Everyone ready to help Micky show Mr. Hamilton how much we love his show? :)

Peter: Me! I like all the different music on Micky's station! :D

Mike: Me too, Pete.

Davy: I'll 'elp when I get 'ome. :)

Micky: I can feel the love already. ;)

Mike: How 'bout the twins? You two ready to help Daddy? ;)

Little Mick: Yeah! Help Daddy! :D

Shelly: We good help! :)

(We open in the Pad. Everyone sits in the living room, around a radio. Peter, Valerie, and Davy are there, too, Davy still dressed for clubbing in good slacks and a jacket.)

Jack, over the radio: And that was "Party Doll" by Buddy Knox. You've been a grea audience out there tonight. Most of my requests here are older than those calling in for them! ;) Here's another, the lesser-known "When" by the Kalin Twins. *the song begins*

Mike: (Smiles) It's great to hear some of these older songs again. :)

Emma: I haven't heard some of the songs from the 50s and early 60s in years!

Peter: I wasn't really into rock when I was a kid, so I'm hearing some of these songs for the first time. :)

Valerie: Me too. I mostly listened to classical music as a girl.

Peter: Me too! :D

Micky: *nods* It is. I wonder if Jack may be making some of these "requests" himself. He's the only one who ever plays "When" besides me. ;)

Davy: It's been great to 'ear some of these calls, too.

Mike: I wonder if he's had as many calls as he says he has. Not all of them have been broadcasted.

Micky: Probably not. When the requests get slow, we have a tendency to pick out songs ourselves and say they're requests. ;)

Valerie: But will it be enough to convince your boss that the station is popular?

Micky: *crosses his fingers* I hope so.

Peter: You've heard all the calls they've gotten tonight, Val, real or made-up!

Emma: (Sighs) I wish we could do something else to make people call in! It's late. A lot of this station's audience is asleep or almost there by now.

Mike: Yeah, darlin', but there are other people on the night-shift, not to mention insomniacs and night owls, who listen to the radio late at night.

Micky: And college kids. ;)

Lauren: Who fit under all of those categories. ;)

(Chuckles.)

Mike: (Thoughtful) What if WE went to the station? Val, your dad has pull in the business world. Maybe WE could talk to Hamilton.

Valerie: (Sighs) He doesn't know much about the radio business, though.

Peter: Why would he listen to us?

Micky: Because we're persuasive? ;)

Mike: (Grins) Hey, guys, do you remember what we did when they were going to take us off the "Captain Crocodile" show? ;)

Peter: Yeah.

Davy: It didn't work. Captain Crocodile just sicced 'is bratty fans on us, and then the show they DID give us wasn't really for us, just another man in a silly suit doin' funny voices in front of kids. :p

Mike: Well, that was a few years ago. We've had time to perfect the art of bein' sneaky by now. ;)

Valerie: We've got to convince the station owner that this new fellow you've mentioned is wrong and plenty of people, young AND old, listen to the station.

Davy: Wot about the twins? They're as young a demographic as you can get without goin' into those who ain't born yet. ;)

Valerie: They're too young. They don't buy records and frequent the local shops yet. :p

Micky: And all they do is dance along. They don't know the words yet. ;)

Peter: But they're so cute! How could anyone resist them? :)

Lauren: Poster children. ;)

Mike: I say it's time we show the suits that we want variety in our music. ;)

Davy: 'Ow, Mike? Daphne's not comin' back for a few days, and everyone else we know is asleep or playin' a gig or too drunk or stoned to be of much use.

Emma: Hey, would it do any good to call Nyles? He's the closest. ;)

Peter: And a friend of Jack’s, as I recall. :D

Micky: It couldn't hurt. He's big on music, too. ;)

Mike: Go call him, Mick. You're good at translatin' him when he's been havin' too good of a time. ;)

Micky: Let’s see how lucid he is right now. *goes over to the phone; picks it up and dials*

Nyles, over the phone: Your dime.

Micky: Nyles, it's Mick. You got the radio station on? Good. Earlier tonight, I heard a couple suits saying they want to format the station and just play newer songs.

Nyles: What?! Man, that's just wrong. Who is it, and where do they park? I'll key their car. ;)

Micky: Ny, please don't key any cars, man. We're getting together on a protester front, you know, calling into the station with older songs...yeah, like the ones Jack's been playing. We're gonna head over to the station and get on the backs on the suits.

Nyles: They'll literally have a Monkee on their backs. More than one Monkee! ;) :D

Micky: *rolls his eyes* Ny, just don't get any less lucid and help us out, alright? Geez... :P

Nyles: Alright, fine, anything for you and Jack.

