Emma: Ok, everyone ready to rock...and rescue?

Lauren: Yeah!

Mike: Let's show 'em what Monkees are made of!

Micky: You bet!

Peter: Valerie and I are willing to help!

(We start at the Pad. The group is loading up the MonkeeMobile, getting ready for the concert. Valerie's blue sports car drives up. Valerie and Peter climb out. Everyone looks a bit nervous.)

Valerie: I talked to Dad. He's going to call some of his friends in the LAPD to come over... and a good lawyer to take a thorough look at those contracts and check to see just how binding they are.

Emma: Valerie and I are going to go ahead and see if we can find the masters and possibly the contracts. You guys still have Micky's pictures, right?

Mike: We owe Yamashita one. ;)

Micky: *nods* I've got 'em.

Mike: We're gonna have to find a safe place to put those. Sumner might get it in his head to try to destroy them, too.

Peter: Did they...did they really take Davy?

Emma: We don't know the whole story, but they seem to have caught Dave coming out of Duffy's. Amber had no idea. In fact, she didn't seem too happy about it. I think she may genuinely like him.

Valerie: The cops should arrive at the concert in time to slap the cuffs on Sumner before he catches wind of this whole thing. Mr. Bauer is on his way to Glamour Productions to demand to see the contract... along with several members of the LAPD bearing subpoenas.

Micky: *grins* Cool! ;-)

Peter: (Grins) If Sumner or any of his bad guys try to hide or destroy the contracts, the cops will make them seek them! ;) :D

Lauren: *chuckles* Good one, Pete. ;-)

Peter: (City-Lighting Grin) Thank you, Lauren! :D

Mike: And you guys know what our part is. We're going to play the music our way, whether Amber Stimpson likes it or not.

Micky: And she probably won't. ;-)

Valerie: I suspect probably a lot of this is Sumner's doing. Amber's just a kid. She's probably never had this kind of attention from an older man who wasn't her father before.

Mike: (Sighs) Kid or not, if she knew about the contracts, she can be counted as an accessory. She did agree to sing our songs the way they weren't written. (Takes Micky and Peter aside as the others finish loading the MonkeeMobile) And you guys know what to do if things go really wrong. We'll only do it if we really need to.

Peter: Right, Mike. (Frowns) What are we talking about?

Mike: (Sighs) You know, Pete. The (makes gestures like flying and punching) thing!

Peter: Oh, the... (Micky slaps his hand over Peter's mouth)

Micky: Don't say it, Pete!

Mike: We'll tell Davy what the plan is when we get him back. (Grins) Got everything we'll need if things do go wrong, Micky? ;)

Peter: Oh, boy! (City-lighting Grin) The fun stuff! ;)

Micky: *nods* Of course! ;-)

Mike: Good thing you added that special compartment in the very back seat.

Valerie: (Calling from the MonkeeMobile) Are you boys quite finished with your pep talks?

Emma: Yeah, we're overworking a pregnant mother here, and Val and I have things to do!

Lauren: So get over here! :-P

Mike: (To the girls) Yeah, we're finished!

(The boys amble over to the MonkeeMobile, whistling and attempting to look innocent.)

Emma: (Puts her hands on her hips) Just what were you boys discussing?

Lauren: *smirking* They're up to something.

Mike: (Shrugs) Just the plan for tonight.

Peter: Why would we be up to something? (Looks up) We're not even up!

Valerie: (Rolls her eyes) Because you're protesting too much.

Lauren: And Mick's got that guilty gleam in his eyes. ;-)

Micky: *tries to cover* I don't know what you're talking about.

Mike: We were just makin' sure we all knew the plan. (Jumps in the front seat of the MonkeeMobile.) Everyone ready to show what we can do? ;)

Valerie: (Gets on the driver's side of her car; Emma climbs into the passenger seat as the others get in the MonkeeMobile) We'll meet you at the concert in time for Amber's first number! ;)

Emma: And we'll come bearing lawyers, contracts, and the master recordings for the Amber/Monkees songs!

Peter: Be careful, Valerie! There's a lot of not-nice men there!

Valerie: I'll be careful, Peter! We can handle it!

Mike: (Mutters; to himself) Famous last words. :p

(The MonkeeMobile heads off in one direction, Valerie's car in the other.)

Mike: (As they turn off of Beachwood) They'd better not have roughed-up Dave. There's been far too much of that lately.

Peter: I can't believe Sumner would do this! Amber's an ok singer, but is she really worth conning two nice rock groups and stealing their music?

Micky: *shakes his head* Not really, no.

Mike: Frankly, Pete, I don't think Sumner gives a rat's ass about anyone's music. He just wants to get Amber in his bed and exploit her. Amber's not entirely in the clear, either. She wants a career at the expense of others more talented than she is, and she has absolutely no taste in music.

Peter: I just hope Valerie and Em know what they're doing!

Mike: (Sighs) Yeah, I'm a little worried about them, too, but they're big girls. I'm sure they know what to do if they run into trouble. (Under his breath) At least, I hope they do...

(And we fade off the MonkeeMobile driving down the LA Freeway and back to Glamour Productions as Valerie pulls into the parking lot.)

Valerie: What are we looking for, Em?

Emma: The master recordings that Amber made yesterday of the guys' songs, along with the guys and the Westminster Abbies' original recordings, and if possible, the original contracts (sighs), but I suspect Sumner may already have destroyed them.

Valerie: I wouldn't be surprised. (Thoughtful) He may have other copies, though, stashed somewhere.

Emma: (As they enter the building, which is mostly empty except for one or two studios still at work) We'll just have to find those.(Sighs) Where's the least likely place a batch of records and a pile of papers would be?

Valerie: Maybe we could try the offices or the supply closets.

Emma: (Groans) They could be anywhere! (Shrugs) Oh, well. Sherlock Holmes and Watson have probably done worse! (She immediately opens a closet...and is knocked over by a flood of cleaning supplies and other junk.)

Valerie: Oh, good Lord! (Starts digging through the mess) You ok, Em?

Emma: (Mutters as she pushes aside paper towels and cleaning spray) Someone's gotta clean out that closet one of these days. :p

Valerie: Nothing here but cleaning supplies.

(The girls don't hear footsteps as they put everything in the closet. It takes both of them to shove it closed.)

Emma: They've gotta be here somewhere!

Valerie: (Opens another door) Hey, what's this? (The girls enter. The footsteps follow softly. The room is filled with stacks and stacks and shelves of nothing but records, some dating back as far as the 20s. A group of old Victrolas sit in the middle.)

Emma: A storage room!

Valerie: Perfect. One new record looks like another if its unlabeled.

Emma: Or someone could switch the packages. (Nods at a shelf) It's gonna take a while, but we're going to have to check every single one of these records.

Valerie: I'll set up one of the Victrolas so we can make sure we found the right ones.

