Ok, so...ready to continue on with this story? ;)

Mike: Let's just get home, provided home ain't three feet under water. :p

Peter: I'm just happy Val and the girls are ok! :o

Davy: I still can't over that Urse is floating... ;)

Micky: I can't believe I'm losing my voice. :P ;)

(We open with a romp, "Daydream Believer," as the rain gradually stops. Ursula speeds across the highway in normal car mode. Mike and Davy are up front, Davy driving. Peter and Valerie are behind them, and the little girls are in back with their backpacks and Valerie's briefcase.)

(The car turns onto the same ramp Valerie used to enter Malibu Beach in Part 2, as we get onto the flooded Main Street and Ursula returns to boat mode.)

*Davy points out a button to Mike. The label says "Anchor."*

(Mike raises an eyebrow and pushes the button.)

*An anchor pops out of Ursula's trunk. They come to a stop.*

(Millie and Larry wave from Millie's shop. They're putting down sand bags and sweeping water out of the restaurant. Larry winces as a roof shingle falls into the ankle-deep water on the parking lot.)

(Peter jumps out - he's still barefoot. Mike shakes his head. No thanks! He's happy dry.)

(Valerie shakes her head, too. Not in Italian designer heels! The little girls, however, are already stripping off their sneakers and socks.)

*Davy shrugs. He pulls off his shoes and socks and dives in.*

(Those who opted to get out of the car happily splash around, kicking up water at each other. Mike ducks away as Peter and Davy accidentally get some water on HIM.)

(The little girls wade over to Millie's, hoping for cheesecake, but Millie shakes her head. The damage isn't too bad, but they need to get the water out of the kitchen before they can bake again!)

(Peter chases Davy over to the Hotel Caprice. They splash each other right up to the door before Peter stops, shivering. Something's wrong here. He frowns and takes Davy's arm. He wants them to get away from there. He doesn't like the Caprice's aura...and the exterior seems really, really familiar, though he can't place where he's seen it before.)

*Davy looks curious. He glances back at the hotel. It's just another hotel to him.*

(The girls run over, chasing each other around the brass poles that hold up the dripping wet awning over the entrance. They splash Peter and Davy, laughing.)

(Peter's not laughing, though. He's really getting bad vibes from the Caprice. He leads the girls away.)

*Davy shrugs. He's still not sure what Peter's going on about.*

(Valerie takes a good look at the Caprice as the others climb back into Ursula, sitting on towels that were in the trunk. Peter's right; there IS something familiar about the exterior of the Caprice...)

(They move on, waving to Millie as she sweeps water out of her shop.)

Mike: (As the music ends) Maybe we'd better get to Davy and Daph's now. I'm worried about the others. The rain may have stopped, but that don't mean the water's gonna go away soon.

Ursula: As much fun as it is for all of you to have a swimming pool in the middle of Main Street, I agree. Besides, it could start raining again.

Davy: *nods* Good point. Let’s head back.

Valerie: I'm worried about Jordan.

Mike: Maybe Mick n' Lauren have some news about the storm. (Mike flips the radio on.)

Valerie: I just hope it's OVER.

Davy: If Mick still has any voice left.

*Davy turns the radio on, and we hear Nyles's voice!*

Nyles: *on the radio* And that was the Fifth Dimension with "Up, Up, And Away." And for anyone who may be wondering, Micky IS still here. Unfortunately, he's a bit tongue-tied right now. *snickers; there's a faint grumble* Now, onto the weather. It looks like the rain's finally letting up, but there's still a flood watch until tomorrow at noon. So, break out the surfboards!

Mike: Tell me that ain't Nyles.

Davy: Uhh, it ain't Nyles?

Mike: Thanks. I needed that.

Ursula: I hope Micky's all right...

*We switch to the radio station. Nyles sits in front of the microphone, head set on. Jack sits across the table. Lauren collects 45s to be played. Micky leans against the back table, arms folded over his chest. He doesn't look happy.*

Micky: (Croaks) Come on, guys! Let me back on!

Lauren: *sighs* Micky, listen to yourself. You've lost your voice. You did a fantastic job. Now get over it.

