Are you ready to begin?

You betcha I'm ready! ;) :D

Everyone ready to brave the storm?

Micky: Do we have a choice? :P

Mike: No! I've still got to finish off "Circle Sky"...

Davy: Looks like we'll 'ave to. :P

Peter: And I have to work on "Lady's Baby"...

(We open in the studio as Mike works on the end of "Angel Band." Hank Cicallo sticks his head out of the studio and puts a thumb up. Mike nods.)

Mike: Great, Hank. Thanks. (He strums Black Beauty a bit)

Peter: Good session.

Hank: (Puts aside his headphones and looks at the window) Look, guys, I hate to break this up, but it's still coming down out there. I live in Laurel Canyon and I want to get home before the mud slides start.

Mike: I'll be goin' home in a little while. I wanna work on "Angel Band" a bit more.

Hank: Mike, under the circumstances, MAYBE you guys ought to consider calling it a night, too.

Mike: Not when I got things to do. They already know at home I won't be in until late.

Peter: Maybe we should go, Michael...

Hank: Mike, man, I understand that, but it's raining cats and dogs out there! I don't really think you want to sleep here tonight.

Mike: I'll go as soon as I can get some more work in.

Hank: Suit yourself, Mike, but I'd really like to get home while I don't need a boat to navigate the roads. I'll see you guys on Monday. (He heads out)

Mike: (Doesn't look up) Ok, Hank. See you then. (Strums a bit of "Angel Band" again) Maybe if I made this chord higher...

Peter: Michael, I really think that we should leave. I'm getting some very bad vibes.

Mike: Don't start that vibe shit with me, Pete. Do you want to get this album out, or don't you?

Peter: Yes, I do, but not at the risk of something bad happening due to the storm outside.

Mike: We ain't gonna lose power, Pete. This building does have generators.

Peter: *sighs* But if we have to get stuck somewhere, I'd rather be stuck with the others. You know, all of us together, so we know where everyone is.

Mike: We'll leave soon, Pete. (He continues working on the chord on "Angel Band")

*Peter sighs and gives a pained expression to the camera.*

(Fade out on Peter's pained expression and fade in on a large brick building in the rain, which comes down in torrents as two girls in gym shorts hurry out to a blue Corvette, huddled under their pink and purple umbrellas.)

Valerie: (Turns to Chrissy as she climbs in the front and Sarah as she gets in the back; both girls close their umbrellas and lower their hoods to reveal their wet hair) Hi, ladies! How was soccer practice?

Chrissy: Wet.

Sarah: Miss Prinsky had us run outside before the rain got really bad, then made us run INSIDE!

Chrissy: After that, we ran in the opposite direction.

Valerie: (Sighs) Oh, dear. You poor girls must be sore.

Chrissy: Very. And a little dizzy from running in circles.

Sarah: And Jerry Ludwin threw mud at my butt. He thought he was funny.

Valerie: Honestly, there are times I'm sorry Dad sent you to a co-ed school instead of the all-girl school I went to. Boys can be a pain at this age.

Chrissy: Some of the boys are a pain, but there are some nice ones, too, sis.

Sarah: Zack Linkletter... (sighs)

Chrissy: He's not bad. Brad Zeller, however... *sighs*

Valerie: (Smiles) Then again, it’s about time you two started paying attention to the opposite sex. I'm glad not all of the boys are idiots.

(They turn out to the highway, passing over some areas covered in water. Valerie makes a face.)

Valerie: Figures. The one night I get off to spend with the other MonkeeWomen, and Mother Nature decides to unleash everything she has and then some.

Sarah: (Looks out the window, her eyes wide) Wow, man! The highway's one big pool!

Valerie: (She opens her watch with one hand while driving with the other and speaks into it) Lauren? Em? Daph? (Looks at the girls) I'm going to find out what's going on with the girls, and more to the point, where I should take you. If it stays this bad, we may end up evacuating.

Sarah: You could come to our house. We don't live that close to the beach.

Chrissy: Anywhere, as long as it isn't so wet!

Valerie: We'll probably end up at Dad's mansion. He's not close to the beach, either. I hope he wouldn't mind if we brought friends... (Into the watch again) Daph?

Daphne: Val? Is that you? The communicator isn't very clear.

Valerie: Yes, it's me. (She turns off the highway on a ramp that says "Malibu Beach - 2 miles") We're just getting off the highway now. We're trying to decide whether or not to try for your house or the Montgomery House, or just go to my dad's house.

Jordan: (Faint) Mommy?

Valerie: Yes, Jordan, it's Mommy, and Chrissy and Sarah, too.