(Emma starts checking them as Valerie takes one phonograph that's in better shape than the others, dusts it off, and sets it on a table.)

Emma: (Sighs) All I'm finding is older ones. Some of these go back as far as Louis Armstrong and Paul Whiteman!

Valerie: (Joins her and starts checking records. She shakes her head and picks up a stack. As she looks at the first one, she grins.) Em! Em! I think I found them!

Emma: You did? Groovy! (Puts aside the stack she was working on) Lemme see!

Valerie: Amber Stimpson, "You Just May Be The One."

Emma: (Growls softly) That's the one we heard yesterday!

Valerie: Let's check. They may have switched labels, too.

(Valerie cranks up the Victrola. Emma puts on the record. It plays a tad shakily, but there - Amber's slightly flat pop singing and the simple tune denuded of its country rhythms.)

Valerie: (Her eyes are wide) Oh, good grief. No wonder Mike was so mad. That's not how that song is supposed to sound at all! That's one of the songs they played at my debutante party. Trust me, I know what it sounds like!

Emma: (Takes the other records from Valerie) It's all of the guys' music. "(I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone," "Last Train To Clarksville," "Circle Sky," "Daydream Believer," "Papa Gene's Blues." The songs the guys recorded yesterday!

(She puts on "Daydream Believer." While the song sounds more or less the same, Amber's slightly nasal soprano wasn't meant for the dreamy lyrics.)

Emma: (As she bends over to examine the records more closely, a shadow falls on them) Oh, man, Valerie, this is wholesale murder. We've got to get these to the cops, and I need to call the Malibu Beach Register and tell them they've got themselves a story that'll scoop anything else in southern California! (Notices Valerie's horrified expression) Valerie, what...

(A hand clamps over Emma's mouth before she can finish her sentence. The records are taken from her, and her arm is yanked behind her back. Valerie recieves similar treatment.)

Voice 1: Lookit what we caught, two little snoops!

Voice 2: Want us to kill them, boss?

Voice 3: (Far more familiar) No, boys. I have another fate in mind for these nosy young ladies. They need to learn to stay out of affairs that are no concern of them. (Lifts Emma's chin) Especially this one. She and the mouthy Texas kid have been asking too many questions ever since I met them in the Vincent Van Go-Go. (Audible smirk) I thought they might like to see their boyfriends play for us, the way I intend them to. (Sumner walks into the dim light. Valerie's eyes widen. Emma growls and struggles. He opens the door) We're bringing them to the concert, as my guests, of course. (His grin is predatory as the two thugs drag Emma and Valerie out of the storage room. Sumner himself scoops up the master recordings and heads out.)

(Fade back in on the stage behind the good-sized bandstand in Malibu Beach. There's an excellent view of the ocean behind the stage and seating. It's not as big as similar venues in LA, but it's nice enough. Lauren is seated off to the side in the front row, keeping watch. A worried group sets up onstage. Peter is whimpering. Mike checks his watch every five minutes. Micky bounces.)

Mike: Man, where is everyone? I haven't seen hide nor hair of Sumner, Em, Val, or the Abbies.

Micky: *still bouncing* I don't like this.

Peter: I hope the girls didn't get in trouble! :(

Mike: And there's Dave, too. We still have no idea where he is.

(Four girls in black beaded dresses, sparkling cream-colored hose, cream-colored low heels, and glittery tiaras trimmed with rhinestones tumble onto the stage area carrying instruments and arguing a blue streak.)

Maxine: Kimberly, I told you to take Exit 14, not Exit 4!

Kimberly: I would have turned the right way if Daphne Lewis and Jenny Clark had the map turned the right way!

Daphne: Hey, we weren't driving!

Mike: (Goes to break up the fight) Hey, ladies, nice to see you finally arrived.

Maxine: We had a few problems on the road.

Daphne: (Looks around nervously) Where's Davy?

Maxine: For that matter, where's Sumner, the other two chicks, and Barbie?

Mike: We wouldn't mind knowing that ourselves.

Peter: (Very worried) Em and Valerie went back to Glamour Productions to find the master recordings we heard Amber Stimpson singing of our music. That was almost two hours ago, and we haven't seen them since! :(

Micky: *doesn't buy what he's saying* Maybe they got stuck in traffic. *frowns, continues bouncing*

Mike: (Doubtful) Possibly...

Peter: (Getting more and more upset by the minute) And we haven't seen Sumner or Amber yet, either!

Kimberly: They're probably backstage, primping and preparing big speeches about how wonderful Amber is. :p

Mike: Yeah, but we're going to start soon, and we need Davy.

Daphne: You haven't seen him, either?

Mike: (Shakes his head) This place was empty except for the stage crew when we arrived.

Maxine: Something smells here, and I don't mean Daph's cooking.

Daphne: (Squwaks) Hey!

Kimberly: (Rolls her eyes) Who burnt her only attempt at an apple pie so badly, we had half the fire departments in Culver City running around in our apartment? :p

Daphne: So I'm not Julia Child! I had the recipe right!

Maxine: You just can't pay attention to save your life.

Mike: (Notes flashing bulbs and a babble of voices and grumbles) Get set, gang, because here comes the Thief of Spotlights.

(Amber Stimpson, dressed in a pink swirl taffetta miniskirt trimmed with ruffles, pink glittering hose, and electric blue shoes, her hair back in a pink and blue wide headband, emerges from the cocoon of reporters, smiling her syrupy smile and answering rapid-fire questions with false modesty and probably false answers. Sumner is by her side in a black tux open to reveal a far-too-hairy chest and gold chains, his arm draped around her and fingering her tight-clad rear end.)

Sumner: (Puts up his hands and flashes a toothpaste grin) Now, now, boys, you'll all get to know my ab-so-lute-ly am-azing find after the show. We don't want to tire her before her big performance now, do we? (Gives Amber's arm - and rear - a squeeze)

*Amber giggles and waves.*

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) No, we wouldn't want to tire the thief before she commits highway robbery.

Micky: And kills every ear in the place.

Mike: I've had enough of this shit. It's time to take action.

Daphne: Or at least to take our music back.

Peter: Can we take in a movie while we're at it? I like "Dr. Zhivago."

(Everyone looks at him strangely. He shrugs.)

Peter: What? What?

(Mike just shakes his head, the others sigh, and they all turn to confront Sumner. Amber looks a little worried, but Sumner smirks.)

Mike: Ok, pal. We did what you wanted. We showed up. Where's our friend and the masters and contracts?

Sumner: That's not good enough, my dear Nester.

Mike: (Growls) Nesmith!!! Why doesn't anyone ever get that right? It's not a hard name!

Sumner: Oh, we have the boy (smirks at Mike), Nesmat (Mike narrows his eyes), and a few other little surprises. They're all here.

Mike: We need Davy. He's part of our band.

Maxine: (Frowns) A few other surprises?