Jack: Go take a rest, Mick. Eat whatever's left in the fridge or something.

Micky: But this is my job, and...

Lauren: *stands* You did your job. Matter of fact, you did MORE than your fair share. *goes over to him* Now, you can either collect 45s, or take a snooze, got it?

Micky: But baaaabe, there are people out there, and...

Lauren: Nope! But nothing! *grabs one of his arms and starts pulling him to the door* You're gonna go take a snooze!

Nyles: *leans over to Jack* I kinda hate to see this show end.

Jack: Best romantic patter I've seen since Coco dragged me to "What's Up Doc".

Lauren: Mick, out! *she pulls the door open as Micky moves away*

Micky: Babe, this is MY job! I've gotta do something!

Lauren: *goes to Micky; whispers* Mick, do NOT make me put you to sleep! You either go on your own, or you'll be the one explaining to Jack and Nyles how you suddenly fall to the floor, snoring loud enough to wake up the dead.

Micky: I'd like to see you do that in front of them!

Lauren: Do NOT tempt me, Mick. If you don't go NOW, I'm putting you to sleep.

Micky: Now, Babe...

Lauren: *shakes her head* This is for your own good, Mick. *moves her hand up to his forehead and drags her fingers across. Nyles and Jack's jaws drop as they watch Micky slump to the floor, snoring away.*

Nyles: What... *glances at Jack*

Jack: (Nods) Didn't he just take a nap not long ago?

Lauren: *turns to them* Guys, I'm sorry. Umm, the explanation is a rather long story. I'll let Micky tell you when he wakes up and has his voice back. The short version is he's fine, he's just asleep.

Jack: I knew there was something weird about you guys! Is this what you're always whispering about behind everyone's backs? Coco's noticed it, too.

Lauren: *nods* Yes, we do have some special powers. This is one of the simpler ones.

Jack: Let me get this straight. You're telling me you and Mick are Superman and Wonder Woman?

Lauren: That's one way of putting it. And we're not the only ones.

Nyles: This is better than a sci-fi movie.

Jack: No kidding. Did we beam into this month's issue of "X-Men" or something?

Lauren: Guys, I promise you we will give you the story, but we have a job to do here.

Jack: All right, but this had better be one HECK of a story.

Lauren: *takes her seat again; Micky continues to snore lightly on the floor* Trust me, it IS one heck of a story.

Jack: (Sighs) So, do you want to drag him out to the break room again, or should I?

Lauren: *grins* I got it. *as she grins, a blue light covers Micky, when it fades, he's gone*

Nyles: Whoa!

Jack: (Eyes widen) Ok, that wasn't normal.

Lauren: He's in the break room. That's another of our powers.

Jack: The storm must be getting to us. This can't be real.

Lauren: Jack, I know it's tough, but it IS real.

Jack: Who else besides us knows about this?

Lauren: A very small handful. One older lady and some people we wish DIDN'T know.

Jack: Then Coco doesn't know?

Lauren: *shakes her head* No, she doesn't.

Jack: So, do you guys break out the tights and go around doing good and chasing the Joker and Dr. Doom, or is this only for major emergencies and snoring husbands?

Nyles: Tights? ;)

Lauren: *quirks an eyebrow at Nyles* Oh-kay... *turns back to Jack* We're not crime fighters, per se. We try to use our powers only for emergencies. And you really don't wanna know who we've dealt with.

Nyles: We don't? What, do you guys fight the devil or something? *laughs*

Jack: I'd like to see Micky chase a guy with a pitchfork.

Lauren: *groans* Oh... :P

Nyles: What?

Jack: You ok, Laur?

Lauren: You're both joking, yet you're entirely right.

Nyles: Huh?

Jack: What?

Lauren: *sighs* That's why we have the powers...to face the devil and her apprentice.

Jack: That's crazy!

Nyles: Wait a minute...female devil...that red-haired chick?

Lauren: *nods* That would be her.

Jack: (Raises an eyebrow) I saw a red-haired chick skulking around a couple of your concerts. Tall, legs down to China, really weird eyes...

Lauren: You got it, Jack.

Nyles: And her apprentice... *eyes widen* curly hair, same height as Mick...

