*We open at the MonkeeCave. We see what's left of Val's Corvette, which isn't much. Mike’s bent over one of the tables as Micky enters the main room.*

Micky: Got another part, Mike.

Mike: Great. I'm glad I talked Val and Cardelli into lettin' us have the rest.

Micky: Yeah, I think we can salvage it pretty well. *puts the part on the table*

Mike: Mick, are you sure we can do this? I know the girls need a car...

Micky: *half grin* Mike, look at what we did with the MonkeeMobile. We managed to get Urse into the car. If we can do that, we can work around water damage!

Mike: Yeah, but your hand was workin' then.

Micky: *makes a face* Well...it doesn't mean I can't tell YOU what to do.

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) Oh brother. :p

Micky: What?

Mike: (Sighs) Ok, so, what are we addin' to the car again?

Micky: No, you're not getting away from that easily. What did you mean by that?

Mike: (Chuckles) You and your ego sometimes, Mick.

Micky: Yeah, well, who's always telling us what to do during rehearsals? *sticks his tongue out*

Mike: I'm in charge then.

Micky: *rolls his eyes* You're always in charge! Would it kill you to let me be in charge for once?

Mike: I guess I'm just used to it. Come on, you're the mechanical genius here.

Micky: See, that wasn't so tough. Now... *unrolls a fairly large piece of paper* I had Dave helping me with the diagram. I hope he didn't screw it up somehow.

Mike: I'll be surprised if we can READ it. Dave ain't a mechanical genius.

Micky: No, but I told him what I wanted, and he seemed to follow all right. Reading it is another story.

Mike: (Looks at the paper, then at Mick and raises his eyebrows) Fly? You're gonna make it fly?

Micky: *nods* Yeah. The MonkeeMobile can float, so why not make Val's car fly? Besides, none of the ladies can fly like we can.

Mike: Yeah, that's true. Is this car gonna talk, too?

Micky: *grins* Of course.

Mike: Keep Urse company?

Micky: Yeah. Even she needs some type of companion, even if it'll only be artificial intelligence.

Mike: She won't admit it, but she's gotta get bored in my garage. I know she says she speaks car, but none of the other cars are really like HER.

Micky: No kidding.

Mike: And now she's stuck in Val's dad's garage until we can get back. No offense to Val, but Urse don't seem like the type to be into Mercedes and limos.

Micky: Nah, she's been hanging around us to much. (Turns to the car) So, wanna see what it looks like under the hood? I haven't looked yet.

Mike: Yeah. (He leaves Mick and ducks under the hood; from under the hood, there's a groan) Man, what did those guys Cardelli hired DO to her? Shoulda had Susie do it...

Micky: That doesn't sound good. Let me see... *moves over next to Mike, looking at the engine.* Oh boy. I think this is gonna take longer than we guessed.

Mike: No shit. You don't need Pete's aura-readin' abilities to know this poor girl's hurtin' bad.

Micky: *sighs* The car, our houses...this is gonna take quite a while.

Mike: (Sighs) We have people workin' on the roof and the basement now. The roof needed to be done anyway. We don't got the drainage problems you n' Davy have.

Micky: I just feel bad because I offered to help everyone out. *holds his braced hand up* Some help I turned out to be.

Mike: You're doin' what you can, Mick. You know more about architecture than the rest of us put together. I just tighten lugnuts. We wouldn't know where to begin.

Micky: I know. I'm just...I'm still mad at myself, that's all. *pauses* I wouldn't mind a piece of Alex, either.

Mike: You'd have to share it with me. I'm sick of that little asshole and his damn stupid games. He gets bored and decides we're playtime.

Micky: I still don't know what he did to me when he showed up.

Mike: Dave and I were wonderin' 'bout that, too. Didn't look like he put you under a spell or anything.

Micky: All I remember is he put his arm around me, but I didn't feel anything from that. Then, I think you pushed his arm off me, and... *makes a face* I must've blanked out briefly because next thing I remember is, uh, getting in your face. *scratches the back of his head*

Mike: All I know is, you turned into a ragin' animal, smackin' me around, rantin' 'bout everythin' I ever did to you.

