*We open at Davy & Daphne's house, about two days after the major flood. Davy, Micky, & Mike stand in the living room, going over a list of the damage to the house.*

Mike: Man, Dave, and I thought the Pad got hurt. :p

Davy: *shakes his head* I really didn't think it was that bad at first, but since Mick insisted on making a list... :P

Micky: *shrugs* Sorry, Dave, but how else will we know what needs to be fixed?

Davy: *sighs* Good point. So wot do we start with first?

Micky: Well, there's still water in the basement, the garage needs some patching to keep the water from seeping in...

Davy: Wot's most important that we're willing to tackle right now?

Micky: A handful of the windows need caulking. That's easy enough... even for those with no architectural experience. ;)

Davy: Thanks alot, mate. :P

Micky: *waves a hand in front of Mike* Earth to Mike... ;)

Mike: (Sighs) Sorry. Had a lot on my mind lately. The soundtrack's bein' released right after Halloween, the next album is due this winter, an' I have fourteen new tires to buy and the Pad needs repairs, too, an' the baby's comin' soon. Em's drivin' me crazy, an' Katie's not a whole lot better. :p

Micky: Well, we'll help with the repairs to the Pad, you know that. The soundtrack's all set so there isn't much left to do there. We've still got plenty of time for the album... & you're on your own with Em. ;)

Mike: Mick, how did you handle Lauren when she was almost due with Leah? Em just gave the Register her two-weeks' notice, but she hasn't been able to find anything else and all she does is mope and cry. (Rolls his eyes) And Katie wants to know EVERYTHING about babies. "When's he comin' out? Will I play with him? Why's he in Mama's tummy? Why's Mama eatin' so many peanuts?" :p

Micky: *sighs* I spent alot of time in the garage messing with the chemistry set. :P ;)

Mike: Did the twins ask a lot of questions you can't answer? I ain't no baby expert. :p

Micky: Yes, & I avoided the answers like the plague. :P ;)

Davy: Mainly because 'e don't know alot of the answahs. ;)

Micky: Yeah, Dave... you're right. Just because I... delivered... two, don't mean I'm an expert. :P ;)

Davy: You ain't? Coulda fooled me. You are an expert on making them. ;)

Micky: So what if I am? :P

Mike: He has you there, Mick. ;)

Davy: *grins* You could teach us a thing or three, you know. ;)

Micky: I didn't come here to take this abuse, guys. :P

Mike: Speak for yourself, short stuff. ;) :p

Davy: Where do you usually go, Mick? ;)

Mike: If you may recall, I got one comin'. ;) :D

Micky: The Insultitorium, apparently. :P ;)

Micky: See? You guys're doing fine on your own! ;)

Mike: (Smirks at Dave) You'

ve gotta get crackin', boy. You have some catchin' up to do. ;)

Davy: I got 'itched last. *points at Micky* 'E's 'ad ALOT more time to get crackin' than I 'ave. :P ;)

Davy: *to Micky* And atleast I wasn't driving Daph crazy BEFORE we got 'itched. ;)

Micky: Man, that does it... :P X(

Davy: *eyes widen* Uh, okay, Mick, I might've crossed the line there a bit... *starts to back up*

*Micky pushes his sleeves up, starting to advance on Davy.* :P X(

Mike: Guys, no murder, ok? (Gets between them) We have things to do, and we can't do 'em if you're dead. :P

Davy: I didn't mean any 'arm! :P

Micky: *scoffs* Yeah, sure. :P

Micky: *reaches around Mike, grabbing for Davy* Let me at him, Mike! X(

Mike: (Grabs both their arms) Enough, guys! Go to separate corners or somethin'! :p

Mike: You got cotton in your ears? (Grabs Micky again) CUT IT OUT! X(

Micky: But he--

Voiceover: Well, what an interesting scene we have here. ;)

*Alex appears, courtesy of his black light, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.* >:)

Mike: (Growls) What are you doin' here?

Alex: Enjoying the show for a few moments there. *walks over to them & slings an arm arond Micky's shoulders, as he's the closest* I was really hoping for some physicality. ;)

*Micky just growls.* :P X(

Mike: (Shoves Alex's arm off of Micky) Not unless our we want our wives to kill us, creep. :p

Alex: Oh come on, this was really getting interesting! I love watching my bro lose his temper & almost go pyscho. *slings his arm around Micky again* ;) >:)

*Micky is barely keeping his temper contained. He looks about ready to blow... & closes his eyes. He opens them again a few seconds later... but there's something different...*

Alex: *grins at Davy* Hey, shorty, how's it going? ;)

Mike: (Raises his eyebrows) Uh, Mick...

