Everyone ready to catch the bad guys?

Micky: You bet!

(Mike can only nod - he's still bound and gagged.)

Davy: Definitely!

Peter: I hope so! :o

(We open back in black-and-white. Emma emerges from the alley between the police station and the office building with a canvas bag.)

Emma: (Climbs into Alex's car) I have them.

Alex: About time. I was getting ready to go looking for you.

Emma: It took me a while to talk the coppers into giving these up.

(Emma holds the bag close to her as the car starts and heads down the street. Short montage of the car driving...and being followed by another car. Alex's car stops by the side of the Club Headquarters. He takes Emma's arm firmly.)

Alex: Come on, lets go take a look at those notebooks of yours.

Emma: Ow! You don't have to grab so hard! I don't have much of a choice about coming. You still have Mike.

Alex: Darn right.

(The camera follows Alex as he pulls Emma down the dark stairway into the basement room. The goons play cards under the one bald light. Mike still lays on the couch and is still bound and gagged, but he's now more awake; he struggles and growls.)

Man 1: Mr. Alex!

Man 3: We thought you'd NEVER get back

Man 2: Miss Saunders is gonna show up soon, so we gotta straighten up the joint. You know she's high-class.

Man 1: Yeah, we need a new light bulb!

Alex: *rolls his eyes* You guys are idiots, you know that?

Man 1: What are we gonna do with the dame and her boyfriend?

Man 2: He's startin' to get noisy!

(Mike glares and continues struggling. Emma moves in his direction, but Alex once again takes her arm.)

Emma: Alex, if you try anything, you won't get these notebooks!

Alex: I'm not interested in trying anything.

Emma: Can't you let him go? We won't squeal to anyone.

(Mike continues glaring at Alex as he rubs Emma's arm.)

Alex: I need to make sure first.

Emma: (Tries to pull back) Alex...

(Mike growls as loudly as he can and tries to free himself. That's when the door opens. Sheila enters, dusting off her black dress.)

Sheila: The shipment will be arriving in a half-hour... (Frowns when she sees Mike) Alex, what's he doing here? What did you DO to him? (Mike glares as Sheila goes to him.)

Alex: Nothing permanent.

Emma: Alex had these goons beat him to a pulp.

Sheila: (Joins Mike's glare at Alex) And why did you do that?

Alex: I was bored.

Sheila: Couldn't you find another way to relieve boredom? (She gently takes Mike's face in her gloved hands) Are you all right, honey?

(Mike pulls his face away from Sheila and glares white-hot fire at her.)

Emma: Get your hands off him!

Sheila: (Stands) Well, do you have the notebooks?

Alex: Right here.

Emma: Yes, I do.

Sheila: Well, hand them over!

Emma: Why do you want them so badly, anyway?

Sheila: Because we DON'T particularly want to be arrested!

Emma: All I want is my story!

Sheila: Your big story could get us big jail time.

Emma: (Holds the bag close to her and tries to move towards Mike) Why are you two doing this? Why did Lucian Zero do it? Why are you trying to undermine the US' economy? Hasn't this country gone through enough?

Sheila: Because we're aiming at the wrong side. You're a reporter. You've seen the headlines. Hitler and his boys have marched into half of Europe. It won't be long before they come over here.

Emma: How do you know that?

Sheila: (Smirks) Oh, we have our connections.

Man 2: Want me to get those notebooks?

Emma: (Pulls further back towards Mike, holding the bag close to her) You can have them when I'm ready!

Sheila: Alex, she's trying my patience. Get that bag.

Emma: No! (She jumps back as Alex reaches for her and two of the goons follow him. Suddenly, the door bursts open.)

Sheila: What on EARTH is that?

*Two guys dressed in Hawaiian shirts, khakis, and sandals have stepped into the room. The taller one carries a map and the shorter one has a set of binoculars.*

Sheila: Um, gentlemen, Hawaii is THAT way. (Points behind her)

(Mike's eyes widen. Emma tries to stifle her giggles; she knows darn well who they are.)

Man 2: What'cha doin' here, boys?

Man 1: (Waves his arms) Oooh, take a picture of me! :D

Davy: *turns* I TOLD you Albuquerque was the other way!

Micky: *shrugs* Sorry.

Sheila: (Crosses her arms) This is very far from New Mexico. We'd appreciate it if you would leave. Now.

(Mike struggles hard, trying to get the guys' attention. Three of the men block him from view.)

