(We open with the four kids climbing downstairs as well as they can with four Monkees in their palms.)

Jordan: Daddy, ride? (He puts his daddy on his back, since he has to climb down)

Peter: Sure! It'll be like riding a horse!

Jordan: Horsie! Neighhhh!

Peter: You make a very good horse, Jordan!

Katie: How you get little, Papa?

Mike: (Sighs) It's a long, long story, Katie.

Katie: Tell story!

Mike: We got stuck in one of Uncle Micky's experiments.

Katie: Ohhhhhhh.

Little Mick: Daddy made a booboo? :P

Micky: Yeah, Daddy sure did. :P

Mike: Huge, kiddo.

Peter: Mick, have you ever made other kinds of...booboos?

Mike: Besides the time he turned me into a rabbit?

Katie: Papa's a bunny?

Mike: Not anymore, cowgirl.

Micky: *sighs* I get it, guys.

Mike: I'm amazed this house is still in one piece.

Micky: Keep 'em coming. Kick me while I'm down.

Davy: Mick, we're trying to get it through that thick skull of yours that you need to stop with the weird experiments, or at least not get the lot of us involved in them.

Mike: The experiments are fine. Just keep them where they won't do too much harm. That's why you have your room in the Crystal Caves.

*Micky just makes a face.*

Shelly: *frowns* Poor Daddy.

Peter: (Sighs as Jordan hits the final steps) Poor Daddy is right, Shelly. Micky, we know you feel bad, and we don't mean to make you feel worse. We know you don't mean any harm. We all just have to be more careful around things that might hurt us. (Looks over his shoulder at the kids) That goes for you guys, too.

Mike: It ain't the chemistry that bothers us, Mick. That’s your hobby. You just gotta be more careful.

Peter: Especially around other people. (Smiles at Mick) Who knows, Mick? If you get it right, maybe you'll win a Nobel Prize in Physics someday!

Micky: *slight, half grin* That's what I've been trying for.

Mike: Maybe we could help you clean up the garage the next time we have a day off. (Puts up a hand) I'm not saying rearrange things, Mick. You might make fewer explosions if there were fewer things on the floor to trip over.

Micky: *nods* I have been meaning to clean up in there.

Peter: You need more shelves...and knowing you, I'm sure you wouldn't mind providing a few for yourself. Maybe some hooks for the wall.

Mike: Heck, if you could get the room from your neighbors, maybe you could expand the garage. Make it a two-car, so you might actually have some room for vehicles, too.

Micky: Lauren has been griping about wanting to get at least one of the cars in the garage.

Peter: There you go, Mick! (Looks at the twins) You know, I seem to remember you and Lauren mentioned having to help the twins get their room organized a few months ago.

Mike: Yeah, it was so messy, you couldn't find the kids anymore.

Micky: I seen to remember Lauren calling it a pig sty.

Peter: Didn't you make lots of shelves and pegboards and containers for their toys? This is the same thing, only with much bigger toys.

Katie: I know! (Looks at Micky and Shelly) "I remember! Your mommy was yelling at you all the time about how messy your room was, so you and your daddy made all those big shelves and toyboxes and put hooks in the wall!"

Shelly: We love it!

Little Mick: Looks really nice now!

Mike: Well, that's what we're gonna do with your daddy's garage, so no one else trips over anything else and spills more chemicals.

Peter: (To the kids, as Jordan joins them) Do you guys know where your mommies are?

Katie: Um...

(A burst of female laughter from the kitchen answers Peter's question. Mike sniffs loudly.)

Mike: I smell...cinnamon...sugar...bread...

Katie: (Sniffs; grins) Oooh, yummy!

Little Mick: Food! :D

Mike: Well, what are we waiting for? To the kitchen, all Guardians great and small!

(The kids trot into the kitchen, where Emma pulls out a pan of Biscuit Cinnamon Rolls and Lauren pours drinks for all of the ladies, including Valerie, who wears a suit and looks a little winded.)

Valerie: Thanks for watching...(smiles as the kids troop in)...hi, sweetie. How was your day?

Jordan: Good, Mommy!

Katie: (Tugs on her mother's pants leg) Um, Mama?

Emma: Yes, dear?

Katie: We found daddies!

Valerie: You did?

Lauren: Where?

Katie: (Holds Mike out in her palm) Here! Little!

Emma: (Almost drops the pan) WHAT?

Mike: (Waves) Uh, hi, darlin'.

Peter: (Waves from his son's back) Val, I'm here!

Valerie: Peter? What in the HECK...

