Yeah. Everyone ready to move along? ;)

Mike: This is the strangest thing we've EVER done...and that's sayin' a lot!

Micky: Yes, please! Let’s hurry!

Peter: This is sorta cool...in a weird way...

Davy: Do we 'ave any choice?

(We open with the four guys sliding down the tube of the vacumn cleaner. They land in a dim, dusty, brownish room filled with dirt and various strange items.)

Peter: (As he gets to his feet) Is everyone ok?

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. (Rubs his elbow) Nothin' broken.

Peter: This is so weird. I've never been in a vacumn cleaner before, outside of the movie!

Micky: This is too weird even for us.

Mike: Yeah, well, now we've gotta figure out how to get OUT.

Peter: Just climb out?

Mike: How? It's too slippery. We need rope, or that ladder again.

Micky: Lauren always emtpies it after she's down since it's usually pretty full by the time she's done.

Mike: No kidding. What do you guys leave on your floors?

Peter: (Picks up a big high-heeled shoe) Is this Lauren's?

Mike: Looks like a Barbie shoe. Em's always fussin' over Katie leavin' them on the floor.

Micky: Well, there's cat hair, the messes the kids make, my messes... *points at the shoe* Barbie shoes. Lauren doesn't even OWN a pair of high heels.

Peter: Is that was this is? (Points to a ball of hair)

Mike: Tell me that ain't a hairball.

Micky: No, that was mine. It's curly.

Mike: Yeah, you'd have hair that big.

Micky: Thanks, I think.

Mike: There's gotta be some way...whoa! (The guys tumble to their feet as the room seems to start shaking)

(Cut to the kitchen, as Lauren empties the vacumn cleaner bag. Emma watches her.)

Emma: Are you sure you don't want any help?

Lauren: I'm okay. Just trying to keep my mind occupied.

Emma: Maybe we could try to get them on the communicators when Daphne comes back from getting Lizzie down for a nap.

Lauren: *nods* Good idea.

Emma: I'm not really so much worried as curious. Where could they have gone without at least Peter and Mike leaving a note?

Lauren: If we knew, we wouldn't be wondering where they are.

Emma: Maybe we could do some cleaning upstairs or in the garage without waking the kids.

Lauren: I think we can manage upstairs. Last I knew, Mick had his chemistry set spread out in the garage, so I really don't want to go out there.

Emma: Yeah, who knows what we'd do to ourselves around that stuff?

(The girls chuckle as Lauren leaves the trash can out next to a bunch of others on the side of the house. We cut back to inside the vacumn bag. The guys get gingerly to their feet again.

Peter: We've gotta stop making landings like that.

Davy: Wrecks 'avoc with the tailbone.

Peter: How are we going to get out of here?

Mike: And more to the point...what just happened?

Peter: An earthquake?

Mike: Inside a vacumn cleaner?

Micky: I think we just got thrown out with the garbage.

Peter: Ewwww.

Mike: Great. They've been tellin' me I'm garbage my entire life, and now it seems they're right.

Peter: Well, how do we get out?

Micky: Yeah, but now we can probably get out of the bag. There should be an opening at one end.

Davy: Then 'ow do we get out of the can?

Mike: Let's get out of the bag first, THEN get out of the can.

(Cut to the dark, dank metal inside of the trash can. We see one of the black plastic bags being cut open and the four Monkees jumping out. Mike tosses aside a piece of glass.)

Mike: Ok, we're outta there...(reels back from the sheer stench)...man, this REEKS! What do you guys put in your trash, whole dead fish? :p

Peter: (Holds his nose) Yuck! :p

Micky: *pinches his nose* Don't ask, Mike. :P

Mike: That ain't surprisin'. :p

Davy: Lets just get outta 'ere!

Mike: Yeah. (Looks up...and up...at the closed can) Anyone got any rope?

Davy: Fresh out, mate.

Peter: Maybe we could climb it.

Mike: (Touches the side of the can but pulls back) It's rusty beyond heck. It'll probably flake, and there's nothin' to grab onto.

Micky: Lauren has been telling me we need new cans.

Peter: What now?

Mike: First, I think we should... (but the can moves, throwing all four guys into the side)

Davy: Wot was that?

Micky: *eyes widen* Oh no. I've seen the neighbor's dog nosing around in our cans before. Damn thing always makes a mess.

(Cut to outside the can. A large, scruffy dog and a smaller dog is nosing around in the can. He knocks it over, and the guys come spilling out. They tear into the trash, ignoring the guys for the time being.)

Micky: *makes a face* Geez! He's got a friend with him this time!

Mike: Man, they're gettin's stuff all over!

Peter: Mike, they're just dogs! This is how they eat. They don't exactly have silverware, you know.

(The smaller dog takes off when it hears a voice calling "Mirabelle." The other dog doesn't have a collar. He leans over and sniffs Micky, grinning a big doggie grin.)

Peter: (He pats the dog's leg) Hey Mick, I think he likes you!

Micky: Oh great! He probably thinks I'm a fuzzy dog treat or something!

Davy: 'E'd 'ave the fuzzy part right.

(Mike and Peter chuckle. The dog picks Micky up gently by the shirt and trots off with him.)

Mike: Hey, wait up! That ain't no chew toy! That's our drummer!

Micky: HEY, PUT ME DOWN!

Peter: Mr. Dog, put him down! He can walk fine on his own!

Davy: Oh man, we gotta stop that dog!

Micky: *screams* GUYS!!!

Mike: Come back! (The other three chase after the dog, who trots into the backyard, as the scene fades out.)