Micky: That does not sound good at all. *frowns*

Sumner: Tell you what. I'll bring your friend back. He's right here in the concert arena, and has been since a few local professional thugs picked him up for me outside of Duffy's on his way to the bus station. You, however, have to play your music exactly as we tell you to, or he and the others will suffer.

Mike: (Fighting to keep his composure) What "others?"

Sumner: Let's just say I found a few little mice getting into some cheese at the studio and sent around some men to trap them.

*Micky slaps his forehead.*

Peter: Why would we care about mice?

Mike: (Clenches Black Beauty in pure fury) Peter, they caught Valerie and Emma nosing around the studio.

Sumner: (Taps Mike's chin) Smart boy. And he'll be even smarter if he plays the music exactly as told to tonight.

Mike: Look, pal, if you hurt either of them, the deal is off, and we go to the cops and tell them that if they can't get you on extortion and fraud, they can certainly book you for kidnapping.

Sumner: Oh, don't worry, your two little mice are in a nice, safe place, high above it all. They'll be a part of the production, in fact, the lights of the show.

Peter: I don't want Valerie to be a part of the production.

Daphne: I want to see Davy, or I'm not playing or singing!

Sumner: Very well. (Turns to two bodyguards behind him) Bring the British boy upstairs. He's needed for the show.

Daphne: If he's hurt, I'll... (lunges for them; Maxine takes her arm)

Maxine: Whoa, Dale Evens, cool it!

Sumner: I wouldn't dare hurt your little friend! (Puts his arm around Amber) My brightly shining star has a vested interest in that boy. He's quite a talented young dancer. He'd be marvelous as a performer in Amber's future shows.

*Amber's smile is a little shaky, as she nods.*

Peter: (He puts a hand on Amber's shoulder) You like Davy, and not just because he can dance. You really like him. Your aura is shaky, but very soft.

Amber: How did...

Peter: It's obvious. You don't want Sumner to hurt him any more than we do.

(Daphne is turning three shades of red with fury. Maxine clamps her hand firmly on the small brunette's shoulder.)

Mike: Amber, you're not really a bad person. You just want to sing. We can understand that.

Sumner: And I can give her that chance.

Kimberly: Or steal it from other people who just want a chance, too.

Amber: *looks confused; quietly* I just want to sing.

Maxine: Honey, you're young and confused, younger than any of us, even. You got even more easily sweet-talked by this jerk than we did.

Sumner: (Holds her arm a little more tightly) I just want the best for my little star. She has the looks, the personality, the charm...

*Amber quirks an eyebrow at him.*

Sumner: (Growls) Where are those idiots with the boy?

(As if on cue, the two thugs emerge with a struggling Davy. His hands are tied behind him and he's gagged.)

Sumner: (As Daphne and Amber gasp) Here's your last band member. Note he's completely unharmed, just a tad noisy.

Micky: *mutters* And rightfully so.

(Sumner yanks the gag out of Davy's mouth. His eyes spit fire as the thugs untie his wrists.)

Davy: You blaggard! This was all your doing! Yours and that plastic talking fashion doll! (Nods at Amber)

*Amber frowns.*

Davy: (Glares at Amber) I should 'ave known you laid it on awfully thick when you asked me to get in the cah.

Mike: We tried to tell you that at the time, Dave. (Davy glares at him)

(The thugs throw Davy into the arms of his bandmates, Davy rubbing his wrists.)

Sumner: The show starts in one hour. Amber and the girls will open with "You Just May Be The One." You will all be there, on that stage, or my boys will make kitty food of your little mice on the roof. (Takes Amber's arm rather hard) Come along, dear. Don't want to tire you before the big show.

Davy: (Frowns) Mice? What's going on?

Daphne: (Takes Davy in her arms) Davy, are you ok?

*Amber goes along, but not willingly.*

Davy: (Smiles that charming Jones smile) Yeah, Daphne. Other than rubbing my wrists raw and scaring the livin' daylights outta me, they didn't do any harm.

(Mike angrily slams his fists against the wall, which, being made of thick plaster, doesn't break.)

Mike: DAMN THAT BASTARD!

Jenny: (Jumps) Oh, goodness!

Micky: *groans* Mike...

Peter: (Whimpers) Davy, Sumner's thugs caught Emma and Valerie and are holding them somewhere in the concert hall.

Davy: What?

Daphne: He wants all of us to sing the songs the way he wants them performed, or he'll kill them both.

Maxine: And it looks like Amber's having second thoughts, too.

Davy: (Sighs) She seemed all right in the car, if a little childish and shallow. She really does enjoy singing.

Daphne: There's got to be a way to hold off the concert and find the girls!

Davy: Did you ever find the evidence?

Mike: (Rejoins the group, holding his hand) Yeah, we did, Dave. Mick got some great pics, too. It's all there in beautiful full color. Sumner gave Amber complete creative control... and now basically owns both ours and the Abbies' music.

Micky: *nods, making a face* Unfortunately.

Davy: (Eyes widen) You must be joking!

Peter: (Sniffles) I wish we were, Davy!

Micky: Am I laughing? :-P

Mike: Em and Valerie went back to find the master recordings of Amber's version of our songs, but they seem to have gotten caught in the act.

Kimberly: I still want to deck those two.

Maxine: (Growls) Don't worry, sweetie. You'll get your chance.

Daphne: (Nods) Yeah, when the cops show up, they're in major trouble!

Jenny: Even if they don't get the book thrown at them for the contracts, they'll certainly be booked for kidnapping!

Davy: (Nods) Three counts, possibly four, if Amber is being held against her will now, too.

Peter: I think Amber might want to help us. She's not really bad. She only wants to sing, like we do.

(Daphne makes a face. Jenny elbows her.)

Mike: We've got to stall the concert somehow. Some of us will stay here, and the rest will keep the show from going on.

Maxine: (Grins) Maybe we can make it a boy-girl thing. (Points around) Us ladies will stall the concert, while you boys meet the cops and find your friends.

*Lauren moves to the stage from her seat and joins the ladies.*

Peter: (Perks up through his sobs) Yeah! Rescue mission!

Micky: Knew that'd cheer him up. ;-)

Kimberly: Lauren, you can help us. Maybe we can bring Amber around.

Lauren: *nods* Sure!

Maxine: (Puts her arms around Lauren) Us sistas gotta stick together! ;)

Davy: (Rolls his eyes) Women!

*Lauren laughs.*

Daphne: (Elbows him) This coming from Miss Jones! ;)

Mike: (Rolls his eyes, but he's smiling) As much as I hate to interrupt the fond remembrances, we've got a concert to put on ice.

Micky: Sometime today, preferably. ;-)

(Brief clip of Davy carrying the ice block from "Monkees In a Ghost Town.")

Maxine: (Frowns) What was that?

Mike: (Shrugs) Stock footage. Pops up from time to time.

