Ok, boys, ready to save the day?

Micky: Yeah! :D

Mike: Could we do somethin' a bit more interestin' than chasin' balls and cats?

Peter: I like helping people! :D

Davy: Everyone needs 'elp, Mike, not just giant cities and such.

(The guys are back up in the sky and in the bluescreen effects.)

Mike: You know, I wonder what that bank robbery was all about earlier. They let go of the money a bit too easily.

Davy: But they sure seemed desperate to get that gold!

Peter: Maybe they want to make the world's biggest gold necklace for their mothers?

Davy: (Sighs) Oh, Petah. :p

Micky: It's either that, or they thought there was chocolate inside the gold bars. ;)

Micky: *hears a beeping coming from his suit this time* Guess it's my turn to get the alarm. ;)

Mike: Ok, Mick, where are we headin' for?

Micky: *wide grin forms* I don't believe it! :D ;)

Peter: What, Mick?

Davy: What, aliens?

Mike: Evil homocidal maniacs?

Micky: *shakes his head* No...chocolate! :D ;)

Mike: (As the trio groan) Mick, get your mind out of your stomach for once! :p

Micky: But that's the message I'm getting! There's something going on at the Chocolate Factory! We gotta hurry, before something happens to perfectly good chocolate! ;) :P

Davy: (Grins) Yeah, man. God 'elp us if Mick don't get 'is daily candy supply! ;)

Peter: What if someone's getting hurt? :o

Mike: I agree with Pete and Mick. Let's check this out.

Micky: *whoops* Chocolate! :D ;)

(Cut to the boys flying over a large factory with boxes of chocolate bars and candies being unloaded. Cut to inside the factory. More thugs like the ones from the gold robbery are loading boxes of candy onto trucks. Two of them tie the factory workers together. The leader binds and gags the manager to a chair.)

Thug 1: We've almost got the last of it. What are we gonna do with these guys?

Thug 2: Can we dunk 'em?

Thug Leader: What kind of a criminal do you take me for? The guy who called us said not to make this messy, so no death! (Makes a face) Besides, I don't like killin'. Makes the floor sticky. :p

Thug 2: What does he want this stuff for?

Thug 1: (Grabs a bar and stuffs part of it in his mouth) 'Cause it tastes pretty darn good? :D

Thug Leader: (Smacks Thug 1) You ain't supposed to eat the supplies, bright boy! :p

Thug 1: (Whines) But I'm HUNGRY! :p

Thug Leader: We'll stop and get McDonald's or something on the way back. (Frowns as a there's a buzzing noise outside) What in the heck is that?

Thug 1: Is it a bird?

Thug 2: Is it a plane?

Thug Leader: It ain't Superman, I know that. He only lives in the comics.

Thug 3: (Looks up and points at a window) If it ain't Superman... (the guys are all hovering outside the window) what's that?

Thug Leader: Holy...

*Micky waves at them.* ;) :P

Mike: (Grins) I think that's our cue, fellas. ;)

Davy: Right, mates. Let 'ave at 'em!

Peter: Before they steal all the chocolate! :o

Micky: Incoming! :D

(The guys burst into the room as the thugs take cover, carrying various boxes. Peter lands on his stomach in front of one of the thugs, who drags him to his feet.)

Peter: Um, hi!

Mike: Well, this is interesting! Ain't you boys taking somethin' that don't belong to you? ;)

Thug Leader: What's it to you, freak?

Davy: You 'ear that? They think we're freaks! ;)

*Micky crashes into two of the thugs, knocking them over like bowling pins.* ;)

Micky: *shakes his head, sitting up* Oh, THEY'RE ones to talk! :P

Mike: (Crashes into a vat and knocks it over; people scatter) Ow. And I mean OW. Who put that oversized mixin’ bowl in my flight path? :p

Davy: (Crashes into Micky, knocking the thugs back to the ground) Darn it, Mick, could you get outta my way for once? :p

Micky: Get out of your way?! I was here first, man! :P

Peter: (As the thug drags him across the room to the bound factory workers) Um, guys, HELP! :-S

Micky: Argue later, help now! :P

Mike: (Rubs his head) Man, I've got to learn to watch out for random candy makin' equipment. (Sees Peter in trouble) Oh man, buddy, I'm comin'!

(The boys chase after the thugs as "Laugh" begins.)

(Mike hurries over to Peter and the thug...but Peter's already stepped on his toes. As he's jumping up and down, holding his foot, Mike points towards the sky. The thug looks up, and Mike tweaks his nose. As he rubs his nose, Mike and Peter make their escape.)