Davy: Buggah off, Alex. Go jump on Sheila or one of those little starlets you like to make off with in the middle of the night. :p

Alex: *lets go of Micky & shrugs* Ehhh, I'm bored with all of them. :P

Alex: Can't a devil just take a day off to hang out? ;)

Mike: Why with us? We ain't exactly buddy-buddy. :p

Alex: You guys are like brothers! Right, Mick? *grins & lightly slugs Micky's arm* ;) >:)

*Micky slowly begins to grin.*

Alex: See? Micky agrees.

Mike: Mick? Mick, what's goin' on?

Davy: (Turns angrily on Alex) What did you do to him? X(

Alex: Why do you automatically assume I did something to him just because he's turned evil? *pauses, grins* Oh, yeah, because I can do that. *chuckles* >:)

Mike: (Clentches his fist) You let him go, jackass, before I go wolf and bite you in the butt. X(

Davy: And I aim a wrench at your favorite parts. X(

Micky: *grabs a fistful of Mike's shirt; grins in his face* Wanna have some fun, Mike? >:) ;)

Alex: *grins* He's good. ;)

Mike: (Struggles) Damn you, let me go! I'm your buddy, Mick! X(

Davy: Mick, stop it!

Micky: *points at Davy* You have to wait, Davy. I wanna CHAT with Mike, first.

Mike: Mick, don't do anythin' stupid. X(

*Alex snorts.*

Micky: Stupid? You're always telling me that. You probably think I'm stupid, don't you?

Mike: Far from it. I think you're brilliant. You just ain't thinkin'. Alex the Ass did somethin' to your brain.

(Davy pulls back, into the kitchen where he can't be seen...)

Micky: No matter. *grips Mike's shirt with both hands & lifts him off the floor*

Alex: I can tell you've got a great evil idea brewing, Mick. Go with it. ;) >:)

Mike: Mick, I hate doin' this to you, but... (Raises his fist to hit Mick in the chin)

*Micky winces as Mike's fist connects with his chin... but he doesn't let go of Mike. He does set him on the floor & pulls Mike's face right to him. He gives a wide, evil grin.*

Micky: Now see what you've been & gone & done? >:) X(

Mike: I'll give you another one if you don't let me go. X(

Micky: Really? *removes one hand from his shirt & punches Mike square in the gut; he still holds him up* >:)

*Alex holds up a "10" sign.* ;)

Micky: *sneers in Mike's face* How'd you like that, PARDNER? X(

Mike: (Puffs) You...little...bastard! How...could...you...let Alex...do this? X( :p

Micky: Oh, no, Mike, I'm not letting him. I know EXACTLY what I'm doing. *kicks Mike's legs out from under him*

*Alex takes a seat & makes a bowl of popcorn appear.* ;)

(Suddenly, Alex jumps up from his seat, upsetting his popcorn. He turns around, rubbing his rear end. Davy holds his dueling rapier, a wide grin on his face.)

Davy: Aw, lost your snack? ;)

Alex: Damn fool! Don't you know it isn't nice to make a devil unhappy? :P

Davy: Don't you know I don't really care? ;) :p

Alex: *makes his own sword appear* Then we duel!

Micky: *leans over into Mike's face* How did that feel, hm? >:)

(Mike's response is a fist HARD in Micky's face. X( )

*Micky does let go of Mike & staggers back onlly a few steps. He winces, glaring back at Mike again. The look he gives Mike is undescribeable.* >:) ;)

Micky: You'll pay for that one, Mike...

Mike: (Puts up his fists) I can take it, Mick. If this is what'll bring you outta this, so be it! (He goes after Mick again, this time going for HIS legs)

Micky: *jumps, dodging Mike* Can't you come up with your OWN attack? *fakes a jab, but does connect with Mike's ribs*

Micky: I seem to recall a certain Texan, a few years ago, leaving me behind to get beaten to a pulp! I'm just getting even now & that isn't even all of it. X(

Mike: I had to get help! I hated doin' it, Mick, but it wouldn't have done either of us any good if we'd BOTH been beat to a pulp! :p

Micky: I could've been killed! And you weren't there! *swings an uppercut to Mike's jaw* X(

Mike: (As he ducks away) Do you think I LIKE leavin' you? Do you know how awful I felt? SOMEONE had to get the cops! (He runs straight into Micky, knocking them both to the floor) X(

*They roll over each other a few times before Micky ends up sitting on Mike.*

Micky: Or all those times I tried to help us out with the chemistry set & all I got was grief for my mistakes! I made alot of things that have WORKED for us! But I'm ALWAYS getting picked on for the mistakes! X(

Mike: Micky, you have SHRUNK us! You've turned me into a rabbitt! You've almost killed yourself a hundred times! I appreciate it's your hobby, but you need to be just a little more careful with the damn thing!