Micky: Saves on the production budget. ;-)

Kimberly: Well, let's get going! I want to give that Sumner a knuckle sandwich so hard, he won't be able to eat a real sandwich for years! :p

(The groups split up, the boys toward the backstage, the girls to the main stage. The camera follows the boys first.)

Mike: Guys, as much as I hate to admit it, I think this calls for more muscle than we can provide like this (waves a hand over his slender form.)

Davy: (Gasps) Do you mean...

Micky: *grins* Yes, he does!

Peter: We're not...

Mike: (Nods) Uh-huh. Micky, get the stuff out of the MonkeeMobile. I think I saw a phone booth around the corner.

Micky: You got it, Chief! *heads off to the MonkeeMobile*

Davy: We could just imagine ourselves...

Mike: The blue light attracts too much attention. (Opens the back door and points) Let's go, Monkees!

Peter: (Scratches his head) What are we talking about?

Mike: (Grabs Peter as they and Davy head out) Will you come on?

(Cut back to the stage, where the girls are busy setting up wires and props and instruments.)

Daphne: We just have to rig a few things where Barbie won't expect them.

Jenny: Nothing that will hurt her, though. I don't think any of this is her fault.

Daphne: She went along with it!

Lauren: I don't think it was her own decision.

Kimberly: (She's fiddling with some wires) Sumner probably hauled her out of some club and into his grubby hands before she really knew what was going on.

(Maxine has been poking her head out of the curtain, checking the audience.)

Maxine: Man, the seats are almost full! (Pulls back in) There's a huge crowd out there, most of them kids and young people, but I know I saw a lot of suits in there, too.

Lauren: *makes a face* Figures.

Kimberly: Sumner probably called his bosses to come see his protege.

Maxine: (Checks her watch) It's now or never. (Nods at Lauren and Daphne.) You two are going to go into the crowd and stir them up. We'll do our worst up here.

Lauren: *to Daphne, grinning; holds out an arm* Shall we? ;-)

Daphne: (Takes Lauren's arm) Lets, dear! (Both walk off the stage, giggling, as a harried assistant hurries on, followed by Sumner)

Assistant: (A nerdy little man in spectacles and a thin mustache) A minute to showtime, ladies. Are you ready?

Sumner: Ready to back up the most amazing new discovery in rock music since the Beatles hit the American pop charts?

Maxine: (Rolls her eyes) You might say that.

Kimberly: Only if we must.

Jenny: (Beams) Sure! (The other two glare at her) What?

Sumner: There's only three of your. Where's the fourth?

Maxine: She's going to make a surprise entrance.

Sumner: This won't do! Morty! (The assisant trots up) Go find the fourth girl!

Assistant: Mr. Sumner, there's no time! The crowd's getting antsy!

(As Sumner turns his back on Kimberly, she sticks a whoopee cushion down his pants)

Sumner: Go send someone to find her anyway! She'll just have to miss the first numbers! (As he turns, we hear rather noisy sounds of, um, being relieved. The remaining Abbies burst into giggles.) What? (Glares at them, then turns around. The noises start again and the girls laugh again) What?

(Sumner turns away again. He trips over a wire and into the drum set, which falls over with a crash.)

Assistant: Oh! Oh! Mr. Sumner! How horrible!

Sumner: Don't just stand there, you fool! Get me out of here! (Points at some crew members) Start the show without me! Amber and the girls can stand in front of the curtain while we get set up!

(Lauren and Daphne are making their way through the darkened seats, being as loud and as rude as possible, blowing noisemakers, sitting on people, and just being a general distraction.)

Announcer: (A spotlight is seen above) And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, the one, the only, Malibu Beach's newest little star, the Bubblegum Babe, Amber Stimpson!

Assistant: (Points at Lauren and Daphne as the crowd roars) Somebody get security to stop those girls! They're making trouble!

(Amber emerges in the spotlight... and proceeds to trip over a well-laid wire before she can sing a note. The moment she gets up, she's hit by a pie in the face. Kimberly holds a banana cream, grinning.)

Kimberly: Maybe I can't hit you with a fist... but custard's more fun, anyway!

*Amber wipes custard from her eyes.*

(Amber splutters as the romp starts, to the [right] tune of "Auntie's Municipal Court.")

(Every time Amber tries to sing, something happens. Things explode, she gets confetti thrown in her face, she slips on a banana peel, the girls grab her and dance with her, one of the girls start singing.)

(Lauren and Daphne sell popcorn and peanuts in the crowd.)

(Maxine takes the microphone and croons a bad imitation of Frank Sinatra.)

*Kimberly takes over and starts doing a bad infomercial for pies.*

(Amber is between despair and throwing a tantrum.)

(Jenny emerges in a beret and turns Amber to face her. When she turns her around, her face now looks exactly like her dress, painted in psychadelic swirl colors.)

*Daphne and Lauren are now hocking t-shirts to the crowd.*

(The security guards show up and chase the five girls here, there, and everywhere, over crowd members and across the stage. It starts to look like an episode of "Scooby Doo," with the lumbering guards running after the ladies around a flustered Amber. The guards have cornered the girls while Amber splutters and squeaks and stamps her foot as the song comes to an end.)

Daphne: (To Lauren) Lauren, get out of here and meet the cops at the back door. They should be here any minute. No one's gonna stop a pregnant woman.

Lauren: *nods* I'm already there! *leaves as quickly as she can*

(Sumner runs on stage with Morty as Lauren runs off, unseen.)

Sumner: (Notices that a lot of the crowd is already getting up to leave; starts waving his arms in desperation) No...no! Don't go! We've still got a show to do!

Kimberly: Oh, no, pal. This show is over.

Sumner: (Grins a bit too widely) Hardly. The show has barely begun. (Calls to the crew members) Hey, Jimmy, lower the lights!

(Suddenly, a thousand pink, blue, and green psychadelic lights, some of them on huge cut-outs of flowers and peace signs, flash on...and the four girls and Amber vaguely hear female screams.)

Maxine: (Shields her eyes) What the...

Sumner: I told you your friends were part of the production.

Amber: *eyes widen* You didn't?

(Emma and Valerie are strapped to one of the flower cut-outs. The girls are tightly bound and gagged and scared to death, but otherwise unharmed.)

Kimberly: (Eyes widen) Barbie, I think he did.

Maxine: (Raises her eyebrows at Sumner) Boy, do you have some serious issues, pal.

Sumner: You girls are seriously in breech of contract, as are your gentlemen friends. Either you call them back and play as you were told, or we set off the exploding light show. (Squeezes Amber's shoulder) Don't worry, doll, we'll get this show back on track. You'll be able to sing, just like you wanted to. (Frowns) Is that some kind of new make-up job? You look like a hippie T-shirt.

*Amber sticks her tongue out at him.*

Kimberly: Nothin' doin'. Buddy, you're off your nut. We're not singing for you (points to Amber), and she isn't, either.