Jack: Was that the bitch who attacked us at the old manor house in England?

Lauren: *runs a hand over her face* Yes, that was her.*turns to Nyles* And, yes, her apprentice does look like Mick. Don't ask.

Jack: Relative of Mick's?

Lauren: No, in a sense, he is Mick.

Nyles: I'm lost.

Jack: The Devil can make Mick be in two places at once?

Lauren: Yes and no. My Mick is Micky. Her's is named Alex, and he's a clone of Micky.

Nyles: More sci-fi stuff.

Jack: Did we fall into an episode of "The Twilight Zone?" Shouldn't some deadpan guy be telling us not to adjust our TV sets?

Lauren: I wish it was that easy, guys, really, but it isn't. And you still don't even have the whole story.

Jack: Are we even still on the same planet here?

Lauren: Well, we weren't at one point...

Jack: You guys have been busy with more than music, haven't you?

Lauren: Majorly.

Nyles: This is so groovy!

Jack: Well...yeah, it is. Weird, but kinda groovy. Is it just you and Mick?

Lauren: No, it's also the other guys and their wives and kids.

Jack: The kids?

Lauren: We've seen it little by little. They don't really know how to use the powers, but the twins did rescue Micky once.

Jack: Aren't they a little young to be rescuing anything besides stuffed animals?

Lauren: Yes, they are, but it really wasn't their choice at the time.

Jack: (Sits down as the record ends) By the "other guys," I assume you mean the other Monkees.

Lauren: Yes, that's exactly who I mean.

Jack: This is weird, man. How long has this been going on?

Lauren: Almost six years.

Jack: Six years? (Shakes his head) That's amazing.

Lauren: It is, isn't it? I can still hardly believe it myself.

Jack: (Shakes his head) And all of you are not only alive, but breeding.

Nyles: I never woulda thought it of Mick.

Lauren: Ha ha, Nyles, very funny.

Jack: I guess you can't get that blue light to make the storm go away or fix our power.

Lauren: Micky once did a full magic act with his powers, but that left him very tired after. There's no way I could stop the storm. Our power I'm not so sure about, but with Mick out, you guys need me more to help you than just to get the lights turned back on.

Jack: So you have limits.

Lauren: Yes, we do.

Jack: How long is Mick going to be out?

Lauren: Not too long. He's just taking a short nap. I had to do something with him. I know he meant well, but he hasn't been all there since we came in today.

Nyles: He isn't?

Lauren: No.

Jack: It's another long story, Nyles, but a lot less complicated than Lauren's. I'll tell you when we get out of here.

Lauren: *nods* Thanks, Jack.

Jack: Not a problem. (Eyes widen) But I believe the fact that the record ended about two minutes ago is a really big problem.

Nyles: Yipes! *stumbles over to put another on, which he manages* Sorry!

Lauren: At least it was just dead air and not what we were talking about. *whew*

Nyles: *rights himself* There. We got a new stack of wax. That oughta keep us going for a while.

Lauren: Any other questions you guys got? I'd threatened Mick with having to explain all of this, but I ended up telling all about it.

Nyles: That devil's kidnapped some of you on occasion, hasn't she?

Lauren: *makes a face* Unfortunately. That's how she made her apprentice.

Jack: I think I heard about this from Nyles and the Martians. Wasn't there something about Pete and Val's house and satanic rituals, or something?

Lauren: *sighs, but tries to not snicker at the same time* The rituals were Tilly's thoughts. Pete and Val's house used to belong to Ms. Devil.

Jack: I knew Tilly was exaggerating. (Sighs) Have any of you ever gotten really hurt? I mean, worse than the usual cuts, bumps, bruises, and calling your mother unkind names?

Lauren: *glances down, then up again* Mick's been nearly killed a couple times and Peter was once. The devils had set up a little car accident. You probably noticed Mick doesn't have that little junker car anymore. (Sighs) We've ALL had our share of less-than-fun moments.

Nyles: I was wondering what happened to that car. He promised me a ride in that.

Jack: I'm shocked the thing ran long enough to be IN an accident.

Lauren: So were the rest of us. Peter was the only one willing to go with him. Even I turned it down. They were out in a little ghost town when it... *pauses, visualizing it* exploded.

