Everyone ready to think small?

Mike: Uh, I ain't sure.

Peter: Huh?

Micky: Ready...I think. :-/

Davy: Is that a short joke? :P

(We open with a rehearsal of "Daddy's Song" in the Rainbow Room in Micky and Lauren's house. Mike, Peter, and Davy are the only ones there; Micky is noticeably absent. An explosion that rocks the house brings the session to a very quick halt.)

Mike: (Almost falls over) What the HELL is he doin' now?

Peter: I thought he was working on some light effects for the show in Salt Lake City!

Davy: I don't know, mate, but maybe we should be wearing 'ard 'ats! :P

Mike: HE should be in HERE, not messin' around! (He finally puts down the guitar and heads out to the living room, which is covered with the kids' toys and Onyx' fur. Onyx lays placidly on the couch, being quite accustomed to the occasional explosion from the garage.) Mick! Mick, get in here!

Micky: *comes in from the attached garage; his face is a bit charred and his hair looks a bit singed* What's up, Mike?

Mike: Mick, what was THAT?

Micky: *shrugs* Just a little explosion.

Davy: A LITTLE explosion?

Peter: Micky, they heard that all the way in Utah!

Micky: Nah, they couldn't have! *pauses* You really think they did?

Mike: Mick, what did you do that was so noisy it nearly shook us right off the bandstand?

Micky: Just mixing chemicals. The usual.

Mike: WHAT chemicals?

Peter: Nothing (gulps)...illegal?

Micky: *folds his arms* What the heck do you guys think I DO with my chemistry set?

Mike: Blow out everyone's eardrums. Who the hell do you think you are, Keith Moon? (Puts up a hand) On second thought, don't answer that. We don't need you destroyin' hotel rooms.

*Micky hmphs.* :P

Peter: What are you making with your chemicals? Is it really a new light show?

Micky: Not quite. I'm trying to find the cure for the common cold.

Davy: Lots of luck, Mick.

Mike: Good. Em's been sneezin' her brains out, an' I think she gave it to Katie. I don't wanna be next.

Peter: Wow, Micky, really? You're trying to benefit mankind? That's so groovy!

Micky: Of course, considering the fact that Lauren has yet another cold, too.

Mike: She drank that stuff and she's still alive?

Micky: No, she hasn't tried it yet, because I haven't gotten it quite right yet.

Mike: (Crosses his arms) I guess you ain't got it quite right yet, since all of LA just heard the results.

Micky: *makes a face* No, but I'm getting close. You guys wanna see what I've got so far?

Peter: Sure! :D

Mike: But...

Davy: Wot could it 'urt, Mike?

Micky: Come ON! *grabs Mike's arm and drags him into the garage*

*The garage has no vehicles in it. The walls are lined with shelves filled with a variety of flasks of chemicals. There's three tables in the middle of the room. One holds a set with a spiral tube leading from one flask to another. There's a bunsen burner on the second and several flasks scattered about on the third. The garage is an absolute mess.*

Peter: (Looks around) Is it safe?

Mike: Ok, what garbage truck exploded in here?

Micky: Yeah, it's safe, just be sure you don't bump anything.

Mike: What IS all this stuff?

Peter: (As they cautiously make their way across the garage) I'm not sure I want to know!

Micky: Meet my experiments!

Peter: Wow!

Davy: Why am I worried?

Mike: We have to give you more to do in the studio. You obviously get too bored.

Micky: Funny, Mike.

Peter: What's this? (Picks up a beaker and almost knocks over a set of tubes as he does so. Davy and Mike pick carefully around the tables, staying close to Peter and Micky)

Micky: Careful, Pete! (Sighs) Please, guys, be VERY careful! I don't know how some of these things will react if mixed together! *picks up a tube and a flask, then accidentally bumps the table with the bunsen burner* Uh oh...

MIke: MICK!

Peter: Oh man!

Davy: Oh great! :P

*Everything turns to slow motion as one of the chemicals spills out onto the table toward the burner. The flame catches the liquid and poofs out a roomful of dark gray smoke, completely engulfing the four Monkees. There's coughing, which becomes fainter and fainter as the smoke begins to clear. When it does, the Monkees seem to be gone, until the camera zooms in on a spot on the floor...*

(We now see the Monkees on the floor, barely two inches tall. They're still coughing.)

Mike: (Hacks) Great, Mick...what happened?

Peter: Where are we?

Micky: *looks around, eyes wide* Oh no...well, we're still in the garage.

Davy: Wot?

Mike: Then why does everythin' look bigger? (Narrows his eyes and glares at Micky) Or it it us?

Peter: What do you mean?

Davy: Mick, I was short enough already!

Micky: Whatever that was that spilled into the burner must've SHRUNK us!

Peter: (Squeak) What?

Davy: No way... :P

Mike: You idiot! (Swats Micky over the head) Turn us back!

Micky: Ow! Mike, I didn't do it on purpose!

Davy: Then turn us back and we won't kill you!