Emma: (Grins and goes up to the boys) Could you please help me? (Points at Sheila and Alex) These dastardly villains kidnapped me and my boyfriend and are holding us for ransom!

Sheila: You're so flattering.

Man 1: Somethin' seems fishy here.

Man 2: I don't think these guys are tourists. What would tourists be doin' down here?

Alex: This is ridiculous.

Man 2: (Grabs Micky's hair) I think I know these curls. Don't you got a brother who looks like him, Mr. Alex?

Alex: I sure do.

Man 3: (Grabs Davy) And this is the singer from the nightclub!

Davy: Do you mind?

Man 3: Not at all! (He picks Davy up off the ground!)

Emma: Hey, he's a good singer! We're going to need him tonight!

Sheila: Alex, he's your brother. What should we do with him and his little snooping English friend?

Emma: Let them, not to mention Mike and me, go.

Alex: Not a chance.

Sheila: Maybe they'd like to have a little fun with our boys, too, and join Mr. Nesmith.

(Just as the goons reach for Micky, the door bursts open again! Lauren and most of Mike's orchestra flood the small room.)

Emma: Lauren! You made it!

(Mike grins as John and Danny untie him and Marcus and Jack jump for the goons who were blocking him.)

Marcus: We brought the Calvary!

John: And the rest of it'll be here soon!

Sheila: What is going ON? (Turns to Alex) I thought this was a SECRET room!

Alex: *glares at Sheila* It used to be, until some left the door UNLOCKED!

Sheila: I didn't know I'd be letting everyone in the San Fernando Valley area in!

("Daddy's Song" begins as the musicians jump on Alex and his men.)

(John helps Mike to his feet. He growls and launches himself at Alex as best he can.)

(Nyles grins at Micky. Hey, Mr. Mechanical-Minded, wanna have fun with all these printing presses? ;))

*Micky nods emphatically while grinning, then goes over to one of the printing presses and starts playing with it.*

(Sheila's eyes widen when she sees Micky, but Lauren and Emma block her.)

(Davy grins and opens the door to the main room as the fight spills into the nightclub. Nyles heads for the kitchen.)

(Emma jumps away as Lauren makes a flying leap for Sheila, knocking her to the ground.)

(Davy sees Nyles wheeling out a cartload of food. Great idea, Nyles! What wonderful ammunition! He starts throwing it at Alex and his men!)

(Nyles makes a face. Awww, that was his mid-morning snack!)

(Mike grabs a pie and stuffs it down Alex's pants!)

(Emma breaks a bottle over another guy's head. He falls down cold.)

(John and Marcus jump behind the bar and spray two more guys with seltzer!)

(Mike grabs Alex and tosses him towards Micky and the printing machine. Hey Mick, make some Alex-sized dollar bills!)

(Danny accidentally knocks one guy into the grill. He squeals and leaps through the ceiling!)

*Alex staggers away from the printing press with the front of a dollar bill printed on his face.*

(Jack squirts whipped cream all over a guy's face. Nyles swipes some of it with his finger as the goon staggers off.)

(Emma brings Lauren a stack of cakes and points at Sheila, who is trying to get to her feet. Target practice.)

(John and Danny grin. GREAT idea! They pelt two of the men with cakes.)

(Mike hits Alex with a cream pie. Nothing like the classics.)

(John and Danny throw Micky some more men to "print" into something useful.)

(Sheila looks up...and is hit with a cream pie. Emma and Lauren grin at each other on the catwalks above.)

*Each of the men comes up with a different print on his face.*

(All this is alternated with footage from Davy's "Daddy's Song" dance number in "Head.")

Mike: (As the song runs down, we hear sirens) I think they're comin'!

Davy: (From behind a table) Good thing. We're almost out of cream pies!

Sargent Nielson: (As he and his cops arrive) Ok, who done... (he slips on a cream pie and falls to the ground)... it?

Mike: Oops, sorry there, Sargent.

Peter: (He and Valerie follow the cops) Wow, is it over already?

Valerie: What happened to my club?

Emma: We caught these counterfeiters red-handed!

Chris: What color is their hands now?

(John smacks him over the head.)

Sheila: SOMEONE'S going to pay for this dress! It's a genuine Chanel original!

Nielson: (As he gingerly gets to his feet) Ok, I want some answers here. (Turns to Alex) What's with the look? Some native ritual?

Mike: You look good like that, Alex.

Emma: Where's Micky?

Sheila: (Eyes widen) The equipment! Alex, you left him next to the equipment! You KNOW he loves tampering with things!

