(We open in front of a dilapidated Victorian-era mansion on a dead-end street. It's a dark, gloomy afternoon several days after Halloween. The four Monkees stand in front of a house, shivering under Mike's huge umbrella.)

Mike: Are you SURE this is the place Mick?

Peter: I don't like this!

Micky: This is the address they gave me.

Davy: It looks like the Addams Family should live 'ere.

Mike: No wonder they're tearin' it down. Looks like it might fall on us the moment we get in there.

Davy: We should've brought 'ard 'ats.

Micky: Maybe it won't be so bad inside.

Mike: I hope not. (We hear thunder in the distance behind them) We're gonna have to go in whether we like it or not, 'cause we sure can't stay out HERE.

Peter: Michael, I'm scared. The vibes on that house are really creepy. There's something in there.

Micky: Peter, please tell me you're kidding.

Peter: (Shakes his head) No, I'm not. That house has very creepy, very odd vibes, like the ones in the Montgomery House before Valerie bought it.

Micky: I wonder if it's too late to get someone else to do this.

Davy: Mick, you spent the last two days practically begging us to 'elp you with this!

Mike: We ain't backin' out now! You said we could sell the salvage for money for our new business!

Micky: Well, next time, just tell me to shut up.

Davy: If we can get a word in edge-wise.

Mike: Ok, ok, you guys. Let's get goin'. They gave you the key, right?

Micky: *pulls out a key* Got it right here.

Davy: Go open the door, mate! We're freezing and getting soaked out 'ere!

Micky: Alright, alright! *Goes to the front door, the others close behind, and opens the door.*

Peter: If a pale young woman with black hair and a vampire open the door, don't answer.

Mike: (He peers in) Hello? (Shakes his head) Nahh, the place is empty. Come on.

Davy: *Grabs Micky's arm and pulls him* Come on, mate. You're not getting out of this now.

(They enter what looks like the set for Blossom Lilyfair's house from "Ladies' Choice," done up with dark, ugly Victorian wallpaper instead of pastel hues. The furniture is heavy, ponderous late Victorian pieces. There's a huge fireplace right in the center of the main room and a vast staircase covered in faded carpet. Everything is smothered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs.)

Mike: (Sneezes) Man, how many centuries has it been since someone was last in here?

Micky: *also sneezes* And how much of this dust are we sucking up now?

Peter: (Runs his hands over the firplace) Look at the workmanship on this marble...

Davy: *also goes to the fireplace* You're right, Petah! It's so ornate!

Peter: We could probably get $1,000 just for this alone!

Mike: (Looks up; points to an elaborate chandelier) And get another thousand easily for that thing, if we can get it down without breakin' it.

*Micky pulls out a flashlight and peeks into a room off the main room.*

Peter: Look at all this furnature! They should hold an auction for anything we don't take.

Davy: They'd be crackahs not to!

Peter: (Runs his hands over the upholstry on one of the chairs) This is beautiful! I'll bet this was a gorgeous mansion at one time.

Mike: Yeah. (He looks around) Hey, where's Micky?

Peter: I want to ask him more about this house.

Davy: Don't tell me we lost 'im already!

*Suddenly, we hear Micky scream. He bolts from the room he'd been checking out.*

Mike: What happened? (Grins) Did you see your reflection in a cracked mirror?

Peter: (Frowns) Micky, what's wrong?

Micky: *pointing toward the room, freaking out* Guh-guh-guh...

Davy: 'E's almost speechless.

Mike: What did you see, Mick? (He goes towards the room)

Peter: Micky, what is it?

Micky: *grabs Mike's arm* Noooooo!

Mike: What, did you see a ghost or somethin'?

Peter: Is that what you saw, Micky?

*Micky nods furiously.*

Davy: Did it stick its tongue out at you and go "booga booga?"

Peter: Micky, what happened? What did it do?

