(We open at the secluded spot at the beach where the group tried to teach Mike how to fight again in "OCM: Obsessive Compulsive Monkee." The peace of the day is shattered by four grumbling voices as we cut to the Monkees, dressed in their new 8-button Guardians uniforms, coming in.)

Mike: Man, I can't believe the girls just kicked us out like that!

Davy: "All of you go practice togethah...or else?" That sounded like a threat to me.

Peter: I'm sure they mean well. We've talked over the past few days about how we really need to work on bonding again, and I guess they thought this would be the best way for us to do it.

Mike: Why didn't they come, then?

Peter: (Blushes) They're not the ones who almost killed all of you and hurt Ursula and have been fighting amongst themselves.

Micky: Yeah, THEY'RE getting along just fine.

Mike: (Sighs) Why don't we start, then? (Grins at the guys) Two on two?

Peter: Why don't I take Davy and Michael takes Micky?

Davy: *grins* Sounds good to me, mate.

Micky: Why do I always get Mike?

Mike: 'Cause gearheads need to stick together. And anyway, you fight too much with Davy when we put you two together.

Micky: *shrugs* It was worth asking.

Peter: Let's get started. (He runs to one side) We'll start on opposite sides and use the cliffs as forts. (Frowns) We need to be careful, though. The sand dune grass is important for the area's ecology.

Micky: Sure!

Mike: (Nods) Yeah, like prarie grass where I live. Keeps things from washin' away.

("I'll Be Back Up On My Feet" begins as Micky and Mike go to the dune on the right, while Davy and Peter go to the dune on the left.)

Peter: (Leans out) Ok, ready, set...GO!

(As soon as we hear that "GO!" and Peter ducks out of the way, blasts of various colors of light and wind, water, fire, and electrical currants shoot everywhere!)

(Mike makes a small whirlwind appear between Davy and Peter. Peter just barely pulls Davy away from it as it dissapates.)

(Peter shoots a garland of flowers at Mike. He's now wearing flowers in his hair and on his buttons. He shakes them off, looking annoyed.)

(Mike shoots a wind that blows Davy right into a small pool of water next to the dunes!)

*Davy pulls himself out and causes a rain shower over Mike and Micky.*

(Mike whips out a white and black umbrella and makes sure to hold it over Micky as well.)

(Peter sends an electrical current over to the cloud. There's a small lightning bolt and some smoke. When it clears, Mike and Micky are somewhat singed, with hair standing up and smoking.)

(Mike sends a blast of wind at Peter and Davy that knocks BOTH off the dune!)

(Peter makes a wreath of flowers appear on Micky's head...and in his shirt...and down his pants...and in his shoes...)

*Micky is seen briefly running around, shedding clothes and flower wreaths.*

(Mike blasts Peter with a wind that blows his clothes off! Peter blushes, grabs his shirt to cover his private parts, and tip toes off screen.)

*Micky shrugs at Mike. He doesn't want to chance using his fire power and accidentally start a fire they can't put out!*

(Mike taps the side of his head. Use your Imagination Power then! He concentrates. There's a blue light around Davy, who is also now missing his clothes.)

*Micky mouths "Oh," then waggles a finger around on of his ears. He's still not quite all there after the hangover.*

(Mike sighs and concentrates. There's a blue light around Micky’s hand. When it subsides, he now holds a small gun.)

Mike: (Over the music) It's a laser gun that concentrates your powers. I think you were workin' on it a while back and gave up, 'cause I found it in the Pad's garage. Give it a whirl.

*Micky grins and takes aim. Davy jumps up, grabbing at his now smoking rear.*

(Mike creates a small windstorm that blows dune grass into Davy's mouth.)

*Davy hacks and spits.*

(Mike catches Peter up in a small whirlwind that takes him right out of the secluded area!)

(Peter finally comes back dripping wet as the music ends. Mike gets down from the dunes and blows him dry.)

Peter: (Grins; puts up his hands) Ok, Michael, you can turn off the wind machine now. (Mike does so) That was fun.

Davy: I got burned and ate a mouthful of grass! I can think of more fun ways to spend an aftahnoon.

Micky: That was fun, but maybe we could something a little different as well.

Mike: What did you have in mind, Mick?

Micky: Well, we could use a little work on our stamina and strength.

Peter: (Nods) Valerie says I've been getting too soft after all that time I spent partying.

Mike: And how are we gonna do that?

Micky: *grins* Watch...and learn.

Davy: Why do I NOT like the sound of that?

*Four sets of dumbbells appear in a blue light.*

Mike: You want us to do weight liftin'.

Peter: (Shrugs) Couldn't hurt.

Micky: It's part of it.

Mike: Well, here goes nothin'. (He picks up the white dumbbells. There's a small flash of blue light, and they transform into a wrench and a car magazine) What in the...

*Micky chuckles..*

Peter: Oh wow! (He takes the green dumbbells - they turn into a banjo and a book of sheet music) Cool!