*One of the thugs picks up a small vat of chocolate and starts after Micky. Micky bows his head and blinks invisible. The thug stops abruptly, surprised, but the vat keeps going and DOES land on the still-invisible Micky, covering him in chocolate and making his outline visible.*

(Mike and Peter sever the bottom of a vat of cooling chocolate with their lasers. The chocolate spills over a bunch of thugs.)

(Davy runs his finger over the partially-invisible Micky, happily licking them. ;) )

*Micky blinks completely visible and sticks his tongue out at Davy. He shrugs, runs a finger along his cheek, and licks it.* :)

(A bunch of thugs are looking for Mike and Peter. Suddenly, there's a blue light, and nuts rain from the celing, burrying the thugs. Mike and Peter, who hold now-empty burlap sacks, grin and give each other high-fives. :D ;) )

(Mike and Peter run to the factory workers and manager and untie them. The two indicate some outer offices, where there are phones to call the cops. The grateful workers and managers head for the offices.)

(Davy and Micky lead a bunch of thugs to a conveyor belt. Davy chases them onto it while Micky switches the controls on.)

(No one notices a few thugs make their way to another set of controls...these controlling the vats.)

(Davy waves and hops off the conveyor belt as it lurches to life. The thugs start running, but are eventually carried to the end of the belt. They're first dunked in the chocolate vats, then "molded" by molding machines into "bars." We finally see two thug-shaped chocolate bars being loaded into boxes, stamped with the name of the factory, and loaded onto a truck. ;) )

Davy: (Grins at Micky) Nice work, mate. ;)

Micky: Not too shabby yourself, man. ;)

Davy: Piece of cake. (Blows on his fingers.) ;)

Mike: (As he and Peter join them) Nice work, guys!

Peter: We sent the factory workers and managers to call the police!

Mike: They should be here any...hey!

(As the music ends, a shower of sticky brown goo rains down on the boys.)

Micky: Oh, MAN! :P

Mike: Ugh. What IS this stuff? :p

Peter: (Tastes it and grins) Caramel! It's caramel candy! :D

Davy: And me without an apple. ;)

Thug Leader: (Laughs) That should hold 'em. ;)

Thug 1: Should we take them to our boss? He might be interested in them?

Thug Leader: (Grins) Sure. Load 'em up before the cops arrive, boys! ;) >:)

Mike: No! Let us...(struggles in the heavy, gooey liquid candy)...go!

Thug Leader: I think our boss could be interested in a bunch of guys who run around and think they're the Justice League of America. ;)

Micky: *grumbles* If he's Lex Luthor, maybe... :P

Davy: I ain't nevah gonna get this stuff out of me 'air. :p

Micky: YOUR hair? :P

Mike: Damn you, you... (he tries to attack the thugs, but the caramel is slowing him down. He throws out a fist...and it sticks to Peter) Oh man, sorry Pete! :p

Peter: That's ok, Mike. It didn't hurt. Let me help... (he tries to pull Mike's sticky hand away, but accidentally pushes him INTO Micky while he and Mike are still stuck)

Micky: *groans* This isn’t working, guys. :P

(The thugs double over laughing at the quartet's attempt to escape their...ahem...sticky predicament. They finally end up stuck together in a heap.)

Thug Leader: (As a siren is heard) As much fun as this is, it'll be even more fun at the boss's place. Get them on the carts and load them with the rest of the chocolate! ;)

Micky: *sighs* You know, this is turning out just like every Batman episode.

Davy: Tell me this ain't the cliff'angah! :p

Thug Leader: (As they're loaded onto a cart) We ain't gonna hang you off a cliff!

Thug 1: Yeah, the boss lives downtown! :D

(The leader elbows him.)

Micky: *whispers* Yeah, it is the cliffhanger. But that means that we'll be able to get out of this once we see their boss, hear his scheme, and he leaves us in some predicament that's sure to do us in, but won't because we figure a way out of it.

Peter: Wow. How did you know that? :o

Mike: You've really been doin' your homework, ain't you, Mick? ;)

Davy: Must you ask? 'E lives, breathes, eats, and sleeps comic books! :p

Micky: I've seen every Batman episode, what can I say? ;)

(We see a short montage of the boys being loaded into a truck with boxes of chocolate candies, then driven to a creepy old house in the middle of LA. We see the boxes being unloaded into a lab built in what was probably once the dining room and kitchen of the house, as there are ancient appliances and a large old table amid the brand-new chemicals and chocolate...and cauldrons of bubbling golden mixture. The still caramel-covered boys are left in the room, so stuck together they can barely move.)

