And so...where should we start? Right after Micky gets his big news about his...little ones? ;)
Lauren: *grins* Sure!
Peter: Little ones?
Lauren: You've gotta wait for the story, guys. ;-)
Mike: In which case...I'm ready!
Peter: Me, too!
Valerie: What's going on?
Davy: Well, mates, are you havin' a girl or a boy?
Lauren: You'll find out in a moment. ;-)
Emma: Lauren, it's your news, so you start. ;)
Lauren: *both ladies are looking at Micky sprawled out on the couch; sighs* Em, would you mind giving me a hand waking him up? ;-)
Emma: (She's still a bit shocked) Um, yeah, no problem. (Goes to Lauren and helps her shake Micky back to wakefulness) Mick, are you ok? (Grins) Or is that a stupid question? ;)
Micky: *groggy* Wha...stop shakin' me! *blinks* Man, did I have a dream!
Emma: If it has to do with you having twins, it's real. ;)
Micky: *eyes widen again* That wasn't... *pauses, jaw drops* Wow... *breaks out in a wide grin* This is great!
Emma: You're going to be a father...twice over! (Hugs Micky, then Lauren)
Mike: (Emerges from upstairs - he's still a tad pale, but not nearly as bad as he was) What's goin' on around here?
Micky: *buffs his fingernails on his shirt* When I do something, I do it right! *grins*
Lauren: *rolls her eyes* Good grief...
Emma: Mike, Lauren's gonna have twins! (Grabs his hands as he descends the last step)
*Lauren nods.*
Emma: (Sticks her tongue out at Micky) Hey, Mick, give Lauren a little credit, too, you know! She is going to be having the kids! :p
Lauren: *nudges Micky* Yeah, the tough part. :-P
*Micky shrugs.*
Mike: (Eyes widen) Twins? Two kids? (Grins and hugs the pair) Man, guys, that's amazing! We're going to have two little Monkees runnin' around!
Emma: A boy and a girl. They couldn't decide. ;)
Lauren: *points at Micky* He was the one who couldn't decide!
(Emma and Mike just burst out laughing.)
Emma: Mike, if you're up for it, maybe we ought to go announce this to the rest of the family. ;)
Mike: Yeah, I'm ok. It kinda just came and went. (Rubs his stomach) I never had a virus that disappeared as quick as that...
Micky: Ohhh... *looks away*
*Lauren nudges Micky.*
Emma: (Sighs) Well, come on, guys, let's go on the beach and make your announcement. ;)
Lauren: We're comin'! *grins*
(Davy, Valerie, and Peter are in the water together when the others come out. They run up to them, concerned.)
Davy: Well, what's the news, everyone? (Nods at Mike) 'Ey, Mike, are you ok?
Mike: (Nods) Yeah, my stomach's still a little funny, but otherwise, I'm fine. The shakes are long gone, and I ain't sweatin' anymore.
Emma: (Nudges Lauren lightly) Tell them what the doctor told you, Lauren! :D
Lauren: Okay, okay. *grins* I'm gonna have twins. A boy and a girl.
Peter: (City-lighting grin) Hey, guys, that's beyond groovy! (Gives them both a big but gentle hug)
Valerie: (Eyes widen) Oh, my....
Davy: (Slaps Micky on the back) You old dog! I always knew you two were bloody good! ;)
Micky: Hey, thanks, Dave! That means a lot, coming from you. *winks, then grins* ;-)
*Lauren rolls her eyes again, blushing slightly.*
Davy: (Nods) Do we evah 'ave some celebratin' to do! Those two are engaged (indicates Emma and Mike, who are hand in hand), those two are gonna be mums and das (indicates Micky and Lauren, Micky still looking shocked)...if I didn't know any bettah, I'd say we're gettin' pretty close to domestication!