Sarah: Hey, Jordan!

Valerie: Daph, how's things where you are? You guys are on the beach.

Daphne: Okay so far, but it's really looking nasty out there! Did you say you're OUT in it?

Valerie: Just got off the ramp into Malibu Beach. Chris and Sarah are with me.

Daphne: Okay. Take it easy out there, okay, Val?

Valerie: I'm slowing down already. Visibility is nothing. We were going to try to make it to your house, but now I'm wondering if it would be better to just turn around and head for Dad's house.

Jordan: When's Mommy comin'?

Valerie: I'll be there as soon as I can, sweetie! This rain is really making Mommy drive slow.

Daphne: Please be careful, Val!

Valerie: If we get into trouble, I'll call you guys. (Sighs) I'm so glad Micky made these communicators, and keeps making them whenever we lose them. Proof positive that yes, sometimes his tinkering does work.

Daphne: We'll have to make sure to thank him again later.

Valerie: Speaking of, have you heard from anyone else? I'm guessing we're not still going out.

(Valerie turns onto Malibu Beach's main street. The water is high here, up to the sidewalk and rising fast. Valerie drives as slow as she can without ending up in a building.)

Daphne: We know Lauren and Micky are still at the station. Matter of fact, Lauren's DJing right now. Haven't heard anything from Mike and Peter yet, though, but they're probably still at the studio.

Valerie: That's right. I'm glad Lauren talked Mick into getting her a job at the studio, too. It's the late shift, but that means they have the day to spend with the kids and at Millie's.

Daphne: That's right. It's perfect for them.

Valerie: I...whoa! (She slips and slides on the water, almost hitting a tree) Daph, I'm going to let you go. I almost made close contact with the park on Main Street. If you don't see us in an hour, contact me again.

Sarah: Whooooaaaa! (She holds onto her seat as well as she can)

Daphne: Be careful! *their connection ends*

Valerie: (As the rain continues and they head down Main Street) Sorry about that, girls! I need to watch the road. Daph and the others sound ok. They haven't heard from Mike and Peter, and Lauren and Micky are still at the radio station.

Sarah: Micky's a DJ? I didn't know that! That's cool!

Chrissy: *nods* Yeah, he's really good, too!

Sarah: The way he goes on and on, I'd bet he would be!

Valerie: Matter of fact, he and Lauren are on now. Want to hear them?

Chrissy: Turn them on!

(Valerie turns on the radio as she continues down an increasingly flooded Main Street. It crackles for a minute before we hear...)

Lauren: *on the radio* And that was the Beatles with "Penny Lane." What a great song, huh? Great group, too. *camera fades into the studio; Lauren's still alone* And I'd love to give a weather update, but I seem to have been forgotten by my cohorts so once atleast one of them shows up, I'll get you updated. *chuckles* Of course, I'm sure all of you listening already know the weather. Everyone stay in where ever you are. Now, lets roll with the next song, "Red Rubber Ball" by The Cyrkle.

*The songs starts. Lauren hits the switch to turn off the microphone. She sighs and goes to the door, then looks out into the hall.*

Lauren: *calls out* Mick! Jack! Where ARE you two!?

*The camera cuts to a shot of the cubicals again as the guys in question emerge from the breakroom.*

Jack: Feeling better, Mick?

Micky: *sighs* About as well as I can. The nausea is gone, at least. I don't still look green, do I?

Jack: Just a little around the gills. Nothing Lauren will notice unless she really, really looks. And at this point, she probably is more interested in throwing us out in the storm than checking your gills.

Micky: Good point. Let's go help her out before she does! *The guys head down the hall and into the studio.*

Lauren: About time! Where the heck did you guys go anyway? It couldn't have taken you than long to use the bathroom, Mick! *turns back into the studio as the guys follow*

Micky: We went to the breakroom. Jack got a little hungry.

Jack: (Rolled his eyes) Micky ended up in the bathroom. I TOLD him not to eat the baloney and onion sandwich Crazy Harry Mahoney left in there two weeks ago, but does he ever listen?

Lauren: Eww...MICK! That's just gross!

Micky: *shrugs* It was food.

Lauren: *annoyed* Did either of you happen to check on the rain while you were gone? Everybody listening knows what's going on better than I do, and I'm the one who's supposed to be reporting it!

Micky: I heard the rain spattering against the window in the bathroom.

Jack: (Looks at Micky) One of the three of us should check on it before break.

Micky: *nods* Yeah.