Micky: Okay, Ny, we'll stop by and pick you up for the protest, so be ready!

Nyles: I'm always ready, man.

Mike: And tell him to be close to sober! ;)

Micky: That's what scares me. We'll be there in a bit. Bye. *hangs up*

Mike: So, he's comin'? ;)

Emma: And can stand upright? ;) :p

Micky: He's coming, and yes, he’s sober. ;)

Mike: Good.

Emma: Do you think the twins would be willing to join us? Cute kids can be more persuasive than any adult subterfuge. ;)

Lauren: I'm sure they'll be more than willing. ;)

Mike: Ok, boys and girls, let's get a move-on. Micky, why don't you call Jack and see if Suit Senior and Junior are still in the building? ;)

(Everyone else gets up to get dressed and ready to go as Micky and Mike head into the kitchen.)

Micky: You got it, Mike.

(Mike pours coffee for himself and Micky as Mick grabs the phone. Emma comes out with Katie.)

Emma: I got Davy to stay with Katie. We need the pull Valerie has in the music industry. (Katie cuddles into her mother's shoulder sleepily; she's only half-awake I-) )

Mike: Poor cowgirl. Did everyone listenin' to the radio wake you up? (Looks at Micky) The suits still there, Mick?

(Katie snuggles into her Daddy. :) I-) )

Micky: *hangs up* Yup. Jack spotted them outside the studio during every break.

Emma: Sounds like they've been listenin' in. ;)

Micky: That's what Jack said. ;)

Emma: I just can't understand why they'd throw a whole radio station out of work like this. :p

Mike: It all breaks down to makin' money, Em. It's obvious the station ain't been makin' enough, or they wouldn't have hired some junior whiz. :p

Emma: I hate little dorks in a suit who think they know everything. Most of the time, they only know what some guy in college told them or what they read in a book. They don't have the experience in the buisness.

Mike: Well (grins), I think it's time we gave THIS little dork an experience in the radio business he'll NEVER forget. ;)

Micky: Gladly. ;)

(Cut to the radio station. Jack is sitting in the main studio. Mr. Hamilton and the young man join another young man with short black hair and a mustache at the controls. The engineer doesn't look thrilled as the young executive drones on; Hamilton is half-asleep, kept awake only by watching Jack at the microphone.)

Jack: And that was "Sh-Boom" by the Crew Cuts. Let’s see, I wonder what's up next... *grabs a sheet of paper and crumples it* oops, I guess that one wants to wait for another show. Ah ha, *does a trumpet sound* here's "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. *puts it on; kicks back, grinning towards the booth* ;)

(Hamilton perks up as an attractive pair enter the studio. She has medium-length golden-brown curls and wears a reletively tight and short green silk gown and heels. He's more dour in a simple tux, his black hair slicked back. He almost looks like a butler. ;) )

Woman: I'm Ann Warren, darling boy, and this is my husband Tom. We were just passing by and heard your enchanting music on the radio.

Man: (British accent that doesn't really hide the heavy Texan underneith) Oh, yes. We thought it was splendid. You just don't hear music like that anymore. (Looks at "Ann") What was that song he played, lovey?

*Jack grins, shooting the look toward the booth.* ;)

"Ann": "Sha-boom." I haven't heard that in years. (Sighs) There's something about that song that just wants to make you lean over and, well... (stretches and crosses her legs as provocatively as a plump woman in a tight dress can, though she's blushing under her make-up ;) :">)

("Tom" nudges her. :p)

(Hamilton is now VERY interested. ;) :D :X)

Jack: *tries to cover his snicker* Well, thank you both very much for such positive comments. :) ;)

"Ann": (Blushes even redder) You're welcome. You play such a fine variety of songs here. :">

"Tom": (Pointedly and loud enough so the listeners and everyone in the room can hear) It's SUCH a shame you can't find a variety of good, quality music like this on other stations. They only play one type of music, but I've heard everything from country to blues to recentp pop tonight. Your DJs are so imaginative, too, especially that fast-talking you had on earlier...

"Ann": A Dolenz, I believe. Quite a lot of talent there. ;)

Jack: That's Micky. He's a walking encyclopedia of music & darn personable, too. ;)

"Ann": Yes! All the wonderful things I learned from him! (Looks at "Tom") Dear, isn't "personable" just the word for Mr. Dolenz? ;)

"Tom": One of them, darlin'. ;)

*Jack quirks an eyebrow, but he's still grinning.* ;)

"Ann": (Looks at her watch) My, my, would you look at the time? Dearest, we simply MUST be going. We're late for a dinner date at Hill House on Route 41.

