Everyone ready to get back inside and find the ladies?

Micky: Definitely!

Davy: I am!

Peter: We've got to get big again! :o

Mike: Man...

(Mike directs the dog to the back door. The guys peer in.)

Mike: Hey, girls? Anyone home?

Micky: Hello!?

Peter: Someone has to be home if the kids are still asleep!

Mike: They must be out lookin' for us!

Peter: (Bangs on the glass - it sounds more like a tap) Girls? Lauren? Em?

Davy: They can't hear us, mates.

Mike: Damn it, they must be upstairs or around front.

Peter: We'll have to find a way back in, then.

Mike: I've got an idea. (He tugs the line around) Mick, don't you have a door for Onyx to come in on front?

Peter: (Nods) Right! We got in the house that way the first time!

Micky: What're we waiting for?

(Mike directs the dog around front...just in time to miss seeing Emma, Lauren, and Daphne enter the garage.)

Emma: Maybe you missed something the first time.

Lauren: Maybe...

Emma: (Sighs) Daph, don't worry. We'll do a quick check and go right back in. The older kids should be getting up soon, anyway.

Daphne: Okay. I'm just not using to leaving her for very long. :)

Emma: Daph, we know how you feel. Remember how I was with Katie when she was born? ;)

Lauren: Magnets.

Daphne: Exactly.

Emma: (As they head in the garage) You know, isn't it a little strange that the garage door is wide open?

Lauren: You know, it is, even for Mick.

Emma: I highly doubt he'd want anyone to lift this stuff. (Looks around at the mess) That is, if anyone could find something to lift in here.

(They wander around the room, looking for the guys. Lauren stops by the chemistry set.)

Emma: You sure you want to be within five miles of that? Who knows what Micky's concocted lately?

Lauren: Actually, that's why I'm over here. It looks like he HAS concocted something. *traces the edge of some ashes* Looks like whatever he made blew up to the pointing of smoking. :P

Emma: Oh god. Do you think it did something to him?

Lauren: *brushes her hands off* They're missing. It probably did do something. What, I'm not really sure.

Emma: Do either of you see any sign of what might have happened to them?

Daphne: I don't see anything.

Emma: (Looks around) I don't, either. There's something weird going on, but I think we've done everything we can. (Looks at the girls) Why don't we go inside and get a drink? We'll call the guys on the communicators later.

Lauren: That's fine.

Emma: (Grins) I'll bet Mick turned their skin green or something and they ran out to find the right ingredients to change them back.

Lauren: Or maybe orange.

Emma: Or their noses grew eight feet long.

Daphne: Or their hair turned blue.

Lauren: Or their hair fell out.

Emma: Come on. Let's go inside, before the kids wake up and realize no one's home. (Grins) And it's more fun to make fun of the guys where there's drinks handy.

Lauren: You're darn right.

Daphne: Good point.

(The girls head for the front door...just in time to miss the guys scurrying up the piece of wood leaning against the stairs and into the pet door.)

(The dog still sits in front of the house, waiting expectantly for more bones. Emma pats him on the head as she goes by.)

Mike: Whew! We owe that dog one. Remind me to find him a bigger bone when we're our right size again.

Micky: *elbows Davy* You remind him, Dave. I still haven't forgiven that dog for scaring the crap out of me.

Peter: I'm sure he meant well, Micky. He probably thought he found a moving toy who could play with him!

Micky: Maybe. :P

Mike: We'll worry about the dog later. Right now, we've got to find the girls. (Nods at the stairs) Let's go.

(They make a break for the stairs...and stop right in front of them. They look very, VERY high from their point of view!)

Micky: Now what?

Peter: Um, how are we going to get up there?

Mike: Why don't we do what we do in the vacumn cleaner scene in the movie and climb on each other's shoulders?

Peter: Let me go first. (Gently hefts Micky's legs) Michael, you may be the tallest, but you are NOT the strongest.

Mike: I told you, I ain't the one who wrote that. Jack wrote that, and we were all stoned, anyway. (He climbs onto Peter, then onto Micky's shoulders, Peter making a face as Mike climbs onto him.)

Davy: Hang on there, Petah.

Peter: Ok, Davy, you get to the top, and then you can help Micky up, and you two will help the rest of us!

Davy: Right, mate.

*Davy climbs up and onto the first step.*

Mike: (As Davy helps Micky, and they help him) Um, Mick, how many steps are on this staircase?

Micky: Seventeen.

Peter: Oh dear...

Mike: Shit.

Davy: Wot?!

("Take A Giant Step" begins as the camera pulls back from the guys pushing each other up the stairs...taking in the girls heading for the kitchen, laughing. They don't even glance at the stairs.)

(All four guys flop down, exausted, when they finally get to the top stairs. Mike looks around. Maybe they could split up and each take a room.)