(Micky walks into the main room with a grin, dusting off his hands.)

Mike: You look like you had a good time.

Micky: Of course! You saw these guys' faces.

Nielson: What in the heck HAPPENED here?

Emma: (Grabs Sheila's hand; Micky takes Alex's) We caught these two in a devious plot to destroy the US economy and allow Hitler to move in for an invasion.

Nielson: You're kidding. Is this a serial?

Mike: It ain't even an omelet.

Nielson: (Puts cuffs on Sheila) Ok, we're going to haul you and your boys in the hoosegow for now. The rest of you will be questioned here.

Sheila: (Looks at Alex desperately) Alex, stop them!

Man 1: What happened? (Looks at himself) Mr. Alex, how come I look like a five-dollar bill?

Alex: *groans* Shut up.

Sheila: Alex, how could this have happened? I blame you for all this!

Nielson: Tell it to the judge, sweetheart. (The cops lead them away. Valerie goes to Micky and Davy)

Valerie: Other than the cream pie mess, you boys did very well. Did you ever find out who killed Babbitt?

Emma: (Sighs) I think it was Alex, though I'm sure Nielson will get the details.

Valerie: (Hands Micky and Davy checks) Here's your pay. I am going to dock some of it for the mess you made, but you did well enough that there should be more than enough for your troubles.

Micky: Thanks...I think...

Peter: (He has handcuffs, too) I'm going to have to go to jail for a while, but Valerie thinks she can get me a light sentence. I WAS an accessory.

Emma: (Grins widely) I'm going to go right home and get to work on my story!

Mike: Yeah, now that you have those notebooks of yours.

Emma: No, I don't. (She pulls blank notepads out of the canvas bag) Peter gave the cops next door to Micky and Davy the real notebooks.

Mike: But how...

Emma: I have a photographic memory.

Lauren: Brilliant, ain't she?

Mike: She sure is. (Puts his arm around Emma) Darlin', how about a rain check on that date?

Emma: Tomorrow night? I should be rested and ready for a night on the town by then.

Mike: Sure! We'll do it right after the show.

Valerie: (Smiles at Micky and Davy) You two are welcome to stay on, if you wish.

Emma: (Shakes her head) As much as I like singing, I think I'd rather concentrate on my writing and everything going on in Europe.

Mike: By the way, Mick, what DID you do to the printin' machines?

Micky: Just a tweak here and a tweak there.

Valerie: I'll have someone pick them up and send them to the US Mint. Peter and I called the FBI to stop Sheila's gold shipment right after he went to the cops and called me.

Emma: So, all's well that ends well. Micky, congratulate Lauren. She took down Sheila and helped me figure out what they were up to.

Micky: *grins at Lauren* You know, I have been thinking of adding a new partner...

Lauren: Yeah?

Micky: *puts a hand out to shake* What do you say?

Lauren: *shakes his hand* I say you got yourself a new partner.

Davy: I 'ope this doesn't make me the third wheel.

Mike: You could always use Daphne for day work.

Emma: I'm sure she'd love to get out of the chorus line.

Davy: I could go to work for meself.

Mike: (Grins) Hey, how about we all go out to breakfast to celebrate? My boys n' I will treat.

Peter: Valerie and I have to go to the police station and get me booked.

Emma: Let's celebrate my next story!

(They lead everyone out of the cream-covered room as the cops question goons and musicians and we fade out of black-and-white and into color. All seven members of our little group are sprawled out around the Rainbow Room, sound asleep. We hear the patter of three sets of little feet...)

Katie: (Peeks in) Oooh! Here's our mamas and papas!

(The twins follow her into the room, all three in their pajamas.)

Katie: (She goes to her papa and tugs on his jeans) Papa? Papa, you up?

Mike: (Mutters) Go 'way.

*Little Mick pounces on Micky, while Shelly shakes Lauren not so gently.*

*Micky continues to snore. Lauren peeks her eyes open, gives a weary smile, and closes her eyes again.*

Katie: We wanna hear a story!

Mike: Not so loud...

Emma: (Without getting up) Kids, go back to bed. Your parents were up late last night.

Katie: Awww! (She plops down on the floor; the twins join her) Wanna tell a story?

Mike: Man...darn loud kids... (He turns over, pulls Emma closer to him, and goes back to sleep)

Katie: Awww! They no fun!

(The twins make a face.)

Katie: I know! I'll start the story! (She thinks, then goes) "Once upon a time..." and we fade out as Katie begins her story to her delighted twin audience as the adults snore all around them.)