Davy: *picks up his dumbbells, they turn into a tambourine and maracas* That's odd.

*Micky picks his up. It turns into drum sticks and a popsicle.*

Peter: (Plays a tune on his banjo) This is great!

Mike: Mick, what's goin' on?

Micky: *shrugs, then licks the popsicle* You keep telling me about learning to focus, so I thought I'd help ALL of us work on some focus. I want everyone to focus and bring back your dumbbells WITHOUT losing the items they just turned into.

Davy: That should be easy.

Micky: Then try it.

Davy: Alright, mate. *concentrates*

Peter: Ok. (He concentrates on the banjo - there's a blue light around it...but it stays a banjo) Awww!

Mike: I can do that. (He turns his car magazine into a dumbbell easily...but can't seem to turn it BACK)

Davy: *frowns, his instruments remain as is; no dumbbell* 'Ey, wot gives, Mick?

Micky: I came up with this exercise last night. After you guys left and Lauren went to bed, I still couldn't sleep. So, I ended up coming up with this mental trick. Watch...

*Micky focuses on his drumsticks and popsicle. The items are surround by blue light until they're completely enveloped. When the light clears, Micky still holds both items, but now his dumbbells rest on the ground at his feet.*

Peter: Wow, Mick. That's great!

Mike: How did ya do that?

Davy: I don't believe it!

Micky: *slurps his popsicle again* It's all in your concentration.

(Peter concentrates very hard. He finally makes one banjo and one dumbell appear...but the sheet music remains.)

Peter: Oh man...

Mike: Let me try. (He concentrates...and he does manage to get the wrench, magazine, and dumbells)

Micky: Alright, Mike!

Davy: *Concentrates; he ends up with a tambourine and one dumbbell* Bloody 'ell...

Mike: You've just gotta focus, Dave. Try to concentrate on both at once.

Davy: I'm trying, mate! *Concentrates again. This time he gets both instruments and the dumbbells* Got it!

Peter: (Sighs) That leaves me. (He concentrates very hard. When his light subsides, he finally gets the banjo, book, and dumbbells) I got it!

Mike: Nice work, guys.

Micky: *finishes his popsicle, then claps* All right fellas, great job! Now, I got another exercise for us to try.

Mike: This should be good.

Peter: What is it?

Micky: REAL exercise!

Davy: Wot?

Mike: What, like runnin'?

Peter: Oh, calestenics.

Micky: *motions to Peter* Yes!

Mike: Just jumpin' up an' down in place?

Micky: That's part of it, but there's also stretching, breathing exercises, and certain yoga poses.

Peter: I can help with that.

Mike: Well, if it'll help...lead on, Mick.

Peter: (Smiles at Micky) Maybe we can do it together.

Micky: First, we stretch.

Mike: (Shrugs) Sure. I can stretch. Do it every mornin'.

Micky: *reaches both arms in the air, over his head and interlocks his fingers, palms facing the sky* This one always feels SO good!

("Heart and Soul" begins as all the guys follow Mick's lead as best they can.)

*The other three guys make faces when Micky puts one foot behind his head and hops around on the other foot!*

(Peter can at least do it somewhat, but Mike just falls over and Davy can barely reach his hand around, though he can hop.)

(Micky sits down to touch his toes. Peter and Davy can do that, but Mike has trouble.)

*Micky holds his legs up in the air, toes pointed, while balancing with his hands hold his lower back and his shoulders holding him up.*

(All three guys manage to do this, though only Peter can do it as easily as Mick.)

(Peter shows the guys a yoga move - put your arms out, stand on one foot, and lean your other foot against your shin or thigh.)

(Mike just can't keep balance, no matter how hard he tries.)

*Micky does so with ease.*

*Davy has it for a moment, then falls over.*

(Peter puts a hand gingerly on Mike's shoulder. It's ok. Let's do something on both feet. Peter puts his legs out about four feet. He turns the left foot out and leans on the right leg until it's at an angle. He puts both hands out, explaining that this pose is called "Proud Warrior.")

(Mike does it, but he's shaky.)

*Micky also does this one with ease.*

*Davy does better with this one, though he's shaky as well.*

*Micky explains the next pose. He clasps his hands, pointing his index fingers over his head, then bends as far as he can to his left.*

(All three do so. Mike's still a little shaky.)

(Peter gets the next one. It's a variation on his last pose, only this time, instead of just leaning out, you straighten your leg and lean into a triangle shape. If you really want to go further, you can put your arms between your legs and try to grab them in a bind pose.)

(Mike can do the bind pose, but he nearly falls over while trying.)

*Micky gets this one easily, too.*

*Davy DOES fall over and doesn't even try to attempt it again.*

(Peter tries another one. He gets on his hands and feet and lifts his body into the air, rear end up, explaining that this is called a "Down Dog" pose and that it's a basic yoga move.)

