Soo...everyone ready to begin this year's Halloween set? ;) >:)

Mike: After last year's Halloween set, no. :p

Peter: Can I get back to you on that? :o

Micky: NO! :P

Lauren: Oh, come on, guys! ;)

Davy: 'Ow could this yeah's 'Alloween set be worse than last yeahs?

Mike: You ain't been hangin' around the girls' lately, have you? :p

(We begin with the guys in the crystal MonkeeCave in the desert. Mike and Peter are already there, both working on songs in the main room. Davy lands, having flown in, as Ursula lights up.)

Ursula: Hello, Lord David. How are the wedding plans coming?

Davy: (Sighs) They're coming. We're 'oping to get married sometime next wintah, aftah we get back from this tour comin' up and the 'olidays.

Mike: The plans for the tour are all set. We're going to visit twenty two cities in the US and Canada. If this whole thing goes over really well, we might do a tour in England next year.

Ursula: That sounds terribly exciting! :D

Peter: (Beams) I can't wait! The album is coming out in another month. Valerie's had us all talking to the press and getting publicity photos taken and giving interviews to newspapers and music magazines. :)

Davy: Don't forget the specials! :D

Mike: We're filmin' our first TV variety special in a couple of weeks. We're gonna have some groovy guest-stars, man. Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard, a couple of folks from "Laugh-In"... :D

Peter: Val says it should play on NBC late this summer! :D

(There's suddenly a BOOM! and smoke coming from the room with the reddish crystal walls. The cave shakes, and everyone holds on.)

Davy: (Sighs) 'E's still workin' on that?

Peter: He's going to bring the cave down! :o

Ursula: He's been messin’ around in there for DAYS. :p

*Micky comes out of the room, shaking dust from his curls.*

Mike: Ok, Mick, out with it. What have you been doing for the past couple of weeks?

Ursula: Do you know how much crystal I've had to replace in your lair? :p

Davy: This don't 'ave to do wit' the whole superhero thing again, does it?

Micky: Sorry, Urse. *glares at Davy* How'd you know? :P ;)

Davy: You only fiddle around 'ere when you've got bein' Batman on the brain.

Mike: No, he just has bats in his brain, period. :p

Micky: Hey!? :P

Peter: (Goes and checks Micky's head) I don't see any bats!

Micky: Thanks, Pete. :P

Ursula: I thought you said you were giving up the superhero buisness.

Mike: We are, Urse. We've got families and careers to think of. We're musicians, not Superman or X-Men or whatever. :p

Peter: I think wearing the suits and getting to help out was kind of fun! :)

Mike: We do that anyway without the suits, whether we like it or not. :p

Micky: But now the suits will heighten our powers and make us safer! :D

Mike: That's what you said the LAST time...and I don't really think we need to heighten our powers anymore, anyway. :p

Peter: Will they really keep us safer? :)

Micky: Yes, they'll definite keep us safer. And by "heightening" I meant our powers will be more streamlined. Focused, you know?

Mike: (Looks up; now HE'S interested) More focused? Do you think it would work for ALL our powers?

Davy: Or at all? :p

Ursula: May we see the suit, Micky?

Mike: If you haven't blown it up.

Micky: Funny, Mike. Here. *pulls off the white "mad scientist" coat he's been wearing to reveal that he's already wearing the red MonkeeMan suit; the suit still looks the same except that the one he wears has black trim*

Peter: Hey, that looks almost the same as the old one! :p

Mike: Show us what it can do.

Micky: Well, whaddaya wanna see? There's TONS of things I could do. ;)

Mike: Fly. That seems safe.

Davy: Only thing that's safe wit' 'im.

Peter: Hey, Micky made the suit! He knows what he's doing! :p

Micky: Thank you for the vote of confidence, Big Peter. *sticks his tongue out at Davy* Alright, here we go...