"Tom": Um, yeah, we must dash. Ta ta, and all that junk.

"Ann": Just keep playing that lovely music! We'll tell all our friends at the party about it!

"Tom": They'll be dying to hear it. ;)

Jack: We will! Thanks for stopping by. *waves* Um, yeah, that was Mr. and Mrs. Ann Warren. Hope they have a great time at Hill House tonight. They're just two of the many loyal listeners who have professed their love to KLAC and our wonderful variety of the music of yesterday, today, and tomorrow. (As the door opens) Well, what have we here?

*A short woman with long auburn hair in a pony tail comes in, wearing glasses, a pencil tucked behind her ear, being pulled by twin two year olds chanting "Oldies, oldies!" They're followed by a tall blond wearing a letterman jacket, with a football tucked under his arm.* ;)

Jack: Looks like we got some schoolastic folks. (Grins at the twins; Hamilton smiles wistfully at the kids, while the younger man just rolls his eyes) Hi there, kids. Why don't you say hi to the folks at home? (Puts the microphone close to them ;) )

Little Mick: Hi, folks at home! :D

Shelly: Hello! :)

Jack: Aren't they just adorable, folks? And they're fans of oldies, too. Where did kids as little as you become oldies fans? ;)

Little Mick: Mommy and Daddy! :D

Shelly: Oldies fun!

Jack: (Looks at the duo) You've got smart kids, there, Mrs...

Woman: *smiles* Miller. ;)

Jack: Well, Mrs. Miller, you've got a pair of charming and intelligent children there. (Grins) Would you kids like to pick our next number?

Shelly: Yeah! :D

Little Mick: Wanna pick song!

Little Mick: Wock Awound The Clock! ;) :D

Shelly: Wock and woll wewind! ;) :D

Jack: Whoa, that was long before you were born, little folks? You sure you want that one? ;)

Little Mick and Shelly: YEAH! :D ;)

(Hamilton is impressed with the twins' knowledge; the young guy is suspicious)

Jack: Well then, I can't very well turn down two adorable little faces like that, can I? (Looks at the blond) Are you their father, sir?

Blond: *shakes his head* Babysitter. I'm in college. I always listen to the station whether I'm studying or watching the kiddos here. *ruffles little Mick's hair* ;)

"Mrs Miller": This is Myles, my babysitter. :) ;)

Jack: (Grins) I thought he was familiar. ;)

(The young man shakes his head; Hamilton is VERY impressed, especially with the kids. :) )

Jack: We're just going to play the album and let the kiddies and their mommy and friend say good-bye to our loyal listeners. ;)

Myles: Okay, kids, say goodbye to the nice folks listening in. :) ;)

Shelly: Goodbye folks listening in! ;)

Littl Mick: Bye bye! :D

(Jack laughs heartily.)

(Hamilton chuckles, as does the engineer; the young man just makes a face. :)) :p)

"Mrs Miller": Okay, you two, come on, let’s let the nice DJ return to his job now. :)

Jack: (Grins) Bye, gang! Have a nice night! ;)

"Myles": *waves after them* Great show, man! ;) *closes the door*

Jack: You're welcome, man. (picks up a record) We're going to go into "Rock Around the Clock" before our commercial break, but don't you people go nowhere, cause I'm sure we'll have more folks on the dock, under the water, and probably emerging from the celings. ;) (Points to the engineer; who signs off; Hamilton and the young man head out into the hall)

Hamilton: Charles, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I didn't know we had such sophisticated fans, or ones so young...or so knowledgeable of rock's early era. :)

Charles: Please, sir. Those were isolated incidents.

Hamilton: Those children were so adorable. They remind me of my grandchildren. (Grins wickedly) And that Ann Warren...can we say "Va-Va-Vavoom?" ;) :X

Charles: (Coughs when Hamilton elbows him) Um, uh, yes, sir. :p

Peter: *as he and Valerie walk down the hall* Sirs! *waves* :)

Charles: What are these people doing at this hour? He has more hair than a wooly mammoth. :p

*Peter and Valerie stop in front of them. Valerie has a record tucked under her arm.*

Hamilton: (Squints) Valerie? Valerie Cartwright? Is that you? Goodness, I haven't seen you since you were the size of the children who were just here! It's been a long time since I broadcast commercials for your father's grocery store! How is he, anyway, and that darling little sister of yours? The last time I saw her, she was a tiny little thing bouncing on her father's knee! :D

Charles: Sir, if you may, we really need to go home, so we can be fresh for discussing the deal in the morning...