Micky: Itsaidifwedon'tgetoutnowthatit'dgetitsfriends&they'ddowhatevertheyhadtotogetustoleaveevenifitmeanthurtingus!

Davy: *blinks* Wot?

Peter: (Gently places his hands on Micky's shoulders) Calm down, Micky. What did you see?

Micky: *breathing heavily, but talks so they can understand* It was a ghost. It said if we don't leave now, it'd go get its friends and run us out of here, even hurt us if it had to. It tripped me, then another ghost just laughed, and then both disappeared.

Peter: (Closes his eyes; softly) So that's what I sensed. (Opens then; firmly) Micky, what did they look like? Could you see them?

Micky: Globs. Slightly colored. *antsy* We gotta get outta here, guys.

Mike: (He peers into the next room; turns back to the guys and waves them over) Guys, over here!

Peter: Micky, let's go see what Michael wants. If we see even the tinest ghost who means us harm, we'll leave, ok?

*Micky nods, folding his arms.*

Davy: *puts an arm around Micky* Come on, mate. We'll be fine!

(Peter, Davy, and the very reluctant Micky follow Mike into the next room, which appears to a music room. Ornate cabinets and shelves line the room. They're filled with yellowed sheet music and dusty old musical instruments. Peter sits at the old grand piano and plays the first few notes of "Long Title.")

Peter: Hey, it's a tiny bit out of tune, but it still sounds pretty good for it's age!

Mike: Man, look at this baby! (Pulls out an old mandolin with a velvet strap) I want this sucker. (He runs his fingers over the beautful carvings on base) Look at the workmanship...

*Davy goes over to a cabinet and tries the doors. Some open, and some don't. Micky remains in the middle of the room, looking around worriedly.*

Peter: See, Micky? There's no ghosts here. We must have scared them away.

Mike: Come to Papa Wolf. (He pulls the mandolin around him and plays a few notes) Just gorgeous.

Davy: *returns with a couple of brass wind instruments* Look at these! Those cabinets must've been specially made! There's no tarnish on any of these!

Peter: Wow! I guess this house used to belong to musicians. These instruments were very well-cared for. Any instrument collector would love them!

Mike: (Hugs the mandolin to him) Oh no. This baby ain't goin' to no collector. She's stayin' with me.

*Micky turns away from the others and walks slowly toward a set of cabinets that Davy didn't check. He reaches opens one of the cabinet doors. A ghost pops out, stops in front of Micky, laughs, then disappears through a vent. Micky screams.*

Mike: (Still holding his mandolin) Micky, what?

Peter: What happened? Micky, you're as white as a sheet!

Micky: I'm leaving! *starts for the door*

Davy: Mick, wait! *grabs his arm

Mike: Micky! (He and Peter hurry over to them)

Peter: Micky, do you want the ghosts to think they've won?

Micky: *frowns* No...

Mike: Yeah, Mick! We went through this with that old man, too. This is OUR house. Your company bought it fair and square, and if the ghosts don't like that, that's their problem!

Micky: But...

Davy: Mick, get a grip, mate! Wot's wrong with you?

Peter: Micky, did the ghosts touch you in any way?

*Micky shakes his head.*

Mike: Well, if they ain't hurt us, there's no problem.

Micky: But...

Peter: Look, why don't we check out a few more rooms. If the ghosts really try to hurt us, we'll leave.

Micky: Okay...

Mike: (Gently puts his mandolin on a table in the main hall) We'll put the stuff we're keepin' for ourselves here.

Peter: (Nods) Good idea. (Drags over another table) We'll use this for anything we intend to sell. (Gives Mike a look) But we're not keeping EVERYTHING. We really do need to sell some things and leave everything else for the auction.

Mike: I just want the mandolin.

Peter: And since we tend to get into trouble when we split up, why don't we search together?

Davy: Good idea. Besides, I think it'll make Mick feel bettah.

*Micky nods, gulping.*

Peter: (Nods) Ok, guys. Let's see what else is in this old house.