Nyles: Oh man, I DID catch part of that on the news! I thought it as a publicity stunt or something!

Jack: (Nods) So did I.

Lauren: That's what we said it was. It was Val's idea, since there was no other way to explain how Mick and Peter were still alive after that. It was actually the devils’ doing.

Nyles: Man, that was hardly anything left to that car...

Lauren: It wasn't pretty. Neither has ANY of our encounters with the devils, some of which I'd really prefer to forget.

Nyles: You said her app...friend is a clone of Micky? So he looks just like him?

Jack: I'm scared already.

Lauren: Well, yes and no. Alex has longer hair, a goatee, and several scars. Other than that, they're identical. *makes a face* :P

Nyles: *slowly grins* How identical?

Lauren: I am NOT dignifying that question with an answer.

Jack: Don't.

*Nyles snorts, starting to laugh. Lauren swats him.*

Lauren: Stop that!

Nyles: *between laughter* Sorry! I couldn't help it!

Lauren: We've all had run-ins with them, some not as pretty as others.

Jack: How not pretty? They been hitting on you ladies, too?

Lauren: "Hitting on" doesn't even quite cover it.

Nyles: *eyes widen* Uh, you know I was just joking a moment ago.

Lauren: And I'm not.

Jack: They're THAT identical, huh?

Lauren: Yes.

Nyles: Whoa.

Jack: You poor kid.

Lauren: Yeah. *shifts uneasily* Could we not talk about this anymore, guys?

*Micky comes back in, looking a bit more rested.*

Lauren: How're you feeling, Mick?

Micky: (Still croaking somewhat) Better. I guess I did need that.

Lauren: See?

Nyles: *leans over to Jack, but says normally* She let him wake up. ;)

Lauren: *sighs* Nyles...

Nyles: Hey, Jack, you think we could get these two arguing again like they were earlier that you played on air?

Lauren: Y...what?

Jack: Nyles, x-nay!

Nyles: What? That was classic! I told you I recorded it.

Micky: Ny, what are you talking about?

Nyles: Wha was it, a couple hours ago now? You kept on Lauren... *waggles his eyebrows*

Lauren: How did you...

Micky: *voice cracks* You heard that!?

Jack: Nyles, don't TELL them!

Nyles: Play it back, man!

Micky: What the hell are you two talking about? Jack, you were the only other person that heard that.

Lauren: *to Nyles* How do you know about that? *turns to Jack* How does he know about that?!

Nyles: *points at Jack* He hit the on-air switch!

Jack: Yeah, but I had...plans...for those recordings!

Nyles: You did?

Jack: (Mutters) I wanted to get Mick to quit teasing me about Coco.

Nyles: *frowns* Sorry, man.

*Micky mutters something about dead men as his fists clench at his sides.*

Lauren: *goes to Micky* Don't kill them, Mick!

Jack: You can't. You need us to help with the rest of the night.

*Micky growls.*

Lauren: Down, Mick, before you turn into a panther, or something.

Jack: (Sighs) That's all right. There will be other nights.

*Micky mutters something, but it isn't decipherable thanks to his lack of voice...or it was another language. Lauren makes a face, trying to recognize where she's heard that before.*

Lauren: Mick, what's done is done. They're sorry. Besides, how many people heard that, anyway?

Jack: Yeah, most of the area is probably powerless by now.

Nyles: I'm sorry it was so funny!

*Micky reaches for Nyles, but Lauren pushes his arms down.*

Jack: Mick, kill us later. We have to report on that storm, remember? Why don't you go see if you can get the latest updates?

*Micky narrows his eyes, then spins on his heels and heads back out the door.*

Lauren: *turns* ...You recorded that?

Nyles: I just thought it was funny.

Nyles: Jack had the interior motive.

Lauren: Ulterior motive, Nyles.

Nyles: Yeah, that, too.

Lauren: I wonder if somehow drenching Mick while he's out there would cool him off any.

Jack: I think there's some ice in the freezer.

Lauren: Jack, that's a fantastic idea. I'll be back.

*We fade out on Lauren leaving the studio. Nyles and Jack exchange grins.*