Hamilton: Oh, put a sock in it, Charles. :p

Valerie: *nods her greeting* Hello, Mr. Hamilton! It's good to see you again! My father and sister are just fine. Thank you for asking. :)

Hamilton: You're welcome, dear. (Eyes widen at her stomach) Oh, my. It seems you're starting a family of your own now. (Grins and lightly hugs her) Who would have thought? Has time really passed by that quickly? (Smiles) Who's the lucky man? :)

Valerie: *grabs Peter's arm and hugs it* This is Peter, my husband. :) :x

*Peter blushes.* :">

Hamilton: A bit fuzzy, but I see a handsome fellow under all that hair. (Fingers his mustache) I knew they were coming back in style. ;)

Charles: (Mutters) Long haired weirdo. :p

Hamilton: Can it, Charles. :p

Valerie: The reason we came, *pulls out the record* is we were hoping that Peter's band might get some airplay on your wonderful station. We figured since so many people listen to your eclectic selection of music, that they'd most enjoy the fellas songs. :) ;)

Hamilton: (Takes the record; the cover looks like "The Monkees Present..." but with "The Monkees" across the front and drawings of all four boys) Hmm. What kind of music do you boys play?

Charles: Probably some old junk or bubblegum kiddie stuff. :p (Hamilton nudges him)

Peter: No! We play a little bit of everything, really. Blues, country, rock and roll, ballads... :)

Hamilton: (Reads the back of the record) Some of these songs sound quite intriguing. Did you write and play them?

Charles: Look crazy to me.

Hamilton: You can't judge a record by its cover, Charles.

Peter: Of course we did! :D

Hamilton: Maybe Jack could preview a few songs for us.

Charles: Well, it IS a new band, and a young one, I assume.

Hamilton: It's a shame it's so late. No one will hear it.

Peter: We were listening to the station in the car and heard everyone that came in here.

Valerie: *nods* I think it sounds like there's people listening. ;)

Charles: Isn't it odd that all those people just HAPPENED to be awake, especially those children? Most toddlers are asleep at this hour.

Hamilton: (Only half-listening as he walks into the studio) Hmmm? Oh, yes, well, perhaps they woke up accidentally and heard the music. :)

Hamilton: (Goes to Jack as he prepares to return to the air) We have a new record we'd like for you to play, son. It was given to me by the daughter of one of our former sponsors, so be VERY good to it. You know how much we love our sponsors. ;)

Charles: Oh yes, we do!

Jack: *looks at the cover; grins* I will do this record every honor possible, sir! :) ;)

*Jack puts the record on the turntable, and the camera zooms in on a full-screen shot of the black vinyl. As "Looking For The Good Times" begins, we see the center label of the record change into moving images of the guys and girls, plus Katie and the twins, each with a credit.* ;)

(Cut to a very 50s soda shop. A waitress who looks distinctly like Daphne roller-skates by Nyles and Jack in letter-sweaters, sipping milkshakes. Davy, wearing a button-down shirt, sweater, slacks, and a pompadour, chases Daphne. ;) )

*Micky wears a leather jacket and has his hair slicked back into a ducktail. He goes over to the jukebox and raps his fist on it, causing its lights to come on and a 45 be put onto the turntable. He snaps his fingers and Lauren, wearing a poodle skirt and scarf in her pony tail, runs up to him. They dance very close and very slowly.* ;)

(There's the rumble of a car outside over the music. Mike, also with his hair slicked back and wearing a tight white t-shirt and jeans, struts into the soda shoppe. Emma is with him; she wears a white button-down shirt, pants as tight as she can get away with, stilletto heels, a polka-dot scarf over her brown curls, and very red sunglasses. They settle down in a booth as an elderly man in a white apron who looks a bit like Mr. Bennett takes their order. ;) )

(A shy Peter comes in with Valerie on his arm. Valerie wears Lauren's loose purple dress from the 50s segment of "Nightmare Revolutions." Peter's hair is done up similarly to "Revolutions," though he wears a simple sweater and colorful polo shirt. He plays an acoustic guitar for Valerie, much to her delight. :X)

*Lauren sits on a stool, as Micky, now in a button-up shirt with a sweater over his shoulders, sings to her.* :)