(Davy sticks his out at Mick. :p)

Ursula: Please, boys, just show the suit. :p

*Micky takes three running steps and takes off. He flies in circles and figure-eights around the ceiling of the cave.*

Peter: (Eyes widen) Wow... :O

Davy: Very nice, mate. :)

Mike: Not bad. (But he's grinning.) :D

Ursula: Quite well done, if you're a bird. ;)

Micky: *still flying* There IS one minor bug I haven't quite worked out yet, though. *comes in for a landing, but he crashes and tumbles, ending up on his back* The landings leave a bit to be desired. :P

Peter: Oh, man, and I do enough of that already... :o

Davy: Ouch. :p

Mike: You're gonna have to work on that. :p

Ursula: Are you all right, Micky?

Micky: *stands, rubbing at his rear* Yeah, I'm fine. That's been happening all week. I think I've practically lost the feeling in my rear from crashing. :P ;)

Mike: Anything else the suit can...focus?

Davy: Without killin' us?

Micky: Whatcha got in mind, Mike? ;)

Mike: Oh, like me turning into a raging animal whenever my temper rises... :p

Davy: Mike, you're gettin' bettah at that.

Peter: Yeah, you've only turned into a wolf a few times!

Micky: Exactly though, Mike. It keeps you focused on the task at hand.

Mike: And less focused on whatever's pissin' me off.

Micky: That's right.

Davy: Can we shoot lasers and have X-ray vision? ;)

Mike: I hope not. That's the last thing he needs. :p

Davy: I wasn't thinkin' of usin' it for THAT! :p

Mike: Sure you weren't. :p

Peter: Using it for what?

Mike: Never mind, Pete. :p

Micky: *grins* I keep finding out new things I can do with my suit. *scratches his head* Maybe I oughtta write this stuff down and make a manual. ;)

Ursula: Do that, please. Your memory is not the best.

Mike: Yeah, we don't want any unpleasant surprises if we use the darn things. :p

Micky: Alright, alright! Yeesh. :P ;)

Peter: (City-lighting grin) So, are we back in the superhero business? :D

Mike: I don't know...

Micky: Come on, Mike! :)

Davy: We could stay away from evil tycoons and such, Mike! We promise! ;) :D

Ursula: It would seem you're outnumbered, Michael. :)

Mike: Oh, man... :p

(That's when the communicator switches on and starts flashing.)

Mike: Hey, what's goin' on?

Davy: I 'aven't seen that thing act like that in yeahs!

Micky: Ummm, I don't think that's good. :P

Peter: (Goes to the monitor and gasps) Guys, there's a bank robbery at the Cape Crest Savings on Main and Palm Street! :o

Davy: (Frowns) Looks like a bunch of thugs to me.

Peter: (Looks at Mike with large, trembling brown eyes) Mike, we've got to help them! :o

Ursula: It would seem, Michael, that your particular talents are needed after all. ;)

Micky: *grasps the corners of his cape* And suits! :D ;)

Mike: Could we at least lose the capes? They look silly and get caught on things. :p

Peter: I like them!

Micky: *spreads his cape* I'm keeping mine. *sighs* But if you don't wanna keep the cape... :P

Davy: What does it mattah? Let's get going, before those thugs get away! :p

Peter: Lead us to your suits, Mick! :D

Ursula: Just be careful, warriors.

Micky: We will! ;) :D *waves the other guys on*

(Cut to a scene of the guys, now in suits similar to Micky's, taking off. Peter does take off, but he's rather shaky.)

(We get a quick sequence of them flying through the air, over the desert and suburbs of Southern California - with some very obvious 70s special effects and bluescreen work - and them coming up on the bank where the robbery is taking place. They fly through a window as the thugs corner the bank staff and customers. Peter crashes through a desk. Mike lands on several thugs. Micky and Davy land on each other. Mike helps Peter out of the desk and run over to the thugs.)