Lauren: I'll check! You were gone for nearly a half an hour. I have to use the bathroom! *leaves the studio*

Micky: *cringes as the door slams behind her* I think she's a little ticked off.

Jack: Well, we did leave her in the lurch for a while, and this IS technically your shift.

Micky: I'll take over again, and hopefully she'll cool down. *sits at the microphone again; Jack sits across from him* So... *grins suddenly* hey, the last time I visited my mom's house, I happened to notice Coco had a few pictures of you around...

Jack: (Blushes) Yeah. She's a groovy girl.

Micky: Good answer. *grin falls; leans over the table, almost into Jack's face* But remember, ONE wrong move... *evil grin*

Jack: Wouldn't dream of it, big brother. We're going to wait for heavy activity.

Micky: You'd better, or else... *shakes a fist* ;)

Lauren: *returns as Micky's shaking his fist* Oh, now what did I walk in on?

Micky: *sits back down, blushing a bit* I was just asking Jack about him and Coco.

Lauren: Uh huh. Looked more like threatening to me. *sits down next to Micky again; to Jack* You still in one piece, Jack?

Jack: Yeah. Little family discussion.

Lauren: Just checking. *sighs, sits back* It's still raining cats and dogs out there, and I'm afraid that now not only can you not see the street, but the sidewalks are covered now too.

Micky: Oh man, that is NOT good.

Jack: Damn...

Micky: *frowns* I'll make that announcement after this stack. There's only a few more songs left.

Jack: Guys, I'm worried. I live in the Orange Grove Apartments and they should be ok, but a lot of Southern California is below sea level. If this gets any worse, we could have some major damage. I'm talking into the millions here.

Lauren: *nods* Yeah. It won't be pretty when this is over.

Micky: I still can't believe it's really that bad out there.

Jack: What about you guys? You have that house out in Malibu Beach. The kids ok?

Lauren: The kids are at Davy and Daphne's house. I called them while you guys were out playing and they're still okay so far, though they are starting to worry a little, at least as far as their basement goes.

Micky: Yeah, we'll probably have water in our basement too.

Jack: Now I'm glad I don't really have a basement, though the Orange Grove's superintendant might want to check out our storage space under the complex.

Lauren: I think everyone's gonna have that problem.

Jack: So, who wants to give our listeners...the two left who still have power...the good news?

Micky: I'll do it. I gave the initial news. *flips the switch and the microphone goes on* And that was Lonnie Donegan's "Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor On The Bedpost Overnight?" And now for that nasty seven letter word: weather. Outside the studio, we've got some fairly bad flood as we can't decipher the sidewalk from the road anymore. Worse, it's still coming down in buckets.

Micky: So in light of this news... how about we put on The Cowsills' "The Rain, The Park, and Other Things?"

(Jack snorts.)

Lauren: *shakes her head* Now he's gonna stack up the rain songs.

*The song begins. Micky flips the switch off again.*

Micky: Why not? We got a whole bunch of them. "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head," "Raindrops," "Bus Stop," "Rhythm Of The Rain"...

Lauren: *interrupts* MICK!

Micky: Yes, my love?

Lauren: I'm not amused.

Micky: *makes a face* Aw, c'mon, babe!

(Jack falls over backwards onto a table, doubled over laughing.)

Lauren: *glares briefly at Jack and turns back to Micky* It's late, we're stuck in here, we won't see our kids until sometime tomorrow, and...one other thing I'd rather not mention.

Micky: *frowns* Should I be fearing the loss of my head?

Lauren: *still not amused* Yes.

Jack: If you two want to make out, you can use the break room. There's a couch in there, and I'll take over while you're busy.

Lauren: *glares at Jack again* No, I'm feeling the complete opposite at the moment.

Micky: Babe, don't mind him. Jack's just trying to help.

Lauren: *folds her arms over her chest* Okay...

Micky: *drapes an arm over the back of her chair* Although, it just might take your mind off things.

Lauren: *as Micky's fingers brush her shoulder* C'mon, Mick...

Micky: *grins* Babe...

Jack: I'm glad we're not on the air right now. The censors would be having three field days.

Lauren: *rolls her eyes* I'm trying to be annoyed over here.

Micky: *makes a face at Jack* That's what the on-air switch is for.

(Jack nudges the on-the-air switch while no one's looking.)

Micky: *turns back to Lauren* Just a couple minutes, Babe?

Lauren: *aggravated and just a little whiny* Miiiick, would you leave me alone? Jack's sitting right there, and I'd rather not have an audience.

Micky: That's why we can go into the breakroom! C'mon, babe, you'll feel better!