Mike: Oh man, where ARE we?

Peter: (Whimpers) I don't like this! The last time I was in a lab in an abandoned factory, Shelia turned me into a puppy and helped that mean Dr. Marcovich split Mike and take Onyx's memory! :((

Mike: Pete, calm down. Marcovich is somewhere in New Jersey and doesn't recall a thing about what happened that afternoon, and I ain't gettin' the devil-warning stomach pains.

Micky: Typical bad guy hideout, though. Can't they EVER think of something original? :P

Davy: Yeah, Shelia's probably tied up in a board room somewhere. We ain't 'eard from 'er in months.

Mike: Don't say that, Dave. :p

Mike: You know, did it ever occur to you guys that we could probably just imagine ourselves out of this?

Peter: Oh, yeah!

Davy: Maybe Micky could eat our way out. ;)

Micky: Now that's a *grins* tasty idea! :D ;)

Mike: Mick, if you can handle it, go to it! :p

Davy: Before whoevah their "boss" is shows up! :p

Peter: (Tugs at some caramel on his hair) Let's help him! :)

Micky: *already with a mouthful* Way ahead of you! :D ;)

Mike: I ain't THAT hungry. :p

Davy: It's eithah that, or become the world's largest Rollo. I don't want to even contemplate what the "boss" 'as in mind for this equipment. :p (He pulls some caramel off his wrist.)

(Dissolve out on the guys eating the candy. When we return, they're unstuck, though still a bit sticky and brownish, and there are groans echoing in the room.)

Mike: Oh, man, this is going to mean a couple hundred trips to the dentist! :p

Peter: My stomach feels funny. :p

Micky: *still munching* Boy, you guys sure gave up easy. :P

Davy: Maybe we could just imagine the rest off. :p

Mike: If I can think on a full stomach. :p

Micky: If it'll make you guys stop complaining, then please, do try to imagine the rest off. :P ;)

Peter: (As voices are heard) What's that?

Davy: I 'ear voices!

Micky: Now what?

Mike: Or a voice, to be more specific. :p

(A little man in a white lab coat, backed by several thugs, enters the room. He frowns at the group.)

Little Man: What's this, a comic book fans' convention? :p

Mike: (Crosses his arms as best he can) We could ask you the same thing, pal. :p)

Peter: What is all this? (Leans over one of the pots filled with bubbling gold liquid)

Little Man: Don't do that! (Pulls Peter back) That's a part of my amazing, incredible scheme to undermine the entire US economical system! :p

Mike: Why don't you tell us more about it? ;)

Micky: Oh. I thought you were gonna make some gold teeth to make up for the real ones rotted away by all the chocolate and caramel. ;)

Little Man: The gold is going... (frowns and shakes his head) Oh, no. I'm not going to tell you all my wonderful, evil scheme so you can run off to the police and Batman and whomever else with it! :p

Micky: Awwwwe, and Commissioner Gordon and Chief O'Hara were looking forward to a nice update on your nefarious scheme! ;) :))

Thug Leader: Ain't you puttin' the gold in the chocolate and sendin' it to our nation's enemies so they'll have the money to buy and stockpile a lot of fancy weapons? :-/

Little Man: X-nay on the gold-ay, you moron! :p

Mike: (Grins) Well, boys, shall we take this evil-doer who uses his vast scientific knowledge to aid our nation's enemies down? ;)

Peter: Let's call the cops and arrest him! :D

Davy: That's the general idea. ;)

Micky: Pretty much, though I was hoping for a little more than that. ;)

Little Man: You won't get away that easily, boys! (He pulls down a lever. A huge, iron claw machine picks up all four boys in it's grip, swings them across the room, and holds the struggling foursome over a huge vat of molten gold)

Peter: Oh god, we're in trouble! :( :o :((

Mike: You won't get away with this, you nutjob! X(

Micky: Oh, wow, nice twist on the cliffhanger! ;)

Little Man: (Bows at Micky) Thank you. (To Mike) Oh, but I think I will, boy. The name of Dr. Ludvig Von Knitzer will be on the lips of every American government agent who laughed at my theories on the properties and values of mixing gold and chocolate!

