Ok. Everyone ready to ride out this storm?

Mike: Literally, at this point.

Peter: Who turned on the dark? :p

Micky: We've got a party going on...if only I wasn't losing my voice. :P

Davy: Mick, I gotta admit, great job with Urse! :D

Micky: Thanks, man. :)

(We open in a dim room, lit only by flashlights. As we adjust, we see the outlines of Mike and Peter, both stripped down to their pants and, in Mike's case, a plain white T-shirt. They're eating what looks like soup.)

Mike: I never knew Campbell's could be so good cold.

Peter: It's food, I think.

(Mike puts aside the cup filled with soup and leans back in his chair.)

Mike: Well, it's somethin'. Wanna bust out Micky's stash again?

Peter: You have to ask?

Mike: Chocolate bars or those really thick, gooey pies with the sugary crust?

Peter: Chocolate bars. We can save the pies for later when we're falling asleep.

Mike: Sounds good. (He gets up, taking the flashlight with him) You talked to Val. Is she ok?

Peter: Yeah, she and the girls are fine. Davy and Nyles picked them up in Ursula.

Mike: Shit. You mean that boat thing Mick was talkin' about actually WORKED?

Peter: *nods* It did!

Mike: I can't believe it. Maybe Mick's got somethin' after all.

Peter: He does have a knack for getting things right when he really has to.

(They end up in the kitchen. There's an "ow!" and several muttered curses, then the sound of something crashing across the room.)

Mike: Stupid chair shouldn'ta gotten in my way.

*Peter just sighs.*

Mike: (Shines his light on a large cabinet in the very back of the room) Here we go. (He pulls the cabinet open...to reveal it's crammed with goodies of all kinds, from candy bars to slices of Millie's cheesecake) No wonder Mick's so hyper. This stuff will keep me awake for days.

Peter: *grins* We'll never have to wonder again.

Mike: Man, what did he do, buy out Millie's and stick it all in here? (He ducks into the cabinet and emerges with two large candy bars) Here 'ya go. I got Mars. You take what you want.

Peter: *leans in; pulls back out* I grabbed a Charleston Chew.

Mike: Think I'll have a Snickers later. Nuthin' like peanuts and chocolate.

(The two sit together at a table, chewing on their candy bars.)

Mike: Pete, what do you and your buddies DO at those parties? You know, besides make music, do weed, and...other stuff.

Peter: *sighs* That's about it, actually.

Mike: I don't know how well I'd do at them. I mean, Em an' I have held some parties, but Em ain't a big fan of drinkin' or drugs an' tries to keep 'em clean as much as she can. Ain't easy around here.

Peter: *shrugs* Everyone's different. *sighs again* But even Micky didn't do so great.

Mike: Takes a real man like us to handle the tough shit. Mick's a mad genius with machines, but he's still a kid in some ways.

Peter: *nods* Yes, he is. I'm still not sure why he even wanted to go, but I'm not so sure he even knows.

Mike: 'Cause he's gotta do everything the cool kids do. That's how he is. He wants to try everything, even if he doesn't understand it.

Peter: I just hope that doesn't get him in major trouble some day.

Mike: Yeah, me too. Dave's got the same problem...and has it even worse, since he really ain't the big partier Mick is.

Peter: It's kind of six of one, half a dozen of the other as it relates to Davy.

Mike: (Looks up as they head back to the studio) I think the rain's stopped, or it's at least slowin' down.

Peter: (Nods at the window) It has let up! Thank goodness!

Mike: Yeah. Hopefully, that means we won't be swimmin' home.

*They suddenly hear a horn honking from outside.*

Peter: That sounds like Ursula!

Mike: Urse? (They run to the studio and look out a window. Davy waves from Ursula, whose top is opened now that the rain's stopping. Valerie and the girls huddle in the seat behind him)

Davy: Want a lift, mates?!

Mike: Dave! (He pushes the window open as well as he can) Hey, man!

Davy: 'Op aboard the good ship Urse!

Ursula: Don't ask, just come on.

Mike: Just wait a minute for us to get dressed, and we'll be right down.

Davy: You don't 'ave to come down. Just jump. Urse will catch you!

Peter: Jump?

Mike: I knew Mick was nuts.

Davy: Trust me, mates! Come on!

Peter: Well, if Urse isn't arguing against it, why not? *jumps; a large inflatable air mattress inflates before Peter lands, cushioning his fall; he turns around and waves up at Mike* Come on, Michael, it's fun!

Mike: (Sighs) Fine. (Mutters) I gotta be crazy, I gotta be crazy... (He emerges at the window in his shirt and boots with a bundle and a guitar case and jumps)

*Mike lands on the air mattress, garnering a nice, cushy landing.*

Davy: Well?

Mike: Let me get my air back.

Peter: Micky's done it again! :D

Mike: (Tosses Peter the bundle as he scrambles into Ursula) Here, Pete. You forgot your clothes.

Peter: Oops! Thank you, Michael.

Valerie: Why does he need clothes? He looks fine just the way he is. (She gives him a kiss)

Peter: *blushes* Val...

Mike: Boy's gonna catch pneumonia if he stays like that.

Davy: Next stop...my 'ouse!

Mike: How's the kids an' Em? We ain't heard from them.

Ursula: I don't know, but the water was already up to human ankles at my garage.

Mike: Oh shit. How's everythin' in there, Urse? All my cars...

Ursula: Scared to death that the water will get higher, otherwise fine.

Davy: And Em & the kids are fine, too.

Mike: She wasn't...havin' pains or anythin', was she?

Davy: Not that I know of.

Ursula: Besides, she would have called you if she was.

Mike: I'll call her on the way home. I just wanna get there.

Ursula: And get there we shall, before the rain starts again. David?

Davy: Yes, Urse, my deah?

Ursula: Take us home.

Davy: Gladly. *turns the wheel and heads for his and Daphne's house*

(We get a quick montage of Ursula as she speeds down the watery streets of LA, gradually returning to regular car mode as she hits the highway and passes the radio station. The camera then moves into the radio station and down the hallway to the studio.)

*We see it's getting a bit cramped in the studio with four people sitting in. Micky still sits in front of the microphone, despite his hoarse voice. He and Lauren each have a mug full of steaming hot tea. Jack and Nyles have Cokes.*

Jack: (As he flips on a record) Mick, maybe you'd better let one of us take over now. You don't sound so good.

Lauren: Come on, Mick, we can handle it. You know we can.

Nyles: Yeah, man, I've heard bullfrogs with better sounding ribbitts than your voice.

Mick: (Coughs, then) I'm fine, man. I can do this. I've done it before.

Jack: Mick, you have NEVER been on for this long.

Lauren: Even for you, Mr. Motormouth, you've been doing A LOT of talking.

Nyles: We don't want you 'croaking' on us!

Micky: Just hilarious, both of you.

Lauren: Thank you. ;)

*Nyles just grins.*

Lauren: *sighs* If you won't hand over the reigns, at least keep drinking the tea. It'll help. *takes a sip of her own*

Micky: Sure! (He sips the tea) Hey, this is good! Where did you dig up good tea around here?

Lauren: Don't ask. *winks*

Nyles: I don't remember seeing any in the breakroom.

Micky: (Leans over Lauren and whispers) In here (points to his head), right?

*Lauren nods, grinning.*

Nyles: *turns to Jack* Ever get the feeling you're missing out on knowing something?

Jack: With these guys, a lot.

Lauren: So what have you got coming up from your stacks of wax, Mick? Anything 'good?'

Mick: Oh, just the occasional Beach Boys tune, our stuff.