Maxine: You tricked her. She's so young and eager, you knew she'd play right into your hand.

Sumner: Very well. I can see you all want your friends to be fried and electrocuted.

Maxine: Let them go, and tell that crowd that this show is over.

(The security guards back closer around the four women, who put up defensive stances.)

Sumner: (Puts his hand on her shoulder) Let's go become a star, little one, shall we?

Amber: *shakes his hand off* No! I'm not going along with this anymore!

(Suddenly, four dark figures, one smaller than the others, appear on the roof of the concert hall, capes flapping in the breeze. One of the taller ones, his curly mop bouncing, throws a small object onto the stage. It explodes in the middle, creating a thick cloud of smoke. The figures jump onto the stage as the others are coughing. There's a ferocious fight. The tallest one with the darkest hair grabs Sumner by his lapels.)

Figure: (Thick Texas accent) Well, pardner, where would you be holdin' these heah little ladies?

Sumner: (Coughs) I don't know what you're talkin' about!

Small Figure: (As he ducks around security guards) Yes, you do! The two young ladies you abducted!

Maxine: They're on the roof!

Jenny: (Whimpers and coughs) He's going to...(cough)...electrocute Emma and Valerie!

Blond Figure: No! (Starts crying)

Texan Figure: Oh, man... (delivers a solid right to Sumner, who crumples)

Curly-Haired Figure: *pats the blond's shoulder* No worry! *nods at the punch* One road block out of the way.

Small Figure: (Points at the roof as he ducks around a guard) You two (indicates Mike and Micky) go up there and rescue the girls. We'll handle these ruffians! (Kicks one guard in a very sensitive spot)

(The Texan figure has already taken off for the roof, flying in the breezy night air.)

Peter: M...er, hey, come back! Wait for M...wait up!

Curly-Haired Figure: *shakes his head* Wait up! *flies after him*

Sumner: (The clouds of smoke are clearing) So, they think they'll get to those little snoops in time! (Tries to run for the phone, but the blond figure picks him up. We see him clearly now; it's Peter with his hair tied back in a short ponytail)

Peter: I don't think you should do that. You'll raise the phone bills. (Picks up Sumner and flies to the roof himself.)

(We cut to the others. We can clearly see now that the Texan figure is Mike in his Monkeeman outfit, his hair touseled heavily by the wind, and with no sunglasses or hat to be seen. Mike flies furiously to the roof, where several crew members are rigging the wires attached to the flower that holds the girls captive. Micky, also in his MonkeeMan outfit, catches up with him as he lands on the roof.)

Crew Member 1: (As the two land) Hey, what are you freaks doing up here?

Crew Member 2: (Points to the stage) I thought they were down there?

Micky: We're here to break up the party!

Mike: (Glares; still in a thick Texas accent) You ain't got no right to electrocute them pore gals.

Crew Member 3: (Holds up a heavy wire cutter) Sorry (eyes their tights), girls, but it's the boss's orders. These chicks got big mouths.

Mike: How'd you like yours re-arranged?

Micky: 'Cause we can do that, and you don't even have to ask. ;-)

Crew Member 4: How coulda buncha skinny little girls like you do anything to big guys like us?

Mike: How about if there was more of us? (Suddenly, the men are surrounded by not two, but six images of the boys.)

Crew Member 2: Howda....

Micky: Now, what do you think of the odds? *smirks*

Crew Member 3: I don't care how! I can lick them ALL! (Hits one of the Mickys, but it vanishes the moment he does. The real Micky hits him square in the gut and sends him crashing across the other side of the catwalk and back over to the wings.)

(The second crew member goes after a Mike, which also proves to be a fake. The real Mike picks him up like a doll, rolls him into a ball, and sends him down the catwalk. The man rolls into his remaining crewmates, sending all four into the catwalk, unconcious.)

Mike: Strike! We win! ;)

Micky: Excellent job! ;-)

Mike: Wasn't it? (Suddenly, there's a creaking sound. The wires that hold the flower the girls are strapped on are breaking. The crowd under it and the girls on it scream in horror.)

Micky: Oh, crap!

Mike: (Eyes widen in horror) Micky, help me get the girls off of that thing, before they and the audience end up like extra crispy night at Kentucky Fried Chicken!

Micky: Right with you!

(The pair go to the wide-eyed, horrified young women. They carefully undo the straps that bind them and remove their gags.)

Valerie: (Wide eyed) What the...

Emma: (Looks straight into Mike's eyes) Mike? What's going on?

Mike: (Jaw drops) Em, how do you... (shakes his head) No matter. I'll explain everything later. Micky, carry Val to the stage. I've got Em.

Emma: (Snuggles into Mike's nylon-clad chest as he staggers a little under her weight) Yes, honey, you do. ;)

Micky: *rolls his eyes and picks up Valerie* Don't that just make you sick? ;-) :-P

Valerie: I think it's kind of cute. ;)

(The two gently fly the girls back to the stage. The cops are there, along with Lauren. Davy's also there, helping Kimberly and Maxine subdue more crew members.)

Davy: 'Bout time, mates! (Points at the askew flower) Who's gonna fix that thing? The crowd's going crazy down there!

Mike: (Indicates Micky and Davy) You two handle the flower, before it hits the crowd. I'll go find Sumner and P...our buddy. (Takes off in the direction Peter went with Sumner. Emma gasps and shakes her head.)

Emma: (Reaches in the direction Mike went) Mike, honey... (sighs) I wish I knew what this was all about.

Micky: We always get the tough assignments. *takes off, with Davy right behind him*

Davy: They like to pick on the little ones, they do!

(Davy and Micky land on the catwalk. Various guards and Sumner's assistant are attempting to calm the crowd, to little avail. Suddenly, someone points upwards.)

Audience Member: Look! Up there! Those men in red!

Davy: Mick, you got the bolt fusahs? We'll finish the job with our 'eat vision.

Micky: *pulls them out* Got 'em right here.

Davy: (Looks down at the audience, who now watch in a mixture of fascination and horror) I think those people 'ave read too many "Supahman" comics. :p

Audence Member: What are they doing?

Micky: *glances down* We're sure putting on a good show for them, though. ;-)

(Davy continues to put on a show, flexing one arm while pulling up one side of the flower with the other. ;) )

Davy: Gotta play to me fans. ;)

Micky: I shouldn't have said anything. *sighs* Would you mind really helping, Mr. Humble Vigilante?

Davy: Yes, Bruce Wayne. (Sticks his tongue out at Mick and takes the other side of the flower.)

Micky: Bruce Wayne? Really? *smirks*

Davy: Or, given your sense of 'umor, maybe you'd make a bettah Jokah. ;)

Micky: Ha ha. *sticks his tongue out*

(They finally pull the flower back into place as the crowd cheers. Micky closes his eyes, and a small tool appears in his hands after a small flash of blue light. Micky shapes the wires on the flower into place. The two boys seal the remaining wires with lasers that blast from their eyes.)