*The twins hold out Micky and Davy, who wave from their palms.*

Lauren: I don't believe it.

Emma: Do I even WANT to know what you guys did?

(Shoves the pan on a wire rack to cool and takes Mike in her palm)

Mike: Ask Micky.

Valerie: (Glares at him) Miiiiiccckkkk...

Peter: (Puts up a hand) Val, don't. He's had more than enough from US.

Micky: *turns a few shades of red* Thanks, Pete.

Valerie: Well, how do we change you back?

Mike: We were hopin' you girls could tell us that.

Emma: (Looks at the other three women) I guess we'll have to imagine them larger.

Valerie: Unless one of you know anything about chemistry. I got good grades in high school and college, but I'm no genius.

Emma: I got rotten science grades in high school and avoided it in college.

Lauren: Imagination power would be preferable.

Katie: We help?

Emma: (Pats Katie on the shoulder) Sure! It'll be like last year, when we had to turn that bad weather machine into a nice statue!

Valerie: First of all, though, let's put all of the men on the floor. (The women and kids do so)

Emma: Ok everybody, concentrate on your daddies. Imagine them their normal size!

(Katie closes her eyes. Jordan shuts them tight and screws up his little face in concentration.)

*The twins close theirs, Mick scrunching his a bit more than needed.*

(There's several blue lights in different shades and variations of brightness. When they subside, the guys stand on the floor, their normal size again.)

Mike: Oh man, thank god! (Hugs Emma tight, then picks up Katie)

Peter: Thank you! (Hugs Valerie)

Micky: *hugs Lauren gently* Thanks, babe. *turns to the twins* And thank you to you too, kiddos.

Mike: And that... (frowns)...what's that scratching noise?

(The group goes to the front door. The dog is still there, whining. Mike leans over and pets him.)

Emma: He's been here all this time?

Valerie: He wanted to come in with me! Where did he come from?

Mike: He found us in the trash. Long story. I think he's a stray who just needs a home.

Valerie: Maybe we could take him to a shelter...

Katie: Nono! (She puts her arms around the dog) Doggie! :D

(The dog gives her one of his big, slurpy licks. :D)

Katie: Silly doggie!

Jordan: Funny doggie! :)

Mike: Oh man...

*The twins laugh.*

Emma: Mike, please? We don't have any pets, and he wouldn't be any trouble...

Mike: Well...(sighs)...he needs a home, and Katie sure seems to like him...

(He and Katie are already rolling around on the ground, playing. :D)

Micky: At least he isn't playing with ME anymore.

Emma: Katie, no! That dog may have fleas. We have to get him a collar and give him a bath. :p

(Katie's laughing too hard to reply. :)) )

Mike: (Sighs) We'll take him to get neutered and registered as soon as we can.

Peter: (Turns to Lauren) Lauren, how are you feeling? Do you need to go to the hospital yet?

Emma: One of us can take the twins when you do.

Lauren: *lets out a very relieved breath and turns to Micky* Let’s go.

*Micky grins widely.*

Peter: Since Mike and Emma have to handle the dog, (picks up Little Mick) how about we take the twins?

*Little Mick nods his head.*

Mike: Yeah. I guess that sorta calls rehearsal. We'll take Dave, Daph, and Miss Lizzie to their place in the hills.

Valerie: (She picks up Jordan with one arm) We'll stay here and pack up some stuff for the twins to stay with us for a few days, until Lauren gets out of the hospital.

Micky: Thanks, guys. :)

Peter: Anytime, Mick.

Mike: Yeah, no matter how much we pick on you, we're sorta family.

Peter: You've helped us before!

Davy: What're friends for?

Valerie: (Smiles at Shelly) Ok, kids, why don't you take us upstairs and help us pack some clothes and toys for you?

Shelly: Okay!

Jordan: Me too!

Peter: Of course. :)

Emma: I'll wrap up some of those cinnamon rolls for later and some for Peter and Val to take to give to the twins and Jordan. :)

Mike: Good luck with the kid. Call us when it pops out.

Micky: *laughs* Oh, we will!

Lauren: "Pops out." Nice wording. *rolls her eyes, but she's grinning*

(Emma nudges Mike, who shrugs.)

Mike: Well, isn't that what they do?

Emma: (Sighs and turns to Micky) You guys get along, before the kids see you. Good luck!

Micky: Thanks! *takes Lauren's arm and heads out*

(Davy and Daphne put their arms around each other and wave as Emma and Mike head for the kitchen, Peter, Val, Jordan, and the twins head for upstairs, and Katie and the dog continue to play in the door. The camera ends on Katie and her new-found friend.)