("Long Title" begins as the four head for the next room. It's the kitchen. There's another large fireplace, an old icebox, and more beautiful cabinets. Peter admires the fine china. Mike opens a closet and drapes the massive old tablecloths around himself. They make a great knight's cape.)

*Davy nods approval at Mike's "cape." He checks out the fancy silverware and silver tea set.*

(Peter goes under the sink to check the plumbing.)

*Micky checks out the cast iron range, peeking inside its many nooks and cranies. Every so often, a small ghost pops out from somewhere that Micky isn't looking at and chuckles. Micky hears the sound and tries to find it, growing more and more frantic.*

(Peter emerges from under the sink, dirty but grinning. Hey guys, come see these antique pipes!)

(Mike puts aside the handkerchief he was dusting the table with and joins Peter under the sink.)

*Davy also joins Peter under the sink.*

(Mike leans out from the sink and waves Micky over. Quit playin' with the stove!)

*Micky points at the stove. There's something in it, but he can't find it!*

(Mike peers in the stove and finally comes out, shrugging. He didn't see anything.)

*Micky waves animatedly that he there's something in there and it was laughing!*

(Mike rolls his eyes and hands Micky a stack of linen. Help them move this stuff out to the tables in the main room!)

*Micky nods & carries the linens out. He plops them on the table and turns to head back. A ghost comes down from the chandelier and blows a razzberry at him. Micky runs back into the kitchen and nearly runs into Davy, who's carrying the tea set and silverware.*

(Peter and Mike come out with boxes of linens and china. Peter points to another room. Let's try that one.)

*Micky runs out after them. "Don't leave me in there!"*

(Peter leads them into the library. Mike and Peter pull a pair of heavy curtains off the windows. There are huge bookcases filled with books and a heavy dark wooden desk in the back, next to the windows. Peter finds more brittle sheet music and carefully pages through it. Mike pulls out a heavy book on repairing carriages.)

*Davy shakes his head, following Micky into the library. He goes to one wall and starts looking over the books, many of which are leather-bound.*

(Mike starts piling books on the table as Peter looks through the desk. Some of the drawers are locked, but others open. He pulls out a pen and an ink bottle and paper, some of it even more brittle than the sheet music.)

*Micky glances out the window, but his eyes widen when he spots a ghost outside waving at him!*

(Mike hands Micky a stack of books. Here, make yourself useful and bring these out to the tables.)

*Micky tries to get Mike to look outside, to no avail. He gives up and takes the stack out to the table.*

(Peter joins Mike, hauling more books and sheet music out. Mike turns to Micky and tells him to get the last of the books they want to keep while he gets the stationary.)

*Micky grudglingly agrees and goes back to the library.*

Mike: (As he, Peter, and Davy meet in the living room and the music ends) Well, that should be about it for downstairs.

Peter: There's a few small rooms we haven't done, but we'll get to them later. I want a look at the bedrooms. I'll bet we could find more great linens and books up there, and probably more nice furniture and fireplaces.

Mike: Hey, where's Micky?

Peter: (Sighs) Still in the library. He's convinced he sees ghosts.

Mike: (Rolls his eyes) I haven't seen any yet.

Peter: I haven't either, but this house DOES have a very creepy aura. Not black like Sheila's, but...darker.

Davy: Still, we should go find 'im before 'e scares 'imself TOO much.

Mike: Yeah. (He turns around to find Micky...but Micky comes running out of the library and right into him) Oof!

Micky: Isaw'emthey'reinthere!Comeon! *tries to drag Mike back into the library with him*

Mike: Mick, speak English! It works!

Peter: (Catches up with them) Micky, what did you see?

Micky: *frustrated* More ghosts! They're in there! *points toward the library*

Davy: Will we actually SEE any this time?

Peter: Micky, I have an idea. Why don't we go upstairs? Maybe there won't be any ghosts there.

Micky: *frowns, whining* I just wanna leave.

Davy: I agree with Petah. Besides, we 'aven't been up there yet.