Peter: (Sighs) And I'm in love...more than I've ever been. (Valerie blushes)
Mike: (Pulls out Black Beauty) I'd say this calls for a little beach music. ;)
Peter: (Grabs his bass) What better way to celebrate? :D
Micky: Well, there's food. ;-)
Emma: We've still got some of that, too! (Sits down at the picnic table with the rest of the food)
Davy: Got any peaches left in there, Em? (Davy starts rooting around in the basket)
Mike: Any requests? (Grins at Lauren) How about from Mama Lauren? :)
Emma: (Puts up her arms) The Mother has a request, gentlemen, for one of your latest and greatest songs! ;)
Micky: *smirks* After much conferencing. ;-)
*Lauren elbows Micky.*
(Emma just chuckles.)
Emma: I think some of those songs are among the best you guys ever did. :D
Lauren: *nods* Definitely! :-)
Valerie: I haven't heard them yet! I'd love a preview. :)
Mike: Well, how you ladies feelin'? (Strums his guitar) Crazy, or lazy, or danc-y, or...
Lauren: *nudges Micky* Which category is "As We Go Along" under? ;-)
Emma: (Sighs) Romanc-y. :x
Davy: Shoulda known. ;)
Micky: *smirks* I think she just wants to find out how well my ribs have healed. ;-)
Mike: I like that song, Mick. You sound good it in.
Peter: I think it's one of the prettiest we ever did. :D
Emma: So do I. :)
Micky: Aw, you guys...
(Mike and Peter play the lovely ballad from the film "Head." This is intercut with Micky and Lauren making sandcastles, Emma and Mike walking down the beach hand-in-hand, Peter and Valerie just looking into each other's eyes, and Davy wistfully watching all of his very-much-in-love friends.)
*Micky digs a small trench around the sand castle and grins. Lauren just shakes her head.*
(We also getuts of the four playing the song at the bandstand on the beach.)
(Emma and Mike start chasing each other across the beach. They re-join their friends as the song comes to an end, laughing. As the group sits on the beach together, laughing and enjoying each other's company, the camera travels slowly over the dunes, until it finds three pairs of binoculars. It pulls back to reveal three rumpled purple suits...and the three familar men wearing them.)
Rob: (Grumbling) So, boss, when do we jump them?
Tom: Not now, you fool! They're suspicious enough as it is! (Sighs) We've got to get 'al back.
George: *shakes his head* We wait. It's too soon. (To Tom) We'll get Hal back, don't worry.
Tom: (Mutters) I hope so. (Out loud) It won't be as easy this time to get them to play into our 'ands, and we don't need your damn violent tempah makin' things worse!
George: *thinking out loud* Posing as those guys won't work.
Rob: Nahh, took that idea to the well one too many times.
Goerge: It didn't really work very well the first time.
Tom: They'll guard them birds like bloomin' 'awks (glares at George), especially the one with the bun in 'er oven.
Rob: Buns.
Tom: Buns?
George: *smirks* I was wonderin' what was goin' on.
Rob: Weren't you listenin', boy? (Smacks Tom on the side of the head) She's gonna have twins! There's two kiddies in there!
George: Things are finally looking up. *smirk broadens*
Rob: How?
Tom: I don't see 'ow 'er 'avin' twins is gonna 'elp us.
George: *shakes his head and sighs* Do I have to explain everything?
Rob: (Smirks) We don't got the brilliant minds you do, Boss. Enlighten us lesser bein's.
Tom: (Glares) Rob, don't make trouble!
George: Someone has to carry on the legacy of the Purple Flower Gang, right? *raises an eyebrow*
Tom: You want to raise the bloody brats yourself?
Rob: You don't know nuthin' 'bout kids!
Tom: And as I recall, that bird is stuck on 'er hubby. Wouldn't give you the time of day!
Rob: Or night, for that matter.
George: How hard could it be? *grins* Besides, I'm sure the doll will learn to love me. *mutters* Especially if we get Curly out of the way...