Micky: I haven't caused any permanent harm to any of us! How often do I get thanks for the stuff that works? *slaps at Mike's face* X(

*We see Davy & Alex duel past the two on the floor in the background.* ;)

*Micky keeps on slapping Mike...* X(

Mike: (Grabs Micky's wrist) Don't do that, boy. X(

Micky: *growls* DON'T CALL ME "BOY!" X( :P

*Micky reaches for Mike's throat. He only wraps his hands around, he doesn't apply any pressure.*

(Mike grabs Micky's hands and struggles to get them off. :o )

Micky: *tightens his grip a little* Making us rehearse day in & day out until we can't keep our eyes open & get a whopping two minutes free before needing to go to sleep to start all over again the next morning... X(

Mike: (Gasps) I...just wanna make...sure... :o

Micky: We KNOW our songs backwards, forwards, & sideways! X(

Mike: I'm...tryin' to...help you!

Micky: NO! All I've been getting is shit from you! *tightens his grips again*

Mike: I want...us..to be...GOOD... (Grabs Micky's wrists and pulls with all the strength he has left) Mick...please... :o :p

*And Alex suddenly tumbles over the couch & into Micky & Mike on the floor, knocking Micky off of Mike. Davy grins.*

Davy: Told 'ya I was bettah, Alex. ;)

Alex: You little runt, you tricked me! :P

Davy: Takes a trickstah to know a trickstah. ;)

Mike: (Scrambles away) Dave...thank god... :o

*Micky is sprawled on his back, groaning.*

Alex: *gets up* Come here, Lord... :P X(

Davy: If you two try anythin' else crazy on me or Mike, so help me... (Turns to Mike) Mate, you ok? Mick 'ad a real grip on you. :o

Mike: (Breathing hard) I'm ok. I'll live. I've had much worse. :p

Alex: Waaa waaa waaa. :P X(

*Micky starts to sit up, still groaning & absolutely fuming!* X(

Alex: *goes after Davy again; reclaims his sword* Best two outta three? ;) >:)

Davy: Very well, Alex. (The two start up again)

*Micky gives his head a shake, then glares at Mike.* X( :P

Mike: Mick, you are one of my best friends. I don't wanna hurt you. What about all the fun we've had together? We were at each other's weddin's! We've fixed each other's cars! We've met each other's mothers, and considering what my mother's like, that's sayin' a lot! :p ;)

*Micky stands, then advances on Mike again.*

Micky: *gets in Mike's face* I suppose you think that makes everything better, right? X(

Mike: Mick, this ain't you. You're not an angry person. You're the one who always tries to stop the rest of us from arguin'!

Micky: Don't you think that takes something out of ME? *grabs Mike's shirt again & gives him a shake* X(

Micky: There wouldn't BE any arguing in the first place if it wasn't for you starting them all! :P

Mike: (Pulls away) Takes two to tango, Mick. I don't always start 'em, and I ain't arguin' with myself.

Micky: But you always instigate. *jabs a finger into Mike's chest* You can't let ANYTHING GO! It's gotta be you, you, you! One of us wants to do one of our songs & we gotta ask permission! X(

Mike: And you can't stay on topic for five seconds. You wanna complain 'bout things? (Gets in MICKY'S face) Ok, my turn. You have the memory of a gnat. You eat more than an entire army. Your mind is usually on food, drums, or sex. You have no ability to concentrate. Your kids are less hyperactive than you are! :p

Micky: *frowns a bit* Atleast I concentrate on something other than music! Atleast I remember I have a family at home that needs a little more attention than the music! :P

Mike: At least I can remember where I live and how to get there. How many times have you gotten us lost?

Micky: I TRY! And I remember where I live! :P

Micky: Atleast I try & not just complain about everything not going just the way I want it to! X(

Mike: And I can sit still for five seconds.

Micky: You kept razzing me after the storm, after the doc said that I shouldn't have been talking, & I lost my voice a second time! :P

*Davy & Alex duel by in the background again.* ;)

Mike: You didn't have to respond. ;)

Micky: *fists clench at his sides* YOU didn't have to keep at me! X(

Mike: You don't have to be a smart-ass.

*Micky swings a fist at Mike's head, connecting with his jaw.* X( :P

(Mike winds up on the floor again. He gets onto his elbow and touches his split lip.)