(Emma drags a very reluctant Mike out to dance; she now wears her copper-brown polka-dot costume and he wears his singer's outfit, both from "Nightmare Revolutions." They start to demonstrate a few 50s moves, though Emma still does most of the dancing. Daphne and Davy, also wearing their 50s "Revolutions" costumes, join them and do much better. ;) )

*Micky and Lauren join them next. They are quite as coordinated as Davy and Daphne, but pull off some decent moves, although Lauren does step on Micky's feet a few times.* ;) :P

(Peter shakes his head and continues playing to an enchanted Valerie; no dancing for them in Val's condition. ;) :) )

(The romp comes to an end with all of the dancers striking a pose on the dance floor as the screen wavers out and back into the studio, where Mr. Hamilton is staring dreamily into space, and Charles is whining.)

Charles: Mr. Hamilton!

Hamilton: (Sighs) Reminds me of my younger years, in the 50s. The wonderful times we had at the soda shoppe on River Heights and Sunset. I once danced with a girl until the place closed at two, then took her up to Mudholland Drive in my old jalopy and...(big sigh)...well, let's just say those were the happy days. ;) :)

Jack: And that was The Monkees with "Looking For The Good Times." Boy, with a song like that, you don't have to look awfully hard! ;)

Mr. Hamilton: That was wonderful! (Grins almost child-like) Play another one! :D

Jack: Sure thing, Mr. Hamilton, sir!

Charles: Waaaaaiiiitttt a minute here. Something smells.

Hamilton: My wife washed my underwear yesterday!

Charles: Not you, sir. The set-up. This whole deal. We've had all these people in the studio, just as these two (indicate Val and Peter) show up with some new record. I think I detect a minor conspiracy afoot.

Hamilton: You detect conspiracies, Sherlock. I'M going to play another great song, and I'M the boss. :p

Charles: I don't think you should play that.

Hamilton: What have I told you about subliminal messages? Scientists have proven that there is no such thing...other than overactive human imaginations that want to hear evil in everything. :p

Charles: I don't mean...

Jack: Okay, all you great folks out there in radioland, here comes another great soon-to-be hit for the Monkees. This one's called "Good Clean Fun." *puts the needle down as the studio door opens*

*It's obvious that the man who comes in is Micky. His curls are pulled back into a pony tail and he wears a white lab coat. He holds a beaker in one hand and is waving the other.*

Hamilton: Goodness! :o

"Scientist": *very bad German accent* Das music is vonderful! :D

Charles: (He's not convinced one bit) Hmmm...

Hamilton: Thank you, Herr Scientist! :)

"Scientist": It help my experiments not go BOOM early! :D ;)

*Jack rolls his eyes, but he's grinning.* ;) :P

Charles: (Frowns) Haven't I seen you somewhere before, Herr Doktor?

"Scientist": *gives Charles a glance over* You mistaken. I not leave lab for veeks! Only outside contact is das radio station!

Charles: You're very familiar to me. I've heard your voice somewhere before. (He pulls Micky's hair out of the ponytail) Ah HA! It's you, Dolenz! What are you doing here dressed as a reject from a bad horror movie at this hour of the night? :p

Micky: Uhhh...practicing for Halloween? *shrugs* I wanted to hear our songs getting played over the air first-hand!

*Jacks slaps his forehead, making a face.* :P

Charles: How did you get all the way over here in the space of one song?

Hamilton: You know, he's right.

Micky: I wasn't joking about the experiments. *waves the beaker lightly* ;)

Charles: Please, this is NOT a science fiction movie.

Micky: *holds up an index finger* Hang on a second... *goes to the door and leans out* Hey, guys, c'mon in! :D ;)

("Good Clean Fun" begins as everyone - the twins, Lauren, Emma, Mike, Nyles, Valerie, and Peter, all still in costume - crowd around Hamilton and Charles, allowing Micky to make his quick escape. ;) )

(Hamilton dances the Jitterbug with the twins. :) )

(A cowboy in a familiar white spangled suit with blue stars and his cowgirl in her costume from "Monkee Masquarade" appear in the studio. The cowboy does rope tricks, to the delight and amusement of the twins, Jack, and Hamilton. ;) :D)

*With all the people in the studio, Jack is sitting on top of one of the large "tape decks" next to the wall, with the microphone. He's got the twins sitting next to him and occasionally lets them have the mic.* ;)

(A pregant woman and her blond husband in loud sport shirts and trousers pass by, taking pictures of everything. The husband's camera blinds Charles, but Hamilton and the twins are very happy to have their picture taken. ;) )

*A tall blond wearing goggles goes around the studio dressed in a racecar driver's suit, acting like he's steering a car and making car noises. A short, auburn-haired woman holds up a stop sign and he stops. She puts the sign down, and he goes again.*

(A tall man with heavy black hair shows up wearing an aviator's costume, complete with goggles, helmet, silk scarf, and leather jacket. He describes one of his many exciting flights on the air to Hamilton, Jack, and the twins. Charles yawns; he's not impresed.)