Davy: There we are, mate! We're 'eroes! (The crowd is going wild.) Listen to that crowd! (Bows in mid-air for his audience)

Micky: Oh, brother. *rolls his eyes* You're such a ham! ;-)

Davy: You're one to talk! You're so 'ammy, I'm surprised you ain't turned up on an Eastah dinnah table yet! ;) :p

Micky: Atleast I'm not showing off for that audience! :-P

Davy: 'Ey, they came to see a show, right? Might as well give 'em what they came for. ;)

Micky: *grins* Fine. Be my guest, then. ;-)

(Davy starts to do a little shuffle in mid-air, but he's interrupted by a sudden burst of...laughter.)

Davy: (Frowns) What the...

Micky: That wasn't meant to be funny!

Davy: It ain't us! (Grins and points at the roof across from them, over the stage) Look at what Mike and Petah are up to!

Micky: *looks where Davy's pointing* Well, well!

(Mike and Peter are holding Sumner on the roof by his now-bare ankles and legs. They've stripped off his pants. Peter is tickling him with a big feather.)

Sumner: (Laughing so hard, he's crying) When...when...I...get...my hands on...

Micky: *laughs* Now, that's an idea worthy of me! ;-)

(All of the girls on the stage are doubled over in laughter, and some of the cops are barely repressing their chortles.)

Peter: (As more men in suits, one of them carrying a briefcase, arrive on the stage) Tell everyone what this is really all about!

Mike: Yeah, man! (Grins) Before we go to Africa and pluck an ostrich feather! ;)

Sumner: (His...private...parts hidden by the feather, he's engulfed in helpless laughter) You...won't...get...me...to talk...

Mike: Oh yeah? (Straps his feet to the roof with an electrical wire. Holds out his hand and closes his eyes. There's a blue light, and another big feather appears in his hands) Why don't we just help you find your voice? ;) (Starts tickling him as well)

*Micky is now doubled-over with laughter.*

(As is Davy and almost everyone in the concert hall, including those on the stage.)

Sumner: (Screams) Ooohhh... (gags, then shrieks) ...I confess! I was never going to let the Westminster Abbies or the Monkees do any more than provide back-up for Amber! She's the one I really want to promote! She's a little dimwit, but she'll sing whatever I want her to! The...masters...are...under...the concert...hall...boys moved...them...there. The original contracts...in the incinerator at the...studios...

Mike: (Thickened Texas accent) That's what we were lookin' for, pardner.

Peter: (Bad deep-south accent) Raight, son! You've been a very bad boy, and I think there's a couple of nice little ol' cops waitin' raight heah for the rest of that there confession.

(Mike takes off his cape and wraps it around Sumner's bare buttocks. The two carry the still-laughing Sumner down to the cops as the other two join them.)

Mike: (Hands Sumner over to the nearest gaggle of policeman) Here you go, Sergant. Book this boy for three counts of kidnapping, one of destroying evidence, and at least three of fraud and extortion.

Micky: Don't forget indecent exposure. ;-) :-P

Mike: Yeah! Ah want mah cape back! (Grabs the cape off Sumner so hard, he twirls off-stage too fast for his private parts to be seen. Several cops follow. As Mike ties his cape on) Our work heah is finished, MonkeeMen.

Emma: No! (Runs to them and takes Mike's hand) I want to thank you somehow...

Mike: (Blushes and turns away) Aw, no thanks needed, good lady! Just doin' our duty.

Daphne: (Goes to Davy and looks in his eyes) Davy? What in the hell...

Davy: (Puts his hand over her mouth and whispers in her ear) We'll tell you latah, luv. Just play along for now.

Lauren: *moves over to Micky and grins* Nice!

*Micky puts an index finger to his lips, grinning.*

Valerie: (Goes to Peter and takes his hands) Making Sumner confess by tickling him was absolutely brilliant, not to mention non-violent. (Leans over him and whispers in his ear) I'll meet you at the Cafe Jaques tomorrow afternoon.

Peter: (Blushes, even as he takes Valerie's hand and kisses it) I'd do any ol' thing for such a chahmin' and elegant lady!

Mike: (Points to the sky) Let us take off, MonkeeMen! (Strikes what he thinks looks like a manly pose) Wherever evil lurks, wherever creativity is being abused, wherever young ladies are in thrall to nasty evil-doers, you'll find...

Monkees In Unison: THE MONKEEMEN! UP, UP, AND AWAY!!! (All take off but Peter, who lands in the crowd. He ends up sneaking out the side door.)

Emma: (As she watches them; sees a flash of blue light in the distance) Bye...guys.

Lawyer: Who were those men?

Lauren: *grins* The MonkeeMen, who else? ;-)

Policeman 1: (Shrugs) Local do-gooders. We've seen them a couple of times.

Policeman 2: Bernie Class reported seeing them right before we got a tip from an unknown party that he was running a phony music publishing company. He and his brother are now doing twenty years in the state penitentiary.

Policeman 3: Heard they brought down a major Chinese spy ring, too. Something about a Dragon...

Policeman 1: And three of them helped put a gym that was scamming its customers out of business.

Policeman 2: Those guys are everywhere!

Policeman 1: And they're awfully familiar. I could have sworn I've seen them somewhere before...

(The Monkees walk in dressed in their normal clothes just as the policeman mentions this.)

Mike: (In his normal accent) Hey, guys! What did we miss?

Peter: Valerie! You're all right! (Throws his arms around her)

Valerie: (Grins) Yeah, I'm ok, but I'll be even better when I can breathe. ;)

Mike: (Puts his arms around Emma) Hi, honey. Did 'ya miss me?

Emma: (Leans into his warm arms and chuckles) Yes, I did. I thought Val and I were going to be crispy critters there for a minute!

Davy: (Saunters over to the Westminster Abbies) So, ladies, what's news? (Looks around) Don't we still have a concert to put on?

Emma: Where's Amber?

Micky: Don't tell me she got stage fright. ;-) :-P

Policeman 3: (Pulls Amber out from behind the drums, where's she's been hiding and crying) Here she is, kids! Want me to book her, too?

Davy: No. She didn't really do nothin'.

Peter: (Goes to the policeman and the scared girl) She just wants to sing, just like we just want to play, but she went about it the wrong way.

*Amber nods, sniffling.*

Mike: We're glad you like our songs, but we arranged them the way they were for a reason.

Maxine: You and Sumner could have told us from the start you only wanted us to write songs and be studio musicians.

Mike: We would have agreed. We're not doin' much better than you.

Amber: *sniffs* That was Sumner's idea. I just went along with it because I really didn't know what I was doing.

Peter: (Puts his arm around Amber) Poor kid!

*Amber gives a weary smile.*

Davy: I know 'ow you can 'elp all of us, Ambah.

Amber: How?

Daphne: (Nods) You can testify against Sumner.