Rob: And my asshole double. He's the one who keeps tryin' to protect the others.
Tom: Mine ain't 'ard to get rid of. Bring a pretty girl 'round and 'e forgets everything.
George: *glares* So do you!
Rob: What 'bout Hal's double? He ain't as slow as Hal. He might catch on, and his doll sure will. She's a really quick study.
George: You're just dyin' to knock off the whole lot of 'em. *shakes his head* You may get the chance.
Rob: My double's doll's got a big mouth and a bigger body. She's just as frickin' protective.
Tom: Aw, admit it, Rob, you're sweet on 'er.
Rob: (Grumbles) I wouldn't touch that fat bitch if you gave me a million dollars. :p
George: Enough sweet talk, Rob. *smirks*
Tom: Well, just 'ow do you plan on gettin' to them? They've got the bloomin' coppahs all ovah the place, not to mention they're all on alert for anything outta the ordinary.
George: Ah, but I do know that Curly and the doll are livin' down the street in some old lady's apartment. They should be easy to get to. The others won't find out right away.
Rob: We'll just have to follow them when they get off the beach. We can't get to them at the beach house. They've got cops watchin' the place, not to mention my double and Tom's and the fat doll.
George: Now you're catchin' on! *smirks*
Tom: But, Boss, this is the third time you've tried for that doll! Won't it be obvious 'o took off with 'er?
George: Yes...but we'll have a new hideout, and we can use Curly as our "protection" against the others. *grins*
Tom: And nothin' so fancy as that bloomin' mansion this time...but no warehouses, eithah. That's the first place they'll look.
Rob: "Protection?"
George: Should the others decide to come after us, we can do some harm to him if they get too close. They wouldn't want anything to happen to either of them. *pauses* No, we'll get something much better than those places...
Rob: Naw, Tom's double in particular is close to Curly, and mine seems to think he's these kids' father or somethin'. He'd probably sacrifice himself or something just as disgustingly noble to keep them out of trouble.
George: They could end up doin' themselves in just to save the other two. *smirks* Saves us the trouble and effort.
Tom: Come again?
Rob: (Grins) You got somethin' good goin' on in that nasty little brain of yours, Boss. I like that. ;)
George: Don't I always? ;-)
Tom: Are we gonna figure out a way to kill the kids without the coppahs knowin?
Rob: I still wanna do it.
George: I may just let you, just so you'll stop talkin' about it.
Tom: Rob, knock it off. Go smash a piece of driftwood or somethin'. (Mutters) Wish 'al were still 'ere. Rob usually picks on 'im to blow off steam.
Rob: So, are we gonna go 'round to the apartment? What about the old lady?
Tom: And the neighbors. They'll report anything unusual they 'ear. They know these kids.
George: Or we could grab them at night, when it's dark and all those neighbors are sleeping.
Rob and Tom: (Nod) Right.
George: See? That wasn't so tough. *smirks*
Rob: I still don't like this. (Grins) Why don't we use those kids for something else? (Grins) We could tell them if they don't pull off robbing some big jewelry shipment, they can kiss Mama and Papa Curlylocks goodbye. (Grins) And then we off Curlylocks anyway and take off with the loot and the dame for the border.
Tom: And maybe bring the fat doll for you, Rob.
Rob: (Glares) Tom, I told you...
George: *grins* Now, see, Rob, you do got some smarts in you!
Rob: (Grins) They show up on occasion. ;P
Tom: That's right, Louvere's in downtown Malibu Beach is 'avin' that big diamond sale. Real classy place, real fancy high-class merchandise. We'll 'ave those kids rob it for us...and let the coppahs believe that they're us.
Rob: (Looks up) We'd better get outta here, guys, and wait for night, before the cops catch us back here. (Makes a face and spits sand) And I'm starting to get sand in my mouth. Would you mind watching where you put your foot, Boss? You keep kickin' half the beach on me! :p
George: *smirks* Sorry, Rob, nervous habit. ;-)
Tom: (Rolls his eyes) Ok, you two, enough. Come on. (Nods and the three leave the sand dune, scurrying in back of the dunes, unseen by the happy kids on the beach.)