(A young, plump, efficient-looking woman in a suit, her hair up in a severe bun, passes through the studio. She takes everyone's name and age and asks a few questions, then leaves.)

(A young, rather familiar hippie in beads and a floral shirt, with a peace sign painted on his cheek, comes in and plays acoustic guitar for the twins, Charles, Hamilton, and Jack, then hands out flowers to everyone. Charles' makes him sneeze; the aviator eats the petals of his as he walks out.)

(A pregnant artist appears in a smock and beret. She paints a picture of flowers for the hippie, Hamilton, and the twins, then paints ON Charles. ;) )

(Charles is clearly getting frustrated. Now covered with painted flowers and peace symbols, he runs out in the hallway again, looking for Micky. He's followed by the artist, the aviator, the secretary, and the hippie with his guitar. ;) )

Jack: *as the song winds down* Wow, would you look at him run! Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's an exciting day at the races, let me tell you! ;)

(Charles finally catches up with Micky as everyone ends up back in the studio.)

Charles: (Quietly, so as not to be heard over the airwaves) What was THAT all about? X(

(Everyone looks at each other nervously.)

Peter: We were just trying to help Micky and Jack keep their jobs! :(

Hamilton: Why did you think they were losing them?

Micky: Well, I kinda overheard you talking about formatting the station and you were getting rid of everyone excpet for me and Jack, but you weren't even sure about that. We just wanted to prove that the audience, which is very sizable and made up of various ages, loves the station the way it is.

Hamilton: Micky, it was just something I was considering. We're not doing that well.

Charles: My ideas were legitmate and have been done by several other successful radio stations.

Mike: Yeah, but at what cost?

Peter: People will lose their jobs!

Micky: And we don't wanna lose our jobs! We love doing this job!

Valerie: Many of the songs heard on this radio station can't be heard anywhere else on the dial anymore.

Lauren: It's the variety that keeps this station going strong.

Shelly: Music! Like music! :)

Little Mick: Lotsa music! :D

Hamilton: (Leans down to the twins) You do, huh? :)

Shelly: Listen to Daddy! He play music! :D

Little Mick: Yeah! Good music!

Hamilton: You kids have good taste. (Looks up at Micky) They're yours, Dolenz? They're darling. They remind me of my grandchildren. :)

Micky: *smiles, nodding* Yup, the rugrats are mine. :)

*Lauren ruffles BOTH of the kids' hair.* ;)

Emma: We just wanted to show you how much a station like this is still needed on the air.

Hamilton: Well...

Charles: (Slight whine) But SIR...

Hamilton: Go jump off a short pier, Charles. (Sighs) The offer is tempting...but so is the music. I have a lot of great memories wrapped up in those old songs. (Smiles) How about we stay on for a trial basis? If our profits don't pick up by New Year's Day, we'll accept Mr. Morse's offer. If they do pick up, we'll stay the way we are. :)

Charles: Siiirrrr...

Hamilton: Charles, I am VERY close to changing my mind. :p

(Charles clamps his lips shut, but he's clearly not happy.)

Hamilton: (Smiles at the group) Thanks for reminding me of how much the music meant to me once...and still does. :)

Micky: You're welcome, sir. :)

Mike: Anytime. :)

Hamilton: (Looks at his watch) It's getting late! (Goes back down to the twins) Why don't we get these rascals home before the late-late show ends...and so this young man (indicates Jack) can finish HIS late show? ;)

Jack: *grins somewhat tiredly* Thank you. ;)

Charles: But siiiiirrrrrr... (Charles chases after the group as they walk off; Jack returns to the studio and signals to his engineer to go back on the air)

Jack: And we're back. Boy, what a night of excitement we've had here tonight, ladies and gentlemen. I tell you, I had fun. You know, I wouldn't give this up for anything. I'm glad to have such a great company to work for. That's all from me tonight. This is the Hill-Man, saying "Get to bed already!" Night, folks! ;) *signals to the engineer again to go back off air*

(The engineer shuts off the light, and as Jack leaves, the lights go off in the studio, and the studio and the camera are plunged into darkness as we fade out.)