(Mike's able to do it this time. He smiles a little.)

*Davy is also able to do this.*

*Micky waves at the others from between his legs.*

(Mike tries to take a swipe at Micky and almost ends up flat on his face.)

*Micky stands on one leg again and brings the other leg up, then kicks out behind him, while swinging his arms.*

*Davy falls over almost immediately.*

(Peter has a hard time getting it, but eventually does so. Mike also falls over immediately.)

(Peter smiles. This one is easier. Peter lays on his chest and lifts his legs, finally grabbing his ankles and rocking.)

(Mike can do it...but he can't grab both ankles at the same time.)

*Davy does this one with ease.*

*Micky also does this one with ease.*

Micky: *as the romp ends* Peter, any other so called 'tricky' poses you got?

Peter: (Grins) Sure, but I'll need to conference. (He gathers the other two in a "rhubarb, rhubarb" group; they finally turn back around to Micky) Try this one. (Peter lays down flat on his stomach and raises his legs to touch his head, his arms flat out behind him.)

Micky: *scoffs* I can do THAT!

*Micky lays down on his stomach, then left his legs, but when he bends his knees, his feet are FAR from touching his head.*

Davy: 'E can't do it!

Micky: *drops his legs* Wait, I got the wrong angle.

*Micky tries again, but STILL can't touch his feet to his head.*

Peter: Micky, there are just some things even you aren't quite agile enough for.

Micky: *drops his feet and sighs* Yeah. You got me, Pete.

Mike: You know, I do feel a little better after that.

Peter: Maybe we ought to do work-outs together more often.

Davy: Even though I couldn't do 'alf of them, that was fun.

Micky: *gets up; brushing himself off* I gotta work on that last one.

Mike: Yeah, I can't do 'em either, Dave. I guess I really need to work on my balance.

Peter: We'll work on it together, Michael.

Mike: (Somewhat warily) Right.

Micky: I could use a good run now after the stretching. I feel nice and loose.

Peter: (Nods, smiling) Let's run.

Mike: Uhhh...

Peter: Michael, it won't hurt.

Davy: Yeah, I wouldn't mind a nice run meself.

Peter: Sorry Michael, it seems like you're being voted down.

Mike: Fine.

Davy: But no racing! We know 'o'd win anyway.

Micky: You're just jealous, Dave.

Davy: You've got a longah stride than I do!

Micky: You're still jealous! *takes off, laughing just as Davy reaches for him*

Davy: Mick! Come back 'ere and take your pounding like a man! *runs after him* :P

Peter: Oh man... (He runs after them) Boys!

Mike: (Runs after Peter) Hey, wait up!

(We get an instrumental number as Davy and Micky chase each other in slow motion, with Peter and Mike following behind.)

*Micky slows slightly, letting Davy catch up, almost within arms reach, but then Micky pours on the speed again, causing Davy to yell out at him.*

(Peter and Mike are almost the same now, Peter slightly ahead.)

*A finish line appears in a blue light in front of Micky. He runs through the center, snapping the tape draped across it, with both arms raised in victory.*

(The other guys finally catch up to him as the song ends. Peter shakes his head and jogs over to Micky.)

Peter: Mick, what did we say about this not being a race?

Micky: *grins* I never agreed to that.

Mike: (Puffs) Man, I'm worn out.

Davy: Me too.

Peter: I think it's time we rested a bit. Why don't we go back to the Beach Cave or one of our houses? Micky, yours is closest.

Micky: Sure! Let’s go!

Mike: Yeah. Mind if I pass out there?

Micky: Nah, go ahead.

Peter: Is Lauren home? Maybe we could all have lunch together.

Mike: Yeah. I don't think I'll make it to the Pad.

Micky: *nods* Yeah, she's there.

Peter: Great! Come on, guys. (Smiles) And I think we should do this every couple of days. We really do need to get back in shape. Yes, even you, Mick.

(Mike makes a face.)

Micky: *nods* No, I know what you mean, Peter.

Peter: Michael, you saw what we were like today and what happened in Arizona. Don't you want to be prepared for the next time the Devils try something like that?

Mike: Yeah, but...

Peter: Being prepared isn't just mental, you know. You can't hide inside all your life.

Davy: *nods* Petah's right. We 'ave to be ready on ALL accounts.

Mike: (Sighs) I guess I've never been much for workin' out.

Peter: We'll help you.

Micky: Yeah. We're all gonna help each other.

Mike: All right. I guess...I really do need to work on my balance.

Peter: We can talk about that and eat at the same time. (Grins at Micky) Is Lauren making anything good for lunch?

Micky: Probably grilled cheese and tomato soup with oyster crackers.

Mike: That sounds great!

Peter: Ooh, tomato soup...

Mike: Well, let's go! My stomach's rumbling almost as loud as Mick's!

(All four guys head up to the wooden steps leading to Micky and Lauren's house as we fade out on the beach and the footprints left in the sand.)