Micky: *steps away* I...don't know how... *gulps; takes another step back*

Peter: (Gets between Micky and Davy) Guys, it wasn't his fault! It was an accident!

Mike: Yes, it is his fault! He shouldn't be messin' around with this stuff!

Micky: It was an accident!

Mike: If you didn't mix this in the first place...

Peter: Enough! (Separates them) We can't change the past, Michael. What's done is done, and what we have to do now is get to the chemistry set so Micky can mix a potion that will restore us to our right size.

Davy: *points up at the table* 'Ow do we DO that?

Mike: Anyone got any mountain' climbin' equipment?

Peter: Um, did it ever occur to anyone that we could just imagine ourselves bigger?

Mike: (Looks at Pete) Hey...you're right!

Peter: I can be right every now and then, Michael. THAT dumb, I am not.

Davy: Wot're we waiting for, mates? Let’s go for it!

(The four concentrate; Peter closes his eyes. There's a few small lights in various blue shades, but no one's any larger when it subsides.)

Peter: (Looks around, almost in tears) It didn't work!

Mike: Damn it!

Micky: Our powers must've shrunk, too!

Davy: Wondahful. :P

Mike: Mick, if we didn't need you to figure out how to mix these chemicals, do you know how far underground you'd be right now?

Peter: Mike, threatening Micky will get us nowhere! We have to find a way to the chemistry set!

Micky: And making me feel even WORSE than I already do isn't going to make me ATTEMPT anything with the set any quicker!

Peter: Michael, calm down. (To Micky) Do you remember exactly how you made that potion that shrunk us?

Micky: No. I'm not even sure which one spilled.

Mike: Great. How can we play a concert and finish the movie if they can't even see us?

Peter: Michael, I'm sure Micky will think of a way to make us an antidote!

Micky: How can I make an antidote if I don't know what shrunk us in the first place?

Mike: (Sighs) I can't believe this. (Turns to the guys) Why don't we go back to the house? The girls should be home soon with the kids. Maybe one of THEM would be able to turn us back.

Peter: How are we going to get BACK to the house?

Mike: The usual way. Walk.

Peter: That could take years!

Davy: Yeah, Mike, that's one LONG walk.

Mike: If anyone has any better ideas, I'm all ears.

Micky: Maybe we could use something as a makeshift car...

Mike: I'm sure you probably have somethin' that could move around here.

Peter: Does anyone have a toy car?

Micky: Yeah, Little Mick has several of them.

Mike: Maybe we could imagine one in here, if there isn't already one in here. (Looks at Mick) And don't give me that, Mick. I'll bet half the toy cars in the house are yours.

Micky: I gave them to him, if you must know.

Peter: Guys, don't start again! Micky, don't the kids come out here a lot?

Micky: There's gotta be one around here somewhere...

Micky: I'll get it... *concentrates; a red toy convertible with a splash of yellow on the doors appears in front of them*

Davy: Nice choice, Mick.

Peter: A mini-MonkeeMobile!

Mike: Great. Let's get going. (He starts to climb in the driver's seat, but Peter shakes his head)

Peter: I think Micky should drive. It's his house!

Mike: Pete...

Davy: Oh, come on, Mike. It IS his car, anyway.

Mike: (Sighs) Fine. (He gets in the passenger side of the front seat; Davy and Peter climb into the back)

("Little Red Rider" begins as Micky tries to figure out how to start up the car. It does get going after a few minutes...and a few blue lights.)

(Peter screams, pointing to various tubes and wires in their way. These items, normally just something one would trip over when one is normal-sized, now appear to loom over the car and their occupants.)

(The four duck under wires and drive around two tricycles, one red and blue, one lavender and white. The car goes out the open garage door, passing surprised bugs, rabbits, and mice, up a narrow board leaning against the stairs, and through Onyx’s pet door.)

(Peter points at a TV that appears massive to them. He'd love to watch a movie on a screen that size!)

*Onyx lifts his head from his perch on the couch and notices the little car driving by. He hops off the couch and follows the car slowly.*

(Mike's eyes widen as he points to the cat. Um, doesn't he look awfully hungry?)

(Peter tries to wave his arms and shoo Onyx away.)

(Micky tries to drive around the cat, but Onyx just keeps on following them. We get a shot of the car going left to right, and then right to left again, all while the cat keeps going after them.)

*Davy blue lights a ball of yarn and pushes it out of the car. The ball catches Onyx's attention, and he scampers after it.*

Peter: (As the music ends) Whew, that was close!

Mike: (Looks at Micky) Mick, where's the highest place in the house the girls would be able to see us at?

Micky: The island in the middle of the kitchen. The countertop is completely bare, so it'd be really hard to miss us.

Mike: (Nods) Then take us to the kitchen, my boy!

Micky: *half smirk* Gladly! ;)

Davy: That's a loaded statement, Mike.

Peter: (Groans; realizes what Davy's saying) Oh man! All that big food... :o

(Micky just continues to smirk as he turns the car to the kitchen and Onyx continues to play contentedly with his ball of yarn.)