*Micky and Davy mouth his name to each other.* :P ;)

Thug Leader: (Smirks) You guys are gonna be part of the recipie. ;)

Mike: Damn you, you lunatic! Get back over here! I ain't done with you yet! X(

Von Knitzer: I'm done with YOU, however. (He pulls another lever, and the claw begins to slowly inch towards the vat of bubbling liquid metal) It's a shame I won't be able to see you die a painful, horrible death, but I must see to the chocolate-coating of the gold. If you don't do it just right, the gold seeps into the candy and makes it taste quite metalic. :p (Walks off with the thug, muttering about gold and chocolate)

Peter: What are we going to do now? :o

Davy: Not to put too fine a point on it, but we're really stuck. :p

Micky: *looking around* Well...not really stuck...

Mike: (Struggles as hard as he can) There's gotta be a way to break out of this! X(

Davy: Mike, this thing is built like a tank. I can't budge it. :p

Peter: Me either! :(

Mike: Damn it, we can't end this way! We've got wives and kids to get back to, careers to go onto...and we're the heroes! :p

Micky: I can't think with you hyperventilating over there, Mike. :P ;)

Peter: (Whimpers) I'm scared! I want to go back to rescuing cats and balls! :((

Micky: *to himself* I wonder... *holds a hand in front of his face and blows on it; shakes his hand out* Well, whaddaya know?

Davy: What is it, Mick?

Mike: Can our suits amplify our powers enough to get us out of here?

Micky: I think they can, especially with all of us. If we all blow down at the vat, I think we can cool it off enough to not burn us.

Peter: Really? :D

Mike: Well, it's worth a try.

Davy: It's not any stranger than anything else we've evah done. ;)

Micky: Considering I just nearly froze my hand. :P ;)

Mike: Ok, guys, on the count of three, start blowin' as hard as you can! One...two...

Micky: THREE!

*All four guys blow at the vat at once. There's no longer steam rising from it. The claw reaches the metal...with a clang. The claw tips over, causing the guys to tumble out onto the cooled and now solid metal.*

Mike: (Grins as he shakily gets to his feet) Well, I'll be a son of a gun, it worked! :D

(Peter grabs Mick and gives him a HUGE hug! :D)

Davy: Nice work, mate! :D

Micky: No sweat! :D

Davy: (Shivers) Literally. It's freezin' in 'ere now! (Rubs his arms to warm them)

Mike: Damn, man, we can freeze stuff just with our breath!

Peter: Cool. REALLY cool. ;)

Micky: Another item for the manual. ;)

Mike: (Nods at the next room) Come on, guys, let's get that madman! X(

Peter: Um, why don't I go call the police? I don't really like fight sequences.

Mike: Good idea. There's probably an office around here somewhere.

Davy: Meet us back at the labs before the police arrive and we 'ave to explain our presence 'ere.

Peter: Right. (They all head off in opposite directions.)

*"This Just Doesn't Seem To Be My Day" begins as we see the Doctor and his thugs supervising the coating process. We get a quick montage of Mike, Davy, and Micky appearing, hiding, in different areas of the room.*

(One thug backs up against the vat...and is pulled behind it. There's some animated stars and action words and smoke, and Mike comes back from around the vat, tugging a chocolate-coated thug behind him.)

Mike: You know...there just might be a market for Thug a la cocoa. ;)

(Davy falls straight on another thug. He winds some cooling gold into gold floss and ties up the thug with it...then cleans his teeth. ;) :D)

*Micky is perched in the rafters. He seems to be staring at something, deep in concentration. From somewhere below, smoke starts to rise...* ;) :P

(The smoke finally surrounds the whole area. Thugs, the Doctor, and the guys are thrown out of and into the fray.)

(Mike ducks down to pick up an uneaten bar of chocolate as two thugs come at him. They end up jumping over him and into each other. Mike walks off, eating the chocolate bar.)

*Micky has three thugs surrounding him. He grabs one and tosses him. He grabs another, and tosses him. This one tumbles into the first. The third thug Micky rolls like a bowling ball, landing the guy on top of the other two. Micky whoops and exclaims "Strike!"* ;)

(The three boys confront Von Knitzer at his chemistry set as the music winds down.)

Von Knitzer: You won't catch me as easily as those dimwits!