Mike: Micky, we've found some great stuff! The moment we ALL see a ghost, we'll leave, ok?

Micky: But...

Peter: Micky, I don't like this either...but we haven't seen anything that'll hurt us yet.

Micky: You guys don't believe me.

Davy: Well, mate, can you explain why only YOU 'ave seen them so far?

Micky: No...

Peter: Maybe we'll get some answers upstairs.

Mike: Yeah. (Looks up the dark, carpeted staircase) Sure looks spooky up there.

Peter: (Grins) Don't tell me you're scared too, Michael!

Mike: Me? Heck no! I'm just sayin' it's dark up there.

Peter: Well, who wants to go first?

Mike: We could ask that all night. Why don't we all go at the same time?

Peter: (Nods and turns on the flashlight) Seems ok. (Puts a foot on the stairs) The steps are holding.

Mike: (Takes Micky's arm) Come on, Mick. We'll show you there ain't nothin' to be afraid of.

Micky: *gulps* Okay.

(The three slowly follow Peter upstairs.)

Mike: This sure is spooky. (Shivers)

Peter: It's not so bad with the flashlight. (As they get to the top of the steps) Here we are!

Mike: Now Micky, I'm gonna open this door, and I'm gonna show you that there ain't no ghosts here and there's nothin' to be afraid of.

Micky: *shakes his head* But, Mike...

(Mike flings open the door, revealing a large bedroom with a huge old canopy bed covered in heavy red and gold quilts that dominates the room. There's a smaller marble fireplace, a shelf of books, a large cabinet, a drawer, and a vanity.)

Mike: See Mick? Nuthin'. You're lettin' your imagination run away with you.

Micky: Can't be... *pauses, noticing something* The cabinet! I saw it shake!

Davy: Mick, come on. The joke's ovah.

Peter: (Eyes widen) No, he's right. The cabinet IS shaking...and it has darker vibes than the rest of the room.

Micky: There's something IN there! *tentatively opens the cabinet door*

*Many different color 'glob-like' ghosts spill from the cabinet. Some appear to be laughing, while others make no sounds, but all of them dance around the fellas.*

Peter: (Gasps) Oh my...

Mike: What ARE these things?

Micky: GHOSTS!!!

Peter: They're not friendly like Emerald, whatever they are! Her aura is nothing like these!

Davy: That's for sure!

Micky: RUN!!! *bolts for the door*

("Since You Went Away" begins as all four boys sprint for the door. They all try go get out at once and get jammed in the door frame, but finally squeeze out. They take off in four different directions.)

Peter: (As he runs down the hall) Grab what you can find and get it out to the car!

*Davy picks up the tea set and the silverware, dodging a few ghosts that decided to get a little fresh with him.*

(Mike comes out carrying the quilt and pillows from the bed and more books. He totters this way and that. He finally hands his pile over to a pair of offered arms, wiping his brow. He finally turns to thank the person holding his pile...and sees that it's a ghost! Mike throws a sheet over the ghost, grabs his pile, and takes off.)

(Peter throws some boxes on a cart...but the cart starts moving as he loads boxes on. He sees ghosts pushing it with him on it, aiming it for the porch steps! He pushes the boxes off and jumps off just in time!)

*Micky makes no attempt to get anything from the table. His only intention is simply to get out of there. He dodges several ghosts, then stops just inside the front door and gives the backwards peace sign. As he turns, a couple ghosts trip him. He goes tumbling out the door. The ghosts laugh.*

(Mike grabs the mandolin on the way out, still carrying the quilt and pillows and books. He manages to duck a ball of slime before making his way out of the house.)

(Peter drags the cart back inside and throws everything he can onto it. He sees two ghosts coming at him and pushes it as hard as he can!)

*Davy returns for a stack of books, again dodging the fresh ghosts.*

*Micky's already in the car, hiding underneath a crocheted blanket in the back seat.*

(Peter's the last one out, shoving the cart with the boxes onto the porch as the music ends.)