(Jack leans back on the table and enjoys the patter.)

Lauren: Mick, would ya leave me alone? I don't wanna right now. *removes his arm from around her*

Micky: *looks a bit hurt* Babe! I'm about ready to pick you up and carry you outta here myself!

Lauren: *gives him an odd look; the question is innocent* What're you on, Mick? You haven't badgered me this much since before we were married.

Jack: Do that, Mick!

Micky: *flinches subconsciously and answers a little too quickly* I'm not on anything! *turns to Jack* You stay outta this! *turns back to Lauren* Babe, c'mon, we'll both feel better!

Jack: Or he'll feel better, sort of.

Lauren: What part of NO are you not understanding, Mick?

Micky: *lays his head on Lauren's shoulder* Pleeeeeeeaaaassse!

Jack: Oh geez, I wish this was TV instead of radio. That look was amazing.

Lauren: *sighs* ALRIGHT! Geez, Mick, if you'll finally leave me alone...

*Micky interrupts by picking her up and carrying her out of the studio, leaving Jack by himself.*

Jack: (Chuckles) That may get us off the air, but I think it was well worth it, don't you folks? (He grins and pulls out a large tape) And if I get enough requests, I may just play it again! (Fade out on Jack as he introduces another song and in on Davy and Daphne's house. Davy, Nyles, Emma, and Daphne sit in the kitchen, around a radio. The kids are all eating dinner.)

Nyles: *grins* Wow, that's some of the best radio I've heard in a long time!

Davy: Man, we’re gonna 'ave to rag on Mick for that one.

Emma: I wonder if they knew they were even on the air?

Daphne: *shrugs* I thought I could hear Jack's voice in the background.

Davy: Maybe 'e 'ad something to do with it.

Nyles: If he did, we'll have to thank him.

Emma: I know Lauren would never have aired that in public. Mick maybe...

Davy: As long as Lauren didn't 'ear it. :P

Daphne: She's gonna flip out either way if she finds out.

*Nyles whistles as he holds up a tape.*

Davy: *grins* You bloody dog, Nyles!

Emma: (Laughs) Nyles!

Nyles: What? That was classic!

Davy: 'E's right. That's some of their best bantah I've 'eard in a while.

Daphne: *shakes her head* Lauren really sounded like she wasn't happy, though.

Emma: Mick must have gotten her pretty annoyed, the way she sounded.

Nyles: Well, she oughtta be happy by now!

Davy: *cracks up* Nyles!

Nyles: What?

*Daphne shakes her head.*

(Emma just laughs.)

Davy: Oh, man, Ny, that's as good as their bantah!

Daphne: Davy, don't encourage him!

Emma: I'm really glad those two aren't here right now.

Davy: Good point. Lauren'd try to throw us out into the rain.

Daphne: You two guys, yes. Em and I would take her side.

Emma: I'd have to. I'd like to live to give Mike a son.

Nyles: You're no fun. Can't take some good natured, horny ribbing.

*Davy laughs again. Daphne just covers her face, shaking her head.*

(The phone rings as the laughter dies down.)

Nyles: I'll grab it. *picks up the phone* Hello? Watered down Jones residence. This is Nyles, a non-Jones, speaking?

Jack: Hey, Ny. I have a couple of minutes while "Stoned Soul Picnic" is on. Did you hear Mick and Lauren?

Nyles: You bet I did, man! How'd you manage that, anyway?

Jack: Just flipped switches while they weren't looking. Hamilton will probably kill me and the censors will freak, but it was worth it.

Nyles: You sly dog, you! *laughs* I did end up recording it. Did you say you had that on tape, too?

Jack: Yeah. It'll make nice blackmail. At least Mick won't be able to rib me about Coco anymore.

Nyles: Good thinking, man. (Pause) Hey, you've gotten pretty sweet on her, haven't ya?

Jack: Um, yeah. We're close.

Nyles: You're turning red, ain't ya?

Jack: No! I mean, so?

Nyles: Ha! Got ya! Hey, man, anyway, good job on the banter. I think the song's almost over. Take care of yourselves, and don't let the lovebirds kill each other.

Jack: Yeah, I have to introduce the next song. The lovebirds would kill ME if I interrupted their, um, love-making session.

Nyles: Kinda tempting, though! Talk to ya later, man.

Jack: Right, man. Keep an eye on everyone there. I don't know what it's like there, but the water is up to the sidewalk here and getting higher.

Nyles: The road is completely covered, here, too. Take it easy, man.

Jack: You too. (We fade out as Jack puts down the phone and heads over to the equipment to put another record on)