Ok, everyone, shall we check for treasure...and make sure those loony thieves don't check the boys out for good?

Mike: Let's go.

Peter: I don't like the sound of that...

Micky: I'm ready.

Davy: So am I, mates.

(We open back where we left off, with the guys and the door with the hole in it, thanks to Micky’s silent explosive.)

Peter: That was kind of fun! I’ll bet those thieves couldn’t do that.

Dr. Brandon: This is no game, Peter. These people are dangerous. They are armed.

Mike: And stupid. Bad combination.

Assistant #1: (Peers in past the door Micky blew up) Do you think they'll notice the lock on the door's gone?

Micky: Doubt it.

Mike: Well, what are you all gawkin' at? (He heads in. The others follow.)

(Cut to inside the restaurant. We see one large, main room with a dusty Formica counter that indicates this was once a diner-style sit-down venue. Most of the equipment is long gone, but there's still dusty tables and chairs, old mirrors, and a large, creaky cash register on one end of the counter.)

Assistant #2: I thought this place was supposed to be a summer restaurant.

Mike: Looks like it's been a couple of centuries since it last opened.

Dr. Brandon: I think it shut down about three or four years ago. To my knowledge, the Mortons are the first people in here since then.

Mike: (Points to a broken window) And I think we know how they got in.

Micky: How did you ever figure that out, Mike?

Mike: (Mutters) Smart mouth.

Peter: Micky, you're a native of the area. Have you ever been to this restaurant before?

Dr. Brandon: (Nods) There has to be a place where they stashed the antiquities...not to mention where the entrance to Black Patch Harry's final resting place is.

Micky: Is there a restaurant I haven't been to?

Micky: Thing is, I usually only see the dining area, so I doubt I'd know about any back rooms or something like that.

Micky: But if I had to make an educated guess... I'd say a closet behind the main room.

Dr. Brandon: (Pokes his head through the first set of swinging doors) Micky's right. There's a closet in the hall next the kitchen where the bathrooms are.

Mike: I sure hope nobody has to go. I can't imagine they're too clean.

(They all troop into the hall. It's long, cramped corridor with honey-colored wooden panels. There are graffittied scratches in the bathroom doors. A cobweb-covered pay phone sits across the hall from the bathrooms, next to the closet.

Dr. Brandon: Ok, everyone is going to have to attempt to move out of my way. (He grabs the door and tries to open it, but once again, it's locked) Um, Mick, could you...

Micky: What would you guys do without me, really?

*Micky gives this door the same treatment as the other.*

Mike: (Wiggles a finger in his ear) Be able to hear better.

Dr. Brandon: Eureka! Look! (He hauls out a crate) Someone get a crow bar!

*Micky holds one out without a word.*

Dr. Brandon: (Takes it from Micky with a grin) Thanks, Micky. (He opens the crate...and we see something sparkle) Oh my... (He pulls out a large marble-and-gilt statue of a nude man) This is one of the items stolen from that private collection in Beverly Hills!

Mike: (Grins and holds up the statue) Some pirate had a sense of humor. He's...er...got all the right parts.

Dr. Brandon: (Opens another one as everyone snickers) And here's real pirate doubloons!

Davy: *Pauses* Uh, mates... I think I just heard a car pull up!

Dr. Brandon: Damn! (He throws the tops back on the crates) We have to get these loaded back in!

Mike: Everyone start throwin'! (Mike throws one crate in...but he throws the heavy crate too hard. It goes right through the warped floorboards!) Uh, sorry. Guess I don't know my own strength.

Peter: (He leans in) Hey, there's something down here!

Assistant #2: Do you think we should go down there?

Assistant #3: (Sneezes) It's so dusty!

Mike: I don't know about the rest of you, but I ain't standin' around here all day. (He grabs his bag and jumps in, followed by Peter.)

Dr. Brandon: Come on, boys.

Assistant #3: Those creeps are coming closer!

Mike: Guys, come on!

Dr. Brandon: (He hands Micky the map) Just in case anything happens to me, you keep this in that bag of yours. Just don't put it next to the explosives.

Micky: Very funny.

(Davy and Micky try to enter at the same time, but there isn't enough room for them.)

Davy: Mick, get out of my way!

Micky: Move it, short stuff!

Dr. Brandon: Guys, g... (But two arms yank him out of the closet before he can finish...or join them. We hear the assistants squawking in the background)

Mike: (As Micky lowers into the dark tunnel and Davy pulls the crate back over the hole) What happened? Where's the other guys?

Micky: *As he and Davy exchange looks* Ummm, good question...

Peter: (They all listen to the pounding of feet upstairs) I hope the Mortons didn't get them.

Mike: Maybe we ought to get outta here. If the Mortons didn't get them, they can catch up later.

Peter: Right. (He pulls out a flashlight) Ok, everyone get their flashlight, and we'll head out?

*Suddenly there's a blinding light around them.*

Mike: Ouch! (Throws up his hands in front of his eyes)

Peter: Yeow! (He does the same) Micky, what is that?

Micky: My flashlight. It's twice as bright as a normal one. Like it?

Mike: It's great. I just wish I could actually see it.

Peter: It's very...illuminating.

Mike: Micky, since you have the brightest light and the map, why don't you lead?

Micky: Gladly. *Sticks his tongue out at Davy as he passes him.*

Mike: (Groans) Guys! (They follow Micky as we fade out on bright whiteness)