marion: You'll never find them, George. Your men couldn't find a giant in a mountain range!

Micky: You are REALLY getting on my nerves.

Mrs. Marion: Shall we return to the castle, ladies? Our work here is done, I think.

Emma: (Nods) And we must return to the Queen. She'll be missing us.

Daphne: *also nods* If she isn't already.

Mrs. Marion: I'll return you myself (glares at George) before certain people get ideas. (She waves her staff. There's a puff of purple smoke around her, Emma, and Daphne, and they disappear in a purple light)

Jessie: Aw, man! (She turns to George) What are we going to do now?

Micky: We'll just have to try something a little different.

Jessie: Yeah! We'll get them! (Turns to Nyles) Right, honey?

Nyles: Right!

(And the set slides out to reveal the Belgravia Castle set as we fade out on Micky.)