(Mike heads for the kids' room. The door is opened a crack; he peers in. It's dim but cozy. The twins, Katie, and Jordan are passed out in the twins' beds, in similiar sleeping positions to the ones they had in "Snowbound In California." Lizzie sleeps in a little crib. Mike tip-toes in the room...and immediately trips over a big rocking clown. He's first scared by a giant rocking horse, then a huge doll with black yarn hair. He finally runs out of the room.)

*Micky wanders into the bathroom, slides on the linoleum, and crashes into a plastic trash container, knocking it over.*

(Peter walks into the guest bedroom...or he might, since all we see above the thick shag carpeting is the top of his blond head.)

*Davy wanders into the main bedroom. He doesn't get very far before he runs into a smelly tennis sneaker. He pinches his nose and moves farther into the room.*

(Mike walks into the bathroom, looking for Micky. He checks under the rug, in the overturned trash can, nothing.)

*Micky climbs out fromm around the back of the toilet, brushing himself off.*

(Mike raises his eyebrows, but then shakes his head and sighs. He wants to find the other guys. He doesn't see the girls anywhere.)

*Micky shrugs. He doesn't know where the girls might've gone to.*

(Mike and Micky head for the main bedroom next. Mike runs into Micky's shoe. He coughs and gags, growling to Mick about buying new shoes and how can Lauren stand how his feet smell?)

*Micky rolls his eyes and ignores Mike.*

(Mike calls for Davy. He points under the bed. If the kid went under there, they'll NEVER see him again!)

*Davy comes out of the open closet door.*

(Mike and Micky hurry over to him. Find anything?)

*Davy shakes his head. He didn't even find any skeletons!*

(Mike shakes his head, and they head over to the guest bedroom. All we see is a curly head, a dark head, and the very tip-top of a smooth brown head run into a blond head. The blond head shakes, and they walk out again.)

(Cut to all four guys in the hallway as the music ends.)

Mike: Great. Maybe we could try the kiddies again. They might be gettin' up by now.

Peter: Maybe we could get them to bring us to the girls!

Micky: Might as well try.

(As the guys head for the kids' room, the camera travels ahead of them. We first focus on Shelly. She sits up, yawns, and stretches.)

(Katie turns over and peeks one eye open, yawning.)

Katie: "Hi, Shel. Have a nice nap?"

Shelly: "Yeah! You?"

Katie: "Ok. (She sits up) I'm worried about our daddies. What if someone stepped on them?"

(Jordan's eyes flutter open next. He sits up with a big yawn.)

Jordan: "Oooh, what a nice nap! :)"

Shelly: "Our daddies can take care of themselves!"

Katie: "But they're the size of our toys, remember?"

Jordan: "Who's the size of our toys?"

Katie: "Our daddies! They're little, and I'm afraid someone may have squished them!"

"Jordan: They did? Daddy won't play music with me?"

Katie: (Sighs) "He's fine, Jordan. At least, I THINK he is."

(Jordan lets out a sob, waking up Little Mick.)

Little Mick: Huh? Wha...

Jordan: "OUR DADDIES GOT SQUISHED!"

Katie: "Shh! Shh! Jordan, don't cry! Our mommies will hear you!"

Shelly: "No, they didn't, Jordan!"

*Little Mick returns to sleep.*

Jordan: "No, Mick! (Shakes him) We have to make sure our daddies aren't squished!"

Mick: "*half into his pillow* They aren't squished."

Mike: No, we're right here! (All four kids look down to see their daddies amid stuffed toys and dolls and cars on the rug)

Peter: Don't worry, we're not squished!

Jordan: DADDY! (Jumps off the bed, grabs his father, and gives him a big hug!)

Peter: (Gags) Um, Jordan, if you don't put me down, I will get squished!

Jordan: (Drops his father onto a stuffed animal) Oooh, sorry Daddy.

Peter: (Gasps as he gets to his feet) That's...ok...

Katie: Papa! Hi there!

Mike: Hi, cowgirl.

Shelly: *waves* Hi Daddy! :)

Micky: *waves* Hi Shelly! *pauses* Wake up your brother!

*Shelly shakes Little Mick, but he doesn't move.*

Katie: (Pokes Little Mick) "Mick, our daddies are here! We have to get them to our mommies, or they might never be big again! Your daddy will never make music or blow anything up again! :p"

Jordan: Mick?

Little Mick: *sits up, frowning* "Okay..."

Katie: Here, Daddy! (Picks up Mike. Jordan gingerly picks up Peter. She turns to the twins) "Someone will have to pick up Unca Davy. Lizzie takes longer naps than we do."

Little Mick: *picks up Micky* Hi Daddy.

Shelly: *picks up Davy* Hi Unca Davy.

Mike: Well, kids, let's go find your moms and get this whole mess straightened out!

Katie: Okay, Papa! (They trot out the door, daddies in tow.)