Amber: *nods* Gladly!

Peter: Yeah, no one knows better what went on than you!

Valerie: Maybe I can find you a job in some of the clubs. It won't be easy, and it won't be sudden. Or you could join one of the local bands. There's tons around.

Amber: Maybe I could join a band...

Davy: If you testify against Sumner, we won't press charges.

Peter: There's lots of boy groups...but not a lot with guys and girls or just girls! You'd be something new!

Daphne: That's how we ended up together for that rockathon.

Amber: I'd really like that. :-)

Emma: Maybe you could join a few guys. Be a Martionette or Honey West and the Three Agents. ;)

Amber: *perks up* I like Honey West!

Valerie: Me too, and that actually sounds like a groovy name for a group. :D

Micky: *grins* It's better than that green make up. ;-)

Mike: We could give you the numbers of some of the bands we know. Maybe one of them could use a new singer. :) (Hands her a rumpled paper with some numbers)

Kimberly: And you could stay with us until you get on your feet. :)

Amber: *sniffs* Thank you. You're all so nice. I don't deserve it. But, thank you, really. *small real smile*

Mike: Actually, Ambs, you do have some talent. You've just gotta work on it. Success don't happen overnight.

Emma: Trust me, honey, they know what they're talking about.

Davy: You've got stage presence, and you take pratfalls well. Maybe you can sing on some of the local variety shows, too.

Amber: *blushes* I really appreciate this. :-)

Peter: (Squeezes her) Anything for a friend!

Lauren: Just watch out for those hugs! ;-)

Davy: You're not such a bad kid. You just need to be pointed in the right direction.

(Everyone laughs as Peter blushes. Jenny sticks her head out of the curtain and pulls it back in.)

Jenny: Guys, the crowd is getting antsy. They're starting to leave!

Davy: (Grins) We can't have that, now, can we? ;)

Micky: Definitely not! ;-)

Mike: Let's put on a REAL concert. ;)

Kimberly: With no custard pies.

Maxine: (Takes a guitar) We'll all play.

Mike: And Amber can sing a number or two, if she agrees to sing the songs as we wrote them. (Shrugs) Little lady, I'm a country boy. That's how I write most of my music.

Amber: *nods* I will. I like them better the way they're written, anyway.

Valerie: A woman with taste. I like that. ;)

Peter: Me, too!

Valerie: And I just thought of something else. Amber, do you type?

Amber: Yes, why?

Valerie: My father has a friend who owns a small-time law firm and could use a secretary. You could do typing and filing for him between gigs.

Maxine: It'll help you pay your part of the rent. :)

Amber: *smiles* Oh, I'd love that!

Emma: (As the noise in the crowd rises) Guys, it sounds like they're going tear the concert hall apart!

Mike: (Picks up Black Beauty) In which case (strums her), let's jam, Monkees.

Maxine: (Nods and plucks her own guitar) Right! Let's go, Abbies!

Emma: Woo hoo!

Micky: *grabs the drumsticks and twirls them* Whee haaa!

*Lauren rolls her eyes, picking up a tambourine.*

Kimberly: (Takes a drumstick) Need company, Curls? ;)

Micky: *shrugs* Why not? ;-)

Kimberly: Strictly professional, of course. ;)

Micky: Of course. *Lauren grins :-P*

(Daphne finds a second tambourine and Davy takes the maracas. Emma and Amber stand behind a microphone. Valerie gets behind the keyboard, while Peter and Jenny gather bass guitars.)

Mike: Well, anyone got any ideas on what to play, since this is kinda sudden? ;)

Peter: I think we should use one of Mike's songs! :)

Mike: I think we should, too. ;)

Emma: "All the King's Horses." :)

Mike: You ladies can follow us, and we'll jam a little on the end. :)

Maxine: Man, at this point, I just wanna play.

Emma: I'll help you with the words, Amber.

Amber: *nods* Okay. :-)

Emma: I know this song well. (Points to Mike) He's my fiancee. ;)

(Mike blushes and turns away as Emma's grin widens.)

Lauren: Piece of cake! *grins*

Micky: Cake?

Davy: Micky, could we go one part without you mentionin' food?

Micky: *shrugs* Sorry, too late Dave. *grins* ;-)

Mike: (To two bewildered stagehands who stand near the cuirtain pulleys) Open the curtains!

(They do so, and the curtain parts to reveal all twelve kids. The crowd quiets a little as Mike goes to the microphone.)

Mike: Hello, folks. You came here tonight to hear Amber Stimpson. Well (indicates Amber, who waves), you're gonna hear her, along with some of the rest of the fine bands Malibu Beach has to offer. (Nods at the group) Those are the Monkees, and the ladies in black are the Westminster Abby Quartet, and we're going to play a few little songs for you.

(Mike taps his foot and launches us into a full-out performance version of "All The King's Horses." Davy, Amber, and Emma dance for the crowd. Davy starts to lean over some screaming ladies, but Daphne pulls him back. Micky grins and waves from behind the drums, eyeing Lauren's still rather comely rear. This is intercut with shots of the screaming crowd lifted from "Head" and "Monkees On Tour." After the song ends, we hear a few more snatches of "Listen to the Band," "(I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone," and "Long Title" before Mike steps up to the microphone, sweaty but with a smile that could out-beam Peter's.)

Mike: You've been a lovely audience. Thanks for givin' us a chance, after everything that happened tonight. All we wanted to do was give you your money's worth. Now, ya'll go and enjoy the rest of this gorgeous fall evenin'. Have a great night, folks.

(The stagehands close the curtain as the audience goes wild.)

Peter: (Takes off the bass) Do you think we should take a bow?

Micky: *grins* Why not? ;-)

Valerie: (Peers outside) We'd better, or they'll start tearing the stage apart!

Lauren: And we don't want that!

Jenny: Yeah, we can't afford to clean it up! ;)

(The entire group goes out, hand in hand, and bows before the screaming crowd, all of them grinning. This is once again intercut with concert audience scenes from "Head" and "Monkees On Tour.")

Davy: (Blows a kiss to the crowd; he's the last one to go in) Good night, all! (Daphne finally yanks him back behind the curtain)

Peter: Oh, man, what a rush!

Kimberly: This has been the most amazing night of my entire life!

Mike: (Puts his arms around Emma's waist) It's been interestin'.

Micky: That's for sure! ;-)

Lauren: *wraps her arms around Micky* You can say that again!

Emma: I've got to call the Register the moment we get to a phone! What a story I'm going to have! :D

Mike: (Puts his hands on her shoulder) Yeah, but could you leave the MonkeeMen's part in it out of this?

Emma: (Frowns) But that's the most exciting part!

Mike: It's just that they don't like publicity. They do what they gotta do in private. It would be kinda hard to do otherwise.

Emma: (Shakes her head) Mike, this is major news. I can't promise...