(The camera pans back to them. Valerie is reading; Peter leans over, running his fingers through her ponytail. Davy, Lauren, and Micky are finishing their sand castle. Emma and Mike return from the water, dripping wet and hand-in-hand.)
Mike: (Laughs) Told you I was well enough to beat you at body-surfin', Em.
Emma: You only beat me twice. ;)
Davy: (Places a little stick in the top tower) I now christen this abode Castle Monkee! ;)
Lauren: *swats Micky's hand* Stop trying to dig a moat!
Peter: (Sighs) What a great day! I wish it would never end.
Mike: (Looks up at the horizon; the sun has begun its slow decent behind the sea) Yeah, well, unfortunately, it is endin'.
Emma: (Nods) I've got to get dinner going, and you boys have a gig in a few days you have to rest up for.
Valerie: (Smiles and turns over) What an amazing day! (Looks at Micky and Lauren) I still can't believe you two are having twins.
Peter: You know we're all more than willing to help you out, do baby-sitting and all.
Emma: (Nods) You're not alone in this, guys.
Lauren: I can't believe it, either! *glances at Micky* Okay, maybe I can believe it. ;-)
Micky: *waggles his eyebrows* Yeah, we'll need all the help we can get.
(Everyone laughs. Mike flops back on a blanket, still a tad pale but nothing close to earlier that day.)
Mike: I'm just happy I'm feelin' better. (Shrugs) Wish I knew what that flu was. I guess I got somethin' goin' around.
Emma: (Rubs his shoulders) I'm happy you're feeling better, too. (Kisses him, then turns to the others) Come on, guys, let's clean up and go back inside. :)
Micky: Just lemme finish my moat real quick! ;-)
Lauren: Miiiick!
Mike: (Pulls Mick up) Mama Bear said now, boy.
Peter: And what a bear and a wolf says, goes! ;)
(Peter collects the two guitar cases. Valerie is already picking up blankets.)
Micky: *jumps, falls over on the sand, then jumps up* Yes, ma'am, sir!
Davy: Aw, Mick, it looks good enough to eat as it is! I wish we 'ad a camera out 'ere. I think it's the best thing we evah did. ;)
Micky: *looks down at the castle* I still wanted to finish my moat. *pouts*
Lauren: *laughs* Better help Mike and Emma, before they breathe down your neck!
Mike: (Takes Micky firmly but gently by his shoulder) Aw, Mick, there'll be other sandcastles.
Micky: *grins* Gimme the picnic basket. I'll take that in! ;-)
Davy: Should be safe. I don't think there's anything left. ;)
Emma: (Checks the basket) Nope, just silverware and napkins. (Hands Micky the basket) ;)
Micky: *over his shoulder as he starts for the steps* Ha ha, Dave, very funny!
Davy: Ain't I? (Joins Micky, and in a long tracking shot, we see the entire group in a line walking across the beach, up the steps, and into the Pad.)
(Fade out from this scene to Lauren and Micky walking into their apartment, laughing and holding one another.)
Micky: Man, those goofballs... (grins as he closes the door and locks it) I'm almost afraid of the kind of influence they'll be on our children! ;)
Lauren: *quirks an eyebrow, grins* Them?
Micky: Why, their papa wouldn't dream of teaching them such bad manners! (Thinks, then grins) Well, ok, maybe one or two. (Takes her gently in his arms and kisses her lightly on the neck)
Lauren: *sighs* Or how to dig a moat... ;-)
Micky: Naturally. Those two will know how to build things. (Grins) And how to play music. They'll be hearing Monkee music in the womb. It'll be in their blood. ;)
Lauren: They'll have mostly good influences. *winks*
Micky: (Grins) Yeah. Mama will teach them manners...(starts nuzzling her ear)...Auntie Emma will teach them how to read and cook...Aunt Valerie will teach them how to play classical music...