(Mike grabs one thug's gun and ties it into a pretzel, then squirts mustard on it and eats it. He hands it to the thug and walks off, still eating part of it. ;) )

*Micky and Davy shove the other off and eventually shove themselves into two of the thugs.*

(Peter pulls rugs out from under two thugs, who fall to the ground and are pounced on by the others. ;) )

(Mike shakes his finger at one thug who has been menacing an old lady and took her purse. He hands the purse back to the lady, who proceeds to beat the thug up herself. ;) )

*One of the thugs runs straight for Micky. Micky dips his head and blinks invisible. The thug comes to a sudden stop and goes flying back into the wall.*

(A couple of the thugs shoot at Mike. The bullets just bounce off him.)

(Peter takes the guns from two of the thugs and turns them into love beads and flowers, which he gives to the thugs, who hug him. :D)

(Davy hands a bouquet of flowers and a box of candy to the only female thug. She gets hearts in her eyes. :X)

*Micky, still invisible, grabs one of the goons' guns and bends the barrel of it. The goon's eyes widen and he tries to run off, only to be slammed into the wall.*

(The goons are still shooting at Mike, who is now playing his guitar. The bullets continue to bounce off him. ;) )

(Peter blasts a hot laser at one goon and warms his cocoa, which they eventually share. :) )

(The goons continue to shoot at Mike. He's now doing a crossword puzzle. ;) )

(Davy freezes a slushee for the girl goon. They drink it with two straws. :X)

(Micky and Peter bind most of the goons together as the song ends. Davy ties up the girl, who still stares at him. ;) )

Mike: I think that's the last of them.

Micky: Now wasn't that fun? ;)

Bank Manager: I thought I saw two more going into the gold deposits! :o

Mike: Gold? There's gold in them thar...um, thar those...um, the bank?

Micky: Well, lets go find them!

Mike: (Thickened Texas accent) Come on, pardners. Let's go get them there bad guys, before they make off with the bank's little old gold bricks. ;)

(They all make their way to the back of the bank...just in time to witness an explosion. There's a ton of smoke that they wave away, coughing.)

Mike: What the HELL is goin' on? :p

Peter: Who invited the fog?

(The guys make their way through the smoke, still swatting it, and over to a safe door that's half-off it's hinges.)

Micky: *coughs* I didn't do it! :P

Mike: We know, Mick. :p (Yells) Could the special effect guys PLEASE TURN OFF THE DAMN SMOKE so we could figure out what's goin' on?

Off-Camera Voice: Sorry. (The smoke immediately begins to diminish. As it clears, the guys find themselves staring at an empty room. There's another hole in the back wall.)

Peter: Oh, no! They got away! :(

Mike: Damn it!

Davy: We still saved the actual money and the bank staff and customers, though. :)

Micky: *whistles* Now that's a hole to be envious of. ;)

Mike: Micky Dolenz, if you even contemplate making a hole like that OR blowing up a safe, I will turn you into a pancake and eat you for breakfast with syrup and butter without the slightest hint of remorse. :p

Micky: *eyes widen* I think I'll be keeping my suit on for a while. It'll protect me from you! :P ;)

Peter: (As something starts buzzing on his suit) Um...my suit is making noise! :o

Mike: Pete, have you...

Peter: No, Mike, I did NOT eat Emma's Mexican bean casserole for lunch! :p

Micky: *snorts; shakes his head* No, Pete, it's trying to tell us where the next rescue is! Check your sleeve. There's a little communicator type thing. It's a smaller version of the warning signal.

Peter: (Looks at his sleeve as the other suits start buzzing) It's on Beachwood, not far from the Montgomery House.

Mike: We'd better get the bank manager to call the cops and high-tail it out of here, before someone starts asking questions.

(The boys head back to the front of the bank. Cut to them in the air over Beechwood. They land in a front yard. Mrs. Filcheck and Mrs. Purdy are yelling at each other under a tree. Mrs. Purdy's fuzzy little dog Duke occasionally barks his opinion. A soft gold cat stands on one limb on the tree, hissing at Duke and his mistress.)