Mike: I think we will. ;)

Micky: I do, too. ;)

Davy: Micky, since you're a fellow scientist, why don't you do it? ;)

Micky: I'd be more than happy to. *reaches out and grabs a vial* Oooh, what a beautiful shade of red! ;)

Mike: Miiiiiiicccckkkk.... :p

Micky: What? ;)

Davy: Wot you got in mind? ;)

Von Knitzer: (Grabs a vial of black liquid) Don't come any closer, or I'll throw this! It's my special concentrated explosive! If it even lands on the floor softly, it'll explode!

Micky: Oh, I like this! Dueling chemicals! :D ;)

Davy: Oh no.

Mike: Um, can we not be here for this? :p

Davy: Before we get knocked to the next hemisphere anyway?

Von Knitzer: You won't be going anywhere, my little southern friend. You and your two companions have come to the end of the line!

Micky: I wouldn't be so sure about that. *holds his vial up as he starts to fade out, grinning all the while* ;)

Von Knitzer: (Eyes widen) How...how...

Mike: Mick, how DO you do the invisiblity thing? :p

Micky: *the vial is now floating in mid-air* It's kinda tough to explain. I'll tell you guys later. *the vial floats closer to the Doctor*

Von Knitzer: Don't get any closer, wherever you are! (holds up the black vial) I'll use this! I will! I swear it!

Mike: How come we don't believe you? ;)

Micky: *takes away the black vial from the Doctor* Nyah nyah nyah nyah! :P ;)

Von Knitzer: (Grabs at it) Be careful with that! If you drop it, it'll blow all of us...and the gold and chocolate...to Kingdom Come and back! :o

Mike: You heard the guy, Mick! Don't play around with that stuff! :p

Micky: Then I guess I'll have to do something with it.*slowly, but steadily, the black vial begins to fade out*

Peter: (Bursts in) The police are on their way! (Frowns at the floating vials) Wow, who's doing that trick?

Von Knitzer: What happened to my explosive? :o

Micky: It went bye-bye. :P ;)

Mike: I don't know, but I do know what's going to happen to YOU. (Nods) Shall we, boys?

Micky: *fades in* We shall, we shall! ;)

Davy: (Grabs some more gold thread) This is powerful stuff, this is! ;)

(All four boys run around Von Knitzer so fast, they blurr into red, gold, black, and brown light. When they stop, Von Knitzer is tied to a chair with gold thread and groaning.)

Mike: Good work, men.

Davy: By the way, what was the red stuff, Mick?

Micky: *shrugs* I have no idea. That's why I commented on the color. I've never seen a chemical that color before.

Mike: In which case, let's not stick around to find out. (Nods at the window as sirens are heard) Monkeemen, AWAY!!!!

(All four boys fly out the window and into the sky as cop cars surround the area.)

Mike: (in the sky) Man, that was crazy.

Peter: Let's NOT do that again! :o

Micky: That was fun! :D ;)

Davy: I think so too, Mick. ;)

Mike: (Sighs) Pete, as much as you and I don't like it, this superhero business seems to involve some measure of danger.

Peter: Couldn't we just stick to cats and balls from now on?

Mike: Well, we WILL have to be more careful. We've got our careers to think of...not to mention our families. We can't just be blindly flying into danger.

Davy: But there are people in this world who need our 'elp, Michael.

Micky: I still think it's possible to do both.

Peter: We don't always have to help with big things, though. I felt just as good saving the kitty and getting the kids' ball back as I did stopping the mad scientist! :)

(There's another buzz, this time on Davy's wrist.)

Davy: (Looks at his wrist) We've got another one, Mike. Bunch of teenagers left their keys in their car and are stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Mike: (Sighs) Well...

Micky: Come on, Mike!

Peter: Michael, maybe THIS is why Ursula gave our ancestors these powers...and gave them back to US. She wants us to do good, to help people out.

Davy: And it doesn't always 'ave to be the big things. All kinds of people need 'elp, Mike.

Mike: (Sighs) Well...(shakes his head, but he's smiling)...looks like the MonkeeMen are back in business.

Peter: Yay! (Hugs Mike in mid-air)

Mike: (Puts up a hand) Just until our tour and the release of our album. We'll be too familiar to really help after that.

Davy: Not if we 'ide our identities bettah. ;)

Mike: How? :p

Peter: I'm sure we'll think of something! :)

Micky: Like wearing the suits under our clothes, for instance. I can make up some masks, too! :D ;)

Mike: (Nods) But for now, the MonkeeMen have helpless teenagers who need rescuing! (Grins as the camera focuses on all four of their beaming faces) Let's go, MonkeeMen! :D

(The camera pulls back, watching as the four boys fly off into the clouds before fading out all together.)