Peter: You guys get the boxes. I'm gonna talk to those ghosts.

Davy: Are you sure, Petah? They don't seem like they want to talk.

Peter: All I can do is try.

Peter: (Turns to the main room as the other three cautiously make their way to the porch) Um, excuse me, g...ghosts? We...we don't mean you any harm. We just wish to find new owners for these items or use them ourselves.

Mike: Yeah, man! You guys have groovy instruments!

Peter: I'm sorry we have to tear this house down, but it's not really in good enough shape for any human to live in anymore. You're more than welcome to stay in the new house if you don't cause the owners too much trouble.

(Peter steps a little more into the house...not noticing the chandelier shake...)

Peter: Please. We don't want to hurt you. We just want to put all these lovely items to good use. We promise to give them nice homes.

Davy: Yeah! We don't mean to seem like we're taking this stuff from you, but none of this 'as been used in years!

Peter: We're not stealing. We just want to make sure everything gets a new home before this house is torn down. :)

Mike: We're sorry our buddy freaked out, but he's...well, he's got a crazy imagination. You guys shouldn't have scared him like that, though. Poor guy's hidin' in the car.

Davy: And 'o knows 'ow long it'll take us to calm 'im down again.

Peter: Please, just let us hold our auction. Give us a sign that you approve!

*Suddenly, there's a snap and the chandelier comes crashing down, shattering into a million pieces.*

Davy: *leans over to Peter* 'Ow should we take that?

Peter: That's, um, the signal to get out of here!

Mike: Uh, yeah. We'll be back for the auction and to clean up that mess in a few days.

(All three run over to the car. Peter goes over to the shivering Micky as Mike and Davy load boxes into a small vehicle attached to the back of the MonkeeMobile.)

Peter: Micky? Mick?

*Micky whimpers.*

Peter: Micky, I'm sorry we didn't listen to you.

Micky: *peeks out* I guess I deserve it, after all the pranks I've pulled.

Peter: (Sighs) Well, you can only pull so many pranks before no one believes you.

Micky: *mutters* Guess you could call me the boy who cried wolf.

Peter: Yeah, but we were the ones who suffered. (Sighs) Micky, the chandelier fell down. Scared the living daylights out of me!

Micky: *sits up, but keeps the blanket wrapped around him* Oh dear. *sighs* I didn't even help you guys carry anything.

Peter: No, but you can help us load the truck we rented. I think we got enough to make at least a small profit for our new sheet music publishing business, and a few groovy antiques for ourselves.

Micky: The ghosts didn't follow you guys, did they?

Peter: Not as far as any of us can tell. They don't seem to be able to leave the grounds.

Micky: I'd love to help... *gulps* but I'm still too spooked.

Mike: (He joins the other guys with his mandolin) We're just about done here. You feelin' better, Mick?

Micky: A little.

Davy: *joins the others* That's the last of it, mates.

Peter: I know what will make you feel better, Mick. Why don't we go to Millie's for a snack after we drop these off at the Montgomery House?

Mike: I could use some cheesecake. Not to mention (strums his new mandolin) I wanna show off this baby to Em when we get in.

Micky: Millie's sounds great, but can we get it to go? *faint smile* I wanna get home to Lauren.

Davy: Yeah, if anyone can make YOU feel bettah, it's Lauren.

*Micky turns a few shades of red.*

Peter: (Grins) Sure, Mick. (Smiles) Want me to sit with you on the way to Millie's?

Micky: Please?

Peter: Ok. (He and Micky get in the middle seat. Mike gently puts the mandolin in the back between two quilts and gets into the driver's seat. Davy gets shotgun.)

Mike: Ok guys, let's go to Millie's and go home. (As the MonkeeMobile drives off, we hear the sound of ghostly laughter echoing from the house. The door that Peter left open slams closed as the camera pulls away and we fade out on the now-empty house and the laughter...)