Mike: (The thick accent again) We're here to save the day!

Mrs. Filcheck: (Frowns) Mike, are you boys drunk?

*Micky rolls his eyes.* :P

Mrs. Purdy: Has Micky been giving all of you those comic books he devours?

Peter: How could he devour paper?

Davy: We just want to 'elp, ladies. What seems to be the problem?

Mrs. Flicheck: (Points at Duke) Her bratty dog chased my sweet little Goldie into that tree! :p

Mrs. Purdy: Duke is the gentlest, kindest animal on the face of this planet, Alice! Your cat dug in my prize petunias, and he was getting her out of them! :p

Mike: (Groans) Is that all?

Micky: Oh, man... :P

Mrs. Purdy: Do you know how long it took for me to raise those petunias, young man?

Mrs. Filcheck: I want my Goldie on the ground, and I want her dog (points at Mrs. Purdy) out of my yard!

Mrs. Purdy: I want your cat out of my garden! :p

Peter: (Looks up in the tree) I'll get poor Goldie, guys.

Mike: (Sighs) I'll help Pete with the cat. You boys check the garden for signs of damage, so we can tell these ladies which animal was really the cause of the trouble. :p

Micky: Alright. C'mon, Dave.

(Peter goes in the tree and reaches for Goldie, but she puts out her claws and hisses.)

Peter: (Strokes the cat) Come on, girl. Nice Goldie. I won't hurt you.

(Davy and Micky go over to the garden and inspect the ruined petunias. There's a hole in the fence near the broken flowers.)

Davy: Hmmm. The cat could 'ave made some of these holes, but some of them are too big for just 'er to 'ave made...

Micky: *shakes his head* You know, I'd say both of them made these holes.

Davy: Yeah. Looks like the dog went back to finish what the cat started.

(Peter strokes the cat. She scratches at him, but her claws makes no dent in the suit, though she does scratch his chin and draws blood.)

Mike: Man, Pete, watch out! That chick carries her own weapons! :p

Peter: Goldie, that wasn't nice. I'm trying to help you. (He keeps stroking Goldie and whispering gently to her. She finally goes up to him and rubs his legs with her head. He collects her into his arms and flies to the ground with her.)

Mrs. Filcheck: (Takes Goldie in her arms; the cat rubs her mistress' chin) Oh, thank you, thank you SO much, Peter! :D

Peter: (Turns the color of his suit) Aw, it was nothing. :">

Davy: (As he and Micky join the others) We now 'ave our full report on the perpetrators who caused the destruction of the petunias, chief. ;)

Mike: (Crosses his arms) Good.

Mrs. Purdy: It was that cat, wasn't it?

Mrs. Flicheck: Goldie wouldn't...

Micky: Sorry, ladies, but BOTH of the animals are at fault.

Mrs. Filcheck: Goldie?

Mrs. Purdy: (Turns to Duke and shakes her finger) Duke! Bad dog! It's bad enough the cat did it, but you know better!

Davy: (Nods) The cat got into the garden through a hole in the fence. (Sighs) Actually, if you both own the fence, YOU'RE at fault. That fence is very old wood and wire. No wonder the cat got through it so easily. A mouse wouldn't 'ave a 'ard time gettin' through.

Mrs. Flicheck: (Blushes) Actually, the fence is...mine.

Mrs. Purdy: Alice, I've told you a hundred times to get that fence fixed! :p

Mrs. Flicheck: My Oliver used to do all the work around the house, and I don't have the money to hire anyone to do it since he died. :(

Mike: Hey, Mick, don't you know some folks who could give Mrs. F a hand? ;)

Micky: Of course I do! I can get someone good for real cheap. Most of the guys I know will take almost any payment just to get work.

Mrs. Flicheck: (Nods at her house) Why don't I bring Goldie inside and give you my phone number, and you can give me theirs?