(There's a flock of reporters waiting for the group outside as the emerge from the Concert Hall.)

Reporter 1: (To Amber) So, Miss Stimpson, are you still pressing albums?

Reporter 2: When will you be coming out with your first single?

Reporter 3: Do any of you know anything about the MonkeeMen?

Amber: No, all the album pressings will stop. I don't know if I'll be releasing a single. I don't know anything about the MonkeeMen! ;-)

(The man with the briefcase from earlier pushes his way in front, along with some other official-looking men. He turns to the cameras and microphones.)

Man: My name is Martin Harris, attorney for Miss Stimpson, Miss Cartwright, and both musical groups. There will be no more answering questions tonight. The DA and the Malibu Beach police will give their statements in the morning.

Reporter 3: But the MonkeeMen...

Harris: That will be all! (Takes Valerie gently and leads her out the door to the parking lot. The others follow)

Mike: Thanks, man. We owe you one. Those guys were asking about eighteen thousand questions we had no idea how to answer.

Harris: (Nods) And none of you need to answer them. You couldn't tell them anything the police or I could. (Pulls Micky's pictures out of his briefcase) Some of my men and I went over those contracts with a fine-tooth comb. Basically, they give Sumner complete control over every single piece of music you write or perform and where and how you perform it. Legal, unfortunately, but completely unethical. He'll probably be put before several musician's unions for his practices, after his trials for kidnapping, extortion, fraud, and indecent exposure. (As an older couple in simple but hip clothing jog up to them) You kids did a good thing tonight. It'll be a long time before Sumner can con any young people again like he did all of you.

(The couple finally catch up to them as they get to the van and the MonkeeMobile. She's tall and thin with long brown hair streaked with gray and an attractive, high-cheekboned face. He's a total contrast - red-faced and round, with slightly balding red hair. He's panting.)

Man: Oh, brother, I feel like I've run a marathon!

Woman: Only because you spend half your time sitting in front of the TV when we're not at the club!

Emma: (Raises her eyebrows) Club?

Woman: (Nods) My name is Alexandra O'Malley, and my husband who is about to expire any moment, is Patrick. We own the Club Fairview on Willow Drive, just off Main Street in downtown Malibu Beach.

Man: (Still puffing a bit) We caught the show tonight. You kids brought down the house when you finally got around to it!

Micky: Groovy! *grins*

Mike: (Nods) Um, thanks.

Woman: We want to offer all of you jobs. Our place is fairly new, and we're trying to attract a young but not tough clientele. Hip, but not nasty.

Man: A real variety.

Woman: You're all amazing talents. We'd heard about both your bands around town, but we've never actually been able to see you until tonight.

Mike: What's in it for us?

Woman: Two hundred dollars a night. The Abbies and the Monkees could alternate nights.

Man: And Miss Stimpson could help with the afternoon crowd.

Micky: *eyes widen* Two hundred...

Peter: Beyond groovy! We've never gotten paid that much for a gig before!

Man: Some people around here don't know natural talent from natural wood.

Lauren: That's rather obvious. ;-)

Maxine: Us, too?

Daphne: That's amazing!

Woman: Well, gang, what do you say?

Mike: Now, hold on. Is this a permanent gig, or a one-time only thing?

Woman: We'll try you all out for two weeks (grins), but if the kids in the Fairview are anything like the crowd tonight, I wouldn't clear your calenders from eight to midnight for a while. ;)

Jenny: (Shocked) Wow...

Peter: A gig! We're gonna have a real gig!

Micky: *latches onto Mike* Say yes! Take it, take it!!

Daphne: (Latches onto Maxine) Maxie, take it! Pleeeease? (Gives her puppy-dog eyes)

Mike: (Grins at Micky and nods) Sure, ok. We'll take it.

Maxine: (Sighs) So will we. Those eyes are killers.

Davy: (Eyeing Daphne) Tell me about it, luv. ;)

Man: How about you, Miss Stimpson?

Amber: *nods* Oh, yes, definitely!

Peter: (Jumps in the air) WAAAHHHHOOO! (Grabs Valerie and swings her around as best he can) Valerie, did you hear that? We've got a permanent gig!

Valerie: (Grins shakily) Peter, I'm thrilled, but could you please put me down before my stomach gets upset?

Peter: (Blushes) Oh! Sorry! (Lets Valerie go; she staggers a little.)

Mike: When do we all start?

Alexandra: You'll alternate days. We'll take the Abbies tomorrow, then the Monkees. How's that?

Maxine: (Shrugs) Fine by me. How about the rest of you?

Mike: (Grins) I think we'll all need a rest after tonight! I don't mind you goin' first of the others don't.

Micky: I'm fine with it! *hugs Lauren* :-)

Emma: (Shrugs) Fine by me. I've got a story to write! :D

Peter: I want to work on some new songs, and Mr. Bennett says he needs someone to help him clean out his house and arrange all his music sheets and records!

Davy: I've got some catchin' up to do. (He and Daphne lock eyes, then turn away, blushing.)

Valerie: I'm going to get the rest of the details from Harris and Dad.

Kimberly: (Beats her fist in the air) All right! We've got a permanent gig!

Patrick: We'll see Miss Stimpson at noon. The rest of you ladies show up at 8 on the dot! We don't like tardiness! (Shakes his finger and tries to look nasty, but it doesn't work on his cherubic face)

Alexandra: (Shakes her head and turns to the kids) He thinks he's Baby Face Nelson, but he's really Santa Claus. ;)

Mike: If any of us are going to work, we're gonna have to call it a night. (Shakes Alexandra's hand.) Thanks for everything, Mrs. O'Malley.

Alexandra: You're welcome, young man. I have the feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful working relationship! ;)

(There's laughter as the group splits into various vehicles... but the camera pans to another car, one far more sleek, with three figures sitting in it. Two are ordinary-looking thugs. One is a very thin figure hidden by the shadows in the back of the car.)

Thug 1: Are you sure that's them, boss?

Boss: (Deep, slinky bass) Yes, I'm certain. Those are the boys who brought down Sumner tonight. The one the man down there wants. They've stopped many criminals, those boys.

Thug 2: But they're so skinny!

Boss: They have some kind of power that allows them to fly and create items out of thin air. It's gotten them out of many situations.

Thug 2: Ya think they know...

Boss: No, and they won't know, at least for now. I don't want them interfering with my plans.

Thug 1: We could take care of them for you!

Boss: Brute force alone won't destroy those young men. You saw what they did tonight. They're twice as strong as mortal men, with powers of flight and creation.

Thug 2: Than whaddya we gonna do?

Boss: We wait for the appropriate time. Then...(soft hiss)...we strike.

(The car window rolls up, vaguely revealing a slender, pale man and an oddly, almost mechanically beautiful face before obscuring him all together. The MonkeeMobile and the flower-power van drive off into the distance, filled with laughing, happy musicians, but the music ends on a note of danger.)