Lauren: *grins* As long as Uncle Mike doesn't teach them how to swear in Spanish, we'll be okay. *grins*
Micky: Or in English, for that matter. Aunt Em better not teach them any nasty words, either. (They don't notice the three figures outside, stumbling over each other in the dark) Why don't you and I...make use of our quiet time...before the kids arrive? (Turns her face to his and kisses her very gently)
*Lauren sighs.*
(The three figures haul themselves up to the small balcony outside as Lauren and Micky settle down on the bed, kissing and running their fingers over each other. We switch to those three rather familiar figures - the remaining members of the Purple Flower Gang. Rob and George have guns. Tom carries a length of rope.)
Tom: That was one of the most embarrasin' things we evah did, climbin' up the side of normal 'ouses... (Peers inside and makes a face) 'Ey, are you sure this is a good time to grab them, Boss? They're makin' out!
Rob: (Gags) Oh, man....
George: It's either now or wait until they're...finished. *frowns*
Tom: (He's grinning ear-to-ear) Could we wait? This is bettah than me pornos!
Rob: That could take all night! :p
George: You're a sick man, Tommy. *shakes his head* It probably could take all night. :-P
Rob: Let's just go in, Boss. I'm gettin' tired of watin'.
George: Right.
(Rob pulls open the French doors on the balcony. The three storm into the room, Rob and George pointing guns at the pair. They turn to face the intruders, angry, annoyed, frightened, and a little embarrassed.)
Rob: Well, well, seems we picked an interestin' time to visit.
Lauren: *eyes wide, groans* Not again!
George: Very interestin'. So would've been the show if we'd waited. *smirks*
Tom: (Grins) Told you we shoulda waited, Boss! ;)
*George glares at Tom.*
Rob: Tommy, get your mind out of your dick for once and make some use of yourself.
(Rob pulls Micky to his feet, pointing the gun at his head.)
Rob: You're both comin' with us, kiddies.
Micky: *stuttering* Couldn't we t-talk this out?
Rob: Oh, we'll talk all right. We'll talk in the car on the way to our nice new place.
Tom: (Holds the ropes menacingly over Micky) What do you say, Boss? Why don't we bring both of them for a nice litt'l chat 'bout all the 'arm their antics 'ave done our organization?
Rob: And about how much the Boss is dying to become a father. ;) >:)
George: I think a nice chat would do them good. *grins, moving toward Lauren*
*Lauren moves back as far as she can.*
Micky: Hey!
(Micky starts toward Lauren, but Rob grabs his arms.)
George: *takes one of Lauren's arms and tugs lightly* C'mon, doll. You're comin', too.
(Tom loops the ropes around Micky's wrists and chest. Rob pulls a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and binds it tightly around Micky's mouth.)
*Lauren looks on in horror and allows herself to be pulled by George, who leads her back to the small group.*
Rob: (Points the gun at the now-bound drummer) That's right, doll, you don't have much of a choice about joinin' us. If you don't go nice with our boss (shoves the gun a little harder into Micky's temple), we could off your hubby.
Tom: 'E'll do it, too. You know that, doll.
George: And I know you don't want that. *grins*
Lauren: *fearful; quietly* I'll come along. *gulps*
(Micky's eyes widen, and he starts shouting under the gag, shaking his head wildly.)
Rob: Good. Curly agrees.
George: Now that we're all agreed, we can all leave together.
Rob: Through the front door this time (nods at Lauren), so the little mother doesn't hurt the Boss's babies. >:)
(Micky's muffled screams reach a fever pitch; he struggles wildy, but Rob leads him out the door.)
*Lauren pales slightly as George nudges her out, still grinning.*
(Tom follows, still pointing the gun.)