Mrs. Purdy: And I'll bring you some of my chocolate chip cake to thank you for finding out what happened to my garden!

Micky: I'm there! :D ;)

Mrs. Filcheck: (Smiles) You can have some lemonade to go with that cake. I make it myself from the lemon tree in my yard. :)

Peter: From real organic lemons? Ooohh... :D

(They follow the two women inside, both of them scolding their respective pets. Cut to the sky again.)

Mike: (Sighs) That was nice of you to offer to help Mrs. F out, Mick.

Davy: I'm just glad Mrs. F agreed to bandage Petah up 'cause it was 'er nasty cat who clawed 'im. ;) :)

Micky: *shrugs* No problem. :)

Peter: (Touches the bandage on his chin) Goldie wasn't really nasty, Davy. She was just scared. She knew she and Duke did something wrong.

Micky: And I forgot the mention that the suits can only protect what they cover. :P

Peter: (Indicates his arms) She scratched me in a lot of other places, Mick. It could have been worse! :p

Mike: (As the suits start buzzing again) Now what?

Peter: (Looks at the communicator) It's at the park on Main Street!

Mike: Let's go, MonkeeMen! Maybe we'll get an armed robbery or a hostage situation or something.

Peter: I kind of liked saving cats! :D

Micky: I want some excitement! ;) :P

(They land at the park, where three children, two little boys and a girl in overalls, are yelling and crying. One larger boy in a high school varsity letter jacket holds a basketball, running off in the opposite direction. The girl and the older kid chase after him, but they aren't fast enough and lose him. The smaller boy goes to the merry-go-round on the playground and sobs.)

Mike: (Lands; the kids all stare in surprise) What seems to be the problem, kiddies?

Older Boy: Hey, I saw you on the Sally Starr Show my big sister watches a few weeks ago! :D

Girl: Why are you dressed like Superman?

Peter: We like to help people, too. :)

Mike: We're preparing for a costume party. ;)

Micky: We like tights. ;)

Younger Boy: (As Peter sits next to him and puts his arm around him) K...Kevin...Fox...big kid...plays basketball...he picks on us...took ball... :((

Girl: Kevin Fox is a great big meanie! He called us babies and stole our ball!

Older Boy: We tried to get him and shake him down, like the cops on TV, but we couldn't catch him! :(

Mike: Man, pickin' on little kids just ain't right! (Nods at Pete) Peter, why don't you and Davy stay with the kids, while Mick and I see if we can persuade this Kevin fellow to nicely return these cowpokes their property? ;)

Younger Boy: Would you? :)

Peter: (Hugs the boy) Of course!

Davy: We wouldn't let some big guy 'urt nice tykes like you! :)

Mike: Yeah, you might buy our records in a few weeks. ;)

Micky: Darn right! ;)

Mike: (Whispers to Mick) We'd better just run. I ain't explaining the flying where the kids can actually see it, and no, I don't think they'd buy special effects. Kids are pretty smart critters these days. :p

Micky: *nods* Good idea, man. ;)

(Mike and Micky take off in the direction of the older boy. They run as fast as they can, but can't find the boy anywhere. Mike finally stops, panting.)

Mike: Oh man, we'll NEVER catch up with that kid! :p

Micky: Well, it's funny you should mention that, Mike. The suits also provide super speed. ;)

Mike: NOW you tell me! (Stands and starts moving his feet a bit) How does it work?

Micky: You didn't ask! *sighs* There is a slight trick to this. You have to NOT run at your fastest speed.

Mike: In that case, I'd be walkin'. :p (Starts running slowly...then takes off like a shot, so fast he can barely be seen. Micky takes off after him, and the two finally arrive at a place where a bunch of big high schoolers in letter jackets are bouncing the kids' ball, shooting baskets and making "hey, look at me, I'm a baby!" jokes. :p)

Micky: Wouldja get a load of these goons? :P

Mike: What a bunch of losers. :p

(Mike and Micky step out to the court. The teens turn to them and double over laughing.)