Micky: After Dave ticked me off, no less... *sighs* I guess we won't find out what really happened.

Mike: Man, I wish Pete was there. He coulda read your aura.

Micky: I might've made the poor guy cry.

Mike: (Shakes his head) That's how I brought you out of it. I mentioned Pete an' your family, and you started to look kinda confused. Alex bein' thrown into you sealed the deal.

Micky: I remember Alex being rammed into me, but right before is blank again. Man, my memory is bad enough as it is without it doing an impression of swiss cheese.

Mike: I ain't never seen you get like that before. I mean, I've seen you get mad, but I thought you were gonna turn into a wolf or somethin'!

Micky: *half grin; shakes his head* No, turning into a wolf’s your gig, Mike. *Sighs* All I know is I don't ever wanna have that happen again.

Mike: Want it? I hate the wolf thing. I don't know what I'm gonna do when I do that. It's like I can't control myself. (Grabs a wrench and leans into the hood to tighten bolts)

Micky: Want it? Are you kidding? *grins*" I'm the PantherMan! What good would it do me to turn into a wolf?

Mike: I don't like not bein' able to control myself, Kitty Cat Boy. It's like somethin' inside me...snaps. Kinda like you did the other day. (He puts out a hand) Could I have a bigger wrench? There's one over here that's 'bout to come off.

Micky: Yeah, sure. *takes Mike's wrench, puts it on the table; grabs a larger wrench & shakes it at Mike* "Kitty Cat Boy?" *hands over the wrench* That's a new one.

Mike: We need new names around here. (Groan) Man, I can see where it got flooded. Val must have hit some pretty high water.

Micky: *tries to lean in to look, but can't quite see* But I liked mine. *raises an eyebrow* I could go by Los Angeles Leopard!

Mike: I'm teasin', Mick. (He moves enough for Mick to see better)

Micky: *moves in closer* Thanks. *pauses* And I knew that. *looks around Mike* Oh, man, I think there's some rust down in there. *points*

Mike: The car must have sat for a while after Davy rescued Val and the girls.

Micky: And after that. Cardelli told me was still draining water as they loaded it on the flatbed.

Mike: I wouldn't be surprised if it were true. (He pulls out of the hood and looks at Mick) We're going to have to do a LOT of work to get this moving and get our homes in shape. We can't abuse Mr. Cartwright's generosity anymore, and I really would like to sleep in my own bed and drive my cars. We have rehearsal for that live special in November, too.

Micky: *nods* Yeah, I miss chasing the kids around our place. We'll just have to work on things in order of how important they are. If anything can wait, we'll hold off on it. We'll have to wedge in work on the car as we can get it.

Mike: Val's just going to have to take the city bus or get a ride for now, and Pete has his car. Our cars were on the second level of the studio garage and didn't get harmed.

Micky: I picked up the tires for Lauren's car. Mine needs a little work, but I got tires for it and it's running. It just doesn't like me very much right now.

Mike: I fixed the cycle and got two of my cars done and the dead ones towed. The others, as much as I hate to say it about my babies, will have to wait. The Pad comes first.

Micky: I need to figure out some drainage for my backyard. It's still doing an impersonation of a swamp. The garage can wait, and the basement's okay since we had a sump pump there already. Then I have to figure out WHO to get to do the drainage. I'd dig a ditch myself if I could.

Mike: Talk to Val an' Pete. Pete told me there's someone drainin' their backyard now. In fact, that's what Pete's doin' today, directin' the yard workers.

Micky: *nods* I'll have to. *sighs* Is there anything else we WANT to do with the car right now?

Mike: Got the afternoon? We could make her fly once we get the engine settled.

Micky: I'm on air at midnight, and I can eat supper in under five minutes. Lets settle that engine!

Mike: Yeah! (And the boys return to the engine as we fade out)