*Micky's fuming so much that he's shaking.* X( X(

Mike: Ow. Man... (Glares) Mick, stop. I don't mean to hurt you. I don't WANT to hurt you. What about Lauren? What about your kids?

Micky: *frowns* Lauren... the kids... :( :-/

Mike: Yeah, your family. Your family means everything to you, Mick. And what about Pete? Pete would flip if he saw you actin' like this!

Micky: Pete...

Mike: Don't forget Peter, too. He thinks you're the world's most amazing genius. That's why he bought you that chemistry set in the first place.

Mike: Pete's my friend, too. I don't want to see him hurt any more than you do, and our families have been through enough pain.

*Micky looks confused. He's about to say something when there's a yell & Alex looks like he's been thrown... & slams right into Micky, sending both sprawling.*

Davy: Ha! Try that again, Alex, and I'll send you right through the French door! (Goes to Micky) Mick? You ok? I didn't mean for Alex to sandwich you like that! :o :p

Mike: Mick! (He joins Davy by Mick's side)

Alex: Man, shorty beat me again... I'm outta here! *disappears in a black light* :P

Davy: 'E really got clobbahed by Alex. I didn't think I threw 'im that 'ard. :P

*Micky groans, his head lulling to one side.*

Mike: Hey Mick, how are you feelin', other than thinner? ;) :o

Micky: *eyes open part way* Ow... what... ran me over...?

Mike: Alex. He got bored and left. (Davy and Mike help Mick onto the couch) Anythin' broken?

Micky: *shakes his head* I don't think so... *groans* Man, jerk got me again... :P

Davy: 'E's a bloody arse, 'e is. :P

Mike: And I wish he'd be more of the "bloody" and less of the "arse." ;) :p

Micky: *slight grin at Davy* Your accent gets heavier when you're mad. ;)

Davy: *grins back* Thanks for noticing, mate. ;)

Micky: *turns slowly to Mike, frowning* Mike... :(

*Davy pats Micky's back.* :)

Mike: Mick...(sighs)...you had every right to sock me. I have been an asshole to you guys lately. I'm just worried. :p :(

Micky: Still, I could've really hurt you... :(

Davy: *lifts one of Micky's arms* With these skinny wings? ;) :P

Mike: (Winces at his split lip again) Worst damage was to my ego. (Shakes his head) Dave, he's got a damn good fist for a guy his size. :p

Davy: Just tryin' to lighten the mood. Though, 'e is pretty tough for 'aving a fist in 'is 'and. ;)

*Micky shakes his head, almost laughing.* ;) :(

Mike: (Chuckles) I remember that, Dave. ;)

Davy: *nudges Micky* Remind me to stay on your good side, Mick. ;)

Mike: (Touches his lip again and winces) No shit. ;)

Micky: Yeah, yeah. *pauses* If it's any consolation, Mike... I think I bruised my fist on your face. :P ;)

Mike: Em always said I'm hard-headed. ;)

Micky: I've got the aching hand to prove it. ;)

Davy: 'E's almost laughing, Mike. Wot 'aven't we used yet? ;)

*Micky elbows Davy.* :P ;)

Mike: I know what'll cheer Micky up. If there's one thing you really can do that I appreciate, Mick, it's fix things. Ready to start puttin' our houses and our lives back together? :)

Micky: *sucks in a breath, then nods* Yeah, I am. *finally grins* :)

Davy: There ya go, Mick! I knew it was in there somewhere. ;)

Mike: Well, come on bo...(smiles)...Micky. Let's get crackin'! (Hands him the tool box) You're in charge, genius. Your troops are all awaitin' your orders. ;)

Micky: *nods his thanks; stands* Lets go fix up that basement. *turns to Davy* That basement desperately needed to be finished anyway, man. That looks HORRIBLE with the insulation uncovered & falling out! It's not wonder it's always freezing down there! *starts for the basement*

Davy: *grins at Mike* That didn't take long. ;)

Mike: (Grins back) Like I said, Micky ain't a naturally angry person...and his memory's so bad, when he does get pissed, he can't remember why he did it five minutes later, anyway. ;)

Micky: *returns behind Mike; taps Mike's shoulder* I may have the memory of a gnat, but I do have pretty damn good hearing. ;)

*Davy snickers.* ;)

Mike: (Grins) Let's just get started, Mick. That basement ain't gonna wait for no Monkee. ;)

Micky: *slings his free arm around Mike* You're right, man! Lets show that basement we mean business! ;)

Mike: Sure! (The three head downstairs together, laughing and chatting)