Kevin: What's this, a freak convention?

Teen 1: Didn't I see you guys in the funny papers?

Teen 2: Nice fashion statement.

Mike: Look, we don't care if you asses think you're bein' cute. Just give us those kids' ball back.

Kevin: Make us, losers.

Micky: *smirks* It's funny you should say that. ;)

Mike: We can do this the easy way, boys, or the not-nice way.

Kevin: What, you two skinny beanpoles?

Micky: I'm thinking they want some proof. ;)

Mike: Do you want to start, or should I? ;)

Micky: Can I start?

Mike: (Pulls back) Be my guest. ;)

Micky: Thank you. *turns to glare at the kids, then bows his head and blinks out*

Teen 1: Where did he go?

Kevin: What the hell is this, The Twilight Zone? :o :p

*Suddenly, the ball the teens stole starts to float away from them. Then it dribbles itself and is launched at the basket. It bounces off the backboard, back towards where it was shot from, stops like it's hit a wall, and starts dribbling itself again.*

Teen 2: Whoa, it's a ghost ball! :o

Kevin: Ok, where's the wire holding up the ball?

Teen 3: That's some special effect! :o

Mike: Don't ask me how he did that, cause I don't know anymore than you do. :p

*The ball begins to spin in mid air, then tosses itself to Mike.* ;)

Mike: Thanks, Mick. (Grabs it, then does a couple of moves of his own. He ducks around the teens who come at him so fast, they can't catch him. He slides under one, then flies up to the basket for a slam dunk, which he catches. He then quadruple-time dribbles in front of a kid, who gets dizzy watching him.)

Kevin: Let's get these freaks! :p X(

Mike: I wouldn't do that, boys. ;)

(Mike flies over their heads and makes another basket. A dark blue light surrounds the teens...and when it subsides, they're all dressed in little kids' clothes, overalls and bibs and too-tight t-shirts and booties and such. ;) )

Micky: *blinks in next to Mike* Nice touch. ;)

Mike: (Grins) Thanks. (Glares at the whining teenagers) So...who's the babies now? That ball doesn't belong to you, and you shouldn't take things from other people, no matter how old you are.

Kevin: (Whines) You can HAVE the stupid ball back! Just give us our clothes! :p

Teen 1: I'm freezing in this outfit! :p

Micky: I don't know... ;)

Mike: I won't return your clothes unless you promise not to pick on anyone smaller or younger than you are ever again...and tell your budies not to pick on them, either, or they'll get WORSE from us. ;)

Kevin: Fine! Just turn us back!

Teen 2: I'll never live this down if my girlfriend sees me like this! :p

Mike: Good. (Concentrates. There's a dark blue light, and the boys are now back in their original clothes. They take one look at Mike and Micky and run off, shaking their heads and muttering about freaks in tights.)

Micky: That was fun. ;)

Mike: Come on. Let's get back to the boys and give the kids their ball, before those teenagers change their minds.

(Cut to Peter and Davy. Davy chases the two older kids, playing tag. Peter talks to the younger boy, still sitting on the merry-go-round.)

Mike: We're back, and we found your ball.

Older Boy: (Takes the ball from Micky) Wow, Mister, thanks!

Micky: You're welcome! :)

Girl: How did you get it?

Mike: Let's just say we taught those teenagers a lesson in picking on those smaller than they are. ;)

Younger Boy: (Sniffles and hugs Peter) Thanks for making me feel better!

Peter: (Smiles and hugs him back) Any time. :)

Older Boy: Do you want to stay and play ball with us?

Mike: Maybe some other time, cowboy. We've got work to do.

Girl: Thank you! :)

Davy: Sure there, young lady. We always help out those in need. :)

Micky: Glad to be of service. :)

Mike: And now, come, MonkeeMen, let us AWAAAAAYYYY! (The four take off into the forest, and we once again see them flying through the sky as the kids wave.)